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zuhoscrumb · 2 years

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Genre: Smut

Pairing: boyfriend!woozi X reader

Word Count: 1320

Warning/s: Swearing, Fingering, Blindfolds

Synopsis: You watch as your extremely talent boyfriend, Woozi, works on one a special comeback. Little did you know that was only one of the things he’s been working on.

A/N: WOW?! OMG?! IS THIS THE LONG AWAITED WOOZI FIC THAT I’VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT FOR 2 MONTHS?! Yes. This is by far one of the most vanilla things I’ve written so far but i hope you enjoy! I also did not proof read so… I’m sorry this took so long, I’ve been so busy and I hate to say that I’m only gonna get busier but I will try to work on requests for now! Happy reading!! Also feel free to send in a drabble (prompt list on my card in bio).

You woke up to the sound of your boyfriend playing the piano.

He's been working on his solo album and he’s been experimenting with different instruments. He seems really set on piano however.

For the past week you wake up to the wondrous sound of your boyfriend working his magic on the keys.

It’s something out of a movie. You feel like a Disney princess, waking up to your prince.

“Morning,” you say with a stretch.

“Hello sleeping beauty,” he says, continuing his beautiful melody.

You take your time getting out of bed and just watch him.

You look at his focus, his enjoyment, his passion.

You loved watching him work. Whether it was at home, his office, on stage- Jihoon was made for music and you knew it.

You made your way over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek,” I’m gonna get ready,” you smile before kissing him again.

“Do you have to go,” Jihoon stopped playing, and straddled the seat, turning to you.

“Unfortunately,” you say, letting go.

“Now I have to work alone with no one to entertain,” he sighs dramatically.

“You can entertain yourself,” you tease, undressing and turning on the shower.

You reluctantly get ready for work, and kiss your boyfriend goodbye.

It was a stressful day.

The printer got jammed twice, your coworker accidentally spilled coffee on you, your heel broke-

It was just… a mess.

You get home and flop on the couch.

You hear the faint sound of a wonderful melody coming from your bedroom.

“Is he still going,” you sigh.

You kick off your shoes and make your way to the bedroom slowly.

“How was work,” he asked, not breaking eye contact from the piano.

He spent all day on this melody and he’s almost done. He can taste victory.

“The worst, as always,” you say, stripping yourself of your clothes and putting on your pajama shirt and throwing yourself on your shared bed.

“Well I’m almost done here, we can do something to ease your mind,” he said.

Not picking up on his signals you give a tired,”Ok,” and proceed to scroll through your phone.

It was the same shit, people enjoying their lives, traveling, hanging out with their families.

You closed your phone and made your way next to your boyfriend.

You watched him skillfully glide his fingers against the keys flawlessly soothing you with each sound.

When Jihoon stopped he quickly scribbled the note on a piece of paper.

“I’m finally done,” he cheered leaning on your shoulder.

“Aw so I don’t get to wake up to you playing anymore?”

“If watching my hands makes you so happy I have an idea,” he smiles innocently.

You blushed a little but you didn’t want to get yourself too excited. Woozi was mildly sexually active.

It’s like after every session he would spend weeks building up stamina. This worked for you because he would give you more than enough pleasure to last you his recharge period.

He literally edged you for 2 hours once, trust me, it’s for your own good.

“Hmm like what,” you question, partly playing along, partly wondering what he was actually suggesting.

“Well…” he trailed off, going into a drawer and getting a blindfold.

He wrapped it gently but securely around your eyes and led you to the bed. He kissed you sensually while removing your clothing.

Whenever Jihoon took out the blindfold you never failed to get excited. You never knew where he was or what he would do or use next.

You sensed he moved. Out of the room maybe? You couldn’t be sure.

You heard the weight of his feet on the floor, letting you know he was back.

Sounds like he brought in a piece of furniture?

“Up,” Jihoon commanded, giving you his hand and helping you up. He laid you down on a long cushioned seat… the piano seat?

It was long enough for you to lay your upper body in it and for your feet to lay planted on the floor.

“Whenever I work you like to ask me questions, no?”

“Yes.”

“So consider this a quiz.”

You felt your partner’s hands rub against your thighs. He trailed up to your core and gave attention to your clit.

Your breathing started to get uneven at the sensation. There was a catch.

He's been giving you what you wanted for too long now. You knew him better than that. He wanted you to earn your pleasure. To deserve to cum.

He inserted two fingers into you and used the flat of this thump to rub your clit.

“I’m gonna play a key, and you have to tell me what it is. If you’re wrong, I’ll slow down or even stop. If you’re correct, I’ll take off one article of clothing. And when I’m undressed I’ll fuck you. Understand?”

The terms seemed pretty easy under normal circumstances, but you had fucking Woozi, of kpop boy group Seventeen’s, fingers inside of you.

“Yes.”

Jihoon played a key.

You felt every thought you’ve ever had drift away, including the answer.

“I- I don’t know,” you sighed.

Woozi reduced his speed a bit. It was the first question, you were nervous, of course he was gonna cut you a bit of slack.

You heard the second tone.

“C sharp,” you chirped.

You took a bit of piano in your heyday, only because it was mandatory to take an instrument, and you remembered C sharp.

“Good,” Woozi praised, removing his fingers temporarily before taking off his shirt and putting his pretty fingers back into you and rubbing your clit.

Realistically you only had to get 2 more right to “win” but that never completely registered in your head because of the feeling between your legs.

He played another tone.

You thought for a bit,”A Fla- A… Sharp?”

“Which one sweetie,” Woozi teased, biting his lip at the sight of you.

Slowly unraveling into a moaning mess as you indulge in his biggest fixation. His two worlds collided in such a way that he couldn’t help but get excited.

“Can you please play it again,” you whimper trying to keep your head on straight so you can get this shitty day fucked out of you.

He did it again.

“Flat, A flat,” you say confidently.

“Such a smart girl for me,” Woozi praised, sliding off his shorts.

“Last one,” he says, his fingers going deeper into you, rubbing a very sensitive cluster of nerves.

He played a key.

You trembled in silence as Jihoon impatiently awaited your reply.

“Mayb-“

“Fuck it,” Woozi cursed removing his hand and taking off his underwear.

He positioned himself between your legs and rubbed your clit with his thumb as he slowly slid into you.

Your breaths became even more uneven as you felt your partner's member fill you up.

After a few slow thrust to prep you he started to speed up.

You lifted your shirt and started to squeeze your breasts and pinch your nipples, the pain egging on the pleasure Jihoon put onto you.

You felt yourself come up on your first orgasm, Woozi did too. The way your walls squeezed his member so delicious made his thrust faster.

Your body worked him up so much that he felt himself on the edge too. He’s been dropping signals to have sex with you for weeks but you were just not picking up.

The way you obliviously turned him worked him up so much so he was basically on edge for days.

He was so satisfied to have gotten you back, to work you up, even though he gave up and gave in, in the end.

You came on his cock but his thrusts stayed consistent, he followed soon after painting your walls with his cum.

But this was just the first thing Woozi had in store for you.

#smut #seventeen #seventeen woozi #lee jihoon #woozi smut #kpop #kpop smut #fanfic #seventeen fanfic #svt #svt x reader

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sashi-ya · 3 years

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hi gorgeous <3 i literally die whenever i see you have your requests open, you’re my fave writer ahhh!!

first of all thank you for writing my past few requests i have LOVED them, you’re super super talented!!!

second of all, if it’s possible could I please request nsfw sanji x fem reader, where sanji is a soft-dom, the idea of him being dominant and sexy but still weak af is like AHHHH to me! <3 Literally include anything you like in it!!! 💓💓💓💓

Hi baby!! I feel so flattered with your words omg 🙊🙊💖. I hope you enjoy this little scenario of Sanji-kun being all dominant, yet soft! I tried to stay in character as much as I could, so I hope it's all right ♥ Enjoy please, and thank for all of the support. Love u! ♥

NSFW ~ Vinsmoke Sanji x F! Reader ~ "Good Girl, Mellorine"

TW: nsfw. Soft dom Sanji. Praising. Face fuck. Oral. Unprotected sex. Vag sex.

WC: 1.7K

A soft hand gently covering your mouth. Whispers in your ear, “I want you to obey me tonight”. You bite your lip, Sanji’s low voice in the middle of the night, surprising you while you are reading. You close your eyes, inhaling the scent of his subtle manly perfume mixed with tobacco.

“Yes, Master”.

“Good girl”.

You follow your blonde lover to the room, holding hands, walking behind him. Sanji’s hips motion is something special, you relish at the image of that strong legs modeling the black suit trousers he wears.

“Come on, Mellorine…” he says, and as much as he tries to sound dominant, he can’t help to show how much he praises you, how a gentleman he is.

“Can you… can you wear this for me?” he asks, showing you a piece of clothing like the one you two wore during the events of Onigashima. You smile sexily, somehow all of you hated the Beast pirates, but the attire they wore was perfect. “Of course, Master. Give me a second” you tell him, while grabbing the hanger and start undressing in front of him.

The cook, struggling not to lose all his blood through his nose, sits over the couch crossing his legs and waiting for you to put on the uniform. He tries to act like a true dom, and indeed he looks so sexy by giving you orders. Even though Sanji is as sweet as chocolate, he sometimes can be a dark bitter one.

Once you are all dressed up, leather stripes cross your body, barely covering your skin. At first, Sanji walks towards you, to kiss you, but he stops right away.

“Master, I’m ready to follow your orders” you tell him, encouraging to keep up. Sanji takes air, you can almost hear his heart beating with excitement. “Lap dance for me?” he orders -asks-. “Of course, Master” you tell him. Your body meandering to imaginary music, flowing softly, sexily, making Sanji drool at such a show.

“How beautiful you are, Mellorine” he whispers. You turn around, your hands traveling from your breasts to your waist. Hips side to side, looking straight into his eyes.

The cook, constantly fighting against a threatening nasal hemorrhage takes a few more seconds to enjoy the image of your sexy body in front of him, and then, lowers his zipper. Sanji takes his pants off. His boxers still on show wet spots all over and a growing bulge. His palm grazes the tip of his cock, while you dance showing off everything you got.

Sanji is on fire, he breathes fast. “Mellorine, kneel down for me” he commands, and of course you obey. Your hands rest over your thighs, you are completely submitted to him, looking at the ground with a side smirk on your face.

“Stick your tongue” he commands. “Yes, Master” you tell and opening your mouth wide, you stick your tongue out. Sanji comes closer, holding his swollen member in his hands. The tip of his dick, dripping precum, stimulating your taste buds. Delicious taste, as everything he produces. He jerks off, while you lick his gland. And even if he hasn’t given you the order yet, you know exactly how he likes it. So, you take your hands to his balls, massaging them gently.

Sanji moans sound heavenly as he sticks his sex into your mouth, pushing deep, touching your throat. You reach for his perineum with your index finger, grazing his ruffled skin back and forth. Your fingertip is menacingly wandering around his rear entrance.

As the stimulation makes him drift into the pleasure, he progressively forgets about chivalry and becomes feral. He grabs your hair and moves your head in and out, fucking your mouth mercilessly. He pants and sweats, wet spots showing on his shirt. “Good girl, M-ellorine…” he whines. You smile, gagging as his dick hits your uvula on and on. Eyes getting watery while you wait for his climax to inevitably come.

On the verge of ecstasy, while Sanji’s cheeks become crimson and his gold locks wavy because of the sweating, he backs off. “I want to come on your boobs, stay there” he commands. You, pleased with how he is expressing his needs, prepare yourself to receive his warm seed over your chest. You relish at the image of your lover clenching his jaw, closing his eyes, moaning, and jerking off violently.

Sanji lifts his shirt exposing his lower belly, showing you that black happy trail from his belly button to his sex. Muscles spamming as he reaches orgasm. Sweet release dripping on your chest, warm sticky fluid staining the black leather material of your uniform.

He flops into the couch behind him, trying to recover as fast as he can, because he feels guilty of coming first. But you are not mad at all. What’s more, you are horny as hell, your panties wet as your arousal grows stronger.

“Come to me, crawling” he demands. “Yes master” you purr, dragging yourself to him with a feline-like hips motion. You rest your head on his lap, caressing his strong thigh with your fingers. Sanji brushes your hair, “good girl, you are such a good girl, Mellorine”. You kiss his fair flesh. So perfect, so sexy, and warm.

Sanji lifts your chin up, so he can see your face. “You are so beautiful, (name)-Swan” he tells you, while his thumb grazes and plays with your lower lip. “Come on here, sit on your master’s lap”. You straddle your hips over his still overly sensitive member. The thin layer of cloth in between your sex and his seems like sweet torture. “You are so wet, babe” he tells you, while his right-hand travels from your nape to the small of your back.

The cook delights himself with your needy expressions as he surprisingly moves his hips up, rubbing his dick against your throbbing clit. “Sanji-kun” you moan, your body needs release, right now. “Mhhh? what is it?” he asks, a devilishly smirk on his face. “Sanji… Master, please…” you beg, as he is now making you hump over his lap.

“We have plenty of time, don’t you think, Mellorine?” he whispers, and suddenly he snatches from your hair, pulling your head back. Neck and chest exposed to him; he licks his lips ready to attack your flesh. And he does. “Stay still…” he orders.

Sanji's teeth graze your neck skin, he licks and sucks it leaving little maroon marks all over. “I’m gonna fuck you all night long, you know that?” he informs you, and bites your earlobe. “Yes, master. Please, fuck me all night” you whine. “Good girl, such a good girl you are” he whispers.

Kisses go lower, and lower. They arrive at your breasts, perfectly cupped by the leathery material of the uniform. But Sanji doesn’t really care anymore about it, he wants you naked, completely freed from whatever is covering you. “Bye bye clothes” he says, and with a sudden violent motion rips your clothes away.

Turgent boobs, hard nipples on his face, a little red drop falling from his nose. Sanji sticks his tongue out, letting a little string of saliva fall over your right nipple. You squirm at the sensation, and moan. Once it's lubricated enough, he nibbles onto it. He pulls from it; he sucks them with dedication. Your personal chef is sending you to heaven.

“S-Sanji… Sanji-kun” you moan, repeatedly. He stops the nipple heaven and asks you, “Sanji? You should call me master…”. “I’m… I’m sorry…” and before you could say anything else, Sanji lifts you up and stands up from the couch. You cross your legs around his tiny waist, and he walks towards the bed, kissing you passionately.

He throws you to bed, him towering you. He unbuttons his shirt, and pounces into you. Steamy kisses, you can't even breathe properly. "I love you; you know that?" He says with muzzled speech while pressing his lips into yours.

The chef kisses you from your chin, lower and lower. He spends a good amount of time on your belly. He is in love with that part of your body. "Spread your legs for your master, ok?" He commands. You separate your legs, and as Sanji goes down, you rest your them over his shoulders.

Like the good chef he is, the blonde appreciates the food he is about to eat. He bites the inner side of your thighs and kisses your sex softly while his golden locks brush your legs as he moves. And because he has a master in oral, Sanji attacks your core, devouring, tasting the honey of your arousal.

He becomes feral, you can’t even breathe. And Sanji, too. Sometimes you just need to grab his hair and pull from it just so he takes air. Your lover could die driven by your taste, and he would be happy.

Climax is about to hit you. And perhaps for Sanji too, because while he sucked your clit, he was jerking off the whole time.

You want him inside; you want him to stretch your walls. "Master…" you purr in between moaning. "Yes, Mellorine?". "Fuck me please, please master" you whine.

"You want Master's dick inside, don't you?" He asks and sticks his thumb inside your entrance. You moan, even if it's not his dick, you are so sensitive that sends shivers down your spine.

"Let me see how tight you are…" he tells you, fingering you, violently.

"Mh… yes, perfect" he says, taking the finger out and making you lick it. "Taste yourself, aren't you delicious?" He says, as you suck his finger with dedication and a messy expression.

And before you could say anything else, Sanji is already penetrating you. In and out, deep inside. Perfect hip motions, him softening the movements because of how strong his legs are. You grab the blankets, twisting in place, arching your back, panting.

Your cook, whenever he fucks you, he loses all sense of chivalry. Sanji passes his arm around your waist, so he can grip you better as he pounds into you. Feral grunts, whining, he is as strong as soft, a constant dichotomy, a gentleman, and a beast in bed…

You come first, that's Sanji's best motivation. And then he follows. Tonight, you forgot about protection, and you don't care. Sanji flops over you, his wavy blond hair tickling your neck. Soft grunts in your ear as his dick pumps his warm seed inside you.

"I love you, (Name)-swan" he sighs. "Me too, babe" you mumble, still trembling after such an amazing session… ♡~

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pedal-mail · 4 years

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A Walk Home

This is the intro to a much longer piece that I’m really hoping I’ll be able to finish! I hope you guys enjoy it!

Angelica Taffet had had about enough of customer service.

After being yelled at by two older women, being “pranked” by a couple of middle schoolers, and just generally dealing with a group of people that wanted to be anything but cooperative, she was ready to bash her head against a wall and scream for hours. Customer service was the worst part of the job. She’d much rather be in the back, taking stock. But her manager said she was “good with the customers” and “a polite young lady”.

“Thanks,” she had mumbled under her breath, “it’s the social anxiety.”

What mattered was that her shift was over and she could walk home now.

It was still light out, so she wasn’t too worried about popping in her earbuds and listening to some music while she walked. She was about to slip her phone back into her pocket when it vibrated. She pulled the notification down and opened her texting app.

Theo <3: are you out of work yet?

Angelica chuckled. She could practically hear her partner’s whining voice asking.

You: Just got out! Walking home now!

Theo <3: stay safe angel

You: I will! The sun hasn’t gone down yet, so it’s not too dangerous to walk home

Theo <3: don’t get lost again

You: That was one time!

Theo <3: lol

Theo <3: seriously though, watch where you’re going

You: Theo, I’ve got it!

Theo <3: just making sure

There’s a few beats of silence, and Angelic is about to put her phone away, when it vibrates again.

Theo <3: did you see that the next book in the series is available for preorder?

You: WHAT???

Theo <3: I KNOW!!!

Theo <3: i really hope they can figure out where Abe’s family is…

You: If they don’t, I’ll scream

Angelica and Theo had met because of their shared interest in the “Clockwork Fairy” book series. They had found each other online, and had instantly formed a connection. Not just over the books, but as people as well. They could rant and rave about the books day in and day out, but they could also listen to the other’s problems and passions and never get bored or uncomfortable. The two of them really were perfect together.

Theo <3: hey, have you drawn anything new lately?

You: Nah, not really. Been too focused on finishing up school

Theo <3: >:P

Theo <3: lame

You: Tell me about it

You: I can’t wait to finish school

You: Hopefully The Plan can pull through by then

Angelica bit her lip. It had been a while since the two of them had talked about The Plan.

Ever since Theo had gotten a place of their own, Angelica had talked about moving in with them. Their apartment was big enough for two after all. The big problem was that they lived on opposite sides of the country. Theo was in California for school, while Angelica still lived in Virginia with her parents. It was a bit of a pipe dream, sure, but Angelica had been saving up from her job. She couldn’t save every penny, but she was slowly making a dent in her end goal.

Theo <3: hopefully

Theo <3: you know, if you really can’t make it out here we can always live together later in life

You: I know

You: But I want to live with you as soon as possible

Theo <3: aw :’)

Theo <3: sap

Angelica chuckled. She slipped her phone into her pocket before she crossed the largest road between her house and the store she worked at. Her music was still playing. Some soft indie band she had discovered recently, she couldn’t remember the name of. She began to bob her head back and forth to the rhythm of the song. After she had crossed the road, she glanced behind her, before pulling her phone out again. Theo had already sent a few more texts.

Theo <3: i mean it though, don’t get your hope up

Theo <3: it’s a nice thought, but you can’t put all your eggs in one basket

Theo <3: or whatever it my grandma used to say

Angelica frowned and turned her music up a little louder to try and drown out her negative thoughts.

You: Can’t I just have this?

Theo <3: sorry, sorry

Theo <3: i just don’t want you to end up heartbroken is all

You: It’s going to work Theo. It has to

Theo <3: i admire your dedication

You: Thank you!

Angelica glanced up from her phone and realized she was already home. She slipped her phone in her pocket again and punched in the code that opened the apartment building’s main door. She stepped into the elevator and watched the numbers climb as it went up the building. There was no service in the elevator for some weird reason. She walked to the end of the hallway (to the right) on the eighth floor, and used her key to let herself into the apartment. Her mom was already standing in the kitchen.

“Hey sweetie!” She greeted. “How was work?”

“Awful,” Angelica replied. “I had to work returns today.”

Her mom tutted. “That’s good for you, dear! You need to get better about opening up to people!”

Angelica plastered on a fake smile. “Yeah, you’re right. I just don’t like it yet. I’m sure I will eventually.” She glanced down at her pocket. “When is dinner gonna be ready?”

“About five minutes,” her mom replied. “Why don’t you go change and then set the table?”

“Okay.”

Angelica walked down the hallway to her room, and quickly changed out of her work clothes into a pair of white shorts and her favorite pink sweater. She didn’t have time for much more than a quick “dinner time” text to Theo before she was setting the table and sitting down to dinner.

She served herself some of the spaghetti her mom had made, and nodded along to her dad talking about his day. Something about one of his coworkers getting a divorce. She secretly thought to herself that she was glad she’d never have to deal with that. She drifted off into her own thoughts after she had nodded along for long enough. Thinking about holding Theo’s hand and holding Theo while they watched movies and kissing Theo’s forehead right before they fell asleep and-

“Isn’t that right, Angie?”

Angelica jumped at her dad’s nickname for her. “Huh?” She asked.

Her dad chuckled. “I said you won’t have to worry about getting divorced! We’re gonna make sure of that!” She chuckled awkwardly, and looked to her mom with pleading eyes.

“Now, Robert, we talked about this,” her mom said. “Angelica can date anyone she’d like. We have to trust her judgement about who she thinks is right for her.”

“Thank you, Mom,” Angelica said, even though her stomach was churning.

“Well… I still want to give the final seal of approval before my little girl settles down!” Her dad said.

“I’m sure she’ll let you,” her mom said.

Angelica just nodded and began to eat again.

She finished quickly and excused herself to her room for the evening. She fell against her bed and stared out the window for a little while. The sun had set by now, but her neighbors' lights were on. She could see them through the blinds that had been drawn. She heard her phone buzz, and she hopped up to retrieve it from her hoodie.

Theo <3: you doing ok angel?

Theo <3: you kinda disappeared

Theo <3: dinner doesn’t usually take this long…

You: Sorry Theo, I was just thinking about some stuff

Theo <3: don’t hurt yourself lol

Theo <3: For real though, what’s on your mind?

Angelica sighed and flopped against her bed again.

You: Dad brought up marriage over dinner

Theo <3: >:P

Theo <3: yuck

You: Tell me about it

Theo <3: what’d you say?

You: Same thing I always say

You: I just nodded along and kept my head down

Theo <3: when do you think you’re going to tell them?

You: Which part?

Theo <3: both parts

You: The gender thing? Never. I’m fine with being a girl most of the time, there’s no point in correcting them

You: The aroace thing? I honestly don’t know

Theo <3: have you told them we’re partners at least?

You: Are you kidding?

You: They’ll understand the aroace thing better than the qpr thing

You: Meaning that they’ll kick me out over it

You: The second one, I mean

Angelica sniffed quietly and squeezed her eyes shut to hold back tears. She felt the phone vibrate a few times in her hand, but it took her a moment to be able to look at it again.

