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babbushka · 4 years

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Paradise Inn

(this is entirely @autumnlovesadam‘s fault)

Flip Zimmerman x Reader x Kylo Ren

In a small town just outside of Colorado Springs, there's a motel called Paradise Inn. The rooms are cheap, the furniture leaves much to be desired, the walls are thin -- but it's your favorite place to have filthy, raunchy, seedy sex with two favorite boys, Flip and Kylo.

And there's a vacancy.

5k; NSFW (threesome MMF, double penetration PIV, dom!Flip, service top!Kylo, lactation kink/breastfeeding, semi-public sex, derogatory name calling/dirty talk, multiple positions & orgasms, marathon sex)

Available on AO3!

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The engine quiets next to a big black motorcycle outside the shop, the familiar store-front bringing a smile to your lips. Flip turns the motorcycle off, and your arms relax around his middle, no longer concerned with falling off. It’s new, the bike, a surprise present you and Kylo worked on together. He builds them, these custom motorcycles, and he does a damn good job.

You’re excited to see him, Kylo. It’s been a couple days since you were able to get together, and even longer since you got to do what you were about to go ask.

“Be back in two shakes.” You kiss Flip’s cheek, and he smiles at you, gives your ass a light pat as you hop off the back of the motorcycle and head into the shop.

You catch your reflection in the mirror, black leather halter top and dark wash jeans. Flip’s Sherpa coat protects your arms, but you let it slip off your shoulders, wanting to catch Kylo’s attention.

He’s there right in the front, looking up as the little bell dings for a new customer. You’re not any ol’ customer though, you’re special, you’re always special. Kylo excuses himself to the man he was talking to, and opens his arms for you.

“Kylo!” You let yourself get scooped up by this hulking man. His tattoos are on full display as they wind around you and hold you tight. You kiss him sweetly on the mouth, no tongue, not yet.

“Long time no see, sweets.” He huffs against your mouth with mock-offense, making you roll your eyes and pull away from him playfully. He throws up a hand in a wave to Flip who waves back, smoking his cigarette outside.

“You came over for dinner Friday night.” You point out.

“It’s Thursday.” Kylo counters, and you grin.

That grin, he knows that grin. He knows it, knows what it means. Trouble, that’s what. Trouble in the best of ways. His dick is already twitching in his jeans, he’s already getting hard for you, for what he knows is coming.

You back him up against the cashier counter, your hand hidden between your bodies as your palm rubs up and down the crotch of his jeans, feeling just how hard he is.

It makes your mouth water, so you grin.

“Let me make it up to you?” You whisper in his ear, the hair on the back of his neck standing up. You can feel it, when your other hand reaches up to cradle the back of his skull, his long black hair silky and soft through your fingertips.

“Hm?” He’s already lost in your touch, your smell, he shudders as your nails scrape lightly against his scalp.

“We got a babysitter; Flip and I are going to…go for a ride.” You look at him, really look at him, nearly going cross-eyed from it, from trying to convey the true meaning of your words when you ask him, “Join us? Please?”

“Is – are you good for – you know – ” Kylo asks nervously, making you bite your lips with excitement.

“It’s been long enough and the doc cleared me, I’m good for it.” You reassure him. He sighs with relief, always careful with you, never wanting to hurt you. It had been nearly three months since giving birth to your daughter, and you were ready to get back into bed. “We missed you. I missed you.”

Your stomach does flips when he licks across his teeth and replies, “Let me get my jacket.”

You walk out of the shop together, and Flip pinches his cigarette to put it out when you get close enough. You cup Flip’s cheeks in your hands and kiss him deeply, tasting the Camel on his teeth, inhaling the sigh he gives you.

“Hey Flip.” Kylo says, reaching out to shake his hand.

“Thanks for coming.” Flip accepts it heartily, gives him the closest thing to a smile Flip ever gives anyone other than you.

“Always,” He shrugs, before reaching out and caressing the side of your face, “Who could ever say no to her?”

“Who would want to?” Flip agrees, and this time, Kylo is the one who almost smiles.

Your heart soars, watching your two favorite boys be good with one another.

“I’m riding with you the way there, and Flip the way back.” You tell Kylo, and he nods, one leg over his black hog and turning her on. You’re quick to follow, snuggling yourself against his back.

“Where to?” He asks Flip, because Flip’s the one who gives the orders when it’s the three of you.

“The usual place, but the diner first. I’m starving.” Flip replies easily.

With that, you all put on your helmets and the engines roar back to life, loud and nasty on the street as Kylo and Flip pull onto the open stretch of road ahead.

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Sunset in the mountains is gorgeous, you can’t help but think. Kylo and Flip cruise at a steady pace, and you nestle your head against Kylo’s back, watching the world move past. The Rockies are have exploded into a beautiful purple landscape, the sky a tie-dyed vision of lavenders magentas and fuchsia. Kylo focuses on the winding path ahead, and you focus on the feeling of the hot leather seat between your legs, how the vibrations make your clit throb.

You’re glad it’s not a far way to the next town over, you’re glad, you don’t know if you’d be able to wait too much longer.

Speak of the devil, you think, as the streetlamps of the sleepy little town come into view. The anticipation thrills you, as the tires eat the road away, the little neon sign of the diner grows larger and larger, until Kylo and Flip are pulling up into the parking lot.

Flip immediately moves to you, winds his arm around your middle and tugs you close to his side. He and Kylo look like twins almost, which you think is funny because Kylo does have twin brothers, and Flip certainly isn’t one of them.

Still, the hostess eyes them up and down, their dark hair, their strong intimidating statures, the way they’re both dressed in dark jeans and leather jackets…and you, in the middle of them, standing and waiting for a table.

“Smoking section, please.” Flip mutters, not one for wasting time.

She doesn’t say anything, just nods once and grabs a couple of menus. Not like you need them, you’ve come here one time too many, you know what you order, what you like. The waitress knows, she recognizes the three of you.

She doesn’t say anything, just gives you the menu at your table and lets you be.

You sit at one of those corner tables, the kind that’s one big booth that wraps around. Kylo slides in first, you after him, and Flip at the end, sandwiching you between them on the red and white leather seat.

A different woman comes over, much less suspecting than the first, barely looks up at you as she pulls out her little notebook, and a pen, asking you, “What’ll you have honey?”

“Number 2 combo?” You’re polite, overly polite because you know that you’ll have to make up for the brusqueness of the men on either side of you. “With a basket of fries, and a large vanilla shake with two cherries, please.”

“Boys?” The waitress asks.

“Double cheeseburger with no pickles, and a coke. Please.” Flip replies, smoking his cigarette, already handing her the menu. You smile and kiss his chin, the goatee tickling your lips for a moment or two.

“Same.” Kylo replies, and you squeeze his thigh, a little warning. “Please.”

You grin at him, and the waitress leaves without another word.

The diner is full, nearly every table is packed. You don’t care, neither of you do. Flip’s got one arm slung across the back of the booth, his leg crossed over his thigh. Kylo’s leaned back against the booth, his legs spread. They’re both hard and you wonder how long it’s going to be before Flip decides that he’s ready to go to the motel.

You thank the waitress for the food when it gets delivered, and immediately go for the milkshake. You pluck the cherries off the stem with your teeth and chew them slowly, before one at a time tying the stem into a knot with your tongue and teeth.

“One for my honey,” You kiss Flip, passing the first cherry knot into his mouth, before turning to Kylo and doing the same, “And one for my baby.”

“You’re real fuckin’ good at that ketsl, aren’t you?” Flip grins, chewing on the cherry stem for a moment, because your man isn’t nothing if he’s not a chewer, before pulling it out of his mouth and letting it rest on the little napkin coaster.

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” You tease, a little bubble of laughter escaping your throat.

“What’s so funny?” Kylo asks, his hand creeping between your legs, squeezing your thigh with his big palm.

“I’m just excited. I hope they have a room open.” You say honestly, earnestly in a way that has Kylo licking his lips, giving you a little half smirk. Flip smiles, smokes his cigarette.

“Yeah? Your pussy’s wet for it?” Kylo asks, his voice very low, deep and dark in your ear. It sends shivers up your spine, your thighs press together.

He smirks again, he can feel it with the hand creeping ever closer.

“Mmhmm, want a feel?” You dare, making his eyebrows shoot up a little, looking up to Flip.

“Here?” He asks, nodding slightly to the reminder that you’re all in a very public space. No one is looking at you, no one cares, everyone too preoccupied with their own affairs, their own dinner.

“Touch her.” Flip nods, baritone rumbling through your chest. “It’s okay.”

Kylo carefully, ever so subtly, pops open the fly of your jeans and wedges his hand into your underwear. His fingers slip and slide through the folds of your pussy, his cock throbbing in his own jeans as you spread your legs a little further. It’s all so discreet, no one would ever know what’s going on under that booth. Kylo’s good about things like that.

He rubs at your cunt for a while, your clit pulsing under the heat of his thumb, big and broad and rubbing soothing little circles that make your nerves short out, make you slurp a little harder on your milkshake. Your hand holds his wrist in place, you grind against the heel of it, and Flip tries his best not to grin.

You make the sweetest little sounds, doing your best not to move, not to be loud, not to be heard over the chatter of the diner, but when your eyes start to flutter and roll back, Kylo knows he has to stop.

“Pretty fuckin’ wet.” He eventually decides, pulling his hand away before you come, because it’d be bad if he got you coming right here – you come so loud after all – and buttons you back up.

“Well I gotta fit both of you, so it better be.” You turn back to Flip and kiss him a little, a couple chaste smooches against the warm skin of his throat.

“Oh is that what we’re doing tonight?” Kylo regards you and Flip carefully. You turn your attention to Flip too, eager to see what he has to say.

“Yeah, it is.” He says, before taking another bite out of the burger.

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True to your word you ride over to the motel with Kylo, knowing that Flip will get you on the way back. With each second that passes, you only get more and more worked up, practically shaking as Kylo waits out in the motel parking lot, while you and Flip go inside to pay for the room.

“One room please.” Flip requests, already pulling out his fat wallet. He always carries cash for things like this – not that he’s got anything to hide from anyone, because you’re right there with him, but it just makes life a little less messy when there’s no paper trail.

The guy at the reception desk sees Kylo outside, and glances over at you carefully.

“How many people?” He asks, a little too suspiciously, but not suspiciously enough for either of you to give a shit.

“Oh a single king is fine.” Flip replies, his tone brooking no argument.

“Check-out’s at eleven.” The man says, sliding a single tarnished key attached to a Paradise Inn key-ring.

“Perfect, thank you.” You flash him a winning smile, and you pretend not to notice the way he stares after you as Flip holds open the door.

Lucky number 17, you find the door of your room easily. There’s not much, but then again you’re not here for a five star treatment. It’s small, brown shag carpeting from the door to the bathroom, with nothing more than a king sized bed, a black and white television on the dresser, and a lamp in the corner.

You barely get a second or two to take in the surroundings before Flip’s hands are on you. There’s a reason you wore the halter top, with one zip your tits are out and your nipples stiff against the cool air of the A/C. He rubs them with his rough thumbs, and you loop your arms around his neck as his hands travel lower lower lower, working on your jeans.

“Hi.” You say to him, your voice breathy and soft, excited.

“Hey honey-bunny.” Flip smiles back against your lips and then frowns at you like he’s angry about somethin’. He grabs your jaw and gives your face a little shake. “You’re so fuckin’ beautiful, you know that?”

“Mmhmm, but tell me anyway.” You grin, bratty and naked as he walks you back back back towards the king.

“Lay down on the bed, let me take a look at you,” Flip licks his lips, strikes up a cigarette and puffs the smoke thick and heavy into the air. He breathes out through his nose “Damn, goddamn, you’re beautiful. We’re going to fuck you so hard you won’t know anything other than how beautiful you are.”

Flip works on unbuckling his belt, sliding it slowly out of the loops. You watch the movement, and so does Kylo.

“Did you bring the camera?” Kylo asks, knowing that sometimes, the first time Flip fucks you he likes Kylo to take pictures, all sorts of pictures from all sorts of angles.

Flip surprises him by shaking his head.

“No, not this time, this time’s just for the three of us. Come here.” He tells Kylo, turns him so that he’s facing you on the bed. You’ve pulled down the comforter and have thrown it to the floor so it doesn’t get too filthy, arms and legs spreading out beautifully in the sheets. Flip gives Kylo a gentle nudge, asks, “Do you want to kiss her?”

“Yes sir.” Kylo’s response is quick, and it makes Flip hum out in approval.

“Kiss her nice and slow, finger her open I want her ready for me by the time I’m done with my cigarette.” He pats Kylo on the back, and with the new permission, climbs up onto the bed with you.

