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Triple Threat - Wooyoung + San + Jongho

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Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader, San x Reader, Jongho x Reader

Genre: Smut with some hints of Fluff and a little bit of plot

Summary: Wooyoung and San loved getting their good girl whatever she wants, even if it’s not quite what they expected from their sweet little angel. Though they certainly couldn’t deny how hot you looked seducing Jongho, with their help of course.

Warnings: Dom/Sub themes, manhandling, cursing, restraining, fingering, dirty talk, nipple play, some degrading in the dirty talk, very light spanking, light edging and orgasm denial, unprotected sex (don’t be stupid yall), praise, oral (giving), drooling, slight crying, overstimulation, cockwarming.

Word Count: 5,579

The scene in which you currently found yourself wasn’t unfamiliar. San pressed against your back as Wooyoung settled between your legs, looking up at you with a piercing gaze. It is enough to have you weak before he even starts to remove your pants, San making quick work of your shirt and his before pressing against you again, hands squeezing and rubbing at your hips.

“Have you shared your thoughts with Wooyoung yet baby?” San questions, leaving a soft kiss against the shell of your ear, loud enough to let Wooyoung hear. The man in question pulls away from where he had just started to place fleeting kisses to your inner thighs to look up at you with a raised brow.

“What is it, angel? You can share anything it is that you desire with me. You know that.” Wooyoung places another kiss on your thigh before waiting for you to answer, smirking at how your skin heats up as you’re flooded with thoughts once more. Thoughts you had intended to keep secret until San stumbled across them and confronted you about them, only to bring them up again now of all times.

“It’s embarrassing.” You mumble, turning your head away when it feels too intense to hold his gaze any longer. The action causes San to catch your chin with a growl and make you look back at Wooyoung who nips at your thigh, gaze darkening some.

“You know better than to be like this baby, either share like the good girl you ought to be for us, or we’ll make you scream it out for us along with the consequences of your disobeying,” San warns pulling you back onto the bed with him and leaning you back against his chest, arms reaching out to grab hold of your legs as Wooyoung pushes them apart.

“You have 3 seconds to start talking before I take that as your answer,” Wooyoung warns, moving his hands once he knows San has you securely in his grip, his next move is to rip your panties and give himself full access finally though what was to come next was up to you.

“I’ve been having thoughts about someone!” You blurt out almost immediately, afraid you’ll miss the deadline to start talking, as enjoyable as pushing their buttons could be, it wasn't what you were after tonight, “My mind has been flooded with thoughts about Jongho. I just can’t seem to get him out of my brain.”

“You know we have no issue with that angel, you can invite anyone you please all you have to do is ask.” Wooyoung kisses your clit to praise you for answering their question.

“Tell him specifically what you want, baby. Why are you so shy about your desires this time? We can’t help you if we don’t know.” San encourages you further, or was he instead throwing you under the bus to Wooyoung again? Either way, it was enough to encourage you to be good and keep talking for the two of them.

“Wan- Wanna top him. He’s so smug, but I wanna show him he’s not the only one who knows how to affect people. I can be sexy too.” You insist, pouting a little bit and it makes Wooyoung snicker against your clit before humming in agreement.

“Oh you can angel, you most certainly can. Thank you for sharing, you made the right choice... Sannie and I will be more than happy to get you what your heart desires. For now though..” Wooyoung growls against you as he pauses for a moment before the look in his eyes darkens even further, “I should reward you for sharing like the good little girl you are for us.”

The two served as a more than sufficient distraction from your Jongho thoughts for the evening, leaving you in a mind-numbing high once they were through. Though over your spent form they shared a look, already planning out how they’d get you exactly what you wanted even if it contrasted greatly with how much of a sweet little toy you often were for them. Wooyoung chuckles quietly as he notices how San’s eyes darken, raking down your sleeping form between them at the thoughts alone of what would come soon.

“You take care of getting our angel in the mindset for it and I’ll handle Jongho.” Wooyoung offers before closing his eyes, a smirk gracing his lips as he knows now San will spiral into the same thoughts that affected you so much earlier. Acting as if he wasn’t just as affected by them while he drifts off to sleep beside you.

Later that week the two take you out to shop for a dress they had told you, raising your suspicions. Especially as San kept taking a place behind you, hands gripping at your hips as he often did when he grew needy, never acting any further, however. Wooyoung looked between you both, smug as ever as he held his composure.

“We have a company dinner coming up soon angel, Jongho is going to be coming over to ride with us three there...and home.” Wooyoung finally informs you, filling you in just slightly and throwing you a heated look that further implies that they were going to work to get you what you wanted.

“Of course, an important part of things will be looking and feeling dangerous love. So let's find you something that will do that.” San insists, pulling you into the store, “Woo has to go get his suit adjusted, last little bits of tailoring. So it’ll be me and you finding something.”

The two of you most certainly found something too, a deep maroon in color and a thin slit down your sternum to the waist as if the way it held your breasts didn’t already draw attention to your cleavage, edged in the prettiest of floral lace and glittering just slightly to add an elegant and slightly dainty feel to it. The skirt of the dress flowed off your hips, though it was shorter in the front than in the back, allowing you not only freedom of movement, but to show off your legs in particular when you sat and crossed them. It was bolder than your choices often were, but San had whispered into your ear the entire time you tried it on letting you know just how seductive and dangerous you looked, how you’d no doubt be able to lure Jongho in and get exactly what you wanted from him. It was enough to make your head swim and give in oh so easily to his suggestion, something that had you flustered knowing how simple it was for him to turn you to putty.

Perhaps WooSan knew you just a tad too well, laying a plan out with you and encouraging you to be patient. Promising you would get what you wanted by the end of the night, that or they would make it up to you somehow. Also taking the opportunity to tease you just slightly, because really how could they resist when it got you to make the cutest little faces in response?

“I know angel, you’ll want to jump his bones as soon as you see him, but we’ll need you to resist. Play the long game, and make him cave the same way we always make you do. It’ll be so much more satisfying in the end.” Wooyoung’s hands work over your shoulders, kissing down your neck as San pulls your dress out along with the heels you’d agreed on pairing with them, “And if it gets to be too much at the moment just give me or Sannie that needy little look you get when you can’t take it and we’ll step in to help.”

“Be a menace, baby. Take any opportunity that presents itself to tease him just enough to make his head spin and then pull away to leave him scrambling. No man would be able to resist that all night long. He’ll come crawling and begging once you’re through, we promise you that.” San adds, coming over to brush your styled hair out of your face, handing your shoes to Wooyoung to take down as the bell brings.

“I’ll go let our guest in,” Wooyoung smirks, placing one last fleeting kiss before leaving you with San who was already helping you slip out of the robe you had been in to do your hair and makeup to dress. The man chuckles to himself.

“Risky aren’t you sweetheart?” He questions, helping you into the dress as he notes the little surprise you have for Jongho.

“What? You said to be dangerous tonight, so I’m going all out.” You answer, feeling your skin burn slightly even though San’s smirk reassures you.

“Well done baby, I’m going to go join Woo and Jongho. Take a moment to breathe and when you’re ready come join us, yeah?” He leans in to kiss your forehead, throwing a wink your way before leaving you to allow you a moment to compose yourself.

Jongho looks up when he hears you coming down, eyes shamelessly taking in your form before darkening, “They said they were grabbing some things last minute.”

You nod, moving to slip your feet into your shoes, giving him a show as you bend over to collect them, “That’s alright, I have to finish up these last few things to be ready anyways.”

Jongho hums, taking in your sight again before a smug expression settles on his face again, “Looking for attention tonight I see. What? Do those two not give you enough to satisfy your needs?”

His question makes you pause, raising back up to look at him with a brow raised, “Rather bold in your accusations tonight aren’t you Jongho?”

“Hm well, I call it as I see it. Besides if you were mine and you looked like that I’d treat you so well that we wouldn’t even be making it out of this house tonight, and here you have two men and neither is doing that for you. Makes me wonder, you know... if they even know what they’re doing. Or if perhaps you’re looking for someone who does.” Jongho pushes further, licking his lips as he watches you approach him in response.

You shove him suddenly enough to throw him off balance, landing him back in the seat behind him with a thud and harsh puff of air. Pinning his chest with no real force behind your foot as it rests in the strappy heel that had yet to be tied, pointed glare switching between the shoe and Jongho who blinks back at you confused.

You roll your eyes with a sigh, “Oh don’t tell me you’ll talk all that shit, but then be so dumb you don’t know what to do in a situation as simple as this.”

Your words seem to snap Jongho back out of his daze, looking into your eyes as his hands move to tie the straps of your heels for you. Leaning in to place a kiss to your ankle, eyes burning a trail up your leg before raising a brow at how much skin he was able to see from this position.

“Are you not wearing any panties?” He licks his lips, mind reeling at the thought though it’s your turn to smirk now as you pull away from his touch hearing Wooyoung and San make their way back to where you two are.

“Well if I’m not, it’s certainly not for your sake.” You confidently lie straight to his face, knowing you’re already getting him right where you want him. Smiling sweetly at the pair of boys who have now rejoined you, Wooyoung stepped over to help you slip on your coat, leaning in to whisper something sweetly into your ear.

“Sannie will join you in the back seat, to play our little game while I drive. Give me a good show angel.” He snickers, slipping his arm through yours to lead you to the car, getting the door for you as you and San slip into the back. Waiting patiently for your moment to strike.

“Woo~” You whine softly knowing the sound would let him know what was up and get Jongho’s attention as well, not used to that from you, “It’s warm in here with my coat.”

“I’m sorry angel, the ac isn’t doing so well right now. Move to the middle, I’m sure Jongho won’t mind if we spare some of our air from up here.” Wooyoung takes the signal just as you knew he would, following his directions to move to the middle seat. Watching as Jongho moves to angle the vents towards you, waiting until he turns to look to throw a leg over San’s. Your hand on one and his on the other gently dragging your dress up some to expose more skin as Jongho looks back with the intent of asking if that helped any.

“Thank you Jongho.” You answer his unspoken question, lashes fluttering at him a little as he nearly chokes at the sight of your legs again, nodding before quickly turning away again. Refusing to look anywhere near the two of you in the back. San rewarded you with a kiss to your temple for your actions, his hand never leaving your thigh for the remainder of the drive, unable to resist the temptation of doing so.

Smirking at how Jongho almost tried to bolt inside upon your arrival, only for Wooyoung to throw an arm around his shoulders before he could. You and San followed behind only you beat Wooyoung to him once you all handed off your coats inside. Your arm slips through Jongho’s as you lead him inside with a smirk.

“Come on Jongho, let’s go get a drink. Try and help you recover some of that confidence you had earlier. Unless you are just all talk.” Your words burn him up, his arm tightening some around yours as he joins you.

“God, you’re really a fucking brat aren’t you?” He scoffs, before ordering a drink and trying to down it almost immediately in an attempt to use that as an excuse for how his skin flushed, even if you both knew the reality of it.

“Oh you don’t even know how much of a brat I can be, but that’s not your problem to deal with. If you even could. Let’s be honest though, you get so shy anytime I flash you a glimpse of skin could you really be in control?” You order your own drink, sipping it slowly in comparison to him, “ Not that I mind, I bet your face would be even prettier painted in pleasure beneath me.”

You take in how his eyes widen, smirking around your glass before walking off back to Wooyoung and San, letting Jongho’s brain run with the thoughts you just threw his way mostly unprompted. Watching how he refuses to sit beside you when he joins everyone else at the table now, not that he’d have to. He could still see everything if you slid back just slightly, crossing your legs to let your dress ride up. Giving his eyes something to focus on all evening though they did switch between your legs, your cleavage, and the way Wooyoung and San would kiss either side of your neck making your head fall back in response.

“He’s going to snap angel. Just look at his face, you can tell.” Wooyoung purrs quietly into your ear, making you shudder something Jongho’s heated gaze picks up. Him offering you a hand to help you back up at the end of dinner, knowing San and Jongho would follow behind you both now.

“Why don’t you join me in the back, Jongho?” You suggest once you all reach the car, grabbing onto his arm and pressing your chest against it. The action being the last straw for him, Jongho finally snapped.

“Are you both blind? Your girl has been throwing herself at me all night and you’re not doing shit! What is wrong with you both? Put her in her place or something!” Jongho huffs, though his frustration switches to shock when Wooyoung walks up to him catching his jaw and making him look at you while he stands at his side.

“You think our angel would be doing something we’re not okay with Jongho? She was right, you do need to learn. No one is going to do anything to her, but she most certainly will be putting you in your place. Now get in the car. We’re going home.” He grits, releasing Jongho and nudging him towards the door you opened for him as the man was still in shock at the revelation.

It doesn’t seem to take him long to catch up though, realizing that you three had intended for the night to end this way all along, taking that as a sign his hand falls to your thigh. Your skin heats up at the first intimate touch from him. You weren’t going to cave that easily though, not after all the effort that had gone into all this. Your hand caught his wrist and moved it away from you, fixing him with a glare.

“And who said you could touch?” You raise a brow at him, placing his hand down but leaving yours atop to remind him of the rule you just placed. Jongho looks at you stunned, causing San to snicker as he catches a glimpse of it through the rearview mirror. The man comes to get the door for you once Wooyoung parks the car, offering a hand to help you out as Jongho trails right behind like a needy little puppy.

Stopping dead in his tracks when you turn to face him, letting you tug him close by his tie, wearing a smirk as your lips brush his, “ Let’s see if there was really anything behind that boldness earlier hm?”

You leave him to the bedroom by his tie, San and Wooyoung following behind the both of you watching you shove Jongho back onto the bed. Straddling his hips, the sight of your dress raising enticed him and made him reach out. Wooyoung has since arrived however and pins his hands down to the bed before they can land on you.

“Don’t forget about her rule Jongho. If you want to touch then you have to get permission first.” Wooyoung reminds him so you don’t have to.

Wooyoung’s focus doesn’t stay on Jongho any longer though, watching you with hooded eyes as you quickly undo Jongho’s tie and slip it off tossing it beside him before working on the buttons. San coming up behind you and making your actions stutter as his hands land on your hips. Kissing over your neck before unzipping the back of the dress he helped you into earlier, leaving one last kiss to your heated flesh before pulling the dress over your head once you shove Jongho’s shirt open and expose his chest to your view. You swell in pride at the way Jongho flushes seeing you fully exposed despite accusing you of not wearing anything under the dress earlier. San’s hands fall back to their place on your hips as he watches you lightly drag your nails down Jongho’s chest, shuddering at the moan he lets out when you brush over his nipples.

San chuckles and nips teasingly at your throat, “Have your fun baby, but don’t forget who’s truly in charge here.”

“I wouldn’t dare, I’m your good girl after all.” You promise San, turning your face to look him in the eyes as you do despite pinching at Jongho’s nipple as you do just to hear another broken moan fall from his lips. San smirks, praising you with a kiss as one of his hands slips lower, between your legs, swiping two fingers between your folds to collect your arousal.

He pulls them away to show off your wetness to the other two men, “You see this Jongho? This is how badly she wants this. How badly she wants the three of us, but especially how badly she wants you to crumble beneath her like this. So be good and give her what she wants, yeah? Trust us, it’ll be worth everything as soon as you feel her wet little cunt wrapped around you so perfectly.”

San takes in the way Jongho’s pupils blow at the thought he has thrown at him, and once he’s satisfied his fingers are between your legs again. Slowly slipping two in as his other hand slips down to let his fingers find your clit, casually rubbing circles. Wooyoung takes in the sight of you and chuckles when he sees all the signs of you about to whine over the pace San is setting for now.

“Focus on your own teasing for now angel and just let San do as he pleases to prep you.” Wooyoung urges you to focus back on the needy Jongho beneath you.

With the way San's fingers feel inside of you have you growing impatient, something Jongho was going to face the consequences of seeing as how your hands moved to undo his belt now. Making quick work of it, followed by the button and zip of his pants. From your position it wouldn't work to try and get everything off, so you settled on just shoving them and his underwear down enough to achieve the goal of freeing his cock.

"You had so much shit to talk to me Jongho as if you aren't a slutty little fucking tease yourself. Wearing pants like this all the time and saying they just got your thighs like that cause you work out. Admit it...you pick them like this, and not just to show off your thighs, but something else too." You speak to him though your breath is shakier now as San never lets up on pumping his fingers or swirling around your clit. Your own hand finally moves to bring Jongho a hint of relief as it wraps around him and slowly starts to move. Determined to bring him to tiptoe right on that edge of relief San has dangling before you without you being able to get it.

Your eyes are on his as you pick up the pace, watching the signs of his pleasure determined not to make him cum only to get him close as you were. When you stop and cause Jongho to whine out loud, San chuckles, stopping as well before teasingly swatting at your ass.

"Alright baby take what it is that you want." He encouraged, leaning back to watch how you settle over Jongho's cock, teasing the tip through your folds for a moment before slowly starting to sink down. Wooyoung biting his lip at the sight as your eyes roll back at the feeling of him filling you up so well. After a moment though your eyes lock with Wooyoung's who nods at you to continue, it is enough to encourage you to start to move.

The first shift of your hips has Jongho gasping out your name, your focus on him despite how fucked out you are already becoming. Still, you weren’t going to let this opportunity go to waste. Planting your hands on his waist and holding enough you’re sure you might leave bruises in your wake, something you’d love to see the aftermath of come morning, but for now, your focus was on making the man beneath you fall apart even if you went down with him. San kissing the shell of your ear when he sees the pleasure start to affect your pace, his hands settling on your hips to help you keep it up.

“What did I tell you Jongho? Come now, don’t be so quiet, tell her exactly what you think of her pussy.” San encourages, fingers coming down to rub at your clit and make you clench tighter around Jongho who moans in response.

“So fucking good sweetheart, already so drunk on you. Don’t think I’ve ever felt this good before. Don’t think I can ever get enough of you either, not if this is how good you are.” Jongho praises between grunts and moans, his hips moving just slightly with yours as he ignores the way Wooyoung’s grip tightens around his wrists until he can’t take it anymore.

“Turn around and face San angel.” Wooyoung finally snaps and from his tone you know there’s no room for question in his demand. Feeling San let you go, you’re quick to scramble and follow directions. Turning around to face San before slipping Jongho back in, unable to stay away for more than those few seconds. Looking up at San through your lashes, a subconscious pout on your lips as he catches your jaw in his hand.

“What’s wrong baby? Falling apart too fast? You can’t keep it up?” San teases, thumb brushing over your lower lip as he does and chuckling when you try to catch it between your lips.

“Yes... and... wanna make you feel good too.” You whine softly, skipping past his tie and shirt to go straight to trying to undo his pants making him chuckle as he runs a hand through your hair, scratching softly at your scalp.

“You can have that angel, on one condition.” Wooyoung calls from behind you, in the mood to play just slightly, “You can have anything you want...so long as you can take it.”

You don’t have time to question what he means, or maybe you would had your brain been able to process faster without the distraction of San practically ripping his clothes off for you. The man is nearly as eager as you were at this point. Wooyoung behind you leaning down towards Jongho’s ear before his grip leaves his wrists.

“Go ahead Jongho, take whatever you want,” Wooyoung whispers to him, making the last thread of Jongho’s sanity snap as he grabs at your hips and plants his feet before he starts to desperately snap into you.

The change of pace has you practically crumbling atop Jongho from the pleasure, trying to keep your head clear enough to keep your initial goal of taking San into your mouth even if it was a struggle. The attempt was sloppy however, messy kisses along his length looking up at him through glossy eyes, your hand coming up to help as well. As you finally compose yourself enough to take San between your lips though Wooyoung decides to reach down and rub at your clit, making you whine around San. So fucked out your start to drool around his cock just slightly making him moan as he thrusts shallowly in your mouth, letting you pull back to stroke him again and look at Wooyoung whining softly.

“What’s wrong angel? Tell me what you want.” Wooyoung urges you, thumb brushing under your teary eyes.

“Want you to be able to feel good too, not fair we all do when you don’t.” You share softly and San laughs breathlessly as your hand continues to move and please him.

“Two cocks not enough for you baby?” He questions teasingly, making Jongho and Wooyoung laugh as well.

“Such a sweet little slut you are huh? So considerate.” Jongho can’t help but add from beneath you, a slightly different side of him peeking through now and giving you a glimpse of other things he could do in the bedroom.

“It’s alright angel, I’ll join soon. Jongho won’t last much longer and then you’ll take San’s cum, then you’ll get me. So long as you keep being our perfect little angel, alright?” Wooyoung assures you before pinching your clit and making you cry out, free hand moving from holding you up to grabbing at his forearm, nails digging in just slightly as he abuses your clit, “Cum around him angel, show him how good it feels, make it so he can’t resist anymore.”

That’s all it takes to throw you over the edge, the feeling of you cumming sending Jongho into sweet release right after. Jongho filling you with cum, though as soon as you two start to move, San can’t hold back anymore quick to move you to face Jongho again, your head falling to rest on his thigh as San lifts your hips where he wants them. He wastes no more time before he’s pressing into you, slightly mindful of your sensitivity still even as he chases his own pleasure. Jongho reaches out to brush the hair out of your face, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Such a beautiful mess you are sweetheart, taking it so well.” Jongho praises, making you moan as a surge of warmth flows through you, feeling yet another high approach. Something it seems San picks up on too as he stops holding anything back now, hips snapping perfectly to press his cock against your most sensitive spots as he has them committed to memory. Wooyoung watches from the sidelines as he finally undresses, knowing he’ll get his chance soon with how you and San are both losing yourselves. San slips over the edge right before you do, the feeling of his cum mixing with Jongho’s proves to be your undoing as he slips out and helps Jongho move you to lay back, Wooyoung moving to hover over you and caress your cheek gently.

“How are you doing, angel?” Wooyoung sweetly asks, hands gently spreading your legs and massaging lightly at your shaky thighs, “Can you take another for me?”