Theo <3: it’s ok angel

Theo <3: your parents don’t control you. your parents don’t have final say over your life. they’re in the wrong if they think that you’re not right or broken or whatever. you’re one of the best things in my life, and i know that other people feel the same way. you’re a ray of sunshine, even if you aren’t the most outgoing person. you’re great just the way you are, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise

Angelica sniffed and let a few tears trickle down her cheeks.

You: Thanks Teddy Bear

Theo <3: any time

Theo <3: you wanna play a game or something?

You: Nah, I’m too tired. Can we just talk for a bit?

Theo <3: no problem!

Theo <3: can you tell me your theory about Abe’s family again?

Angelica chuckled. Theo had her theory written down in a google doc that they always kept open, they hadn’t forgotten it. It was just a distraction, but it was one that Angelica was eager to snap up.

You: Well… I still think that AF2 has something to do with it

Theo <3: how so?

The two of them talked about The Clockwork Fairy well into the night. Angelica had the day off work tomorrow, and it was a Sunday, so she didn’t have to worry about school either. So she could stay up until one am, no problem. She stayed up well past when her mom came in to hug her goodnight, well past when all the neighbors’ lights went off (well, most of them at least). She stayed up with Theo until she couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore and she passed out, still holding her phone.

She had dreams about fairies and robots and holding hands.

#my writing #original writing #ocs #I really hope I'm able to finish this piece but it's going to take a lot of work #but it's going to be really fun too!

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thatfairyfangirl · 5 years

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Heaven and Hell Chapter 5

Warnings: NSFW! Lack of Condom - remember to wrap it before you tap it!

Training of your powers really gave Xavier and Hank a challenge, it didn't work on the robots they had, but eventually Hank came up with a set of androids that he could program with fears. Warren watched your eyes blackened, the demonic smoke billowing from them and the subtle movement of your hand directing its path. He smacked your side, reminding you to run the obstacle course laid before you while you did your thing, having your back the whole way. He felt strangely proud of the progress you made in the last few months as you flipped and jumped through threat after threat, catching his feather daggers and using them to slice through drones and nets. You two really made the perfect team...Angel and Demon. But deep down he knew what a day of training meant...he knew eventually you would wake up screaming and come find him for comfort. It seemed the more you used your power the worse your dreams would become.

You hated power training days. Nights after you used your powers were always filled with the worst nightmares, all the horrific visions of fear resurfacing in your mind. You awoke with a start in the middle of the night. The school around you was silently sleeping as you sat up in your bed panting. You attempted to remind yourself the dreams aren't real...just your powers. Sometimes it felt like these dreams were your punishment, your personal hell for the demon inside. For a moment you sat with your head in your hands before looking up to your door. You knew Warren suffered from his own hell at night, terrible visions of the life he left behind that you never asked him about but deep down you knew them. You knew he feared the way Apocalypse changed him...or worse...what if it didn’t? Wondering if your best friend was awake you moved to the door, swiftly yet silently moving through the hall to Warren's door. So many times before you just let yourself in, why should tonight be any different? “Hey War, you asl-” your words stuck in your throat as you looked up to him, frozen with his long thick cock in his hand as he sat facing the strip of pictures from the carnival photo booth. You must have really pushed yourself today...You were earlier than normal. You watched his eyes travel up you looking so innocent in your pastel pink pajamas. He couldn't count the amount of times he dreamed of tearing them off of you, tasting the mounds of flesh that hid underneath. He gulped hard as he sat there, knowing he was caught as your lower lip tucked itself under your front teeth. You couldn't count the amount of times you wondered how big it was...and now it was staring at you.

“So are you going to help or…” he joked attempting to alleviate the situation.

But you couldn't think of a better distraction from your nightmares than doing just that. Your look of shock and awe melted into a devilish smirk and hungry eyes as you peeled the t-shirt over your head. “If you insist.” You answered as his jaw fell slack watching you move closer before kneeling before him, looking up as if you were ready to worship. Oh God you looked so perfect to him in that moment.

His mind raced with all the things he wished he could do. Even with you like this, knowing you wanted him as badly as he wanted you there was more...things he was sure you’d never let him. If only he could tie you down...blindfold you...gag you...make your flesh red with handprints. The fantasy made him twitch before he drew in a sharp breath, the feel of your soft lips caressing his tip snapping him out of his day dreams and into the moment to enjoy. He purred as his hand slipped from his flesh into your hair, gripping it lightly as you sucked him. “Oh God.” He moaned as he felt you moving down his shaft and up again painfully slow. He knew he shouldn’t dive right in, make you gag on him...but oh god he wanted to. Despite himself he pushed against the back of your head, showing restraint as he lightly guided your pace faster, your face a little deeper on him until you found the perfect pace to make him stretch out his wings and let out a primal moan. He could feel you smile around him as your eyes looked up, drinking in the pleasure in his eyes as you teased the sensitive member with your tongue. “Come here.” He finally whispered huskily as he took your hand, pulling you up to him.

You rushed up to his level as your lips collided, tongues dancing as his arms wrapped tightly around your torso. Kisses trailed down your neck and chest before his tongue swirled over one nipple, pulling a sigh of pleasure from you. His hand cupped the other breast, massaging it somewhere between rough and gentle before he lifted you to flip you on his bed. He let out a guttural grumble of pleasure as he tore your pajama bottoms and panties off. You let out a gasp of pleasure as he hooked his arms under your legs, gripping at your hips from behind You felt soft kisses up the inside of your thigh as you watched his razor sharp wings curl above you both. A soft blissful “ahh” escaped you as his tongue found its way to your clit, gentle yet rough as he devoured your sex. Your legs wrapped around his head encouraging his passion. You felt a hand travel up gripping a breast roughly, making a wave of pleasure rush over you, leaking out for him to lick up.

He moved over you, his tip hovering over your glistening wet hole as he looked down into your eyes. “You sure babydoll?” He asked, wanting to make sure this was what you really wanted. You nodded as your leg hooked over his hip, guiding him into you. He moved slow inside, taking his time to let you stretch around him, let out a primal sound, savoring the feel of you he only until now dared to dream of. You arched your back sighing passionately as he began to rock in and out of you, supporting himself on one hand as the other played with your breasts. Your sighs grew louder as he got faster, tougher until he was pounding in and out of you strongly making your breasts jiggle from the force of him. Your grunts and sighs mingled with the slapping of hips meeting as the eyes that looked down to you grew darker, imagining the things he was sure you would never let him do to you until his mind was lost in his desire. His hand smoothed up your chest, feeling your heart race before fingers wrapped around your neck. You tightened with excitement around him, releasing another orgasam over him inside you as one hand gripped his sheets. You looked up to him with wanting eyes, your hips began to rock up to meet his with more force as one hand moved to his fingers around your neck, confirming for yourself this was real. Feeling your fingers he pushed harder before hooking his arm under your back and the fingers around your neck traveled into your hair to pull you up into his arms, lips meeting for a raw passionate kiss. Your arms wrapped around him, nails digging into the small patch of flesh between his wings leaving scratch marks between the metal. He dug deep rough kissed against your neck and shoulders as he lifted to a kneel, lifting and dropping you his hips bucking wildly bringing you both grunting and groaning sweaty to heaven. You tightened like a vice around his thickness before your juices flowed once more before he pulled out of you, only leaving you empty just in time to squirt his release between the two of you.

You both flopped down panting and sweating as you wrapped your heads around what happened. “Did we just…” Warren's words trailed off into a grin as he looked over your bare body.

“Yup.” You chuckled letting him wrap himself around you. You both simply laid there enjoying the moment looking up into each other's eyes, caressing each other lightly before you both reached to each other, pulling the other into another heavenly kiss. “So are we…”

“I don't know babydoll...I'm not exactly what one would call good boyfriend material.” He answered truthfully. You laid there a moment thinking on what has just transpired, happy with the answer as he slipped from you to get dressed. He watched you lay there letting the answer sit on you, feeling very sure it wasn't the answer you were looking for but he didn't want to lie to you...and he sure didn't want you knowing the depraved things he really wanted to do to you.

“Ok...just sex.” You replied with a smirk as you hopped up to find where he flung your underwear to. He turned to you with surprise as you found the panties, slipping them on. “I am so ok with that.” You added, shattering his idea of you being so pure and chaste he ever had.

“You are?” He asked stepping closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You nodded letting your fingers explore the curve of his muscles. As fun as that was you wished he would have gone further, wished that hand was on your neck to choke, not to kiss...vanilla was alright but you wanted so much more than that. And you didn't want to be tied down to someone who wouldn't tie you down.

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Warren strode into the kitchen grinning down to you, his hand caressing your back as he passed. Peter rose a brow watching the two of you, reaching an arm out to tap Jubilee on the shoulder, drawing her attention to the scene about to unfold. “Morning beautiful.” He murred as he scratched behind your ears.

“Hey there bird boy.” You answered with a grin purring with delight as you leaned into the affection. “Last night’s flight was fun...can we do it again tonight?”

“Flight?” He asked with a confused brow as he leaned over you to grab a piece of the tost you were eating. He groggily searched his mind for a late night flight but all he could remember was the heavenly pleasure you shared last night...at least he thought you did...was it just a dream?

“Yeah.” You chuckled as you rose, your fingertips tracing up the muscles of his arm. “It was like you took me straight to heaven.” You winked before rising on to your toes to kiss him on the cheek. “Especially when you did that thing with your tongue.” You whispered softly in his ear. Warren’s eyes widened as he looked down into yours, his mind racing with all the suggestive things you have said to him over the last few months...every tease you dealt to him...realizing they were fully intentional, that you knew what you were doing. He grinned as his hand snaked around your back, your audience at the edge of their seats as you looked into each other. He gripped the back of your shirt letting a pleased low grumble escape his lips as they lowered toward yours. You let out a soft sigh of pleasure as you felt his breath against your lips as his hand cupped your cheek and pulled you into a deep passionate kiss.

“Oh my god finally!” Jubilee shouted over her bowl of cereal. You both laughed your foreheads resting against each other...if only they knew what had happened last night.

He released you from his grip letting you sit back down to your breakfast before he went to go get some of his own.

~ ~ ~ ~

“So...my room or yours Babydoll?” He asked in a low gruff whisper as he leaned over you to help you line up your shot.

You grinned with a sideways glance over to him bending a little farther into the shot, your backside rubbing against his jeans to drive him wild. “Yours.” You answered as you took your shot, standing as the balls clacked against each other.

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newtnbeasts · 5 years

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theseus after leta

theseus x reader !!

word count: 1,812

warnings: sad boy, some fluff

You weren’t there that day, but your friend Newt told you about the look Theseus had on his face when Leta died. He screamed as they left the tomb, and stood weakly. After the chaos of Grindelwald’s spell had ended, Newt saw Theseus’ broken face, his normal confident stature was slumped down, his lip was shaking. You knew he really loved her. It was painful to watch the boy you had a crush on in school become engaged to Leta, but you all ended up working together so being friends with Theseus was better than nothing. You heard the news of Leta’s death through a coworker, and you immediately headed towards your dear friend to comfort him. You checked his flat first with no luck. All the lights were off with no sign of Theseus. Next you went over to Newt’s place to see if he knew where Theseus had run off to. You knocked on the door and heard footsteps coming towards you. After the click of the lock Newt opened the door.

“y/n.” Newt had a bit of surprise on his face.

“I’m so sorry to just pop by like this Newt but Theseus wasn’t at work and I heard the news and checked his flat-“

“Y/n?”

Theseus lifted his head up from the couch. He was laying down in what looked like pajamas, his hair unkept, and an unshaven face.

“Theseus!” You ran over to him, he stood up and you wrapped him in a tight hug.

“I came as soon as I heard Theseus. I’m so sorry.” You tightened your embrace until he let go. “She was so brave.” His face turned a bit red and eyes started to tear up.

“Theseus why don’t you sit down, and y/n and I will make some dinner.” He followed Newts orders, a rare sight. You walked over to the kitchen to help Newt.

“How long has he been here?” you whispered.

“Since that night. He says there are too many traces of her at his flat.” Newt replied.

“How are you doing, Newt?” you asked.

“I’ve been better, but it’s Theseus you should worry about. It’s not like him to be cooped up around me missing work.” said Newt.

“You’re right that really is unlike him.” You joked.

You walked over to Theseus and placed your hand on his head. “Theseus darling, suppers ready, do you want to eat?” you asked.

“I’ll try.” he said as he stood up and came to the table. You and Newt tried to engage him in conversation, but his thoughts seemed to be somewhere else. You helped Newt clean up after dinner and Theseus went back to the couch.

“I think I’m going to pop off now. Hope I see you back at work soon Theseus.” He waves goodbye as you entered the cool night air.

A few days passed and you decided to go visit Theseus again, this time with tea and chocolates. You stopped by Newt’s flat to see if he was still there.

“Newt?” You said while knocking on the door. “It’s y/n.” He came to the door with tape in his hand.

“Hello, y/n, come in.” he said. “I’m just boxing up some of Leta’s stuff to donate. We cleared out Theseus’ apartment today so he could finally go home. He’s there now if you’re looking for him.” he looked up from the boxes. “I’m sure he could use some company.”

“Thanks Newt. I’ll head over if you’re sure you don’t need any help.” you said politely.

“I’ve got it. Thanks y/n.”

You headed over to Theseus’ place not knowing what state to expect him in.

“Theseus?” You knocked. “It’s y/n. Newt said i’d find you here.”

The door opens and you see him. His face remained unshaven but you could still see his freckles peeking through the scruff.

“Come in, y/n” he said with a somber tone.

He was holding a glass with a bit of brown liquid in it, he sat down on his chair and took a sip.

“Newt said you we’re cleaning out some things today. I’m sorry that must of been hard.” you said with a compassionate tone.

“Fire whiskey makes everything easier.” He blurted out. “Do you want a drink?”

“No, thank you Thes, i’m fine.” you replied. “When do you think you’ll be back at work?”

“Boss man said I have to come back next week.” He slurred.

“Well i think getting back to a routine could be good for you.” you smiled at him.

You chatted a bit more before leaving, a bit worried about your friend.

The next week Theseus returned to work, his face appearing exhausted. He interacted with your coworkers politely, and spent most of the time in his office. You had some papers to hand over to him, so you made your way on the marbled floor towards his office door. You walk in to find Theseus passed out on top of his desk.

“Theseus?” you rush over to him, smelling the alcohol on his skin. “Theseus darling you have to wake up.” He groaned and lifted his head.

“y/n! Hello love!” His eyes could barely stay open.

“Oh Merlin. We have to get you out of here before someone else notices.” You had him stand up, and you walked him out of the ministry, your arm around him for support.

“I’m not gonna make it home y/n.” He said, his feet dragging on the ground.

“Ok well my flat is right up here. You can sleep on my couch ok? I don’t want to apparate and risk you throwing up on me.” you looked to him for his response. He only managed to smile and nod letting out a small “okay.”

He flopped down onto your couch as soon as you made it to your home.

“y/n? can you help me? my tie is stuck.” he looked completely helpless trying to remove his tie. You walked over to him, kneeling down by the couch, untying the windsor knot. He then started fiddling the the top button.

“Here, let me.” You undid the first two buttons giving his neck some freedom.

“One more.” he said. You did as he asked, undoing the third button you graze a bit of chest hair with your fingers. His skin was so soft and warm, and you wished he was on your couch under different circumstances. You were about to get up when he looked up at you. He seemed sober for a moment, intensely locked into your eyes. You then remembered his state of mind when he hurled his lips towards yours, invoking a sloppy passionate kiss. You pulled away, eyebrows raised, completely in shock about what had occurred.

“I’m sorry.” he said, with a disappointed expression. He covered his face with his hands, the grabbed his hair with his fists, his eyes tightly shut.

“It’s ok Theseus.” you said, trying to calm him down. You notice tears starting to fall down his face.

“It’s not ok, y/n. I’m sorry i’m so drunk and sad and you’re beautiful and I’m sorry.” he slurred and put his face back into his hands.

“Theseus please, get some rest. Don’t worry about it.” you placed your hand on his cheek and waved your wand to move a blanket over him.

The next morning you came out of your room to find Theseus stirring on the couch.

“Good morning.” you said, walking over to the kitchen to make some tea.

“Morning.” He was a bit short with you. “Thank you for helping me yesterday. I should get going.” he picked his jacket up off of the floor and swung it over one shoulder.

“O-okay.” you stuttered as he walked out the door, giving a small wave goodbye.

Theseus kept his distance over the next few weeks, and made sure to stop drinking during work. He couldn’t stop thinking about Leta, and his heart still ached everyday, but he saw you differently since that night you had kissed. He wanted to believe it didn’t mean anything- it was just a kiss, but it still filled his thoughts. More weeks passed and he had grown tired of the distance that was growing between you two, he missed his best friend, and he certainly needed your love and support. A fellow auror walked past your desk informing you that Mr. Scamander would like to see you. “Oh great.” you thought. “What now?”

You walk through the large wooden doors and Theseus immediately stands up from his desk.

“y/n.” Your eyes met his. He looked happy to see you, which calmed your nerves. “I’m sorry to interrupt your day but i just have to talk to you.” he stayed firmly. You sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk, he walked around to stand facing you.

“What do you want to talk about?” you asked.

“I miss you, y/n. I feel bad about how I left that morning, you’re my best friend and I feel that i’ve screwed everything up.” he sighed and looked down at the floor.

“I’ve missed you too, Theseus.” you smiled. He moved to the chair and moved it closer to you.

“Listen y/n.” He moved his hands into yours, resting them on your knees. You blushed, unsure of what was happening. “I like you. I’m sure you probably knew that because I kissed you when I was drunk, but I wanted to say it out loud ok? I like you, I adore you, I fancy you, whatever you want to call it.” He had a look of longing in his eyes, waiting for your response.

“I like you too, dummy.” He smiled and you swear the whole room lit up. He leaned in closer to you, moving a piece of hair out of your face. You leaned in too, pressing your lips against his. Your hands move, one against his cheek and the other on the curve of his neck. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you onto his lap. The rest of the world melted away for a few minutes, until the two of you were brought back to reality by a knock on the door. You stood up from Theseus’ lap.

“One moment.” Theseus blurted towards the door. He stood up and adjusted his tie.

“We better get back to work then.” he smiled down at you. You nodded and nonchalantly slipped out the door, letting the gentleman in to see Theseus. You walked down the ministry hallway with a smile you couldn’t control. You brought your hand up to your mouth, remembering the feeling of his lips on you just a moment ago. Theseus was in his meeting, his mind completely distracted by what had just occurred. He couldn’t stop smiling, and he thought that for the first time in a long time, he was happy.

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hiddlywiddly81 · 6 years

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Devoted

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Prompt: Just a really body positive and saucy fic that literally no one asked for. Just felt like writing it.

A/N: I read a piece of @ohhhmyloki ‘s work a while back, and was totally inspired. I liked the little bit of body positivity, and thought we could all use more. Also, I apologize if the POV is confusing. It’s kind of second person omniscient (I know, author speak). I wanted something that still felt personal (second person, then), but allowed you to get in Loki’s head too. This fic is also THE. LONGEST. I’m done blabbering. Enjoy!

Warnings: lots of my lovely almost smut, mention of self harm, and a heck ton of self-doubt and body insecurity

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“I’m going to go hop in the shower,” you said, popping up from your spot on the bed. Loki only looked up from his book to watch you sauntering over to your bathroom door. It took every ounce of self control not to have you right then and there. He adored the way your shorts sat on your thighs, and how he could see your curves though you wore an oversized sweater. Having a nice shower seemed the perfect oppurtunity to get you naked.

He smirked that deliciously devious smirk of his.

“May I join you?”

Your cheeks flushed. Your head spun. This was partially from the hungry look he gave you- the way he watched you like a starved cat watching a sparrow. But it was also from sheer terror. You didn’t want him to see you unclothed.

It seemed trivial on the surface. You two had been naked in each other’s company many times. Except you had the comfort of the lights being off, and occasionally sheets covering you, hiding you from curious eyes. Not to mention there was too much passion to particularly see straight or contemplate anything but the pleasure. The thought of being... exposed in front of him made you nauseous.

“Darling?” You realized you were just staring at him- wide-eyed and open-mouthed. You shook head and swallowed audibly.

“Just relax, sweetheart. I’ll only be a minute.” You prayed your sweet tone and loving smile were enough to keep Loki in his place. Well, it didn’t work.

He stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist. Then he began purposefully nibbling your neck, where he knew it got you going. You held back a small moan and pushed him away before getting too caught up in the moment.

“Loki,” you tried more forcefully, “I don’t want to do this. I can’t.” Despite what many would think about him, he always respected your wishes. You knew he wouldn’t try to do anything you didn’t desire. It was one of the many reasons you loved him so dearly.

He wasn’t hurt. He wasn’t angry. He was concerned. He could tell that there was something more going on than you simply not being in the mood.

“Y/N, are you ok?”

Are you ok? For as long as you remembered, that question made you break into tears. You could be unaffected one moment, and broken down the next. You wanted to be strong for him, but as soon as Loki said those words, you could feel the familiar sting of tears.

“Please, just tell me,” he prompted. Knowing there was no way to get out of this now, you let him lead you back to the bed. You both sat there for a few minutes- you avoiding his eyes, crying a bit more, and he taking your hands in his for comfort. Finally, you drew in a sharp breath. And you told him the truth.

“I don’t want you to see me naked.” As crual as it sounds, Loki fought the urge to laugh.

“My love, I believe we’re way past that.”

“That’s not what I mean.” You struggled to find the right words, and he was patient with you. “Yeah, we’ve slept together. But you haven’t really seen me. I’m...worried you’re not going to want me anymore when you do.”

Loki didn’t respond. The silence made the rush of emotion too intense, and gave you the opportunity to carry on.

“I’m not an Asgardian goddess. I’m not even that fantastic of a Midgardian.” The word tasted funny in your mouth. “Loki, you’re perfect. You’re gorgeous. You’re meant to be with some beautiful, skinny goddess of something or other. Not me. I’m fat, I’m not at all beautiful, I’m just... nothing.” He searched your eyes frantically.

“Are you saying I shouldn’t love you because of how you think you look?” You shrugged. He grabbed your shoulders, making your eyes snap to his. He looked the way he did when he talked about his mother, or how his father wronged him, or how Thanos tortured him. He looked devastated.

“Don’t ever say that again. Ever.” His voice shook slightly, startling you. You’d only known Loki to act in such away when he truly cared about something. In a way it was comforting. In another, it terrified you.

He took your cheeks into his hands and used his thumbs to wipe away your tears. You must have looked like a mess. You knew your makeup was all down your face, and snot was beginning to dribble out of your nose. But Loki looked at with you with such admiration, it made your heart hurt.

“I love you. And that means I love all of you. You said I deserve to be with someone perfect, and I am.”

In one fluid movement, his lips were on yours. Your hands instinctively curled into his onyx locks.

After many delicate, chaste kisses, Loki tested the roiling waters. He slipped his tongue between your lips with surprising deftness. The sensation of him gliding into your open mouth, filling it nicely, caused you to grip his hair with more ferocity. You wanted him, but fear still lurked in the back of your mind.

He took his time. He wanted you to feel his deep affection for you. He worried that if he took things too hastily and passionately as he was usually inclined to, it wouldn’t have the same meaning.