He pulls your body to his, so that you’re facing one another on your sides, those muscular biceps flexing as they hold you close. Before he can really start, you tug the black t-shirt over his head, his chest exposed to you. Your hands splay across his pecs, and you gasp happily into his mouth as his left hand finds your pussy with his eyes closed.

“Your cunt’s so tight baby, how’d you manage that?” Kylo murmurs against your lips, thrusting one finger, then two, then three inside.

“Magic – oh!” Your eyes shoot open as he pushes those three fingers inside you up to his knuckles. He keeps them there are rubs against your walls, spreads his fingers, stretching you carefully. Your hips push down on his hand and you gasp again, this time a little harder. Immediately, Kylo’s other hand clamps down around your mouth.

“We can’t be too loud sweets.” He whispers, not stopping his pace at all, not letting up on your pussy, “These walls are thin, we can’t have anyone hearing you, they’ll know how much of a cockslut you are.”

“Kylo,” You whine, the sound muffled against his palm but still legible enough for them to hear, “I’m gonna come, Flip? Flip I’m – ”

Flip’s been smoking his cigarette at the foot of the bed, watching Kylo touch you, watching Kylo prepare you for him. He nods, even though you can’t see it, your eyes shut tight from the sensation of Kylo’s fingers stuffed up your pussy.

“You get to come as many times as you can tonight ketsl, don’t hold them back.” Flip rubs your calf soothingly, smirks at how your toes are curled and how your thighs tremble already.

“Thank you Philly -- ohh your hand’s just so fucking big Kylo, pleaseplease – a little harder please -- !” You encourage, and Kylo listens, always listens to what you say, to what you want. He’s a little rougher with you, a little faster, his fingers stiffening and curling inside you to rub against your gspot so that you can get out a quick orgasm before the night really begins.

He doesn’t even have to touch your clit before your body is snapping up for a split second, relaxing right after, shocks of pleasure ricocheting inside your brain.

“She’s ready for you.” Kylo kisses you softly and carefully eases his fingers out of your pussy.

You’ve done this often enough, you know what’s coming, but it still thrills you every time, still sends a jolt of adrenaline up your chest. Your ribs ache for it, for the feeling of being pressed between them, your orgasm glowing over your body as Flip puts his cigarette out.

“Good, hold onto her for me, hold her steady.” Flip tells Kylo.

Manhandling you, Kylo leans against the headboard of the shitty bed that squeaks and creaks and groans, and pulls your back against his chest. It’s broad and warm and already covered in a sheen of sweat, and you grin blissed out and in love, as you watch Flip shuck off his clothes.

Kylo wraps his hands beneath your thighs and holds them open. Flip smiles and kisses your pussy sweetly, swipes his tongue through the come and slick between your legs just once, before licking it off his lips and swallowing it down.

You let out a long moan when Flip pushes the head of his cock into you, your hips widening for him as you adjust yourself back against Kylo’s chest. Kylo kisses your neck, sucks on your earlobe while Flip bottoms out inside you, the feeling of fullness all the way up to your cervix making your knees want to fight Kylo’s grip.

“Flip,” You whine, your mouth seeking his, “Holy shit that’s good.”

“Kylo, rub her clit for me.” Flip smiles against your lips, sucks on your tongue as he rolls his hips against yours. Kylo’s fingers find their way back to your clit and he presses down with steady pressure in little circles. Flip groans as the sound of his cock thrusting in and out of you fills the air, “Your pussy’s so wet, pretty girl.”

“O-oh!” You moan, before suddenly, the overstimulation has your nipples leaking, making your eyes snap open with embarrassment, “Oh fuck, I’m sorry I – ”

“What’s that?” Kylo says, as Flip stops fucking you for a minute.

“Milk, shit, hand me the little towel?” You groan, one hand covering your face as Kylo lets your legs down, as Flip gives you some space.

“No – !” Kylo’s brain short-circuits, realizing that it’s your breastmilk, suddenly strangely fiercely protective of it. He doesn’t want it to go to waste, not something so precious as that, something that comes from you, something for the life that you’ve created with Flip. “No I’ll, can I -- ?”

You and Flip look at each other, before looking back at him, and he feels his heart hammer in his chest. He doesn’t know how to explain it, he just…he just thinks it would be wrong to wipe it away, not when…not when he could savor it.

“Of course you can.” You whisper, and this is new, this is something you haven’t done before, either with Flip or with Kylo or anyone else.

But damn, you’re eager to try.

Kylo shuffles out from under you, and you settle down onto the mattress again. Flip moves over you again, his arms holding your legs up around his hips as his cock sinks back into your cunt. Kylo licks up the milk that’s dripped from your nipples and sighs at the taste, his finger returning to your clit as he lays himself down so his head can rest on your sternum, your breast in his other hand as he latches himself to your nipple and sucks.

“Mmmmm.” You moan, one hand pulling Flip down to make out with him as he fucks you, your other hand carding gently through Kylo’s hair.

The sensation is overwhelming – the suction on your nipple as Kylo drinks his fill, his rough fingers on your clit, Flip’s cock dragging in and out of you, in and out in and out it drives you insane, it drives you over the edge, it makes your back arch and your toes curl and your eyes sting with pleasure, with the overstimulation on all ends.

“Aw fuck, fuck Flip – Kylo – fuck I’m – ” You’re hiccupping, panting, sweat sweat sweating all over and Flip knows you’re going to come again, he speeds his hips up, brings you closer closer closer, and you’re sobbing out their names, “Flip, Ky! Please!”

You come hard on Flip’s cock on Kylo’s fingers, cunt clenching down around them. Flip fucks you through it, you’re not done yet, not yet, not even getting started.

“You think you can take both of us?” Flip asks you seriously, sweetly, calmly. He doesn’t want to hurt you, never wants to hurt you, and so he makes sure you can handle it.

“Please!” Your eyes are clouded from orgasm as it rips through you, but there’s clear certainty in your voice when you shudder through the pleasure that you want, that they’re going to give you.

“Ky.” Flip places a sweating hand on his back, getting his attention. Kylo nods, pulls off of your nipple and licks up the droplets of milk that linger on his red swollen lips.

Kylo lays down on his back, and Flip gets off of you, grabs you carefully and settles you right on Kylo’s cock. It’s roughly the same size as Flip’s, although not as thick around the shaft, and you’re boneless above him as you sink down on it with a great big moan.

Flip kneels behind you, and whispers into your ear to relax as he pushes his cock inside your pussy too. You let your hips drop to accommodate them, and your nipples leak onto Kylo’s stomach as you cry, it’s too good, it’s so much and not enough because neither of them are moving and if they don’t start to move soon you might just lose your mind.

“You’re doing so good baby.” Flip’s hands hold you up, you can’t do it yourself, you’re drooling all over yourself and trying your best not to scream. Still, Flip asks, “Does it feel good?”

“Uh-huhh, you’re both really fucking big I – oh!” You let a big string of drool land on Kylo’s face, and he just licks it up, eyes wide, pupils blown black with lust. You can barely see one another in the shitty light of the lamp, but it’s enough to see how fucking hungry they both are for you.

“I’m going to come soon.” Kylo grunts out.

Now that he’s got his cock in you too, he’s starting to lose the ability to form coherent sentences. The tightness of your pussy and the friction of Flip’s cock rubbing against his own have his whole body tensing and flexing, shuddering and shaking as you moan and cry cry cry on top of him.

“Not fucking yet.” Flip growls through clenched teeth.

“Flip,” You sob, rocking back on the two cocks that can barely fit inside you, on the cusp of another orgasm that you’re almost afraid is going to hurt from how good it’ll be.

Flip thrusts into you harder, faster, he’s close too, you know he is, you can tell, can tell with how he’s starting to bite down on your shoulder, bite enough that he could break skin.

“No, not yet.” Flip shakes his head, hair sweaty and falling in his face as he corrals your body up and off him, with a harsh, “Pull out of her. I’m gonna come in you okay ketsl?”

“Please Flip, fill me up honey.” You cry into his mouth as he kisses you deeply, passionately, rolling you onto your sides so he can have one hand on your hip and the other splayed out across your back.

He grunts with a muffled shout against your lips and comes, shoots a hot thick load into your cunt and groans through it, hips pushing it deeper. He stays like that for a few moments, before forcing himself to pull out of your throbbing aching pussy. His come oozes onto your folds, drips and pools onto your slit. He strokes himself to make sure that every last drop gets on your pussy, before he collapses down onto the mattress with a loud groan, chest heaving.

“Fuck my come back into her, slowly Kylo.” Flip orders the man who had been fucking his fist to keep himself from shouting out your name. Kylo’s so quick to scramble back on top of your body, that Flip lets out a chuckle as he lights another cigarette and breathes, “Go slow, don’t come yet.”

“She’s so hot, you’re so fucking hot, sweets.” Kylo moans as he rubs the head of his dick into Flip’s come, pushes it through your folds and into your cunt. The squelch is slick, heady and so thick, the room smells so much like sex that Kylo almost blacks out from that alone, from the all consuming feeling of you.

“Thank you Kylo.” You slur your words, blissed out of your mind, the world moving in slow motion as Kylo takes long drags in and out of your pussy, pushing more of Flip’s come back into your body with each thrust.

“C-can I come, Flip, please,” Kylo sweats all over you, it drips down from his nose, the ends of his hair. He drools into the pit of your throat, and Flip breathes smoke through his nostrils like a great languid dragon, watching your face.

“No, not until she comes one more time.” Flip smiles at you softly, turning your face to meet his as he kisses you, his tongue hot and thick against yours as he sucks on your bottom lip. “You’re gonna come like this, aren’t you ketsl?”

“P-Phil I – yesyes I –” You cut yourself off and come for the last time of the evening, nothing but sensations, lights and sounds and feeling all around you. You feel like you can taste it, up in your throat, how much come there is inside you. Your hands rub at your lower stomach, it’s like you can feel it, sloshing around inside you. “I’m so full.”

“Here honey-bunny,” Flip gives Kylo a nod, “You can take some more, here.”

Kylo comes so hard that his arms give out on top of you, and he falls with a thud onto your messy chest. You’re all disgusting, covered in spit and tears and sweat, milk and come, all mixing all over these sheets. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you make a reminder to leave more cash for the maid in the morning.

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Everything is quiet, as the three of you catch your breath. Kylo comes in you just as much as Flip does, and you moan in the back of your throat at the thought of it mixing together, your two favorite boys inside you.

“Thank you Philly, thank you Ky.” You mumble, your eyes shut, mind already starting to drift off to sleep. You’re exhausted, after all that, and the pillowcase is cool and so inviting.

“You’re welcome sweets.” Kylo pulls out of you, his cock softening enough that you only wince a little from the overstimulation.

“Anything for my girl.” Flip pulls you to him once again, never wanting you too far away, wanting you close to him.

“Sleep?” You tuck your head under his chin, already snuggling against him, not caring about anything else in the entire world other than the heartbeat underneath your cheek.

“No, no not yet, we gotta get cleaned up.” Flip cards his fingers through your tangled knotted hair, picking apart the sweatier pieces and coaxing you up with little kisses. “C’mon ketsl, shower time.”

“I can’t get up.” You complain, and Flip chuckles because after the night you just had, he’d be surprised if you’d be okay to walk for a couple of days.

It was a good thing the weekend was just around the corner, he thinks, because he doesn’t envision you getting out of bed at all when he gets you back home, when you leave the motel in the morning. Still, you can’t not shower and use the bathroom, so he pats Kylo’s shoulder.

“Ky, give me a hand?” He asks, hoping to get some help from the man.

Thankfully, Kylo’s awake enough to shoulder some of the weight as the three of you shuffle your way to the bathroom. The hot water is blissful on your sore muscles, and you groan and moan and sigh with happiness as big strong hands wash your body, your hair, your face.

In the morning, the three of you will sneak out well before anyone will have any clue that you’ve gone. You’ll wrap your arms around Flip’s middle as he rides the motorcycle back towards home. You’ll pick up your daughter from your dear friend who knows what you get up to and doesn’t judge, and whenever anyone else asks where you’ve been, well…you won’t be lying when you tell them paradise.

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#kylo ren #flip zimmerman #kylo ren/reader #flip zimmerman/reader #kylo ren/you #flip zimmerman/you #kylo ren/flip zimmerman/reader #kylo ren smut #flip zimmerman smut #blackkklansman #my writing

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fiddlepickdouglas · 3 years

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Viva Las Vegas, Pt. 17 - With Him

Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, how will it go in the end?, 4.8k

@trevor-wilson-covington is the bestie who makes these lovely edits, we stan supportive friends

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16

One finger tapped on the strap of his fanny pack as Alex listened for the right bus stop to be called. If all those months since he’d seen Willie had been long, this past week had been longer. Especially since the news about Caleb had hit hard and every minute in the studio now felt like the band was precariously teetering on the edge of a cliff. He was going to try not to let any of that get in his way today, though. He’d made it to Saturday and Willie was only a few streets away, and he didn’t care what happened for the rest of the day - it was going to be good.

