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multiversefanfics · 9 months

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To The Stars

Pairing: Sam Wilson x F!Reader

Summary: You've known Sam all your life but when you two were younger, your parents moved you halfway across the country. You wrote, texted, facetimed, everything just to keep in touch but once he joined the Avengers he got busier and busier, and soon there was no time for you.. until now.

Warnings: smut (F!oral receiving unprotected sex), cussing,

Part 1 Part 2

A/N: It’s been a minute, but I’m gonna try my best to make this all make sense I don’t know where Im going with this.

"Well, isn't this a lovely reunion." You heard a sarcastic voice behind you, you all looked to see who it was. Everyone was shocked. Sam walked towards her “Nat, what are you doing here?” She smiled as Sam pulled her into a hug “I need my boys.” You knew exactly what that meant, Sam was being pulled off to deal with some unknown force, you couldn’t help but get a little upset, you just got home and now he’s leaving probably for a couple days. You tried your best not to show that you were upset but Bucky saw it “Nat, I- Is there some way I can sit this out?” Sam looked between you and Natasha trying to figure out a way to stay so he could spend time with you, he promised he wouldn’t pick the Avengers over you again. She shook her head frowning “I wish there was, but Stark requested both of you and was very clear that he wanted you both.” Sam’s shoulders fell as he walked back to you “I am so sorry Y/N, please forgive me.” You shook your head, caressing his cheek “It’s okay Sam, just make it up to me when you come back.” Sam smiled and leaned down softly placing his lips on yours, you were taken aback but kissed him anyway, he quickly pulled away running behind Bucky and Natasha. You stay there still shocked from your first kiss with Sam, you never expected that and for it to happen so sudden you definitely weren’t ready. You turned and looked at your parents, blushing hard as can be “Bout time that boy did something.” Your dad exclaimed while picking up a plate and putting food on it. You rolled your eyes, you and your parents sat there eating and catching up even though not much has changed in the last month, but in the back of your mind all you could think about was Sam and Bucky you knew they could handle themselves but you couldn’t help but still worry. It was getting late and you started to pack up the food and head inside. “I’ll take that.” You took the tray of food from your mom and headed inside, putting all the food away. “Goodnight guys, Im gonna go unpack my stuff I’ll see you in the morning” You kiss both of your parents and head upstairs to unpack your things, your phone buzzed and you started searched around for it. “Where is it? Buzz again please” Just as if it was listening it buzzed again, finally you found it. It was a text from Sam

Sam: Hey just checking in, how are you?

Y/N: Hey Sam, Im good I just unpacked everything, we’ll almost everything. How’s the mission?

Sam: I miss you, I need to talk to you.

And just then your phone started ringing, you happily picked it up “Hey beautiful.” You heard Sam say on the other end “Hey handsome, how are you doing?” You heard shuffling on his side like he was walking somewhere “I’m good, I miss you a lot and needed to hear your voice.” You smiled wide and started blushing if he could see your face right now he’d make fun of it “I miss you too, Sam. When are you coming back?” There was silence “Sam?” More silence, you started to panic a bit. “Sam?!” You said a bit louder but not too loud because of your parents sleeping across the hall. “Yeah, yeah I’m here sorry. If all goes well I should be home tomorrow night.” You sighed but ultimately understood, he had stuff to do, people to save. “Y/N? Are you there?” You finally zoned back into reality “Yeah yeah, I’m here.” You heard him chuckle on the other end “Goodnight, love I will see you tomorrow night.” You smiled and said goodnight back to him, you hung up the phone and smiled to yourself Sam was the only one that gave you butterflies, all the guys you’ve dated Sam was the only one to make you feel special and happy and loved. Next thing you knew, you were fast asleep, counting down the minutes until you get to see Sam again. For some reason, that night you couldn’t get comfortable and stay asleep. It was humid, sticky and you kept tossing and turning, soon you sat up in your bed groaning, while ripping the blankets off. “I need a drink” You mumbled to yourself getting up to walk downstairs. You felt your way through the darkness trying to be as quiet as possible but you know how that is when you’re trying to be quiet it seems like every small step is a stomp, every creak echoes. Finally you reached the kitchen searching the fridge for a water bottle, just one. You found one basically chugging the bottle, the cold water quickly relieved the dryness in your throat you leaned against the counter thanking the gods there was one in there, you looked around for a moment taking in your childhood home and how great it was to be back although you missed New York and the friends you’ve made this was home, it always has been. Nothing felt quite like it, even though you tried it just wasn’t right. You were tired again so you decided to go back to your room and try to go to sleep, you couldn’t wait to see Sam, Bucky too, you two have grown so close which from what you heard was a shock, he didn’t get close to anyone but for some reason he could tell you anything that was on his mind no matter how you took it, maybe it’s because you didn’t judge him and he knew genuinely that you cared for him. You slowly drifted to sleep smiling to yourself that you get to see Sam tomorrow.

The next day came and you woke up ecstatic, hopefully Sam comes home today you were hopeful and couldn’t wait to see him, you two weren��t even together officially but it felt like it and you wanted nothing more than for Sam to call you his girl. You got dressed and went down the stairs to meet your parents “Good afternoon” You smiled at the both of them they returned the good afternoon as you sat down on the couch next to them “Oh, honey there’s something out back I need you to get, can you go get it please” You nodded and got up and started walking to the backyard, you looked around for what your mom wanted you to get, she wasn’t specific you figured you’d know when you got out here. Just as you were about to walk back inside, Sam walked around the corner “Hey gorgeous.” You squealed and jumped into his arms “Sam!” He picked you up and spun you around “Oh I missed you!” He gently set you down looking at you “I missed you too, baby.” He smirked and raised his eyebrow “Baby?” You bit the inside of your cheek, you didn’t know why you said that but it also felt great to finally say it. You blushed and nodded “It slipped.” He shook his head playfully pinching your cheeks “No it didn’t, and i liked it don’t stop saying it” You nodded and stepped back “How was everything?” He sighed and leaned against the house “Tough, but I’m so glad to be home, now I can take you on a proper date” You smiled and kissed his cheek “Okay, when?” He looked at his invisible watch then back at you “How about now?” You thought for a second then nodded “Sure, let me change real quick.” He shook his head grabbing you hand “You look great, come on.” He dragged you down the hill to a cute picnic area near the lake where Sam basically saved your life, you couldn’t help but giggle a bit remember the scene from that day “What’s so funny, you don’t like this?” You shook your head giggling some more “I love it, It’s just I remember you saving my life a month ago and you brought me back to the same place” Sam chuckled and rubbed his thumb against the top of your hand “Yeah, well this is where I fell in love with the most beautiful girl in the world.” You blushed again as he helped you sit down on the blanket, you watched as he pulled out multiple sandwiches, drinks, and snacks for the both of you “Sam, this is amazing.” You kissed his cheek watching a big smile spread across his face “I figured after we were done eating we could look at the stars” He remembered how obsessed you were with stars and the moon. “Of course, you know me so well.” The two of you sat there for hours catching up, laughing, and just all around having a fun time, it was starting to get dark and you were getting excited. You two laid back and started pointing out stars, you even saw a shooting star and told Sam to make a wish, Sam was now laying on your chest, you rubbed the back of his head listening to him tell you all the constellations he knew the names of, you assumed you rubbed his head just right because he let out a small moan which surprised you a bit, you continued the motion earning more small moans and even a little louder one “Y/N, stop it, if you continue I won’t be able to control myself.” You took that as a challenge and slid your hand down the back of his shirt gently gliding your nails against his skin earning a low groan from him “Y/N..” You looked down at him humming in response “What are you trying to do” You shrugged, digging your nails deeper into his skin, in one swift movement Sam was now on top of you. “You don’t know what you just started.” You smirked up at him placing your hands on his lower back “What did I start, baby?” Sam dipped his head into your neck leaving, soft, wet kisses from your neck to your shoulder, he made his way up to your ear, whispering lowly into it “You look beautiful laying below me” You watched as he pressed your bodies together closing the gap between you, you bit your bottom lip watching his every move, you knew what you were doing you’ve wanted to do this for so long now but didn’t know how Sam would feel.

You felt Sam’s hand guide its way down your side, to your hip, and he stopped at your thigh, he looked up at you, you knew he wanted your consent to continue which you gladly gave him, I mean come on it was Sam Wilson, you’ve had a huge crush on him since you were kids, now that you’re adults you could do everything you imagined. He slid his hand under your dress, surprised to feel that you weren’t wearing any underwear underneath he looked up at you “Oh you was ready for me huh?” You bit your lip and watched him lick his lips, he dipped his fingers between your wet folds, rubbing small circles on your clit. You gasped arching your back a bit “Oh fuck, Sam” He started to rub faster, watching you squirm under him “That feel good baby?” You nodded squeezing your eyes tight “Oh no no, eyes open baby girl” You strained to open your eyes but you eventually did making eye contact with Sam “That’s my girl.” You let out a soft moan just from his words, you couldn’t control yourself Sam made you feel so good no one has ever made you feel as good as Sam does. He retracted his fingers, licking his fingers not breaking eye contact with you. You watched as he moved down between your legs “Sam are you sure?” He nodded and looked at you “Are you?” You nodded and he continued, he put your legs onto his shoulders, kissing up and down your inner thighs, you watched Sam move closer and closer to your core just waiting for him to give you what you wanted. You took a deep breath, feeling his breath against your skin “Sam” You whined, he chuckled rubbing his thumb over your hip “Patience princess, Im going to take care of you.” Just when you were about to respond he leaned down, dipping his tongue where his fingers previously were slowly flicking his tongue against your clit, you arched your back letting low moans escape your lips, you bucked your hips up wanting more but he pinned your hips down, sucking softly then swirling his tongue where he was once sucking, you moaned out his name opening your legs to give him more access “Fuck Sam” He smirked against your skin “You taste so good baby girl” You moaned and rolled your hips against his tongue chasing your orgasm trying not to cum too quickly although the way Sam’s tongue was you couldn’t hold on any longer, your legs began to shake you knew it wasn’t long before you came all over his face, still shaking from your intense orgasm. You watched as he sat up wiping the corners of his mouth “You look so beautiful.” He started to unbuckle his belt, and slowly slide his pants and boxers down “I’ve wanted to do this ever since I laid my eyes on you again.” You smiled and watched him lean up to kiss you and slowly slide his hard, throbbing member in you, you gasped against his lips feeling him fill you up with all of him. He groaned, rocking his hips against yours “You feel so good, Princess.” You arched your back already feeling your second orgasm. Sam looked so good above you, you couldn’t help but dig your nails into his back, knowing it drove him crazy when you did that, you felt his cock pulsate inside of you, tapping against a very sensitive spot, Sam moaned out your name, sliding in deeper and deeper until he could go any further, your walls tightened around his cock, giving him instant pleasure. Your nails dug deeper into his skin as you rode out your orgasm, your legs shaking once more indicating to Sam that you had just came and that it was his turn, you felt his cock twitch inside of you and before you knew it you felt him fill you up with cum, Sam slowly pulled out leaving you aching for his touch even though you were super sensitive already, he collapsed beside you, breathless. “You are amazing.” You turned your head to look at him smiling wide at the satisfaction spread across his face “Thank you, for the date and the multiple orgasms” He chuckled as you leaned over and kissed his shoulder “You are so welcome, we should do this again sometime” You giggled and nodded, “Oh, I am so sorry I didn’t know you two, wow I’m sorry” Sam quickly threw a piece of bread at Bucky as he ran away.

A/N: hope you guys like it😉

Tags: @megamindsecretlair

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#avengers #sam wilson #falcon #sam wilson x reader #sam wilson x you

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liverobinreaction · 1 year

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🖊️, 🌈 (banshee in a well), 💻 ?

IM SORRY I KNOW THIS IS OVER A MONTH LATE, i lost the original ask post and it took me ages to find it BUT I FOUND IT so boom! late but here

ask game here

🌈 What inspired you to write banshee in a well?

basically, i had just been thrown head first into the batman fandom and was scouring through ao3 for things to read, before i kind of. ran out. this was during the weeks i was meant to be studying and writing an essay, and i was doing literally anything except that, so i had a lot of time on my hands. now, ive always been a sucker for fake character death and angst, so i decided hey, why not shove my newest blorbo tim into something like that! initially, it was going to be a one shot where tim was trapped in a collapsing building and was crushed to death, only to crawl his way out eventually while the bats were looking for his body. i wrote the beginning, and then when i looked back up i had 10k words and a completely different plot. and so banshee in a well was born.

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

yes and no! i try to actively avoid writing stuff that requires a lot of technical knowledge because im a) lazy, and b) easily distractible. the moment i start researching when i want to write means i tend to fall down a wikipedia rabbit hole and end up with knowledge about 9th century chinese concubines. do not ask. BUT that doesnt mean i never do it, especially if im writing about a specific culture or religion. for example, i did some research into jewish funeral practices for banshee in a well, and read some articles by rabbis about whether you need to sit shiva for neglectful parents.

ive also been doing a bit of research into stomach cancer atm for 'and you know this will be gone in the morning'. i also absolutely got on a watch list while looking up other things for banshee, such as: how long does it take for blood to be deoxygenated, how do you get down from a noose, can you survive a ruptured lung.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

here's a bit from my generational depression fic 'To Find Forgiveness In The Weeds' (cw: depression and suicidal thoughts). thanks for the ask!!!

There isn’t really any sort of final straw. Maybe it would be better if there was some kind of definitive moment that he could point to and say ‘there, that’s where it all started, that’s what made me this way’. He almost wishes there was a catalyst like that, because then it would be a lot easier to explain away most of it. But Tim’s life has never been straightforward, so instead, it goes like this:

At 8am in the morning on a Tuesday, as he’s getting ready for work, Tim looks into the mirror while adjusting his tie, and realises that he doesn’t want to be alive anymore.

A mental breakdown would be easier. This sort of quiet realisation doesn’t really give much way to screaming and crying, nor is there anything he can even do with it. Granted, he’s always thought of dying in some sort of manner, but he’s never bluntly admitted to himself that he’d prefer to be dead. Most of the time, it shows up in an abstract, distant way. The temptation of a high rooftop, the ease of a subway track, the simplicity of a rope. Sometimes he’ll see death traps and feel a pull towards it. Not an active wish, so much as a temptation. A soft, gentle thought of ‘I’m tired. Wouldn’t it be nice to be dead?’

But it’s always been chased away, the logistics of actually dying and their impact keeping him away from ledges and chairs. The clean-up would be such a hassle, his brain would point out, and he’d agree. Someone would have to scrape him off the floor or tracks if he was selfish enough to do it in public, and that’s not even mentioning the traumatised passer-by’s. Ultimately, killing himself would cause more trouble than it’s worth, and that’s always been enough for him to ignore those thoughts and chalk them up to a flight of fancy or a call to the void rather than genuine suicidal ideation.