“Anything for you.” You agree with a nod, melting at the soft caresses from San on one side and Jongho on the other as Wooyoung collects their cum as it drips out to push it back in. Slowly starting to move as he leans down to kiss you.

“Did they break you, angel? Fuck your pretty little mind numb?” Wooyoung seems to hold back from his usual quick pace in favor of more sensual movements, but his mouth doesn’t hold back from his typical dirty talk.

“You’re the prettiest little thing for us, sweetheart,” Jongho adds, kissing your cheek as a few tears drip out overwhelmed by all the pleasure at this point.

“Literal perfection in its filthiest form.” San whispers on your other side, reaching down to find your clit one last time tonight, “Give one to Wooyoung baby, drive him crazy.”

San knows that in holding himself back all night Wooyoung has been losing himself and that finally feeling you was making him shatter, much like the first time he was inside you all over again. That along with the desperate desire to add to the two other men’s cum inside of you. Feeling you give him your all as you cum beneath him all it takes to push Wooyoung over the edge as he thrusts a little faster, hands planting on either side of your face as he leans down to find your lips again.

“Sweetest angel, perfect for us as always.” Wooyoung praises against your lips, before pulling back just to look into your eyes, trying to assess how you were doing now, “Who do you want to stay with you while we take care of everything else?”

“Jongho.” You mumble quietly, making Wooyoung smile and exchange a look, knowing you’d insisted on clinging to them in particular after your first time with each of them as well. The man in question pulls you against his chest as San and Wooyoung move to handle everything else. San is going to get water and a snack for you while Wooyoung gets a warm damp cloth to gently wash you up. Jongho lifts you after it all to take you to go brush your teeth as San helps you with your skincare. Though the feeling between your legs makes you pout, something Wooyoung notices in the mirror as he watches the three of you.

“What is it, angel? What’s wrong?” He gently probes trying to determine what it is you need.

“It’s such a waste, it’s all coming out.” You mumble quietly, suddenly shy, but unable to deny Wooyoung the answer he’s looking for.

“Oh baby, you say that like we won’t all give you more whenever you ask.” San giggles, kissing your cheek as he tries to make it better. His method of doing so is much different than Jongho’s as the man turns you to face him and lifts you into his arms, slipping back into you.

“There, it’s not going anywhere now,” Jongho assures you, before moving to carry you back to bed as you snuggle into his chest, careful not to move your sensitive body too much now.

“Gonna stay like that all night?” You sleepily question through a yawn as your eyes start to flutter shut, catching just the glimpse of Jongho’s smirk as Wooyoung slips into place behind you. San joined you three and half draping himself over all three of you, clingy to everyone else in bed.

“Of course, I will, and come morning I’ll repay you for putting me in my place. Can’t let you have all the fun now, can I? Besides, I think you need to make it up to me just slightly... you absolutely ruined my pants, sweetheart.” Jongho promises you with a kiss to the forehead. Your sleepy squeak makes Wooyoung chuckle.

“Get your rest angel, looks like you’ll be needing it.”

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disgruntledspacedad · 3 years

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Jayyy!! Sweet, slutty in the AM.

Without giving BL spoilers, or maybe you won't? Idk 👀👀 not *cough* fishing or anything *cough*

Can I please have 💖 for Javier??? I'm curious...

Angel out-

Javiears pregnancy headcanons? You got it, babe!

Quick and obvious disclaimer to treat all of these as if they are a Better Love AU, at least until I tell you otherwise. 😘

Any baby that these two have would be a total surprise. Ears never wanted kids, and Javi has never thought long enough about it to decide how he feels about a family. He’s always assumed that was never in the cards for him.

Once the initial shock wears off - and that’s gonna take quite a while for both of them - Javi and Ears both jump feet first into the parenting thing. They each harbor some intense opinions about what a kid should and shouldn’t have to put up with, and there are lots of deep conversations that Last into the early morning hours. They nail down the important stuff pretty early, decide that they’ll figure out the rest with time, and discover a whole lot more about one another in the process.

Ears’ body hates being pregnant. She doesn’t realize it, but she’s got her Ashkenazi ancestry to thank for this. Ears is sick as dog snot clear through her first trimester and well into her second, exhausted and achy and throwing the fuck up. She gets awful migraines, too. There are days when Javi is convinced that carrying this baby is going to kill her, and he worries a lot.

Ears handles all of this as stoically as she can. She’s miserable, but she’s not about to complain and make Javi feel even worse.

Speaking of Javi, that protective streak he’s got goes into overdrive the instant Ears tells him about the baby. Ears has got to constantly remind him that she’s pregnant, not dying, and Javi good god, please just let me do things, okay??

That being said, it takes Javi a little while to connect the idea of Ears being pregnant to Ears carrying his baby. It’s all very abstract to him, to the point that on Ears’ worst days, Javi almost feels a little resentful.

That all changes at Ears’ sixteen week appointment. She’s just starting to feel like a human again, and this time, Javi is allowed to go back with her.

Oh my god, you guys, when Javier Peña sees that blurry, black and white, tiny little baby on the ultrasound screen... yall, his entire world shifts.

Ears notices instantly. It’s kind of hard not to, given how tightly Javi is suddenly gripping her hand. He glances over at him to find his eyes glued to the screen, silent tears rolling down his cheeks. It takes her aback a little. “You okay?” she asks quietly, and Javi nods, drags his eyes away from the ultrasound screen and gives her a soft, wet smile, and something slots into place for Ears, too.

Javi quits smoking cold turkey that day. Seeing his tiny little daughter for the first time put a lot of things into perspective, and Javi decides then and there that he wants to be there for her as long as possible.

The first three weeks are miserable. Javi does his best to get out of the house when he’s feeling tetchy (which is always), and Ears does her best to be understanding, but they get into more than a few little spats.

The makeup sex is 🔥🔥🔥, though.

Ears is not a big girl. When she starts to show, she shows fast, and Javi swears he can see her body change every day. Ears is pretty indifferent. She’s not self conscious - Ears finds pregnancy to be inconvenient, more than anything.

Javier Peña has never seen anything as beautiful as Hannah Aarons carrying his child.

Javi fucking loves it. There’s something primal about running his hand over the gentle swell of Ears’ belly and knowing that it’s his daughter that’s growing there. He’s not one to talk to the bump, but Javi can hardly stop himself from touching it. All the fucking time. Ears will sometimes playfully shoo him away. “Hands to yourself, you animal. I’m trying to nap!”

Seriously, their sex life doesn’t suffer at all. It doesn’t help that Ears refuses to buy maternity clothes. She’d much rather lounge around in Javi’s t-shirts and his old sweats, something that makes Javi’s cave man brain damn near implode every single time he sees it.

Ugh, and he’s sweet to her. Observant and affectionate and accommodating of absolutely everything. Cravings? Tell me what you want, babe, I’ll get three. Foot massage? Come here, mi reina, let me make it better. Yawning through dinner? Go get in bed, Ears, I’ve got dishes tonight.

Javi starts noticing Ears’ puffy feet somewhere around the 28th week or so. Ears swears they don’t hurt, exactly, so they both write it off as one of those weird pregnancy things.

It’s not. Ears has severe pre-eclampsia. Javi only finds this out after Ears gets a migraine so bad that she can’t see straight. Javi carries her to the car and forces her to go to the hospital. They’re there for all of five minutes when the doctor on call deems Ears’ blood pressure to be high enough to constitute a medical emergency, and Javi’s world is turned upside down again when he hears the word “c-section.”

Ears is only 33 weeks pregnant.

Less than an hour later, Javi is holding his baby girl. She’s tiny, the tiniest little human that Javi has ever seen, but she’s got a hell of a set of lungs on her, and Javi has never been so relieved, so stunned, so riveted, or so enraptured by anything in his entire life.

Oh, shit, he’s crying again.

She’s absolutely perfect. Off her oxygen within two days, taking feedings like a champ, and obliterating every goal her pediatrician sets for her.

Javi is so fucking proud when his girl is discharged a full week earlier than the doctors anticipated. She’s still a little small, but growing like a weed, and Javi just knows that between her and her mom, he’s gonna have his hands full.

Ears is fine, just a little sore. There are no long term complications from pre-eclampsia, so as soon as she’s up and sort of moving, Ears in full mom mode.

Ears loves being a mom, but she and Javi are in full agreement on this - one and done.

#Javier Peña #Javier Peña x reader #pedro pascal #narcos #narcos netflix #Javier Peña x you #Javier Peña imagine #better love #hannah aarons #javiears #you’ll notice that this is not exactly the if I fall scenario #so keep that in mind

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starlight-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Can I request how the feral boys would ask you/ what they would do for your first time sleeping over as their girlfriend? That sounds weird but I hope you know what I mean lol. I love your writing by the way!

hi friend , and thank u ! i appreciate it <3 this is a super cute idea and i had a lot of fun writing it ,,,,, im so soft for them i can't . xoxoxoxoxo , starlight

AYO LOOK AT THESE : the smallest bit of smut but overall fluff ! soft feral boys content , come get yall juice

reblogs are always appreciated !!! <3

dream

wouldn’t be planned tbh , you’d been at his place all day and you’re both too tired to drive

you’d start to call an uber and clay would turn your phone over

“you could… stay here, if you want?”

it was a no brainer

of course you’d stay with him

clay would be so excited , smiling through his sleepy haze

he’d finally get up from his computer just to shower you with kisses all over your face

he’d tackle you back onto his bed , his soft , silly kisses turning into lingering, hard kisses

all teeth and tongue and his hands all over you

he’d get one of his legs between yours, shuddering at the way you’d whine into his mouth

his hands would make their way down to your hips

he’d grind your hips down on him , your sleepiness only making you more sensitive

you bet your ass that he’d make you cum just from grinding on his thigh

he lives in a constant state of horny™ even when he’s tired

clay would be so cocky at how he’d made you finish , doing virtually nothing

but he would go so soft at the way you were exhausted after that , yawning and rubbing your eyes

‘baby’ , ‘love’ , ‘pretty girl’

so affectionate

you could’ve fallen asleep just like that but clay makes you get up and change

“baby , you don't want to sleep in your clothes”

“sleep in mine instead”

you would just grumble back at him until he would physically lift you out of bed

clay would help you out of your clothes

he’d put you in his sweats and a giant dream hoodie

just incase sap walked in for some reason

doesn't want him seeing any of the goods™

he’d carry you to the bathroom and find an extra toothbrush

clay would absolutely try to talk to you while brushing his teeth and the two of you would laugh s o hard at each other trying to talk with mouths full of toothpaste

again , he would pick you up and carry you back to his bed , shutting the door behind the two of you

“don't you want to say goodnight to sap?” “no :)”

the two of you would fall onto his bed and be asleep within 10 minutes , completely tangled in each other

he talks in his sleep

but you snore

so its even

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george

soft george my beloved

he’d probably plan your guys first ‘sleepover’

he would want to make it special , and definitely do something memorable

george would bring it up to you like a week before

he’d practically invite you like it was a birthday party :,)

i can't

he’d make reservations for a nice dinner before and get all dressed up

george would pick you up and hold your hand on the console

he’d open all the doors for you

he'd pull out your c h a i r

yall would definitely be cracking jokes all throughout dinner in the middle of this fancy restaurant

george would ABSOLUTELY knock his silverware off the table at some point

you would have to fight to not spit your drink out , laughing so hard

he’d skip on desert at the restaurant and take you to dairy queen or something

it would be the two of you in your fancy attire , sitting outside some tiny ice cream parlor

looking at eachother like you were the only two people on earth

yall are in L O V E

once you two got home george would carry your overnight bag in

he would change immediately

bc he h8’s fancy clothes

but wanted to dress up for you

after you guys changed into pajamas , you’d stay up talking for hours

he’d tell you stories of him and all the feral boys

you’d tell him stupid things you did as a kid

the two of you would want to make the most of the extended time you had together and stay up until like 2 in the morning

george’s voice would get all low and raspy from talking for so long

you’d fall asleep on the couch together when you physically couldn’t hold your eyes open anymore

george would wake up when the sun started shining through the blinds

he would carry you up to his bed

then promptly fall back asleep with you in his arms

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sapnap

snapmap my love .

this man doesn’t plan shi t

it would be very spur of the moment , the two of you laughing at some joke that he made when he’d grab your hand suddenly v serious

“will you sleep with me tonight?”

he’d look so earnest while asking that and you would BURST into laughter

it would take nick a hot sec to realise what he’d said and once he did . he would simply . disintegrate .

he would be so dramatic about it too

“i was trying to be romantic ! stop laughing at me !”

and you would just sit there , laughing so hard that you couldn’t produce noise anymore , just silent wheezes

you would start to cry and nick would pOUT

you would just nod , literally unable to produce words

but sap would brighten up at that

“so you’ll stay the night?”

once you got control of yourself , the two of you continued on doing what you were doing

it was like a normal day other than the fact that it ,,,, wouldn’t end

you two watched movies and played minecraft all day , being lazy together

you’d doordash dinner or order pizza or something so you didn’t have to leave the house

he’d have to stream and you would just chill , eating pizza in bed

once it became apparent that the stream was gonna last longer than planned , you would quietly come up behind him and drop a kiss on his cheek

he’d grin at you but be confused ???

you’d text him so your voice wouldn’t pop up on stream

‘gonna take a shower / keep myself busy’

he’d text back a single ‘👍🏼’

sapnap texts like a dad and NO ONE can tell me otherwise

you’d shower and get dressed , then wander down to the kitchen trying to find something to do

scavenger hunt™ for cookie ingredients

you’d bake his favorite and surprise him with a warm cookie im s o f t

the SMILE that would cross his face my god

he would feel so loved

he’d mute stream to thank you, putting his hands around your waist and burying his face into your stomach

you k n o w he’d find some way to end stream early after that , wanting to be with you

the two of you would finish off all the cookies , watching scary movies together

he’d hold you when you jump at all the spooky shit

you’d do the same for him bc sap is baby

chat . i'm kinda scared . lowkey .

you were both half asleep by the time you made your way back up to his room

you’d be lights out the minute your head hit the pillows

and he’d be big spoon

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karl

karl would probably ask you that day , texting you before you’d even come over to ask if you would stay the night

you two had technically slept over before , but never at karl’s place (usually pulling all nighters with the feral boys on stream or with the beast crew)

you can not tell me . that karl . would not build a fort . with you .

and he would 100% go all out with it

he’d get lights to string up on the inside (the twinkle ones for sure)

he would get a fuckton of pillows and the softest blankets he can find and pile them in

karl would essentially make a nest for the two of you

you’d spend the first hour alone sharing soft kisses and cuddling so close that you weren't sure where you ended and karl began

he’d hold you , letting you lay on his chest and listen to his heartbeat

you’d talk about everything and nothing at all , just wanting to hear each other’s voices

until someone’s stomach growled

he’d laugh until he couldn't breathe

you had tears rolling down your face , your stomach hurting from the giggles

he’d either take you to get food before or doordash your favorite

because neither of you can cook blESS

you’d pick out cute , matching pajamas for your first official night together

but

he’d end up giving you his clothes to sleep in

because he likes you wearing his stuff

and it's more comfortable than your fancy pajamas

he’d cover his eyes and face a blanket/wall while you were changing

the only time either of you would leave the fort would be for more snacks or to go to the bathroom

karl would bring his laptop in and turn in a movie as you two were settling in for the night

(some super dumb kids movie)

(my brain immediately went to the lorax)

(i’ll see myself out)

and he’d stay awake until you fell asleep, your face buried into his t-shirt

it made his heart so full that you felt safe enough to fall asleep with him

he’d play with your hair and trace over your features as soft as possible

because you're just so beautiful when you’re asleep ??

karl murmurs how much he loves you , everything that he loves about you while he knows you can't hear it

he’d drift off with you still in his arms, his lips pressed to the top of your head in a sweet, gentle kiss

and the two of you would stay like that the entire night , keeping each other warm

im so soft for him

can u tell

karl jacobs my love

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quackity

listen

everyone writes big q as a stupid dumb dummy

and while he can be that at some times

this man would be so fucking thoughtful ??? when it came to his girl ?????

you literally can't tell me otherwise .

much like gogy he would plan something special

but like

he can COOK yall

he’d make you a nice ass dinner

and set up a picnic in the backyard

he’d light candles and make it all fancy

literally it would be a scene out of a movie

once you finished eating dinner the two of you would watch the sunset

he’d play guitar and sING FOR YOU

you’d stay outside soaking in the heat even after the sun had gone down

stargazing for as long as you could

alex would put his arm around you and have you lay on his chest

you’d listen to his heartbeat while you pointed out the big dipper

he’d make up his own constellations aljidhkuvgfhadj

you two would only go inside because you were being eaten alive by mosquitos

one of you would play music off your phone and yall would slow dance in the kitchen

he would repeatedly tell you how much he loved you , pressing tender kisses to your neck , your jaw

until a fucking ad would play

and alex would just lose his shit

he would laugh so hard he’d ipad kid cough

then you would simply ascend

the two of you would be laying on the kitchen floor absolutely D Y I N G of laughter

you’d stay there for a while , trying to recover

by the time you did , your ribs were sore from all the giggles

alex would pick you up and throw you over his shoulder , walking you up to bed

he’d suplex you onto the mattress

the two of you are children around each other tbh

that would lead to a wrestling match

until you’d found your way onto his lap , pinning him by his wrists

w h e w

the way that man would kiss you after that ? bye im gone

lets just say by the time he was finished you would both be exhausted

he’d tell you how pretty you were , how good you did

the two of you would fall asleep with tangled limbs , half kissing

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buckys-black-dress · 3 years

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a fine line, part five

a/n: pushin this baby out fast as shit cuz i made yall wait like 2 weeks for part 4, and bc i’m in a writing kick rn and i’m trying to make the most of it... so here i am feeding you, my children. eat up! love you all, xoxo -ali <3

wc: 2.7k

warning!!! there is smut in this chapter: oral (f receiving) !!!

Your head felt fuzzy, like you were underwater or like you were up in the sky floating.

That’s what looking in Bucky’s eyes felt like.

“You okay, Y/N?” Bucky’s voice was muffled in your brain. You nodded numbly at him, like you weren’t even present in the current moment.

“I-I’m fine.” You give him a gentle smile, reassuring him that you were alright.

“You sure? Think I lost you there for a minute...” Bucky’s grinning, because he knows you were lost in your own world for a moment there.

“Yeah, yeah, all good.” You say again.

You were leaned into his side as you two sat for a bit longer and looked at the city, continuing to talk about anything that came to mind.

Your body felt heated, like you were being warmed from the inside out, and you knew it was because of your current situation. Sitting under the stars with Bucky, after eating a full meal and drinking maybe a little more wine than you should’ve, but this was the only place you’d want to be.

“Should we head out soon? I think it’s getting a bit late.” Bucky says, rubbing you arm with his hand that he had around you.

“Yeah, I think it is getting pretty late. Let’s clean up.” You tell him, and he places another peck on your lips, and then another on your forehead before standing up and putting away the items he’d brought.

The giddy smile never wiped off your face, and when Bucky finished packing up and putting the things away in his bike’s compartment, you sat behind him-- no hesitation this time.

As you hugged Bucky’s torso, you feel the breeze biting your skin, another shiver runs through your body. Bucky feels it before he can even start driving, and before you could say anything, he pulls off his own leather jacket and pulls it through your arms, allowing you to be surrounded by his scent.

You give him a grateful, shy grin, and he returns it with a sly one while he turns back around to start the bike.

The drive home was chillier, and you were extremely grateful for Bucky’s jacket around your shoulders.

Soon, you see your apartment building come into view, and as Bucky approaches it, his bike slowly comes to a stop and you feel the engine die as you slowly peel yourself from him.

“Thank you for tonight, Bucky. I really enjoyed it.” You tell him as he holds your hands in his large ones.

“Of course, angel. Anything for you.” He says, lifting your joined hands and kissing the tops of yours. You can feel the blush creep up your neck all the way to your cheeks.

You look down in bashfulness, but Bucky’s hand comes to lift your chin up once again, and you get all but sucked into his blue eyes when he comes in to give you another deep, slow kiss.

When you finally pull away for air, what you ask him even shocks you after it comes out of your mouth.

“Would you like to come inside?”

Silence lingers in the night air, and you feel so dumb for asking the question as his eyes are searching yours.

You couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and it was scaring the crap out of you.

“O-or not, I understand if you don’t want to-” You were letting your thoughts take over, immediately trying to take back your suggestion.

But Bucky was kissing you again, effectively shutting you up.

“I do want to come inside.” He simply says and you nod, turning around to lead him into the building.

The elevator dings and you’re on your floor, Bucky’s hands are still on you. You felt like you couldn’t breathe, but in a good way, when his hands were on you. Wrapped around your waist, holding you flush against his side.

You reach the door and unlock it, unravelling from his body to search for your keys and slowly shutting it behind you. Lucy was perched upon the the arm of the couch, watching outside the window waiting for you to return, but perked up at the sight of Bucky.

She waits for him to greet her, as royalty does, and he comes to rub his hand over that spot on her head she loves. As she purrs, you watch with affection gleaming in your eyes. This was a sight to be seen.

“Do you want a drink? Water, tea, beer, wine?” You ask, breaking the silence while moving into the small kitchen.

“A tea would be good, doll.” He tells you, not moving his attention away from the black furball in front of him.

You quickly put on your kettle and wait for the water to heat up, and you prepare two mugs with green tea bags.

Bucky sat himself on your couch, making himself comfortable while he waited for you.

You two sat and chatted a bit more over the tea, but you just wanted to be... closer to him.

You gently placed down the mug on your coffee table, and nudged the remote into your hands.

“Wanna watch a movie?” You ask, and Bucky smiles.

“Sure you’re not gonna fall asleep on me, angel?”