Finally he heard the next stop announced for where he needed to get off and he pulled the cord that told the driver to make a stop. Stepping onto the sidewalk, his heart bounced around in its chamber like the Tazmanian devil from Looney Tunes. He was glad that Willie lived in the basement of the apartment building he occupied because it would’ve been the worst if Alex forgot which room he was in and spent hours frantically knocking doors.

It was hard to tell if he was moving quickly or if his mind was just racing, but in either case, he eventually found himself at the door. For a second, he simply took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair, trying to get a visual of Willie immediately pouncing on him the moment the door opened out of his head. It wouldn’t exactly be unwelcome, but Alex was realizing how desperate he was to be with him and was amazed at how it affected his imagination.

Lifting a hand, he made sure he knocked loudly. Soon after, the door opened, and Alex was greeted with shining brown eyes, silky, gorgeous brown hair styled into two braids, and a smile he could make home in. Willie.

“Hey, come on in!” Willie was saying, standing to the side and gesturing for him to enter. Crossing the threshold, Alex gazed at the humble space, taking in the details with heightened interest. “This is mi casa!” He began showing Alex around. “We’ve got the main living space, very cozy. The kitchen to your left, but no dining room so it’s all criss-cross applesauce on the floor - makes it extra chill. Bathroom through the back. The sink and shower handles will sometimes shock you, so don’t mind all the electrical tape.”

It was surprisingly accommodating for a dingy basement, and Willie had already made little additions that spoke volumes about him without words. A king size mattress sat in the corner of the ‘main living space’ on the floor with a small bookshelf beside it. The bookshelf only had a handful of cassette tapes and a Walkman lying on top, with a few sketchbooks on the middle shelf. Next to that, the dresser had a small collection of vintage soda bottles and a camera sitting on its surface. Glow-in-the-dark star stickers covered the ceiling above the bed. Even a couple cat toys could be spotted on the floor. Immediately, Alex approached the area where Willie’s desk sat surrounded by sketches hung on the wall.

“So these are your drawings?” he asked, although the answer was obvious. They were so good. Willie followed him over, the squinty smile still in his eyes.

“Yeah. Some are new. Most of them are attempts to recover what Caleb tore up.”

Alex looked at Willie apologetically, even though the loss of Willie’s previous work wasn’t his fault. Without warning, a pressure on his leg and the sound of loud purring announced Sheldon’s presence. The cat looked up at him and blinked slowly, already begging for attention. Heart melting, Alex bent down to pet him.

“Hey, Sheldon,” he said. “I forgot how cute you were!” He smiled as Sheldon rubbed his head against his hand with more affection that he’d likely seen from any other creature on the planet. Well...maybe there was one other that matched it. Alex had heard about how pets could take on the temperament of their owners, and suspected this was a clear example. “He’s gotten so big since I last saw him.”

“Yeah, he’s supposed to be almost two years old, if Escobar guessed his age right.”

Standing again as Sheldon pattered off, Alex returned his attention to the wall of art, looking at the pieces more closely.

“So which one is your dad?” he mused.

Willie untacked one of them and held it out for Alex to examine. “This one.”

Holding the edges carefully, Alex gazed in amazement at the detail Willie had caught. The edges were certainly less defined, but the scene inside the truck was so easy to visualize that Alex could almost feel the leather of the seats and the windchill from the window. He wasn’t sure what began burning in his chest as he peered down at the image, but it was profound and complex.

“I’ve thought about seeing if I could find him, but I think with my memory it’s kind of impossible,” Willie told him.

“He looks so happy here. I don’t get why you would end up as a foster kid.”

“Yeah, I wondered that too. Maybe he didn’t have a choice?”

Alex looked at Willie’s face, and he could tell half of him was lost in a world of what-ifs and other questions. He was always trying to seem so easy-going, and to an extent he truly was, but he couldn’t hide the constant sense of upheaval that rested on his shoulders. At least, Alex was picking up on it more, now that he knew the things he did. He may have been biased, but he couldn’t imagine anyone not fighting their hardest to keep Willie.

Suddenly his gaze was drawn to the unfinished work on the desk, and recognized it as a portrait of himself.

“Wow.” The word fell out of his mouth.

“Oh,” Willie started with a hint of shyness. “Obviously that one isn’t done, so…” He reached to put it away.

“You got that far off of memory, though,” Alex said. “I’m impressed. And you make me look good.” He offered an encouraging smile. “Maybe some time today I could be a model for you?”

Willie cocked his eyebrow, surprise and playfulness making an adorable combination on his face. It made Alex’s smile grow wider.

“Well, we’ve got a whole day ahead,” Willie said. “Your wish is my command.”

“Okay,” Alex said, leaning onto his back foot casually, one side of his lip curling with intrigue. “Well, I wanna see where you go around here. You seem to have a knack for finding the best spots. We can play it by ear.”

“What’s that one song with the one phrase?” Willie asked. “‘Any way the wind blows?’” He sang shyly, clearly playing down what Alex could tell was a nice voice.

“Bohemian Rhapsody,” Alex smiled. Willie’s job at the record store was at least giving him a good taste in music. “Don’t worry, you’ll know everything about the classics once you hang out with me enough.”

An emotion flashed in Willie’s eyes and after a moment Alex realized what those words were actually saying. He held his gaze, hoping he could communicate his intentions clearly, unlike the last time they’d seen each other. Willie swallowed, and his expression remained excited as he loaded his backpack and led them out the door, board in hand. Alex followed him, deciding not to question which direction they were going.

First, they made a stop to buy a bunch of apples. In classic Willie fashion, he went to a bodega, and this time he communicated with the cashier in rough Spanish. Alex knew he was showing off, and smirked at the notion that Willie enjoyed impressing him.

“So what do we need these for?” Alex wondered as they left the bodega. “Besides a ton of apples for lunch.”

Willie’s secretive smile made Alex raise an eyebrow.

“It’s a surprise.”

A little while later, they stood before the most unlikely place in all of Los Angeles: a horse barn. Staring at the building as if it loomed fifty feet above him, hands in his pockets, Alex gulped and a lump of dread landed in the pit of his stomach.

“Oh no,” he muttered apprehensively.

“Oh yeah,” Willie said, turning to him with a thrilled grin on his face.

Alex wasn’t exactly afraid of horses...he just had no idea what to do around them and therefore was not sure what to expect from them. Also, he would’ve worn different pants if he’d known this was on the agenda.

“I promise, they’ve got some really chill horses,” Willie tried to ease his nerves. “I’ve gone on this trail enough times. Don’t worry, you’ll know everything about riding once you hang out with me enough.” He winked as he threw back Alex’s line with a sly smile.

Unable to argue, Alex shook his head and used the hand in his pocket to gesture forward, signaling to Willie he was up to the challenge. He watched him practically skip inside and he had to jog to keep up after him. They signed in and then were led to two stalls.

Willie immediately gravitated toward a tall golden-colored mustang stallion with a dark mane, apparently both already familiar and happy to see each other. Alex watched him gently greet and essentially coo at it while comfortably stroking its nose and then feeding it an apple. He longed to have that sort of talent with other creatures, and simultaneously realized that he yearned to receive that same tenderness.

Once the horses were tacked up and one of the instructors had given Alex some brief pointers on how to ride, he found himself following Willie on a trail while mounted on a painted mare. The only philosophy he could adopt out here was to be gentle and not get lost.

“Not so bad, your majesty,” Willie called over to him.

An extremely nervous laugh elicited from Alex’s throat involuntarily, only making Willie laugh in return. Alex rode a little closer so they were nearly side by side on the trail.

“I’ve been here once,” he said. “I think I was about twelve? My mom thought that it would make me change my mind about taking ballet classes. We rode for maybe fifteen minutes before I got so nervous we had to turn back around and go home. Never made it through the full trail.”

“Man, that sucks,” Willie commented. “I didn’t know you did ballet.”

“Yeah, that and a few other types of dance. I was forced to quit a little couple years ago. That’s about when we got serious as a band, so I just found something else to bother my parents with.”

He could see the gears click into place as Willie came to a few conclusions about his parents and gave an emphatic nod.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to learn how to dance. That was the one thing Caleb had promised to teach me. He’s the worst, but he definitely knows how to dance.”

Suddenly, Alex remembered watching Caleb’s movements when he’d served him and the boys at the diner. Of course he could dance; everything had been fluid and smooth. All he could say to that thought was “huh,” at first. Then after a few moments: “I’ll have to teach you one of these days then.”

Willie’s eyes crinkled at the corners, happy at the prospect.

“Yeah, okay! Add that to our to-do list.”

Alex chuckled. They had a to-do list now. He bit his lip as he continued following Willie along the trail. It was a gorgeous day and in this area the sky was so clear compared to further inside the city. Greatly contrasting his experience from years ago, Alex felt himself become much more at ease and felt confident enough to take greater control of his horse. Willie pulled out his camera and snapped a few scenic photos every once in a while.

Eventually, they stopped at an outlook and Alex had to take in an awed breath. The view was clear for miles all around them. Green hills spanned the landscape in every direction with patches of city speckled in between. Even the ocean line was visible from there. How did Willie know how to find these?

“Hey, Alex!” Willie called, lifting his camera. “Say cheese!”

Turning to face him, Alex flashed a genuine smile as Willie captured him atop his horse against the scenery. He was usually pretty camera shy, but this time he really didn’t mind. Keeping memories like this actually felt important to him, unlike the many times he’d been forced to pose with his family at functions he’d also been made to attend. Those occasions had always felt so insincere - less about enjoying the memory and more about trying to prove their status as the polished, functional family everyone aspired to.

He saw Willie dismount for a moment and stretch his legs. Gripping the reins and looking around in uncertainty, Alex realized he’d gotten on before ensuring he could properly get off. Thankfully, Willie noticed and came up to him, hands raised.

“Okay, so just...carefully lift your foot out of the stirrup and swing your leg over toward me,” he instructed. Sucking in a breath hesitantly, Alex did as he said. “Alright, then...here.” Willie offered a hand for Alex to grab so he could slide off with ease. Landing on the ground, he leaned into Willie to gain his balance, and felt a congratulatory pat on his back. It took more restraint than Alex anticipated to not simply wrap his arms around him and sit like that for an indefinite amount of time. They had all day ahead of them; he didn’t need the sudden fear of losing him to derail things out of nowhere.

“Sorry if I look like a wimp about all this,” he said, letting go of his hand.

“Nah, don’t sweat it,” Willie assured him, shaking his head. “This is...this is new.”

His eyes seemed to take Alex in from head to toe and Alex could’ve sworn the charge in the air between them would buzz if they got closer, spark if they made contact. It was almost like that moment in front of Willie’s door the week before. For a few seconds they remained locked in that trance before Willie took hold of the horse’s reins and handed them to Alex.

“Technically this trail could take hours, but I’m guessing this isn’t all you’re interested in today,” he said. “What do you say we stretch our legs a bit and then ride back?”

Looking from the reins in his hand back to Willie, Alex nodded.

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

Opening his backpack, Willie handed him an apple and then bit down into one of his own. Taking a bite, it was one of the most refreshing apples Alex ever eaten. They walked the horses a little ways and tried to get good pictures of the different views around them. Alex asked to try his hand with the camera and get a few good shots of Willie. He didn’t consider himself a photographer, but he doubted when the photos got developed that they would turn out badly. The way Willie smiled made him seem like he was made of sunlight from the inside out.

As they rode back to the barn, Alex kept replaying those moments where he’d refrained from making a move over in his head. This had been strike two. If he continued on like this, he was going to hate himself for the rest of eternity, he was pretty sure. Was it some weird kind of side effect of the whole ‘Willie come back to life’ thing? Watching him affectionately say goodbye to his horse once they were ready to leave, Alex looked at his own horse and raised a tentative hand up to her nose.

The mare gazed back, patience gleaming in her eyes. He finally set his hand down on her nose and gently rubbed it up and down, smiling a little to himself. This wasn’t so bad. He could do this - it was just a matter of getting through all the barriers he made for himself in his head. Moving his hands from the horse’s nose, he stroked along her neck, and caught Willie smiling at him from the corner of his eye.

“You wanna try feeding her an apple?” he asked.

Thinking for a few seconds, Alex nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

Pulling one out of his backpack, Willie placed it in Alex’s palm.

“Alright, so hold it out in front of you like this…” He positioned Alex to offer the apple. “And keep your palm flat.”

Alex uncurled his fingers and after sniffing at it a little the mare ate it out of his hand. He could ignore the sensation of her mouth touching him because Willie still had his arm around his shoulder to hold him steady. They looked at each other, and Alex wished he could get a proper shot at Willie’s face at that angle with the camera.