There’s none of that when he looks in the mirror and consciously acknowledges that maybe, just maybe, Tim doesn’t really want to live anymore. That, if given the chance, he can’t confidently say he wouldn’t take such an opportunity.

It’s a strange thought to have, and he finally lets his hands drop away from his tie as he observes himself. He’s seen suicidal people before, of course, both as Tim Drake and Robin and Red Robin. He watched as Bruce threw himself into deadlier and deadlier fights, uncaring of the consequences. He’s gently talked to people shivering on the edge of a skyscraper, eyes screaming for help despite their hollowness.

He doesn’t really fit that image, though logically, he knows that depression takes different forms. And that’s another thought that stops him and makes him furrow his brow. Is he depressed? Depression tends to cause suicidal ideation, so it would make sense, but once again, he’s never needed a therapist or broken down in tears from sadness.

He takes a few steps back to perch on his unmade bed. Messiness is a sign of depression, he remembers, but he’s always been messy. His father was the same way.

Except...

He glances around his room, frowning at the overflowing waste basket, the crumpled up cans and balled up protein wrappers. Clothes are haphazardly dumped into a corner, because he rarely has the energy to put them away. There’s dust everywhere except his bed, bathroom and desk, and kitchen roll still sticks to a spot on the carpet where he spilled some soda and forgot to clean it up.

It isn’t exactly the expected luxury penthouse of a CEO.

His room in Wayne Manor had been untidy, but it was the general clutter of a distracted teenager. He would still throw trash away, would dust and mop up spills when needed, because Alfred had enough on his plate already and tidying their rooms had always been their own responsibility.

His apartment, however, is messy in a way that indicates he’s stopped caring.

The thought is quiet in his mind, but it’s enough to stop everything else.

Has he?

Has he stopped caring?

#long post #bug replies #ask #anonymous #ask game #my writing #to find forgiveness in the weeds #banshee in a well #tw suicide

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myrcenegirl · 1 year

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anyways why is today like a healing day for me lmao i keep getting recommended like very very interesting and helpful things of like hm maybe i was supposed to see this right now at this exact point in my life. but

also its very very very very apparent that im not over what happened between me and my best friend and i havent (i might have drunkenly talked about it on accident but every1 blacked out so its still only the two of us that know) talked with any single person about how all that made me feel what went through my mind and i can say that looking back. i think i was mistaking my feelings towards it as acceptance and forgiveness and even maturity and maybe i did do the right thing instead of freaking out but looking now its like well damn i completely did deserve to have a little meltdown over that and i wasnt ‘being mature’ about it by not getting angry i was repressing being angry and its definitely like im ready to honestly end this friendship over it (if he cant accept that i need to tell others about this) and its up to him because yes i have forgiven him even though im still angry about it thats on me at this point partly i cant deny that but i still have never expressed how that shit made me feel and of course the go to emotion for me apparently is anger so just another thing. lol. that was like actual a little trauma moment that i just never dealt with because i did get an apology but hey that doesnt fix everything magically i wish it did but it doesnt and now im yes a little angry that i never felt i could talk about this with any1 because im doing my part to save face for him because i DONT want people to turn on him i dont. he doesnt deserve that but the fact is people might be like wtf about all of this when they find out. even after i tell them that ive forgiven him theyre going to ask me about it and i cant deny that im like interested in letting it out and saying how angry i was at him for doing that and how i felt and get it off my damn chest like fuck aaaah lol. anyways lots of fun today being introspective and im not even high so the fun hasnt even really started tonight lol. but i think i just wanna listen to music tonight ive been having so much fun doing deep dives into kpop theres so much music, so much content, to listen to its exciting.

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koroanebony · 1 year

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Part 12 @luna-xial

I’m awoken by Bilbo telling me, “someone knows you're here. There’s a letter for you.” I nod though I’m not too worried about it. Unless someone were to come and hurt Bilbo. I had known this hobbit for less than 24 hours but if something where to happen to him I would most definitely consider murder. I took the unopened letter from Bilbo and brought a claw out, causing Bilbo to cry out and fall over. I cut the shell of the note open and took in my claws and took out the paper. I looked over at Bilbo making sure he was okay before opening the note and reading it. Dear Ecko, I am Gandalf. You may remember me but if not that is alright. I need you to stay with the hobbit. Even after you're healed. I know you heal fast but he can’t know that. Tear your stitches multiple times. Extend your time with him and try and convince him to go on an adventure. I know you wish to return home but you mustn’t. You both will be the 14th and 15th member of the company if you so wish. Sincerely, Gandalf. I nod as I read the note then I throw it into the fire. As I get up I do as he says and get up to fast then stretch tearing stitches. I simper in pain and Bilbo rushes to my side. Telling me I have to be careful and that I won’t heal if I keep tearing them. I just nod. That went on for 6 years. Bilbo never got mad or upset. He almost seemed happy to have me there. Finally we were sitting outside relaxing, Bilbo smoking his pipe, me reading a book on dwarvish customs. I saw Bilbo's smoke turn into a butterfly and go back into bilbos nose. He coughed a bit and opened his eyes to see what had caused it. We both look up and low and behold stands Gandalf the gray. I nod up at him and turn back to my book as Bilbo mutters, “good morning.” I smirk as Gandalf says a series of things about whether it was a good day, a day to be good on, things like that. I didn’t catch most of it. I got bits and pieces of it but not much. They started to argue a little and all I saw was orcs standing over me as they decided what they wanted to do to me that day. I started gasping for breath, unable to react well when I was starting to lose consciousness due to my lack of oxygen. Bilbo rushes to my side and is quick to reassure me that I was okay and nothing was going to happen. Once I’ve calmed down I rush inside with the book in my hands gripping tightly to the cover along with the many pages. Gandalf and Bilbo talk until Bilbo storms inside. I go into Gandalf’s mind and apologize, “im sorry I could not convince him to go in your adventures.” He looks at me through the glass and nods his forgiveness. I nod back and tell Bilbo I'm going to go clean up. I clean when I'm stressed so cleaning now was not an uncommon thing for me to do. Bilbo knows so he just nods his head in sorrow and recommends for me to clean up some of the things in the hall. I had apologized profusely for being here longer than intended but he simply brushed it off as me being like the daughter he never had. I began cleaning. I clean the hall, I clean the kitchen, I clean the dining room, I clean the living room. I clean until I can clean no more. “You're the reason my house has stayed clean these past few years. Now come on, dinner’s ready. ” Bilbo jokes. He leaves to the dining room, chuckling. I follow after and we sit down to eat. Bilbo squeezes lemon juice onto his fish. I got a salad because Bilbo thinks I’m an elf. I’ve kept my 5 foot height. When I need meat I’ll go out in the middle of the night and find a rabbit or if the need isn’t too strong, a mouse. I start eating in silence but there is a knock on the door so Bilbo gets up, leaving his meal. I think back to a few thousand years ago to me, Thranduil, and Galadriel all hanging out together, making jokes, before everything was ruined. I stopped aging at 450 so I looked like the general young woman. I finish quickly and put my bowl in the sink. Meanwhile Bilbo is at the door talking to someone. He comes in as I leave. I turn to look at him and go into his mind.

#kili x oc #lord of the rings #the hobbit

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threepointseven · 2 years

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request headcanons for Venti, Mr. Fandango, Kaeya and Noelle with a really giggly s/o that likes to cling to one of their arms any chance they get?

As per usual, feel free to decline for any reason and stay safe! <3

-🧸 Anon

When you’re always giddy and kinda clingy

Type- scenario 🍄+HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= noelle x gn! Reader, scaramouche x gn! Reader, kaeya x gn! Reader

Note🍀= AHHH I ACCIDENTALLY CHANGED THE PROMPT UP A BIT PLS FORGIVE ME SHDBDJDBB BUT I HAD A LOT OF FUN WRITING THIS 😳😳 I HOPE YOU LIKE IT 🧸 ANON ILY FOR REQUESTINF MWAH MWAH ALSO STOP PUTTINF THAT “feel free to decline” SINCE I HOPE YOU KNOW FULL WELM IM GONNA ANSWER ALL UR REQS 🙄💕

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💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Scaramouche

- People assumed scaramouche wasn’t a fan of clingy lovers, to others he’s portrayed as a head strong independent killer who takes no shit from anyone

- Thats definitely right in a sense but you should see that claim become incorrect when people see him around you.

- You’re energetic, always giddy, and from the looks of it quite clingy.

- Everywhere whenever he’s seen with you you’re right by his side holding on tight to his free arm talking his ear off with a big smile on your face

- Its weird to see a blood seeking tiger with a stray kitten you know?

- On the outside he looks utterly pissed, hissing at your every word and teasing you for how clingy you are

- But tbh he adores it, hes trying so hard not to blush when you do so much as touch him

- In public the most he’ll let you do is hold his arm or something like that but in private he’ll welcome every ounce of affection.

- Your energy makes him feel ever so safe and the fact your clingy just heals his inner self sm

- Often times he’ll scramble out of your hold amongst other harbingers but there was this one time..

It was a day like any other, a work day where your boyfriend was to return to his duties in a matter of a few minutes but there you were in his hold, talking as loud as you wanted with a grin on your face, buried in the corner of his neck.

He’d stroke your back in a behaved pattern as you Bothe embraced the private moment, that is before a certain orange hair barged into the office, wide eyed at the scene he was witnessing “Ah- have I disturbed you two?”

“Oh archons- um I’ll get going-“

Before you could even attempt to wiggle out of scars arms he held on tight before ordering Childe to get tf out

“Your still hugging me-?”

“Yea and?”

“Usually you’d shove me off if someone were to see-“

“Well I don’t need to be that secretive about your skinship obsession.. .. ugh just keep rambling, the room is too quiet.”

Kaeya

- so weirdly proud of it

- Hes always got that proud little smug on his face that says “wish you were me?” Whenever you run up to him with a bright smile ready to cling to his arm

- He pats you lightly on the head the moment you wrap your arm around his and he just lets you talk while giving a bunch of commentary

- He isnt much of a listener, more like a converser. He’s really good at holding and making conversation so you both are talking quite a lot

- He doesnt mind your clinginess that much, unless he’s super busy doing knight work, he’ll happily entertain you and always welcome the affection

- He also brags about it so much to other people, mostly people that are kinda into you 😋

- In the most insensitive. Way. Possible.

“Ahg- my lover is quite closed off..”

“Sadly i cant relate to you as mine is head over heels inlove with touching me, in every way possible and everywhere.”

- he isnt scared of pda so if you cling to his arm he’ll take it another step up and kiss you on the cheek

- If theres a time where your next to him and you arent touching him or holding his hand he’ll assume your in a bad mood or he did something wrong😞

- You two look like such a power couple 🤕

- There are definitely lovers who mind the excessive skinship but he isnt one of them, and he reassures you he never will be but what if the whispers saying “isnt he annoyed of them always being around him?” Get to you sometimes

“Kaeya..”

“Hm?” The hand that was previously slung around your boyfriends bicep was relaxed and put behind your back.

“Do you think my thing with physical affection is annoying?” The question didnt surprise him, nor catch him off guard. He knew youd been listening to the whispers of jealousy, he was waiting for you to bring it up.

“Want my honest opinion sweetheart?”

“Mhm.”

“I would never be bothered by such a thing. Im more prideful that you’re so obsessed with me anyways-“

“Obsessed?! That is a leap.”

“Its not” the man winks while lengthening the ‘not’ in a singy song voice as you shake his shoulders annoyed

Noelle

- she is honored. Literally so happy you think shes fit to hug and spoil in touch like shes gonna cry bro hug her more pls

- Unless shes carrying something she welcomes your obsession with clinging onto her arm with a smile on her face

- She blushes everytime you do it and her heart is just doing summersaults

- Over time she came to just expect it, like whenever she could see your figure running up to her her first thought was “ah theye gonna hold my arm!”

- If you dont shes gonna assume she did something wrong and just stare at you like a sad little baby puppy terrified their gonna get in trouble

- If theres ever a day where you dont hold her arm the entire time shell be at your door with your favorite dessert in hand ready to apologize profusely for whatever tf she did

- Please say that it was nothing and give her cuddles she thinks so low of herself your touch fixes everythinf😞

- She just cant help that adorable blush on her face whenever someone points out how affectionate you are to her

- But at the same time she feels like she doesnt deserve it😞

“Y-y/n… are you possibly a bit bothered today?”

“Hm? Oh of course not dear, why are you asking?”

“Oh well..!” Embarrassed at her sudden spur of words she covers her blushed face with an ashamed pout

“Its just that usually youd be touching me a bit more and being more affectionate.. but i completely get if you dont feel like it cause we all have our boundaries and all that hut i cant help but feel a bit worried-“

Before the short haired woman can finish her sentence she finds you chuckling away at her rant, “Noelle, im not mad or anything! To be honest i was the one that was scared you didnt like me touching you! I always find you looking away whenever somebody mentions it..”

“Oh dear im just a bit shy about it uhm-“

The day went on with you two sticking to eachother with grins on your faces after that whole fiasco, now you know shes not ashamed of it atleast!

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin imagines #genshin kaeya x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya x gender neutral reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #genshin noelle x reader #noelle x reader #genshin noelle #genshin scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x gender neutral reader

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voiceless-terror · 3 years

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I am so completely enamored with Danny as jons ex and I would be forever in your debt if you finished that

i wasn't expecting people to like this idea so much, its definitely one of my weirder ones xD since im not sure when i'll get around to actually finishing it (if ever) you can have a very rough chunk of it instead. you'll have to forgive any mistakes, im not up to editing it.

In a surprising show of athleticism, Jon ducks under Sasha’s chair before the specter of his past manages to see him.

Sasha swears at the action, backing up in her chair and peering down at Jon in bafflement. “What on Earth are you doing, Jon?”

Instead of answering her question, he backs up even further, tucking his feet out of sight. He thinks Sasha’s umbrella must be under here, and judging from the sharp point currently jabbing at his thigh, he probably broke it. “Is he still there?” he hisses, tilting his head to avoid bashing it into the desk.

“Who?”

“That- that man!”

A pause. “Tall, dark and handsome?”

Jon’s turn to pause. “I suppose you might call him that,” he replies stiffly. And it’s true. The man, from Jon’s brief, panicked glimpses, is at least six foot, with thick, dark hair and a bright grin.

And he looks exactly like Jon’s ex, Danny Stoker.

He’d done an almost comical double-take after a cursory glance; at first he’d thought Danny was the new hire, but this man was more angular, like a sharper, leaner version of his ex. So no, it couldn’t be him.

That didn’t stop him from diving under the nearest object, ergo Sasha’s desk. Not the wisest of decisions, considering his throbbing side, but he’s never been known for grace under pressure.