“I’ll be fine, Buck.” You roll your eyes and smile. The movie plays, and you do something you would’ve never done a few months ago. You scoot closer to Bucky’s frame, allowing for your thighs and arms to be touching. Your heart feels like it’s going to fall into your stomach.

And then, Bucky puts his arm around you, letting you nestle further into his side.

You’re convinced you’re going to die.

Bucky’s hands come to your legs, pulling them over his lap.

Okay, now you’re actually going to die.

“Is this o-okay?” His voice rumbles, and you turn to look at him.

“I- Yes, it’s perfect.” You manage to breathe out.

You both watch for a while, letting Bucky occasionally kiss you again, and the last kiss gets you more heated than you felt before.

His hand is still around you while the other one runs up and down your side, effectively making you shiver while he moulds his mouth against yours. Your breath is short and you feel your heart trying to escape from your chest.

Bucky’s hand moves from around you to pull you off his other arm, and he moves you onto his lap. He’s kissing down your neck, finding that sweet spot that makes you let out a moan you’ve never even heard yourself make.

At the sound, Bucky groans, sliding down further in his seat and letting you finally sit down with both legs on either side of him. The only thing separating you from Bucky was your tights and underwear, and that made you nervous.

Very nervous.

He continues his was down to your chest, sucking marks further down where they wouldn’t be visible. One of your dress straps falls down your shoulder, which you don’t even register because Bucky stands up, holding you on him.

“I don’t think we should do this out here... where’s your room?” He asks, gently.

“Right down the hall, on your left.” You say breathily.

But then as he walks and kicks open the door, then shutting it with you against it, it hits you.

Bucky probably wants to have sex with you, right now. And you don’t know if you can handle that, but you don’t want to stop him right now.

He places you on your bed, and right now you’re just thankful you’ve cleaned your house in general this week.

Bucky’s hands move to take off his shirt, and he pauses, catching you staring at his built frame.

“You doing okay?” He asks, and you nod. “I need words, baby.”

“A-actually, can I... can I tell you something?” You question meekly.

“Of course, Y/N.” Bucky softly tells you, slowing down his movements.

“I- I uhm... I haven’t had sex in a... long time. A-And the last time I did, it wasn’t very... good.” You emphasize the last word, trying to tell him in the simplest terms.

Bucky remains silent, just watching you, and you don’t know what he’s thinking.

He probably thinks you’re a prude, y’know. One voice in your head tells you this.

But he did sort of go all out this week. Was that only because he wanted to sleep with you? Another reasons, but plants a new doubt in your head.

“That’s okay, sweetheart.” Bucky interrupts your thoughts before they could get even more intrusive. “Does... does that mean you’ve never...?” He trails off, but you know what he’s asking.

“Uh, n-no, I’ve never had an...” You feel like a child, not even being able to say the word.

“Say it, Y/N.” Bucky says to you.

Your mouth opens and closes like a fish, and you can feel your face becoming hotter.

“C’mon, sugar.” He soothes you, moving your hair from your face in a manner that makes you melt.

“I-I’ve... neverhadanorgasm.” You say in one big breath, and you shut your eyes in embarrassment, your hands coming to cover your face.

“Y/N, doll, look at me,” Bucky lifts your hands from his face, and he’s laying parallel to you on your bed. His voice is like honey to you, and you’re genuinely not sure how you ended up in this predicament.

“Look at me, hey,” you finally open your eyes and are met with his soft ones, “I don’t care how much or little experience you have. I just want you. And if that means that we go slow, that’s alright.” He explains to you, and you can’t believe that Bucky is even real, sitting here being so patient with you.

“T-Thank you, Bucky. I do, I really do want to, but I just... wanna go slow, for now?” You hated the way you sounded, unsure, and like a teenager with no experience.

“That’s just alright, babe.” You could tell he was being sincere, and your heart swelled at the sight of him.

You are so lucky.

“But, if you don’t want to have sex, I can still make you come.” The dirty smirk returns to his face, and you feel heat pooling between your legs again.

“O-Oh?” You ask, and you weren’t trying to flirt, but it came out in a way that made Bucky harder than he already was before.

“Do you trust me?” He asks, moving to hover overtop you.

“I- yes, I do.” You stutter, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

“Do you give me permission to eat you out?”

Your breath catches in your throat at the vulgar question, and you begin coughing into a fit, not believing what you’ve just heard.

“Wh-what?”

“You heard me.”

“You want to do that? To me?”

“I wanna make you feel good, so... yeah.” He tells you so simply.

“I- Okay...” You say reluctantly, but letting Bucky do what he feels is right.

“I’m gonna undress you now, okay?”

“O-okay.”

He’s standing in front of you now, pulling your tights down and motioning for you to sit up.

He pulls off your dress and reveals the soft baby pink lace set you had on, and although you weren’t wearing it with the idea of anyone seeing it-- Bucky lets out a groan that had you breathing harder.

Of course, your first instinct was to cover your stomach. You’ve never been the most confident about your body, and your tummy was just one part that you always continued to struggle with.

“Don’t cover yourself up, bunny. You’re so beautiful.” Bucky moves your hands, looking at the set and your body.

“Bunny? That one’s new.” You say to mask just how nervous you are.

“Well, you’re cute, like a bunny. Especially in this.” He motions to the bra and panties, and you blush again. He then removes your bra with the utmost care, placing it on your chair next to the bed.

“Now, lay back.” Bucky pushes you down gently, allowing you to fall back and leaves you staring up at your ceiling.

Your chest was moving at an extreme pace watching Bucky move further and further down your body, his hands stopping at the sides of your panties.

“Can I?” His voice is hoarse, and you think you’re going to melt.

“Y-Yeah.” You respond, and you feel the fabric slide down your legs. You feel your hands shaking, and you grasp the sheets when you feel Bucky spreading your legs apart.

“Fuck, bunny,” Bucky moans at the sight of your wet folds, gently kissing the insides of your thighs.

Your breath becomes more and more uneven as he gets closer to your core, and you have to keep reminding yourself that this is Bucky. You trust Bucky.

He’s mouthing closer and closer to where you need him, but you can tell he’s taking his time.

“Bucky, please.” Your voice comes out as a soft whine, and you can feel Bucky growl against your thighs.

“Patience, princess. I’ll give you what you want.” He tells you simply, like you’re not laying underneath him, panting like an animal.

“For fuck’s sake Bucky, I’m begging you.” You tell him in a way you’ve never heard yourself speak in before, but you were getting extremely frustrated.

And before you could even try to get another word out, you feel Bucky’s hot mouth move to your wetness.

A gasp leaves your mouth as soon as he starts working you with his tongue, and you feel like you’re in heaven.

Your hands are grasping at Bucky’s hair, trying to find some sort of reprieve from the way you’re feeling right now, and it’s killing you that you can’t see his face right now.

So, naturally, you prop yourself up onto your elbows; and the sight does not disappoint.

Bucky’s arms are both wrapped around your thighs, holding your legs apart and effectively making you throw your head back with a moan. His tongue is working wonders on your clit, and all you can feel is the building in your core that’s about to snap.

“Oh, Bucky!” You can’t even muster words at the feeling of him working you so well, and you don’t think you’ve felt this kind of pleasure in your life.

This kind of pleasure, the kind that’s making your head spin and your legs shake. You’re sure that when the time comes for you to stand up, you’ll be having quite a bit of trouble.

You look back down again, only to see his eyes looking right back up at you. You register a finger prodding at your entrance, and Bucky slides it in, only to feel you clench around it.

This leads to him moaning right into your pussy, making your back arch up at the vibrations.

He keeps his eyes on you as he moves his tongue in ways that make your eyes roll to the back of your head, your orgasm taking over your whole body. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, and you feel your mind go completely blank at the feeling.

Your body is limp against the bed, the only thing that you can focus on right now is trying to breathe.

Bucky only moves up to lay beside you, and you instinctually lay your head on his chest.

“How do you feel, angel?” Bucky questions, petting your hair and making sure you’re still alive.

“Wow. That was... amazing, Bucky.” You breathe out. You can’t muster anything else, but he understands.

“I’ll be right back.” He gently moves your head off of him, and your heart drops in your chest.

“W- where are you going?” Your voice is small.

“Relax, baby,” he kisses the top of your head, “I’m just gonna clean you up.”

Bucky disappears into your hallway for a moment after he pulls his boxers on, and you hear your bathroom door creak open, then the tap running.

A few minutes pass, and he’s back with a small towel in his hand.

When the rag meets your sensitive folds, you flinch at the feeling, but Bucky shushes you and gently continues his work. When he’s done, the rag is thrown into your hamper and he holds out his t-shirt for you to slip on. After, you both find your ways under the warmth of your comforter.

He’s hugging you close to his body while you lay partially on top of him, your head back on chest. You hear the beating of his heart, and you hear him say something, but the feeling is lulling you to sleep before you can register what he’s telling you.

That night, you dream of Bucky Barnes.

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joontier · 4 years

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mercedes midnight runs | drabble

synopsis: ur thirsting over jk driving you around in a mercedes

pairings: jungkook x reader

rating: R

genre: smut, angst | warnings: pwp basically (the thirst is real and unquenchable) with lidol angst ; swearing ; degradation ; car sex (pls dont do this while driving fjlaksas)

word count: 2.1k

g/n: this is the first installment for my ‘between the lines’ collection! ackkk ive been wanting to do this for so long because ive always thirsted over the boys driving and imagining jk driving his mercedes around seoul is just,,,,, eye ---- btw, this is heavily unedited nhnghgnhgn i just had to share the thirst with yall real quick

between the lines navi. | navi. | m.list

You’ve already planned out a quiet night to yourself tonight to rest and get your mind off of things, but all of a sudden, just as you were about to settle in bed, Jungkook sends you a text, telling you to get ready in half an hour because he’s going to pick you up and take you out somewhere.

It isn't new news anymore that he’s texting you at this hour because he’s only permitted to go out after his schedules, which usually also end late at night. Superstar problems, can’t relate.

Well, that and because your relationship with him warrants these types of late night meet-ups. It’s that type of arrangement you’d never thought you’d agree to, but eventually, learned to cope with. Your phone pings - a new message.

[🕺] 12:45AM

im out front

When you exit your apartment, you see an unfamiliar silver car parked in front of the building, you back up the stairs, wary of who might be inside the mysterious vehicle. The window rolls down halfway, and you see Jungkook takes a peek through the small space.

Going back down the steps, you quickly climb inside the vehicle. “New car?”

“Yeah, you like it?”

You hum in agreement, tracing a hand along the sleek design of the dashboard. “It’s very...you,” you remark, in awe at how this new Benz fits Jungkook so well. “C’mere,” Jungkook tugs at your elbow, closing the distance between the two of you. “Fuck, you don’t know how much I missed you.” He presses his lightly chapped lips against yours, nipping gently at your bottom lip. Abruptly, you pull away, worried.

“Kook...what if someone sees?”

“I got the windows tinted. I got this car for us.” His words resonate throughout the car, and you're afraid he might hear your heart thudding strongly in your chest. You choose to ignore the implications of his words, focusing on his presence and not your treacherous thoughts.

You give him a chaste kiss on his cheek in reply, sending a smile in his direction. You hope he doesn't see your real emotions swimming in your eyes. “Where are we escaping off to tonight?” Internally cringing at your careless choice of words, you take off your hoodie and place it at the backseat, along with your purse, all the while giving him a generous display of your cleavage as a distraction.

Jungkook’s tongue darts out to moisten his lips. “I’m having second thoughts now, if we should really leave or not,” he says, unabashedly staring at your chest, eyeing your nipples, pert against the fabric of your low-cut top. “No bra?”

“You told me you’d be here in twenty minutes, so I had to hurry….”

“Wearing a bra takes you twenty minutes now?” Jungkook snorts, shaking his head at your lame excuse.

“Yup, especially when all I could think about is having you take them off. So be grateful, because I’m doing you a favor.” You give him a wink, giggling when he huffs and starts the car. You’ve outwitted him once more. Silently, deep within the recesses of your brain, you wish you had the same amount of control you had over your words with your heart, especially when you’re around Jungkook.

Connecting your phone to the car’s music player via bluetooth, you scroll through your recents and pick on your favorite playlist when you’re with Jungkook. ‘Sexy Can I’ by Ray J and Yung Berg comes first on shuffle.

“That sounds like a very promising playlist.”

Your conversation slowly lulls into silence, the two of you seated there quietly as you feel the enhanced bass reverberate throughout the new car. Leaning against the headrest, you glimpse at the man beside you, studying his features.

Sometimes you find it funny how never in a million years did you even dream of being this close to the Euphoria crooner. If it wasn’t for your cousin Eunkyung - an idol who debuted the same year as Jungkook did, who’s likewise a very good friend of the latter, then you don't think you would even come close to breathing the same air as the global sensation beside you.

Judging by the movement of Jungkook’s lips, you reckon he’s been speaking to you for the last five minutes, but you definitely have not processed a single word from him, for all you care. You couldn't blame yourself though, and Jungkook is certainly the one who is to take responsibility for your momentary preoccupation.

“You okay babe?”

“Mhmmhm”

If you were going to be completely honest, you were far from okay. Besides the many thoughts swirling inside your head, your trusty menstrual cycle tracker app is telling you that you’re bound to welcome your monthly visitor in a week - which means you’re PMSing - which further means you’re only in one certain state of mind - you’re insatiably horny.

Unfortunately for you, Jungkook is absolutely no help at all. Not when he constantly looks like sex personified - muscular thighs, veiny arms, the whole package. Plus, there’s something about Jungkook behind the wheel that’s ultimately driving you crazy.

A major part of it is your hormones for sure, but then again, even your hormones are thirsting over Jungkook driving, veiny forearms on display as he grips the wheel, or the way he backs up with only one hand on the steering wheel, or the way he sometimes keep a hand on your thigh as he drives. The formula is clear: Jeon Jungkook will be the cause of your insanity.

Jungkook pulls up the sleeves of his Carhartt sweater, revealing his nearing full-sleeve-tattooed right arm. The sight instantly makes you water, or wetter. Whichever the case may be.

You hadn’t seen him in a week, busy working on his mixtape, amongst other stuff. And you miss him terribly, sex with him included. As desperate and slutty that sounds, Jungkook is that type of person that leaves you wanting, yearning for more.

“What’s going on then?”

“If this is about Eunkyung…you know we already talked about that…”

“I don’t wanna talk about that, Jungkook.”

“What’s wrong then?”

You don’t answer, just silently watching the muscles on his forearm ripple as he pulls on the hand brake when you get to an intersection. You gulp, looking away as you push your thighs together, hoping that somehow the friction will help the desire pooling between your legs. The action doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, whose eyes instantly darken, now all too aware of your state.

“Tell me what’s wrong baby girl.”

Your resolve nearly breaks at the pet name, looking out the window to avoid his gaze. The light turns green again, and as he continues to drive, he rests a hand on your exposed thigh, strategically placing it just in the middle, the action gentle, yet enough to add fuel to your frustration.

His tattooed fingers gingerly trace patterns on your bare thigh. Fuck Jungkook and his thing for skirts. You weren't one to complain about his sexual fantasies though, not when wearing the skirts he buys for you gets you a good fucking afterwards.

You stay quiet in your seat, not giving the satisfaction that Jungkook gets knowing that he’s getting you all riled up. Two can play at this game.

Gingerly, you place a hand on top of his, gently guiding his hand north towards your core. The man driving beside you lets out a cough, sitting up straighter. Keeping his hand sliding up until he’s fully cupping your core, Jungkook chokes on thin air as he realizes you’re not wearing panties either.

“Let me guess, wearing underwear is too mainstream?”

Shrugging, you spread your legs wider, guiding his fingers to slide against your already glistening folds. A shot of electricity runs through your spine. “Fuck, baby girl, you’ll be the death of me,” Jungkook growls, taking a sharp intake of breath as he teases you, shallowly dipping a digit through your wet cunt.

“You’re fucking soaked. You seem to enjoy the thought, princess. Christening my car seats like the slut that you are?” He drawls, this time fully pushing a finger in as you get to another stoplight.

“Jungkook, don’t tease me like that baby.” Biting your lip to stop the moan that’s threatening to spill, your own hand reaches out to grab at Jungkook crotch. He hisses at the sensation. You smirk to yourself. Seems like you’re not the only one who’s greatly affected.

Encouraged by Jungkook’s reaction, you slip a hand through the waistband of his sweats, taking hold of his already hard cock. “And you’re surprised I don’t wear underwear? Bit rich coming from you now isn’t it?”

“Better watch your mouth and stop teasing me, baby girl. You might just get punished for that.”

“And what if I want to get punished?”

Jungkook huffs, pulling out his finger as the light turns orange. He brings his slick-covered finger to your lips, “Suck,” he orders. You oblige, sucking on his slender digit and swirling a tongue around it.

“You’re in for a fucking treat, naughty girl.”

It’s green again. With a sigh, Jungkook gets back to driving, this time religiously looking for a discreet place to stop over so he can fuck you properly. He finally finds a filling station, now driving with newly found urgency.

He parks in one secluded corner of the station, with just a singular parking space separating you from a parked truck, the driver snoring away happily.

The tension is thick in the air, inevitably making you feel hot even with the air conditioning on full blast. With no words needed to get the message across, you both unbuckle your seatbelts hastily, finding each other in a heated kiss shortly after.

Making another grab at Jungkook’s dick - outlining against the confines of his Puma sweats, you urge him to pull them down to his thighs so you can have a taste of your alleged ‘treat’. Likewise, he orders you to lift your skirt up, giving him easier access to have you writing on his fingers alone.

Scooting closer, you bend over the center console, taking Jungkook’s length in your hands. You place a tentative kiss on the tip before diving in, taking his cock inside your mouth. Jungkook lets out a guttural groan at the sensation, taking your hair into his hands, forming a makeshift ponytail on your head.

“You’re so fucking hot, you know that right?” His head throws back as you take him to the hilt, the tip hitting the back of your throat. At his compliment, you swallow and as you watch Jungkook visibly shudder, you give yourself a mental pat on the back.

As you continue to bob up and down Jungkook’s length, your hand travels between your legs, fingers easily finding your nether bud. With Jungkook starting to buck his hips upwards, helping you with your task, you quicken the pace of the fingers toying with your clit. You’re so close, but you’re doubtful you’ll even get to orgasm, considering your perched precariously over the console - definitely an uncomfortable position for you to orgasm in.

Jungkook senses your discomfort and tells you to sit down, and you’ll both do this together. As soon as you get seated, you scoot closer to the middle, when Jungkook’s hand extends to return its attention to your dripping cunt. You give Jungkook’s erection stands tall, likewise calling for attention. Heeding to its silent call, you wrap your fingers around his shaft, stroking his length languidly.

For a full minute, you both stay like that, trying to get each other to orgasm. Jungkook’s breathing gets labored by the second - the tell-tale signs he’s getting close. As your hand momentarily leaves his dick to massage his balls, his phone blares, startling you both out of your wits.

Letting out an annoyed huff, he grabs the phone and switches mute button down then thrusting the device somewhere on the dashboard. Pretending as if nothing happened, you continue your handjob until Jungkook can’t take it any longer, pulling you up from your seat and telling you to come and sit on his lap.

As soon as Jungkook pushes his seat back, you crawl over to his side, unceremoniously sitting on his lap, gyrating your hips as you slide your wet folds against the muscular expanse of his thigh. You’re almost there, Jungkook taking your breasts in his hands for more stimulation - that is until his phone vibrates loudly against the surface of the dashboard.

“You should probably get that,” you pull away, retreating to your seat: cockblocked for the second time. You check the dashboard for his phone, and get a glimpse of the caller’s ID on his screen. Eunkyung.

You place the device into Jungkook’s hands yourself.

“It’s your girlfriend calling.”

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willowistic22 · 3 years

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Red (Redfinch)

Despite their breakup, Albert still wanted to go see Finch perform in one of his concerts when Race asked him if he wanted to come. This is the perfect chance for them to talk things out again but words aren’t cooperating for either of them. With that, Finch decides to triy a different form of communication.

Words : 5233

Part : -

Warnings : Alcohol, cursing, cigarettes, angst in general

A/N : Woah that’s a crazy word count uhh,,,, hi i’m back with another fic. Another redfinch and for that we stan lol (well idk maybe yall are annoyed by all these redfinch fics but yknow what? i’m thriving off of it) But fr I’ll eventually get into writing other ships but for now have one more redfinch combined with another tswift songs (as you do) this time with Red. Wow we are so surprised who would have thought of redfinch being associated with the song red no we aren’t surprise :D This one specifically exists in my bandsies au. you don’t need to read that first to understand this (i think?) but it wouldn’t hurt if you checked that out as well:) Tbh i can’t decide whether i love it or hate it but at least i like it enough to post it. N ee wayysss enjoy!!

His brain is screaming about how much Albert shouldn’t be doing this. Comprising a list of cons that goes on forever. And although he thinks all of the cons his brain had written is logical, that one pro his heart wrote beside the long list was all it took for Al to say yes. All the cons will be worth suffering through if he finally gets to see Finch again. And maybe it’s for the better since he’s not doing well by distancing himself from the boy.

Unfortunately, the world isn’t black and white. Meaning that even if he did choose to follow what his heart wants, all the horrible feelings will still be there. And with every step he takes, inching closer to the entrance of the building, he’s getting even more terrified by the second. Thankfully, the line for the entrance is going pretty slow which gives time for Albert to calm down.

But it’s not helping. The line is crowded and full of fans, talking excitedly about the band’s awaiting concert inside. For some odd reason, he can only hear the conversations between fans that contain one specific name. He doesn’t hear anyone mentioning Romeo, Elmer, or Jojo’s name. Not even Crutchie, who he’s been told to be the fans’ favorite. Just the name Finch, being repeated all around him. With adoration and excitement lacing the name. The line is delaying the inevitable and the people around him makes him a bit overwhelmed.