“Looks like you’re gonna get the hang of this,” Willie commended.

Alex looked back up at the horse, a little bit of pride swelling in his chest. “Yeah, I think I will.”

Later, they went to the beach at Alex’s suggestion. He was perched on the surface of a picnic table, posed as if he were looking off into the distance. Willie sketched with great concentration, having taken his hair out of his braids so he could run his hand through it. The late afternoon sun brought out all the best color contrasts in their surroundings - one of the things Alex loved about coming to the beach at this time of day.

“So I have a question,” Alex started, trying not to move too much. His tendency to talk with his hands kept getting him in trouble.

“Shoot,” Willie prompted him, not looking up.

“Did Caleb let you go to school or anything? Or did he provide any sort of education at all?”

Squinting, Willie looked thoughtful for a moment.

“So, after the accident, he told me that I’d had to be taken out of school,” he began, continuing to sketch. “Which makes sense, I guess, if I forgot everything. I remember some basic things, like math wasn’t hard to pick up again. Once I was recovered enough to go places, he just let me go to the public library and find whatever I wanted to read. But he always insisted on not having reminders of who I was before and said it was supposed to be helping me ‘become my own person’. He got rid of things like my school yearbooks and old journals and things. I didn’t think anything of it at first because he’d just called it useless clutter and I believed him. As soon as he decided I was fit enough to work in the diner and help out at the hotel, he told me to forget about school. Anything else I picked up was from watching TV, or listening to the radio, or something. Sometimes I’ll just remember I know something after hearing about it and it’s like it was just always there.”

Listening intently, Alex marveled at the whole thing. The fact that Caleb was not only negligent, but actively discouraging Willie from knowing anything, made him wish he could take down the man’s whole career. However, he figured Willie probably had a lot of his intelligence still untapped. If he’d been able to get away from Caleb and somehow create a life for himself in the span of a few months, Alex wondered what else he was capable of.

“What’s something you remember?” he wondered.

“I guess I used to be really obsessed with space. Just planets and stars and all that. I can spout off facts about Jupiter’s moons and stuff like that. Did you know that the moon Europa has a saltwater ocean under a layer of ice?”

Alex shook his head. “No, I didn’t. That sounds really cool though.” He thought of the stickers on Willie’s ceiling and smirked a little before reassuming his pose.

“I sort of wish I could remember being in school,” Willie was saying. “Everyone else seems to just share all of those memories and understand each other that way.”

Alex saw his brow furrow, and could tell he felt left out. He pondered on his own experience growing up in public school. There was almost no other way he would’ve met Luke, Bobby and Reggie if they hadn’t all attended the same schools. While he could easily critique and complain about it to no end, he knew it was a privilege.

“School is definitely hard,” he told Willie. “But I did get my friends out of it, and I guess that makes up for it. If it’s any consolation, you could just complain about Caleb like he was your horrible English teacher who thought he knew more about the subject of your essay, but you cited all of your sources and they proved him completely wrong.”

Willie laughed. “Why? Did that happen to you?”

Alex bobbed his head from side to side and feigned looking thoughtful . “Maybe.”

“I kind of like reducing him to a loser English teacher. He just sounds petty and sad.”

“That’s high school,” Alex confirmed.

Leaning back from his work for a minute to take it all in, Willie brushed a hand through his hair.

“Here, you wanna take a look at it?” he said. Alex hopped off the table and went to stand over Willie’s shoulder at the drawing and was immediately rendered speechless. The detail was impeccable, but Alex was more impressed by the feeling he got looking at it. Willie had managed to make him appear...handsome, and pensive, and fascinating, like anyone else could look at him and create a million unique ideas of who he was. However, it wasn’t anyone else looking at him, it was Willie, and what he’d captured felt like the truth. Alex couldn’t really explain what that meant, only that it was an honest representation.

“Okay, I know I said the one back at your place made me look good, but this is...this is unreal.”

He could see Willie trying to be modest, but the corners of his lips couldn’t stay down. Funny enough, he appeared even more unable to find words, and simply beamed as he looked back and forth between his sketch and Alex’s face.

A sudden impulse came over Alex, and he kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head, dropping it on top of Willie’s skateboard and backpack. Willie sat looking flustered for a moment.

“Wanna swim?” Alex nodded toward the waves, bidding Willie to follow. He didn’t wait for him to catch up as he immediately began running into the waves up to his knees. Alex knew his pants would be even more ruined the second he hit the salty water, but he didn’t care. Now the sun was beginning to set and the chill of the waves was refreshing, and he couldn’t express what he felt just then in any other way.

Willie tackled him from behind, climbing onto his back and nearly knocking him over into the shallow tide. Clambering back to his feet, Alex splashed water at him. They began a playful water fight back and forth, until they were both drenched. Eventually, Alex tried to catch hold of both Willie’s hands in an attempt to prevent being splashed anymore. He had the advantage of longer arms, but before he could get a tight hold of the second arm Willie’s leg swept under his and they both fell just as a large wave washed over them.

As the water pulled back, they sat in the sand in a tangle, laughing. All Alex could think of was how pretty Willie was in this light, hair swept back off his face with tendrils resting over his shoulders, sun gleaming in his eyes and constantly shining from the inside out. The laughter died between them and he caught a look in Willie’s eye that made him wonder if he appeared to him to be just as perfect in that moment.

This time his mind and body worked in sync as he lifted a hand and gently pulled Willie into a short, tender kiss. All the self-flagellation from earlier was washed away in one pure moment, and exhilaration moved into its place. It felt soft and sweet, just the way he expected it should. Just as quickly as he’d let go, Willie went in for another one, a little longer and a little deeper. One hand remained caressing his cheek while the other wrapped around his upper back. Alex couldn’t help smiling into another kiss; he was too happy to care about anything else. Hardly a week ago, this had been impossible.

As they let go, their hands came together and they looked into each other's eyes, both releasing a relieved chuckle. Willie looked at the rest of the beach behind them and Alex’s eyes followed, but at this hour there were too few people around and no one paying attention to them. Turning back to Alex, Willie sighed and shook his head with a smile.

“Wow,” was all he said, biting his lip.

“Yeah, I’d definitely do that again,” Alex smirked, until the joy in his chest converted it into a full grin.

A wave washed over them again and they both stood, shaking out their hair and trying to wipe off whatever sand they could. Heading back up the beach, Willie grabbed Alex’s hand so they could make their way up together. The sun was nearly set but Alex was sure it had just gone into his chest, bursting with excitement. Once they reached the picnic table, they gathered their things and Willie offered to carry Alex’s shirt inside his backpack on the way home. Thank goodness there were a few patches of grass so Alex could try to get a little more sand off his feet before putting his shoes back on.

“So how long have you been sitting on that?” Willie teased as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and they left the beach.

“Shut up,” Alex laughed, knowing he was being called out.

“No, really!” Willie bumped his side jokingly. “I want to know!”

Tilting his head back to try to remember, it didn’t take Alex long to give him the answer.

“Since day one,” he told him.

Surprise swept over Willie’s face as he looked at Alex.

“Seriously?” he asked.

Alex nodded.

“Me too.”

It was Alex’s turn to look surprised. Without saying another word, he took Willie’s hand in his and then kissed it before continuing back toward his place. The whole way they talked about all the different things they needed to do together in the future. Riding on more horse trails, dancing lessons, skating lessons, art modeling sessions, going to band practices and gigs, visiting the record store while Willie wasn’t working, etc. They both agreed that the entire day technically counted as a date, and all further plans would as well. Alex was reminded once again that he didn’t have a notebook to write things down in, and vowed to have one for the next time he saw Willie. Once they reached Willie’s door, they had already put their shirts back on and it was completely dark outside.

“Are you free any time next week?” Willie asked, still holding onto Alex’s hand.

“I wish I could say yes, but probably not. And as much as I’d love to give you my number, it’s really not the best idea.”

“Well, I could give you mine,” Willie said.

Alex shot him a confused look. Holding up a finger, Willie dug into his backpack until he found his sketchbook and tore off the corner of a page, quickly scribbling one down and handing it to Alex.

“It’s actually the one for work,” he said. “But if it’s what we can do for now, I’ll do it. Kyle won’t care.”

Looking at it for a minute and then stashing it in his now-dry pocket, Alex took hold of Willie’s chin and went to kiss him again. It was really hard to stop, but they soon broke apart.

“I gotta go,” Alex murmured.

Willie only nodded, squeezing his hand before letting go and slipping his own into his pocket.

“I’ll call you.”

“Okay.”

“Goodnight.”

Once again heading up the short set of stairs to the sidewalk, Alex rubbed his lips together, relishing in the taste of what he and Willie had just done. He couldn’t imagine anything sweeter.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #fanfic #jatp fanfic #sunset curve #alive au #willex #willie #alex mercer #luke patterson #reggie peters #bobby wilson #julie molina #caleb covington #viva las vegas #with him #fiddlepickdouglas

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The Smell of Truth - VII

Summary: After years being forced to fight in clandestine hybrid ring, Jungkook is now living in shelter, but life remains bad, the place is abusive, and nobody seems to want adopt him. Until one night a pro-hybrid activist group invades the shelter, and a woman in black smelling like truth promises that things will get better, and he decides to follow her wherever she goes.

Pairing: pitbull!Jungkook x human!Reader

Genre: fluff, angst, future smut maybe.

Words: 5784

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: None.

A/N: I know, Y/N and Jungkook eat all the time and spend a lot of time on her car.

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI

"Jungkook, can you help unload the new merch, please?" Jessi said from behind the cashier, where she was talking with a customer.

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Be careful!"

Jungkook dropped what he was doing at the back of the store - cleaning CD shelves and rearranging alphabetically and music genres that customers take out of place - and ran outside by the back exit, where his coworker, another hybrid, was already signing receipt papers in front of a truck. One of the delivery men was already carefully removing some boxes from inside the truck and putting it on the sidewalk.

"What's in the boxes?" He curiously asked.

"These two bigger ones are guitars, they are orders. And those others are smaller instruments, like flutes and harmonicas." The golden retriever with slightly pink hair that he hadn't memorized the name yet said. Was it Ryujin? "Take care, even if the box is light, everything is very fragile."

"Ok." Jungkook stacked the two heavier boxes, as he saw the delivery guy do, and being careful, he went back inside to store it in the warehouse. In one second he was back to pick the others.

It was his first week on his new job, and obviously, it didn't even surprise you, he chose the music shop. The boy has a great ear and an excellent musical taste, besides music proved to be one of the things he likes most in his new life.

The other day you caught him risking singing softly in his room, when he thought you weren't at home, and in order not to make him uncomfortable, you didn't reveal your presence at all, letting him be. He has a beautiful voice. So, the possibility of being able to discover new music and new artists at work and talk to people with the same tastes as him made Jungkook's round eyes shine like the universe.

Up until then, working was fun, and the coworkers were nice. Maybe it was because of the initial excitement, but Jungkook was efficient and learned quickly, so he was praised almost all the time, which made him blush and have an almost permanent smile. The customers usually think it's cute.

"Ah... excuse me."

Jungkook listened to someone calling, he was at the top of a ladder, arranging some instruments on the top shelf, and looked down to see two high school girls.

"Yes?" He asked.

The same girl responded.

"I'm looking for new strings for my guitar. Can you help me?" Her voice shook a little, but at the end of the sentence she smiled confidently.

"Sure!" He went down. "Six strings or twelve strings? Nylon or steel strings?"

The two girls looked to each other in confusion.

"Ah... Six and... steel." It was almost a question.

"Ok. I'll get it for you."

From the cashier, Jessi and Ryujin watched the scene with judgmental eyes. Both of them were free, but it was obvious it wasn't their help that these girls wanted. Who knew Jungkook was going to bring new customers just for being handsome.

"I never saw these two here." Jessi crossed her arms.

"Me neither. Bet she doesn't even have a guitar." Ryujin shrugged.

"I don't care, as long as they buy something." The other shrugged too, leaving to the back of the store.

At this moment Jungkook was coming to the cashier, three packs of guitar strings from three different brands in hand, and speaking the decorated speech they taught him on the first day, followed by the two girls, who were attentively paying attention with heart eyes.

"If you can't or don't know how to put the new strings on the guitar, just bring it here that we put for you... Not we, because I don't know how to put it, but Jessi knows..." Jungkook smiled, and it looked like the girl that didn't talk at all wasn't breathing anymore. He placed the three string options on the counter in front of his coworker, still smiling.

"Are you going to take them all?" Ryujin asked, also with the friendly smile of a good employee.

The girls' eyes widened for a second.

"No." The talkative one replied, perhaps with too much emphasis, and with a quick glance at Jungkook and an embarrassed smile, she added. "Only this one."