Without breaking contact with you, Loki lowered you down onto the bed. Eventually he straightened and positioned himself in between your shins. His hands glided gently beneath your sweater and he raised his brows, asking for permisson. You didn’t grant it right away. You fought with yourself for several moments. What if he changed his mind about you once you were naked beneath him? Would he regret saying such sweet things to you once he saw you? How could you stand the embarrassment?

“Are you sure?” you whispered.

“Absolutely,” he breathed.

Assisting Loki in shimmying off your sweater and shorts felt like diving from a cliff. And the cold, waiting air felt like the water slamming into you, and you into it. The finality of it felt like drowning.

You watched Loki as he drank in every detail of your flesh. Almost everything was on display for his hungry gaze (you were still in your undergarments). You were unsure what to do. You were a butterfly pinned to the corkboard, or rather, as you figured, an unsightly moth.

Loki, on the other hand, was amazed. And undeniably aroused. He had never seen a creature so beautiful. And it was his duty to worship you- to hopefully make you realize how gorgeous you were.

He started where he was, and nuzzled your smooth legs. You closed your eyes in delight. Perhaps this would be worth it. He slowly worked his way upward, nuzzling and caressing as he did so.

When he arrived at your thighs, almost all restraint was thrown to the wind. The softness of them, the appealing amount of flesh to grip while ravishing you made him salivate. He so desperately wished you could see yourself as he did. Instead he could only settle for demonstrating how utterly infatuated- how utterly devoted- he was to you.

You shivered as Loki’s cool tongue dipped into and ran the length of one of your stretchmarks. Self-doubt gripped at you once again. You hated that aspect of yourself. Though he seemed to be enjoying himself, you couldn’t help the feeling he may have found them unattractive.

“Loki,” you interrupted. Unable to quite verbalize your internal struggle, you allowed him into your mind. He only responded by shaking his head and continuing his ministrations.

Loki had to have had his tongue in every single one of the marks before going all in. He sunk his teeth into your inner thigh as if sinking his teeth into the flesh of a most succulent peach. He made a small noise of pleasure in the back of his throat. Your back arched, and a hand curled back into his tosseled hair.

He continued savoring your thighs for a long while until he decided to resume his upward journey. He peppered your stomach and sides in identical bites, all the while whispering “My Queen.” You could get used to this.

After what seemed like hours, Loki’s mouth reached yours- all teeth and tongue and aching devotion. You were done for. You wanted his chilly skin against yours. You wanted him in-

Still listening to your thoughts, Loki pulled away, nodded, and tugged his shirt over his head. You reached down and helped him with the button, then the zipper, of his trousers.

•

“How are you not exhausted?” You breathed. Loki had pleasured you to your limit, but he remained unaffected. A thin sheen of sweat covered his whole being. His cheeks had the tiniest tinge of pink. His eyes were still bright and his breathing even. And despite pleasuring you many times over, he still hadn’t met his own end. You were impressed, if not a little worried you weren’t pleasurable enough. You pushed the thought away, and threw and arm over your eyes.

Loki flopped down beside you, and propped himself on an elbow.

“I’m a god, remember?” You hummed in recognition. You chastised yourself for the previous thought, reminding yourself of his inhuman stamina.

Loki traced runic patterns- spells, probably- on your side. Goosebumps covered your flesh as he did so. You were utterly content for the moment. Loki had worshipped every inch of you, and you felt a certain credibility for his devotion.

“You know,” Loki broke into your thoughts, letting his lips brush over your arm as he spoke, “I have my own insecurities about my... appeal.” You chuckled and removed your arm from your face.

“Loki, come on. You could snap your fingers, and a thousand women would be ready to ride you into oblivion.” He didn’t find your comment amusing. Your face fell.

“You’re quite right, my darling. But only in this form.”

“This form?”

He raised his eyebrows.

“You don’t know?”

You turned on your side to meet him face to face.

“Know that you’re a frost giant?”

He shook his head, then shrugged.

“You know my heritage, but you don’t know... This isn’t... this isn’t my natural form. This,” he motioned to his body, “is all an illusion.”

The curiosity was killing you, but you didn’t want to frighten him. You eased into the question, prefacing it with a handful of kisses and nips at his neck. You slid on top of him and took a stab in the dark.

“Would you show me?”

“You’ll think I’m some sort of monster,” he responded. The hurt in his eyes was heart shattering. You tucked his hair behind his ear and smiled.

“Loki, I promise you. I could never think that.” He bit at the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. Nothing terrified him more than this moment. And you wanted nothing but honesty between you.

After taking one deep breath, and fixing his gaze to the ceiling, his skin began to transform into a rather calming ocean blue. It spread slowly, with no deliberate path, like ink dropped into water. His eyes shifted from their usual brilliant blue to a deep red. Portions of his skin raised into simple, sweeping lines. You followed them with a finger, coming to his hands. Another set of raised lines resided on the inside of his wrist- horizontal, different from the rest.

“Oh, Loki,” you sighed. He turned away.

“See? A monster.” You took his face in your hands. Tears reflected in his eyes.

“I love you, ok? Nothing- nothing- could change that.” You leaned down and pressed a lengthy kiss against his freezing lips. He raised a brow and trailed his hands up your thighs. You giggled.

“Sorry, sweetheart. I haven’t got anything left.” In an instant, he was hovering over you, pinning you to the bed.

“We’ll see about that.”

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baby80s · 5 years

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The Birthday

Ok so this is my first ever work so please be kind, fluff and angst in equal measure and a part 2 on the way

requested by @deacyloverogerinalove

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A/N: sorry there’s so much back story my darlings

It all began on 26th July 1949; a date you’d come to love and hate eventually in equal measure.

Norfolk, 26th July 1949

“Boy or girl?”

Your mother’s head shot up in the direction of the question, and she was met with a petite blonde-haired, blue eyed woman cradling and slightly bobbing what was obviously a baby boy, who was contentedly wrapped in a blue shawl. She paced the end of your mothers bed and she awaited her answer.

“A girl, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), and I’m Diane (Y/L/N).”

She spoke proudly, her new daughter inspiring a new confidence in her.

“Oh you lucky thing, I wanted a girl!” The blonde pouted, but the adoration in her eyes as she looked at her son said that she was quite happy with her new little boy.

“Well I’m Winifred Taylor, Winnie for short,” she waved playfully from the end or the bed, “and this is Roger Meddows Taylor” she waved his small hand in the general direction of your mum, who giggled softly and waved your hand back towards them.

Norfolk, 26th July 1952

“Happy Birthday Roger-and-(Y/N), Happy Birthday to youuuuuuu”

Your’s and Roger’s parents sang softly as you both sat in front of a huge birthday cake, smiling widely as you waited for the singing to end so that you could fill your faces with cake.

They clapped and cheered as you and Roger (or Roggie as you called him with your three-year-old vocabulary) blew out the candles excitedly.

“Are you guys ready for the big move then?” Your mum turned to Winnie and asked, as she noticed the boxes that crowded the Taylors’ kitchen. Winnie held her daughter on her hip as she sipped her drink thoughtfully.

“I think so, we’ve only got the cots to pack up now and we won’t do that until the morning we leave. Apart from that and a few plates and glasses, I think we’re pretty much there.”

“I still can’t believe we’re doing it,” your mother replied wistfully, “a move to Cornwall? A more exciting life for all of us.” She spoke as though she could hardly believe her own words, and as if saying it too loudly would end from the dream.

“Well we’d never have been brave enough to do if it if you guys weren’t going too, and if not now then when? We only live once, ya-know!”

They clinked their glasses of squash to that and turned back to see you and Roger sat side by side on a cardboard box full of the Taylor’s living room furniture, digging in to your slices of birthday cake.

Truro, 26th July 1965

Your’s and Roger’s 16th birthday. And you were ready to spend the evening dancing and singing to Roger’s band. They called you their number one fan, due to the fact you were always there at concerts supporting them. You’d put of your favourite maroon cord skirt and a loose-fitting white blouse and headed out to the concert hall.

All through the gig your eyes were drawn to Roger, but not for the sole reason that he was your best friend. Maybe it was the way his blonde hair flopped over is slightly sweaty forehead, or maybe it was the way his tongue poked out of his mouth slightly as he concentrated on holding the beat. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, whatever it was, it had you transfixed. You watched him until he finished the song he’d been playing and looked up, slightly flushed and out of breath from the sheer amount of effort he had put into his music. He looked around the audience and his eyes met yours. He smiled widely and all the girls around you swooned, hoping that the smile was for them. You’d never admit it, but you swooned too. You knew that you had feelings for Roger, but you could never act on them for fear of ruining the relationship you two had.

“Happy birthday Roggie!” You mimed to him, knowing he’d never hear you shouting over the cheers of the audience.

“Happy birthday (Y/N)!” He mimed back, making a love-heart with his hands to you. This of course made all the girls near you almost faint in excitement.

Truro, 26th July 1968

“Roger you know thats not what I meant!” You sobbed. You didn’t mean for it to go like this. You had come to tell Roger what you’d known for years. You loved him. You had pushed your feelings aside to avoid ruining your friendship. But now you were off to university there was no better time to confess your feelings and fall into Roger’s waiting arms. But it had gone wrong. Your words had all come out wrong and you said things you didn’t mean.

“Well tell me how ‘nobody around here is in any way successful’ isn’t supposed to cause offence (Y/N)?!” He was angry now, unshed tears in his eyes. You’d never fought this bad. Not in 19 years had you ever said such awful things. Now you stood in his living room, you’d both stood in the heat of the argument. You had retreated into yourself and had wrapped your arms around your self.

“Roger don’t twist my words!! Your band is amazing. I shouldn’t have said that, I came to say goodbye!” You had tears running down your face as you regretted every word you’d said in the last ten minutes.

“You came to say goodbye? Well goodbye (Y/N). I hope you find what you’re looking for in wherever it is you’re going.” He turned away and stormed off into his kitchen. You were torn. Either you followed him and fought it out, or you left and forgot about him and the small-town life. You chose the latter. As the door shut behind you, Roger collapsed in a heap on his kitchen floor, his heart and his dreams in broken pieces around him. He loved you, too. He had since he saw you with your first high school boyfriend. That made him realise that you weren’t exclusively his and that one day he might lose you. Of course you and your boyfriend hadn’t lasted more that two months, but it changed the way Roger thought about you. He noticed when you’d taken extra care with your hair, or when you’d taken the time to wear perfume. The little things became apparent to him. But obviously you didn’t feel the same so he tried to date and keep the amazing friendship you two had. Not any more.

He noticed the forgotten birthday gift laying on his kitchen table. His gift to you. It was a vintage satchel that you’d spotted weeks ago in a little shop in Truro and had not stopped talking about. He’d saved his wages from his concerts and had eventually been able to afford to buy it. He’d been so excited to see your face as you opened it, but now he thought he never would. He clutched the gift as he sat and sobbed silently on his kitchen floor.

And that left you here. 26th July 1971. Your 22nd birthday. You’d not become an actress, and you’d dropped out of university. After your lack of success you’d grown to hate acting. You had decided to come back home to decide your next move, now that the contract on your flat had ended. You hated your birthdays now, each one spent getting drunk alone and crying over your lost friends and dreams. Roger hadn’t contacted you, and you weren’t surprised. You had sent a birthday card every year, but you’d come to expect no reply.

You lugged your suitcase up the steps of your garden path in the late afternoon sunshine, and set it down to unlock your front door.

The door didn’t budge. You tried again, but the key you had taken away with you made an awful grinding noise, but failed to unlock the door. Your parents must have changed the locks. You sighed in defeat and slumped onto your doorstep. Thanks to the sloping front garden, you had a perfect view of the entire street. You sat and recalled the features your road used to have, and what was new.

As you began to count the lamp-posts something, or someone, caught your eye. The all too familiar blonde mane caught drew your attention all too quickly, and you had to catch yourself from calling out to him. However, this last minute change if heart had caused you to choke on your own breath, leading you to cough loudly and catch Roger’s attention from the other side of the road.

His head snapped up, and in an instant his wide deep blue eyes met yours. He was obviously shocked, and his mouth hung open a little in surprise. You waved sheepishly and sent him a small smile.

He waved awkwardly back and returned a tight-lipped greeting, like the sort you might offer someone you don’t know very well.

You retreated into yourself at that point, and looked down at your toes. He didn’t want to see you.

He must have noticed the change in you, and the suitcase beside you, because a moment later he was at your garden gate.

“(Y/N),” He said shortly, as though he felt afraid to greet you.

“Roggie,” You replied. You thought that any more words might fail you as you felt tears well in the backs of your eyes. You’d hoped that you might meet him again, but you never imagined that you’d cry.

“How are you?”

You’d not expected the question, and you glanced at him in surprise. His eyes has softened somewhat and he seemed genuinely interested in the answer. He stepped towards you as you began to reply.

“Not great Roger, if I’m honest.” You felt honesty was the best policy when you were about to attempt to grovel. “I’ve left uni and now I’ve come home to decide my next step.” As you finished talking he stopped on the step below you and sat down beside you. You couldn’t ever have imagined this.

“Oh (Y/N)! What do you think you’ll do next?” He offered. He knew just how much this dream meant to you, and little did you know that all he wanted to do was scoop you up and protect you from the world. But he couldn’t, because you clearly didn’t feel the same.

He tried to keep the conversation light and gently changed the subject when it looked like you might cry. He told you about this new band he was in, called Queen. You loved the way he spoke about the band with such passion, and how excited he was for the future. You laughed at a story about the lead singer, Freddie and an incident in Biba where he’d been shopping in the ladies section. He hadn’t realised just how much he’d missed you until you were back. Your smile, and your gentle laugh. He wanted to make you smile again, and again, and again until all you could ever do was smile.

Before you knew it it was getting dark and you began to shiver. It was mid summer, but it was also Cornwall, so you weren’t surprised when it began to get cold.

“Oh Christ what time is it?!” Roger asked, slightly alarmed by the growing darkness. You checked your watch, another gift from Roger, and declared that it was 10:30. But Roger was more worried about the watch.

“You kept it?” He asked, almost in disbelief.

“Of course I did Roger, why wouldn’t I?” You were surprised at his question, the watch being your favourite present from him ever.

“After the things we said, I’m surprised you didn’t throw everything of mine into a skip.” He laughed at the image, but still looked at you to gauge a reaction.

And in that moment you began to sob, trying and failing to stop the tears from falling down your face. Roger didn’t reach in straight away, instead leaning his knee against yours, telling you he was there when you wanted to talk. He’d always done that, whenever you’d come home crying over a good-for-nothing boyfriend or indeed Roger crying over a failed test. It was your unspoken communication that you were there for each other.

“Roger I’m so sorry.” You managed to choke out between sobs. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

“I know (Y/N). You were excited and frustrated and wanted to get out. I felt hurt because you said that nobody was successful, which in a way was true. Now I hope that I am at least a bit successful,” He laughed “and I hope you’ll be my number one fan again.”

Your tears has dried now, and as you looked up at Roger everything thing that you felt those three years ago came flooding back at once. Roger’s pupils almost engulfed his blue irises and he wetted his lips as he waited for your response.

No words were needed, and you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. It was soft and longing and you felt Roger relax beside you, leaning into the kiss and cupping your face with his large hand. You tangled one hand in his blonde hair and placed the other on his chest. He tasted sweet, but with a hint of tobacco. The familiar scent if his cinnamon shampoo filled your nose as he wound his hands around your waist. You didn’t want it to end, ever, but you had to breathe. So you pulled away but made sure to keep your hands in place.

“Wow.” Was all you could manage.

“That was better than I imagined.” Roger was still reeling from the kiss, his thoughts not quite being filtered before they came out.

“You imagined this, Roggie?” You used his nickname and smirked, tapping him playfully on the chest. “What else did you imagine?”

“I’ve imagined all of it, (Y/N). Our life together, our house, our family...” He trailed off, blushing slightly at the thought.

“Oh Roger, why didn’t you ever say anything?” You were about to cry again, mourning the years you’d lost.

“How could I? You all geared up to become a star, you wouldn’t have wanted me holding you back.” He was on the verge of tears too, you could see it.

“Roger if I’d known I’d never have left. I’ve loved you since we were 16...” Obviously you were still reeling from the kiss too, as your feelings overflowed.

Roger smiled at you with watery eyes and wiped a tear off of your cheek.

“Well then we’ve got some catching up to do, don’t you think?” He winked at you with the suggestive comment and stood up. By now it was nearer to 11pm and the only light was coming from the street lights.

“Come and stay at mine tonight. Mum and Dad have gone to see my Auntie in Norfolk. No chance of them coming back without fair warning.” He winked again as you stood, and you giggled. “Well that’s excellent news, shall we?” You offered him your hand and with the other motioned to pick up your suitcase. “Oh no you don’t!” You looked up at Roger in surprise as he took your case from your hand and carried it without another word. You squeezed his hand and walked out into the night, finally feeling completely contented.

“Happy birthday Roggie.”

“Happy birthday (Y/N).”

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antoncutedobin · 6 years

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my pleasure.

masterlist.

requested? uh nope. requests are open though.

summary! tyler takes your virginity. yolo.

warnings! smut, swearing, virginity stealer tyler seguin.

word count! 3333. that’s so weird. and long as fuck.

authors note! this is filthy. just. so filthy. hardcore smut. much smut very inappropriate. i hope you enjoy it??? oh my god you guys are just gonna judge me it’s literally that DIRTY. my brain is so nsfw. if it wasn’t obvious this is nsfw. as usual tho please leave me asks/comments???? i would love to hear from u guys it makes me so happy. :’) ok that’s it pLS ENJOY i hope you have an ice bath ready you’ll need it after this

Things were getting heated. You were straddling Tyler’s legs as he sat on the couch. Your fingers were tangled in his hair, tugging on it as he ravished your mouth. His hands palmed your ass through your jeans, squeezing tight as he pushed your hips together. Moans slipped through harsh breaths, the air around you crackling with electricity.

This was normally the time you pulled back to calm things down. Tyler had no idea you were a virgin… You were almost afraid to tell him, because you knew about how much experience he had. You thought he would never want you once he figured out how innocent you really were.

You weren’t cruel, though. You didn’t just tease him and leave him.

It was a well-known fact that Tyler loved head just as much as the next guy. It just aggravated him when you wouldn’t let him return the favor. I mean, hell, the only time he got you off was when he fingered you under your pants. He didn’t want to push you, and he had no idea why you wouldn’t let him see you naked. His mind ran wild with ideas but I mean… You felt normal down there.

“Baby…” He whimpered as your hand squeezed his cock through his jeans. “Fuck…”

Your mind was battling your body. It wasn’t that you were saving your virginity; it just… never was the right time or the right guy. Except… Now, it felt right. You wanted to give Tyler this piece of yourself; you just didn’t want to scare him off.

“Ty…” You pulled back to tug his shirt over his head. “My Tyler…” Your nails scratched down his abs, enjoying the shiver that visibly passed through his body. “Do you want me?”

“You know I do, baby girl… Fuck.” His mind was being bombarded with sensation but this time, he was determined to get you off first, and with his mouth.

You squealed as Tyler unexpectedly stood up from the couch, holding onto you with his strong arms. You wound your legs around his back as he carried you, nuzzling your neck with licks and kisses. Closing your eyes, your head fell forward onto his shoulder. You couldn’t find it in you to tell him to stop, even though you had never been in his bed. You knew the temptation would be too much to handle.

Tyler walked through the open door of his bedroom, kicking it shut behind him with his foot so his dogs wouldn’t disturb you. He wasn’t taking any chances for excuses. Of course, he wouldn’t force you. He wasn’t that kind of guy. He just really wanted to return how amazing you made him feel and hear you scream his name.

Your back hit the soft bed, a groan falling from your lips. You felt yourself being pushed into the mattress as he crawled on top of you, his lips roaming your body. “Ty…”

His lips on yours cut you off. “Let me make you feel good, pretty girl.” His voice rumbled into your ears as he nibbled on them and you really didn’t want to stop him now. But you had to. He had to know…

“Tyler, stop… Please.” You pushed him back softly, teeth biting your lip nervously.

He let out a groan, pulling back and flopping onto his side beside you. You rolled to face him and he stroked your cheek with his hand. “Is it me?” He whispered softly, wondering if his past was what was stopping you.

You shook your head, running your fingers over his pouting lips, marveling how soft they felt under your fingertips. “It’s me.”

He let out a hard chuckle, “this is cliché.”

You pinched his lips together, tsk-ing softly. “Let me finish… I’ve been afraid to tell you this, Ty… I really like you. A lot. I think I lov…” You trailed off, closing your eyes. You didn’t want to finish the words, in case he didn’t feel the same.

His hand removed your fingers from his lips, tongue darting out to wet them. “I love you.”

Your eyes snapped open, eyebrows rising in surprise. “You do?”

“Of course I do… I’ve loved you since I met you… I’ve fallen in love you without trying. I just want to know why you won’t let me get close to you… I was afraid you didn’t feel the same.” He replied sheepishly, shrugging his shoulders.

“I love you too, Ty… The reason I always stop this,” you pointed back and forth between your bodies, “is because… Well…” You bit your lip, not wanting to say the words.

“Tell me, please…” He said softly, fingers stroking your cheek as he encouraged you to open up.

Feather soft, you whispered, “I’m… I’ve never had sex before… I’m… a virgin.” You closed your eyes again, not wanting to see his reaction. You expected to feel him get up and kick you out in disgust, but as the moments went by, he just pulled you closer.

A virgin? He never expected that… It terrified him and excited him in ways he couldn’t fathom. He’d never taken anyone’s virginity before… and that scared him, only because of how much he cared about you. He didn’t want to hurt you.

There was also a masculine pride in his body, knowing that he would be the only one to have you. It filled some deep primitive need inside of him that he had never understood.

As the thoughts ravaged his mind, he realized he was pulling your body closer to him and he smiled, looking down at your face. The smile faded when he saw the worry etched in your lips, eyes shut in pain. “Look at me, sweetheart… Please?”

You blinked gently at his words, body warming in surprise when he pressed his lips to yours tenderly. “You’re… still here?” Your voice was wobbly, anxiety lacing the self-conscious words.

“Of course I’m still here, baby. Did you think I would really leave you?”

“I… thought you wouldn’t want me. I know nothing about sex… I’m so inexperienced; I can’t make it good for you…” You trailed off, stopping when he shook his head.

“You’re wrong. Knowing that you’re a virgin, that you’ve never given yourself to someone else… It’s the biggest turn on. I’m so fucking hard right now,” he punctuated the words by pushing his hips into yours, revealing his arousal, “I can barely stand it.”

You gasped as you felt his length press into the spot between your thighs, letting out a soft moan as the pressure increased in your pelvis.

“As for you making it good, it’s always the best with you. Even when you’re sucking me off, looking up at me with those doe eyes… It feels better than sex. It feels fucking incredible. The best moment of my life was getting to see your body relax after an orgasm, even if it was fully clothed.”

He paused, kissing you passionately, nipping your lip as he pulled back. “I just want to return the favor. I want to spend an eternity between your thighs, making you cry out and cum so many times you forget your name.”

You shivered slightly at his words, nodding softly and biting your lip. “I want that too, Ty… I want it all with you. I want to give myself to you, I’ve never wanted anything more…”

His eyes lit up in wonder, “why me?” He wondered what made him lucky enough to be the man you chose to give your innocence to.