He’s not exactly sure why this fight or flight mode’s been activated- he and Danny had parted on fairly good terms, each recognizing that although they cared about the other, they simply weren’t compatible in the long term. They’d dated for a little over six months when Jon was a freshman, and he’d fallen hard.

Danny had been his first real relationship, and Jon was shocked that someone like him even looked his way. Impossibly handsome, incredibly fit, desired and envied in equal measure, and he dated scrawny, shy, insecure Jonathan Sims; the rumor mill went wild. They’d met at a party, and not even a good one. In a brief moment of liquid courage, Jon managed to insert himself into a group and fit in one snarky joke that sent Danny into stitches, the rest of the partygoers following his lead. For one second, Jon felt like he truly fit in, like he was someone worth knowing.

Danny had a way of making someone feel special. Big, romantic gestures, surprising him after class, taking him on little expeditions beyond campus. Jon didn’t drive, still doesn’t, and Danny wanted to show him the world outside of their privileged little campus.

But, like all of Jon’s relationships, it came to an end. Jon wasn’t ready for such overwhelming affection (didn’t think he deserved it, quite frankly), and Danny needed someone who could handle his fast-paced lifestyle. Jon was not that man. They broke up amicably, even if Jon shed a few tears in private, saw each other on campus a few times. Danny tried to reach out more than once, just as friends, but Jon’s never been able to handle more than one relationship at a time, and by then he’d met Georgie.

But now it seems the past is unavoidable, and standing near the circulation desk. Well, now walking in his direction, if the steady footsteps were any indication. Jon’s heart begins to hammer in his chest as it hits him that he is, in fact, hiding under a desk because a man who sort of looks like his ex is in his general vicinity. Coward.

“‘Lo!” God, even the voice is similar, if not as deep. “Tim Stoker. Reporting for duty.”

Stoker. Tim Stoker. Jon startles, slamming his head against the desk with a yelp.

Somewhere in his spiraling thoughts and throbbing head he remembers- Danny had a brother. An older brother that he adored. This must be the famous Tim- Danny made him out to be a saint, and though Jon never met him, he felt some fondness via Danny’s descriptions. But Tim’s going to have no fondness for him, especially considering Jon’s current position, hiding in pain under his coworkers desk.

“Pleased to meet you!” Sasha chirps, very clearly amused by the situation. “I’m Sasha James. And this-” she tugs at one of Jon’s legs, dragging him a few inches into sight. Jon buries his head in his hands and wishes he were invisible. “-is Jonathan Sims. We’ll be training you.”

“Excellent.” Tim’s voice holds the same good humor Danny’s always did, and sends a pang of nostalgia through his chest. “Er, you alright down there?”

“Yes,” Jon responds robotically, scrambling to his feet and standing behind Sasha’s chair, unwilling to meet the man’s eyes, lest he be drawn in. “I- uh, lost a pen. P-Probably left it in the copy room, I’ll just be going...there.” With that incredible performance, he fled.

And only tripped once on the way out.

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So Jon’s kind of cute.

Tim doesn’t normally go for tiny disgruntled academics, but Jonathan Sims is an interesting fellow. He’s got a reputation for being the ‘problem child’ of the Research Department, awkward and prickly and always available with a snide word. He wields his books and files like a little suit of armor, and the only person he’s seen him open up to is Sasha. Besides their little conversations, Jon is all work and no play.

Except with Tim.

Sasha says she’s never seen anything like it, with one of her secret little smiles. Jon’s always staring. Usually, the man can’t hold eye contact to save his life, but he’ll spend full minutes looking at Tim when he thinks he can’t see. The first few times, Tim would turn around and smile, but that practically sent the man into convulsions, dropping his papers and jumping out of sight like a spooked cat. It was funny the first few times, but Tim pitied him enough to ignore it now. He hopes Jon enjoys the view.

God forbid he ask the guy a question. Jon will look around the room, as if waiting for someone else to answer, when it’s clearly directed at him. He’ll blush and stammer his way through every explanation, keeping a wide berth of at least two feet between them. Even when Tim wants him to look at his screen, he’ll squint from far away. Tim starting to think he smells bad, or has some sort of communicable disease unbeknownst to him.

“It’s not that,” Sasha assures him, again with that unreadable smile. “Trust me.”

Time to try something else.

He prints out his latest follow up, a rather elaborate statement regarding mistaken identities and absolutely nothing supernatural. He knows Jon prefers to look at things on paper, as screens ‘trigger his migraines’ if Tim understood his mumbles. Maybe if he can engage with him on familiar territory for the both of them, he’ll be able to hold a conversation. Tim specifically requested his help on this one.

“If you could just look it over, make sure everything’s up to snuff, that’d be great,” Tim says to the top of Jon’s head, as the man refuses to lift his own to meet his gaze. “You know how Dr. Walker is. Always-”

“Finding mistakes where there are none? I’m familiar with her methods,” Jon snorts, and Tim feels like he’s getting somewhere. A whole sentence! With classic Jonathan Sims snark! “I-I can give it a look. I’m rather busy, but -”

“Take your time,” Tim says with a dismissive wave of the hand. “I finished a bit early, so I don’t need it for a few days yet. Don’t want to put you out.”

“You’re not.” Jon meets his eyes for about ten seconds before ducking his head back down.

Progress!

#tma #jonathan sims #tim stoker #jontim #jondanny #what a tag i need to use it more often #if people do actually like this i might be tempted to give it another go #i think the outline for it ended up being too long for a week event #so i got lazy and gave up #asks #my writing #danny stoker #jondanny au

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skeezsbbygirl · 4 years

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kiss it better + bang chan

hello lovelies! (づ￣ ³￣)づ

im back with another bang chan scenario <3 hope you guys enjoy this one!! (oh and tmt hit 1k+ notes ahhh thank you so much >.<, also i might be uploading a prince!chan fic soon, stay tuned sunshines)

STRAY KIDS EVERYWHERE ALL AROUND THE WORLD.

"Chris, baby, please."

It's been two hours, nearing three, since Chris decided to give you the silent treatment. The cause of your current suffering rooted from the events that took place last night.

A college friend of yours happened to be visiting the city, and what better way to celebrate a rare occasion than dressing up and going for a girl's night out with a bunch of your other friends. Chris happily agreed to let you go, he didn't need much convincing since he trusted you with everything and that included you getting home in one piece.

As the late hours of the night passed and shifted over to the wee hours of the morning, Chris grew worried, checking his phone for the nth time as he expected a call or text from you to reassure him that you were fine, or that you were at least still alive somewhere.

Fortunately, he managed to get a hold of your situation through one of your friends, credits to Jisung for grabbing her number that one time you guys set them up for a date.

"Hyung, she said that (y/n) got into a cab ten minutes ago," Jisung explained over the phone. "Her phone also died, so that's probably the reason why you haven't heard from her," he added.

"Alright, got it. Thanks, Ji."

Strike one.

Your drunk self thought that it was a good idea to call for a cab, even declining your girlfriend's offer to drive you home. You insisted that you were fine and that you would only derail their way home since your apartment's route leads to the opposite direction. So, in your semi-intoxicated state, you hopped into a cab and made your way home.

Strike two.

You came home last night, struggling to keep a certain level of sobriety. Heels in one hand and your clutch in the other. You weren't completely hammered, but it was still enough to piss Chris off as he took in your drunken state.

Strike three.

Nevertheless, Chris patiently took care of you. He helped you out of your clothes, took your makeup off for you, and tucked you in bed with him.

You could've gotten away with what happened, until your hungover self decided to betray you.

When Chris sat you down for breakfast, he managed to ease in the happenings of last night, carefully bringing it up as to not agitate you or make you feel like he's blaming you for going out and having fun.

He was just worried, especially having known that you went home all by yourself without even contacting him.

"Baby, you could've borrowed one of your friends' phone and asked me to come pick you up," Chris sighed as he reached out for your hand, placing his on top of yours, his fingers tracing circles on your skin.

"I know and I'm sorry, but can you just scold me later?" you said, your tone a little harsher than you intended it to be, probably due to the lingering headache and side effects of your drinks last night. You felt like your skull was being split into two and you just wanted to eat and recover in silence.

"Babe, I'm not scolding you. I was just-"

You cut Chris off. "Alright, I get it, you were worried but I took care of myself. So let's just argue later, yeah?" you snapped.

And you're out.

Upon hearing your reply, Chris' jaw clenched, visibly appearing offended and irritated. He retracted his hand from yours, opting to cross his arms over his chest.

You bit your tongue when the words you spat out finally settled in. It sounded wrong and you definitely shouldn't have said that. You readied yourself for the argument that was about to ensue, but nothing came.

"Okay."

That was all he said before he stood up and left.

Your eyes widened at the sudden realization that slapped you back into reality, the ugly outcome of your sudden outburst.

You were about to get up and follow Chris to apologize, however, the sudden throbbing pain in your head disabled you from getting out of your seat. Instead, you were forced to sit back down and wallow in guilt.

And that's how you ended up getting the silent treatment.

You left your boyfriend alone for a few hours, hoping that his anger would dissipate by the time that your hungover got better. But much to your dismay, he wasn't having it with you.

"Baby, can I come in?" you knocked on the door of Chris' home studio.

Silence.

"Chris, baby, please," you tried again, but you were still met with silence. You let out a sigh as you ambled back towards the living room, deciding to just give him space and talk it out whenever he's ready.

Chris was naturally a forgiving person, a little tougher on his members, but a complete sweetheart when it comes to you. So when he gave you the silent treatment for the very first time that day, you didn't know what to do.

So, you waited.

A couple of hours passed, three and a half, now, to be exact, you heard Chris' door unlock. You immediately perked up at the sound, quickly scurrying on your feet to meet him.

"Chris, I'm sorry," you apologized with your head hung low, eyes on the ground, and fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

Nothing. Nothing, but the cold breeze of Chris passing by, giving you no due attention. He sauntered towards the kitchen and opened the fridge, paying more attention to the cold food items that were displayed in front of him.

How you wish you were the half-eaten cheesecake now, huh?

Having enough with his torturous act, you were set on using the two tricks you had up your sleeves -- 1) faking an injury, as petty as that sounds, you were desperate, and 2) luring him with something he likes, be it an innocent gesture or a daring one, you would practically do anything at this point.

With your first plan in mind, you crept up behind him and positioned yourself near the edge of the marble kitchen island, placing your hip at the sharp corner so that it would appear as if you bumped against it.

From a third person's point of view, you probably looked stupid, scratch that, you did look stupid, but you were set on breaking Chris' silent streak.

"Ah!" you yelped in pain, hands quickly coming up to clutch your right side. You dropped on the ground, still maintaining your hold on your "injured" torso.

As soon as you cried out in pain, Chris hurried to your side.

"Baby, are you okay?" he asked with a worried expression plastered on his face. His cold demeanor immediately melting once he saw you clutching your side. "What happened, babygirl?" he crouched down to meet your level.

"I accidentally hit the edge of the counter," you said. "Come here, baby," Chris placed your arms around his neck as he scooped you up from the ground, carrying you bridal style towards the living room.

"Show me where it hurts, love," Chris ordered as he sat you down with him. He carefully moved you on his lap, making you straddle him.

"Right here," you pointed towards a random patch of skin on your right side. Chris placed his hand over the supposedly injured area, gently soothing it with the warmth that radiated from his palm.

Adding the icing on the cake, you hissed in pain as his hand came in contact with your skin. "Shh, it's okay, baby. I got you," Chris cooed as he planted a kiss on your cheek, in hopes of making you feel better.

He lifted your shirt up a bit, allowing him to inspect for any cuts or damage to your skin. "Do you want me to go get an ice pack?" Chris offered. "No, it's fine," you replied.

"Alright, just tell me if need anything," Chris responded as he leaned down to press a chaste kiss on your exposed skin, tugging your shirt back down as he pulled away.

You nuzzled your face into his neck, in an attempt to conceal the grin that was forming on your lips. Completely fooled by your actions, Chris continued rubbing your side as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

"Does it hurt anywhere else, baby?" Chris asked and you nodded. "Here," you pulled away from him and pointed towards your chest. He shot you a puzzled look, confused as to why your chest would hurt when you claimed that you bumped your side.

"Because I was trying to apologize to my boyfriend a couple of hours ago, but instead, he gave me the silent treatment," you pouted.

Chris bursted out in laughter as he heard your response.

"It's true. I followed him around like a lost puppy, but he locked himself inside his studio. Totally unfair and uncalled for," you continued and Chris shook his head in disbelief, his laughter coming to a stop as he calmed down.

"I could say the same thing about what happened last night," Chris challenged, raising one eyebrow at you.

"I'm sorry. I know I was being stupid. I should've called you or at least shot you a message from my friend's phone to let you know that I was coming home late. I just thought that if I called, I was going to end up bothering you, considering that it was such an ungodly hour," you explained, fiddling with the string of his hoodie.

"(Y/n), you could never be a bother to me," Chris said, "And did you honestly think that I could sleep knowing that you were out there?"

"I was so worried about you. Thank Jisung for having one of your friend's number because I was this close to losing it," Chris stated.

"I know. I'm really sorry," you pressed a kiss to his lips. "I promise I won't do it again, forgive me?" you added, pecking his lips once more.

"I can't stay mad at you," Chris let out a defeated sigh. "Of course. I forgive you, babygirl," he gave you a small smile.

You cheered and pulled him in for a hug, momentarily forgetting about your said injury.

"Do you feel better now?" Chris teased as he poked your sides, making you jolt in surprise. "Christopher!" you squealed, bursting in a fit of giggles as you realized that you've been caught red-handed.

Well, at least the intentions of your plan worked.

"You know what they say, desperate times call for desperate measures," you shrugged and Chris chuckled in amusement. He leaned in and gave you a kiss.

"You're lucky you're cute."

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m4r13l3y · 3 years

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Oh no, she likes another boy

Sirius black x reader , Reader x Theodore Nott

(explanation to the fic) << plz read!

Warnings; angst, unrequited love, mentions of cheating, fluff ending (?) (open ending)

“Where the fuck is he” You barged into the gryffindor common room, rage laced into your words, “Who?” James looked up from his homework with brows furrowed

“Who fucking else” You groaned, running up the stairs to the boys’ dorm

You knocked, no, pounded on the door. Sirius opened looking confused “What’s the matter?”

“Whats’s the matter?” You scoffed, “The fucking matter is that some girl just told me you cheated” The last three words coming out more like a whisper as a knot tied in your throat;

“Hello” you smiled at the 5th year who sat next to you, “hi do you know Sirius black?” She questioned

“Yea” you replied, eyebrows furrowed as to why a fifth year wanted to know if Sirius and yourself knew each other

“You guys are dating right?” you nodded, feeling like you could throw up at any second. The young girl explained how her upper-class friend and sirius had relationships,

you wanted to believe that she was lying, but how could you? This was the third time someone told you that he had done something like this and you still stayed with him, why? Because you are a fucking dumbass. You believed his witty “I love you’s” you believed when he said they were lying, but you were done.