Ryujin took the set of strings that the girl chose - the cheapest one - to pass through the barcode reader. After the two paid, Jungkook accompanied them to the exit with a short conversation, implying that the girl should dedicate herself to learning the new instrument and wishing her luck and that she would always return if needing anything. He was happy. Technically this was his first sale ever.

At this moment you pulled over at the other side of the street and jumped off of your SUV. An excited sound left Jungkook's mouth and he beckoned. Remembering to look side to side, you crossed the street, walking straight to him.

"Hey, cutie." You gave him a shiny grin. "I've come to pick you up."

"Hm?" He was surprised, he had walked home by himself everyday since day one, and you didn't say today would be different. "Ok. Want to wait inside till my shift ends?"

You chuckled, looking at your wristwatch.

"Your shift ends in three minutes."

"Really?" His eyes widened, and his hands pulled your arm towards him - consequently you whole - so he could look at the hours too. "Wow. I didn't see the time passing..."

"Go change and pick your things." You bossed, releasing your arm from his hold just to mess up his hair.

He nodded and got back inside, fast stepping to the back of the store. Through the glass in the window you waved to the other two employees, who smiled and waved back. Ryujin seemed torn between running to you to greet you right and giving you love, or staying at her post doing her job, in the end she sent you several different hearts with her hands.

When Jungkook got back, now in his everyday large clothes instead of the shop uniform, you were exactly on the same spot waiting for him, but now with two ice cream cones.

"I was thinking here, you said 'do you want to wait inside bla bla bla...', but like, I'm your boss, JK. If I wanted to pick you up earlier I could. You know?" You said, talking betwing licks on your ice cream.

Jungshook looked at you with a half-open mouth.

"You wouldn't." He stated.

"Why not?" You took his hand to cross the street.

"Isn't that abuse of power or something? I don't think you look like someone who has favorites... Like, you are too pragmatic, too good girl for that."

You looked offended, as if he had slapped you. You entered the car and waited for him to do the same and close the door behind him.

"First of all... The whole town already knows you, know you are my roommate. Everybody already thinks you are a favorite of mine, so no one would be surprised if I pamper you in public, cuz I do it all the time?? Aaaand...!" You aggressively put your seatbelt on."You know very well I'm part of a group considered a terrorist by the government, which automatically takes from me any title similar to good girl."

"The government is dumb. You are a hero, and this absolutely returns your title as a good girl and its variables." He raised a cocky eyebrow at you.

You started the car and turned it off again, looking at him incredulously.

"On one of our first talks, I literally told you about how I got expelled from the only school I attended in my whole life... I only went to college because my parents are rich and know important people." You shrugged at the end.

"That's not true. You are intelligent and had exemplary grades during college, I heard Jackson talking about it ..." He pointed out, before you could question how he knows it." Besides, you were expelled for protecting your family, and that is heroic to me."

"It was actually revenge and pure violence... But I'm dropping this conversation." You started the car again and it started to move just to stop right then at the red light. "Put some music on."

"Ok." Jungkook obliged. "But seriously, Y/N... Why did you get this offended at being called a good girl? Do you want to be a bad girl?"

Your face heated up. One month ago he didn't even know what playing bickering was and now this...

"Shut up!" You yelled.

He gave a loud laugh, losing it with your flustered face, and all you could do was to laugh along with him. ______________________________________________________________________________ Instead of going home, as Jungkook imagined at first, you had different plans for today. You took the road and in forty minutes you were in the neighboring city parking in front of a movie theater - the kind of thing you don’t have in your city because it’s so small. It was Saturday night and you had reason to celebrate.

"Wow, I've never been to the movies before... What are we watching?"

"You can choose." You pointed to the mural of posters and opening times of the movies. "We can also choose where we'll get dinner."

"I want pizza." He bluntly said.

You chuckled. Of course he wants pizza.

You went to buy snacks and let him get the tickets.Waiting for the big bucket of popcorn, you were humming a song that has been stuck in your head all day and drumming your fingers around the candy display case, considering buying a chocolate bar.

"Are we celebrating something? You look really excited today..." Jungkook came back, stopping by your side, looking you up and down, your whole body expression saying happy puppy to him.

You smiled as if he had catched you on something.

"Is just... You ended your first week of work ever... I finally got what I wanted from my job... We are like, both successful, gorgeous, young and free. We deserve to fill our stomachs with buttered popcorn, gummy bears, pizza and coke."

A wide smile spreaded on his beautiful face, cute teeth showing up and making your own smile wide too.

"What did you want from your job?" He picked the bucket of popcorn from the attendant's hands when you didn't notice it. "Thank you."

"I'll tell you later." You dismissed the question with a hand wave. "What movie we gonna see?"

Jungkook pointed to a dark sign with a putrefied hand coming out of a half-open wardrobe, blood dripping from the doorknob.

"A horror movie? Do you want me to scream in public?" You laughed in self-depreciation.

"I never watched one of these. It should be fun. Don't worry, I will hold your hand." Jungkook inflated his chest and indeed held your hand.

You were actually worried about him, not you. It is not your custom to watch horror movies, usually you only watch the ones with the most hype, but you know they can be very violent, and maybe your cute Jungkook still can't deal with it... Instead of voicing your concerns, you decided to pay attention to see if it really was necessary to worry at all. First sign that he was more uncomfortable than he should be, you would leave the theater.

You reciprocated his hol and scoffed.

"I'm holding your hand." _______________________________________________________________ At the end, your concerns weren't necessary. The movie was kind of trashy, besides some jump scares that got you screaming, and some disgusting, gross special effects that made you feel slightly nauseous, the bloody scenes were funnier than violent, drawing some good laughs from Jungkook. Still, he spent the entire movie holding your hand, as he promised. At the pizzeria the two of you ate until you had to open the button on your pants, still laughing at how bad the movie was, and how the couple sitting in a row in front of you were startled by silly things and made everything funnier. Jungkook was radiant, and that was what you wanted.

"A month from now when I get my first payment, we have to come back here. And I'll pay." Jungkook declared. "What reminds me, what would you say about your job?"

"Hm..." You looked around. The place was considerably crowded, normal movement for a Saturday night, your table was a little isolated, but not enough for you to have this conversation here. "My... friends wanted me to work with a guy. And I finally got the opportunity."

At first Jungkook thought of Jimin and Tae, but then the message sinked in. It was a secret organization's thing.

"Let's go?" You got up from your chair.

"Sure." Jungkook's eyes were big with curiosity. He didn't expect you to tell him about such things, but now you were implying the rest would be said in a more private place.

You two got back to the car with the pizza box with what you couldn’t eat whole and a stuffed animal that Jungkook got from a hook machine on the first try. You were feeling tired and sleepy, not in the mood for driving at all - maybe you should teach Jungkook how to drive for moments like that. You didn't put on some music or asked Jungkook to do so as you usually do.

"The organization has been investigating some lawyers, suspected of facilitating illegal hybrid purchases and transfers, and of covering up such crimes. And I basically need to get proof to frame this guy and expose who he works with." Your eyes were glued on the dark road. "Now I'm going to work directly with him."

"He is a lawyer from your firm?"

"Not yet. He is in the process of being the new partner in the firm. I worked hard to be part of the process or to be designated as his assistant." You explained, still too focused on driving. "I just have to do one mission. Whatever you want to call it. The rest is up to the organization. But for that I need to travel, to work in person, for about a week."

Oh." Jungkook looked at his hands.

Until now he hadn't thought about being alone, by himself. But of course at some point it would happen, you can't live exclusively according to him. He's not the only thing in your life, as he feels you are in his. Suddenly a week seemed like an eternity. Suddenly your apartment looked huge.

"Now I need to know what you want to do." You continued, not noticing the change in his mood.

"What do you mean?"

You made a funny face. It was like you were making a lot of effort to talk about it in a serious tone, but he could see the happy puppy in you again, and it made him relax a little bit, even though he didn't understand why.

"I thought of taking you with me, of course. But you may not want to... Which is ok too. You can stay at home taking care of things and going to work normally... Or you can stay with Taetae and Jimin... which would surely make them happy... " You chattered.

"I want to go with you. I’ll go where you go." He decided, almost solemnly. That sentence gave you both a nostalgic feeling, even though it hasn't been much more than a month since he first said it to you, and your lives changed overnight. You smiled, glad that he chose what you wanted him to.

"Awesome." Your finger drummed on the steering wheel. "Even if it's a business trip, we're going to have some free time, so I chose a super amazing hotel with lots of things for us to have fun together, and for you to have something to do when I'm at the office. Besides... There are others things that you have to decide..."

Jungkook was already excited about the idea of having fun with you on a trip.

"What is it?"

You sighed, as if you were collecting courage to say what was on your head.

"I am thinking about it for a while now... And my friend from the organization suggested it would be a good idea too. If you were in agreement..." You hesitated. "Would you like to help me?"

Jungkook didn't answer. A stiff silence settled in. In the absence of an answer, you panicked, your fingers tightening the steering wheel.

"It wouldn't be really dangerous, because my task is simple... I would never put you in danger, JK. I don't even get involved in really dangerous situations. It's just because you know about us. I ...I'm sorry."

The silence prolonged.

It was selfish, but you saw in the opportunity of Jungkook working with you in the organization a little of your loneliness fading. Loneliness that is created when you keep a secret even from those you love the most, like your family and the guy who always says he wants to spend the rest of his life by your side. Even your best friends since childhood... Even if you don't hide the truth from them, you can't tell everything either... Your fears and concerns. With Jungkook I would be different. He would be your partner. You could lean on him. It is selfish because you promised him a new life, of peace and tranquility, without even a shadow of the horrible things he lived in the past, and you still don't even know exactly how horrible they were. And in your secret work, bad things can always appear, in one way or another.

"Anyways... One thing we are going to do for sure is bungee jumping. And I think you will love it." You cheered, masking any disappointment you could be feeling.

You chose this double life for a much bigger reason than yourself. You knew from the beginning how it would be. So let's push those bad feelings back inside and move on.

"I'm really... grateful." Jungkook whispered, uncertain voice reaching your ears. "To you, and the organization. I truly think you guys are heros. I would like to be a hero too."

"JK..."

"I trust you." He didn't let you interrupt. "I know that you would never put me in danger or in a situation against my will. You respect me. So I don't have concerns about it. I just don't think I'm going to be very useful... I don't know how to do anything... except to fight. And I will never do that again."

Your hand reached to his on his lap, and as it had become natural his fingers intertwined with yours.

"You don't have to worry about that. I just basically need two little things from you, and I'm sure you got it. One of them you are doing right now."

"And is it?" He was confused. He was doing absolutely nothing. Right?

"I need you to be handsome and charming, just like you are doing now, but in a button-up shirt." You winked at him, making him feel hot, and totally thankful for the darkness so you couldn't see him bright blush. "And that you watch a door for me."

"I-I can do that." ______________________________________________________________________________ The sun didn't even rise yet and you are programming the better route in your gps, sunglasses on the crown of your head, sleep still on your puffy eyes. The suitcases were already in the trunk, and the snacks on the backseat, but for some reason your travel partner was not yet seated beside you, the passenger door he forgot open, letting the morning air in, covering your skin with goosebumps. Is too early to be in a hurry, so even though you have a schedule to follow, you patiently reclined your head on the back of the seat and waited. Jungkook got out the back door of the flower shop, checking twice if he locked the door and turned on the alarm, and then ran to the car. In his hands were his keys, cell phone - that you gave him when he first started working -, and his new wallet - papers and old photograph inside.

"All ready, Y/N!" He entered and closed the door, happy smile on his also puffy face. He was about to put on his seat belt. "Wait!"

"What?" You said in your morning voice - you don't like to speak for the first hour after you wake up at all.

"I forgot my toothbrush." He was already with his hand on the door to go back and get it.

You chuckled and started the motor.

"Sorry, JK. We can buy a new one later... Now we need to hit the road." __________________________________________________________

Just like the suitcases and everything else you would need to travel, at the night before you and Jungkook prepared a travel playlist, specifically songs with road vibes and good for singing at the top of your lungs - your plan was to make him sing along with you to finally praise the beautiful voice you already know he has. If it didn't work, the next plan would be karaoke. It worked. In fact, at start your were all by yourself, you always sing in the car, so he didn't saw it as a invitation to join your personal show, preferring to eat m&m's separated by color while watching you, some hours later tho, motivated perhaps by a specific song or by the energy you established, he gave in, and now you two were having so much fun. The lyrics he didn't know - like the 70s and 80s ones you like because of your mother - you explained about the artists and bands, detailing things about their careers and why you like them, he likes it because he knows more about his job an about you, and the next second you started the next song that you both knew how to sing, there you were joyingly screaming again. You forgot to compliment his voice.

With his mouth full himself, Jungkook filled yours with mini carrots and slices of apple cutted in bunny shape. It was about 10 already, your but was square and legs were sore, you needed to stretch, not to mention your bladder, which should be twice as big as you needed to go to the bathroom.