“I trust you… I feel safe with you. I love you. I know you won’t hurt me… I feel like I’ve waited my entire life for you… I’m ready, Tyler. Only with you.” Your words were husky, eyes darkening in anticipation.

Tyler groaned, pressing his forehead into your neck. Your words were a contradiction for him. On one end, they made him feel a million feet tall, his heart warming with love for you. On the other, the thought that you wanted him as much as he wanted you almost made him cum in his pants. “I fucking love you.” He pulled back, tilting your head up to meet his eyes.

He needed you to understand that he wasn’t taking this privilege lightly. “I’m going to be gentle with you, baby girl. I’m going to make you feel so good, beautiful.” He kissed you, his tongue darting into your mouth as he situated himself back on top of you.

You knew he was right; he was going to give you everything you craved.

Tyler kissed down your neck, pausing to tug your shirt up, waiting for you to lean up so he could pull it off. His lips caressed every inch of your warm skin, sucking your nipple through the lace fabric of your bra. His fingertips stroked trails of fire under your breasts, reaching back to unclasp the bra.

As soon as your breasts were free, he groaned, nuzzling his face into the warm flesh. His large palm covered your left breast, palming the heavy weight gently. His fingertips rolled over your nipple as his mouth suckled on the other one, teeth gently nipping the tender skin.

You let out a moan, fingers laced in his hair. You couldn’t ignore the ache in your pussy any longer and pushed his head down. “Ty… Please… Make me cum…”

He looked up, a smirk drawing his lips. “My fucking pleasure, baby girl, my fucking pleasure.”

He unbuttoned your jeans, teeth biting your stomach and tongue tracing every inch of flesh he revealed by unzipping the denim. Tugging the material with one hand, he cradled your ass with the other, lifting your bottom half easily so he could pull the fabric down. He leaned up, dragging the material down your legs.

You lifted them and kicked to help him remove them, wanting him to touch you desperately.

Lying back down, he ran the tip of his nose up the lace of your panties, inhaling gently. “Fuck… You’re soaked, baby.” He pressed a kiss to your pubic bone through your panties and you groaned and lifted your hips, hoping for more contact.

He chuckled, running his tongue along the top of your panties before leaning his head down, biting at the lace. He makes eye contact with you as he begins dragging your panties down with his teeth. He gets to your knees before he lets your panties fall from his mouth. He removes the scrap of fabric with his hands as he caresses up your legs with his nose, kissing your skin softly. As soon as he reaches the apex of your thighs, he blows a stream of air onto your sensitive skin.

You moan out, the sensation sending shivers through your entire body. If you didn’t cum soon, you might explode. “Tyler, please… Please…” You plead with a shaky voice.

He shushes you, deciding to take pity as he pokes at your clit with his nose. “My pretty needy baby girl… I’m gonna drive you wild…” Finally, he flattens his tongue along your slit, stroking the sensitive skin fully.

You moan, your hands diving down to his hair as you press him closer to your center.

He stiffens his tongue, diving it shallowly inside you, his thumb beginning to run circles on your clit. “Fuck… You taste better than I imagined,” he practically growls as he pulls back. He switches his tactics, swirling your clit with his tongue. His finger pokes inside you gently and you moan, craving more. He inserts a second and hooks them upward, thrusting against your sensitive spot as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

He eats you out with vigor and your back involuntarily arches, as you get closer to your peak. You plead with him to continue, to give you more… Of course, he is happy to oblige.

As you prepare to orgasm, he shoves another finger inside of you, and you whimper at the pinch of pain. He doesn’t want to do it, but if he is going to fuck you… He needs to prepare you. He doubles his efforts on your clit in an attempt to distract you from the pain and he moans against you as you find your rhythm and your hips begin rocking against his face again.

He pulls back slightly, only enough to groan, “ride my face, baby. Make yourself cum for me…” His large tongue laps against your clit and you reach your peak, exploding into a fiery orgasm.

You barely feel him inserting the fourth finger inside of you and instead of it being painful; it only increases your pleasure. You scream his name as your hips twitch against his face, riding out the last of your fading orgasm.

Tyler doesn’t let up on you, and as he senses you coming down, he continues to lick you gently, pulling his fingers out. He lets you down easily, kissing your clit, his thumb still caressing it softly. “That was fucking beautiful.”

At some point during your orgasm, he had reached one hand down to grasp his junk, not wanting to cum in his pants. He was dangerously close to unmanning himself because seeing you cum was more erotic than any porn or sex scene he had been involved in.

You panted, limbs unable to move as you tried to recover after what was undeniably the most powerful orgasm you’d ever had. Tyler crawled back up your body, rocking his clothed hips against your naked ones, letting out a groan.

You opened your eyes; glancing down to see his member straining against his gym shorts and the sight reinvigorated you. You wanted him to fuck you, right now. You pulled his face to yours, kissing him like you were trying to consume him. You tasted yourself on his lips and it turned you on.

You ran your tongue around his wet lips, and at this, Tyler moaned loudly. Seeing you taste yourself was almost too much for him. “You’re so sensual, baby girl… I’m so hard for you…”

You nodded, “please, Tyler, fuck me…” Your foot came up to rest on his hip, pushing his shorts down. He groaned as he reached down, pulling his erection out of the way before kicking the material off of him and onto the floor.

Once he was naked, you reached down to stroke him and he let you for a few pained moments before he gently slapped your hand away. “I’m too close… Let me settle down, please…”

He lowered himself onto you, his full weight pressing against you. He inhaled your scent and nuzzled your warm skin as he took deep breaths. The one thing he didn’t want was to explode the second he thrust into your tight walls, especially because you were a virgin. That would be an awful first time…

He took his time soothing himself until he regained control. His hands stroked all over your body, caressing every sensitive area lovingly.

Once he was ready, he leaned up, kissing your lips softly. His fingers pushed your hair back from your face, looking into your eyes. “This is gonna hurt, sweetheart. I’m so sorry…” He trailed off softly and you nodded, knowing the pain would be worth it.

“I’m ready, Ty. It’s me and you.”

He smiled and kissed you gently again, reaching towards his nightstand. In the drawers he pulled a condom out and a bottle of lube. You were wet, but he was big… And he wanted to do everything he could to make this easier.

He sat up and bit into the foil of the condom, pulling it out and wrapping it around his member. Popping open the bottle of lube, he squeezed some out into his palm and warmed it up by rubbing his hands together. Gently, he rubbed it against your slit before covering his member with it.

Now that he was ready, he laid down on top of you again, kissing your neck. He pulled back, “keep your eyes on me, beautiful.” He pulled your hand above your hand and laced your fingers together. Your other hand grabbed onto his arm. He placed soft kisses around your face as his free hand reached down to align his member with you and you could feel his tip poking at your entrance. His hand came back up and stroked your cheek, still looking into your eyes.

Slowly, he began pushing inside of you and your eyes watered at the intrusion. You whimpered softly and tried to focus on his hand grabbing yours and stroking your skin.

Once he met resistance, he whispered, “I’m sorry, baby,” and pushed hard to thrust himself past your barrier.

You yelped out in pain, tears streaming down your cheeks at the pinch of pain.

He stilled, trying to allow you to get used to him. His lips kissed away the tears on your cheeks, his hand squeezing yours in support. He did everything he could to comfort you, whispering words of adoration into your skin. “You’re doing so good, baby… The worst part is over… It’s gonna feel good soon, okay? I’m so sorry… I love you so much…”

You nodded as the pain dulled, reconnecting your eyes. “It’s okay… You can move.”

Very slowly Tyler pulled back out, watching your face for signs of pain.

You hissed at the uncomfortable sensation but as he kept moving inside you, it started to feel… pleasurable. You let out a soft groan and lifted your hips to meet his, encouraging him to move faster.

“That’s so good, baby…” He was so proud of you, enjoying the fact that you were starting to feel comfortable enough to meet his thrusts.

You clenched your walls around him experimentally and immediately, Tyler let out a loud moan, “fuck… You’re gonna make me cum if you do that… I’m barely holding on…”

Tyler tried to control himself, he really did. It was a chore for him to hold back his orgasm, he wanted to cum so bad. His blunt teeth bit into your shoulder as he tried to keep himself from exploding. “I can’t… I can’t hold back, baby…” The words were shaky, his hand trailing down to rub harshly against your clit.

“It’s okay, baby… Cum for me.” You bit his lip before kissing him soundly. “You don’t have to wait for me, just enjoy it.”

Tyler groaned loudly, his fingers moving against your clit at a fast pace as he tried desperately to get you to go off with him but it was hopeless. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore and with two more thrusts he lost all control, pushing deep inside you and cumming with a shout of your name.

His hips kept jutting into yours as he released, head dropping to your shoulder as he praised you, murmuring how perfect and amazing you were.

He didn’t allow himself to rest, as soon as he came down, he pulled out of you gently. You winced at the loss, and were surprised at how empty you felt without him inside.

He didn’t give you a minute to consider this before he slunk down your body, sucking your clit into his mouth. It took only a few sucks and passes of his tongue over your bud before you were shaking in an orgasm, moaning his name.

As soon as it was over, he collapsed beside you, pulling the condom off and tying it into a knot before tossing it into the garbage beside his nightstand.

You barely noticed as he gathered you into his arms, fatigue plaguing your body. Your limbs felt heavy and your eyes couldn’t stay open but you happily wrapped your body around Tyler.

“You were worth the wait, Ty…” you whispered before you succumbed to sleep.

Tyler was too tired to puff his chest out in pride but his lips stretched with a smile as he cuddled you close and drifted off, dreaming of doing that again… ASAP.

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I’m not the original anon but I loved reading that so much, please do their strengths! It’s really interesting to hear about this stuff from people who know what they’re talking about

I’m a different anon but I’d be interested in reading what you think their strengths are if you feel like sharing.

AAAAA wow thank you so much !!! i will try to do my best, but it’s very hard to talk about this kind of stuff because, as i mentioned in my first post, i’m not there for the rehearsal process.

this affects my ability to talk about their strengths bc im not able to see them build a piece from the ground up. one of the things i admire the most + dancers hold to high regard is the ability to pick up choreography, how fast they can adapt to the style, and how quickly they reach a performance-ready image. additionally there’s rehearsal attitudes, how focused one can be, and how willing a dancer is to accept corrections + self correct + work w the choreographer

this said .. !

jin

his work ethic. it’s no secret that even from AHL and pre-debut days, jin has always been one of the hardest workers in terms of his dancing ability compared to the other members. to come from a NON DANCING background for the majority of his life (it gets harder to start picking things up the older you get due to habits and posture that ur body becomes used to) and to be able to pull off any single one of bts’ dances WITHOUT standing out and looking like a true professional is something that i greatly admire. with all my dance experience, albeit in ballet, i can’t dance the way he did in NMD even now. many many many idols and dancers will never reach his level of proficiency/energy/attitude in that piece as well.

currently i would say his greatest strength is probably his upper body movement. the only other member that rivals his loose flow is hoseok (re: mic drop dance break w the body rolls), as well as his incredible ballon. he has this ability to seem suspended when he’s doing certain dances … !!!

he also has incredible stamina. he is stable when he sings and dances, and often isn’t pitchy or sounding super out of breath. compared to 99% of the population, this is a talent and skill that many don’t have LOL this can only come from his natural altheticism and his work ethic due to hours and hours of practice ! he also always appears at ease when he dances (unless the song is an “edgy” or “angry” song), which is difficult to accomplish TT

yoongi

his strength as an overall dancer! he’s not just a one-trick pony. he doesn’t have any tricks (except for the recent double endehans that we saw in tokyo “so what”??????omg) but he excels in every single bts dance . there is always a point/move that he does better than his members. for a non dancer, he has such innate ability to move and feel the music, something that is rare for people just breaking into the dancing scene like he was pre-debut.

his footwork in dope is unparalleled. his stylistic choices in fake love r so fitting and unique and fjalsdhgalkhg i can’t praise him enough for opening himself up mentally (because dance is also greatly taxing on ur BRAIN) and getting to a place where it seems judgement has decreased on his OG dance abilities. this allows him more freedom in molding to new pieces and making sure he excels in them !!!!!

namjoon

wowowowowow namjoon also has unbelievable work ethic. i cannot imagine have a stiff, non-dancer’s body (pre-debut) shape itself into the Dancing Machine it is now. there are people who are born to dance, have movement sewn into their bones, but namjoon wasn’t given all of that and yet he continued to work until he found his own rhythm.

YES he is tall, and YES that means he has to move his body faster than everyone else in order to stay on the music, and YES that means when the group cleans a piece he has to bend lower than the others just to be on their same level – a task that can build exhaustion when it’s done over and over the course of a song – but YES he manages to pull it off EVERY TIME.

i cannot believe the amount of growth i’ve seen from him in all different styles. i could never imagine the hard hitting NMD dancer being able to do spring day or, an even better example, FAKE LOVE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! he is light in the chorus section (so less resistance compared to JM or JK) but then he contrasts that immediately after w bound-flow, showing innate understanding that dance cannot all be one energy level; you need to have contrast in order to give impact to important parts & keep the audience engaged. otherwise if U attack a piece w the same energy the whole time, it will actually end up looking flat and boring, like all the movements are the same since they will read the same way to the crowd

hoseok

i cannot cannot cannot talk about hoseok enough. for me his greatest strength is his performance quality. ignoring everything else he does so well, i’m gonna cut straight to the chase and say he’s the best dance performer in bts. when he dances – between rehearsal and the stage – there is a clear difference; he’s engaged in both, but there’s a level of freedom that he allows himself which demonstrates his connection to the audience.

he’s very focused on what he looks like in the mirror during practice, but like all great performers, he throws the mindset of “fix technique fix technique fix technique” away once there is an audience and actively invites them to join in on his joy. he has pure passion in his heart for his craft, and it’s never been more clear. the love he has for his art is breathtaking. his fearlessness in switching styles; he’s an absolute chameleon. from spring day to NMD to seo taiji, i’ve never seen him falter before, and all topped off w the most electric connection to the crowd

like WOW is that breathtaking. being confident in choreography is one thing, but going above and beyond by pushing himself to be in performance mode (a whole beast and a half on its own) as much as possible requires more space within himself that i’m lacking from the other members. YES he is an idol, and he is very aware of this business of tricks, but he never forgets that dance speaks it own language, that it has its own rules, that it possesses his body and governs his movements the minute he sets foot on that stage. i can’t even explain the sheer talent thats in him when it comes to this aspect

jimin

oh jimin TT his greatest strength is style. i know i talk a lot about how he doesn’t let go enough of it to really excel in all sorts of genres, but what he’s built from a background in classical-esque styles is incredibly admirable. i’m not sure i would be able to do what he did, coming off of 14 yrs of ballet and not much else. to establish himself pre-debut/debut as a member of dance line in a COMPLETELY different style is so unbelievable to me. he knows his body and he knows how to push his body to get the results he wants

i mean . obviously bts are overworking themselves but to have the mental strength to push thru and continuously crank out all these different pieces w a touch that’s uniquely Jimin™ is smth you can’t deny !!! homeboy knows what lines look good on him, and he adapts the choreography to best suit his body

he also is a great camera fiend. this is more of an industry dancer situation (since great dancers ≠ industry dancers) where his idol status comes into play, but there is a good reason why his fancams get so many views on music shows ! he knows what the camera wants ! he knows how to be sexy ! he knows how to change his image ! he knows how to work with what he’s given and make a whole new meal out of that and its just ! wow ! fuckn yum !

taehyung

ok so let’s talk tae’s upper body. let’s talk . tae’s upper body .

he has such control and awareness over his movements, especially his body rolls. he knows how to make his torso fluid, which is something a lot of the members actively struggle with today. he has such ?? nuanced articulation thru his chest that is typically absent from male dancers , so it’s always a treat to watch him perform

additionally he has great confidence and performance aura. as u can tell from singularity or stigma stages, he also (like jimin) knows how to work a camera well. but this also translates to his dancing. while he can’t catch all the footwork that others may, he understands that facials and his upper body will make up for the deficit.

i’ve said this before but if you want to see how good of a technician a dancer is, you look at their legs and feet. if you want to see how good of a performer they are, you look at their upper body (arms too) . he knows how to make an impact w the way he moves & it’s so clear in the division of his energy thru his body (more towards his chest since) so !

jungkook

for me JK’s strength is how solid he is as a dancer. while he doesn’t excel at a particular style or have a Thing™ which sets him apart from the group, he does exactly what he’s given and he does it well. he works hard. he’s undeniably clean. there’s never a moment where his limbs are flopping around for no reason, and his energy is always portioned exactly where it needs to be. this innate cleanness and confidence in his ability is what allows him to move quickly and look like it’s not costing him much energy

he also has incredible stamina TT i can’t even begin to explain ???begin????him singing it live???WITH THAT FOOTWORK?????? god

his footwork is so strong. i would argue the strongest in bts ... the speed and the sharpness of what i’ve seen him do . while singing. is unbelievable. he is able to keep his wits about himself when the choreography is fast shows just how relaxed he is when he dances. he doesn’t feel the need to rush because he knows he’s just . gonna do everything right LOL (at least that’s the impression i’m getting)

again it’s just so hard to say what his tru strength it without seeing him in rehearsal. this is becoz the level of dancing ability in bts is so high already TT so the basis of my comments are a little redundant since i’m comparing members to members instead of members to regular people lmaoo

#anon #replies: inbox #dance tag #long post --#i hope this was helpful TT #took me forever to write out lmao and apologies for typos im dead inside maybe

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Part of Me!

Warning: Cussing, mentions of torture

Chapter 8

She was put out of action for a few months because of the swelling on her spine they wanted to watch it and she was miserable. All she could do what physical therapy and it was hard at first but everyone kept telling her that she was lucky that swelling on her spine was the best outcome. To her it just meant time away from her friends and it meant that she was alone in a hotel room. It was hard to just be alone so long every day but the nights were the worst she would have dreams and nightmares about what could happen without her around. She sat up in her hotel room and threw the pillow across the room. “Watch it.” Bálor growled. She turned on the light and got up going to him. “Bálor.” (Y/N) breathed seeing him there.

He hugged her and she rubbed his back and arms smiling up at him. “I had to come.” Bálor said. She teared up and he picked her up putting her on the bed again and he sat with her leaning her against his chest. “A ghrá geal, how are you doing with this?” Bálor asked. “It sucks ok, no one has come to see me and I’ve been out for a few weeks now.” (Y/N) said sadly. He kissed the top of her head and she sighed. “I have news.” Bálor said. “Good news I hope.” (Y/N) said looking up. “He has seen the light somewhat.” Bálor said. “Because of what Sasha did to me, meaning I had to get hurt for him to care.” (Y/N) growled.

Bálor shook his head and lifted her chin to look at him. “It was partly because of that, (Y/N) and he had started to come around before then remember.” Bálor said. “I do I just wish he’d do something to show….He sent you didn’t he?” (Y/N) said. Bálor only smirked and she turned kissing him softly. “I love that he did this for me, sending me mo rí Demon.” (Y/N) purred in his ear. He laughed and cupped her cheeks kissing her heatedly. “At least one of us can follow our desires.” Bálor said. She giggled and started undressing him as he kissed her neck and moved the little straps on her nightie.

“I want to know if this is real this time.” (Y/N) said pulling back. “I can only do that with you in his body.” Bálor said. She leaned into him and sighed. “I should know that but I thought I sat up and threw the pillow.” (Y/N) said. “I know a rún mo chroí.” Bálor said softly. He had put her back to sleep when she let him pick her up. It was unfair to her to trick her into thinking it was real but he wanted her. It was like a sickness with him he needed her and she was his because of the mark on her neck and the one on her hand. “Would you like for me to hold you and make sure you sleep?” Bálor asked softly. “Please I’ve been having horrible nightmares lately.” (Y/N) said. He held her and she slept peacefully, that night was the first of many that she was held by her.

Seth knocked on her door and she ran to it half way expecting to see Finn. “Shorty.” Seth said. She hugged him and he spun her around. “I’ve missed you so much.” (Y/N) said. Seth put her down and gave her flowers. She smiled and put them in a vase when they went into her room. “You look so good I’ve been sent to tell you something.” Seth said. She looked at him and he smiled. “I’m cleared.” (Y/N) squealed and jumped into his arms. He cackled and threw her onto the bed then flopped on it with her. She looked at him and he brought her close. “Am I ok to be there tonight?” (Y/N) asked. “No, you come back on RAW next week.” Seth said.

She talked with every one she needed too and when she went home to get her stuff ready Finn was waiting for her on her steps. “Finn.” (Y/N) said running to him. He looked up and he got up hugging her tightly. “I have missed ya like mad love don’t ever do tat ta me again.” Finn said. She held him tightly and stroked his hair. “I won’t Finn I promise I am so glad you’re here.” (Y/N) said. He put her down and they went in. “I’m coming back Monday night.” (Y/N) said. “I know lass tat’s why I had ta see ya I’ve got a match and I want to go out after.” Finn said. “It’s a date.” (Y/N) said. He laughed and pulled her into his arms again. “I’ve missed this side of you Finn, are you and her still together?” (Y/N) asked softly. “I haven’t officially ended it yet.” Finn said. “I don’t care right now as long as my best friend is here.” (Y/N) said.

He kissed her forehead and she looked up at him. “Thank you for sending me Bálor I needed him like you wouldn’t believe.” (Y/N) said. He framed her face and she looked into his eyes. “I never tought I’d be so calm, ever since it happened I’ve been so on edge but when we’re wit ya we’re at peace.” Finn said. She smiled and pulled back kissing the palm of his hand. “I’m glad I’m your safe place Finn.” (Y/N) said. They spent that night together laughing and talking like they use too. He spent the night on her couch. That Monday when they got to the city she decided to go on a hike just to clear her mind. Finn found her on the trail and they laughed. “Great minds.” Finn said. “See ya later.” (Y/N) said.

She ran down the hallway thinking she had to get to him before he did something he'd regret. “Ya need ta leave me alone.” Finn growled. Cathy put her hands on his shoulders when he turned away. “It'll be ok baby you'll get better.” Cathy said. (Y/N) froze in her tracks. Bálor’s claws dug into the box and (Y/N) ran to them taking his hand. “Breath for me Finn and relax you'll beat him I know you will, you looked amazing out there.” (Y/N) said. Bálor looked at her as she laced her fingers with his. “Why are you even here, he's my boyfriend not yours!” Cathy said. “I need her here.” Finn said. (Y/N) looked at him seeing blue and not black. It was Finn he was saying that because she had calmed him like he told her that she could. He was really doing this with her here and she had to stop him he was still pissed about the match.

“I'm your girlfriend.” Cathy said. “That was a mistake.” Finn said. “Whoa, hey we've talked about this you have to relax before making rash decisions Finn.” (Y/N) said. She turned and Cathy slapped her hard. “Oh no.” Renee said and looked at Cathy then (Y/N). “Does he know you were sleeping with Seth?” Cathy growled. “Whoa, she and I never slept together, I mean she's beautiful but she's my friend that's all.” Seth said. “Please guys you have to leave.” (Y/N) said looking at Finn. “He's just upset he lost.” Cathy said coldly. (Y/N) slapped her and stood between her and Finn. “If you don't leave I'll do worse now go!?” (Y/N) yelled. Everyone left as she turned to Finn. “Hey let's get some air ok.” (Y/N) said.