“We can still turn around if you want. I’m sure they’ll find a way to give us a refund”

If he’s actually being honest, it was his best friend that got him to come. Race returned to their shared apartment a few weeks ago and rushed to ask Albert if he wanted to go see their friends performing tonight. Race knows about Al and Finch’s break up but it’s worth asking him first. And to his surprise, he said yes.

“No, it’s fine” Albert replied, “I’m fine”

“You’re picking your pimples right now”

“So?”

“It’s one of your nervous habits”

That piece of information really caught Al off guard. He didn’t think a tiny random fact about himself would actually corner him the way Race is doing now. Eyeing Albert through his glasses and raising his eyebrows despite his forehead being mostly covered by his beanie.

“Well… I-” Albert tried to come up with bullshit as fast as he could, “I like to do it on purpose too, alright?! My fingers just... get a little itchy!”

He slowly puts his hands down from previously reaching up to pick his face. And the line is still going slow, one step at a time. It’s not doing any favors for Al.

“Dude, it’s alright if you’re not ready to see him” Race continued, “It takes time, I get it”

“Race, I’ll be fine! How many more times do I have to tell you?” Albert argued, which finally made Race back down. And to make sure it’s no longer gonna be brought up, Al changes the subject, “By the way, where’s Specs and Mike? You said they’re watching too”

“They’re already backstage with the others for... obvious reasons” Race answered casually, catching on to Albert's intentions to change the subject. “So is Kath, by the way. We’ll meet her in there though”

To that, Albert simply nods. His jittery movements turn into rocking his body on the ball of his feet while digging his lips with his teeth. Race tries to pretend he doesn’t notice, but he does. Albert knows he does. Although he’s glad he’s not bringing it up because it might make it worse.

He’d be lucky to know that he’s not the only one panicking over this. In the dressing room, an aggravated Finch throws his phone to the cushion of the couch after sending the last text to his friend Race. It sounds unlawful for Race to be ‘secretly updating’ Finch on how Albert is actually doing because it’s obviously something Albert doesn’t want to directly tell his ex.

Finch groans, placing his elbow on his armchair to support his head. The room is spinning in his view and he wishes it all to stop. Taking deep and long breaths to stabilize his shaky limbs. A little prayer starts playing in his heart, it follows the tempo of his fast heartbeat.

“He’s here, isn’t he?”

Finch opens his eyes and looks up to meet his bandmate sitting on the couch across from him. He hadn’t even been talking for a good hour because he’s too fixated with the first text Race sent him when he and Al first started making their way to the concert.

“Yeah, he’s in line” Finch replied, looking up to the blond boy who’s holding his bass.

“How are they not being mobbed?” Another voice rang. This time it’s not coming from one of Finch’s bandmates. It’s coming from Race and Albert’s bandmate, sitting next to the shortest member of Finch’s band on the couch.

Specs only ask that because their two bands have a long connecting history and their fanbase tends to be sort of the same in a way. With Specs dating Romeo and Mike dating Jojo, Race and Albert are bound to be recognized and mobbed by at least a few fans. Especially seeing that Albert is Finch’s former lover, although the fans know that as a rumor since the two never publicly addressed it.

“I’m assuming they’re wearing a lot of shit to cover their faces” Another answered, the other VIP of the show alongside Specs, Mike. He’s twirling his drink in his hand while the other keeps Jojo cuddled close to him, “I mean, Al’s head is really fucking bright!”

With the mention of that specific name, Finch sulks back in his armchair with a groan. He covers his face with his hands, hoping it’d make the world just stop for one second. He could hear a loud clean slap echoing the room, followed by overlaps of whispered scolding. If he had to guess, it was Mike who was the one getting slapped and scolded.

“This is a disaster…” Finch exclaimed to himself, still not lifting his face up.

“It doesn’t have to be unless you make it like that” this time a feminine voice spoke up. A voice he recognized to belong to Kath.

Finch hears footsteps approaching him. He feels the motion of someone softly kneeling down in front of him. His hands were gently pried open and he was met with Kath’s friendly smile.

“It takes time, but you gotta trust the process”

It’s not necessarily the words he needed to hear right now, but it still warms his heart to hear his friend still being there for him despite the sticky situation he has gotten them into.

Everything would’ve been just fine if Finch hadn’t been so pushy and upset over Albert’s decision. He was the one that decided to put his music career on hold to go get that engineering degree, which frankly seems pretty useless. Finch was so dirty for pulling the ‘you’re being selfish’ card at him when it’s not even his band at all. Race, Specs, Mike, Ike, and even their manager Denton were very supportive about his decision to get that degree. Heck, all their friends were! But not Finch. His boyfriend at the time. He argued like he secretly knew how the others felt about Al leaving when really there aren’t any secret feelings for him to know. All his arguments came from his own feelings.

However, he knows Albert’s ‘own decision’ was secretly coated by his father’s persuasive words. The whole ‘just in case the music career doesn’t work out’ argument was basically the copy and pasted words from his father. They both know it. Despite the arguments, it still seemed that Al was determined to fully focus on college anyways. Instead of following his fellow musician friends’ college path by getting a degree in the non-lecture-hall way, he followed his father’s words and actually attended his college classes in a proper campus.

In the moment, Finch was just too focused on Albert leaving. Maybe he was the one being selfish. He had only realize now that most of his arguments were because he didn’t want Albert to go. It’s too late now, since the last time they saw each other was when Al slammed the door of their apartment one last time with all his stuff and a plane ticket to Seattle. At that point, Finch was finally tired of all the arguing and told him that if this was his plan then he’s on his own.

The tears that came after were filled with sorrow and regret. Sorrowful because he missed him. Regretful because he only realized then that there was no valid reason for Finch to lash out in the first place other than for his own needs. The feeling is still present to this moment. And it’s currently the strongest right before a show because he knows he’s gonna be in the crowd.

“Look, we’ll let ya drown out your feelings with some booze later” Crutchie finally said, “But right now we got a show”

The band was all getting up from where they were seated, bringing whatever they needed to the stage. Crutchie gets some help from Jojo to bring his Bass till he properly sits on the stool on stage. But Finch stays perfectly still, holding Kath’s hand as if his life depends on it.

“I know I should talk to ‘im, Kath” Finch finally said, slowly joining the others in standing up. Kathrine follows along, eyes still fixed to her friend, “But… I can’t. I wouldn’t know what to say to him”

“Then don’t talk” Mike suddenly inserts himself in their little conversation. He gets up and approaches the two, “Sing him the new single”

“You’re fucking insane, Mike!” Katherine instantly snapped.

“Alright, your mouth will be legally sealed shut till the end of the concert” Specs joins them only to drag Mike away. There were some protests from the boy, but it was totally shut down by everyone else in the room.

“No, wait. He’s got a point” Finch suddenly exclaimed, which quickly got the whole room to freeze in time.

He looks at his bandmates, all standing by the doorway ready to kill the concert. A half confident smile appears on his face and he says, “Let’s sing that single”

The concert is held in a bar like-venue with multiple floors, slowly being filled to the brim by excited fans. Their excitement bounces off the walls of the venue, creating an ecstatic kind of environment despite the tight space. The concert is going to start any minute now and while the fans surrounding him are shaking in excitement, Albert is shaking in a nervous fit.

“Still okay there, Al?”

Albert looked to his side, seeing his good friend Kathrine looking up to meet his eyes with concern. She had just joined the boys in the midst of the crowd after hanging out behind the stage with the band.

“What? Yeah, I’m okay” He replied, “What makes you think I’m not?”

“You’re squeezing my hand a little too tight”

Al had only realized he’s been holding Kath’s hand just now. His brain was too focused on his fears about meeting Finch again to the point that he hasn’t been paying attention to his surroundings. He gets bashful all of a sudden, cheeks going a bit warm, harshly pulling away from her grasp.

“It’s okay, you can hold my hand if you want,” Katherine said gently.

“Kath, I’m fine!” Albert said, “Why won’t you and Race believe me?”

“Because we know it’s utter bullshit”

The pair looked back towards the crowd behind them where the familiar voice originated from. There, Race struggles through a sea of people with two drinks in hand. Oddly enough, he still seems to stand the heat despite still wearing his face disguise. A white cotton mask, black-framed glasses, and a grey beanie mostly providing cover for his blond curls. While Al, seeing that the venue is pretty dark and speculations has led him to believe that the fans would be focused on the concert rather than the people attending it, had already put away his mask. However, his fears still made him wear his snapback and grey-framed glasses just in case.

Albert takes his rightful drink, and with a free hand, Race takes off his own mask and stuffs it in his pockets. He complains about the stuffiness from wearing the mask all while doing so, which made Kath laugh. It appears the Albert-scolding has been forgotten for the time being, as Kath and Race starts engaging in their own conversation, which Al doesn’t mind because he’d much like to down his beer quickly.

And then the concert finally starts.

An exciting intro starts playing as the band enters the stage. The wild crowd welcoming the band is deafening to Albert’s ear. Time freezes and everything in between fades away. All he sees is Finch, up on stage wearing a smile brighter than the lighting of the venue itself. He’s using his old dark green guitar. The same one he uses when he’s writing songs in bed or when he just feels like strumming the strings. Albert remembers the memoirs of all the guitar string scars he had earned throughout the years of knowing him. Some of them were even caused by Albert himself.

Lucky that Finch hasn’t noticed Albert has been staring at him the whole time. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of the boy since the start of the first song, shimmering under the spotlight with amazing vocals. Laughing about at his fellow bandmates’ antics on stage. Oh, that laugh. It gives him butterflies in his stomach like it was the first time hearing it.

He can feel two pairs of familiar eyes on him. But he’s too far gone to care. Albert really did make a big mistake for letting Finch go that easy. Because at the end of his previous college days, he still loves him and misses him dearly. His little Finchy. It doesn’t matter to Al anymore if Race and Katherine are eyeing him with sorrow or the whole world were to look at him weirdly for fixating his own eyes towards the beautiful boy on stage. He was his beautiful boy. Good lord, does he long to see the days when he got to call Finch his.

“Holy shit, I fucked up” Albert muttered under his breath, only Kath and Race could hear it, “I should’ve never had left”

His friends were definitely not expecting Albert to verbally exclaim his regret. They already knew from the start despite the redhead’s previous denials. But hearing him say it just makes it all more real. Even Albert himself was hit by a truck of reality just by loudly announcing it.

“Well, now you know” Katherine started, gentle voice on the same volume as his own despite the volume of their current surroundings being incredibly loud, “Go tell him that after the show”

“I can’t. I shouldn’t” Albert replied, fully turning away from the stage to properly look at his friends. A glint of sorrow and desperation flashes before his face, “I might make things worse!”

“Well, you’ll never know till you try” Race said, sounding a little hesitant at the start. He offered a warm smile at his friend and a hand on his shoulder, since there isn’t much he could do in the moment.

With a heavy sigh, Albert turns back towards the stage only to witness the biggest surprise of his life. Finch looked back. Straight into Albert’s eyes, it pierced right through to get his heart thumping loudly in his ears. He just realized the song the band was previously playing had ended and they were waiting for the fans to quiet down. While Romeo playfully over-dramatize his thank you’s to the crowd and gets scolded by Elmer and Crutchie, Finch was continuously staring at Albert. The hands that were previously used to play with his guitar hang idly because his center of attention wasn’t at his instrument right now.

It might just be some form of hallucination Al retained from the high, but Finch seemed to be smiling at him a little. Just a little curve at the end of his lips while he’s still staring back.

Albert doesn’t know how to interpret this other than to just stare back. Deep down, his heart is flipping in all kinds of ways and his thought process is no longer comprehensible. He’s trying to read the other boy’s emotions but it’s too neutral to tell. Other than the fact that he’s smiling a little at him but that still doesn’t give him a proper answer.

Eventually Finch becomes the first one to look away, seeing that the audience had settled down for the band. Albert’s eyes were still glued to Finch, retaining his focus back to the concert. He opens his mouth for a moment to say something into his microphone, although he unexpectedly stopped. The flow of words seemed to cut short. He saved himself by pulling himself away from the microphone up front and towards the rest of his bandmates. Judging from the body language, they seem to be whispering.

“What’s happening?” Albert whispered, more to himself rather than to his friends.

“I’m not sure…” Race replied, taking a step closer to where Al is standing.

The band kept the discussion short and quickly got back to their places. Finch seems to hesitate the second time he opens his mouth to speak. But this time, he gets the words out.

“Uhh… sorry ‘bout that. I uhh… I just got the urge to go a bit out of our fixed setlist and uhh… hope you guys don’t mind” Finch explained with a little giggle at the end. The crowd couldn’t care less and cheered on. Finch smile widens at the agreement, “We thought we’d give ya an early access to our newest single that hasn’t been released yet”

A euphoric feeling passed through the crowd as the cheering got louder. It baffled Finch so much that he laughed into his mic.

“Oh my god, they’re actually doing it” Katherine commented under her breath.

But Al’s ears were sharp enough to catch it. He snaps his head around to face the girl behind him, “Do what?”

Katherine was rendered speechless to that question, despite obviously knowing what’s going on. Albert turns to Race but he has no idea. He finally turns back to the stage where Finch’s gaze was already waiting to be returned by Al himself.

Without breaking the gaze, Finch speaks into the mic with a little smile, “It’s called ‘Red’”

It was Albert’s turn to be speechless. He had no knowledge of a new single since he’s mostly been staying away from his ex’s social media for the sole purpose of moving on, which he had failed miserably. And none of his friends had told him anything about a single that’s title was a secret language only Finch and Albert share, littered with all sorts of vintage romance.

“Holy shit…” Race exclaimed, “...I had no idea they were gonna play this song”

The opening of the song starts with Jojo lightly plucking a few strings of his acoustic guitar. The crowd goes wild once again, energy bouncing off one wall to the other.

“Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street

Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly”

Crutchie sang the first line smoothly. At this point the other’s had joined in with their instrument. Finch fully ignoring the crowd and focused on looking at Al. Those blue eyes are trying to send a message to Albert and it’s being coded with the song they’re currently playing.

The song had carried on till it reached the chorus. All the instruments peaked at that moment and collaborated with each other to create a very euphoric sound. The crowd jumps along to the beat of the song along with a loud cheering, obviously enjoying the tune they have yet to listen to. Some were holding up cameras to capture this moment, most likely to later share it with the fans that didn’t get the chance to witness it live.

At this point, Finch had turned his face away from Al. There was a troubling look in his expression but it was quickly covered by closing his eyes as if he’s trying to concentrate on singing the chorus with the others. But Al is no fool. He knows that look on Finch’s face is when he’s trying to avoid something, and that something is him.

“Losing him was blue, like I'd never known

Missing him was dark gray, all alone

Forgetting him was like trying to know

Somebody you never met

But loving him was red”

The words moved something in Al. It was written in a way Albert recognized it to be Finch’s writing style. Every single part of the song. From the melody, the chord progression, even the lyrics. Especially the lyrics.

“Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword

And realizing there's no right answer

Regretting him was like wishing you never found out

That love could be that strong”

As Finch harmonized that line with Jojo, he stole a little sad side glance at Albert. The song returns to the chorus once again, Finch gets dragged with the beat and lightly moves his body along.

Albert gets captivated along with the music. He can feel the corner of his lips slightly rising up, which is pretty ironic seeing that Finch is singing a breakup song about them. Maybe because he’s relieved to hear Finch sing about how he’s not fully over him. Or maybe it’s because he gets to see Finch embracing the break up, which could potentially mean that he’s okay with it. But whatever it is, he’s happy seeing Finch like this. Or just seeing him in general.

“Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes

Tell myself it's time now gotta let go

But moving on from him is impossible

When I still see it all in my head”

The chord progression’s pattern slightly changed. Finch sings his line into the microphone, closing his eyes as if to soak up all the intoxicating energy he gets from the crowd. Of people flailing their hands into the sky and a loud chorus of undecipherable shouting. But at the last line, he steals a proper glance back at Albert.

“In burning red”

The lyrics really says it all. There’s no more hidden message that Albert needs to decipher, as it's being presented right in front of him.

Finch takes over the next part of the song, shredding his guitar which makes the crowd go wild. At the moment, it looks like he’s feeling himself. Moving along with the motion of his fingers that creates each note.

“Oh, losing him was blue, like I'd never known

Missing him was dark gray, all alone

Forgetting him was like trying to know

Somebody you never met

'Cause loving him was red”

The song is supposed to be a punch to Albert’s guts, and yet he finds himself laughing at it. He catches a glimpse of Finch’s eyes, sneaking its way to look back at Albert every so often. And this time, he wears a smile while jumping along to the song. And it made Al smile back.

“His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street”

As the song ended, the fans went wild. The look on Finch’s face seems satisfied at the success of the single they have yet been released to the world, shining at the sight of a hype crowd. He steals one last glance at Albert with a little smile on his face. Albert would dare to say he’s being a bit shy. To that, Albert smiles back with a disbelief laugh escaping his lips before Finch pulls his gaze away from the other boy.

After playing a few more songs, the concert ended. There was only one thing in Albert’s mind, which was talking to Finch. Race and Albert quickly put their disguise back on before the crowd had realized who they were as they exited the venue. The three stay behind as the venue gets emptied, Race and Katherine making quick work with their fingers on their phones to contact their friends backstage.

Jojo was the first to respond to either of them. He said that Finch is smoking behind the venue alone. One could only assume that he’s not in his best state after spontaneously choosing to sing that single. But Jojo assured them that he’s still good to talk to. Crutchie then responded, saying that Specs and Mike can pick them up to get them into the backstage.

It didn’t take them long, but Albert wasn’t keen on seeing the others right now. After being pointed towards the back door, Albert was already off. Adrenaline coursing through his veins as he makes quick steps towards it.

He gently opens the door, to avoid surprising the boy in case he was nearby. Albert steps out to a parking lot, open-spaced with another parking lot above it as its roof. At a first glance it was completely empty, only a few lights turned on to keep the area lit. His eyes gandered even further and spotted the boy he was looking for, back facing Al and his body leaning on metal bars as he enjoyed the nightlife of the city.

Albert took a deep breath to calm his adrenaline, slowing down his walking pace. The area is eerily quiet. Only a few things that can be heard: his footsteps, his thumping heart, and the sounds coming from the streets three stories below them. With every step closer, he slowly unraveled his makeshift disguise. Shoving his mask and glasses in the pockets of his jeans but left the snapback on.

“‘Loving him was red’” Albert said to catch Finch’s attention, “Did you mean it to be that obvious?”

Finch didn’t fully turn his head around, only halfway so Al can see the little grin of amusement forming on his face. A little chuckle escaped his lips, causing his chest to pulse along before he continued, “Not really. But it has a nice ring to it”

Albert takes a few steps closer towards the metal bars, leaning his body on it like what Finch is doing. Now he can clearly see the half burnt cigarette on Finch’s hand. Al tries to make eye contact with him, but Finch is purposely turning his head the other way and giving Albert his head full of blond curls.

“You came back” Finch suddenly said, voice hushed and low.

“Of course I came back” Albert replied, “You didn’t think I’d fully leave like that, did’ja?”

“Well, no. It’s just that you seemed so hellbent on going to college”

Albert slowly nods at that, moving his gaze towards the streets below like the other boy. They sit in the silence for a few minutes. Hearing different vehicles pass by the street below them and honking from the distance.

“Finch, I’m so sorry I left ya like that” Albert suddenly started, fully turning his face towards him. He couldn’t find a way to word it and so he resorted to just telling him the truth. Finch stays quiet to let him continue, “I was an idiot to let ya go that easily and all because I was selfish”

“You weren’t actually being selfish” Finch said, smiling a little at his words, “You did it because you wanted to. And it wasn’t hurting anyone anyways”

“It did. It hurt you”

Finch turns his head towards Albert. Now their eyes are looking into each other closer than before. The closest they’ve ever been since their breakup. A mixture of unsaid emotions made the gaze feel so intimate and it terrifies Al a bit.

“I hurt myself trying to get you to stay” Finch said softly. His next words got stuck in his throat. He gives his brain a few seconds to focus with a sigh out of his mouth and dragging his gaze away from Al, “I knew you never wanted to get that engineering degree in the first place which is another reason I didn’t want you to go. But at the end of the day, it was your decision to make and not mine. I lashed out on you and said you were selfish but… I was the one that was being selfish”

Finch turns his eyes back towards Al, his face looks more sorrowful than before, “I’m sorry”

A small smile formed on Al’s face, tilting his head to the side by a few inches, “It ain’t your fault for knowing me more than I know myself”

They leave the conversation at that for the time being. Letting the streets below fill the void of their silence. Both boys focusing their gaze towards the view they got from this height they’re on again. Finch and Albert left speechless at each other’s words.

Albert’s hands unconsciously reach up to his forehead, itching to pick a pimple like earlier. His next words almost got stuck in his throat but he was able to pull through just enough to get to his point, “Well, at the end of the day we uhh… we both fucked up. Fucked our relationship, that’s for sure-”

“Stop picking on your pimples, Al” Finch casually said. The surprise look on Al’s face got Finch to side eye him with a giggle.

Al pulled his fingers away, stuttering in his movements but still continued on his words with more confidence, “What I’m trying to say is… I want to try again as long as you’re willing to”

There was a good few seconds of silence that Finch used to just stare at him. Albert could only wonder what he’s thinking about inside that head, “So we just… what? Forget the breakup ever happened? Move back in together? You know I can’t just do that, right?”

“That’s not what I mean. We don’t need to rush things. I know you can’t do that” Albert said, “Just… let me start by making it up to you? Whatever you want. Just name it”

Finch didn’t respond instantly, letting the silence between them linger for a few more minutes. But it’s deeply agonizing to Albert’s ears. A blank space of two eyes locked in a gaze, and one is obviously dying to get out of it.