As if he was reading your mind, the boy beside you whined.

"Y/Nnnnnnnn... I need to pee."

"Me too." You whined back. "Can you wait a little bit more? I planned a stop, and we're almost there."

"Yeah... Sure." He smiled, opening another can of energy drink.

Your look went from the road to him, from him to the can, and from the can to the road again.

"I can't see how drinking another one will help with the bathroom issue..." You mocked.

"I'm also thirsty." He answered as if it was obvious.

Almost half an hour later you parked at a gas station beside the road. As you jumped up the suv, a pursehanging on your arm - with toilet paper and other hygiene items that toilets for community use by the roads don't usually have, you are a prepared woman -, you checked your location to make sure it was the right place. You were supposed to be at a specific gas station at 11am. It only had two bathrooms. One was under maintenance, and the other had a broken lock. At least it wasn't as filthy as you expected it to be.

You handed the purse to Jungkook.

"Go first. I'll guard the door for you." You said.

Jungkook just obeyed, having taken another can and a half of soda after the energy drink. You watched the movement of people and cars, a few filling up with gas, customers at the convenience store, truck drivers stopping for lunch at the restaurant next door. There weren't many people. And you haven't seen anyone paying attention to you.

"Are you looking for something?" Jungkook quietly asked, already beside you.

"Oh. Nothing... I just zoned out. My turn." You run inside the bathroom, remembering your physiological needs.

Back at the car, Jungkook expected you to continue the journey right away, instead you grabbed the steering wheel, still looking through the window with a look so intent that a little line formed between your eyebrows. Jungkook didn't know what was bothering you out of nowhere, but he was willing to help.

"Y/N?" He put a lock of your hair behind your ear so softly that you hardly felt it at all. You looked at him, face unconsciously relaxing. "You okay?"

"Yeah. Just a little headache." It wasn't a lie, until he asked you hadn't noticed, but your head was throbbing a little. "We ran out of water, right? I'm going to buy more."

"Want me to go?" He volunteered.

You considered it. He is just so sweet. But not all places are friendly to hybrids on their own, even documented or free ones, you didn't want to find out if the convenience store was friendly or not in the worst way. It was going to ruin the mood of the trip. Strangers mistreating Jungkook for no reason is always the last thing you want in your day.

"Thanks, sweetie." You shook your head negatively. "I'll be right back."

Jungkook followed you with his eyes as you jumped off the car, walking straight with your hands on your jacket pockets, till you disappeared into the store. Last night when both of you were packing your things, you showed him a 'first aid kit bag' you prepared with several remedies you could need, remembering it now, for sure there's something for your headache there. Wanting to help, he got out and opened the trunk.

You said you would put it in your suitcase... Can he open it? Was it an invasion of privacy? Maybe the kit was in the suitcase's outer compartment, and there would be no issue...

A shiver went up his back and a growl formed in his throat, but it didn't come out. Someone was behind him, terribly close, and with a confused smell that made it impossible to know whether they were human or hybrid. Jungkook did not hear the person's footsteps approaching, and that was fearsome.

"Don't turn around, don't try running, and don't scream. Act naturally." A deep voice of a male spoke.

Despite it being low, there was so much force and authority in this voice that Jungkook couldn't desobay. His eyes reached to the store, looking for you.

"Are you Jungkook?" The voice calmly asked.

How could this guy know his name? What does he want? Different thoughts crossed Jungkook's mind, none optimistic, all scary. He wanted you to show up to save him, and at the same time, without knowing exactly what was going on and the risks, he wanted you not to come back, so you wouldn't be hurt. What should I do?

"I'm." He answered, voice firm to not show fear. A voice he is used to using almost all the time, but since you came into his life, he didn't need it anymore.

The man behind him hummed. Jungkook concluded that he must be a hybrid after all, because he had the urge that the guy was smelling him, but he couldn't say for sure, it could just be in his head. How could this guy's voice be so calm and trustful if his presence had all this power that made Jungkook unable to move a muscle? How conflicting, the feelings this caused in Jungkook were unheard of for him, a kind of fear that he never felt before, the fear that his former master imposed through threats and punishments...

Jungkook searched around, wishing the man wouldn't notice it... Somebody... Anybody... At least one person would notice that there was something wrong going on there, and if Jungkook made eye contact, if he managed to ask for help in any way, everything would be fine. But nobody seemed to see them there, nobody noticed. The gas station employees continued to work normally, the customers entering and leaving their cars, totally unaware... How frustrating.

"I'm a Y/N's friend." The man throatily said. "Nice to meet you, JK."

Jungkook's eyes wided. Friend. One of those friends of yours?

The sound of something being placed on the floor caught Jungkook's attention down, next to his feet was now a small black backpack.

"This is for her. Take care, it's fragile."

"What is it?" Jungkook questioned, not trusting at all - he wouldn't give you anything without being sure it's safe - but strangely relaxed for such an unusual situation.

A low, funny sound came from the guy. Was he laughing?

"Something you guys will need." He simply said. One moment of silence and Jungkook thought the guy was gone, but then he spoke again, now his voice seemed a lot less impersonal. "Tell her she's beautiful today. As always. Good luck."

It was not possible to hear the guy's footsteps leaving, just like when he appeared, but Jungkook felt the absence of an extra presence after a few seconds. The guy was some kind of ninja. He bent down to pick up the backpack and slung it over one shoulder, looking around, trying to find someone who could be the intimidating guy... But he found no one. Without thinking much, he took the kit and closed the trunk, returning to the passenger seat, still looking over his shoulder.

A few minutes later you got back, still with a frown in your face.

"I definitely need an aspirin... You got the kit already!" You slammed the door by accident and cringed at the loud noise, you hate to slam your car door. "Thank you, sweetie... What is it?"

You pointed to the backpack, and Jungkook looked at you with doe eyes. Only now you noticed he was looking frightened.

"Your friend told me it is to you."

Your eyes widened as well and your hand reached your mouth. You were instructed to find someone from the organization at this gas station to receive the necessary equipment for your task. So you were stressed about nobody showing up at the appointed time, it even gave you a headache. Even though you involved Jungkook, you didn't expect them to contact him instead of you. Actually you forgot to tell him about it at all.

"Oh my... JK, I'm sorry I didn't warn you. I guess I still haven't gotten used to having a partner..."

Usually, in this kind of situation, you are all alone or needing to be sneaky around your friend and family. It was out of habit.

"It's ok." Jungkook gave you a sympathetic smile. "What do I do with it?"

"Put it on the backseat." You shrugged and started the car.

"Aren't you checking on it?" Jungkook was surprised. What if it was a bomb? You guys have used bombs before...

"Not here. First we leave." Suddenly you were on your pretty good mood again. "Can you give me an aspirin, please?"

Jungkook gave you the pill and you drank almost an entire bottle of water with it. A car honked past you, because you slowed down, but you just ignored it.

"Did my friend say anything else?" You asked, putting on some low music once again.

Jungkook looked through the window, wishing his cheeks wouldn't get red just because he agrees with what he was about to say. He couldn't look at you to say it when the wind was making your hair move to all directions as if it has his own life, or the sun on your skin makes it shine, or your eyes showing above your sunglasses as you look at him. It wasn't fair.

"He said you are beautiful today.... As always.'

A loud, ringing laugh escaped your lips, forming an incredulous smile.

"I can't believe Yoongi came personally..." You laughed again. "Now make sense... He was checking on you... He didn't let you see him, right?"

"No. He stayed behind me the whole time."

You nodded vigorously, as if that obviously confirmed what you were saying. Jungkook was confused, not understanding anything.

"Who is Yoongi?" He uncertanly asked.

Unlike when you talk about your friends of the organization, almost as if you were telling a story of people who do not exist, perhaps because they are people you work with but generally don't know, neither name nor face, when talking about this Yoongi was much like how you talk about Jimin or Taehyung, a real friend. Only with something more... An admiration that Jungkook hadn't yet heard so present in your voice.

"Min Yoongi." You said, and it was almost possible to see the fire on your eyes. "He is not just one of my friends... He is the boss."

Now it makes sense. It wasn't a ninja. It was the super hero. That is why all thatauthority in his voice and the powerful presence, totally intimidating, but at the same time Jungkook did not feel threatened as he felt so many times before... because there was no real threat. Suddenly Jungkook wasn't frightened or uncomfortable with the situation anymore, he was euphoric. He had met the boss of heroes who save hybrids, and soon he would be one too. Now it seemed a little more real that he could help others like him, just like this Min Yoongi and you.

"What are you smiling at?" You brought him back from his daydream with a teasing smirk.

"It's just... It is exciting." He was clearly excited.

Your smirk wided, eyes on the road. Your partner feels it just like you, and you almost couldn't hold yourself back. You never gave a name to it, and now Jungkook used a perfect word to describe it, and since you can't get out of your head. This secret job... secret life... It really does make you feel like a hero. Sometimes you feel guilty for feeling that way, since you were born on the bad side of history, you are human and humans are the villains. Helping hybrids to fight for justice and gain their freedom is nothing more than your obligation... But with Jungkook you can feel how you want, because you are sure that he will understand and never judge.

"Isn't it, JK?"

You two exchanged a meaningful look. The bond between you becoming stronger without you realizing it.

Just moments later you both excitedly increase the volume of the music that just started so you can sing at the top of your lungs again and again.

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Trial & Error | chapter 1.

A/N: hey guys ik this is really random for my page but i got bored lol pls enjoy??

Main Pairing: (jimin): student/idol x (main): foreign student

Side Pairs: main x taehyung,, main x (nct) jaehyun

CHAPTER 1

"I still can't believe you're moving."

You sighed, leaning your head on your boyfriend's shoulder. "Don't remind me."

It had been a month since your parents had told you about the big move and school would be starting the next week, which is when you'd be moving.

Ryan lied his hand on your thigh as he squeezed it a bit. "I was thinking, you know," he started, "since you're moving and all... y/n, don't you think it'd be better if we--"

You already knew where this was going. "Break up?" you finished for him. He didn't say anything, causing you to chuckle a bit. "It's alright," you told him. "I've been thinking the same thing."

"You have?"

You took your head off of his shoulder, looking him in the eyes. "Yeah. I mean, it only makes sense, right? What would be the purpose of staying together?" You gave him a small smile of which he returned. You and Ryan had only been together for 5 months, not really making it a big deal.

"You know I care about you, right?"

"Yes," you confirmed. "Same goes here. Just because we're 'ending this', doesn't mean we're ending us. I'll still keep in contact with you and check up here and there."

Smiling at you, he stuck his pinky finger out. "Promise?"

You quickly interlocked your pinky with his. "Promise."

Turns out, saying your goodbyes to your friends wasn't the hard part. You already knew this was going to be a problem but you had been in Korea for over two hours and still had yet to find someone that spoke English. You guys began to settle in your apartment with the help of moving guys, and you had decided that you wanted to take a look around, maybe buy a snack.

Little to no avail, you couldn't find many American snacks like you were expecting to, and when you did, they surely didn't taste the same. Anyway, you was trying to make your way back to your new home when you realized you didn't know where you were going. Google Maps was acting up, and you were too afraid to attempt the Korean you actually did know with local natives. Therefore, you tried to ask, using as much broken English as you could to make it simple on them. However, they weren't very helpful but at least they all seemed nice. You thought maybe if you made one more attempt, you could have hit the jackpot. "Uh, excuse me sir."

The older man stopped in his tracks and stared at you. "Uh... Yes?" He asked, sounding quite nervous.

Right then and there, just from his tone, you knew he wasn't going to be much useful. You politely smiled. "Never mind." You bowed and he went on with his day. Ugh, why were you so scared to speak Korean. You were actually pretty good at it at some point due to your childhood best friend, Shi Ah. Practically her sister, you two were around each other all the time and you easily picked up the language. It was fun because you guys would always say things about people with them right there without them knowing what you two were speaking about.

But, unfortunately, Shi Ah had to move to China Freshman year due to a job opportunity for her journalist parents. The goodbye was extremely hard but you both eventually moved on, you becoming best friends with Mariana and Riley, her doing God knows what. You even fell out of touch so you had no idea what she’d been up to the past few years. It was sad but it quickly became your new normal.

Anyway, you knew, eventually you were going to have to get over your fear of speaking Korean but until then, you sighed and took in the scenery surrounding you to see if anything looked familiar, but nope. You stood there, deciding that maybe it was time to call a parent. As you went to dial your moms number, you suddenly become very distracted.

"Lost?" you heard a voice say.

You looked up from your phone to the girl that now stood in front of you. "You speak English?" you stupidly asked. The girl laughed. "I'm sorry," you apologized, realizing how rude you probably sounded.

"Don't be, it's understandable. What can I help you with though?" The girl was really pretty. She had perfect skin with long blonde hair and bangs that made her wide eyes stand out.