He let her lead him outside. She put his coat on him and zipped it up. He stared up at the buildings. “Wish it was the stars.” Finn breathed. “Me too.” (Y/N) said. “The match was shit.” Finn said kicking a rock. “You shined like the star you are Finn don't let one set back take you down.” (Y/N) said. “Ya knew I'd need ya, tht we'd need ya.” Finn said. “It's my job isn't it Finn to keep you two outta trouble as much as possible.” (Y/N) said. “Wit no perks.” Finn said. She took his hand and he looked at her. “I don't need a perk when I've got you two.” (Y/N) said.

He knew this woman would love every part of him without fail. “You deserve the world.” Finn said. “Finn don't flirt with me when you've got her I'm your friend not a side piece.” (Y/N) said. He kept her hand in his when she went to pull away. “Look at me (Y/N), tell me you don't have feelings for me.” Finn said. Her heart skipped a beat and she looked up at him. “Finn don't do this to me it's not fair.” (Y/N) breathed. “I need to know (Y/N) please it's not just me it's Bálor as well.” Finn said. She saw his eyes flicker and pulled her hand away.

“Even if I told you, you'd never leave her she's what you want not someone like me.” (Y/N) said. He watched her turn and walk off. “Fuck this.” Finn said and ran after her taking her hand and pulling her to his body. “Let go Finn.” (Y/N) growled. He smirked and she shivered against him. “You should be more careful lass.” Finn said brushing his lips to hers. She looked at him in shock. “About what?” (Y/N) breathed. “Who ya fall in love wit.” Finn whispered nipping her lips. She pushed on his chest and he laughed. “We're stronger tan ya lass.” Bálor whispered in her ear. She looked up at him and stopped breathing.

“Bálor let me go.” (Y/N) pleaded. “I like you like this (Y/N).” Bálor said licking her neck. Her whole body vibrated and ached all at once. “Finn.” (Y/N) whimpered. He kissed behind her ear. “Tell us.” Finn whispered. “You both know you don't have to hear me say it.” (Y/N) panted. “I do, I need ta know if I go in tis building and break up wit her you'll be waitin.” Finn said. “Do you love her?” (Y/N) asked. “I did.” Finn said. “What happened?” (Y/N) asked. “I can't be myself with her.” Finn said. “Have you tried?” (Y/N) asked. “No.” Finn said. “Go try Finn you owe her to try I promise if it goes wrong I'll be there to protect her.” (Y/N) said. He took her head in his hands looking into her eyes. “I will if you tell me.” Finn vowed.

“I love you Finn and I love Bálor as well you're both special to me.” (Y/N) said. He kissed her passionately. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pinned her to the wall kissing her neck. Her hands gripped his hair as she arched off the wall. “Fuck (Y/N) you taste so good and so sweet.” Finn whispered against her neck. It sent goose bumps over her body and she pulled his lips to hers again. He was addictive, the way his soft lips pressed into hers and moved. She loved how firm they were against hers as well. His hair was so soft and the way he felt pressed against her was amazing. “Thank God.” Nia said.

They broke apart and Finn looked at Nia. “Nia, you can't tell anyone.” Finn said. “But everyone would be so happy.” Nia said. “They haven't broken up yet.” (Y/N) said. Nia grabbed him and put him against the wall. “Nia.” (Y/N) said surprised. “If you're still dating her then don't kiss (Y/N) like that, she loves you and she deserves to be happy don't ever treat her like a side piece or I'll break you.” Nia growled. “We all will.” Paige said. (Y/N) saw all the girls and teared up. “Nia please put him down he wasn't going to do that it just happened.” (Y/N) said. She put him down and he smiled at them. “I have no intention of hurtin her.” Finn said. “Finn, that's all you've ever done, we saw it when you said you were with Cathy.” Paige said. “I don't understand.” Finn said.

“The way she just knows you need calming down or the way she looks at you, Finn she had a ticket to Ireland to go see you when you were hurt.” Bayley said. (Y/N) looked at the ground her hands trying to find the pockets that weren't there. “Tell me yer kiddin Bayley.” Finn said. “No, she took a voucher for another trip or some shit.” Paige said. “I was with her she was a mess.” Bayley said. He looked at her. “(Y/N) look at me and tell me tat's not true, tell me I didn't go ta her when ya were right here.” Finn said. There was desperation in his voice and she knew his eyes were close to going black. “It's true.” (Y/N) said. He started to shake and she cupped his cheek. “Shh Finn its ok everything happens for a reason.” (Y/N) said.

“You were comin ta me and I...fuck me I believed her...I let her come between us for so long.” Finn said. “Girls let us have a few I'll be in for our match.” (Y/N) said. They left and he hit his knees panting. She knew this was bad that he could hurt someone. Cathy looked at Renee. “Why is she so important to him she's nothing.” Cathy said. Renee shook her head. “(Y/N) has always been special to him none of us know why but they're good for each other she can tame his demon I guess.” Renee said. “Bálor is a damned character not a part of him.” Cathy said. “Bálor isn't just paint he is a very real part of Finn.” Renee said. “Like I'd ever believe that.” Cathy said. Renee knew then it was superficial and that pissed her off.

“What did you tell him about her to make him be so cold to her?” Renee asked. Cathy laughed and smirked. “I told him she was sleeping with Seth.” Cathy said. (Y/N) kneeled down and rubbed his arm playing with his hair with her other hand. “I'm here now please you must relax.” (Y/N) pleaded. “I want ta rip her apart, ta cause her pain.” Bálor panted. “Shh Finn will handle it Bálor trust him I know it's hard for you my demon king but please trust him.” (Y/N) pleaded desperately. He looked at her and she nodded as he licked his lips. “He said you tasted sweet.” Bálor whispered. “You can kiss me if you relax.” (Y/N) said. He laughed and moved to a crouching position his head cocked to the side his pitch black gaze never leaving hers.

“(Y/N) you've got some darkness in you, you'd make a fine queen for me.” Bálor said moving closer. “You and I have an understanding my king, you like having Finn as a vessel so you need him happy.” (Y/N) said. “He is the best I have possessed in ages, his body is lean and he has no give in him Finn is perfect the pure hearted fool.” Bálor chuckled. “Don't you dare call him that he is a good man he did it out of love!” (Y/N) snapped. He laughed and she stood up looking down on him. “You need him and unfortunately he needs you.” (Y/N) said. Bálor stood his wings appearing and his eyes seemed blacker if it was possible. “How dare you look down on me!” Bálor roared. “Ba... Bálor stop you kn...know me.” (Y/N) stumbled. She hit the stone pillar and he towered over her it seemed. His clawed hand cupped her cheek and she shivered. He chuckled and she let a few tears go.

“(Y/N), you weren't scared of him?” Finn asked. “Yeah I was.” (Y/N) said. He brushed the tears away. “You've stood up to him countless times and this time he scared you.” Finn said in awe. “He had wings this time I've never seen him with wings, Finn.” (Y/N) said. Finn smirked and Bálor appeared again. “You do that so damned easily now that's eerie.” (Y/N) said. “It's because I've been locked away for so long, it's not easy staying locked up it's like not having sex for months.” Bálor said. “I uhmm wouldn't know.” (Y/N) said. “Or like denying yourself the pleasure of making love to a man you love deeply.” Bálor said against her ear. “Bálor.” (Y/N) breathed. “He wants you (Y/N), badly he knows once you two finally get to that point all of us will enjoy it.” Bálor said licking her neck.

She ground her teeth together and put her hands on his arms. “Finn.” Cathy called. “Shit.” (Y/N) said. Bálor turned and looked at the other woman. “Bálor stop please he loves her.” (Y/N) said. He looked at her and she licked her lips. “Please stop he does love her.” (Y/N) said. “Humans make a mess over everything.” Bálor growled. “It's his decision now let him make it.” (Y/N) said. Bálor nodded and the wings vanished along with the tendrils and markings the last to go were his eyes. Soon she was staring at a blue that made her melt. “Thank you.” Finn said. “I made you a promise.” (Y/N) said. “What are you!?” Cathy yelled. (Y/N) turned to her. “Please calm down if he gets upset you'll have a very frustrated and pissed off demon on your hands.” (Y/N) said.

Cathy back handed her and drew blood with one of her rings she had on. “(Y/N).” Finn said. “I'm ok.” (Y/N) said. Her voice shook as she leaned on the wall. Bálor surfaced instantly seeing her bloody and upset. “How dare you strike her!” Bálor yelled. (Y/N) was between them and put her hands on Balor's chest. “Shh I'm fine please relax.” (Y/N) pleaded. “She hurt you.” Bálor growled. “I'll be fine.” (Y/N) said. He took her chin in his hand and turned her face. “You won't require stitches.” Bálor sighed. She took his hand and he smirked. “Let him talk to her Bálor I've got a match to go win.” (Y/N) said. “To lose.” Cathy said.

(Y/N) turned and slapped her. “Watch me.” (Y/N) said. “We shall be.” Bálor said. (Y/N) smiled and walked off. The doctor cleaned and put a band aid over the cut and she went out to the ring. She stood there rolling her shoulders focusing on her opponent. Sasha came out and she smirked she’d been aching to get her hands on her since she coasted her months. They locked up and she threw Sasha into the corner and gave her an uppercut that knocked her head off. Sasha fell to the mat and (Y/R/N) pinned her for the win. “That was fast.” Michael said. “I think someone is tired of losing.” Corey said. She walked up the ramp and then went back to the locker room. “That was beautiful.” Paige said. “I've been dying to get my hands on her for what she coasted me.” (Y/N) said.

Finn walked up and she went to him. “What's the verdict?” (Y/N) asked. “She wants to meet the demon.” Finn said softly. “He won't be happy about this.” (Y/N) said. “I need you there.” Finn said. “Lucky me.” (Y/N) said. He hugged her tightly and she held onto his shoulders. “I wish this could wait.” Finn sighed. She kissed his neck softly. “Just a few more minutes Finn please.” (Y/N) said. He buried his head in her neck. Bayley took pictures of them. Renee walked by and saw them. “How long have they been like that?” Renee asked. “About five minutes I think.” Paige said.

He kissed behind her ear and she smiled. “I have a fee for keeping him calm.” (Y/N) whispered. “Name it.” Finn whispered. “Kiss me Finn like you’re proud of me for winning.” (Y/N) whispered. He laughed softly and caressed her cheek. “I am proud of you, (Y/N) you went out there and knocked her head off.” Finn said. She smiled as he leaned down kissing her long and slow drawing it out for both of them. Nia smiled and the rest of them took pictures. “I wish I could keep doing that.” Finn said. “So do I.” (Y/N) said. They went out to meet her holding hands until they got in eye sight.

He stopped and she turned going back to him. “Finn what's wrong?” (Y/N) asked. “This, this is wrong I don't want her I want you I've always wanted you.” Finn said. “Finn.” (Y/N) said softly. He walked toward Cathy and Bálor surfaced. She wanted to watch Bálor yell at Cathy, wanted to see him scare her so badly she'd have nightmares but she was too good of a person and friend to do that. “Bálor calm down let them talk.” (Y/N) said. He looked at her as she stepped between them. “I don't understand what just happened.” Cathy said.

She turned and faced the other woman. “Cathy this is Bálor, he isn't a character he is part of Finn and has been for years now.” (Y/N) said. “Why?” Cathy asked. “He made a deal with me that turned out badly for him in the end.” Bálor said. “He sold his soul for a contract?” Cathy assumed. “Please, Finn got that all on his own.” (Y/N) said. “She's right what Finn did he did out of love, he didn't have enough power to save her so we made a deal.” Bálor said. “And what happened to the girl?” Cathy asked. “She rejected him because she saw me even though he'd done it for her.” Bálor said. “Where do you come in at?” Cathy asked. “She found out about me by mistake, Finn and I had lost a match and I was pissed.” Bálor said.

“I was on my way to tell him that it was ok that he'd beat him next time when I came face to face with Bálor.” (Y/N) said. “And you didn't run screaming because?” Cathy asked. “(Y/N) is special she was scared to death but she knew her friend needed her.” Bálor said. Something about hearing Bálor say she was special made her happy. He wasn't all bad she was still frightened by him at times when he was pissed off but not like that first time. “I still don't understand.” Cathy said. Bálor rolled his eyes and sighed. “Bálor uses Finn as a vessel to walk in our world and Finn gets to call on him and use Balor's power.” (Y/N) explained. “That part I get it's you I don't understand.” Cathy said.

“I have this ability to know when Finn needs to calm down so Bálor won't come out.” (Y/N) said. “Like earlier when he last.” Cathy said. “Yes.” (Y/N) said. “Do you ever lose and he comes out anyway?” Cathy asked. “I'm not sure if I'd call it losing but yeah there are times Bálor just needs to come out.” (Y/N) said. Bálor saw the smirk appear on Cathy's lips first and growled. “So there really is no use for you.” Cathy said. “That's not true at all.” Bálor yelled. “Easy Bálor it's ok.” (Y/N) said. He looked at her and she saw Finn's eyes. He wasn't fully Bálor for some reason this time it was like Bálor had allowed him to see what was happening. She gasped and understood then, Bálor had known what Cathy would do, and he’d known she would try to twist their relationship so she could get him to stay with her.

“You're just using this trite to stay close to Finn because you love him.” Cathy spat. “Even if I was, how do you know he doesn't love me?” (Y/N) asked looking into Finn's eyes. “Please, you're like him mind on the ring there's nothing beautiful about you.” Cathy said. That did it, Finn's eyes went pitch black and she grabbed his arms. “Stop, she's entitled to her opinion Bálor.” (Y/N) said. He gripped her arms tightly and she looked at him sighing. “You won't hurt me Bálor we've been through this you can only hurt me if both of you hate me.” (Y/N) said. “Sometimes your mind is what I like the least about you.” Bálor growled. She laughed and kissed his cheek.

“Yeah like I'd ever believe that lie Bálor.” (Y/N) said. He laughed and slowly pulled away. “Cleaver as the devil and twice as beautiful.” Bálor said. She blinked and looked at him in shock. He'd never called her beautiful in front of anyone before. “I can do what you do.” Cathy said. Cathy moved her out of the way and Bálor raised an eyebrow. “You're really going to let her try?” Bálor asked. “Sure.” (Y/N) said. He smirked at her and then looked at Cathy. “You're shacking sweetheart.” Bálor said. Cathy put her hands on his biceps and he growled. “Back up now.” (Y/N) said. “I can do this if you can.” Cathy said.

Bálor had seen everything he needed too and so had Finn. “Cathy please back up.” (Y/N) said. She knew even if they both hated her if Bálor hurt her Finn would lose his mind. “No.” Cathy said. She grabbed Cathy and yanked her back as Balor's hand slashed (Y/N)'s chest. Cathy landed on her ass and Bálor looked at (Y/N). She was clutching her chest and he looked at his hand. “No!” Bálor/Finn yelled. She touched his cheek and he held her close. “I'm going to be ok just take me inside.” (Y/N) said. Finn came through and picked her up. “Stay awake.” Finn said. “Put me down it's not that deep.” (Y/N) sighed. He moved her arm and she screamed in pain. “Your arm.” Finn said. “Yeah it's broken but that's all.” (Y/N) said.

He took her other hand and they went in and left Cathy there. “I'll be ok Finn please stop fussing over me.” (Y/N) said sitting on her bed. “This is our fault.” Finn said. “No, this is Cathy's fault if she'd moved like I said I'd be fine.” (Y/N) said. “I'm going to end things with her.” Finn said. (Y/N) just bit the inside of her bottom lip. “I can't stand her getting you hurt by him.” Finn said. “Bálor called me beautiful in front of her last night.” (Y/N) said. “You are beautiful.” Finn said putting things on her table and she grabbed his hands. “Sit down please you're making me nervous.” (Y/N) said. He moved her hair and kissed her softly.

“Go do what you have to but relax ok don't let him come out because he will hurt her.” (Y/N) said. “And you care?” Finn asked softly. “He hurts her and you'll be a mess.” (Y/N) teased. “I'll do it over the phone.” Finn said. “Finn, go and remember I'm here and I'll be ok.” (Y/N) said. He kissed her again and she sighed. “You could stay and wait until I'm asleep.” (Y/N) said. He laid with her and she was soon fast asleep. He got up and she shivered so he wrapped her up more. Once he left he went to his room and crashed.

Bálor didn’t go the (Y/N) that night and hold her he couldn’t face her. He’d hurt the one person that he and Finn both loved dearly, she was part of them. So instead he decided to have some fun that neither Finn nor (Y/N) would know about at least until Finn broke up with her. Bálor went to Cathy in her dream. She looked at him and he laughed as she tried to wake up. “It’s useless I control this realm and you are here because you made me hurt someone I love.” Bálor smirked and licked his lips feeling her fear growing. His markings moved and changed until he looked like he was going to eat her soul. He had toyed with the idea for a moment or two but decided it would be too much.

“I just didn’t move.” Cathy said softly. “You knew what you were doing and I saw into your mind so I’ve seen it all, every underhanded and dirty thing you’ve ever thought about doing to her.” Bálor said. “So?” Cathy said. “I’ll be doing that to you.” Bálor said. He put her on the rack and decided to cut her for every bad thought that she had ever had about (Y/N), for every lie she had told Finn about (Y/N) and for the fact that she had known he was going to hurt her and didn’t move so (Y/N) would stand in the way. He spent the next hours of her sleeping to torture her. When she woke up she had to check to see if it was real or not.

The next morning he went to Cathy's room. “Why did you send your demon to me, do you know what he did to me all for your little slut?” Cathy scratched. “What do you mean, I would never send him to hurt you.” Finn said trying to stay calm. She slapped him and shut the door. “You’re damned Demon tortured me in my dreams last night he said it was because of her!” Cathy screamed. “Her name is (Y/N) and her arm is broken because of you Cathy, you caused me to hurt her.” Finn said. “Your demon did that.” Cathy said. “He's part of me.” Finn said. “So I noticed.” Cathy said. “We're over Cathy, last night when you touched me I saw everything you've been manipulating me so I'd stay away from my best friend.” Finn said.

He closed his eyes breathing slowly. His shirt still smelled like (Y/N) and it calmed him. “You want to run to her then go but don’t you dare send your demon after me again.” Cathy said. “Bálor isn’t under my control and you pissed him off so you have to take what he does it’s not my problem Cathy.” Finn growled. “Baby listen your friend can stay I don't mind as long as she keeps that thing in check.” Cathy said. He backed up and closed his eyes. “Bálor is part of me just like (Y/N) is, I love her and that's all that matters.” Finn said. He turned and she laughed. “She used her ability to stay close to you I can calm him down as well.” Cathy said. Finn let go and he turned to her transforming.

“Do it then, calm me down enough so Finn can leave.” Bálor said coldly. Cathy backed up and he shook his head. “Even after I hurt her she never looked at me with fear and disgust in her eyes last night.” Bálor said. “She’s a fool for being near you and you don’t scare anyone.” Cathy said slapping him. Bálor laughed and stood over her smirking. “That didn’t hurt at all, and remember little girl the next time you go near my queen it better be to apologize and bow to her.” Bálor said. She laughed and he growled at her. “I will never apologize to that woman and she is not a queen, she’s nothing always has been always will be.” Cathy said. Bálor grabbed her and she smiled at him. “Hurt me and you know Finn will never forgive you even if he hates me he has too pure a heart to allow you to hurt me.” Cathy smirked.

She was right unfortunately Finn was screaming in his head to put her down but it was only because she knew about them. He stepped back and took a breath calming down. “You don't need her you can do it yourself.” Cathy said. “How do you think I just calmed down?” Finn asked. “Thinking of her.” Cathy said. “Goodbye Cathy.” Finn said and walked out. He felt so confused, not about his feelings for (Y/N) or being with her but because of Bálor, maybe (Y/N) could help and talk to his demon. When he got to (Y/N)'s door it was open and everyone was inside. “Guys I'm fine thanks for all the flowers and things but I'm fine.” (Y/N) said. “(Y/N).” Finn called. She shot up and ran to him. “Hey how'd it go?” (Y/N) asked. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead.

“That bad huh?” Paige asked. He laughed and hugged Sasha. “Can we talk alone please?” Finn asked. “Yes.” Everyone said. They all laughed and then they left. She shut the door and he sat on her bed. “So?” (Y/N) asked. “Bálor visited her last night and tortured her because she caused you to get hurt.” Finn said. She sat on the bed and sighed. (Y/N) looked at him and licked her lips closing her eyes. “I’m flattered, I know that’s bad and wrong but Finn she took you from me and I am hurt because of her so allow me to be selfish about this.” (Y/N) said. Finn blinked and took her hand. “I understand but will you stop him from doing it again just because she knows about us and that could cause problems.” Finn said. “I will Finn I won’t let her hurt you like that.” (Y/N) said.

Bálor looked at her and she smiled at him. “I need you to stop visiting her and torturing her because if she tells anyone then you and Finn will be done in the ring and as a person you will be an experiment and I’ll never see either of you again.” (Y/N) said. He smiled and nodded. “I’ll stop so we can stay and I’ll do one better lass, I’ll wipe her memory of me and Finn, it will just be like he broke up with her for whatever I chose to use.” Bálor said. “You can do that?” (Y/N) asked. Bálor laughed and leaned in close kissing behind her ear. “I made you believe I was inside you didn’t I (Y/N), don’t doubt me now lass.” Bálor said.

He closed his eyes and she was looking at Finn again and she kissed him softly. “I got him to stop and he is going to work his magic and wipe her memory and implant something.” (Y/N) said. He smiled and she smiled at him squeezing his hand. “So you want to go on a date with a handsome Irish man ten lass?” Finn asked playfully. “Where can I find one?” (Y/N) teased. He pulled her close and she put her arms around his neck. “Seriously do you know any?” (Y/N) asked. He threw her on the bed and started tickling her. She laughed like a kid again and he stopped when she looked at him.

He leaned down and kissed her long and slow as he rubbed her thighs. “Finn.” (Y/N) sighed as he kissed her neck. “I know.” Finn whispered. “No you don't I have to tell you something.” (Y/N) said. “You used the fact that you could calm me down to stay close because you love me.” Finn said. “Ok so you do know and you're ok with this?” (Y/N) asked. She was scared he'd leave but he was her best friend he had to know. “I've always known ya used tat ta be close and maybe I used ya ta be close ta someone tat understood all of me.” Finn admitted getting up. She laughed and he looked at her. “Do you love me Finn?” (Y/N) asked. “I always have.” Finn admitted. She smiled and pulled him back over her. “You ran from me.” (Y/N) said. “Like a scared puppy.” Finn said. “Why?” (Y/N) asked caressing his cheek.

“You know all of me and I didn't think you could love me because you knew me so deeply.” Finn said. She kissed his forehead and he looked at her. “I love you because I know you so deeply.” (Y/N) said. “I feel like you're part of me.” Finn said. “I am.” (Y/N) whispered smiling. “What part?” Finn asked. “The part that comes between you and Bálor, that little part of you that loves both man and demon.” (Y/N) said. He laughed and smiled. She rubbed his back and shoulder. “That feels good (Y/N).” Finn said. “I need you to do something for me Finn.” (Y/N) said. “What?” Finn asked. “I need to see Bálor again.” (Y/N) said. “I can't do that right now.” Finn said. “Why not?” (Y/N) asked. “I'm too happy.” Finn said.

She blushed and he laid next to her grinning. She rolled over and put her arm on his chest. He kissed her fingers and she blushed. “I have a sharpie and I saved you a piece of prime real estate.” (Y/N) said as she got up. He sat up and she got the pen then sat next to him again. “Ya sure ya want me to?” Finn asked. She giggled and nodded. “I am.” (Y/N) said. He narrowed his eyes at her. “Close your eyes lass.” Finn said. She moved closer and laid her head on his shoulder looking away. “This work?” (Y/N) asked.