“Please, say something” Albert begged. Hands suddenly reaching back up to his face to pick on his pimples again.

With a free hand, Finch reaches towards Al’s hand on his face. He pulls it down to the bars, holding it in place to make sure it doesn’t repeat its mistakes again. The grip was firm, but warm and calming to Albert’s soul. It made him go blank for a good few seconds from being so touch deprived of Finch’s soft hands. He retains his sense of reality when their eyes finally meet again.

With a little smile forming on Finch’s face, he finally answers, “I’d like that very much”

#random writing #newsies #redfinch #redfinch newsies #albert dasilva #albert newsies #finch cortez #finch newsies #tw cursing #tw alcohol #tw cigarettes #tw angst #validate me pls and thanku:)#unless you don't ship redfinch #which is understandable

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alia-turin · 3 years

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Okay so @house-of-inspiration asked for some Caranthir and Imlerith joining the Red Riders. Caranthir got his turn yesterday so it’s Mr Murder machine time. That was also topped by @mentoskadraws showing me something AWESOME that made my feelings just go crazy, as per usual I hope yall enjoy it

Fic Name: The Soldier Fandom: The Witcher (Aen Elle) Characters: Eredin, Imlerith Pairing: none Warning: Mention of violence, blood and gore AO3: Click Summary: Young Imlerith is on a crossroad, the fight of the Aen Elle with humans is at and end and he feels like his fighting days might be over. A relatively sane version of Imlerith as that is many years before the Crones from Crockback Bog.

Imlerith was sitting in the tavern in one of these corners that had good visibility to the whole place, but people could hardly see him. It wasn’t typical for him to hide, and he didn't hide, he never did that, just he wanted to get away from everyone and everything.

He had heard old warriors talk about it, the moment you understand your own mortality, but that was old people talk. He had never felt fear in battle and it wasn’t fear that was bothering him right now. It was something different. Something that made the drink in his hand tasteless and his typical physical urges nonexistent. Imlerith spent the time between battles drinking and fucking and for some reason neither of them seemed appealing right now. If anything he just wanted peace and quiet. That is what freaked him out. It was unusual. It was not like him. Old warriors talked about crap like that when they knew they would die and tomorrow was the final battle they would ever have with the humans. Was that it? Maybe he sensed the end of war and that broke him? Why did he have no appetite?

He watched the soldiers drink around tables, shouting, screaming and laughing. Drinks spilling on the ground, one of the tavern girls trying to bring more, but a man pulled her on his lap and she dropped everything. Laughs and whistles followed. Imlerith just sighed. That was him, that used to be him. What was going on?

He left a few coins on the table and walked out. Obviously drinking and fucking was not for him today, but he also didn’t want to sleep. His blood was boiling before battle in excitement, going to bed was not an option and his own thoughts were not pleasant right now. Imlerith walked the streets of Tir na Lia, hood covering his face, for the first time in his life he wanted to be...invisible. That was also a new feeling. He walked aimlessly through the city, mostly everyone was asleep, normal people did not bother with the drunk feasts of men who were probably going to die tomorrow.

There it was again.

The thought about death.

He could have walked for hours or minutes, when he found himself in front of an old house. There were no lights so he assumed whoever lived here now was already asleep. That used to be his childhood home, the place where he grew up. He has not been here in...years. Imlerith had grown to be a nobody. His parents were nothing impressive, left behind nothing remarkable. He was the same, not many talents in him, not really smart, he knew that, didn’t have talent for crafts either, nor for talking, always better at destroying stuff than building them. He was a teenager when he decided to join the king’s army, mostly because he didn’t want to stave and then he had discovered his talent. He had always been a violent kid, getting in trouble, but the army...that had given him outlet, he could express himself as best as he could, nobody cared about the human and unicorn corpses he left behind himself.

But all that was coming to an end was it not? The humans were almost done and the unicorns...well as much as he loved seeing their skulls destroyed nothing really screamed like a human about to die.

Was that what bothered him? His purpose was about to die with this one final battle and he would do what? He was his strength, he was his mace and he was his brutality, he might not be a smart man, but that much he knew. It was death he was scared of, now he realized. It wasn’t the physical death, the gore of brutal wounds and his guts spilling on the ground. The death of who he was. His nature not having a place to regain.

Imlerith found himself in the heat of the battle, his favorite place to be, his thoughts from yesterday left somewhere behind. His mace was already soaked in blood, his body ached, but he had never felt better. That was who he was and where he belonged. Shamed that was going to be the end of humankind, or at least of their resistance.

He turned around by instinct seeing two humans surrounding an elf who was cornered next to a tree. Imlerith smiled and bashed his mace right in the head of the first human, the brain and blood making the other one turn his attention, but that was too late. The other elf didn’t lose a second and jammed his sword through the man’s chest. The man tried to scream but that scream turned into a cough of blood, yeah that always happens when you get a sword in the chest.

Just now Imlerith noticed the elf was a Red Rider. He had lost his helmet, and he could see blood running down his left side.

“Impressive.” the Red Rider said, pushing himself away from the tree, there were three more corpses on the ground, that explained why he had been cornered, it had taken five of them. Now Imlerith finally recognized him. Eredin Bréacc Glas, the leader of the Red Riders was standing in front of him...well maybe not in his full might as he was dirty and bleeding, but still regal. “I guess I owe you one, soldier.”

“Don’t mention it.” Imlerith smiled and rushed back to the battle.

Tonight was different than yesterday, it was worse. Everyone around him was drinking to celebrate their victory, he was going to drink himself to death to mourn the end of fighting. All these losers would go to their families and what was left for him? The only family he knew was war and violence, and for some reason people frowned when you try to start a fight in the middle of Tir na Lia. He was going to join his men when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Imlerith turned around slowly making sure he didn't spill the five drinks he was carrying as he intended to drink all of them in full.

“I was hoping I can buy you a drink.” Eredin was looking at him with a coy smile. He wasn’t wearing armor now and his left hand was bandaged. Imlerith looked at his men who were already half drunk, whatever, he could spend a moment to drink with...someone who was so much higher in the hierarchy that it wasn’t even funny. What was next, drinking with the king himself?

The tavern was full, but somehow Eredin managed to get them a table, that same table Imlerith was sinking in self pity last night, ironic. All the leader of the Red Riders had to do was smile and the soldiers sitting there just excused themselves. Imlerith lined the five drinks in front of himself as Eredin was observing him with curiosity.

“I watched you today.” Eventually the Red Rider said.

“First of all, that’s creepy.” Imlerith drank. “Second, at least buy me dinner first and then tell me that.”

“I also asked around about you.” Eredin was still smiling. “Joined the army very young. You should be a general by your own right given how successful you are and your skills in battle. Also the time you have spent fighting”

“I have also been reprimanded a few times.” Imlerith added. Few times was underestimation. He had been in fights with his fellow soldiers, he even killed a guy once over a woman. He didn’t even remember how the woman looked like, nor he had slept with her that night but he remembered his officer stripping him of a rank. He also remembered smashing that same officer’s head in a wall. No one knew about that however.

“Heard that as well.” Eredin raised an eyebrow. “I read a report where someone described you as uncontrollable, dangerous and even...psychopathic.” Imlerith knew that whoever wrote that did not mean it as a compliment, but...it kind of was. “There might be a sport with the Red Riders for someone like you.”

Imlerith stared for a second. He needed some time to process the words, he wasn’t as drunk as he would like to be, but he had enough alcohol and adrenaline in his system to find it hard to understand the words that were just directed at him.

“Me? A Red Rider?” he started laughing hysterical. He laughed so hard he pushed one of his drinks, by accident, and it spilled on the table, running down Eredin’s pretty clothes. “I think I will ruin your reputation.” he finally said once he calmed down, Eredin’s face wasn’t as pleased as it was a moment ago.

“Who said I care about clean reputation. You my friend are exactly what I need.” The grin Eredin gave him made Imlerith smile as well. He wasn’t sure the Red Rider knew what he was purchasing, but he would be damned if he was to refuse an opportunity like that. A beautiful picture grew in Imlerith’s mind, an image of fights and blood as much as his heart desired.

#imlerith #My writing

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toshis-puppycat · 4 years

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A/N: Whoa look it's me ya girl about to post an entirely new fic bcs she got into a new fandom!! Don't worry tho, Dreamscape will be updated soon! And oof will it hopefully be a good one for yall!! But anyways I wanna dedicate this fic to @traqicalromance bcs if she didn't show an interest in this show I would've never given it a second glance and honestly Ronnie you got all my uwus so this is for you!! I hope this is also enjoyed!! (Even if its not tho that's okay, still love yall!)

Unfortunately, I Think I Love You Too.

Summary: You were used to staying in the shadows of the pro-hero world, preferred it even. Unfortunately for you, Hawks needed help on a case and you were the only one able to provide it. Hopefully you wouldn't regret it.

Pairing: Takami Keigo (Hawks) x pro-hero!reader

Part One

Hawks was about to get stabbed with the way he was acting with you. Way too familiar for his own goddamn good and too goddamn smug with it.

"Come on sweetheart, you gotta say something to me eventually." He said, flying right in your face, his smug smile in the right spot to get punched in.

"Hawks I swear to god, if you do not leave me the fuck alone I will hurt you." You deadpanned.

"Swearing doesn't look good on your image sweetheart." He smirked, you did acknowledge him. But did he have to be like this. Why he was even talking to you was pissing you off, he was the number 2 pro-hero. Now while you were also a pro-hero you were not one 'worthy' of talking to someone of Hawks rank. No one knew your face like they did his. You were more like Eraserhead in that regard. Being an underground hero made you feel more comfortable, and it let you stay where you wanted. Hidden from villains when off duty. You'd be way happier if Hawks left you the fuck alone though, because he could find out what you looked like as a civilian and honestly thats something you wanted to avoid because God, Hawks bothering you when you were working was something you could deal with. But him harassing you off duty? Yeah it's a hard no from you.

"Is there a reason you're harassing me Hawks?" You said, continuing your patrol of the area.

"I have to ask for a favor for tonight." He said, now walking by you instead, you could feel his wing touching both of your shoulders. You could just feel the sigh coming up. After you two met the first time at a charity event, he never wanted to leave you alone. To him, it was just so interesting how no one knew what you actually looked like. How you kept your private life very very private was a mystery he wanted to solve. "I can't ask a civilian, but I can ask another hero." He said. This time you didn't bother to hold back the sigh.

"Villains know what I look like Hawks." You said, stopping suddenly and turning to him.

"That's true. But..." he trailed off, looking at you intensely. You could feel your patience running thin. "No one knows what you look like off duty. So I have to ask. Will you help me? You'll have to dress like a civilian but since no one knows what you look like I think this'll work well. No villain would be able to connect you to whoever you're trying to protect." He said quickly, looking at you earnestly.

"Hawks, why the fuck would I-" he cut you off.

"Look. If you help me with this I'll keep my mouth shut for one and two I'll do whatever else you want. Anything." He said, smiling at you. You felt absolute euphoria at that statement, a gleam in your eye, that of course he couldn't see. But God you were going to take advantage of this offer.

"You have to leave me alone. No bugging me during work, no trying to talk to me when I'm patrolling my area." You said, you almost started smiling. His smile dropped a little at your request, becoming strained. But then it came back full force.

"Does that mean I can see you off duty, sweetheart?" He asked, winking at you flirty as ever. You took a deep breath.

"Do not try and bother me off duty Hawks. I'm tired after work ya know." You said, quickly turning away from the winged hero, continuing the patrol that you were thankfully almost done with, he quickly caught up with you.

"Come on though. I'm serious. I really do need someone to come with me for this. And no one knows what you look like. It's a perfect plan!" He said, smiling widely.

"You would know what I look like. Thats worse." You said, turning at the corner.

"This could seriously help! Come on! They wouldn't believe anyone else if they come with me! They're too well known, you aren't. Because you didn't want to be well known." He said, quickly stepping in front of you and forcing you to a stop. "This could save people you know."

You sighed. "Fine. But god Hawks, don't try to make it seem like I don't want to save people. And do not try to talk to me off duty." He smiled at you again, quickly grabbing his phone and shoving it in your face. You did a pretty good job avoiding hero friends. Preferring that no one actually get too close to you, Hawks was going to be the first and last hero you'd ever have any contact with off duty. You'd never been so glad to know that there was no one in the area. If they heard you, they'd be able to find out what you looked like. And that'd be bad. You pulled out your own phone and handed it to him. His smile seemed to get even wider and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "Don't get anything twisted, bird brain. This is for a case. Not for anything else." He quickly put his number in and you snatched it away, quickly walking off, only slightly turning to yell, "Oh yeah, bird brain make sure to tell me the occasion."

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The occasion was thankfully not formal, you'd learn later. It was more of a casual thing. No dressing up too much. Thank God. You still didn't show Hawks what you looked like, the longer it took the better. You wore something cutesy for the first time in a few years, a white floral crop top and a high waisted burgundy skirt with tights. Sometimes you did miss dressing up. Wearing something cute to make someone swoon over you. You really wished that the first time you'd wear something like this didn't have to be with him. Your phone vibrated.

'Where are you?'- Hawks

You looked around for the familiar red wings you usually saw, immediately finding him, his back to you. You were walking in his direction before you could stop yourself, and before he saw you.

'Turn around bird brain.'- you

You heard his phone chirp, and he turned around.

"You're lucky you're so easy to find." You stated, a little flirtatiously. Ignoring how he was slightly gaping at you. It was a fair thing, you were never really seen before and you were already putting on an act for whoever you needed to. He still didn't make a move to be near you, so instead you moved closer to him. Wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a peck on the cheek. Bringing your face close to his ear and whispering, "Come on bird brain, don't blow this." That seemed to make him snap out of it, his arms quickly wrapping around your middle, holding you close. Usually you were trying to get him to leave you alone and now you had to act like you were his partner. It was a weird feeling, one you were attempting to adapt to quickly. You moved your face away from his neck and gave him a dazzling smile. One he returned easily, okay maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. You two were led into the building. This was going to be easy.

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You regretted that thought now. At some point during this undercover operation with Hawks, someone noticed something so obscure on you that it blew both of your covers and you didn't even know what the fuck it was. It wasn't until you were pinned down by a villain, that you found out what it was that set them off. It was you. Someone recognized you, which should have been impossible. Especially coming from a villain. It wasn't until they whispered how happy their boss was going to be that you were alive that it registered who they were to you though. And it wasn't anyone that was great to you when you were younger. Of course the one and only time you'd ever shown your face again would be the time he would be able to find you. You kicked the villain off of yourself, quickly moving into a defensive position. You were shaking, you were actually terrified. They found you. Next thing you knew, there were several fellow pro-heros in front of you, quickly rounding up the rest of the villains that weren't already knocked out. You could've fainted when you actually registered it. Then Hawks was in front of you shielding your face from the other heros with his wings, and you were being led out away from the police force cars and others. If it was anyone else you were with being led away would've made you scared. You were already shaken, anyone would've been able to see it. This would be the only time you'd say you actually felt safer with someone who annoyed you.

"Hey sweetheart come on. Come back to me." You him faintly. He sounded so concerned. It was probably because of how wet your face felt. Oh. It was because of that. You were crying, and because you were crying you were hyperventilating. Your hands were gripping at the collar of his jacket. Fuck. This was not one of your finer moments.

"Don't you dare mention this to anyone." You choked out, finally taking deeper breaths to regulate your racing heart..

"Come on sweetheart, you should know me better than that." He said, arms wrapping around you like they did earlier. Although way less flirty and sexual, it felt more intimate. Your heart finally stopped racing. You were still terrified, but there wasn't any time to fall back into that panicked state. You had to start planning. Unfortunately Hawks was thinking the same thing, seeing you panicked like that was something he never wanted to see again and ever have you experience. You were hiding something, and he was going to be the one to find out what.

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#bnha #hawks x reader #can this be considered angst?#bcs if so dont worry 🙂 reader will be happy in this #I'm sorry idk what quirk to give the reader!!#keigo takami

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goldenraeofsun · 4 years

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‘cause right now you're mine

set in this verse

THURSDAY, APRIL 2nd

Dean 12:01 You didn’t tell me you led Carver Prep’s quiz bowl team???

Castiel 12:15 It’s in the middle of the school day and you’re texting. What kind of example are you setting for your students?

Castiel 12:16 I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t relevant.

Dean 12:17 Haha smartass I’m having lunch in my office Youre texting me back so i see right through you And of course it’s freaking relevant

Castiel 12:20 How?

Dean 12:21 Because I got tapped to coach Edlund High's quiz bowl team this morning!

Castiel 12:21 Oh no.

Dean 12:30 Oh no is right buddy

Castiel 12:37 I thought you coached the softball team.

Dean 12:37 I can do both You’re dating a very talented man

Castiel 12:49 I know that. I just didn’t know it extended to quiz bowls and softball in addition to blow jobs and breaking and entering places to give blow jobs.

Dean 12:52 What the fuck is wrong with you I’m in school! My lunch hour is almost over I’ll have to get up from my desk very soon This is all your fault

Castiel 12:59 :)

Dean 1:00 Just for that No blow jobs for you tonight

Castiel 1:07 :(

MONDAY, APRIL 6th

Dean 11:55 I bet I can grade more midterms than you today

Castiel 11:58 I know better than to make bets with you, Dean Winchester.

Dean 12:03 It was just a kiss I bet you’re just pissed you lost

Castiel 12:04 I can’t engage in PDA in front of my niece and one of my students at a school event!

Dean 12:04 Youre such a prude

Castiel 12:06 Unlike some teachers, I maintain boundaries between my personal and professional life.

Dean 12:07 Prude.

Castiel 12:09 Did you text me on a Monday afternoon just to harass me about my reluctance to kiss my boyfriend in front of minors?

Dean 12:11 Huh Boyfriend

Castiel 12:20 Dean?

Dean 12:21 What?

Castiel 12:22 Is everything okay?

Dean 12:23 Other than *my boyfriend* refusing to even entertain the idea of a friendly wager?

Castiel 12:23 Yes, other than that.

Dean 12:23 No

Castiel 12:25 That’s good. You scared me for a second.

Dean 12:26 I did?

Castiel 12:26 Are you okay with being my boyfriend? The long gap between our messages made me realize we haven’t talked about it before.

Dean 12:27 I mean it’s a little weird My 16 year old students have boyfriends “boyfriend” seems a little I don’t know Juvenile We’re not 16 anymore, Cas Thank god.

Castiel 12:30 Would you prefer “partner”?

Castiel 12:31 It’s just whenever I hear someone call their significant other “partner” I can never tell if they are talking about their life partner, same-sex partner, police partner, or if they are cowboys. That was a joke! Ignore this. I remember how much you like Westerns. “Partners” is off the table.

Dean 12:31 HOWDY YALL THIS IS MY PARTNER CAS

Castiel 12:31 Please never introduce me to someone like this.

Dean 12:32 Only if you watch Tombstone with me tonight

Castiel 12:33 Can I still grade my midterms?

Dean 12:35 You’re killing me here Cas Yes

Castiel 12:40 I’m your huckleberry

SUNDAY, APRIL 12th

Castiel 2:19 Good luck with the softball game today!

Dean 2:21 You’d better make it up for me for missing this one Its the semifinals

Castiel 2:22 I will. Say “hi” to Claire for me.

Dean 2:27 What the hell? Why is she here? We’re not even playing Carver

Castiel 2:29 She has a crush on Kaia Nieves

Dean 2:30 Ohhhhh That explains a lot

Castiel 2:30 She thinks she’s being subtle.

Dean 2:37 I see that runs in the family Subtle as a brick wall. All of you.

Castiel 2:38 Excuse me, you had no idea about my feelings for you back in high school.

Dean 2:49 So? Charlie said you were obvious as fuck But it didn’t matter since I was a dumbass

Castiel 2:50 I prefer oblivious Less dumb Less ass

Dean 2:57 How dare you My ass is a goddamn gift. You take that back right now

Castiel 2:59 Of course. Don’t you have a game to coach?

Dean 3:01 Shit you’re right

TUESDAY, APRIL 14th

Castiel 11:18 I know how I can make up for missing that last softball game last weekend

Dean 12:01 Sorry The kids called me out for texting you 5 mins before the bell last time How the hell did i get stuck with a class full of narcs

Castiel 12:03 It’s probably karma For all the rule breaking you did in school

Dean 12:05 Hey I wasn’t that bad

Castiel 12:05 You frequently defaced school desks and returned library books after their due date.

Dean 12:06 I’m dating a narc too???

Castiel 12:07 You didn’t ask what I have planned.

Dean 12:07 OK i’ll bite What do you have planned babe? Please tell me it’s not another documentary on bees That was depressing The grand canyon one was cool though

Castiel 12:10 Speaking of narcs

Dean 12:10 This doesn’t sound good

Castiel 12:11 When I had to get my extra copy of Camus from my car, I stumbled on Miriam at the edge of the parking lot with a few more students. They were skipping class and smoking marijuana. Naturally, I reported them to the administration.

Dean 12:13 Not helping your not-a-narc case

Castiel 12:13 They received detention for skipping class.

Dean 12:13 And the drugs?

Castiel 12:13 I may have neglected to report the drug use.

Dean 12:14 Seriously?

Castiel 12:14 I still confiscated it. Research evidence shows marijuana has negative effects on the developing brain.

Dean 12:14 I guess that’s fair

Dean 12:15 Hang on Do you still have it? OUR brains are old as balls Seriously, are you telling me you have weed now?

Castiel 12:15 Surprise? I can throw it out if you’d prefer to do something else tonight.

Dean 12:15 Dont you dare!!! I’m going to get a six pack on the way home, download the last Star Wars, and we’re gonna do this right Your place or mine?

Castiel 12:16 I have been neglecting laundry lately. Yours?