You let out a breath, looking down at your phone. "I need help getting back home."

She giggled. "Already? Come on." She then proceed to walk ahead of you as you, confusingly, followed.

"But wait, you haven't even asked where I live."

"Its alright, we're in the same neighborhood. I saw you earlier," she explained. It then made sense. However, you had not seen her. The girl was gorgeous, you must admit, so you would have remembered seeing her.

"So we're neighbors," you stated.

"Yup."

"What's your name?"

Still walking, she looked back at you and smiled. "Jinsoul. But my English speaking friends call me Zoè. Say which ever you'd like."

You nodded, repeating her name in your head a few times. A habit you picked up in order to remember people’s names.

"And you?" she asked.

"Y/n."

"That’s pretty," she complemented you. “It’ll be hard to forget.”

Only a short block later, you guys were back into the neighborhood. "Thank you so much," you said as you began to reach your doorstep. "I owe you."

After exchanging numbers, she informed you that she only lived a corner away from you and that if you ever needed anything, you could just ask.

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The next day, you were starting school. You walked around the corner and saw your mom in the kitchen cooking breakfast. You knew that your Dad didn't leave the house until 9 am. "Morning, Mom," you greeted her.

She turned away from the pancakes she was in the middle of making and smiled at you. "Y/n! Morning baby, are you excited for school?"

You shrugged your shoulders while smirking as you placed your back pack on the kitchen island table. "I guess. I don't really know what to expect though."

"Well if there's any advice I can give you, it's : Don't stress. Seriously, it'll make everything go wrong."

Instead of a reply, you sighed, still feeling sleepy. "Why are you up so early?" you asked her.

She then proceeded back to making the pancakes. "For you."

"Oh no, you didn't need to do that, Mom. I'm about to leave out."

She looked at you with a confused expression on her face. "Well then what are you going to eat?"

"There's a store around the block, I was just gonna grab a quick snack and head to the school early."

"Early?" she wondered.

You shook your head. "Yup. Want to get my schedule 100 percent accurate and get a mini tour of the building before it gets too crowded." Your mom kind of smirked, looking at you from the side of her eyes. You giggled. "What?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing, it's just nice seeing you be responsible and positive on the first day. I know you didn't exactly picture your senior year to go this way but I just want you to make the best of it and I think you're off to a good start so far, sweetie."

You smiled. She was right, you guess. You did feel very out of place but not in a bad way exactly. You'd rather be home but you weren’t. You were in Seoul, South Korea and what would you be able to do about it? Nothing. So why not do what you can and make it a good experience rather than a negative?

She then turned the stove off and fully looked at you. "Get going. Have a nice day of school!"

As soon as you left the apartment building, you saw the girl from the day before walking in your direction. She beamed widely at your appearance. "Y/n!" she yelled.

You gave her a gentle smile, waiting for her to catch up with you. Once she did, you both continued walking together. "You look nice for your first day."

"Thanks, you look nice too!"

You started to think that she was also going to the store. So you both walked in silence for a little bit until you arrived there. The bell dinged on the door as she opened it. The older cashier man looked at you strangely. She noticed this. "Don't mind him," she said. "He does this to everyone."

You shook your head understandingly. "Okay."

She went over to the fridge section and grabbed banana milk, as did you, then a pack of peanuts and you went up to pay for your stuff while she was still looking. Once she was done, you two stepped back out into the hot heat. Only a few moments later, a group of three good looking guys showed up, talking amongst themselves as they headed to school as well in their uniforms. This made you believe you were getting closer to the bus stop.

On the side of you, you heard Jinsoul let out a slight laugh, making you turn to her. She was looking at the boys. Next thing you knew, they were looking back at her and walking over towards you guys. "A-are they coming over here?" you stuttered.

"Looks like it," she replied cooley, a small smirk glued to her face.

You quickly gave your hair a little fix as you both suddenly stopped walking, waiting for the boys to join.

"Yah, Jinsoul!", one of them said. He continued to speak in Korean as you zoned out, worried about if they would try to speak to you too. Sooner or later, you heard your name being said by Jinsoul and the boys all kind of glanced your way, throwing you off track.

They eventually turned their attention back to Jinsoul, continuing their conversation. All except the one boy, whom was the most adorable of them all. He blankly stared at you, his eyes even squinting a bit.

You shifted one foot to the other as you looked down at the pavement, slightly uncomfortable with this. You then heard him laugh and when you looked back up, he was smiling at you. You nervously smiled back before he finally went back to paying attention to Jinsoul. They spoke in some more Korean.

After a good minute or two passed, you heard them saying goodbye, the cutest one being the only one to wave at you. Once they were out of ear shot, you turned to Jinsoul. "Uh, Jinsoul?"

"Hm?" she wondered, nonchalantly.

"Who were they?"

She laughed loudly before covering her mouth quickly. "Really?" she asked. "You really don't know who they are?"

Of course you didn't know who they were, why was she expecting you to? You tilted your head slightly. "I mean, I'm not from here," you explained.

"True." She began to walk again, you following. "They're all idols."

"Idols?" you wondered. "As in?"

"As in 'famous', y/n."

You slightly hesitated, letting this new profound information soak into your brain. "Famous as in?"

"They sing. Dance. Rap. They're idols. K-pop idols."

You knew of K-pop, you looked it up upon arriving to Seoul but were no expert at it and of course the only people you ever even slightly heard of were Psy, Exo and Got7. Other than that, you were completely ignorant to the Korean pop industry. "Are they all in the same group?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Two of them are. The other one, aka, my friend, is still a trainee, which means he hasn't debuted yet but he's training to."

"Interesting." You walked a few more seconds in silence until you absolutely had to ask their names. Specifically for the one guy.

She deviously smiled, already knowing what was up your sleeve. "I see what you're doing," she stated. "But if you insist. My friend's name is Bae Joon Young. We call him Jacob. The other one is Kim Taehyung and the one that you seem interested in is Park Jimin."

"Jimin," you repeated. "But wait. If they're all famous, why were they in uniform to go to school?"

"Because they have to," she told you. "They all made an agreement that if they ever dropped out of school, they are eligible to be dropped from their company. Plus Taehyung and Jimin just debuted so they have to listen to their company right now. It's a pretty logical idea if I do say so myself."

You guys finally arrived at the bus stop and she explained to you what you would do after being released at the first stop. You both went to different schools. While you went to a Foreign school, she attended a performing arts school with a ton of other inspiring and/or famous people.

Of course you saw the boys again at the bus stop but they did not bother you guys this time, instead, they met up with their other friends that were also at the bus stop. The bus eventually pulled up around 7:30am and everyone got on board. Since both schools were basically right across from each other, all students got off at the same spot too. The only difference is that you and about two other students had to walk an extra block before actually getting to the International school. Once you finally arrived there, you took a deep breath and headed inside.

A/N: Bruh, I’m sorry this chapter was so BORING but it was the 1st. It should get a lil more interesting moving forward since we got most introductions out of the way. More Jimin to come next chapter!

ALSO: I’ll be putting a gif of a main character each chapter at the end! For this chapter, we have Jinsoul, the friendly neighbor and school bus buddy!

STAY TUNED

PART 2

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fluffychubbyrose · 4 years

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Tony Stark x Chubby Self Conscious reader.

One Shot.

Requested.

Warnings- Slight Language, Slight NSFW so slight if you blink you'll miss it, Tony Stark might be more OC than some may like, insecurities, and light bullying.

(Also I don't own any of these pictures I just made the collages.)

Tony decided today instead of staying in the tower and relaxing, maybe having a movie marathon or something that we should go shopping to get me some more clothes since I keep telling him that I only have a few outfits to wear that are comfortable when he asks why I'm wearing the same outfits again and again.

The outfits are mostly my old sweats and sweatshirts along with a couple of baggy dress shirts and dress pants that I feel comfortable lounging around the tower or going out in, because they cover me completely and hide my plushness from the prying and judging eyes of other people.

I've been wearing the same outfits on rotation for the past month or two instead of wearing the new dresses or skirts I said I loved and fit good when he bought them for me, even when they were a bit snugger and showed more skin than I'd like them to. But at the time they seemed like a great idea to get because while they were a bit snug, they were beautiful, soft, and lovely material that highlighted my figure and bust. But lately I haven't been as confident as I was when I first got those outfits and wore them around and out and about.

But now looking at myself in these dresses, skirts, and tight shirts they just show to much of me and dont look right on my body anymore, they show too many of my rolls and plushness. "You need more than a measly few outfits to wear love and you know it. If those clothes we bought didn't fit comfortably you should have just said something and we could have gotten a different style or size for you that would have been more comfortable."

He says with a sigh not budging about going shopping and seemingly pouting that I didn't tell him about the clothes not fitting comfortably until now especially since some of the ones I'm refusing to wear are his personal favorites. "I don't think they have any bigger sizes." I muttered. "Hmm what was that?" "Nothing give me a minute to get ready and we can go." I said heading to our shared bedroom to put some light makeup on, tame my hair, and change out of my sweats.

Once I'm finished I walk out and over hear Tony talking to someone so I stay behind the corner to eavesdrop. "Yeah Y/n and I are planning on going on a quick shopping spree but I'll see if she wants to go to afterwards and meet up with everyone and maybe I can talk her into getting a new bikini while we're out to wear to the beach."

"Okay we'll see you there but don't try to trick her into wearing anything she isn't comfortable with Tony." I think that was Steve he was talking to and said "we'll" see you there so is the whole team going to be there? If it's just us that could be fun but last time the "private" beach we went to was anything but. Luckily I had my one piece on and could cover up with my towel. Tony takes any opportunity and turns it into a party. "Me!?! Trick her! Never!" He said sounding appalled making me giggle and reveal my hiding spot.

Knowing very well that he's always up to something and trying to get me to do all kinds of crazy things from experiments in the lab, to getting me drunk from the expensive alcohols that he loves but I can't really stand the taste of. Knowing I was busted I walked around the corner and kissed Tony on the cheek from behind. "Oh there you are Y/n! Are you ready to go sweetheart?" He asks smirking at me with playful look for catching my eavesdropping. "Yeah I'm ready."

(Small timeskip to the shopping center.)

"Oooh I like this one!" Tony says swinging around showing me a nearly see threw black button up shirt with a plunging neckline. "Tony that's basically see threw I can't wear that!" I said embarrassed cheeks heating up at the thought of anybody seeing me in something like that. "Yes you can, if you only wear it for me!" He says with a cheeky grin. I sigh and continue look it through the rack of clothes in front of me.

Most if not all of these clothes are way to small for me. I sigh and continue down the isle looking for cute but comfy clothes that won't hug my body. Which is proving to be more and more difficult with nothing being in my size, and with Tony only picking out provocative clothing. I'm feeling more discouraged and upset by the minute deciding to give up on finding anything today I turn to tell Tony let's just go to the bathing suit store to pick out a new bathing suit for the "not a party at the beach" he managed to convince me into going to.

Until I see Tony with an armful of clothes that upon further investigation are a bunch of outfits I wanted to get but were way to small for me to wear there must be 20 something outfits in his arms while he's talking to the sales associate. "Hi, yes I need all of these 3-4 sizes bigger." He says dumping the clothes into her arms. Looking closer it looks like he got the biggest ones of each outfit which would only need to be 2-3 sizes bigger to fit me well. "I'm sorry sir but these are as big as we carry and besides these would just be a waste on someone like her if that's who their meant for. I mean no offense but they wouldn't even fit like they were made to on someone of her size." She spat sounding irritated and disgusted not apologetic by any means.

"The way they fit, or look, are up to her to decide. Not you or anyone else and say something like that again and I'll have your job by the end of the hour. So again I would like all of these 3-4 sizes bigger so they are comfortable for my girl over there." He motions to me with his head looking as pissed off as he sounds, and the way he said 'my girl' was very possessive. My eyes widen and my face heats up from embarrassment from what she said and the confrontation in general but I'm touched and happy with how he's defending me.

"And if you don't have any bigger sizes then custom tailor it to fit. If you need her measurements I'll send them to you. Here's my card and I expect to be contacted by the end of the day with all of these resized and ready for pickup." The women looks deathly pale after taking and reading the card realising she just offended Tony Stark. Knowing that his threat to her job moments ago was in fact real and emanate if she didn't comply. Seeing her so petrified makes a part of me smug knowing next time she'll think before she speaks at least.

"Yes! Right away, I'm so sorry sir they will be ready by the end of the day! You can pay for them then. I'll be right back." She squeaks out and runs off with the clothes with her head down and tail tucked between her legs hopefully feeling as embarassed and upset as am from her comments. I wrap my arms around my self with head down now that she's gone I feel tears pricking the edges of my eyes hearing her say that just proved what I've been thinking about myself is true that I'm so big that it's repulsive to be this size, hell I can't even fit into a single thing in this entire store without it being tailored to fit, that should say something.