Done with him treating you like you were nothing but trash off the sidewalk.

“Y/n its not that importan-“ Sirius deadpanned at you “not that important? Sirius I keep forgiving you because I’m so fucking stupid and you know that I am done.” You furiously wiped your tears, “I’m so done with you I promise”

“Sure you are” he rose his eyebrows, unbelieving of your statement, “fuck you Sirius black I don’t know how I ever loved you” you picked up your bag and slammed the door

It was no secret that everyone in Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry that you and Sirius black had broken up, news had spread around quickly as you broke up with him because he cheated with some Ravenclaw

He never realized how much he had loved you until you left. Until guilt ran through his veins weeks after he realized what he had done with the girl and how wrong it was, until you were sobbing in his dorm the night you finished everything with him.

The first week was alright, it hadn’t fully hit him yet, he still joked and smiled even though he thought you’d forgive him the next day, like you normally would.

The second week was tougher, he finally saw you coming to dinners, but you wouldn’t talk to him or the marauders, James and Remus had gotten mad at him because they missed your witty jokes and caring remarks when they felt down

And then it was summer, he wrote to you almost every day. He knew you were in Italy with your family, but he still wrote, you never replied. That’s when it really hit him. On a cold winter night when he saw his owl come back with a letter, his letter. You hadn’t even opened it.

So here he was now, first night back from school, he hadn’t seen you anywhere. Not on the train, not at dinner, and now he was moving around in his bed trying to figure out an apology

The next morning he finally saw you. You had a bright smile on your face, one he hadn’t seen in so long and Merlin he missed it. You had made your way to the marauders, he knew you were not one to hold grudges and he was excited to know you were ready to forgive him

“Remus” you smiled “James”

Maybe not

“How was Rome?” Remus asked, “amazing!” You beamed “we went to this Italy city and it was so cool they had such nice stores..”

Your voice sounded muffled as he saw you talking to his friends. God how he fucking wished it was him you were smiling at, though his day dream was brought to a halt when your voice stopped at you stared at the hall entrance

“Oh my god” you whispered, the three boys turned around to see a brown fluffy haired boy with glasses and a gryffindor crewneck walk in, someone he definitely didn’t know

“Who’s that?” James furrowed his eyebrows, “that’s theo” you whispered with a smile “my boyfriend”

Sirius let out a laugh “y/n okay this went on for too long you don’t have to get me jealous..” he trailed off as soon as he saw you stand up, ignoring him, and rushed to theo

“Y/n!” The brown haired male beamed at your presence as he held your waist tightly

“I didn’t know you were transferring here!” You pulled away, “well yea, wanted to surprise m’girl” he chuckled

You kissed him briefly, missing the way Sirius’ clenched his jaw at the sight. And much to his dismay, you decided to bring the stupid boy over to their seating space

“This is Theodore” you sat down “he’s my boyfriend”

“That’s Sirius and Remus and James” you introduced the boys as they all gave curt nods

“Howd you two meet?” James rose an eyebrow, “Italy” you smiled “I don’t mean to leave so fast, but I have to say hi to the elves I’ll be right back” you kissed your boyfriends cheek and waved

“be nice please!” You shouted as you ran out of the hall

“Listen here pretty boy” Remus rose a brow as you walked away “if you hurt our y/n I promise you, the least of your worries will be a little jinx yea?”

“Ofcourse mate” Theo chuckled “I like her, like really like her she’s special”

Sirius stood up angrily and walked out of the hall. He went to the kitchens, were he knew you’d be, so he could ask for forgiveness along with maybe convincing you to break up with the bloody bloke he now hated

“Y/n” he whispered as he saw you, “hey Sirius” you gave a curt smile and waved goodbye to the elves

“Y/n Im sorry i don’t know why you’re with that kid but I promise you I’ll do better-“ he went on

“No Siri” you cut him off “you didn’t love me, I’m not going to break up with a guy that really likes me just because you’re jealous. You treated me so badly and I’m not okay with that. Sorry if it hurts your feelings, but I’m happy with him” you gave him a sympathetic smile and made your way out of the kitchens

So that day he spent up in his dorm, crying and dwelling on how he could’ve changed everything in your relationship with him

The next few nights were the same, as he watched you and that dense Theodore roam the hauls with your hands in a lock

He watched him ask you to the winter ball, he watched him ask you to be his valentine, and much to his liking; he watched you break up with him when the two of you agreed it’d be for the best

He still watched though, the way you and him hang out as friends, he wished the two of you could’ve ended on good terms so that you could be hanging out with him as friends

“Mate you have to stop this” James put a comforting hand on his shoulder “she’s moved on and you should too”

“S hard” he whispered “I loved her”

“Ofcourse you did, but things happen and it didn’t work out” James comforted, Sirius shook his head and went to bed

Years went on, a war started and finished, he took care of his godson when Peter was arrested, and he got his life on track. No more slouching and sleeping around with any girl, he was caring and he was a changed man, for the better

His thoughts too, went on. His mind, even years later, always came back to you. Your y/e/c irised, your loving kisses, and your smile. Your damn smile, his favorite feature. How you always smiled when he would kiss you, how you smiled at him one last time when you departed ways at the end of school, and how it was 1986 at grimmauld place and you were smiling brightly at the kids that were running around

“Y/n we are so happy to have you!” Molly beamed, “The pleasure is mine molly” you hugged her

“Harry!” You picked up the young boy into a hug “missed you aunt y/n” he nuzzled into your neck

After greeting everyone, dinner went on. The young kids played for hours before going to bed in their respective rooms, and you had walked into the dining room after putting harry to bed and Remus calling it a night,

“Hey Sirius” you smiled at him

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kimmietea · 3 years

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Double Yikes! Part 2 (Ben Hardy x Reader)

Summary: Continuation of Double Yikes! Part 1

Warnings: Uhhhh.... Well I don't want to give anything away so...Read at your own risk

Continuation of Yikes! and Double Yikes! Part 1

A/N: Ok I know it's been a LONG time coming but I believe you will all think it was well worth the wait. Now I recommend you reread the whole Yikes! series before you read this one BUT it's not necessary. I've included a bit of where we last left off so you're all not completely lost. Thank you so much for those of you how stuck by and waited this thing out. I debated on telling you all this BUT I do have an idea for anther part... Reader goes to "help" Ben babysit. I haven't started it and I have no idea if I ever will but the idea is there and I promise if I do decide to do it I will write the entire thing first before posting so no one has to wait. Ok no more rambling lets get to it! Don't forget to tell me what you think and Italics is reader thinking to herself in her head!! Enjoy!!

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"Thank you Ben, I had a really great time." He took a small step forward and placed one hand on your hip, your heart sped up. His hand felt heavy and the heat coming from him being so close spread through your entire body.

"So did I. Thank you for agreeing to go out with me tonight. I never do this kind of thing but I couldn't leave your office without a definite way to see you again." He laughed a little to ease his nerves, his head leaning slightly closer to you.

Oh god ok, breath

"Well I'm very glad you did." You said, much softer than you intended. Ben had his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as his eyes traveled over your face, landing on your lips. He was close and you could feel his breath across your face again, like at the restaurant. His heavy hand still firm on your hip, his thumb now rubbing along soothingly.

Please kiss me

He brought his other hand up to the side of your face, letting the tips of his fingers run over your cheekbone.

Pleeeease kiss me

You took a chance and placed your hand at the nape of his neck, letting your fingers intertwine in his hair. He smiled and licked his lips.

PAH-LEEAS KISS ME DAMN IT!

"Y/N, can I kiss you?" He whispered.

FUCKIN FINALLY!

Too afraid you'd actually say what you were thinking, you nodded. He smiled and leaned in slowly to close the space between you. You instantly felt an electric shock travel through you causing you to move closer towards him and tug on his hair. He moaned into the kiss and slid his hand from your hip to your back, pulling you flush against him.

You sighed at the feeling of him being pressed against you and your lips parted. Ben wasted no time and slid his tongue along yours. You moaned and let your unoccupied hand glide up his torso, feeling his tight muscles under his shirt to rest on his chest. Ben's hand that was near your face moved to join his other on your back.

Your entire body was on fire, your head spinning, either from the intensity of the kiss or the lack of oxygen, you weren't sure. Just when you were about to pull back to see if he wanted to move things inside, he slid one of his hands down to rest on the curve of your ass.

You whined and pushed back into his hand. He moaned and gripped your ass roughly, causing you to involuntarily snap your hips forward into his. He moaned again and finally pulled away. Ben was panting heavily, his lips were swollen and red, his cheeks flushed and warm. You were sure you looked the same.

Alright, say something cool and invite him inside

You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to it.

"I can't do this." Your heart dropped and you could feel the color drain from your face.

But...but things were going so well. What happened? How did i fuck this up?

You could feel tears start to prick behind your eyes.

Do NOT cry in front of him!

“Right, ok.” You nodded sadly and stepped back, away from him. His hands fell from you and you reached for your keys.

"Wait Y/N, that came out wrong." He grabbed your hand and tried to get you to look at him. You shook your head, putting your keys in the lock and unlocking the door.

"No Ben, it's fine. You don't want to. I get it. No big deal." You managed to get out, finally looking up at him and gave him a tight lipped smile.

"But that’s just it, I do want to! Believe me, I do! God I've only been thinking about it since the moment i fuckin saw you." He laughed at himself and you felt a little better.

"Of course I want to. I mean it's obvious I want to." He gestured vaguely to his crotch where there was a definite bulge. You let your eyes glance down quickly.

God if he's that big after just a kiss I could only imagine...no no, time to focus stop it!

"But I'm supposed to be the perfect gentleman tonight, that’s what I meant, and that is definitely not the gentlemanly thing to do on the first date, as much as I'd love to." He paused.

"Maybe on the second date." He chuckled.

"You want a second date?" You asked, hopeful.

"Of course I do. I had an amazing time. You're smart, well spoken, gorgeous and funny as hell. And that kiss! I absolutely need more of that in my life." You laughed and he took a tentative step towards you. When you didn’t step away he wrapped his arms around you and you rested your head against his chest. His heart was pounding.

"Forgive me?"

You smiled up at him and nodded. He leaned down and kissed you again. It was softer this time, slower. He pulled away gently and rested his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed.

"Can I call you tomorrow?" He whispered.

"Definitely."

Alright if this isn't happening tonight i need to go inside before i start begging

You pecked his soft lips one last time and backed away from him. He took your hand in his before you were completely out of reach.

"Now I need to try to get to my car without any of your neighbors seeing me and think I'm some perv walking around your building with a damn hard on." You barked out a laugh and covered your face with your hand. When your eyes met his again that same look from the car and the restaurant was back. The butterflies also made a comeback.

We were just making out! What's with the butterflies! He is going to be the death of me, I swear.

"Goodnight beautiful, I’ll talk to you tomorrow." He said, kissed your hand.

“Goodnight Ben.” You said and he turned to leave. You entered your apartment and leaned against the door. You let out a frustrated groan.

UGGH. Damn you and your grogeous fuckin face and your perfect gentleman shit, your perfect lips and hands.

You were beyond sexualy fusterated and kicked your shoes off, tossed your purse on the table and went to the kitchen. You looked out the window over the sink just in time to see Ben get to his car. You watched him get in but he didn’t pull away.

I wish he would just come back up here and…

You ran to your purse and grabbed your cell, pressing Ben’s number. You had an idea. It rang twice before he answered.

“Miss me already love?” He joked down the line. His voice sounded so much deeper over the phone and you clenched your legs together. You walked back into the kitchen to watch out the window. He was still there.

“Something like that.” You laughed. “About that second date you mentioned.

“Absolutely, anytime.” You smirked.

“How about in about 10 minuntes?” He laughed

Oh that laugh

"10 minutes huh? Yeah, I think i'm free. What did you have in mind?" You started to make a pot of coffee and cleaned the small pile of dishes in the sink.

"I was thinking coffee maybe? I know this great little spot, super cheap but very good and it's incredibly close by." His deep chuckle made your heart jump and a wide grin spread across your face.

"Perfect. I'm on my way back up." You watched his car door open.

"Wait, give me 10 minutes to change."

"Change? I thought we were just having coffee at your place."

"No, we are. I just want to change." You finished the dishes and went to your room to pick up the clothes on the floor and somewhat make your bed.

"No way." He laughed.

"What?" You asked confused and threw the towels from your shower earlier in the hamper.

I should stop being such a slob

"That's not fair, I can't change."

"But this dress is killing me." You took a look around the room and figured it was good enough.

"Then why did you wear it tonight?"

"Cause I look hot in it!" You explained with a laugh and went back to the kitchen to look for something to have with your coffee. He hummed down the line and it made your toes curl causing you to stumble a little.

Christ, get it together

"Yeah you do."

Mmm he better get up here quick

"You have nothing in the car?" You asked, trying not to focus on the effect his voice alone had on you. You could hear rustling as he looked.

"I have gym clothes from earlier today. Would you like me to put those on?"

Oooh Ben in gym clothes...Ben at the gym, hot, sweaty, panting...tempting

"Depends? How bad do they smell?" You joked.

"Y/N!"

"Fine fine, I won't change. I guess 'Cafe Y/N' is open for business then."

"I'll be right up." He laughed.

I love how easy it is with him

You hung up and finished getting the coffee ready and set it, along with everything else on the small table in the kitchen and put some music on softly in the background. The knock at the door came and your entire body went cold.

Oh fuck why am I so nervous all of a sudden. Get your shit together. Let’s go!

You walked to the door and your heart began to race. If you didn’t know the cause then you’d be worried you were about to have a heart attack. A few more deep breaths, a quick adjustment to your dress and a hair check before you opened the door with fake confidence.

What the shit!

He left his jacket in the car and had untucked his shirt and unbuttoned it completely so the black tank top that was covering his chest could be seen. It also looked like he ran his hands through his hair, breaking it of its hold from whatever product he had used. Or maybe that was from you during the kiss earlier. Either way he looked incredible.

Fuckin hell

“I thought we weren’t changing.” You commented as cool as possible. He laughed and ran a hand through his already tousled hair. Your knees gave out slightly and you gripped the door tighter.

“I didn't change. I altered.” He smirked.

Wow second date Ben is a little cocky...I like

“Cheater, I can’t alter mine.” You joked and moved to the side letting him in. He kissed your cheek as he passed and walked inside.

“I can think of a few ways.” He muttered under his breath.

“What was that?” You asked, smiling to yourself and led him to the kitchen.

“Oh nothing.” His cheeks were pink, his lip bit between his teeth. You took a seat at the table and Ben took the seat closest to you, then moved it even closer, the sides of your thighs touching.