Dean 12:16 You’re on This is going to be so awesome

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 15th

Dean 12:06 Did you really mean to invite me to dinner with your brother?

Castiel 12:09 I didn’t mean to bring it up when we were high, but the invitation still stands. Claire told him we were together. He wants to meet you.

Dean 12:11 Oh

Castiel 12:11 You do not have to say yes.

Dean 12:13 I’ll go It just took me by surprise

Castiel 12:13 I don’t want to pressure you.

Dean 12:14 Youre not pressuring me

Castiel 12:14 Are you sure?

Dean 12:16 Look, I just know your relationship with your brother is complicated And I don’t want to stick my foot in it By accident or some other way

Castiel 12:20 We’re in a better place than I’d like to admit. I spent a long time resenting Jimmy for the time he had with Father. But it wasn’t his fault Father was a bastard who had a second family he preferred to be with. Jimmy was barely in middle school when Father started going on his “business trips”

Dean 12:21 Jesus christ You told me bit about it back in high school But I didn’t realize it was a second family situation

Castiel 12:21 Mother kept it from us for years. I still haven’t forgiven her for it.

Dean 12:21 Are you OK?

Castiel 12:22 I’m fine. It was a long time ago.

Dean 12:22 That stuff takes a long time to get over.

Castiel 12:22 I suppose.

Dean 12:23 Is it okay if you stay at mine tonight?

Castiel 12:24 Our next date isn’t until Friday

Dean 12:24 I don’t want to wait until Friday to see you

Castiel 12:27 Can you pick me up at Carver at 4pm?

Dean 12:27 You got it More time with you and my baby Win-win!

FRIDAY, APRIL 24th

Dean 11:51 Are you sure what I usually wear to school is OK?

Castiel 11:53 You texted me nine minutes early?

Dean 11:53 Shut up I had to bribe my kids For NINE extra minutes Friggin tyrants

Castiel 11:54 What did they extort from you?

Dean 11:54 I promised to throw out their lowest pop quiz grade

Castiel 11:54 That isn’t too bad.

Dean 11:54 I was already planning on doing it

Castiel 11:55 Clever of you.

Dean 11:56 You’re not just dating a pretty face But getting back to dinner with your brother Is a regular button up OK? The tie hides most of the sloppy joe stain

Castiel 11:56 I’m sure you look very handsome

Dean 11:57 I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or not

Castiel 11:57 I rarely manage sarcasm in-person. What makes you think I would attempt it over text?

Dean 11:58 Good point

Castiel 11:58 You’re a very good-looking man, Dean. I’ve known this since we were 15.

Dean 11:59 Stop it you’re making me blush

Castiel 12:01 It’s the truth.

Dean 12:04 Alright, alright I’m already sleeping with you No need to butter me up

Dean 12:05 It’s just I remember how you used to talk about him The perfect big brother

Castiel 12:07 More like the perfect student and perfect son. Jimmy was honestly too busy to be much of a brother. The 11 year age difference didn’t help. When I was in high school, he already had the perfect nuclear family on the way.

Dean 12:07 Exactly

Castiel 12:08 Exactly what?

Dean 12:08 You’re lucky I know you And I know you’re not drawing this out on purpose Look, i want to make a good impression, OK? he seems like a hard guy to please.

Castiel 12:09 I That’s very admirable of you, but it’s entirely unnecessary.

Dean 12:10 He’s your family

Castiel 12:11 And I understand family is very important to you, but it isn’t the same with me. It would be very nice if dinner goes well, but if it does not, I will not care in the slightest.

Dean 12:11 Really?

Castiel 12:11 Truly.

SATURDAY, APRIL 25th

11:16 I’m sorry for my dad.

Dean 11:17 Who is this?

11:20 Claire Novak

Dean 11:21 How did you get this number?

Claire 11:23 Alex Jones

Dean 11:24 How did Alex get my number???

Claire 11:24 It was on the softball permission forms How did you not know this Didn’t you draft them?

Dean 11:25 It’s been a while I’m a very busy man

Claire 11:25 Sure. Anyway, my dad was a dick. Totally out of line last night

Dean 11:26 Shouldn’t you be texting Cas about this?

Claire 11:26 I don’t have his number

Dean 11:26 Cas wasn’t kidding when he said you guys weren’t close

Claire 11:27 Nope.

Dean 11:27 Well I am very close with my brother He’s a lawyer out in California

Claire 11:27 Good for you???

Dean 11:29 It doesn’t sit right with me that Cas doesn't have a real relationship with his family

Claire 11:31 That seems like Uncle Castiels business

Dean 11:33 But Jimmy isn’t Cas’s only family SO if you ever need a place to crash, i’m always available

Claire 11:35 Maybe my dad was right And you’re secretly a perv I’m not staying with you you freak

Dean 11:35 Jesus christ, I’m trying to say, if ALEX isn’t the only girl on Edlund's softball team you’re getting buddy-buddy with, it’s fine You should get a chance to explore that part of being a teenager While STAYING SAFE But don’t let your parents stand in the way of that side of your life

Claire 11:41 Dad wouldn’t kick me out

Dean 11:42 Maybe not. But if you are at all uncomfortable, just give cas a call I’ll forward you his contact info now

“I might have told Claire she’s always welcome at my place if she comes out to her parents,” Dean says as he pockets his phone. He turns his back on the pile of sparkling clean dishes drying on the rack by Cas's sink. Dean adds, “Hopefully she’ll ask you before she goes to me.”

They hadn't really discussed the disaster of a dinner with Jimmy and Claire. A few tense words on the drive back to Cas's house, a tacit acknowledgement in the morning not to mention it until after coffee and breakfast. But then Cas brought out his homework for the weekend, even while last night's argument scratches at the back of his mind like a fly trapped in a windowless room. So Dean did the dishes and texted Claire.

Cas looks up from his juniors’ final exams. “You were talking to Claire?”

“She texted me first,” Dean says defensively.

Cas sighs and caps his pen. It’s blue, because red pen, according to Cas, is too traumatizing a grading implement. “I’m very sorry about last night.”

Dean waves his apology off. “You warned me it could go sideways.”

Cas’s brow furrows. “Still,” he says slowly, “I told my mother and Jimmy I was gay a few years ago. I think it was easy for them to ignore it as long as I didn’t have a boyfriend in the picture.”

Dean fiddles with a dishrag as he hovers by the sink. “Was Jimmy a jackass to your other boyfriends?”

“What others?” Cas asks wryly. “None of them were ever serious enough to pique Jimmy’s interest.”

“Really?”

Cas nods and gestures for Dean to take a seat at the kitchen table next to him. He holds out his hand, which Dean takes, bemused. “I don’t know why Jimmy thought religion was an appropriate introductory dinner topic. I could tell he was trying to genuinely understand our… lifestyle, to use his word, but-”

“I got angry,” Dean says looking down at their clasped hands.

“You didn’t say anything I wasn't thinking,” Cas says simply. “I’m glad you reached out to Claire.”

“It seems like she needed it.”

“She doesn’t have a lot of adults in her life she can rely on to be in her corner,” Cas says diplomatically. “I’ve tried, over the years, but I can’t relate to her at all.”

Dean laughs. “Of course not. Teenage rebellion wasn’t really your style.”

“Ah yes, of course,” Cas says, his voice dry as chalk, “you’d be the perfect person to talk to her. The cool kids speak their own language. How could I forget?”

Dean smirks. “It’s full of references you don’t get.”

“Don’t remind me,” Cas says darkly.

Dean leans in for a kiss. Eyes dancing, as he whispers, “Relax, babe. You were always the coolest kid in school to me."

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CINDERELLA AU I WROTE FROM THE GROUP CHAT PART SOMETHING

WARNING: mentions of abuse yall its now on ao3 so if youd rather read it there go ahead https://archiveofourown.org/works/24003439

It wasn't Remus's fault he was a werewolf. If anything it was the blasted moon's fault, for taking the sanity of his mind once a month to fulfill its own personal desires. it wasn't his fault his parents and sisters didn't like him. Well most of the time. He would be lying if he said he hadn't egged them on every now and then but not often, not often enough for this.

Remus gingerly rubbed his arm,one of the many areas whipped and beaten tender and raw frequently. It would have been nice to think that his loving family were smart enough to not have left marks, but alas, they weren't. Not that it mattered. He'd had marks since his first moon, when he was six.

The marks were just one other thing that showed how he was a monster, less than human but close enough to know how much he wanted to be one. His eyes, that reflected light like a wolf, his canine teeth, just a bit larger than normal, enough to be unsettling, and his ears, that could hear the slightest of sounds outside of the full moon.

His ears he didn't mind so much, they were nice and offered him his only friends, the animals near their manor, but they were still unnatural. Speaking of his friends he heard a familiar scatter and quickly made sure the door to the attic, his room, was locked.

Peter, as the rat had told him his name was, scurried into the room. Peter on the outside seemed like a rat in every sense of the word until you talked to him. It seemed he was the opposite of Remus in a sense, a human with just a taste of being something less than, to know to avoid it.

ya got any of that good cheese the rat squeaked. Remus rolled his eyes, Peter also had a very one tracked mind.

"sorry friend, no meals for me for a while" he stated matter of factly. Peter groaned as well as a rat could groan.

What did you do this time? You know you shouldn't egg them on.

"Why, little ol me?" Remus mock gasped, "I would never." then he laughed "Well I would and do, but not this time. This time it was because I forgot to clean the chicken coop a third time, silly me."

Peter looked stern

you could leave, tear them apart, you're a werewolf for merlins sake, you have magic, wandless magic most wizards would kill for it.

"you forget" Remus added bitterly "Most werewolves kill for it. Or well jealousy of it. doing wandless magic would be like waving a sign saying "hello, I'm a werewolf, incredibly dangerous and unstable, grab your pitchforks and torches, please, go ahead and kill me. Besides it's not like I can have my wand, its locked up remember." This much was true, his wand had been locked up since he had first been bitten. Peter squeaked in indignation, he didn't like when Remus spoke so casually about such things or used his wry sarcastic voice like such.

Remus would have continued if it weren't for the thudding of someone coming up the ladder to the attic. Peter started squeaking in fright.

"Shhh, Peter, be quiet, hide." Remus hissed, trying to keep the nerves out of his voice.

The trapdoor swung open and his father, Lyall Lupin, stepped in in disgust.

"You'll be getting a reprieve, lucky you." Remus tried not to perk up at this, knowing that the rest of the story was yet to come.

"The black family is holding a ball for their sons 19th birthday and we are invited. We, of course, means not you." Remus resisted scoffing, naturally.

The Lupins were high society and therefore high enough to be invited to many gatherings, occasions, balls, parties and such, even by the Black Family. To be honest, the black family mostly gained its respect and wealth from fear and other unsavory going ons.

still, he couldn't help the pang of remorse of knowing that he could never go to one, much less the blacks. He had heard that Sirius black, the heir to the blacks title, was a sight to behold.

Even with successfully having kept his emotions in check, one look of misery flying across his face was enough for punishment.

"crucio '' Lyall whispered, barely audible. but Remus's ears could hear it, Remus could recognize the hatred that would flare in his father's eyes, and the way his lips moved, and his arm raised ever so slightly. He would have known what was coming even without being a werewolf.

Remus didn't scream.

For the first 3 seconds at least. a new record, a small part of his brain laughed.

Finally after years, the pain ended and Remus was on all fours, choking up blood, and clawing at the floorboards.

Crucio was not a favorite in the Lupin household but it was used when deemed necessary, or ya know, when someone was just angry or stressed enough.

"Remember your place, monster. You do not, have not, and will not ever deserve to feel emotions. Emotions are for humans" Lyall sneered and then spat at Remus.

and with that he left, crying out a list of chores and a "We'll be back at 3 in the morning, have them completed by then."

Remus didn't dare nod. He sat in silence before he remembered that Peter was still in the room.

"Oh shit, Peter are you ok? SHit I'm so sorry you had to see that." While Remus had screamed whilst being taught his lesson, he had not cried. He frequently chalked that up to simply having no more tears left to cry, or that monsters simply didn't cry but as he saw Peter shaking in fear under his bed covers, his heart broke.

"Peter, shh, shh, hey, im ok, see im ok, everything's alright"

I should be comforting you! The cruciatus is illegal!

"so is a werewolf living unregistered."

thats different

"How so, please enlighten me between using a spell that makes you a monster and being a monster." Remus snapped.

Peter paused, then tried to keep his voice even.

Remus, you can't believe him, you are not a monster in any way shape or form, please tell me you don't believe him

"Oh really Peter, would a human be able to smell the fear on you, because I do, you're afraid Peter, afraid of me, afraid of the monster I am."

I am afraid for you, huge difference Peter retorted as calmly as he could muster. Remus sighed.

"I know, you're right, im sorry Peter. its- its been a long day, I think im going to take a walk"

don't be too long, its a full moon tonight.

"how could I ever forget" Remus said with a smile, and with that he left.

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Remus took a walk around the grounds, and finally collapsed on a stone bench by the moonflowers. ugh fucking moon flowers, he hated them. they only bloomed at night and only the magical ones bloomed on full moons.

Draping his arms and head across the bench as he knelt in the grass Remus sighed, trying to steady his breathing. In. Out. In. Out. but then the pace changed, the rhythm uneven, interrupted by hiccups, some breaths shallow, others unbearably deep like it was the first breath of air he'd ever had. Oh, he was crying, Remus realized. apparently he was still human enough to cry. Then he looked at the moon, steadily rising in the night sky and cried even harder.

"-i wish,I fucking wish" he hiccuped. "that I could just be fucking normal for one goddamn night, get dressed up even. Hell maybe I could go to the fucking black party." He mocked a posh voice "Wouldn't that be a ball" and he was laughing as he cried. He heard a rustle behind him, felt the shadow being cast on him and looked up.

A stag, a rather large one at that. That was odd, something about him reminded him of Peter.

it's dangerous to wish upon moonlight, hadn't you heard

"I think I've apparently preemptively paid my price, thanks for the concern." then Remus was looking at the stag oddly, he was different in the same way Peter was.

"besides," Remus continued conversationally, "I hear that werewolves come out on full moons, nasty things those werewolves are, can't trust them. You better run along before you get mauled."

you only change at midnight, I think im fine

this shocked Remus, he did not expect the stag to know he was a werewolf and was hoping for him to run along and let him continue being dramatic in the moonlight.

so about those wishes, what would you do for them

Remus could tell when someone was trying to change the topic, so he obliged.

"what would you do if you were in my situation?" Remus asked, not willing to play the stags games.

i would kill, hurt, take my revenge, my justice, take what's mine, my rights

"you and I are not very alike then, I don't think I ever could do that." This seemed to please the stag as it's upper lip curled just a bit.

please, call me James

and with that Remus felt the tingle of magic under his skin, yet it wasn't in a bad way like normal. Not understanding what was happening, but embracing the feeling, Remus shut his eyes, stood and let whatever the apparently magical deer wanted to happen, happen. Was it odd to say that he trusted this deer as much as Peter?

when Remus opened his eyes, he was wearing a white suit with blue and gold accents and he was standing in something hard, but not uncomfortable. He looked down. Fucking moonstone shoes. what the fuck. how were they not a) heavy as all get out b) uncomfortable as all get out and c) why there weren't literally any other material that wasn't moonstones.

"look while I appreciate being told I need fashion help,I don't think i-"

I'm not finished, the stag, James, said amused. then he turned around to a pumpkin in the garden.

Suddenly the pumpkin was growing, then it was paling in color, and then it was hollow, and then there were craters and oh shit, James , a deer, James the deer, had a fucked up sense of humor turning a pumpkin into a moon carriage that glowed in the other moons moonlight. Moon moon moon moon moon. Remus thought to himself in disgust. Remus just wished he understood what the punchline was.

"again, while I appreciate being told I need better wheels I still don't-" James laughed, or neighed, or whatever it was that stags did.

you're very impatient and then there was a rustle again, this time smaller

James turned around, not angry, not amused, but like something he had rather wished not to believe had made sense.

and look, now we have our mighty steed! James whipped his head around, and Remus cried out, recognizing Peter. Peter squeaked in fear and turned to run but was too slow. at an uneven pace his body began growing and shifting until he was a "mighty steed" as James put it

"Peter, are you ok, can you hear me?" the horse, Peter, nodded. James looked shocked, well as shocked as stag could look Remus supposed

you call him Peter?

"yes,I call you James and I call him Peter, there are these things called names you see, they're very funny" Remus retorted, angry that his friend had been turned into a horse

"Look mr.I would murder someone stag,I don't appreciate my friend being turned into a horse and would rather you tell me what's going on or turn him back this instant." James grinned,

for a smart one you can be stupid. I thought it was obvious, you have to arrive at the black mansion in style of course.

Remus gaped, no he couldn't do this, what if he was caught by his family, what if he hurt someone, what if he-

as he started to voice these complaints to James he was cut off

you've got one shot at normal, maybe even turning your life around, will you take it?

Remus didn't know if he could bear tasting normalcy and then having it ripped away from him but he couldn't bear it either way so he nodded.

good, because otherwise all this transfiguration would've gone to waste.

"transfiguration- wait- how do you , can you-"

well would you look at the time, the party's about to start, hop on lets get going, no time to dawdle and James nudged Remus into the carriage where Peter had hooked himself up begrudgingly.

"wait why are you doing this, what are you?"

who knows, maybe I'm your fairy godmother or something, did you ever think of that hmm, and frankly,I don't care.

and with that, James was gone.

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Sirius sighed. He would have much preferred a quiet celebration with his best mates Peter and James but sure, why not, throw a lavish party, thank you.

Still it's not like he could complain, he liked dancing, he liked people, sometimes, and he liked meeting young men. Sirius knew part of the reason why his mother was hosting this party, so he could find a nice wealthy respectable lady, get hitched, get her prego and create another bundle of tiny blacks.

Not like that would ever happen if men kept looking the way they did, and that didn't appear to be stopping anytime soon so he got ready for the ball.

An hour of prep later, freshly showered and clothed in a black suit with red and gold accents, standing in front of the mirror Sirius was wondering if he should even go to this party in his honor. He could just bail, it's not like he didn't already know all of the men going and that they were all pretty damn straight. and boring, can't forget boring. He could just grab James and Peter, get some firewhiskey and waste the night away, yeah that sounded nice.

Speaking of James and Peter, he was beginning to get worried. Peter had been pretty flighty as of late saying shit like he was seeing his "werewolf friend named Remus that was being abused" honestly, Peter should have outgrown imaginary friends, but that seemed rude to say so Sirius went along with it. He was beginning to grow rather concerned as Peter's description of his, Remus's, abuse was growing rather vivid, and very violent. James on the other hand, well they were attached at the hip. while the blacks and potters didn't necessarily historically get along very well, that had never stopped James and Sirius. maybe he was out prancing in his animagus form? He had been doing that a lot too lately as well. Or maybe he was trying to woo lily, who knew?

finally, James showed up, a half hour before the party started covered in leaves and looking magically exhausted muttering something about "a moon, a giant moon, damn im so fucking good" and laughing to himself.

"Oi James, fucking finally? Where have you been? does this mean we're skipping" James swayed a little in place and Sirius immediately fetched him some water. At the word skipping James straightened up, trying to keep a calm face.

"No no no, it's your 19th birthday. I think you should go, I have a feeling this one'll be special."

that was odd. James and Sirius both knew that his birthday often turned into a shit show as they both grew bored with the company and the whole thing in general and decided to plan a monstrous prank. not something "special." giving up trying to understand the inner workings of James's mind Sirius sighed and said simply

"i have a green suit that will go nicely with your eyes in my closet, get the leaves out of your hair, try to make yourself presentable and I'll go get it" James grinned that classic James grin and saluted

did not mean to hit send yet whoops

"yessir" and began fussing with his hair trying to get leaves and sticks out. Sirius rummaged around in his closet, still worrying about Peter. when he voiced this to James, James merely grinned wider and said "I think he's hanging out with his werewolf friend"

"On my birthday?" Sirius whined James laughed and said simply

"as much as it tries to, the world does not revolve around you."

Sirius sighed dramatically once more, looked at the time, and got ready to go greet his arriving guests

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Remus's family was wealthy, he knew that much, but what he did not know was that his wealth was inconsequential in comparison to the blacks.

a mass of black brick, gargoyles and buttresses that was the black mansion spread across the horizon as the steady line of extravagant carriages grew nearer.

Remus swallowed his nerves and adjusted his hair and after what seemed like ages they arrived. Remus tentatively walked the steps, not trying to feel self conscious as he was walking alone, while everyone else was in groups of around 3 or more.

"name sir?" Oh shit, Remus forgot about this part, the overly dramatic "hey let's announce your whole presence so your abusive family knows you disobeyed them and shit" part. panicking, Remus said baldar io. baldar after one of the arabic words for moon and io after jupiter's moon. shit. he just named himself moon moon.

"SIR BALDAR IO" the man cried out, and more than a few heads turned, at this unfamiliar name.

Remus shrunk under the attention and decided he would make his way over to the buffet as gracefully as possible when the large double doors at the end of the room flung open. Out walked a woman and three men, all with jet black hair. Remus would have assumed that they were all related if it weren't for the jet green eyes of one of them, while the others had a stark grey.

Remus couldn't help it, he was a little amused, and a little disappointed. The infamous blacks were rather ordinary looking, the younger one, that Remus assumed must be Sirius, had short black hair and a hollow gaze. and Then all of them shifted, and Remus's eyes widened as a hush filled the room.

"the young Sirius black!" the woman, his mother, announced. Sirius black was more than Remus could have ever imagined beauty to look like.

his hair was long and black, obviously, but it curled at odd romantic angles, his jawline looked like it was sharp enough to kill, but would settle for helping give gentle kisses instead, his eyes lacked the piercing violent ferocity that the other 3 blacks had, but looked as though it's own ferocity was nothing to be mocked.