It seemed like it took forever for him to write anything and she'd fallen asleep. “Alright lass.” Finn said. She didn't move so he laid her in his lap so he could pick her up. He laid her down on the bed and kissed her softly. “Finn.” (Y/N) murmured. “Shh lass I'm here.” Finn whispered. “I'm hot.” (Y/N) whispered. He felt her forehead and cheeks. “You’re not hot love it could be the meds.” Finn soothed. She sighed and went back to sleep. He stroked her hair and she smiled in her sleep. It was like watching his own personal angel sleep.

Gaelic Terms used

A rún mo chroí (uh ROON muh KHREE): Literally “Secret of my heart.”

mo rí Demon means my demon king

A ghrá geal (uh GHRAH gyal): Literally “bright love

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shance month - day 27 - socks

I’d like to thank @skylocked for giving me some suggestions for what to write for this prompt (and you can thank my own lack of self control for using all of them)

Domestic fluff and a love story told in socks

It was late, and the train was quiet; peaceful compared to the usual hectic commuter trains. Shiro had to stay late at the office, which was not unusual, but this was the first time he's a caught the last train home.

He sat in the four-seater space, he needed the extra leg room, and a young man sat a seat up opposite, headphones on, his foot bouncing to the music. He’d been sitting there before Shiro and didn't seem to mind sharing the space on the mostly empty train, he smiled and given a small nod when Shiro asked if he could sit. Thankfully he hadn't taken his headphones off and tried to start a conversation after that.

Shiro settled his briefcase on his lap and took out some papers, his job for the day wasn't quite over. He pinched the bridge of his nose and squinted at the words, his tired eyes making everything fuzzy.

From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the man's foot bouncing to the beat of his music. It was distracting.

Shiro lowered his papers and considered if he could reasonably get away with asking the man to stop. He wasn't noisy or disruptive, and he had been sitting there first… but his bouncing foot was so annoying.

Shiro watched it, growing steadily more hypnotised by the repetitive movement. The man's pant leg rode up, and Shiro could see his sock. It was a shark, its mouth opened around the leg of the sock, so it looked like it was eating the man's foot. As the man continued to bounce his leg, it looked like the shark was swimming through the air.

Shiro laughed. The man stopped bouncing his foot and looked at him. Shiro quickly returned to his papers, but it was too late. He’d been caught staring.

“You're not some weird foot fetish guy are you?” the man spoke cautiously, his foot resting on the floor with the other one ready to get up and leave if he had to.

“No! Your bouncing foot was distracting, and your sock looked funny!” Shiro said briskly.

“Oh good. I was worried you were going to try and cut my feet off next time we went through a tunnel or something,” the man laughed all signs of suspicion gone. He stood up and flopped down on the seat next to Shiro.

“I'm Lance. What's your name?” Lance asked. He smiled, and Shiro's heart fluttered. Lance was gorgeous, tall with long elegant limbs and golden bronze skin. His eyes were bright and mischievous. Shiro smiled and introduced himself.

“So you like cats?” Lance asked teasingly. Shiro blushed and shuffled his feet his feet to the side.

“Hey you were looking at my feet, it's only fair I saw yours. I like cats," Lance reassured him.

Shiro felt a little better about his decision to wear the cute white cat socks today. There was a cat face stitched into the leg of the sock and little triangles of white on the cuff for the cat's ears.

After only a few minutes of conversation, they'd exchanged numbers, and the journey was coming to an end.

They reached Lance's stop, and he got up to leave. “Call me,” he winked.

- - -

The first time they slept together in the same bed together, without the wild passion of sex, just the comforting presence of another person to fall asleep with, Shiro wore socks.

“Shiro, you forgot to take your socks off,” Lance complained. Tiredly he tried to shove his boyfriend away.

“No, I didn't, my feet get cold,” Shiro grumbled back. His arms coiled around Lance and pulled him close. He tried to loop his legs with the other man, but Lance moved his legs away.

“You wear socks to bed?” he asked incredulously.

“How else would I keep my feet warm?”

Lance looked pained. “But… it's weird" he whined wriggling in Shiro's arms.

“Why is it weird?” Shiro chuckled. He found Lance's disgust far too entertaining. His socked feet chased Lance's legs under the covers.

“No, stop! It feels weird" Lance shrieked kicking Shiro's feet away.

“I can't sleep if my feet are cold.”

“You haven't worn socks any of the times I stayed over before, " Lance accused glaring at Shiro.

“Well all those other times I was exhausted after fucking you into the mat-” the rest of Shiro's words were muffled by Lance's hand.

“Pervert," he grumbled. Shiro wiggled his eyebrows at him.

Lance lowered his hand from Shiro's mouth and snuggled up to him.

“You know you're lucky I love you or else I would seriously have to reconsider this relationship.”

Shiro froze. So did Lance.

“Oh shit. No, I didn't mean to say that yet. Forget I said anything!” Lance rolled out of Shiro's arms and turned his back to the other man.

It took a few moments for Shiro to recover and for the words to sink in. He wrapped his arms around Lance's waist and spooned him.

Lance was tense. Afraid his impromptu confession had ruined everything. Shiro kissed the back of his neck and held him tight.

“I love you too.”

The next time Lance stayed over, he gave Shiro a soft, comfortable pair of slipper socks to wear to bed. Lance stayed over more after that.

- - - -

“Lance can you please explain why I found these odd socks behind the sofa?” Shiro asked with a tired sigh. Work was hectic, and Shiro was constantly exhausted, he didn't need his boyfriend/almost fiancé (if he ever caught five minutes to himself to actually ask Lance to marry him) leaving odd socks all around the house. It was frustrating never being able to find a matching pair.

“I don't know I didn't leave them there."

“You're the only other one who lives here.” Shiro dropped the handful of socks on the coffee table like a damning piece of evidence.

Lance stared at them unimpressed.

“Those aren't all mine.”

“But some of them are, and you're always stealing my socks,” Shiro retorted testily. He didn't mind Lance wearing his socks, but his exhaustion and the fact they hadn't had any quality time together for weeks was getting the better of him.

“You wear my socks too! How do I know you aren't the one just dumping your socks where ever you feel like it? You spend so long at work lately and always come back so late you probably don't even remember where you left all your socks!” Lance challenged his hands clenched into fists. He wasn't the only one feeling the strain of Shiro's job.

“I'm not that out of it,” Shiro defended though he no longer sounded so confident. It was a possibility, but after coming so far in the fight, he was too proud to back down.

“Shiro, last week you came back so late you took a shower in your clothes and then fell asleep in the bath. If I weren't such a light sleeper, you would have flooded the place.” Lance said flatly.

“I know that but-” Any argument Shiro had died on his lips as he caught sight of their cat, Blue, jumping off the coffee table with one of the socks in her mouth. His eyes followed her as she ran behind the sofa. When she reappeared again a moment later, there was no sign of the sock.

“Blue! It was you?!” Lance admonished. He scooped the cat up in his arms, nuzzled the top of her head and kissed her.

“You know kissing and cuddling her isn't really telling her off,” Shiro sighed, but he was no longer angry.

“I can't believe we almost had our first major fight over socks,” Shiro muttered stoking the cats head.

“Blue, you almost made your fathers have a big fight. You should be ashamed of yourself!” Lance coddled her and kissed her again. Blue meowed and nuzzled his cheek.

“I'm going to quit my job,” Shiro announced smiling as he saw Lance fuss over the cat. He didn't want to lose this; the job was not worth it. Lance stopped fussing Blue and looked up at Shiro wide eyes.

“You're going to quit?” Lance breathed.

“Yes. I need a job that doesn't require I work twenty-seven hours a day. Besides I've saved up enough, and I'll find a new job pretty quickly.” Shiro said confidently.

“Saved up for what?”

“You'll see,” Shiro kissed Lance's forehead.

- - -

“And so the Cat kept looking at the Shark, and the Shark noticed!” Lance said emphatically waving the shark sock puppet on his right hand around. He turned his hand to the left and right making the shark look around.

The cat sock, on his left hand, looked away, pretending it hadn't been staring.

Mirana giggled and pulled the blanket up to her chin.

“Now the Shark was a little creeped out that the Cat kept looking at its tail fin but the Shark was brave, and he thought the Cat was kinda cute.” He waved the shark through the air closer to the cat.

“'Are you planning to gobble up my tail?' The Shark asked boldly,“ he waved the shark again his fingers moving as he gave the shark words.

“The cat was startled ‘No I am not!’ he said smartly. ‘I just think your fin is very pretty’,” Lance waved the cat around now making it nod it's head as it spoke.

Mirana giggled again. “But Papi cats eat fish and sharks are fish,” she said sagely.

Lance gasped. “Not this cat!” he said bopping her nose with the cat. The girl laughed and rolled over in bed hiding her face in her pillow.

“Now where was I? Oh yes so the Shark sat by the Cat," he moved the shark again and held it next to the cat, “and the two talked all through the journey home," he moved their mouths animately imitating lively conversation.

“Papi?”

“Yes, dear?”

“How did the shark ride the train?”

“Well this shark is a special shark, he can swim through the air as well as water," Lance explained waving the shark through the air imitating swimming.

“Sharks can't swim through air.”

“Oh really? Then what is this one doing?” He moved the shark puppet through the air towards her and tickled her with it. Mirana shrieked in delight and tried to swat her father's hands away.

“Ok ok I'm sorry Mr shark,” she screamed.

From the doorway, they both heard a deep laugh.

“Papa!” Mirana stood on her bed and jumped up and down. Blue, their old cat who had been curled up on the end of the child's bed until then meowed indignantly, hoped off the bed and ambled slowly out the room. Shiro moved over to the bed and caught Mirana mid-jump, he swept her up into his arms and smothered her with kisses. She laughed loudly and tried to wriggled away.

“Now why aren't you in bed young lady?” He asked after he felt he'd given his daughter enough kisses.

“Papi was telling me a bedtime story,” Mirana said brightly.

“Oh really? Was it a good story?” he looked down at lance and smiled. Lance waved the sock puppets at him.

“It was fun but not really believable," she said critically. Lance gave an exaggerated gasp.

“I wanted to hear the story of how you met, but Papi told me a story about a cat and a shark instead.”

Shiro laughed and put her down and tucked her up in bed.

“Well maybe next time I'll tell you the story, but for now you need to sleep," he kissed her forehead and stepped away.

“Goodnight angel" Lance kissed her forehead too.

“Good night papa, goodnight Papi," she called after them, yawning. She closed her eyes and snuggled up in her blankets.

They left her room turning the lights off but leaving the space nightlight on; it shone a gentle pattern of stars around the room.

“So a shark and a cat huh?” Shiro asked when they were in their room. He held Lance's wrist looking at the handmade sock puppets.

“What else?” Lance asked with a grinned. He wiggled his fingers making the sock puppets mouths move.

“I did want to use the socks we were wearing when we first met, but they didn't really work.”

“I think you did a good job.” Shiro smiled. The shark was a deep navy blue with blue eyes. The cat was black, with a white tuft of fur on his head and a white line across its nose.

“It's your turn to tell the story next time. Maybe you can tell the story of the Cat and the Shark's wedding,” Lance said as he pulled the puppets off his hand and carefully handed them to Shiro.

“I think Mirana will like that,” Shiro chuckled. Their daughter would probably get tired of the silly sock puppet stories as she got older, but socks had paid an oddly important part in their lives, in bringing them together and keeping them together, it only felt right to tell her the story of their love through socks.

#shance #shancemonth2k18 #shance month #shiro x lance #lance x shiro #ific #voltron

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Mark of Fate

Genre: Jimin x Reader AU, BTS, Romance, Angst, Soulmate AU

Rated: Teen (For angst) No swearing

Keywords: Jimin, soulmate, angst, dance major, college, one-shot

Written for @b00pydoooo (she likes angst apparently)

Mark of Fate

Part One: A Night to Remember

Soulmate marks. A rather tricky business. They are sometimes known as “the mark of fate,” “angel kisses,” or “matchmakers.” The lucky ones get a mark somewhere obvious---their hand or cheek maybe. The slightly less fortunate might end up with one on their stomach or leg, but still those aren’t that bad. A soulmate mark on your butt and you are going to have a heck of a time.

Each mark is unique in texture, size, and shape, often reflecting personality. Marks of fate show up right around your high school years, and the appearance of one is seen as a coming of age and is usually celebrated---usually.

The exception to this is in the extremely rare case of two marks appearing together.

Having a second mark is a bad omen indicating the worst of soulmate fortunes. There are four types of secondary marks.

The diamond: you and your soulmate are destined to part ways early in life.

The circle: you will suffer infertility or the loss of your children.

The triple star: one or both of you have multiple soulmates.

The cross: you and your soulmate will never meet in this life.

You remember vividly the day you got your mark. It was your junior year of high school. You woke up and pulled off your pajamas and there it was---the silhouette of a heart dissolving into music notes, located on the left side of your chest. Right over your heart.

You checked every microscopic inch of yourself over, looking for a second mark. To your relief, you found nothing.

Throughout high school and into the first two years of college you searched diligently for your soulmate, dating around to build good relationship skills. However, by the time your third year rolls in, you are still unmatched and feeling a little discouraged.

Last semester you were accepted into the dance program at Farsight University, one of the most prestigious schools in the country for the performing arts. You are thrilled to finally be pursuing your passion.

Today your brother Namjoon found his soulmate and came over to share the good news.

“Her name is Hana!” Namjoon hands you his phone, his eyes shining. On the screen is a woman with flowing black hair and deep black eyes. On her neck is a soft blue feather matching your brother’s. He holds her gently in the photo, an arm around her shoulder, his face practically glowing. You pull him into a hug, feeling ecstatic.

“I’m so thrilled for you! How did you find her?” you say, looking excitedly up at him.

“It was pure luck. I was shopping for some new shoes and she came into the store. I didn’t notice her mark until we got in line to check out. I got her number and now we’re going out this Saturday.” Namjoon smiles shyly, running his hand through his hair, cheeks flushed. “She’s really great, I already like her a lot.”

“I’m really happy for you!” you say sincerely. But a small part of you is frustrated with your inability to find your match. Namjoon stays and talks for a while before heading home, leaving you to process it all.

Your last roommate just got engaged to their soulmate. Your parents found each other when they were sixteen. A cousin who is close to your age has just announced their first baby. Now Namjoon has found his match.

You head into your room and flop down on the bed, feeling dejected. Seeing Namjoon already so in love fills you with longing to meet your own soulmate. You want someone to look at you that way, with the deepest affection in their eyes. You are always wondering what your soulmate is like. Taller? Shorter? Can they speak the same language? What do they like to do in their free time?

You’re carried away in your daydreaming when there comes a knock on your door, derailing your train of thought. Before you can even sit up your roommate Jungkook comes barging in, waving around a piece of paper.

“Hey, I brought you this!” he says, plopping down on the bed beside you and dropping the paper on your face. You hold it up to read it.

“Dance competition---The Diamond Nightclub. Compete against other dancers from around the city. Grand prize of a hundred dollars.” You notice the date at the bottom. “Hey, this says the sign up date was two weeks ago!”

You smack Jungkook, feeling annoyed that he brought you a useless flyer. He shrugs.

“I kind of forgot about it ok? I just found it underneath my keyboard. But I thought it might be fun to still go and watch since you’re a dance major and all.” He grins mischievously. “You’re also one hundred percent single, so it wouldn’t be a bad idea for you to get out out there and dance with a few hot guys, and I can totally help you with that.” You roll your eyes.

“In your dreams Kookie. Are you forgetting that you are even more single than I am? You’ve never even been on a date. I think you need to go.”

Jungkook wrinkles his nose.

“Hey, I don’t need anyone right now. Too much to do, you know?” he sniffs.

“What, like playing video games until four in the morning?” you grin, sticking out your tongue. He responds by pushing you off the bed onto the floor. For a moment the two of you wrestle for the space, but with his ridiculous physique your attempts are useless

“That’s my bed, let me up!” you grumble, shoving him as hard as you can.

“Come to the dance-off with me!” he says, keeping you back easily with one hand.

“Nooo you’re being annoying! Get out of my room!”

“Say you’ll come with me and I’ll leave,” he smirks. You sigh, knowing you’re defeated. He was right anyway, you didn’t exactly have plans for tonight. All of your friends were off on dates with their soulmates.

“Fine, I’ll go! But you’re paying the bus fee,” you insist, eyeing him. He laughs, hopping off the bed.

“I knew you would give in! It starts at nine so be ready to go in two hours!” He struts out of the room, leaving the door wide open. You turn over on your bed, not feeling like getting up, and open your phone. Pulling up the search bar, you type “findyourmatch.com” and login to your account. The website keeps a record of soulmate marks, but so far it’s been completely useless and today there are still no results. You glance at the flyer, picking it up.

Even if he was a brat, Jungkook was right. Getting out there and actually meeting people was the only way you could find your soulmate. Feeling a little more determined, you jump out of bed and start getting ready to leave.

Two hours later you’re dressed in a white t-shirt tucked into skinny jeans with a pair of black converse to match, ready to take on the night. As promised, Jungkook pays for you both to take the bus. You arrive at the club after a short ride, starting to feel pumped up to watch the dancers. Jungkook pulls you inside and out onto the dance floor. The dimly lit building is packed, bodies jostling wildly about under the flashing lights. As you’re making your way through the crowd the DJ taps the mic for attention.

“Ladies and gentleman, please clear the floor! Our dance-off is about to begin!” he calls. You manage to snag a spot right in front. Jungkook makes a fist.

“This is going to be so cool!” he says, jumping on the spot.

“Please give a round of applause for our freestyle dancers!” shouts the DJ. The crowd explodes with noise as the competitors strut onto the floor, a few of them striking cheeky poses for their audience. The DJ continues his spiel, spitting out the words almost as if he were rapping. “Out of the twenty people who signed up to dance, only five will make it past the first round and have a chance to really show off their skills! In this tight space the competition will be tough, so let’s cheer for them as they get on the beat!”

The lights go dim except for in the arena. The dancers take position. A hush steals over the room. The DJ slowly eases up the volume, the base causing the floor to vibrate. Slowly the dance floor comes to life with people swaying on their feet. There’s not a lot of space, so they’re forced to get creative and keep their moves tight. The DJ watches carefully, inspecting each of them in turn. His judgement is swift and final---by the time the first song is finished, ten have already been eliminated.

With the added space, the dancers are spreading out and getting elaborate, some doing complicated spins and others flipping head over heels in an effort to please. With a final wave of his hand, the DJ pushes the last five off the floor.

“Now is where the fun really starts!” he cries out as the crowd goes nuts. You scream and jump with Jungkook, blown away by the dancers’ talent so far. You have no regrets about coming now. Three girls and two guys are left. They bow, relishing the attention.

“Unlike round one, these dancers will be performing individually! The winner will be chosen by you, the audience. Our first contestant is number three! Please give it up for PARK JIMIN!” You peer over Jungkook’s shoulder at the black-haired man who heads for the center of the room. His sharp black eyes stare down the crowd, his well-muscled body a powerful presence.

As the music starts he stands silently, poised on the edge of his toes. Suddenly he’s off, moving at such an intense speed it becomes hard to follow exactly which way he’s going. He spins, dives, rolls, flips---everything you’ve witnessed up until now is nothing compared to the grace and intensity of this man. He waves to the crowd as he shows off complicated footwork, diving toward the floor into a handstand where he continues the pattern. You clap to the beat, unable to take your eyes off of him, adrenaline rushing to your head as though you’re the one out there on the floor.

Jimin is upright again, sweat pouring off his body, tank top clinging to his chest. He spins rapidly, corkscrewing up and down, finishing with a front flip and landing in a split, one arm high in the air. Everyone loses their minds over his spectacular performance, the volume deafening.

Jimin smiles, chest heaving. He stands up, frame trembling, and attempts to wipe some of the sweat from his eyes. He yanks off his tank and dabs at his face, exposing his abs, at which the crowd breaks into a fresh round of applause. But there’s something else. It’s hard to make out in the dim light, but you think...it looks like…

You lock eyes with Jungkook, astonished.

“He’s got your matchmaker!” he hisses excitedly. You’re not really sure how to process this information. The room swoops underneath you and Jungkook grabs your arm to hold you steady.

That beautiful, graceful, sexy, intense dancer is your soulmate.

The next four performances are completely outside of your notice. Your eyes are glued to Jimin who rests casually on the sidelines. Never in your wildest dreams could you have come up with anyone more perfect. Over and over you rehearse scenarios in which you tell him that he is your match. You feel two feet tall, completely insignificant. My dance skills are nothing compared to his!

To no one’s surprise, the crowd declares him the winner without a moment’s hesitation, leaving Jimin looking very pleased. He waves at the people, laughing, his eyes smiling until they’re practically closed. The DJ taps the mic again.

“Congratulations to Park Jimin! Now we’re going to have a bit of a twist. One volunteer from the crowd will have a chance to compete against him for the title! Take five minutes to think it over, and the first person on the floor when I call out will compete against our champion!” The buzz of chatter fills the room.

You look at Jungkook, still not thinking clearly. He laughs at your expression.

“You should get out there and dance with him! It would be perfect!” he giggles, eyes glowing with mischief. You shake your head vigorously.

“I wouldn’t even be able to start dancing! I would just melt into the floor!” you say resolutely. Jungkook grabs your shoulders, giving you a playful shake. The DJ comes back to the mic, the entire room on edge, ready to burst forward.

“GO!” he screams. In one swift move Jungkook lifts you up and throws you onto the dance floor; you barely manage to stay on your feet, crouching low to the ground as you rock back and forth. Mortified, you stand swiftly up, coming face to face with none other than Park Jimin. He smiles at you politely.

“Ready?” he asks. You nod, unable to speak, unable to comprehend anything aside from the pure terror coursing through your veins.

“It’s ok, dancing is easy!” Jimin says encouragingly, striking a pose as the music starts. You take a deep breath, summoning every ounce of strength you have in you to keep it together. At first you’re uncertain, but watching him from up this close, you start to relax, your movements becoming more fluid and free-spirited. Nothing else could speak from your heart like moving to the music.

Jimin faces you, taunting you with various poses and a front flip. You smirk back, eyes narrowing, and mimic his dancing, as if you were his reflection. The two of you circle around, playing off of each other. If he flips forward, you flip backward. If he dances toward you, you dance away. Back and forth you go, pushing and pulling, tied by an invisible string. Closer and closer you get until you’re nearly touching. He gives you the slightest nod, signalling the finale’s arrival. He moves to roll forward and in a burst of creativity you pull a front flip over him, landing in an identical pose by chance.

The applause is like thunder in the room, Jungkook screams hysterically in the front of the crowd for you. You sneak a glance at Jimin, who is grinning back at you with the most adorable smile. The two of you stand up together, taking a bow in unison. He turns to face you, holding out his hand. You grab it, and in a surge of confidence, pull it behind you, yanking him forward so that your chests are touching. Reaching up with your free hand, you shyly pull down the rim of your shirt, revealing your mark. He gasps, pulling away from you sharply.

“You...you’re…!” He can’t seem to function, his mouth just hangs open, his eyes huge. The DJ announces the results, but neither of you can hear him, you’re both too caught up in this moment. After a moment Jimin finds himself.