“So welcome to cafe Y/N.” You gestured to the table. “Where the coffee is decent and the cookies are probably stale and expired because I don’t remember buying them.” You laughed with a shrug. Time with Ben seemed to fly by. Before you knew it an hour had gone by. Your nerves had settled enough for you two to just sit, talk and joke freely while you sipped your coffee. Neither of you had dared to touch the cookies.

Ben was telling you about an audition he had coming up when the song changed over. ‘Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow by Roberta Flack started to play and your over anxious mind started to wander and you completely zoned out.

Things are so easy with him. It's never been like this with anyone before. I don’t want to be another notch. What if I never hear from him again after tonight?

“Y/N, you alright love?” Ben asked, pulling you out of your thoughts, his voice laced with concern.

Oh shit how long have I not been paying attention

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m fine.” You shook your head to get rid of your self destructive thoughts.

No, things are different with Ben. This won't be the last time we see each other, I can feel it.

“You sure?” He asked, one hand on the back on your chair and the other now rubbing soothingly on your thigh. You smiled and placed your hand on top of his, giving it a squeeze.

“Yeah, I’m good. I promise. I think my hair is too tight.” You said and raised your arms to let it out of the bun. You pulled the hair tie and ran your fingers through your hair. You groaned as the tension in your head broke, relief washed over you. Because you put it up earlier when it was wet, it had dried in nice, flowing waves. You ran your hand though it a few more times before letting it settle over your shoulder. When your eyes landed on Ben again he was staring at you. A look of awe on his face. Now it was your turn to ask.

"You ok?" You asked with an amused smile.

"My god you are truly breathtaking." He breathed. It felt like the wind was knocked from you, hard to breath. Like when you were a kid roller skating and you fell on your bottom, your breath ripped from your lungs.

Well that’s different

You ducked your head, letting your hair fall over your face to hide your now red cheeks. Ben’s hand that was on the back of your chair moved to push your hair from your face and stayed on the slope of your neck.

“You don’t need to hide from me.” He said softly. The air in your small kitchen felt thick and heavy. The pull towards him that you were feeling all night was stronger now than ever. You heard the song switch over, ‘Movement by Hozier’. It only added to the charge in the room.

Perfect

His hand on your thigh moved just enough so the very tips of his fingers slid the tiniest bit under the hem of your dress. The heat from his hand spread though your entire body making you yearn for more of his touch. You pressed into his hand on your neck and he leaned forward. Your hand found its way to the back of his neck again, tangling in his hair and pulling him closer, pressing your foreheads together. His hand moved from your neck to your hair, mirroring you. His other hand moved again, now the entire length of his fingers under your dress. Your eyes slipped shut and you took a shaky breath, you moved to let your lips touch his just the slightest bit, barely touching.

“I don’t want you to think I do this all the time.” He whispered against your lips.

“I don’t.” You whispered back. He pressed the smallest kiss to your lips before returning to just resting there.

“There’s something different about you.” He confessed.

Are you a mind reader

“It’s just...it’s easy with you.”

Definitely a mind reader

“You feel it too right? Please don’t say it’s just me?” Even with your eyes closed you could tell he had a worried expression on his beautiful face. He knew just what to say to make any worries you had vanish in seconds.

“No, It’s not. I feel it too.” You felt his lips stretch into a smile before he finally pressed them to yours in a proper kiss. It was nothing like the kiss at your door, that was soft and gentle. Now it was hot, needy and a little rough. Knowing you both were on the same page had changed things, you didn't need to be so cautious and nervous anymore.

Both of your hands were in his hair, scratching his scalp and tugging at it gently only to be rewarded with the most amazing moans and groans from him. His hand moved from your hair down to your back pulling you closer to him, you would be flush against him if it wasn't for the angle you were sitting. His other hand moved to the inside of your thigh, gripping the soft flesh in his rough hand.

Come on just a bit higher

You're not sure how much time had passed but by the time he pulled away and moved to your neck, you were a panting mess. Your head was spinning as Ben nipped and kissed your neck, your breathing so uneven you could barely get any words together.

“Ben” You panted, he hummed against your skin in response but refused to detach himself. You moaned at the vibrations and you thought about how wonderful that would feel someplace else. Your hand tightened in his hair and he groaned, biting on your skin harder than before and tightening his grip on your thigh.

“Fuck, Ben.” He smirked against you and moved to your collarbone where he pressed soft kisses. The change helped to slow your breathing and stop your head from spinning so much. You tried to get his attention again.

“Ben” You managed to get out a whisper.

“What is it love?” He pulled back and looked into your eyes. They were just as stunning as the first time you saw them earlier that day. Same unplaceable green shade, only now much darker, filled with lust and desire. His face flushed and hair was a mess.

Fuck he is beautiful

“Bedroom?” You asked, hopeful. He smiled sweetly before pressing a kiss to your lips. He stood and held his hand out for you to take.

“Lead the way.” You stood on shaky legs and took his hand. You stumbled on the way to your room. Ben pressed himself fully against your back, his excitement for what was happening very evident. With his hands gripping your waist and his lips attached to your neck, you tried not to run into the door frame on your way into the room.

Once in your room Ben kicked his shoes off while continuing his endless stream of kisses and bites on your neck. He brushed your hair to one side and laid it over your shoulder, revealing your entire upper back to him. His hands gently touched and caressed the exposed skin everywhere he could. His lips flowing close behind, leaving soft kisses every place his hands touched.

Your skin was on fire, the wetness between your legs building with every press of his lips, a few more minutes and you'd feel it drip down your legs for sure. Ben moved his hands to the zipper on your dress and kissed his way to your ear.

"This okay?" He breathed and tugged on the zipper gently. You nodded, needing to feel his hands on your skin again. He slowly unzipped your dress, crouching to let his lips follow all the way to the end, at your lower back. When he stood again he brought his hands to your shoulders, gently pushing the straps down. You raised your arms, letting the dress drop to the floor and pool at your feet.

Your heart was racing as you stood there almost naked. Your nerves were skyrocketing. You closed your eyes and tried to steady your breathing. You felt Ben move from behind you to stand in front of you. His hand cupping the side of your face and his thumb running along your bottom lip.

"You alright my darling?" He asked gently. You took another deep breath and nodded, opening your eyes again.

"Nervous." You explained with a slight laugh. He chuckled and stepped in close.

"Don't be." He said. With his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes even darker than before, he let his eyes glace down to your body, drinking you in before meeting your gaze again.

"You're perfect."

Fuckin wet! My god I could probably cum from his voice alone.

He ran his hands over your now exposed sides and down to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You slid your hands under his opened button down and pushed it off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor with your dress.

Oh pin me to the wall with those arms!

You shift your hands down to his waist, letting them skim over his muscled arms on the way. You pulled the tank up over his toned stomach and chest, he raised his arms to let you remove it and it joined the pile on the floor. Your nails scratch gently down his chest, to his waist where you made quick work of removing his belt and pants. You rubbed over his bulge and he moaned, grabbing your face and pressing a searing kiss to your lips.

You continued to rub over him, feeling him grow harder as his tongue slid against yours. His hands moved from your face to your hair, he gripped a hand full and tugged gently. You hummed and squeezed him in your hand, he moaned and let one hand drop to your wrist, stopping you.

"Bed, now." He demanded, his eyes almost black, lips red and puffy and his breathing, much like yours was erratic.

Oh fuck, yes sir!

You jumped up on the bed, head propped up by the pillows. You let your eyes drift over his body as he stood by the side of the bed. He really was a sight. Every muscle sculpted to perfection, clear soft skin, you could go on for hours really. He looked at you with that small smirk of his that you were beginning to realise only came out when he was feeling a little brash.

“What’s that look for?”

“Just…” You let your eyes slowly rake over him again while you rubbed at your thighs. You licked your lips, making a show of it, before capturing the bottom one between your teeth.

“Admiring.” You finished in a sensual tone. He brushed a hand over his chest and stomach almost self-conscious or embarrassed before he joined you on the bed and crawled up your body until he reached your lips where he kissed you again. You let yourself melt into it, into him. Completely lost in the feel of his hands on your neck and face, the slick glide of his lips on yours. You didn't notice him maneuver himself so his leg was between yours until his knee was pressed hard against your center. You moaned loudly and grounded down against him. He moved his lips to your ear.

"That's it love, I wanna hear everything you've got." He whispered and moved his lips down, kissing over your collarbone to the tops of your breasts. His hands moved to your back, unclipped your bra and removed it completely. You sighed in relief, immediately followed by a moan as Ben took a nipple between his teeth. You arched into him suddenly desperate for more. Your hands flew to his hair as he started to suck.

“Oh fuck!” The feel of his tongue combined with the sensation of his sucking was driving you wild. You could feel your wetness start to soak through your underwear. He let his teeth scarpe over the sensitive bud before replacing his mouth with his hand and switching to the other. Your hands moved from his hair to his back where you ran your nails up and down. He dropped from his knees and rutted his hips against yours. His moan vibrated through your breast and over your entire body causing you to moan in turn. The pressure in your lower abdomen was growing at an alarming rate. The slick feeling between your legs almost like a slip and slide.

Christ am I about to cum from this alone!?

"Ben please….oh god...fuck Ben, stop stop! Please." He immediately stopped and looked up at you, worry etched in his features. You were sweaty and panting wildly, eyes screwed shut.

"Oh my god are you alright?"

Unable to form any words you nodded yes.

"Bad?" He asked fearfully.

"NO!" You shot up, eyes opened wide and almost headbutting him in the process.

Smooth

"Good! Very good, almost too good. “ You laid your head back down and closed your eyes again, trying to regain your breathing.

“I just...oh fuck, I just need a second. Holy fuck that has never happened to me before. This was all about to be over very quickly." You rambled. He threw his head back and laughed.

What I would give to make him laugh every day

"Oh, I like you." He sighed and moved his hand to gently caress over the side of your face. You cracked one eye open to look at him skeptically. A grin stretched across his face.

“What?” he chuckled. You closed your eyes again and made a face.

“I like you too.” You let out a squeak as he captured your lips with his once more. This kiss much like the one at the door, slow and sweet. You moaned, your hands sliding up and down his back encouragingly. He deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue against yours with such passion it caused you to buck your hips just slightly into his.

I never want this to end

Ben pulled away placing sweet pecks to your lips before pushing himself up to his knees again.

“Shall we pick up where we left off?” You chuckled and nodded.

“Let's just stay clear of this area for right now.” You said gesturing to your chest. He hummed and brought a hand to the side of your breast and massaged it gently. A shiver ran through your body and you clenched your legs together.

“Fine, but next time I’m going to worship your gorgeous body and I’m spending extra time up here.”

Next time? Does he really mean that or is he just saying it?

“Next time?”

“Next time.” He promised leaning down to kiss you once more before trailing down to your neck. You brought your hands up to tangle in his hair as he bit at a sensitive spot.

"Oh fuck." You sighed. He hummed in response and ran his tongue over the bite.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” He muttered into your skin, breathing in and taking in your scent. You shuddered at his words and whimpered when you raised your hips and was met with nothing as he hovered above you. He brought his lips up to your ear and took your lower lobe between his teeth. With one hand holding himself up he brought the other to the side of your neck. The heavy weight on your throat made your heart beat faster and your center throb. You covered his hand with yours and pressed, he got the hint instantly and tightened his grip. You moaned, bucking your hips again.

"Are you wet for me love?" He whispered, running his tongue along the shell of your ear. Unable to think clear enough to form words you nodded and whined.

"Use your words Y/N." His grip on your throat loosened and you took a deep breath before answering.

"Yes! So wet Ben, all for you." Your voice was hoarse. He smirked against your skin.

"That's my good girl." Your hand tightened in his hair at the praise. It was then you realized that you both still had your underwear on. That one final barrier keeping you from what you wanted.

"Ben... p-please." You pleaded. Desperate to get some friction, you rubbed your thighs together. Deciding to take some pity on you, he removed his hand from your throat and ran it down your body. Goosebumps followed in his wake, erupting over your skin. His hand slid between your legs and you gasped when it settled over your mound and the coolness of his fingertips touched the spot where you ached for him most.

You groaned and started to grind against his hand. His middle finger slipped under the cloth barrier and ever so slightly through your folds, gathering some of the wetness.

"Ben come on." You bucked your hips to meet his hand as he pulled it away.

"All in good time love" He said with a grin and brought his finger up to his lips. You watched with wide eyes as he pushed his finger into his mouth. His eyes slid shut and he moaned around his finger. You had enough of his teasing and decided to move things along a little faster. You sat up as best you could and flipped you both over. You settled on top, your legs straddling his waist.

“Damn” He sighed and looked up at you in awe. You smirked and began to grind against him. You could feel his hardness growing more under you. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you closer as his hips met yours. The friction of your underwear rubbing against you was just what you needed. Before you got too close you stopped to shimmy his boxers down his muscular thighs, groaning at the site of his large cock, red at the tip and leaking. You licked your lips unconsciously and took him in your hand, he gasped and pushed himself up on his elbows to kiss you again. Groaning as you pumped him, he moaned loudly when he looked down and saw your hand wrapped around him.

The pink color high on his cheeks and the darker red spreading from his neck down his chest spurred you on. Feeling neglected you brought one hand to the front of your underwear and began slowly rubbing your clit in a circular motion. Ben’s eyes moved from your hand on him to your hand on yourself. He licked his lips and groaned at the sight. He took hold of both your wrists, stopping your motions and quickly flipped you both back to your original position. His beautiful jade eyes, impossibly dark and his tongue darts out to lick his lips, like he’s about to eat a delicious treat. He leaned down placing his lips briefly on yours before making his way south, showering your stomach with warm and wet opened mouth kisses. Your heart beating fast as he brushes his nose over your underwear, right above your mound. Your breath hitched as he places a long and chaste kiss upon it.

“Ben” You warned, having had enough of his torment. He chucked and pressed another kiss to your clothed core.

“Alright love, no more teasing.” He hooked his fingers under the elastic of your underwear, dragging them down your legs quickly and tossing them over his shoulder. He pulled your legs apart to make room for himself before he laid down on his stomach and pulled you closer to him.

“Goddamm,” he breathed, softly moving his finger up and down your folds, “You really are wet for me aren't you, beautiful? Fuck” he curses under his breath. You moved your hands to his hair and gave it a hard tug. His eyes slid shut and he let out the most pornographic growl yet and rutted his hips against the bed. You loosened your grip and just rested your hands on his head. His eyes slowly opened and traveled up your body to meet yours. You raised a questioning eyebrow, his face was red and flushed.

“So I have a thing about hair pulling.” He confessed with a shy smile.

“I see that.” Your hands raked gently through his hair. He closed his eyes and hummed at the sensation. Without warning he threw your legs onto his shoulders and lowered his head. Your breath hitched before he’d even done anything making him chuckle between your thighs, his cool breath hitting your wetness. You gasped as his tongue pressed against your clit, swirling circles on the sensitive bud. His strong hand firmly on your hips, keeping you in place.