Remus openly gaped, and even heard a couple of chuckles around him as people noticed.

the man, Sirius black looked bored yet intrigued by the whole thing, like he was waiting for something special to happen but was disappointed it hadn't happened yet.

Remus had to leave he had to get out, shit how could he even be in the same room as this man without combusting he would never know as he turned to leave, Remus realised he was gathered in the middle of the dance floor with everyone else and the music began to swell.

shit shit shit shit shit.

"I can't help to notice you're looking a little lost." without turning around Remus chuckled

"you would have noticed correctly then"

"So what brings you to the dance floor if not to dance?"

"I was-" Remus turned around and silently gasped, Sirius black was standing in front of him, smirking.

"well then, shall we show them all up and dance absolutely divinely, badar io?"

"I-I'm afraid I wouldn't be doing much showing up as I have no clue what this is,"

"Well you see, this is called a waltz, Shostakovich Waltz No 2 to be precise." Remus rolled his eyes at sirus's teasing.

"Believe it or not I can recognize shostakovich when I hear it, I mean, I do not know how to dance to it. this one looks very specific." Sirius's face broke out into a full fledged grin as he said

"No better time to learn than the present, and I happen to be an excellent partner."

"And a modest one too" Remus said dryly as he awkwardly shuffled, not knowing what to do with his limbs

Sirius noticed and took pity on Remus as he gently grabbed Remus's wrists, and guided the left hand to his shoulder, the right enclosed in his own and then sirus's hand was on his waist, unconsciously circling the fabric there with his thumb. Remus's breath hitched. He was in for a long night.

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this one, this one was funny, he was interesting, bloody gorgeous, and best of all, as gay as Sirius was. He had recalled hearing the unfamiliar name "badar io" and was immediately intrigued, but also confused when James laughed like this was the funniest thing since his first prank.

James, taking mercy on Sirius's confused and desperate expression, happened to point out the young rugged looking man that was confused on the dance floor.

And so Sirius had walked up to him, smirking, laying on the Sirius style charm, and then he didn't know how to dance which Sirius really shouldn't have found as endearing as he did, and then, one itsy bitsy final test, Sirius put his hand on badars waist, circling it, very consciously mind you, with his thumb and did a victory dance in his head as badar's breathe hitched.

he was at least a little gay alright.

So the night went and Sirius had only eyes for badar, and it seemed badar only had eyes for him, but more so than in the "hey it's Sirius black, how cool is that" way. like Sirius was his own person, interesting and attractive, and Sirius could've drowned in that look the entire night.

Instead he settled for flirting and far too personal questions. He had never really had the time or patience for small talk and this man was obviously his soulmate.

Sirius had had no belief in soulmates whatsoever until he laid eyes on badar. and his beliefs were only confirmed as he had begun to relax, get into the flow of the music, crack wry and witty jokes, and eventually flirt back.

Sirius had held no belief in true love either, or love at first sight, but as he was quickly learning, he needed to open his mind more.

"favorite color" Sirius asked, dead serious. ha, serious he thought, the pun never failing to amuse him. badar laughed, a sound Sirius thought might possibly be his favorite in the whole wide world.

"You go from, biggest fear, greatest insecurities, what are some of the morals you live by, do you believe in second chances to what's your favorite color?" badar laughed again. "you seem to enjoy doing things backwards. it's silver. What about you?" Sirius stared intently into badars eyes and his answer had changed from the usual red or maroon to a brilliant gold, just like badars own irises

"gold"

"ah yes like your suit which is not at all gaudy in any way shape or form"

"Oi ill have you know this suit is top of the line thankyouverymuch."

"I'll have you know that top of the line can be gaudy, thankyouverymuch"

Sirius laughed for what felt like the millionth time that night.

"do you want to get out of here," he asked?

badar coughed

"ar-are you propositioning me????"

"what- OH- oh no no no, shit, no,Ithought we could go into the garden, give you a break, check out the lights and talk some more maybe?"

"oh, ok, that sounds lovely. but ill have you know I'm not accepting because im tired, im accepting because you look tired and Iobviously have far to much stamina for you"

Sirius laughed again, but truth be told, he wanted to see how much stamina badar really had, he wanted to-

coughing and adjusting himself, he led badar out to the back gardens.

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The blacks had certainly not spared any expense when it came to floriculture, the garden was decked out in strongylodon macrobotrys, chocolate cosmos, dendrophylax lindenii, shenzen nongke orchids and-

Remus laughed, moonflowers, but only magical ones. only ones that bloomed on full moons,

It was odd, hearing Sirius laugh and pay attention to him like he was the most interesting person in the world.

It was odd, hearing himself be referred to as badar.

it was odd, he rather liked badar, it was like an alter ego, a persona, except it felt real. With a start, Remus realized that was because he was simply being his genuine self.

it was odd, seeing the usually confident Sirius black shyly not make eye contact as his soft hands intertwined with Remus's.

It was odd, feeling his own arm move over to run his fingers through Sirius's soft hair.

it was odd, being close enough to count his eyelashes, to feel his breath on his lips, to see every detail of his eyes-

it was odd feeling soft lips pressed against his own for the very first time

it was odd as he relaxed into Sirius's arms, as his eyes fluttered shut, as the tingling drifted from his stomach all the way to his finger tips.

It was odd trusting a person so completely and fully as he did Sirius, and have them not even know his real name.

His moment of bliss was interrupted as he heard an ominous dong of the giant clock in the garden.

Shit shit shit fuck shit fuck dammit fuck

Remus didn't know how he would handle going back, knowing the tenderness he was missing, the soft hands against his own, something kind and loving that was in the world, but he knew he must.

He pulled away frantic and said

"thank you, thank you so, so much- b- but-I really have to go." Sirius looked crestfallen at this but reached out and grabbed Remus's arm before he could fully flee.

"will I see you again" that set off the waterworks for Remus

"No, I don't think you will." The clock rang out again. and pulled Sirius in for one final chaste kiss. and then without knowing what he was doing he cried out "Remus Lupin!"

And he left, stumbling down the stairs of the garden that led into the forest, the one that connected with his own, leaving a moonstone shoe behind.

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when Remus woke up approximately an hour later (the moons were shorter when he was happy) He could remember feeling his paws pound against the forest floor. He could remember smelling home, he could remember only barely ripping out his own skin. Then he woke up, in a different kind of agony, like grieving a loss. Then he remembered the list of chores that had been left for him, that had barely seemed possible when he had an extra 3-5 hours to complete them. groaning he got to work.

Peter showed up, and was only mad at Remus for a little bit before he began trying to clean in his own little way.

finally after centuries, though it had only been two hours, Remus finished and, he tucked away his other moonstone shoe, (that for some reason had not transfigured back) and he fell into his bed and right before he fell asleep he could hear a door downstairs open, and the voices of his family walking in.

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Sirius was absolutely miserable it was three in the morning and he had gotten incredibly drunk with James and Peter immediately after badar had left. he didn't know why badar had left, why he cried out Remus Lupin, why he had kissed him so sweetly just to say he'd never see him again.

Sirius threw a pillow against the wall, feeling the impact of the sobering potion he had taken, and rubbed the moonstone shoe, the only thing that was reminding him that badar wasn't in fact a hallucination or a dream.

"James, he was just so perfect-Ijust-IthinkIlove him James,I Love him James and i'll never see him again, did you know there was never a badar io in our little town? He gave a fake name James!"

"what about the other name he gave, have you looked into it."

"What do you mean, other name- OH MERLIN ITS A NAME" A glimmer of hope shone in Sirius's eyes as he ran to the library where he knew there was a magic record of all legal documentation of families in their town. Was it illegal? yeah, but Sirius couldn't think about the morality of that right now, he was in love.

"Remus Lupin, Remus Lupin, Lupin Remus, Lupin Remus, Lupin Lupin Lupin ahA!" he cried out after flipping through pages, finally finding the Lupin line. "Remus, Remus, Remus" wait, that wasn't right, that couldn't be-

Remus Lupin, declared dead at age six, cause unknown signed- signed the entire Lupin family, what was going on, he looked down and saw a little photo and a sharp intake of breath could be heard behind him and honestly he did the same.

"James it-it says he's dead- but- but he felt- felt so- so- so- real" tears began to well in Sirius's eyes "How can he be dead?" but James wasn't paying attention, he was staring at the paper muttering

"they're worse than I thought I can't believe they would do that,I Can't believe-"

"James what's going on?" Sirius asked, his voice small.

"I guess you deserve to know,-"

James continued " what happens on a full moon?"

"What do you mean what happens on a full moon, James the hell?"

"What happens on a full moon at midnight" something clicked in Sirius's mind though he wasn't quite sure what yet.

"Werewolves but James what-"

"What would a wealthy, respectable family do if they had a son bitten by a werewolf at age six but couldn't kill him?"

"I Mean maybe fake his death and keep him hidden but don't see-HOLY SHIT" James nodded gravely.

"Those bastards, how could they do that to him!!!?!?"

"Before you decide to go charging in, you need to think, you're still the heir to the black family, think of something crazy, ridiculous and plausible that could get you safely into the Lupin household."

"Jamesy my boy, do you even know who you're talking to?" Sirius said with a mischievous grin

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Sirius woke to the sound of giggling and his sisters running downstairs.

It was 11 in the morning, they had let the monster sleep him, how nice. He must have done a good job last night at cleaning. Gingerly he climbed down the ladder and stopped one of his sisters, Drizella.

"Drizella, what's going on? Remus queried. Drizella sniffed

"If you must know, Sirius black has announced he's looking for his true love, and whoever fits the shoe that was left behind by her!"

"Who's ‘her’?"

"Apparently he danced with one maiden and one maiden alone the entire night and she had to leave at midnight but didn't give him a real name and as he ran off, she left behind a moonstone shoe!"

A maiden now, was he? Remus chuckled in his mind and headed back to his room.

As he sat down, he pulled out the moonstone shoe and held it softly against his chest as a reminder of-

Suddenly he heard an outraged squeak to his left and saw his father standing in the trapdoor of the attic, looking royally pissed off, and then he saw the door shut, heard the key lock, all before he could get there

And then he was pounding on the door, splinters in his fists scrapes on his palms and then he heard "he's coming by today, your prince charming, and he will marry one of my daughters and you'll never, ever see him again."

Remus cried out and buried his face in his hands unsure of what to do.

This time hours went by, and Remus was sure they were hours because he counted every last second. Then he heard a scritching noise under his bed so he looked and out shot Peter, looking concerned as he could be

what'd you do this time to be trapped in here Peter squeaked, horrified.

"I wooed the ever charming Sirius black and that was a no no"

Peter sputtered nonstop, starting and restarting sentences, when at that moment something crashed into Remus's room from the window.

"What the-" Remus began but was cut off by the new black haired green eyed arrivals

"Ok so Sirius is down stairs getting ready to slip the shoe on your sisters, he would rather only try you but we didn't count on you being locked up here" wait, was that.... James?

a voice behind them piped up.

"We could try to explode the trapdoor!" Pete added- wait Peter? Remus whipped around and groaned Peter was not a rat, well not at the moment, but he was still Peter. Remus could smell him, could hear the intonations in his voice.

"Animaguses,I Should have bloody known"

James just grinned that classic James grin and continued. "you better hurry,Ithink you're father's gonna try to fight the magic that Sirius placed on the shoe."

"what magic, why would he need magic."

"well, he kind of said... thathewouldmarrywhoevertheshoefit, because they would obviously be the one he danced with all night, and then-" James trailed off, thinking of words.

"-he knew that people would "be dying to get their paws on him maritally," his quote, not mine and so he placed a spell that the shoe would only fit the person it last belonged to but there are ways to overcome a spell and you're fathers attempting them right now also a sacred oath may or may not be involved in the whole 'ill marry whoever the shoe fits' thing."

"if the shoe fits, wear it" Remus muttered under his breath and then louder continued "Okey dokey so we don't have time to unpack all that but first- why this whole finding the feet of my 'princess' thing? if he really wanted to see me couldn't he have just, i don't know, broken down doors to find me or something."

"Always the romantic, Remus" Peter rolled his eyes.

"well, see, he's the heir to the black title, and well as much as he would love to abandon it all, he thinks he has a chance to use all that wealth and influence for good." Remus vaguely remembered Sirius implying something of the sort last night so he nodded, and James continued "so he couldn't just waltz in peoples houses being like 'ayo, are yalls Remus Lupin, lets get funky if you are' and such so thus, the extravagant plan was hatched." Remus laughed, that was just so like Sirius to do that it was ridiculous.

then at that moment a scream could be heard downstairs. shit

The three of them paled and Sirius and Peter ran over to the trap door, having a heated conversation back and forth about "what could we do" "uh levicorpus" "thats an ankle levitation charm, idiot." "Well maybe it would have levitated the ankle of the trap door and we could have gotten out." Peter hissed back, but Remus was barely paying attention to them.

He was instead, looking out the broken window James had crashed in on. realizing what must be done, Remus stepped on the window sill, and jumped.

To be honest, Remus had never tried to jump from 3 stories before but he could do 2, so what was one entire story difference? A lot apparently as he landed on his ankle with a thud, there was only so much a non moon werewolf could do.

Not letting it deter him and ignoring the confused cries from James and Sirius, Remus ran around to the front door.

when he finally arrived he could hear muffled sobs from Anastasia and his father's cold, uncaring voice. Not wasting another second Remus flung open the door, rage in his face.

Remus gasped as he entered the room, seeing the pile of blood at Anastasia's feet, seeing Drizellas shocked expression that she was next, seeing his father's frigid and determined expression, and his mother's sickly face that looked like she was regretting many things. Lyall had cut off her toes to fit the shoe. The bastard.

tired, ageless rage filled Remus and he was about to make good use of his werewolf wandless magic but stopped when he saw Sirius's confused, terrified, and admittedly freaked out face about the whole toe thing turn into one of relief and unmitigated joy. That stopped Remus cold in his tracks.

No, he'd made it this far in life with being a werewolf without killing anyone,no, he'd made it this far in life without being a monster and he wasn't about to change that now. Remus waved his hand and Drizella gasped as Anastasia's toes stitched themselves to her foot. Then he pointed his index finger at lyall.

His father was flung against the wall, pinned by an invisible force. Remus stepped forward coldly. He thought of everything he felt for Peter, Sirius, and even James, the meddling bastard. He thought of how it felt to be in Sirius's arms, how it felt to have them taken away and any lingering doubts disappeared.

"I am more human than you will ever be" Remus hissed and with that he dropped him, leaving him gasping for air.

Sirius recognized his cue and got on one knee, presenting the no longer blood covered shoe, thanks to a quick cleaning charm.

"hey Remus, sorry about all this."

"it's dramatic and gaudy and undeniably you,I wouldn't have it any other way."

Sirius grinned at this, and said "you know,I don't think you should ever consider a future in fortune telling, you said I would never see you again, and look where we are."

Remus's voice cracked "you have no idea how glad I am I was wrong." he whispered.

Sirius gestured to the shoe and Remus's scratched up bare feet, "may i" he asked nervously.

Remus slipped his foot into the shoe cautiously and then there was bright blinding light emerging from the shoe and then all at once it stopped.

Remus was standing in the suit he had been wearing the night before and so was Sirius.

Unable to help it, he flung into Sirius's open arms, needing to reacquaint himself with the feeling.

tenderly, Sirius tipped Remus's chin up

"hi" was all Sirius said, but this time it was Remus who closed the gap.

"hello, my names Remus, soon to be black I think at this point" Sirius beamed at this and said

"Remus black, I think I rather like that, well at least a lot more than moon moon" he teased, Remus laughed

"I panicked ok?"

"and so your instinct was just 'moons'? I'll have to keep that in mind in case I ever spring anything on you. 'hey babe can you do the dishes' 'uh hi my names esmeray ophelia'"

"ah, resorted to the dishwasher,I take it my fortune telling career did not go so well."

"Nope, i'm afraid it didn't, but it's so nice that you have an incredibly wealthy boyfriend/fiance/husband thing, how nice is that."

"Yes I am eternally grateful for my sugar daddy, my glucose guardian, my carbohydrate caretaker, my sucrose sweetheart-" Sirius laughed, and put his hands up in defeat

"you win, you win"

and Remus thought of all that he had gained in a matter of a day, his humanity, the love of his life, friends that were actually human (that part was rather weird and he was still reeling) and an escape from his family.

"Yes I rather think I did" and closed the distance once more

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Southern Hospitality | Erik Killmonger X Black Reader | Chpt. 2

Summary: College AU where Erik seems to make the reader’s college transition a nightmare, while some how making it better as well

Chapter 3 | Chapter 1

Word count: 2.8k

A/N: So I’m in love with this series, but please don’t expect updates this frequent. lol I have to warn yall that due to my school schedule I can be wilding inconsistent. But please enjoy and tell me what you think

It had been 4 weeks since your incident on the side of the road, and despite numerous run ins with Erik, the two of you haven't spoken since that night. You attempted to speak, or even just offer up a kind smile when you saw him on campus but Erik acted as if you were completely invisible. And if he did acknowledge you, it was simply with a slight eyebrow raise as if to say "why are you speaking to me". This just confirmed that Erik was in fact the asshole you thought he was the day yall meet in the cafe.

But since that night you've had time to recuperate and refocus. 4.0 season was back in full effect, and you were ready to have a hot girl semester. Especially with midterms approaching, the social politics of your life couldn't be your main concern. The organic chemistry you had sprawled out on the living room coffee table, took top priority.

"Fuck this!" you mumbled shoving the large green useless organic chem textbook onto the floor. That boost of confidence you just had, quickly dissipated and left you sitting confused on the floor.

"Hey babe, whatchu in here groaning about?" Mackenzie, one of your three suitemates, asked chipperly walking to plop down on the couch.

You held up the pile of homework, groaning even louder. Kenzie ignored it, and grabbed the remote from the side of you and flipped the t.v on to her favorite show, The Hills. A reality t.v show following the most privileged and prestigious white people in L.A. You assumed Kenzie liked watching this crap so much because it reminded her of home. Los Angeles, where she was a trendsetter spending her time in exclusive clubs, and spending $20 on a salad. Although popular, at MIT Mackenzie was no more than a pretty face that everyone was sure only got in due to her parents very generous donations to the university. As was the case with your other suitemates as well.

"No kenz, I'm doing homework take this crap somewhere else."

"Forget your homework! You're literally weeks ahead... you've earned a break."

You rolled your eyes then began to gather your school work. Taking a break wasn't a privilege you had. Either you work your ass off, or you went back home to Ft. Worth no in between.

"oh my gosh y/n, you should come out with us! Please, you haven't been out once this semester, reward all your hard work!" She begged.

Your immediate reaction was to decline. You weren't much of a partier to begin with, and you were a little uneasy about going out with your suitemates. The same girls who couldn't even wait for you in the cafe. But you struggled to make friends while being down here, your suitemates were the only people on campus you knew... besides Erik. You thought this could be an opportunity to see them as more than those rich white girls from the west coast, so against your better judgment you accepted the invitation.

"YAY, Y/N IS COMING!" Kenzie yelled down the hall to the other suitemates, who let out small shrieks and squeals from the other side of their doors.

Hours passed and it was time for you to start getting ready. You wanted to feel excited about tonight, but all that lingered was an anxious feeling in your chest. You had spent the past hours thinking of excuses to get yourself out of going, but any you presented to kenzie were quickly shot down, followed by your other suites mates telling you, no matter what you were going.

"Y/N!!" Mason shouted from the kitchen.

"We're taking shots!" Brooklyn announced, putting the shot glass in your hand.

On three, the four of yall took the vodka shots back. Some followed them with a chaser, and scrunched faces. You followed yours with another shot, this time Malibu Rum, something sweet to get the taste out of your mouth.

"You better be getting ready!" Kenzie shouted as she handed you a strawberry margarita. You nodded, retreating back to your room to start your transformation.

You assumed if you were going to go out, the least you could do was be the baddest bitch out. You did a balck and grey smokey eye topped with the most extravagant lashes you could find. Then topped your lips with your fenty lip gloss. You wore a black strapless sequined dress with a pair of pumps. Even if the night didn't live up to you expectations, this outfit certainly would.

"UBER'S HERE! HURRY BITCHES, LET'S TAKE ONE MORE SHOT!"

After downing your margarita, you went into the kitchen to take another shot of vodka.

"Now, where ready!" Kenzie announced.

The club your suitemates decided to drag you to, had a special MIT college night. Which meant reduced admission, and free drinks for all MIT students. As expected, what seemed like the entire university was there tonight. Usually the large crowd would have you feeling very self conscious and anxious. But you were starting to feel those shots from earlier and couldn't think of anything but dancing... and getting another drink.

"Coke and Henny for you." Brooklyn shouted over the music, handing you the drink.

You swayed your hips to the Drake song the dj played, and observed the various white girls attempts at twerking. If you weren't drunk you'd probably be judging them right now, but the liquor made you much more forgiving. It also made you have to pee.

You attempted to inform your suitemates that you had to go to the bathroom, but they all seemed to be preoccupied with dancing with brad, Chad, and justin to pay attention to you. The last thing you were going to do was wait for them. You were a grown woman fully capable of going pee, alone. So you set out to find your way to the bathroom.

You stumbled through the crowd, the bright lights blurring your vision. It was as if your brain wasn't able to focus on one thing, but instead tried to focus on everything. But despite your clear impairment you made it to the bathroom.

"You are so pretty, oh my gosh I love your hair, It's like snakes!" This white girl slurred as she ran her fingers through your box braids. You snatched your hair out her hands.

"Let's not do that!"

You proceeded to pee, then started your journey back to find your friends. Incapable of walking in a straight line you frantically bump and tripped over everyone you encountered. You made sure to say sorry to each person before bumping into the next. You were seconds from falling straight on your ass when two hands reached out and grabbed your waist.