“We need to talk. Can we go outside?” he says quickly. You nod, unsure of how to react, unable to read his expression. He starts to pull you toward the exit, and you make sure to catch Jungkook’s eye, who gives you a nod. He motions toward his phone for you to text him later.

The night air is cool on your sweaty skin. Jimin looks at you for a moment, before reaching a hand out to touch your mark, trembling. He traces it gingerly with his fingers.

“It’s really you,” he whispers. Suddenly he laughs, pulling you toward him.

“Out there, when we were dancing...it’s like I knew all along,” he says softly. His skin is warm and damp against yours, and you lean into his embrace, feeling a little lightheaded.

Just this morning you were jealous of Namjoon’s discovery, and now you had just happened upon your soulmate, who is better than you could ever imagine.

For a long time the two of you talk softly, the moonlight reflecting off his chest as it moves in and out. His black hair curls out past his forehead, shadowing his eyes, which are softer and sweeter than you initially thought. He holds you close to him as if this was completely natural. As the night air grows colder, you start to shiver uncontrollably.

If Jimin had had any clothes on that he could offer you, he would have---instead he holds you tightly and leads you back inside. Jungkook is nowhere in sight, you assume he has gone home. The DJ lights up when he spots you coming in, waving vigorously as he runs toward you.

“That was a spectacular performance from you both! Are you a couple?”

Jimin responds with a confident “yes” making you blush scarlet. The DJ hands you an envelope.

“Since that’s the case, I’ll leave it up to you to split the money!” He leaves promptly, heading back to his table. You hold the envelope out to Jimin.

“This is yours, I didn’t even sign up to compete.”

He pushes the money away.

“You keep it! I never expected to meet anyone like you tonight. That is enough for me.” He runs a hand through his hair, suddenly looking exhausted. You too are starting to ache from the long night.

“Can I give you a ride home?” he asks. You nod happily, taking his arm and leaning against him as the two of you make your way back outside.

It’s around two in the morning when you finally open the door to your apartment. Jungkook is out cold on the couch, it’s likely he fell asleep waiting up for you. You toss a blanket over him and click out the lights.

Despite your fatigue your mind is is wide awake, thoughts racing. You keep picturing his tan skin, the curve of his jaw and thick lips, the way his eyes become the tightest line when he smiles. You drift off to sleep, thoughts blending into dreams.

Jimin drives home alone to an empty apartment. He unlocks the door, stumbling inside. He doesn’t even make it to his bed, he just crashes onto the couch in a heap, curling into a tight ball. He loves the pain in his body, the wariness of his muscles, it keeps him from thinking about anything else. Was there any point in agonizing over the future? He can’t change destiny. Still, he lies awake and pictures your face in his mind, smiling in spite of his worries. Maybe he’ll have regrets, but for the moment...it all feels so right. He falls asleep, meeting you in the dance of his dreams.

Part Two: Racing Hearts

You soon find out that Jimin is also a dance major at Farsight. He’s a year ahead of you, so you don’t have classes together, but he starts meeting up with you for lunch every day and coming over on the weekends. Your favorite moments are spent dancing together late into the night. It doesn’t matter what style, whether it’s the lively, sensuous dancing of hip hop or the close, graceful dancing of ballroom.

Out on the floor, your hearts are beating as one. You start to forget what life was like without him.

One night you’re moving to the slow count of a waltz, head on his shoulder, your marks brushing. He strokes your hair, leading you through the motions, rising and falling with you. One, two, three. One, two, three. Around the room you float until Jimin stops leading suddenly, just standing in the middle of the floor.

You lift your head, looking up in confusion. He simply stares back at you with a soft expression, stroking your hair, one hand on your waist. He leans forward unexpectedly, kissing you slowly, hand still tangled in your hair. For a moment you both just rest in each other’s embrace. You breathe in his warm scent, running a hand along the skin of his back. He holds you a little tighter, more urgently.

“I love you,” he whispers, pressing his lips to your cheek.

It was a moment you would remember for the rest of your life.

The school year grows busier every day but Jimin still makes time to come and see you. Whether it’s helping you practice your choreography or taking you out for dinner, he’s always there to brighten your day. He buys you little gifts of flowers, of stuffed animals, different shirts with cute patterns on them. He video calls his family and introduces you proudly as his “beautiful, amazing, spectacular soulmate.” He showers you with love in every moment until you’re blissfully drowning in it.

One day you come home from class to find him standing at your doorstep, waiting.

“Ah, I was just about to text,” he says sheepishly. Something seems off. Normally he runs to hold you the moment he sees you, but today he shuffles his feet, looking pale. You stroke his cheek---it feels unnaturally hot.

“Hey, what’s up?” you ask, concerned to see his normally cheerful face looking so haggard. Jimin shrugs half-heartedly.

“I don’t feel very well,” he admits. A quick forehead check and you determine he has a scorching fever. Scolding him for wandering around like this, you pull him inside and settle him on the couch. He’s started to shiver as he curls up, uncomplaining, sweat beading on his neck.

Worried, you run to your room and find a blanket, coming back and tucking it around him. You grab a rag and wet it with cold water, laying it on his forehead. Jimin insists it’s just a little cold, that he’s fine, but the moment you’re finished forcing him to take some fever reducers he passes out.

You attempt to wake him after a few hours but he hardly stirs. He sleeps fitfully, his head cradled in your lap, hair slicked back with sweat. Jungkook comes out of his video-game zone to find you spiraling into a panic.

“He won’t wake up!” you choke, looking up at Jungkook with frightened eyes. Immediately he comes over, giving Jimin a rough shake. Jimin cracks open glassy eyes.

“Jimin, wake up!” you say loudly, feeling panicked. He stares at you sleepily, mumbling something before drifting away again, his head going limp against your knee. Jungkook looks alarmed, his face white.

“I’m calling an ambulance right now,” he says, pulling out his phone and heading into his room. Seeing him act serious for once is enough to send you over the edge. You take a deep, shaky breath, trying hard not to cry as you cradle sleeping Jimin in your arms. You shove the blanket off of him and pull off his jacket, trying to cool him down. Jungkook comes back from his call.

“They’ll be here in fifteen minutes,” he says, glancing at Jimin, eyes wide.

“Let me change clothes, I’ll ride with you both,” he comes up behind you, giving you a brief hug around the shoulders and then heads into his room to change. The seconds tick slowly by. Your legs are asleep from holding Jimin in your lap for so long.

You fidget with his hair anxiously, brushing it up, down, to the side. He still remains unconscious. You’re pushing it away from his neck when something catches your eye, just on his skin. You part the hair a little more and recoil in horror, your stomach heaving. On his scalp is a tiny mark, no larger than your fingernail.

The mark of a black diamond.

Jungkook returns to find you sobbing hysterically, your face in your hands. Despair seeps into your heart like a poison. Jungkook repeatedly asks you what’s happening, and all you can do is point to the mark in reply. He grabs your head and holds it steady while he parts your hair. It takes him a few minutes of searching, but you can feel his hands clench tightly before they drop to his sides. You look back at him and he gives a slight nod before he looks away. He puts his hands on your shoulders, unsure of what to say as you continue to weep.

A few moments later there is a knock at the door. Jungkook rushes to let in the EMTs. They gently lift Jimin off of your lap and onto a stretcher. They hurry out to the ambulance, you and Jungkook follow close behind. The medical team runs some small tests on the way to the hospital, alarmed by the elevation of Jimin’s heart rate.

Once you arrive, they sprint inside with the stretcher, instructing you to go and check in while they run diagnostics. Jungkook holds you back as you protest, but they’re no longer listening, intent on treating their patient.

As the doors close behind the stretcher and Jimin is out of sight, a cold numbness steals over your body, your arms going limp in disbelief. You’re led away to the front desk, where Jungkook helps you to fill out the paperwork as best as you can. He sits with you in the waiting room, rubbing your back gently while he stares silently at the floor. You’re feeling completely empty, your mind devoid of thought. It’s almost two hours before a nurse comes up to you, tapping you on the shoulder.

“Are you here for Park Jimin?” he asks. You nod, standing up stiffly. He flips open his clipboard and reads over it for a moment before delivering the news.

“I’m going to give you as honest a prognosis as I possibly can. He has bacterial meningitis which has caused intense swelling around his spinal cord and brain. We’ve managed to relieve some of the pressure and have started him on a round of intense antibiotics. However, with the extent of the illness, his chance of waking up again is fifty-fifty.” The nurse shows no emotion. It’s as if he’s spoken to you through the noise of a hurricane, you can hardly hear him. You stare blankly as Jungkook nods in understanding.

“Can I see him?” you ask, barely managing to form the words. The nurse gives an affirmative and leads you through the hallways. The reek of antiseptic and the glaring lights overhead are making you feel dizzy. The world spins underneath you, and you’re briefly grateful that Jungkook is keeping a steady arm around you.

Upon spotting Jimin through the window of the door, you rush to kneel at his side. He looks peaceful lying on the bed, hooked up to oxygen. His pulse beeps softly on the monitor nearby, a little faster than it should be. You reach out and brush the hair out of his face with a tender hand, your heart sinking low into your stomach.

Had you known about the mark, would you have told him? Would you have avoided contacting him at all? You run a finger lightly over the soft curve of his cheek, tracing the edge of his lips, trying to remember what they felt like against yours.

Was all of this worth it?

A doctor tells you that if he is to recover he will show signs of improvement in the next twenty-fours hours. He gives you permission to stay the night. Jungkook pushes the couch next to Jimin’s bed and settles you in with a blanket he finds somewhere. He makes himself a bed on the floor.

“Wake me up if anything happens,” he says warily. Within moments he is asleep, his gentle snoring rising from under the cover. You take Jimin’s hand as you lay next to him, listening to his labored breathing. You hesitate to fall asleep for fear of something happening while you slumber. Three o’clock in the morning comes and goes and you still lie awake, tossing and turning on the couch. It feels like cement underneath you. It’s around five when you finally doze off, your hand still clutching Jimin’s tightly.

Jungkook rouses you late in the morning.

“His breathing is better, and there’s less swelling,” he reports as you sit up, rubbing the sleep from your burning eyes. He hands you some breakfast from the cafeteria, a rather tasteless bowl of oatmeal. You swallow it anyway, your stomach growling for more.

“Hey, I’m going to go home and pack a few things for you quickly and come back, okay?” He hugs you tightly, patting your back. You can feel your eyes watering again, and you brush away the tears quickly.

“I don’t know what I would do without you,” you say. He gives a small smile before heading out the door, leaving you alone. You sit down on the couch, resting your head on Jimin’s bed, looking up at him. The low cut of his hospital gown exposes his mark, and you trace it, feeling deeply lonely. You take up his hand again.

To your astonishment, Jimin squeezes your hand weakly. You look up quickly to see his black eyes trained on you. A strange expression comes over him, and he opens his mouth as if to speak, but he closes it again and remains silent. You recognize the remorse etched in the tired lines of his face. A disturbing thought comes to you.

“You...you knew about the mark, didn’t you?”

He nods ever so slightly, his heart rate beeping a little faster. You take a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask, pain slicing through your chest. He speaks softly and with intense effort.

“I was...being selfish. I thought you might leave me. Will you leave me now then?” he asks, looking resolved His eyes are sad.

You clasp his hand tightly, bringing it up to your lips and planting a kiss.

“Never. I just wish you had told me so that we could have spent every spare moment together,”

Tears flood Jimin’s eyes, running down his cheeks. He smiles lovingly over at you, lifting his hand up to your face with intense effort. His eyelids are drooping again but he is fighting sleep. You run your hand over his temple.

“Just rest,” you whisper. “I’ll be watching over you,” His eyes are already closed, his head leaning toward his shoulder.

“I love you,” he says, his voice fading as he drifts aways. You lean right up to his ear.

“I love you too,”

Jungkook returns an hour later with some clothes in a bag for you and some real food. Throughout the day Jimin’s condition steadily improves, but you do not let your hope rise. Inside you’ve made peace with whatever might happen.

However, by the next day Jimin is completely awake and talking, albeit a little hazily. After three days his mind is starting to clear and he’s able to have lengthy, normal conversations. The doctor declares him on the mend.

Overwhelming joy seizes your heart, and you allow yourself the smallest amount of hope. Whenever his time will be, it doesn’t seem like it will be now. The dark cloud of the mark hangs over you, casting a shadow on every happy moment you find, but you do your best to push it away. Jimin seems relieved that you aren’t dwelling on it too much. However he is growing increasingly frustrated with the constant bedrest.

“I want to dance with you so badly,” he confesses. “If I could stand properly, I’d like to dance with you right now in this room,” You smile fondly at him, wishing you could make his words a reality.

You lay your head on his chest, feeling the shape of his body next to yours. It felt like an eternity since the two of you had stood on the dance floor and let your spirits soar in harmony.

“Listen,” he says suddenly, his demeanor shifting. “I...I don’t want to waste any more time. We can’t deny it, we’ve both got the diamond mark. Our time together is limited in one way or another. I want to spend every second of the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

Your cheeks blush scarlet, and without any hesitation you nod, stopping yourself before you lean in to kiss him for fear of contracting his illness. His eyes are completely hidden in his beaming smile, and he pulls you back into his arms, kissing the top of your head lightly. No words are needed as you lay there, feeling your hearts beat as one in this moment. The sunlight streams into the room from the window, bathing the two of you in warmth.

Immediate plans for the wedding begin later that day. Namjoon takes you shopping for a dress and rings, even tagging along as you pick out flowers and a wedding cake. The moment Jimin is released from the hospital will be the wedding date. A simple ceremony will be held at a church not too far away, with the reception at a beautiful park. Though Jimin is forced to spend much of his time resting, he helps make decisions as much as he can and makes all of the necessary phone calls to your families.

At last the anticipated day comes when Jimin is healthy enough to be released from the hospital. He helps you into your wedding dress, tenderly brushing your hair and weaving in little white flowers. You knot his tie for him in the fanciest knot you can muster, brushing the dust off of his midnight-blue tuxedo and smoothing his glossy black hair. His face glows at the sight of you, and he spends every moment drinking in your presence.

Namjoon calls you and confirms that you’re about to leave.

“Hana has everything decorated beautifully, you’ll love it,” he promises. His voice grows thick with emotion. “I can’t believe my little sister is getting married,” he says, you can hear rustling as he brushes tears out of his eyes. “Mom and Dad are here, Jimin’s parents and his brother are here. Your roommate is here. All we need now is the bride and groom, so hurry up!” he teases.

You laugh and tell him you love him before you hang up. Jimin offers you his arm and you cling to him happily as he leads you out to the car. He opens the door for you and helps you climb inside and tuck your dress in. He smooths your hair one last time before he walks around and settles in the driver’s seat.

The two of you make your way to the church. You chat excitedly, your stomach full of the liveliest of butterflies, you can hardly sit still. Jimin turns to look over at you at every stop, unable to stop smiling.

“Quit that, you’re going to burn a hole in my face!” you giggle, leaning over to kiss him.

The light changes, and Jimin carefully starts to pull through.

The screech of tires slices through the air, echoing in your head. Time seems to slow down as you turn toward the sound. Jimin is turning the wheel away from the car skidding toward you at lightning speed, but in this position it will strike the driver’s side head on. In a flash you wrench the wheel in the opposite direction, locking eyes with Jimin seconds before the oncoming car collides with the passenger side.

Jimin’s horrified expression remains etched in your mind as the car rolls over and over, finally crashing into a light post and slamming back upright. Jimin coughs weakly, winded from the impact. Dark bruises are starting to pool around his eyes, his nose bleeding heavily, but otherwise he seems unharmed, protected by the airbag.

You’re finding it increasingly hard to breathe. Jimin shakes his head in confusion, looking around with wide eyes, until they come to rest on you. In a flash he is fumbling shakily with the seatbelts, managing to get both of them loose. He stumbles out of the car and comes around, yanking open your door with all of his strength. He lifts you gingerly out of the seat and cradles you in his lap. The other driver is getting out of the car now, staggering.

“Call 911!” Jimin screams frantically, his voice cracking. You can feel the blood trickling from the corners of your mouth and the scarlet stains flowering on your wedding dress. In a haze you look up at Jimin, reaching up to caress his cheek.

“You’re going to be fine!” he insists, pressing your hand to his lips. “You’re going to be fine, I love you! You’re going to be fine…” he repeats this over and over, his voice growing quieter until it’s barely above a whisper. You smile lovingly up at him, unable to feel anything in your body.

“I love you,” you say, but you’re not sure he can hear you, your voice is fading fast, you can’t find the strength to breathe. Darkness is eating at the corners of your vision. You reach your hand out and touch the space over Jimin’s heart where his soulmate mark resides. The last thing you see is the light as it leaves his eyes.

In the streets, crouched among the shattered glass is a man cradling a woman. He’s held her for a long time, even after the paramedics came and tried to carry her away. He strokes her beautiful hair with the white flowers he helped put in, whispering words of the deepest love. He places a ring on her finger that he was carrying in his pocket, and slips one onto his own hand. He pulls her closer toward his chest, her cheek right against his heart. In the wreckage of the broken car, a phone call rings in from the waiting party, no doubt wondering about the delay. He ignores it, still holding the woman tenderly in his arms. If he closes his eyes, he swears he can still feel her warmth.

What he wouldn’t have given to dance with you one last time.

Part Three: Jimin Alone

Under a night sky devoid of stars he stands peering into the darkness. His soul strains at the atmosphere, probing the universe. Are you there? He feels nothing but the aching loneliness answering back. He tries to remember how he danced the night he met you. His movements are stiff, unfeeling, without life, but something inside forces him to keep trying. He tries to leap forward into a roll but he stumbles, scraping his hands against the rocky ground and skinning his knees. The cuts sting painfully, but he tries again. Over and over he tries to jump and roll until his knees and hands are stained with blood. Panting, he falls to the earth in defeat, hot tears scorching his cheeks. He twists the ring roughly on his left finger. The empty sky seems to mock him, and he shrinks away from it, curling up on his side.

Without you, dancing means nothing anyway.

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amanda-teaches · 7 years

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Better than a Dream

Summary: Dean gets trapped in a fantasy created by a djinn. Will the fantasy help him realize the truth about his feelings for the reader before it’s too late?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 3707

Warnings: A lot of fluff, Dean has to get out of the djinn dream by killing himself (because that’s how it’s done), so possible suicide trigger warning

A/N: This is for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog Romcom Fluff Challenge. My prompt was from Leap Year. Well, when my 60 seconds came around, I realized I had everything I ever wanted, but nothing I really needed. And I think that what I need is here. And I came all this way to see if maybe you might think so too. Huge shoutout to @cyrilconnelly for betaing this for me and giving me the title and @mrsdeanfuckingwinchester for reading it over.

“Dean, these burritos are amazing! I mean, I knew you made great burgers, but I never knew you could make such amazing Mexican food!”

Dean leaned down to whisper gruffly in Y/N’s ear, his breath tickling her in the process. “I’m a man of many talents, Y/N.”

“Oh, I’m sure you are,” she whispered back suggestively, drawing a laugh out of him. They stood up and made their way over to the sink with the dishes, laughing and nudging each other as they went. When they got there, Dean reached around Y/N to grab a towel, but she got to it first and held it just out of reach, laughing as she did. He looked at her menacingly before moving in to tickle her until she doubled over with laughter and surrendered, handing him the towel.

They were so caught up in their own little world, they didn’t even notice when the sound of Dean’s ringing phone started drifting in from the other room. They also didn’t notice Sam giving in with a roll of his eyes and getting up to answer it, sighing as he did. “Man, those two couldn’t be any more obvious….”

As he left to answer the phone, Y/N and Dean finished the dishes. When they were done, they moved into the library where they found Sam waiting for them. “Hey,” he said, turning to face them. “Bobby called.”

“Oh yeah?” Y/N asked, moving away from Dean and flopping down into a chair. She curled her foot underneath her and crossed her arms across her midsection. “What’d he say?”

“You know how he took that case over in London?” Sam paused and waited for two of them to nod before continuing. “Well, apparently, it’s gone a little sideways. He might need a little help.”

Dean froze, his whole body tensing and his heart pounding. “Bobby needs help? In London?!”

“Yes,” Sam said carefully and calmly, sensing Dean’s growing panic. “But, Y/N and I can handle it. You should stay.”

“Yeah,” Y/N echoed, moving to stand by Dean’s side. She reached out and touched his arm, instantly calming his racing heartbeat. “Or, better yet, I’ll fly out there by myself and Sam can stay here too. I’m sure Bobby and I can handle whatever it is. We don’t need the whole team.”

“Yeah, okay,” Dean said. He took a deep breath. “That sounds like a good plan. You fly to London and we stay here. On the ground. Where they aren’t any planes. Yeah. Good.”

“Good,” Y/N whispered, with a smile. “I’ll go pack.”

“Okay.” Dean returned her smile as he watched her walk out of the room. He turned back to Sam, who was watching him with a smile. “What?”

“Nothing,” Sam replied with a laugh and a shake of his head.

Dean frowned and crossed his arms. “What, Sammy?”

“Nothing!” Dean’s glare deepened, pushing Sam to give in. “It’s just you and Y/N.”

“What about me and Y/N?” he growled.

“It’s just nice to see the two of you together. That’s all. You both deserve to be happy.”

Dean shook his head and raised his eyebrows in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about, Sammy?”

“Hey, you don’t have to get all defensive about it. It’s ok. I love Y/N. If the two of you want to be together….”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Dean yelled, putting his hands up in the air. “Y/N and I aren’t ‘together’. We’re just friends.”

Sam smiled knowingly. “Oh sure, Dean. So, you’re really going to pretend that that thing in the kitchen was just two friends?”

“Yes!”

Sam continued to smile as he sat down at the table in front of his laptop. “Whatever you say, Dean. But, just so you know, even though Y/N and I are best friends, she’s never acted that way with me.”

Dean opened his mouth but closed it again right away. He couldn’t argue that he didn’t have feelings for Y/N, because of course he did. How could he not? She was gorgeous. But, more than that, she was smart, caring, thoughtful, and…perfect. Y/N was perfect. Way too perfect for a guy like him.

“Sammy, nothing is going on between Y/N and me. She’s amazing, yeah, but I’m, well, I’m me.”

Sam looked up from his computer, understanding and compassion filling his eyes. “Dean…”

“Look, I tried that relationship thing once,” Dean said, his face falling. “It didn’t work out. I’m not going to risk putting Y/N through the same thing just because I’m attracted to her.”

“Dean, you’re more than just attracted to her. Besides, you deserve to be happy. You both do. Don’t you want that?”

Dean drew in a breath and let it out roughly. Then he lifted his chin with resolve. “I have everything I want, Sammy. An awesome house, great wheels, good friends, and all the beer and pie I can eat. What more could I ask for?”

He turned away before Sam could argue the point further. He and Y/N were just fine the way they were. He didn’t want or need anything more from her. He couldn’t.

But, no matter how much he told himself that, there’s was always a little voice in the back of his head that wondered if he would ever truly believe it.

Y/N had been in London for two days, and Sam and Dean were already going stir crazy without her. She had become such a big part of both of their lives over the years that it felt strange not having her around. Almost foreign. So, they did what they always did when they needed a distraction: they found a case.

“So what’re we thinking?” Dean asked, as he cruised the Impala down the road. “Vamp nest?”

Sam looked down at the papers he was holding in his hands. “No bite marks. I’m thinking more like a Djinn.”