“Hummm,” the vibration makes your whole body tremble before Ben tilts his head to nibble softly at your inner tigh, “You taste fucking amazing,” he adds before diving back in. Relishing in the feeling of your hands in his hair, he moaned against you.

“Plea- Oh, fuck.” Your voice dies in a gasp and your back arches as he delves his tongue in, caressing your most sensitive parts and it feels soft and wet and silky. It tingles and you struggle to breathe as he meticulously swirls his tongue all over. You had never been so sensitive before, so responsive.

He definitely knows what he’s doing

You notice he ruts against the mattress every so often to get some relief for himself. You smirk and give his hair a light tug. He responds with a moan and a quick rut against the bed, as if it was a reflex. You wait a few seconds and try again, same response. You went back to gently raking your fingers through his hair while his tongue worked you over. Soon you feel the familiar knot in your stomach before he pulls back a little and presses his thumb against your clit. You gasp as the change in pressure and it's good but you miss the warmth of his tongue.

"Ben" you breathe, trying to tell him but the words die out. He's there with you and seems to know exactly what you need and he swirls his tongue around your clit and you’re there shockingly fast. You’re almost there… your head sinks into the mattress and you dig your fingers into his hair, your ribs moving fast unashamedly grinding on his face at the rhythm of your breathing and you’re fucking there-

"Ben, close, I'm- I'm close." He pulled away ever so slightly, talking against you.

"Go on love, i'm not stopping at just one" His skilled tongue goes back to working wonders, sending shocks of pleasure to your core, his face deep in you, moving up and down, side to side. You can’t take your eyes off of him as he grabs hold of your thighs, pulling you even closer and you grind your hips against his face, trying so desperately to rush your release, already excited at the promise of more. Your whole body reacts to the sensations, and you’re loud as you moan and gasp and he keeps your hips steady in his hold. He groans against your wetness as he wraps his lips around your clit and begins to suck. Your legs start to shake as a wave of pleasure overtakes your senses and renders you breathless. He continues to gently lick you through your orgasm, finally pulling away when your body goes slack.

“Fuck.” You breathed out. Ben propped himself back up on his elbows so he could see you properly. A satisfied smirk on his now glistening face.

“You ok love?” He asked and even though your eyes were shut you could tell he was smiling.

I can barely think let alone answer you right now

“Y/N?” He urged when you didn't answer.

Ughh, I’ve just been pleasured to the brink of comatose, just give me a second

You just barely lifted your hand to wave him off. He chucked. His fingers began to explore. Traveling up your inner thigh gently. His soft touch slowly brings you back down from your high. They reached your folds, the tip of his index finger ran gently up and down your wet opening. Your breathing began to pick up again and you left out a soft moan.

“Alright darling, i’ll make this one quick.” He sits up on his shins and slides two of his thick fingers into you and begins to thrust at a quick but gentle rhythm. In a matter of seconds you were back to a panting mess, clenching tight around his fingers. The sound of his digits inside you filled the room, making you moan louder than before. Ben curls his fingers, as if looking for something.

“Oh, shit,” you curse between harsh breaths when he finds the spot he’s been looking for. You’re a withering heep in no time, nothing but moans and mumbles of Ben over and over again.

“Go on, nice and loud for me good girl.” The praise drives you to let out the loudest moan yet followed by a yell of his name. His fingers rubbed mercilessly against that spot deep inside you, never letting up. The endless waves of pleasure washed over you bringing you close to tears. You were so close, only needing a little more.

“More.” You managed to get out, Ben knew exactly what you needed and brought his thumb to your clit, working on the sensitive nub with the sole mission to make you come. Your core tightens and tightens and you’re a wreck. You arch your back and his fingers continue to stroke and rub until you start to spasm into climax for the second time that night. He carefully removes his fingers as you settle back on the bed. Ben makes his way up the bed via a trail of soft kisses wherever he could reach, and settles down next to you. His lips find their way to your neck and up to your ear where he whispers.

“I have something to confess...about this morning.”

This morning?

“Huh?” You asked in a slight daze.

“At the office.” You could feel his smile against you.

Oh thats right you big dumb slut, you met this man TODAY! UGGHH It’s fine, IT’S FINE, it’s fine.

“Yeah” He propped himself up on one shoulder so he could look at you. You turned your head to look at him. His face was pink and still a bit glisteny from before. His hair, a mess with a single curl hanging over his forehead. His jade green eyes, a few shades darker but bright and shining. His smile, soft, almost shy.

Fuck me up, he is so beautiful

“I umm...i heard you.” His eyes met yours. It took you a minute to realize what he was talking about.

NO! Ok ok ok, it’s fine really. Ok. See what he actually heard.

“Umm, what uh. What are you talking about?” You tried to play it cool but there was no way he didn’t pick up on the panic in your voice and on your face. He laughed, his smile bright and shining.

“Yikes.” He answered.

Ok well that’s not that bad.

The moment flashed in your head.

**“Morgan, who am i talking to today?” You asked looking down at the papers in her hand.

“Uhh…” She flipped through the papers trying to find you an answer. She stopped on one page and read over it quickly before flipping to another until she found it.

“Wow okay, it’s..” She was cut off by the door opening and your boss walked it with the man you were about to interview.

“Oh Y/N perfect, this is Ben Hardy.” He said with a smile and you looked up from the papers to lock eyes with the beautiful blonde actor.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He said with a smile and stepped forward with his hand out to shake. His voice had a deep and creamy tone, it wrapped around you like a warm blanket, working its way under your skin where it wreaked havoc on your insides and stole your breath.

“Yikes.” You breathed you out just barely above a whisper. Morgan, standing that close, definitely heard you and her head snapped over to look at you stunned. You were never at a loss, this was really something. Your head was going a million miles a minute.**

“Also wet.” You grounded and he laughed again pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

**“Ready?” You asked Ben with a smile.

“Ready.” He answered and slid his phone back into his pocket. You watched as his eyes moved from the floor, over your body slowly and finally meeting your gaze where he licked his lips and pulled the bottom one between his teeth to bite on before letting it go and a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Wet”

“What?”

“What!”

“I thought you said something.” He said a hint of blush covering his cheeks.**

Your hands were now covering your red face. Ben's fingers moved to run through your hair, doing his best to reassure you.

“Don’t be embarrassed, sweets. I only had to go to the toilet because I was half hard. Honestly I was on my way to a full blown boner, I had to leave for a minute.” That made you feel a little better and you lowered your hands enough so you could just peek at him over the tips of your fingers.

“But then… I heard you and Morgan when I came back.”

“BENJAMIN!” You yelled and rolled over to hide your face in his chest. His laugh rang out in the room and he wrapped his arms around you.

**“Uggh stop please. I have never been so embarrassed. He’s so sweet and funny, and the way he talks. Not just the accent but the words he uses and how he carries himself. I just melt at the fuckin thought of him.”

“I wouldn’t be too embarrassed, he’s clearly into you as well.” She said and patted your knee.

“Yeah well if he is, he is doing a much better job of being subtle. I couldn't even tell you what some of his answers were. All I can think about when he talks is how amazing it would be to have him whisper into my neck all the dirty things he wants to do to me while his big strong hands run all over me.”

Morgan opened her mouth to say something but the sound of the door closing caught both of you off guard and you looked to see Ben standing by the now closed door.

“Everything alright ladies?” He asked with a smile and your entire body felt like it was on fire. You were sure your face was beat red.**

“Ok no more embarrassing Y/N! Bang time!” You pulled out of his arms and pushed him on his back.

“Bang time?” He laughed again. “We were just having a cute moment.”

“Yes, well cute moment over. Deal with it.” You said throwing a leg over him to straddle his waist. You leaned down, bringing your lips to his and chuckled through the kiss. His hand tangled in your hair while the other slid down to your hip and squeezed, encouraging you to move over him. You rocked your hips against him and in no time he was matching your rhythm. Your kisses grew messy to the point where you were just panting against each other's mouths. You stopped your hips and gave him a proper kiss before you sat up and began to grind against him again.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned at the new position. His hard cock was lined up with you perfectly, everything slick and hot. Ben's strong hands moved to run up and down your thighs, gripping them tightly along the way.

“My god you are so fuckin’ beautiful.” He moaned. You looked down and saw his bright red face, neck and chest. His hair, a sweaty disheveled mess. You smiled and winked at him.

“Uggh Y/N please! You’re killin me.” He begged with a wide smile. You knew exactly what he wanted. You laughed, slowed your hips and gestured to the bedside table.

“Top drawer blondie”

“Yes!” He cheered and reached back to dig in your drawer.

I love that I can laugh with you

With a triumphant smile on his face he handed you the foil packet and you placed it on him. You leaned forward and placed a kiss on his lips before you sat back and lowered yourself onto him. As he slid inside you slowly, you felt every inch of him until he was completely inside you.

“Fuckin hell.” He shuddered out, his hand laid gently on your hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles. You hummed and slowly began to rock back and forth. Once you adjusted to him, he grabbed your hips and started moving you on top of him. You placed your hands on his chest to keep yourself balanced as he gathered speed and power. Soon you were bouncing with the force of his thrusts. Your thighs were burning from trying to stay up.

“Ben.” You gasped.

“Tired?” He asked. Of course he knew, you nodded. He slowed his thrusts and pulled you down so you were flushed against him. He wrapped his strong arms around you and without separating flipped you over. Your legs almost shook with relief.

“You need a minute?” He asked, still holding you close. You took a couple deep breaths before answering.

“Hell no” He laughed and pressed a kiss to your lips.

“That’s my girl.” He winked and with a groan, he sat up and pulled your tired legs up and over his shoulders pushing himself inside deeper. The new angle had his tip pressed up against that perfect spot. It took you by surprise causing your eyes to fly open and your wall clench around him. He let out a low, long grown and hung his head.

“This is going to be over very quickly.” He confessed.

“Then make it rough.” He raised his eyebrows in surprise. It surprised you too but you didn’t regret it.

“Yeah?” He asked, wanting to make sure that’s what you really wanted.

“Give me what you got, lover boy.” He laughed and shook his head.

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He placed a soft kiss to the inside of your knee before he started his thrusts again. He built up a good rhythm and then with all his strength pounded into you.

“Fuck yeah” You moaned and had to place your hands agint the headboard to keep from banging your head on it with how hard he was going. His strong hands gripped tight on your hips, holding you as close as possible. You were certain you would have bruises in the morning.

You could feel your core tightening again, signaling you were close to finishing.

“Ben...close” You managed to get out between breaths.

“I’m right there with you love.” He said not letting up on his thrusts. Feeling the coil tighten in your stomach, the sweat beading on your forehead, the air in the room thick and hot, making it hard to breath, you finally released with a shout of his name. Ben soon finished after you continued riding out your high. He gently pulled out and lowered your legs. He cleaned himself and you up with his discarded tank top before laying down next to you to catch his breath. After a few minutes of the two of you just laying their regrouping he spoke quietly while looking up to the ceiling.

“I uhh… also heard you and Morgan before I came into your office.”

** You went back to your office where Morgan was waiting for you.

“Oh my god pleeease tell me something happened after I left.” She begged the second you walked in the door. You laughed and shook your head.

“Seriously!” She groaned.

“I mean, I thought maybe he was going to say something but Max came in and took him to his office."

"Ugh that sucks. I thought for sure he was gonna ask you out or at least throw you up against the wall and make sweet, passionate love to you."

"Morgan!"

"What!?" She laughed and you cracked a smile. You really would be lost without her.

"Knock knock." Both you and Morgan jumped, her knocking the phone off your desk in the process, and turned to your open door to see Ben.**

“MORTIFIED!” You yelled with a laugh and rolled over to kiss him.

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I love him in a way I never felt for anyone when I look at him it just blows my mind away I wonder if there's anyone more beautiful in whole world and I know even if I searched the whole world no one else can be more beautiful I know its my love which is making him special but can't help this I have never found any man more beautiful than him maybe I never truly loved anyone I write poems about him when I think of him poetry just flows from my pen it was him definitely who made me fall in love with I said I'm not ready I'm scared he kept showing me that how much he loves me for literally more than 8 months so I also fell in love with him too he showed me how much he loves and used to say that there's no one else that make him feel the way I do but I wonder why his love changed he wouldn't reply for two weeks saying he was busy he started reacting in anger over things instead of understanding he wouldn't listen to me instead of solving the problem his behavior made me worried I asked my friend to check him I was worried he isn't being sincere with me and he starred melting for her even just in 2 days and said to her I love you and all while he was talking to me he said her that I'm so happy I found you I wonder if he was fooling me or her whatever this thing made me so disgusted with him but I still can't help and get rid of his love I feel so bad about myself because I'm the kind of girl who has ignored guys all her life and only had a reserved nature stern nature I never had any male friends and didn't even talk to guys in my class I always had stern nature while talking just work related as our religion says but I wonder why I'm head over heals love in him when he doesn't has any qualities I wanted in my man I said why are you searching clues for fight he got mad over it and said its all in your brain and it will never change I asked so many sorry's and I said I will never do this again we will sort things and when you're angry I won't react back etc you shouldn't just go over this argument it was always me saying him sorry's mostly over arguments and avoided arguments in all costs but he blocked me I messaged him from other accounts telling him how much he mean to me how much I love him how much there can be no one else and I can't marry anyone else I told him how much he means to me sending very very long paragraphs but he didn't reply and just blocked me from every where I know he isn't treating me right but I feeeeel so in love with him even I had the option to choose anyone from world I would choose him over and over again and I wish that he realizes what he lost and comes back because I feel there's no one else that can love her the way I do I could be just sitting there just looking at him and nothing in the whole world would amuse me more than that just being with him is enough to make me happy should I pray that he comes back and love me rightly because I'm sure he will realize one day that no other women can forgive love and tolerate him the way I can shohld I pray that he comes back or forget him I feel so confused and lost.

I understand and this happens. And im sorry for what you have been through. You know people are difficult to understand. Sometimes they pretend that they love you and it is just to fill the void and they do everything to impress you and make you understand that they are worth trusting but they are just having fun with your feelings and sometimes they really do love you and you know the rest if someone really wants to stay with you. as you mentioned about your friend that he said he loved her. So you better come back to your senses because it wasn’t really love what he is doing. Its more of a game that hes been playing. Because when someone likes you for who you are then there shouldn’t be any reason to avoid you.

Its not good for your mental health to think about a person who doesn’t even want to see your messages. It was never love that 8 months. They were prolly using you as a back up and i know its hurtful but you gotta understand how the world has become.

You into someone and that someone is into someone else . And loyalty lies nowhere. What you can do is make dua for not falling into these traps. Because you have a heart and when it’s hurt then you can't take it. Just make Dua for the betterment of yourself.

Try forgetting him because he was nothing but a passing cloud and its not possible for you to stop him and make him love you back.

And you dont have to be sorry to him for anything because when you say sorry then you will lose him even more… and its because he gets strong and makes you look like you are at fault from the very beginning.