"Where the fuck are your friends?" He growled.

You looked up to see Erik pulling you up toward him. He had one arm around your waist, supporting all the weight you just pushed on him. For a brief moment a smile spread on your face, happy to see a familiar face then you quickly remembered the bullshit he had been pulling these last weeks.

"Y/n, Where are you friends?"

"Fuck you! Get off me! You can't speak to me one campus, but now you wanna be here, that's hoe shit!" You protested, shoving Erik to no result. He still held you tight, and unless he allowed it, you weren't going anywhere.

"Where. Are. Your. Friends?!" He shouted once more. Speaking slowly as if to give the words time to really sink into your thick skull.

You took a moment to look around. This had been where your suitemates were when you left to go to the bathroom, but suddenly they were nowhere to be found. You spotted one of the boys that they were dancing with before you left to bathroom, and flagged him down.

"Where are my roommates?"

"They left about 10 minutes ago, something about hitting a different club."

You turned back to Erik who was very clearly aggravated. Despite being drunk you were still able to notice the vein that slightly popped on his forehead from his jaws clenching. Your heart dropped, you should have known better than to put an ounce of trust into those hoes.

"Ion got friends, fuck them bitches! ... I'm going home."

You started your walk to the entrance, and after a couple steps tripped over your own feet and fell straight on your ass in front of the bar. Once again, Erik was there to pick you up off the floor.

"Get the fuck up! ... I'm taking you home."

"I don't need help!" You objected all while gripping Erik's hand as he guided you out the club. You stumbled some, begging Erik to slow down. He swore that he was walking as slow as he could, and that your 'drunk as was trippin'. But you swore it felt as if he was making you damn near sprint down this street.

"Stop! Stop! I- I just need a break." You begged.

You released his hand and plopped down on the curb. Erik let out a frustrated sigh. He had half a mind to leave your dumbass here, but what you said earlier about there not being a lot of black people on campus really resonated with him. He felt as if he had an obligation to watch out for you, especially knowing if he didn't none of these whites would.

"Y/n... Let's go." Erik implored.

But you paid it no mind. The same feeling you had when you'd come home from the swimming pool and laid in your bed, like you could still feel the water swaying your body, that was the exact feeling you had right now. When you closed your eyes, the world melted. The loud music from the club, the fact your so called friends left you, Erik's nagging. None of it mattered.

"You got a hot 10 seconds." Erik announced breaking your calm. You stuck out your bottom lip pouting some, all you wanted was to sit here on this curb. Why was that so absurd. You slowly stood up, your head spinning as you did. Erik let you grab his hand and lean against him while the two of you walked to his car.

"Your friends aren't gonna be mad you left to campus without them? I would be mad if my friends left to campus without me. Oh wait, they did."

Erik chuckled some. Although he knew your calm demeanor about the situation was a result of the alcohol, he still appreciated the way you were handling the situation.

"Nah them niggas be ight, they asses don't even go to MIT."

He had parked in the grass, in the overflow parking. With each step you took your heels sunk deeper and deeper into the grass, making it more difficult to walk. As if that was what you need, a harder time walking. At some point the grass turned into a rocky patch of gravel, and your heel landed on a rock causing your ankle to turn and twist and you almost dropped to the floor.

"Ight, I'm getting sick of this shit y/n." Erik warned.

"That wasn't me, the rock! The rock!"

Erik helped you into the car then jogged to get in the driver's seat. Once he asked where you stayed, and as hard as you thought your brain couldn't come up with an address, just a vague depiction of what you think your student housing building looked like.

"The blue building"

"Blue bui- do you know home many fucking blue building are on campus?!" He scolded.

Immediately tears swelled in you eyes. You couldn't remember where you stayed, your suitemates left you, and now Erik was yelling at you. This wasn't what your first semester was supposed to be like. This wasn't what you came all the way to Michigan for.

"My roommates left, and now you're mad at me. I don't know what I did to make you hate me so much, I- I just wanted a black friend cause all these white people be pissing me off ... I wanna go home. I wanna go back to Ft. Worth. I'm calling my mom to tell her I'm coming home." You sobbed.

You fumbled through your small black clutch for you phone, but due to the alcohol, and the tears everything meshed into one big blur.

"No, your not calling your mom and your not going back to Ft. Worth."

Erik took your whole purse and sat it on the floor, beside his feet. Tears still streamed your face, and you continued to rant on about how mad Erik was at you and how much he hated you.

"You won't even speak to me on campus!"

"I don't hate you, and I'm not mad at you. Okay? I'm just trying to get you home safe. Okay. I- ... I'm sorry I made you feel that way."

The apology felt bitter coming off his tongue. If he thought you'd remember this conversation the slightest bit in the morning he wouldn't have said it. But at this point he just wanted you to stop fucking crying.

After asking a thousand questions to figure out exactly which blue building you stayed at, Erik was no closer to getting you home than before. His blood began to boil, the more frustrated he got, and he made an executive decision. If he couldn't take you back to your dorm, and he couldn't leave your ass on the side of the road, then he was just going to take you back to his apartment.

"Where are we going?!" You whined.

"My apartment, since you don't know where the fuck you live."

Erik pulled off, and started to drive. The two of you fell into silence, not like when yall first met at the cafe, this was mutual.. comfortable. Within a few minutes yall had arrived at an apartment complex that was walking distance from campus. Erik walked over to the passenger side and helped you out of the car. He held your hand as you wobbled to his apartment.

"Oh shit E, you didn't tell us you had company." One of his roommates teased as the two of you walked in the door.

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" His other roommate jokes.

"Shut the fuck up, for real." Erik warned.

The two frat like white boys smiles quickly dropped, and they darted their eyes to the floor not even daring to look up at the two of you.

"C'mon." Erik mumbled guiding you to the back of the apartment, where his bedroom was.

He shuffled through his drawers, then pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts. He tossed them at you, basically smacking you in the face. He told you that you could change since you probably didn't wanna sleep in your dress. You agreed.

Usually you were too bashful to change around peope, let alone a nigga. But the term liquid courage, was an accurate one. You shed your dress right there on his bed and changed into his t-shirt. Erik watched, surprised you'd strip with him in the room, but he didn't say anything.

"Imma sleep on the couch." He announced, after changing into a pair of polo sleep pants and keeping on his solid black t shirt.

"Noo, stay with me... I don't wanna go to sleep yet. Please."

Erik sighed then reluctantly sat alongside you on the bed. Again, silence filled the space around you two.

"You really should take your ass to sleep!" Erik said finally breaking the silence.

You didn't say anything. For the first time since you'd seen Erik in the cafe, you really took him in. His big arms, his low husky voice, and the gold caps in his mouth made your knees weak. You spent so much time focused on how big of an asshole this man was, you didn't realize how absolutely jaw dropping he really is.

Without much of a thought you crashed your lips into his, and to your surprise he kissed you back. Erik's hand traveled up your body until it landed at the nape of your neck. He drew you in close to him as he intensified the kiss slipping his tongue into your mouth.

Your body felt hot all over. You couldn't deny how bad you wanted him, and you wanted him now. While he kissed you, you tugged at the hem of his polo sleep pants, and at this point Erik broke away from you. He wiped the edge of his mouth averting his eyes from your gaze, then standing up.

"Go to sleep." He mumbled before flipping off the light and walking out.

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retroandreal · 4 years

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Lowkey (Queen of Thieves Jett x MC)

So like.. WTF I’m posting? 2020 started off well for me and I feel super blessed and inspired by the wonderful music around me. I also realised I completed this fic wayyy too late and is basically invalid now...

Anyway, this fic was inspired by the song Lowkey - NIKI and lemmi tell you I’m obsessed with it. I wanna give a quick shoutout to the Lovestruck Discord cause yall are amazing people (comment if youre reading from the Discord, xxxx)

Summary; Drinks with the J Team turns into a exclusive escapade with the royal cockblock from Jamie...

My thighs burn as we sprint away from the bank, the wailing sirens becoming more distant as I abruptly get yanked into a side alleyway and met with a hard wall. Hard? Very hard… and warm; Jett Slater’s warm, hard body that I have grown familiar with over the past months that I have been with the Gilded Poppy, more or less in more than a few ways.

“You ‘right there, love?”

“Yeah” as I try to get my breathing under control

“Very well…” as I shrug off my black designer leather jacket that Jett nicked from that boutique back in Paris. In another dimension I would feel sorry for the store credit, but the snooty assistant was eyeing Jett’s ass like a piece of meat, so she had it coming�� I guess.

“A’ight! Let’s head downtown for drinks! First rounds on me lads… and lass” Geoff exclaims overenthusiastically.”

Jamie and Jett are still on harsh terms after our cover was nearly blow from, as Jett described it; unnecessary bravado. In hindsight, that totally could have been unavoidable but there was no need for him to be that intense to the guy.

As the four of us enter the bar, whiskeys are passed around our group as the J Team reminisce on the old times and past heists before I was ever even in the picture. A massive load-off is lifted off of my shoulders as Jett laughs as a funny tid-bit Jamie recalls from back when Jock was still alive. I would of love to have gotten to know the guy more, but bloody murder had to get into the way.

Jett’s calloused, warm hand slides up the denim on my thigh as my less than sexual thoughts are interrupted by his one-way-ticket into my pants. Discreetly coughing into my glass tumbler, Jett’s fingers make a beeline towards the zipper of my jeans and slides his index finger into the waistband of my lacy boy-shorts. The coolness of the whiskey doing nothing to calm the rising heat and pool of tension within my tummy, I quickly excuse myself to go to the bathroom.

“Goin’ somewhere, love?” Jett’s signature smirk does more than turn me into putty and just makes the throbbing between my legs much more unbearable. As he takes my hand, the electricity than ran between that point of contact ignited the liquid courage overriding my brain as I respond in my most seductive voice, eyeing him through my lashes and innocently looking up;

“Let’s go somewhere a little more… exclusive” running my tongue across the bulging vein on the side of his neck. Not bothering to bid farewell to Jamie and Geoff we speed-walk to the closest, lowkey hotel and hastily reserve a room with a king-size. Knowing us and our very physical relationship, I know we’re a little too fucked up to stay still as we practically tear off each other’s clothes but still being as quiet as we can since we never asked if the walls are sound-proof unlike back at HQ.

“Pick your poison, love. I’m all yours tonight until the sun comes up.” His Adonis-Belt and his glory below on full view of my hungry eyes.

“Let’s not think too much, Jett. I want you. Now.” Crawling between his toned legs and eyeing what I want.

“Bloody hell… you’re so sexy when you take charge. So… bewitching”

~~~~~~~

Basking in the afterglow of our love-making, Jett and I are face-to-face on our sides with our noses nearly touching if one of us were to move closer by even just a centimeter. Remembering back to what we discussed on the rooftop pool, I feel my heart drop into my stomach as I just can’t shake the uneasy feeling that Jett doesn’t want an exclusive label for our relationship despite communicating to have a monogamous relationship together. I would love to have the title as an official couple and to freely refer to him as my boyfriend, but I know life isn’t black and white, especially since we’re always on the run from the law.

“Love, what are you thinking? I hate seeing you not smiling” as he moves my hair out of my face and caresses the side of my face, wiping away any of the sweat that stuck to my temples.

“N-no-nothing, Jett… I’m just thinking about what ar- “

Bzzt bzzt bzzt “I-I better… get that…”

Shit… way to cockblock pillow talk time, phone. Unsteadily reaching for my jacket’s inner pocket, Jamie’s name appears on the screen with a text:

[MC, can we get lunch together tomorrow? As a team, and an apology for nearly blowing the mission.]

[Ok, yum cha all good?]

[Brilliant, see ya]

~~~~~

“A’ight, I have another appointment soon. And by that, I mean a date. Ciao, lads and lass.” I roll my eyes in Geoff’s direction as he leaves the table bill to be footed by the rest of us and Jett standing up not a minute after.

“Need’a head to the restroom before we leave then.” Leaving Jamie and I alone at the table. This is so dangerous. Not another minute later, Jamie then turns his body fully facing me.

“MC, I can give you a comfortable life. Not one that Jett is giving you right now. I’ve fallen in love with you”

Wide-eyed and shocked I look at Jamie for a solid moment, then glance to the direction of the bathrooms.

Jett is standing there, frozen and stoned-face. I know he heard every word of Jamie’s confession and he knows it too.

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toeil · 5 years

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summer is over, and so are we. [1] ↠ jung jaehyun

[pt.2] [pt.3]

➹ jaehyun x reader ➹ genre: angst, fluff ➹ word count: 2,104

➹ summary: He introduced you to a warm summer you thought you would never have to leave. Yet, here you are, in the middle of a ruthless winter which’s ending seems to be nowhere in sight. a/n: yall remember her? im bringing it back lol

It still hurts a little bit. When I walk into that café down the street and I’m sipping on bubble tea, but you’re not the one sitting across from me.

“I’ve only had the matcha milk tea. I haven’t tried anything else.” You stood in line with Jaehyun, studying the menu of the endless flavors as you two waited your turn to give your order.

“Only matcha milk tea? I usually stick with the fruity flavored ones. Like, the mango and the lychee ones are probably my favorite.” He explained to you while he observed the staff create the drink of the person in front of you two.

“Would I like them?”

He paused for a second and thought about it, “yeah, you would! I think you’d really enjoy the mango one, actually.

A chuckle escaped your lips and you looked up at him, a bright smile overtaking your face, “I’ll trust you then.”

You two had noticed that one of the tables outside was vacant, a very rare occurrence. Not wanting to miss this chance, you had rushed outside and claimed the table as yours. You moved your chair and now you were seated next to Jaehyun, a mango bubble tea in the both of your hands.

“Can I try yours?”

“...We have the exact same one?” Although you were a bit confused with Jaehyun’s request, you still pushed your drink towards him.

“Yeah, I know. But I told myself if we ever came here for a date, I’d take a sip of your bubble tea, to you know, share an indirect kiss.” He took ahold of your drink and swirled the straw around for a way to avoid eye contact with you. He felt embarrassed, you could tell by the way his cheeks had turned a light crimson color along with the way his ears seemed to burn up, too.

A small giggle escaped your mouth. How could he be so adorable? “Well...why settle for an indirect kiss when you can get a direct one?”

He let out a shy chuckle allowing you to notice his dimple prominently popping in on the side of the cheek that was currently turned to you. Oh, the self-control it took for you not to poke it with your finger.

He licked his lips unconsciously and faced you, “I can kiss you?” You replied with an ecstatic nod. Maybe a bit too ecstatic.

“Then…” You intently watched his every move. The way his right hand had hesitantly come up to your face, his fingers shakily settling under your chin. The way his other hand was still holding onto the drink that he had entirely forgotten about. The way he moved in closer and then took a pause, allowing his eyes to trace over your face to memorize everything about it. His eyes fluttered closed and shortly after, so did yours.

He kissed you, your lips molding together like the last two pieces of an incomplete puzzle. At that moment it was just you two, your senses completely flooding with his smell. It felt like no one else was around, that the past and future didn’t matter anymore. The kiss wasn’t fiery or full of need. It was slow, cautious, sweet, full of promise and didn’t fail to make you feel tingly all over. It was comforting in a way that words could never be. That was when you knew you loved him. From the first kiss you two shared. And maybe that was when he did too.

When I stumble into the park at night, but it’s not you and I sitting on the swings cooling off from the heat of the day.

It was dark out and here you were, sitting on the swings at the park. The usual bird song and the baying of dogs were replaced with the sound of crickets. The unusual rustle of leaves at a time like this would heighten your senses and alert your brain, convincing it some type of danger was approaching, but it’s been different nowadays. Coming here this late has become a routine for you and Jaehyun. It’s a spot to take a breather and spend time together without having to interact with the busy bustle of the day. So you’ve learned to tune out such thoughts. And besides, with Jaehyun by your side, nothing felt as scary as it used to.

Usually, you two felt relaxed in this environment but tonight, Jaehyun was feeling tense and that face didn’t go over your head.

Your feet were planted on the rubber mulch while you used them to slightly sway yourself back and forth on the swing. Jaehyun was on the swing next to you not moving as much as you mainly because he was too busy watching you. Your gaze was set on the floor so he must have assumed you didn’t notice his stare but, of course, you did.

“It feels really nice out.”

Jaehyun sighed and looked away, “yeah, it does. Thank god it gets cooler at night time.”

You hummed in response before turning your body towards him, “are you okay?” He looked back at you and nodded. He held his hand out to you, palm facing up, wanting to hold your hand. You gladly obliged and as soon as you set your hand in his, he enclosed his fingers around it tightly.

It was silent for another few minutes as Jaehyun stared at your hand in his. His eyebrows were furrowed which could only mean he was thinking about something deeply and you so badly wanted to know what was bothering him. He took in a deep breath and finally spoke up, “I think...I...I love you.”

“Oh...Is that a bad thing?”

He quickly shook his head, “of course not! It’s just...I’m worried your feelings aren’t as strong as mine and that maybe you’d get annoyed of it or something. I don’t know.”

“I don’t think I love you,” you watched as his expression completely dropped, “I know I love you.”

Jaehyun let out a gasp and used the hand he was holding to tug you up out of your swing to bring you closer to him. You stumbled up and laughed as he pulled you between his legs where you stood and snaked your arms around his neck. You looked down at him with a grin, your hair now covering the sides of your face and coming down to tickle him.

“y/n! You scared me!” He whined, his bottom lip coming out in a cute pout.

“It’s what you deserve for being so silly and thinking that I’d get annoyed of you!”

“So you love me, huh?” He jerked his brow up cockily, doing a complete 180 from his pouty behavior from earlier in a matter of just a few seconds.

“More than anything.”

“Good, because I do too.” And at that moment, it was undeniably true.

When I’m laying in my bed after a long day, but you’re not there with the sheer comfort that your arms always provide.

“Oh, you’re here?” You walked into your room encountering Jaehyun’s body sprawled across your bed on his back, his legs dangling off the edge.

He nodded, “It seemed like you were having a bad day so I decided to put the spare key you gave me to use.”

Your shoulders fell, no longer feeling like you had to put up a front. Jaehyun could figure you out like you were the back of his hand. “You could tell even over text?”

“Of course I could baby. Was it work?”

“Yeah. I don’t wanna talk about it though, it’ll make me angry and upset all over again.” You sighed and combed your fingers through your hair as you moved across the room to set down your bag down on the dresser.

“Come here~” He opened his arms up without moving up from his position. You gladly complied and settled between his legs, your body falling on top of his. As soon as you fell down on him, his arms found their way around your waist and yours, in return, wrapping around him too. Your face nuzzled into his chest and you instantly were engulfed with his sweet smelling cologne tinged with the soft scent of the citrusy body wash he uses. The same smell that would stick to your bed sheets and provide you with comfort when he wasn’t with you.

“Ugh, I love your smell.” You mumbled into his chest.

He laughed and you could feel his chest vibrate with each breath, “why thank you! I work really hard to smell like this.” It was quiet after that. The only thing that could be heard was your breaths that were starting to sync up now and the sound of the tapping rain against your window that had started falling lightly just a few minutes ago.

“Oh! I did my nails yesterday and I regret it already. They’re so hard to work with.”

“Oh my gosh! Let me see!” Jaehyun started to lift his butt up off the bed to allow you to easily slip your hand out under him. Your heart warmed up with how genuinely excited he sounded. When you brought your hand out, he let go of your waist with one arm and grabbed ahold of your hand to get a better look. You watched him marvel at the fake nails that were glued to your real ones and you immediately began to beam. He always showed interest in every little thing about you and made it so difficult for you not to fall in love with him over and over again every single day.

“They’re so pretty,” he focused his gaze on you and brought his finger to boop you on the nose, “but not as pretty as you.”

You snorted, “you’re so cheesy.” Instead of letting you return your hand back under him, he continued to hold your hand against his body and shot you a grin, bearing his teeth and those dimples that you loved more than anything.

“Let go of my hand, I need to itch the inside of my nose.”

“No.�� You whined out his name in response.

“Worry not, I’ll itch it for you!” Before you could protest he picked out your index finger with his own index finger and thumb and began approaching your nose with it. You tried to move your head away and the sudden movement caused him to end up shoving your finger way too far up your nostril. You jerked up off of him, your hands flying up to your nose where you could feel the pain begin to spread.

You groaned with your eyes shut tight and Jaehyun flew up off the bed after you, his eyes were wide and full of worry accompanied with regret. “OH MY GOD Y/N I’M SO SORRY! ARE YOU OKAY!? LET ME SEE! OH MY GOD, I’M SO SORRY!” He grabbed at your hands and removed them away from your nose. He peered into your nose to check if you were bleeding. His relieved sigh indicated you weren’t bleeding at least.

Jaehyun suddenly grabbed the sides of your head and you let out a yelp when he tugged you into his chest, squishing your face against it, “I’m so sorry!” He continuously repeated until you muffled out an “oh my god Jaehyun it’s okay!” against him

“Are you okay?” He asked when he finally let go of your head.

“Yes, I’m fine, babe! Come on, let’s go lay back down.” He nodded and crawled up onto the bed, you following suit with the blanket that was previously at the foot of your bed. You opened it up and loosely wrapped it around him and then yourself. This time his head rested against your chest, the feeling of it rising and falling was therapeutic to him. Your hand played with his hair so softly that it was starting to make his eyes droop heavily with sleep. His arms gave your body a tight squeeze as he groggily mumbled out an “I love you.”

“I love you more, Jae.” And you did.

I met you in the summer, but I wish I hadn’t.

You were my first love, but I wish you weren’t.

I wish I was over you, but it’s been a year and I’m still dwelling on that summer that was once ours.

It’s winter all year long now, and it’s killing me. I need to feel the warmth that is you in order to survive, and I hate it so much.

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