Dean shuddered. “Those blue man group knockoffs? Seriously?” he asked, looking over at Sam for confirmation.

Sam laughed gently. “Yeah, all signs point to it.”

“Fan-freaking-tastic….” Dean grumbled. “So, we’re looking for a dark, creepy warehouse like last time?”

“Maybe, maybe not. There’s some caves outside town. The djinn could be there.”

“Back to basics. I like it,” Dean declared. He stepped a little harder on the accelerator. “Well, let’s go put that genie back in its bottle.”

Two hours later, Sam and Dean were standing just inside the cave entrance, holding silver knives dipped in lambs blood. They were facing two different tunnels, both of them leading deeper into the cave.

Dean turned to Sam and grinned. “Pick your poison, Sammy. Left or right?”

Sam gestured towards the tunnel on the left. “I’ll take this one and you can take the other one. We’ll meet back here in 20 minutes.”

Dean nodded and started towards the tunnel on the right, but he stopped and turned back when Sam called his name. “Dean? Be safe.”

Dean nodded again, more soberly this time. “You too, Sammy.”

With that last little bit of familiar reassurance, they both took off, heading down the tunnels with their knives at the ready. Dean moved more slowly, remembering what had happened last time they faced a djinn. He measured each step down the dirt-covered pathway, his eyes scanning the darkness for any threats. He had almost made it to the turn at the end of the tunnel when he heard a scream coming from back where he’d started.

“Sam!” Dean yelled. He pivoted in a half-circle to run back down the passageway, but, before he could, he was hit from the side by something strong and solid. It knocked the breath right out of him and the knife right out of his hand. Before he could recover, the figure was on him, pressing its hands to his face. He just barely made out a tattooed arm and a steady blue glow before everything went black.

Dean woke up, breathing heavily, and looked around. He was lying in a bed in what he recognized as his and Lisa’s old bedroom. “What the hell?” he whispered.

He stood up from the bed and grabbed a pair of jeans off the floor. He pulled them on before adding a Led Zeppelin t-shirt he somehow knew would be in the nearby dresser. Once he was dressed he sat down on the edge of the bed to think.

“So, the djinn gave me back my life with Lisa. Well, joke’s on him,” he muttered with determination. “I was over Lisa a long time ago. It’ll be easy to leave this ‘fantasy’ life behind.”

He made his way out the door and down the stairs. He figured that the kitchen would have some knives that would make breaking out of this dream easy. One quick stab and he’d be back in that cave with Sam. Piece of cake.

His “piece of cake” plan went out the window the second he got to the kitchen and saw the familiar figure standing behind the counter with her back to him. It wasn’t Lisa: it was Y/N.

“Y/N?” he choked out, shock overwhelming him.

She whirled around and gifted him with one of her heart-stopping smiles. “Hey, babe. About time you woke up.”

“Babe?” he asked. What the hell was going on?

A thousand scenarios were running through Dean’s head, but none of them foresaw what Y/N was going to do next: she walked right up to him and kissed him with all the passion he had only dreamt she felt for him. His knees nearly buckled.

Once he had a chance to recover, he took control. He used his whole body to push Y/N backwards, not stopping until she was pressed up against the counter. He lifted her up and onto the edge, groaning at the sexy moan she emitted. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer, the passion building between them until it was scorching him. He ran his hand up her thigh and under the edge of her shirt. The feel of the soft skin there against his rough hand made him groan again, deeper this time. He pushed himself closer to her, his hands moving higher, before the sound of someone clearing their throat behind him made him stop.

He reluctantly pulled away from Y/N and spun around, shocked to find Sam standing there. “Sammy?”

“Hey, Dean. Sorry to, uh, interrupt. I just need to borrow my sister-in-law for a second.”

“Oh, God, Sam, I forgot,” Y/N muttered. She turned to Dean. “I promised Sam that I’d help him with some research for his doctoral thesis. I just have to go grab the printouts.” She smoothed her hair back down and hopped off the counter, giving Dean a quick kiss. “I’ll be right back and, then, we can pick up where we left off.”

He stared after Y/N as she bounded out of the room, his mouth hanging open in surprise. Sister-in-law? He and Y/N were married?! What the HELL was going on?

Sam looked at him quizzically, taking in his expression, and laughed. “You ok, man? You’re looking at Y/N really strangely.”

Dean shook his head and hid the confusion on his face. “Uh, yeah. Just a weird morning, that’s all.”

Sam was about to probe further when Y/N came back into the room with the papers. She started to talk to Sam, giving Dean the opportunity to look a little closer at her without either of them noticing. She was stunning, even more so than usual. She had her hair swept behind her shoulder, her gorgeous smile lighting up the entire room. She looked effortlessly beautiful, carefree, and….happy.

As if she could sense his gaze, she looked over at him and winked. It was in that moment that his whole world came into focus: he was the reason she was so happy. She was smiling because of him, she was happy because of him. Because they were together, because they were married.

But, it wasn’t real. None of this was. His heart dropped. She wasn’t smiling for him. She wasn’t even real. That wasn’t his Y/N. But, that didn’t stop him for wanting to hold her close and never let her go.

A few minutes later, Sam said goodbye and left, freeing up Y/N to turn towards him. “Now, where were we?” she whispered seductively as she made her way over to him.

She reached out to him, but he grabbed her wrist, stopping her. “Y/N, wait.”

“What is it?” she asked, bringing her other hand up to draw little circles on his chest, momentarily distracting him.

He took a deep breath to will himself to focus and looked down at her. “Y/N, this is all wrong.”

She stopped drawing the circles and met his gaze, concern in her eyes. “What do you mean wrong?”

“I mean this. All of this,” he yelled, gesturing at the house around him, “it’s all wrong. None of it’s real.”

“Dean, what are you talking about?”

He took her hands and squeezed them gently. “Y/N, I know this is going to sound crazy, but this whole thing, this house, this world, none of it is real. It’s just a fantasy a djinn put me in.”

Y/N raised her eyebrows. “A djinn?”

“Yeah. It’s like a second-rate genie. An evil second-rate genie.”

“A genie?” she asked uncertainly.

“Yes. And, he created this world to trap me so that he could kill me. I’m in danger every second I stay here.”

“Okay…let’s say I believe you,” she said cautiously, pulling her hands from his. “In this world of yours, do I exist?”

“Yes. We’ve worked together for years.”

She raised her eyebrows again. “Are we married?”

“No. We’re, uh, we’re just friends.”

She put her hands on her hips. “Why?”

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me, Winchester. Why aren’t we together? We love each other, don’t we?”

Dean shook his head and ran his hands through his hair in frustration. “It’s complicated, Y/N. Our life is different there. Riskier. Our job doesn’t leave a lot of room for happy endings.”

“Dean, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He sighed. “Look, I know it doesn’t make any sense, but I just need you to trust me.”

“Okay.”

“Y/N, please….Wait. What’d you say?”

She smiled. “I said, okay. I may not know what the heck you’re talking about, but I love you and trust you. And, if you’re in danger, I’ll do whatever I can to help you. So, how do we stop this, what’d you call it? A gin?”

A menacing voice boomed out from behind Y/N, startling both of them. “You don’t.”

Dean reacted with lightning speed, pushing Y/N behind him so his body blocked her from the man standing in the doorway. “Let me guess. You’re the djinn here to protect your little fantasy world with some cliche threats. How original.”

The man smiled darkly and walked closer. Dean slowly backed up as he advanced, guarding Y/N as he did so. “It’s more than just a simple threat, Dean. You’re not getting out of here. Besides, why would you want to? I’ve given you the perfect world.”

Dean felt Y/N’s hand touch his back, and he thought of the real Y/N, his Y/N. It gave him the push he needed and he laughed. “You think this is perfect? Ha! Somebody has an inflated opinion of themselves. That bed wasn’t even memory foam!”

The man rolled his eyes. “Stop with the deflection, Dean. You’re not going to be able to distract me with a bunch of corny one-liners.” Suddenly, a clap of thunder boomed outside, shaking the entire house. “This is my reality. I control it, not you.”

“Not for long,” Dean growled. “All I have to do is kill myself, and then you have no power.”

Panic flashed in the djinn’s eyes before he covered it back up with pride. “But, why would you want to? Here, you and Y/N can be together. You can live out your lives happily. Why would you want to give that up?”

Dean felt Y/N’s hand tighten around his shirt. “Because it’s not real. But, you’re right about one thing: my perfect life is with Y/N. My Y/N. And, I’m going to do whatever I need to do to get back to her.”

He rushed forward and tackled the djinn, throwing him against a wall and knocking him out. When he turned back around, Y/N was standing in front of him, holding a kitchen knife. Before he could question her, she held it out to him, handle first. “Take it.”

“What are you doing?”

She smiled and walked up to him, taking his hand and placing the knife in it. “I believe you now. And, if what you said is true, that means I’m not real. But there’s a real version of me out there, right?” Dean nodded. “And, you love her? Real me, I mean.” Dean nodded again, drawing a relieved smile out of her. “Then, do it. And, when you get back to your world, I want to find me. Find us. Because, I love you, Dean, and I bet real me does too.”

Dean smiled and leaned down to give her one last kiss. He could hear the djinn stirring behind him, so he knew he needed to act fast. “I love too, Y/N. I promise you that I’m not gonna waste any more time.”

With one last look into her beautiful eyes, Dean found the strength he needed to thrust the knife into his chest, plunging the world back into darkness.

When Dean came to, he was still lying in the cave’s tunnel, with the djinn standing over him. “It’s impossible,” the djinn whispered. “No one’s ever gotten out so fast.”

“Yeah?” Dean growled, propping himself up on his elbow. “Well, don’t I feel special.”

He rolled onto his stomach, using his momentum to propel himself over to where his silver knife laid, in the same place it had been knocked to in the fight. Before the djinn could stop him, he flipped up into a crouch and stabbed the knife right into the djinn’s heart, killing it instantly. He pushed the dead body away before standing up fully and wiping his hands on his jeans.

“Dean!” Sam’s frantic cry sounded from somewhere in the distance.

“Over here!”

Sam’s hurried footsteps grew closer until he finally appeared around the corner. “Dean! What happened?”

“The djinn got me.”

Sam looked him over quickly before addressing him. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t under very long. But….”

“But, what?”

He grinned again. “I’m gonna need to use your computer. I’ve got a ticket I need to buy.”

Y/N was sitting on the bed in her hotel room in London, thumbing through some brochures the hotel had provided. She wasn’t particularly interested in anything she was finding, but she was bored and she had nothing better to do.

She and Bobby had wrapped up the case a few hours ago, and he had flown out right afterwards. But, there weren’t any flights back to Kansas until the morning, so she was stuck here for one more night. She had originally reveled in having a night alone without any men taking up her space, but, after ordering room service and taking a bath, she had run out of fun things to do. So, now, she was just sitting there, looking at boring brochures.

She was about to give up and turn on some trash TV when a knock sounded at her door. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so she grabbed her gun off the nightstand and cautiously approached the door. “Who is it?”

“Y/N, it’s Dean. Open up.”

“Dean?” she whispered skeptically under her breath. She stashed her gun but pulled her holy water from her pocket before she opened the door. As soon as she did, she surprised Dean by throwing holy water right into his face.

“Hey!” he yelled loudly. He sputtered and wiped the water off his face.

“Sorry,” she whispered, flashing him an apologetic smile. “But, you can never be too careful.” She opened the door wider to let him in. “What are you doing here, Dean?”

“I needed to talk to you,” he said, brushing past her and heading towards the middle of the room.

“In London? Dean, you’re afraid of flying.”

“It couldn’t wait.” He turned around and faced her, surprising her with the intensity in his gaze. “I was attacked by a djinn.”

“Wait, what?” Y/N yelled, her eyes widening. She moved closer to him. “What happened? Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine,” he said with a smile. “But, being trapped in that djinn reality made me realize something important about my life.” He reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him gently. “About our life.”

She held her breath and stared up at him, her heart beating faster. “Y/N, I’m in love with you.”

“You’re…you’re what?” she stammered, completely shocked at what she had just heard. She had to grip tighter onto his hand just to stay standing.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N. Before this happened, I thought I could ignore it. I thought we’d both be better off staying friends, but I can’t ignore it anymore. When I was faced with the choice to stay in the djinn reality or leave it, I had to make a quick decision: to stay in the life I’d always wanted or to come back here to you.”

“And, you came back?”

Dean grinned. “Well, when my 60 seconds came around, I realized I had everything I ever wanted, but nothing I really needed. And I think that what I need is here. And I came all this way to see if maybe you might think so too.”

“You took a plane all the way here just to tell me that?”

“Y/N, I love you. I’d take ten planes if that’s what it took to be with you.”

Y/N smiled and moved closer to Dean, placing her hands on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him, leaning his head down towards hers. “I love you, too, Dean,” she whispered before their lips met, solidifying their commitment to each other. And, no matter how passionate his fantasy kiss with Y/N had been, it didn’t compare to this. This kiss lived up to all of Dean’s dreams. It made his legs nearly buckle all over again. Nothing could beat the real Y/N. Nothing at all.

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jejublr · 7 years

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Seatmate!Jihoon

A/N: Heyyyyy, guyssssss. I’m so sorry for not updating for so long T_T School has been hectic with exams and I have soooo many things to do this August but I hope I can still find the time to post something every once in a while (like right now!). I want to say thank you to my followers and my new mutual (yay!!!) for all the support. Also, what’s this?? Another Seatmate!AU?? That as the story goes becomes less and less of a Seatmate!AU?? How about the Super!AU lmao I'm so sorry guys. (Also, this is more fluff that the usual so prepare yourself.)

Can u imagine Jihoon as a class president?

Because I can

He's really diligent in his studies

Which was one of the reasons why he was elected as class president in the first place

Is a very disciplined and strict person

And has one of the best work ethics in class

The type of student who stayed late at school until he finished his work then play at home

Doesn’t let people cheat from his paper lol

Don’t cheat, kids

The teachers love him bc he does all the scoldings in class for them

Fine, it's more of an evil side-eye rather than a scolding but it's super scary ok

Doesn't let people get away with skipping the after school duty of cleaning the classroom

“Do you wanna die or do you wanna clean the classroom?”

^high low key threat by Jihoon himself^

Doesn’t take people’s s***

Will send you a look that cuts right through you if you mention anything about his height

He once had to be restrained when one of the freshmen did and Jihoon almost pushed the kid off the balcony on the 3rd floor

But really, he’s a good person and while people respect him, they generally are scared of him lol

That’s why he mostly kept to himself and his small group of close-knit friends

This kid likes to spend his break in the music room, composing and playing music

People don’t really know about his passion for music and that’s how he preferred it to be

One of the reasons was bc his parents never really approved of his dream to become a musician

If they ever found out, Jihoon’s afraid that he will never be able to play music anymore

So he decided to keep it a secret from everyone

Anyways

So you know how there has to be the good cop to the bad cop?

Well in class, you’re the good cop a.k.a the vice president

And quite the contrary to Jihoon, people think you’re really nice and really friendly

Unlike someone

They often wonder how you deal with Jihoon’s grumpiness tbh

Everyone also complain over the fact that Jihoon only seemed to be nice to you

But you’re like “Pshhh, what do you mean, guys, he’s not!”

But everybody knows they’re right

Jihoon does has a soft spot for you

You’re just too oblivious

There was this one time when he let you copy his homework bc you had forgotten that you even had one at the beginning

And you can literally see the look of betrayal everybody sent him bc Lee Jihoon does not let anybody touch his homework

Ever

Until now that is

Everybody went Oooooooh

Because what’s this???

Does the President likes the Vice President?? Bc interesting.

Jihoon knows he’s screwed if you find out

So he’s always ready with a guitar to whip out at any moment if any of y’all dare to speak of this to you

So he acted as if he’s annoyed and all but it’s mostly an act

Tbh he thinks you’re really cute and nice and everything he’s not

But he’s pretty hesitant about confessing

Bc how can someone with a heart as big as moon and a smile brighter than the sun ever like someone like him?

So he settled with being the best person he can be to you, be it a good class president, seatmate, friend

Honestly he just try to be the best person he can be for you and kinda wish you would eventually notice him one day

Spoiler: you will

A N Y W H O

Sometimes you wonder why you never see him in the cafeteria

One day you’re on your way to the cafeteria for lunch and you happen to pass the music room when you heard one of the most beautiful pieces you’ve ever heard??

And you wondered who it was so you went to check

And imagine your surprise when you found out that it was Jihoon

And imagine his surprise when he saw you

You’re both were kinda speechless as you looked at each other

You because you really did not expect Grumps Jihoon to be able to play a piano so elegantly like that

Him because oh my god, should he gO?

It was really awkward and embarrassing for you to be alone together like that in the music room despite you being seatmates in class

And it felt like you stumbled upon something you weren’t meant to see

But you’re really curious and really enchanted so you’re like

“Can I...hear you play??”

And Jihoon wanted to reject your request bc he’s so embarrassed and shy and you’re looking at him like that but he’s also like Y/N wants to hear me play!!! This is my chance!!!

So he tried to play it cool and he was like “Sure” and scooted a bit on the bench so you can sit next to him real smooth Jihoon

You’re kind of blushing bc you’re sitting so close to each other

Jihoon started to play the piano and it’s just entrancing and beautiful and you wonder how someone would hide something that’s so amazing

The song ended and you remembered something you saw on the school bulletin board and you’re like “Why don’t you go for the upcoming piano competiton!!”

Jihoon saw the look in your eyes when you said it and they were full of hope and he almost said no

Bc he saw it, but he knew he couldn’t because his parents wouldn’t support his passion

“Y/N.. I can't.. My parents..” he started

“Jihoon, your parents might be wrong. If you do something with enough passion, I know you can make it. I know you will. You always do.”

And you said it with so much conviction that you believing in him made him believe himself, too

Also you’re looking at him like that and he couldn’t say no

And just like that, Jihoon finally agreed to take his passion one step further

It was from then on that you started accompanying him when he’s practising in the music room during lunch

You started bringing him food on some days after you noticed that you’ve never saw him eat

At first, he would reject the lunchbox that you made him bc he felt so bad for burdening you

But then he saw the disappointment in your eyes when he did and he’d be damned if he ever make you feel sad so he’s like fine

And nothing makes you happier than when you see him literally devoured the food you made especially for him

lmao tbh he was hungrier than he let on

It also makes you happy, too, when he started opening up to you as you both grew closer

Sometimes you both would play around and sing along to any song he plays on the piano

And you know that feeling when you can just feel how happy you both are in each other’s company? Yeah, you feel that with him

It feels different with him; just the two of you in each other’s company, away from the prying world

It’s like a little secret you both have

Your friends started to notice your disappearance and were asking where you’ve been gone to during lunch

But you know you’d promised Jihoon not to tell anyone

So you’re like lmaoo where I’ve been?? hahah *sweats nervously*

But at that moment Jihoon was passing and your eyes met and you couldn’t help but smile a bit and send him a small wave and your friends went OH MY GODDDD LEE JIHOON?! OUT OF ALL PEOPLE???

“What?? I don’t have a crush on him!”

Yeah you do, you just don’t realize

“Really?? Bc it seems to us that he does.”

“Don’t you notice how he acts around you?”

And suddenly it made sense

The way he acts around you, how he’s so sweet yet nervous around you

You finally get it

And what a realization it was bc you might have a crush on him too????

Just thinking about it gave you the butterflies lol

You find the fact that he might only be soft only for you is kinda hot??

oh wow what a tsundere

So you start to skim the surface and test the waters, y’know

You start making him even nicer lunch boxes with heart shapes made of seaweed aaaa

And leaving him chocolates and other snacks under his desk bc you’re aware of how he loves to snack while composing

Going on convenience store errands for him when he craves for food/drinks when he’s staying longer at school

Honestly you’ve become kind of a helper to him now but you don’t mind bc he doesn’t really have anyone but you

And he’s aware of your own business and life but the fact that you’re so willing to accompany him makes him fall for you appreciate what you do even more

Time seems to pass a lot faster now since you started hanging out with Jihoon and before you know it, it’s the day of the recital

You went a little earlier bc you wanted to surprise Jihoon with flowers bc why not

And he’s like lmao why are you giving me flowers?

“Why shouldn’t I? It’s given since it’s your first piano recital!”

He couldn’t help but blush bc wow what did he ever do to deserve such an amazing person

It’s obvious that the guy is nervous as heck so you squeezed his shoulder a bit as a reassurance

“You’re gonna do fine! I only worry about the others because they don’t know they’re gonna get wrecked.”

Have he ever told you how much your support meant to him?

Bc once again, the sheer faith you have in him made him believe he could do anything

“My parents are here, Y/N..”

“Good! Because now they’ll realize what they’ve been missing out on!”

“Y/N..” he said in half-amusement, the corner of his lips turning up

“If not, I’m gonna give ‘em a piece of my mind!”

‘Ok that’s cute’ he absentmindedly thought

“But they’re my parents!” he exclaimed

“And you can do it.”

And on a spur of the moment decision, you’re like

“This is for good luck.”

And you leaned forward and landed a peck on Jihoon’s cheek before scurrying away

Screaming if I may add

To say Jihoon was shocked was an understatement

Bc did you just...kiss him?????

OH MY GOD?! Y/N JUST KISSED ME ON THE CHEEK??

What have he ever done in his past life to deserve such a treat? omg nat

Honestly it was a bad decision in your part bc now he’s even more nervous that he’s gonna flop bc all he can think now is you

But of course, it’s the Great Lee Jihoon we’re talking about

This guy will ace anything you throw at him

And he played the piano with so much emotion and passion

thinking about you ssSHHH

Although it’s his first recital, he totally wrecked it

And it just makes you proud seeing him getting the love and recognition that he deserves up on that stage and your heart just swelled with pride bc he deserved it so much

And when the recital was finally over, you went to find him

And you found him, talking to his parents

At first you were a little worried

But you watched as his parents gave Jihoon a smile, his father patted him on his shoulder and Jihoon smiling and bowing and looking perfectly happy and grateful and you thought everything’s gonna be fine

When you see him finally walking away from his parents, you set your way towards him

He did the same and while you did expect the hug from how he threw open his arms as you both met in the middle, you definitely did not see the kiss coming

And the only thing you could think of as his lips descended on yours was wow he’s getting bOLD

And boi is he passionate

And you're aware of the people watching you two and hoped his parents aren’t watching omg

But with Jihoon’s soft lips on yours, you couldn't care less

At that moment you want to let the world knows

You both were breathless when you finally broke it off and he’s like wOW

And you’re like, yeah wow is right

You still have your hands clasped on his neck, his arms on your waist as you stare into each other’s eyes

“You ok??” you ask, breathless

He grinned,”More than ok. Everything finally fell into place, all thanks to you.”

You blushed,”It’s all you, Jihoon. It’s all you.”

And he flashed you one of those radiant grins, his eyes crinkling around the edges, his dimples showing and you can feel you heart melts

And to him, everything’s perfect, bc you’re here, and whenever you’re beside him, he knows everything will be alright

“So what’s next?” you finally ask

“Next..I’m going to pursue another dream of mine.”

“And what’s that?”

And his dark eyes bored into yours and he smiled

“You.”

fffffff i’m dead asdskadhskajfhew

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen au #jihoon scenarios #woozi scenarios #seatmate au #Seventeen #Woozi #Jihoon #wooooooo boi #wow as the story went #it became less and less of a seatmate au and more of a something au???#idek at this point dude

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