In your life some things are not meant to happen…

No matter how hard you try. There is always a big NEVER waiting for you.

May Allah bless you with a pious spouse who will love you unconditionally.

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Pairing: Im Jaebeom x male reader

Genre: angst

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[I am always drowned in the thoughts of you. I get exhausted from crying, but I look for traces of you again...]

The patter of the rain hitting the window has been the only thing that has set the gloomy place for the last couple of hours.

The catheter placed with an uncomfortable sticky tape on the back of your hand feels heavier and heavier. Your eyelids shutting even when you try to keep them open. You're tired despite only spending all the time laying on that stretcher.

Some nurses come from time to time to make sure you're comfortable and you only nod tightly to the questions they make; a routine that you don't have the energy to hate.

Of course, not all days are like this. Sometimes you wake up in a good mood and the personnel would take you out to the small garden behind the hospital, pulling your wheelchair since you're still weak, but it is still something. You would smile and take the sun on good days like those, and if a familiar visited, they would bring you your painting tools for you to clear your head and have a good time.

But you haven't had good days, lately.

Your friends called you constantly and, when you had enough energy to respond, you tried to put your best smile for them.

You didn't see it as a bad thing, though. They didn't need to know that you were going through thick.

But there was someone you couldn't lie to.

"The receptionist told me 'You can see your fiancé now.'" Jaebeom says as he walks towards you, placing a cute bouquet of flowers on the small table next to you. He looks stunning and always walks in with the hugest smile on his face to greet you. Probably to lift up your mood, too. "Was that an insinuation?"

You can't help but giggle at that, "Maybe. But also they wouldn't let you in if I said you were only my boyfriend. And I don't want to keep this lie."

"Then I better hurry up, right?" He smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead and dragging the chair next to you, taking seat as he grabs your hand tightly. "As soon as you are discharged, I'll put a ring on your finger. I promise."

You keep the big smile to him and cup his cheek with your free hand, being careful because of the catheter. "I've missed you."

"I've missed you so much more," He murmurs. His semblance suddenly changing. "We've been really busy with the tour now that it is starting soon, I'm sorry. I wish I could see you everyday."

"It's okay, love. I understand."

A silence sets in after that. Jaebeom closes his eyes and enjoys your touch for a moment while you observe him in detail; every mole, every mark on his skin, his warm breath against your wrist and his grip on your hand, as if he would never want to let you go.

When he opens his eyes again they're full of tears. You don't even recall when was the last time you've seen him cry.

"Why are you crying? What's wrong?" You ask, sliding your thumb across his cheek to erase every trace of tears falling down.

"I'm sorry," Jaebeom softly whispers. "I hate that I can't do anything else for you."

You sigh, bringing him closer and moving a little, making a space for him to cuddle with you. "Come here. Don't cry."

He does as told, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, calming his nervousness with heavy breaths. It breaks your heart to see him like this.

Your boyfriend gets to calm himself as minutes pass by, with the help of your hand tracing circles on his back, and sweet words whispered to his ears.

You two get to talk properly afterwards, telling each other about how your days have been, although Jeobeom did most of the talk and you only listened, occasionally commenting about it and also asking about your friends.

"As usual, the boys send you greetings and hugs, but only I get to do that, right?" He chuckles, kissing your forehead for the nth time and making you blush. "They might even pop up at the videocall tonight since we'll be rehearsing."

"That's good, don't tell them I said this, but I actually miss seeing their faces and hearing their voices everyday."

Jaebeom laughs at that. "No wonder why I see Bambam sending you voice notes all the time."

A nurse comes back a moment later to let you know that the visiting hours is now over, so Jaebeom stands up and kisses you goodbye, "Don't forget that-"

"-we have a date. For dinner at half past eight. As we do almost every night. Of course I won't forget."

He smiles at you and kisses you again. "And that I love you."

"I love you too." You murmur with a smile and see him walk out of the room.

The nurse changes the serum, as usual, and you only stare at her, not knowing if you should ask...

"Is everything alright, ____?" She asks.

You've known her for a while now, it's almost as if you two were friends, but still, you were still undecided about something that has been in the back of your head for a couple of days.

"Noona, could you do something for me?"

GOT7's tour was about to kick off two weeks after that visit, although it wasn't the last one. Jaebeom did make sure to visit you whenever he could; after rehearsing or even skipping his time to have meals to rush in to the hospital -thing that you obviously scolded him for, but he promised he would get something in his way back-. He also made sure to show you clips of the rehearsals and some videos with messages from the boys for you, which you truly loved.

However, even if that lifted your spirits, it wasn't enough to make you feel better from the terrible days you've had. Not only you couldn't move and hang out as you did weeks ago, but you were feeling so weak that most of the time you would spend it sleeping. In one of Jaebeom's visit you two were talking until you fell asleep, and next thing you know he was saying goodbye again with a worried expression on his face.

And the worst thing is that you didn't have to be a genius to know the reason why. The disguised words you heard from your doctor were enough confirmation for you to know what was about to come.

And you definitely weren't ready for it.

"So? You got good news for me?" You ask the nurse once you see her entering the room.

She tilts her head and sees the hope shining in your eyes, despite looking so small and weak. "Yes. I talked with the doctors and they gave the authorization."

And that was enough for you to feel happy for the rest of the day.

"Are you sure you are okay?"

Unlike other days, today you have woken up happy and eager to go out. You suppose it is normal because you have anxiously waited for this day to come

You nod as an answer and the nurses carefully help you to get ready.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. You weren't even sure how did the idea come to mind, but you were really determined to do it. And as you get in the van, you quickly send a message to Jinyoung to let him know that you were on your way there.

You've thoroughly planned all this; after all, it was a surprise for Jaebeom.

Of course he couldn't believe his eyes. He froze in his place while the boys almost ran to hug you; Jinyoung pushing the chair behind you and telling them to be careful, but you were too happy to even care about the bone crushing hugs you were receiving. It was all you wanted.

Jaebeom walks slowly to you and gives you a hug when they're done, letting out a sigh he didn't even know he was holding.

"Really? H-how did you even- Are you okay?" He asks, concerned, to which you laugh and nod.

"I'm good, hyungie. The doctor allowed it and I've been wanting to see you out of the hospital." You murmur, holding his hands. "And what kind of boyfriend and ahgase I'd be if I didn't attend your first concert of this new tour?"

They all seem very happy because they haven't seen you in a long time, so it's not surprising that everyone is around you all the time in backstage, asking you lots of questions and updating you on everything that happened since the last time they saw you, although no big news since you're used to chat and videocall them quite often.

While they are fascinated to have you there, Jaebeom seems to be more quiet and with a worried expression, indecipherable. You wonder if he knows or at least suspects about the reason behind it.

The concert finally starts and after more worried looks from your boyfriend, you decide to see from the first row the entire show. Even Yugyeom got you a lightstick for you to cheer them up, and Jaebeom stressed that whatever you needed you could ask anyone from the staff.

It goes pretty well, and you didn't feel uncomfortable or bad at all, but that didn't stop your boyfriend from making sure you were indeed okay every time he could; approaching the side of the stage right where you stayed and nodding in your direction from time to time, and the fans close to you were respectful and careful with your space.

Jaebeom gets somewhat sentimental while performing some songs, and when he stares back at you, you know it. He knows it.

So the first thing he does when the concert is over and gets to backstage is kneel in front of you and cry on your lap.

The boys don't understand the situation, but they leave you two alone for a moment, thinking that maybe their leader was too emotional tonight.

"What are you hiding from me? What have the doctors said?" He gets to babble while the tears are covering his face.

You're hurt from seeing him crumble like this in front of you, so you cry too, holding his hands and tracing circles on their back, trying to calm him down.

"Nothing you don't already know," You say. "You've seen me. I'm not doing well, and... I just had this feeling, I had to see you again, one last t-"

"No." He stops you. The lump on his throat making it harder to speak. "Don't say that. Please."

"Hyung, I'm sorry." You murmur, now caressing his back and placing a kiss on his head. "Please forgive me."

Before going back to the hospital, you say goodbye to your friends, who seem to now be understanding of the situation, but being too shocked to even say anything about it. They hug you more and try to lift the mood making lighthearted jokes that genuinely make you laugh.

Jaebeom doesn't want to separate from you anytime; he's either holding your hand or leaving kisses all over your face, letting you sleep on over his chest on your way back and whispering words to your ears.

"I'll come to see you again later today, alright?" He promises as you lay on the bed and get comfortable. "Sleep for now. I'll be here when you wake up."

He kisses you with so much love, not knowing it was the last time he would do it.

He didn't expect to receive that heartbreaking call that soon.

Just when he was getting ready to see you, he received the news, and he couldn't stop crying and shaking for a long moment. His friends were there, trying to calm him and themselves down; hurt by hearing they've just lost you and feeling so wrecked and weak.

Naturally, the next shows were postponed, which raised suspicions and fear among the fans, who saw you just a few hours ago.

Jaebeom has never felt this empty and pained.

A part of him ruthlessly ripped away.

He can’t believe it,

That when he opens his eyes you won't be next to him.

Even if those memories make it hard on him,

It’s on his head again.

Even if he clears out all those memories,

He will always be drowned in the thoughts of you.

#kpop x male reader #kpop imagines #kpop x reader #got7 x male reader #requested #got7 male reader #drabbles #got7 scenarios #jaebeom #jaebeom x male reader #jaebeom x reader

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oikawaplssteponme · 3 years

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a/n: this is pure word vomit. unfortunately this little post doesn’t mean im back for good. i use writing to cope and i figured id share in case someone else is dealing with something similar. enjoy xx

“are you staying over again tonight?” he asked.

you looked up from the ground to his tall stature. the sun shone behind him, casting a shadow to surround the both of you. you nodded.

“yeah, i think so.”

he smiled. atsumu bent down, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“i’ll see you later then.”

he proceeded to walk back inside of his apartment building, leaving you alone outside. you stood frozen, still trying to wrap your head around his kind gesture. was it just him being nice? or was there something else?

you sighed, siting in the drivers seat of your car. you rested your head on the steering wheel.

“what on earth have i gotten myself into?”

you heard the car door open and looked over to the passenger seat.

“sorry i took so long! osamu wouldn’t let me leave,” giggled your friend. you smiled.

“it’s okay. let just go home.”

•

you splashed cold water onto your face, hoping to wake yourself up after a long night. you wiped off all your leftover makeup and patted your face dry with a towel.

“im ready to head back over when you are!” shouted your friend from the other room. you looked into the mirror and took a deep breath.

“yeah, just let me change.”

you knew you would be spending a lot of time over at the miya’s. after all, your best friend was dating osamu and you didn’t mind third wheeling. the two brothers lived together, so it was only fitting that while osamu was with your friend, you would be with atsumu.

the four of you got along, which helped. last night was filled with laughter and jokes, all of you enjoying each other’s company. but when osamu stated that he wanted some alone time, you found yourself alone with atsumu. which was fine, you honestly wanted that. you just knew it wasn’t a good idea.

you sat on his bed as he fidgeted with his tv. it was silent, aside from the bed creaking in the room next door. atsumu sat down beside you, close to you. he clicked a show for you to watch, though you both knew you wouldn’t be paying much attention to it.

“mind if i borrow this?” you asked, holding up a shirt that belonged to your friend. they nodded.

“not at all. ready to go?”

the two of you made your way back to your car. the sun was already setting, as you had wasted most of the day. you turned on the engine and drove back to the miya’s apartment.

the events of last night played in your mind on a loop as you drove to where they occurred. would they happen again tonight? you weren’t sure. you honestly hoped that they would, as much as you knew you shouldn’t. you knew you’d just get hurt in the end.

you pulled into the familiar parking spot and saw that osamu was already outside.

“hey baby-”

your friend practically jumped osamu, causing you to chuckle. the three of you went inside.

“ ‘tsumu is just in the shower. he’ll be out soon.” explained osamu. you nodded. you sat down on the living room couch as you heard the door to osamu’s room shut.

“oh hey.”

you looked up at atsumu. his towel hung low on his waist and his hair dripped from the shower water. he smiled at you.

“hi.”

“why are you out here by yourself? come on.” he waved you over, prompting you up from the couch. you walked into his room, sitting down exactly where you had sat the night before.

atsumu rummaged through his drawers, picking out his clothes. he soon repeated the actions of last night.

he sat down, closely next to you. he selected the same show you had started, still having no clue what it was about.

before you knew it, you found your head resting on his chest, his arm around you.

before you knew it, your lips were locked with his, his hands under your shirt.

•

he snores.

that’s something you’ll never forget.

he tosses and turns a lot.

he can never really fall back to sleep until his chest is pressed onto your back, his arm keeping you glued to him.

you were wide awake however, too anxious to sleep.

you could feel his soft breath against the back of your neck. it honestly brought you peace. you could get used to this. waking up in his arms, in his t-shirt, under his covers. you wished it could stay like this, this perfect fantasy in your head.

but this was reality.

the reality was that atsumu miya was using you.

the reality was that you were okay with that.

because being used meant that they needed you in the first place.

right?

“psst! y/n! are you awake?”

you recognized your friend’s voice from outside of the bedroom. you sat up, stretching your arms up.

“yeah i am,” you yawned. they turned the doorknob, revealing themself and osamu.

“we gotta go soon.”

you nodded. atsumu sat up now too.

“hey when is kira coming over?” asked osamu. atsumu scratched the back of his head.

“uh maybe around three? ive gotta clean this place up before she gets here,” he explained.

“who’s kira?” you asked.

“my ex.”

you really didn’t have a right to be upset. anyway, atsumu can do what he wants, he doesn’t owe you anything. he has every right to have his ex come over and spend the night in the same bed where you now laid.

“once i find my clothes we can leave.”

you unlocked your car and placed your hand on the door handle.

“wait, y/n-”

atsumu tapped your shoulder. you turned around to face him. he smiled.

“i’ll see you later, okay?”

you knew you would, which was the worst part. you would have to see him again and again. you would see him and try to keep a distance away, hoping that would stop you from falling deeper.

“yeah.”

atsumu placed his hand under your chin, and kissed you. he then slowly walked back inside.

you hated how you were completely wrapped around his finger. you knew he didn’t give a damn about you, not in the way you wanted him too. he could make your heart flutter and make your heart break all at the same time. it was excruciating.

was he using you to get over his ex? probably.

was he unaware of this? certainly.

were you going to think about him for the weeks to come? definitely.

were you going to cry over him, curse out his name for hurting you without realizing it? of course.

would you be back at his place within a few days to do it all over again and leave devastated? undoubtedly.

you drove home, his taste still lingering on your tongue. you friend blabbed on about osamu, though you don’t remember a word they said. you simply drove home.

what bothered you most was his actions. how he held your hand in public, complimented you, paid for your dinner, did all the things someone who liked you would do.

what you didn’t know as you drove home was that in the days to come, while you were miserable, he would text you. he would explain to you that it was simply his nature, and that he apologized for leading you on.

being the kind soul you are, you would forgive miya atsumu.

you would forgive him for keeping you up at night. you would forgive him for ruining your mascara from crying it off. you would forgive him for the marks on your neck that wouldn’t fade no matter how much color corrector you put in them. you would forgive him for the self doubt that now consumed you.

that’s just the kind of person you are.

sometimes it’s nice to be used, because being used meant that they needed you in the first place.

right?

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windebris · 3 years

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roman: princy or princess?

ok i know the title sounds like crack, but hear me out:

Roman’s whole deal is being a prince. Hes got the costume, he plays up the gimmick, he even has a fricking sword. We know this, we’ve seen the ups and downs of this in the series, and we know the black and white, prince vs evil mentality is about to explode in everyone’s face (more so than it already has, that is) because who everyone expects/wants him to be doesnt line up with his real self, and he’s still not at the point of truly accepting himself for who he isnt (a cookie cutter, perfect prince) and is (a mess) (via @beauty-and-passion bc i love their analyses so fricking much), but we’ll come back to that

Roman’s primary inspiration (via c! thomas’ perception) is disney princes, so lets take a look at their usual jobs in the films.

Vanquish evil

Advocate true love

simple enough, right? just like roman, at first it seems that way. Im sure at the beginning of sanders sides we all thought he would be a showy, pretty boy prince who wanted thomas to be ‘good’. Because princes always get rid of the evil in the end, right?

but we know how thats worked out for roman. Mean to virgil, backfired awfully. Condemned janus, everyone’s against roman now. Separate from remus, it came back to bite thomas. And it was fine, roman would have put up with anything so long as it only hurt him, but because thomas got hurt everything is worse. (of course, this is the case with janus too, but i’ll come back to that)

everyone knows by now that there’s going to be a reckoning next episode. We’ve seen thomas costumed as remus, so he’s gonna be in there. Roman had a breakdown last ep, backed into a corner and a confrontation, so if he isnt there when his twin is i am going to riot. Janus is definitely going to be there bc the last ep saw jan fINALLY being accepted (also a part of that confrontation), and i’m just dying to know where virgil has been as well so he might also show up. The whole gang’s gonna see what chaos goes down if patton even sneezes in their general direction

where was i going with this, i had a point

RIGHT

So vanquish evil has failed every which way for roman. Whats left? True love. Now, in most films this refers to a princess, but i think roman’s focus always has been and always will be thomas. He was heartbroken when the whole ‘thomas was lying about roman being his hero’ (or at least roman interpreted janus’ nod that way), his whole theme is because thomas needed a prince to save him from the ‘bad thoughts’ ie remus (which is irrelevant to my point so we dont have time to unpack all that rn- /ref)

But because he failed to vanquish evil the ‘right’ way (even though literally everything patton ever said led him to believe he was doing the right thing-), he’s failed to show thomas the ‘true love’, hence he is no longer thomas’ hero. No longer his prince.

whaBAM, entire basis of his identity no longer exists

So what’s left?

disney is still there, its a core part of roman and no amount of anguish will lessen that it was a core part of c! thomas’ creative development

on that note, roman still has to be his core functions. creativity, passion, ego, hopes, dreams, etc

Thinking on it though, none of those ever fit neatly into the prince persona in the first place. A prince is there to serve his ‘kingdom’ (ie the sides + thomas) and to complete the above values, not to be an artist or performer or any of the things thomas dreams of. And there is no room for passion or ego in the life of a prince because he is always looking out for his people (what should be the others’ job). Which begs the question: why was roman a prince in the first place?

The obvious answer goes back to disney being c!thomas’ first forays into storytelling. the princes were perfect examples of ‘goodness’, which as we know is key to what thomas pre-the newer episodes wanted to be, and existing already in familiar stories with killer songs to match, it was an ideal match for a ‘good’ creativity

But deeper than that, i think roman is a prince because thomas needed a placeholder to be his protector. He wasnt yet aware of janus (the metaphorical protector, saving thomas from what he wasnt yet ready for), lying to himself about the dark other sides altogether, and virgil was too busy playing the ‘bad guy’ at the beginning to show his true colors (looking out for thomas is virgil’s purpose, as we now know), but back then? Roman was the one barricading virgil the most, ‘protecting’ thomas from his influence

Therefore! The reason roman was the prince was to ‘save’ thomas from the others, and unconsciously, the ‘dark creativity’. Without the ‘prince,’ thomas would have accepted the darkness all to easily (from roman’s perspective, which once again goes into the subconscious protecting from remus’ stuff)

But, returning to the point (i keep getting off track lol), now the prince is gone. He’s failed in his pursuits, there is nothing else to protect from (ignoring orange), he isnt thomas’ hero

I think, bear with me, he’s going to become more of a princess now.

✨metaphorically✨

Princes, in the typical disney movie, are black and white. Theyre either good (eric, phillip, etc) or bad (see hans). Fight evil, get the girl love interest, live happily ever after, or… dont.

Living happily ever after by fighting evil has gotten roman absolutely nowhere; in fact, it got him ostracized and rethinking his entire self concept, so thats not an option now.

princesses, on the other hand, have gone through a fricking renaissance. Where they used to be as black and white as princes minus the possibly-evil bit and delicate as flowers, now they can be hard-working, law-breaking, dream-chasing, yet still people-saving girlbosses, which is essentially roman on a can label.

im mixing my metaphors, but what roman really, truly needs right now is that metamorphosis. He’s crumbling under the pressure his prince persona puts on him (ha, alliteration). Thomas’ moral dilemma is making his two creativities split at the seams even more than they already have, because if morality is such a spectrum, then why is his creativity so seemingly (forgive the overuse of this phrase) black and white?

If roman could shed the princeliness and take in more princess qualities (ie a certain disregard for the rules, doing whats right [for thomas, that is, which is being himself {a theme in many princess-centric films} despite expectations] by ignoring pre-set rules and expectations), he’d be so much healthier in the long run

Thats not to say he should be a princess aesthetically. Dude said himself- he is a manly man who is manly, but the free spirit so many disney princesses seem to envelop could better not only roman, but thomas

this way, roman doesnt *have* to be perfect to be ‘good’ (something thomas still values, but in a different way now as we see in SvS redux). He can be his truest self (ego, passion, dreams and all) without contradicting who thomas sees roman as. He can go back to being his hero, if he wishes -- just in a new way

Because all the things that dont fit into being a prince fit perfectly into princesses (and he still gets to keep the innate disney-ness for the aesthetic)

#sanders sides #character analysis #roman sanders #ts roman #i spent an hour on this #what am i doing with my life #my dinners gone cold bc i was too intrigued #i dont regret it tho XD #prose by ani #ani rambles #i think it fits in both categories

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The cloud that erupted from your lips vanished into thin air, reminding you of the man who used to fan the smoke away from his reach. Now the spot next to you was empty, no one was complaining and no one was bugging you about being unhealthy. The thick joint was pressed between your lips once again, sucking the poison into your lungs. The relaxing plant infected your system and everything slowed down. The stars swimming above you dripped into the moon that was filled to the brim. You finished the joint, leaning back with a heart that was aching. Moving around you found the position that allowed your heavy heart some rest, your phone was out of reach and you were too lazy to retrieve it. You wanted to shoot him a text tho, telling him all the words he never got to hear.

Instead you lay there, images burning behind closed eyes. Images of his green forrest eyes that disappeared when his laughter erupted, how you would kill to hear that laugh again. The feeling of the vibration through his chest as he sung you a new tune. How he used to look at you, eyes searching for inspiration and the look in them the second he found it. Being his muse had been the greatest achievement of your life. Your favorite memory was from the frosty night in December only five moths prior, ditching a party the two of you had ventured off into the night. He had held you close when you arrived at your shared home, bodies moving in sync, the rhythm you fell into in the bed had been steady and slow. Intimate love making till dawn. Your bodies not craving sleep, instead you had moved to the patio. His large body had been pressed firmly against the lounge couch and he had pulled you against him. Limbs draped over each other's and low voices filling the air with words of adoration. The conversation following the flow of the wind, the chilly morning offering you an excuse to snuggle closer to your love. He had happily accepted the closeness, and soon series of laughter had erupted into the slow morning. Just the two of you, bodies pressed together and love flowing freely.

You mind had turned off to the memory of him, and next thing you knew you woke up in your lonely bed. It had never felt so big when Michael had been taking up half of it. The empty room taunting you and the long halls hunting the memories that was made here away. As days fell into night and night turned into days your speckle off hope had vanished. The hope of feeling his body once more, his lips on yours and his voice rumbling against your skins. Instead you tugged away your emotions everyday walking through life as someone else, and only allowing the emotions to take over at night. Most nights your mind raced to the loving memories, but some nights it was the burning memories of pain the pressed into your head.

Dating Michael had been fun and easy, when he asked you to build a home with him you had been ecstatic. Slowly reality dawned on you, the rockstar lifestyle being far away from the life you wished to led. His drinking turned into situations that was hurtful, a large number of girls pressing on. Wishing to enter your relationship, you begging him to change every night when he would stumble through the door.

The last time you saw him stung in the back of your mind. Just mere hours after you had told him that he had to stop with the excessive amount of alcohol and he has kissed you with a promise of doing better. You were fuming when you heard him fumbling with the front door, the creaking of the door setting you completely off. With steam clouding your mind you had entered the entrance and he had shot you a short smile. As he came close the words that left his mouth dragged your breath away, leaving your body defenseless "I though you were out with us? Who was the girl I kissed than?" He carelessly moved through your house towards the bedroom. Tears drawing pathways down your cheeks and hiccups threatening to spill passed your lips. You stayed up all night, waiting for him to sober up. Every minute of the night was spent considering the conversation of tomorrow. When he was clear in his head, he yelled out for you, his words bouncing of the walls. Your fragile body towering over him, and your voice anything but fragile. He was shunned from the house, leaving in a hurry as you yelled out your pain. Months passed where you awaited his next move, silently hoping that he would beg for you to forgive him. Instead you got nothing. His stuff was still where he left them except from his guitars. And you knew everything but his guitars was replaceable. When Calum had turned up at your door with a sorrowful painted across his face you knew he was there to pick them up. It hurt every time you glanced at the empty room having yet to entered it, dust was covering the corners and slowly tugging the room into a dull forgotten memory.

Your high ponytail was swinging from side to side as you strutted down the sidewalk. The pep in your steps were just a reminded to yourself that you had the power to move on. When you spotted him at your favorite coffee shop, your steps came to a halt. His eyes meet yours long before yours meet his. He saw you and froze. Your smile telling him that you were doing good but your eyes spilling your secret. Awkwardly you walked over to him "hi stranger" your voice was a pitch higher than usual and you mentally scolded yourself for the preppy outburst. His voice was darker than you remembered but the impact of his words stronger than you expected "Hi. How are you?" The concentration on your face told him that you were trying your best to stay cool "I'm good , yeah very good. What about you?" The forced smile made his heart ache and his guards grow weaker. "Im glad you are doing good y/n. Im getting through day by day. 4 months sober yesterday" His voice grew with pride as he told you about his sobriety, and his smile grew even larger as he saw the proud look on your face. Without thinking twice you leaped into his arms, hugging him tightly against yourself "Im so proud of you Micky." Your cheeks grew red as you realized that this wasn't what was normal for you to do anymore. The break up meant that you had to sacrifice being close to him and just watch his life from afar. You knew he was sober, his instagram had told you so. But to hear the words leave his mouth made you ache with pride. When he felt you draw back he pulled you into himself again, not ready to let you slide through his fingers once more. Your smell was filling his nostrils and he wanted to keep you wrapped in his arms forever. When he let go of your body, you stumbled back and took him in. He looked better than ever, more fit and more alive. The silence laid as a blanket making the air hot and thick and just as you were about to say your byes he spoke up "Do you wanna catch up some day? maybe drink a cup of coffee?" you smiled shyly at him, and the fact that he had cheated on you was forgotten, "Yeah I would like that." Just like that you had a date with him, your body felt like yours for the first time in months and the pep in your step were no longer forced.

The knock at your door alerted you that he had arrived. You opened the door and smiled at him a laugh followed shortly behind "Quite weird having you knocking on your own door" he smiled back at you before he spoke "Thats ok, you look absolutely beautiful love" he handed you the flowers in his hand and you felt oddly embarrassed, such gestures never fell naturally to Michael. More a man of words he would praise you, shower you in physical affection but stray away from gifts. The ride in his car was longer than you remembered it, the small drops of sweat that was collecting at Michaels hairline let you know that you weren't alone with the crippling feeling of anxiety that started to form the second you woke up. His hands were both clutched to the steering wheel and as he turned into the coffee shop your stomach turned with anticipation. "I was thinking we could do to go? And then go to our spot?" You smiled at his idea, that he remembered how much you enjoined your spot.

The car came to a halt at the empty parking spot. Michael was quick to climb out of the car and open your door for you. Slowly you made your way towards the spot. Surrounded by nature you felt your breath become easier. The large stones that leaned against each other offered a place to take a seat. He came prepared with a blanket and a packed picking. Like so many times before you took place next to each other, the still warm air clinging to both your bodies as the sun continued it's decent. The ocean reached the stones and splashes were sent into the sky. His legs rested and made contact with the firmness of your other thigh. Slow conversation filled the space between you and drew you closer. Coffee was sipped and sandwiches shared. The sun came into contact with the ocean and Michael dived into the cruel conversation that was awaiting you. His body turned to yours "I'm sorry" his words were low but you heard him, your eyes meet and you signaled for him to go on. He took deep breaths of fresh air, worried that his fragile words wouldn't be enough "I'm sorry for everything I put you through. I've realized that I was so far out of line. All my decisions fell back onto you. And I'm awfully sorry about kissing another woman. You are truly the only one for me. I understand if you aren't interested in being with me ever again, but I've changed y/n. I'm still working on myself, but you are my motivation every single day and I want to make it up to you." You mind was clouded by his words, the mentioning of his infidelity was like salt in wounds but you wanted to give him a chance. "Yeah you sucked" you tried to lighten the mood but you both knew that, that was a light way to put it. You continued while gripping his hand " I want to be with you Mickey. But it is definitely going to be difficult for me to trust you" you smiled a careful smile at him and he moved even closer, desperate to feel you. His hand moved to your face as he silently asked for your permission to press his lips against yours. You nodded your head, eager to feel the movement. The world stood still, birds chirping became louder and the intensity of the small gesture made you dizzy. Michael was right there with you, you soft lips sending him into a feeling of ecstasy.

Silent promise between lovers who had been torn apart filled the now colder air. Sun kissing the ocean and dancing in warm colors. Pulling one another closer, and thinking of each other highly.

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