"Hey don't listen to her sweetheart she's just jealous I'm with you and not her. Everything she said was just a spiteful lie trying to get under your skin." He says lifting my head up and wiping under my eyes where a few silent tears slipped past without me knowing. He kisses me softly and hugs me tucking me under his chin while his hands rub up and down my back. I snuggle closer with my eyes closed holding him tight. "C'mon Y/n let's go pick out that swim suit!" He says sounding excited and let's go of me grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the store and down to the next trying to get my mind off of the rude sales associate.

(Another small time skip where we just arrived at the beach.)

"Hey you guys made it!" Steve runs up in just his swim trunks, hair wet, and sand sticking to him like someone pushed him down onto the sandy shore of the beach just moments before. "Yeah we're just gonna go set up our stuff then we'll join you guys in the water." Tony replies with his arm wrapped around me. Steve smiles and nods then runs off down the beach. I'm not sure about getting into the water looking around there's a lot of strangers here all swarming the infamous Avengers wanting to get pictures with them or of them.

The beach isn't packed but it defiantly isn't as dead as it should be if just the team was here, and I don't want a rerun of what happened earlier especially now that Tony talked me into a bikini after all. Though I picked it out and hid it from his view until I changed into it. When I put it on and it actually fit really well supporting me and being snug but not tight when I wasn't expecting it to fit at all with just how small it looked, I couldn't just put it back and pick out a different one. (It's the bikini in the pic above.)

But thinking about it now I should have picked a much less revealing bikini, but I knew Tony would appreciate the colors if you know what I mean. So I put it on in the changing room and put my clothes back on over it, only taking the price tags up to the cashier so I could pay for it and said I wouldn't let him see it until we got here because I was worried I would loose my nerve and pick out another one piece bathing suit after all. Plus I knew that if I let him see me in it that we would never make it to the beach and would more than likely be banned from the store. So he's been rushing to get here and to get me out of my dress shirt and knee high shorts since I checked out at the store. "Hurry Y/n I can't wait to get into the water!" Tony yells twenty or so feet away and winks at me suggestively, dropping our things onto the sand not bothering to actually set anything up.

"Don't lie Stark you only want to see her in her new bikini! You don't really care about getting in the water!" Natasha yells back at him from a ways down the beach playing volleyball with Wanda and few other people I don't recognize against the boys. Both of them wearing their own bikinis. 'That's probably how Steve got covered in sand.' "How did you know about that?" He yelled back pouting harder than he would willingly admit, because she's seen me in my new bikini but he hasn't been aloud to. Natasha stopped playing and said something to a couple of the people I didn't recognize that were on her team and walked up with Wanda right behind her.

"Oh don't get your panties in a twist Stark she sent me and Wanda a few photos wanting some feed back before deciding which swim suit to get." She grumped at him. "But trust me you'll like what she picked out." Wanda said with a knowing smirk. My face heats up when his gaze locks with mine. "Oh I never doubted that I wouldn't like it. Now come on let's get into the water that's the whole point of going to the beach." He said pulling on my hand. "Fine but I have to take these clothes off and I'm not comfortable just stripping on the beach and you have get changed to."

I say holding my towel close to me nervous about showing so much of myself in front of everyone, especially in front of strangers. Tony not needing me to tell him twice took off to the changing rooms with his swim trunks yelling for me join him. "No way or I won't get to swim today! I'll change and be out in a few." I say while walking towards an empty room. I strip out of my clothes and look at myself in the full length mirror they had in the changing room. Feeling insecure and like this was a very bad idea all of a sudden.

Seeing all of my rolls and stretch marks in plain sight is making me feel ugly and disgusted with my self. I'm about to say hell with it all and put my clothes back on and say I'm feeling sick and that I want to go home even though Tony will know its a lie and will be worried about me, I can't handle this, I'm not ready, this is to much. That's when Tony's voice comes through the door. "Almost done in their my beautiful girl? You aren't going to keep me waiting all day are you? I could just come in there and get you if you'd prefer?" He purrs out but sounds worried.

I hurriedly wrap my towel around myself and unlock the door but I don't make a move to come out. "I'm not sure I can do this Tony. This is a bad idea I wanna go home." I'm hugging myself again degrading and upsetting thoughts are rushing through my head making me so overwhelmed that I don't notice Tony's in the changing room with me until he wraps his arms around me from behind making me jump. "Where's all of this coming from? Is it because of what that lady said earlier because she's wrong, so so wrong baby girl your beautiful in everyway!" I cringe trying not to cry knowing what he's saying is true but I can't help but let what she said and what I've been thinking lately get to me anyways.

I whimper and turn around in his arms letting him hold me again. "I'm sorry I don't know what's going on I've been more and more insecure lately for no real reason. That's why I don't wear those clothes you bought me anymore, they fit but they show to much of everything I hate and I wanted to cover up by wearing my old baggy clothes." I pull back looking up at him. Tony's silent for a moment looking at me with a thoughtful expression. "Well we'll just have to fix that now won't we?" He smiles softly grabbing my hand and leaning towards the door.

"Tony no I really don't want to go out there not like this at least." I say pulling back and looking down. "Like what? Your all covered up by your towel. I cant even see that little swim suit you bought earlier that I've been dying to see since we left the store. I love every single part of your body but if you don't want to go out there we don't have to. We can go home or stay right here in this changing room. Hell I bet if I text Capsicle he'll bring us something eat and drink then we can stay in here all day." I giggled at that imagining a confused and flustered Steve coming to the changing room bringing food and water.

"There's my girl." Tony coo's running his hands up my sides trying to tickle me. "Hey hey, No, Tony, Dont you dare!" I squeaked out jumping back hitting the wall of the changing room realizing I'm trapped my eyes widen and I'm about to yell at him again when he launches at me tickling me and I don't feel my towel falling while trying to squirm away laughing until I feel Tony's bare hands on my hips and he stops tickling me. I look up worried about the sudden stop in his "attack" and his silence until I see the desire in his eyes.

"As much as I absolutely love this." He leans close to my ear his grip tightening on my hips. "I'd love even more to see it off and on the floor." He kissed my neck once he finished. Making me gasp as heat floods my cheeks. He mumbles into my neck. "How about I show you just how beautiful you really are." Pressing his body up against mine nipping the sweet spot on my neck.

Let's just say I never got to go swimming in my new swim suit and Steve got more than just an eyeful when he came to check on us because we forgot to lock the door.

@lilacprincessofrecovery

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snowyseba · 4 years

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Missed Chances - Part V

Summary: James Buchanan Barnes and Y/N are a match made in heaven, practically soul mates, but the problem is that they’ve never met. Theirs is a world of almosts. In the city of New York, anonymity is the norm. Each day you face a flux of new faces, most of them gone as quickly as they appeared. People flow in and out of the ever-changing city day in and day out. You could bump into someone on the street one day and never see them again. Unfortunately, that was the case for Y/N and Bucky. They’re meant to be…if only they ever get the chance to meet and turn their “almost” into reality.

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2k

The next morning, you somehow managed to drag yourself out of bed, despite the copious wine you had consumed with Peggy and Nat the night before. Sometime around 1:00 or 2:00, you and Nat had finally decided to call it a night and get an Uber back to your respective apartments. There had been a time when you were fine crashing on other people’s couches, but these days you’d rather be in the comfort of your own bed. If you attempted a night on the couch now, you’d more than likely end up feeling it the next day.

Trudging over to your kitchen, still yawning, you opened your cabinets in search of some food to quell your stomach which wasn’t feeling too great after a night of drinking, and most importantly, some coffee. You groaned at the contents, or rather the lack thereof. There was no coffee to be seen. Last time you went grocery shopping, you hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that you were forgetting something important, but couldn’t figure out what it was. Now you knew. Coffee. You had forgotten to get coffee.

Shutting the cabinet again, you sighed in frustration. At least it was the weekend, and you didn’t really need coffee, but you wanted it. It was part of your morning routine at this point, and it just wouldn’t feel right to start the day without it, especially after staying up later than you were used to.

There was a Starbucks just around the corner that you certainly could have gone to, but if you were going to be going out and you weren’t in any sort of rush, you figured you might as well head to your favorite café to treat yourself to some coffee and one of their homemade pastries. It would be a bit farther of a walk, but maybe the fresh air would do you some good as well.

Wanting to look at least somewhat presentable, you changed into a pair of leggings and a light sweater. It was finally warm enough that you didn’t need a jacket, but it was still a bit chilly in the mornings, which you didn’t mind. Soon it would be summer and the city would be hot and humid, and you weren’t in any hurry to be dealing with that. Before heading out the door, you grabbed your purse and your keys, which you tossed haphazardly into your purse after locking up.

As you had expected, the little café was absolutely packed. It was the weekend after all, and this place had the absolute best coffee in your neighborhood, plus they made their pastries fresh each morning, which always drew a crowd. On your walk, you had considered finding a space at the cafe and enjoying your breakfast there, but that clearly wasn’t going to be happening this morning. As it was, the line was almost out the door, and every last seat in the tiny café was occupied, and other customers were hovering, waiting to claim the first empty table they could find.

It looked like you would be getting your coffee and croissant to go, but that was fine, you rationalized. It would give you a chance to go home and try to unravel all the emotions from last night’s discovery. You still couldn’t quite believe that Bucky and your mystery cop were the same person, but at the same time, it sort of made sense, especially considering how convinced Peggy had been that you would like Bucky. It was funny, you thought, that neither of you had known just how right she was.

Part of you had hoped that this revelation would bring you some sort of peace; after all, you wouldn’t have to choose between Bucky or the mystery man, but at the same time, it placed all the more pressure on your first meeting. Despite knowing how silly it was, you had romanticized the idea of your mystery man, sometimes daydreaming about running into him again, or the scenarios in which you two would finally get a chance to talk. By not knowing his identity, you were safe in your fantasies.

Now that you knew exactly who he was, though, part of you was a bit afraid that he wouldn’t live up to the idea of him that you had created in your mind. Perhaps it was childish and naïve, but maybe the allure of this unidentified man was the fact that you were so unlikely to actually have any sort of relationship with him. The anonymity allowed you to keep up with your infatuation, but without any of the risks of heartache, pain, or attachment that came with a real relationship. If you never knew him, never knew his name, the pain of losing him wouldn’t be unbearable, whereas if things with Bucky went well, you would get attached, and to lose someone that you’re attached to is truly a horrible thing.

The line moved forward slowly, but you didn’t particularly mind. It’s not like you were in a rush, as you would have been if you were on your way to work. Instead, you let your mind wander, only paying enough attention to your surroundings to step forward when the line advanced.

As you were getting close to the counter, a sudden vibration from within your purse caught your attention, and you quickly reached for your phone to check the notification. The name that popped up on the screen made your heart skip a beat.

“Miss?” the barista’s voice broke through the warm, excited haze that clouded your mind. Flushing with embarrassment, you realized that you were next and had been holding up the line, totally lost in your thoughts.

“Sorry,” you quickly murmured an apology, feeling a bit flustered. “I’ll just have a large latte and a chocolate croissant.”

“Coming right up!” The woman with brightly colored hair responded, “That’ll be $7.20, please.”

You rummaged in your purse, struggling slightly to locate your wallet. Maybe you should also add cleaning out your purse to your to-do list for the day, you thought. Finally grabbing your wallet, you handed the cashier your card. Just as you were about to put it away, your wallet slipped from your fingers, clattering to the dark wooden floor. Swearing under your breath, you reached down to grab it, only to have your fingers graze someone else’s.

“Oops, sorry!” You said automatically before locking eyes with the man in line behind you. The bright blue eyes that met yours were enough to make your heart skip a beat. It was Bucky. You could hardly believe your eyes. This was too much of a coincidence. You felt rude staring, but his gaze was fixed on you as well. You could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“Go figure,” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “it seems like I just can’t stop running into you. I figure it might finally be time for me to introduce myself. I’m Bucky.” He flashed you a grin, his eyes lighting up as he held out his hand for you to shake.

Before you could even process what you were saying, you blurted out, “I know,” regretting the words as soon as they left your lips.

His brow furrowed in confusion, and you certainly didn’t miss the apprehensive look that crossed his face as the two of you stepped aside so as not to hold up the line. He was confused, and perhaps a bit creeped out. Way to go, Y/N, you thought, already making a killer first impression.

“I’m Y/N,” you explained, offering a shy smile.

“Y/N?” He queried before his eyes widened in recognition, taking in your features all over again. “Y/N? As in the Y/N that Steve set me up with and I stood up like an asshole?”

“Uh, yeah,” you mumbled, feeling the heat quickly rising to your cheeks. “That would be me.”

It seemed like he was having just as hard a time processing the situation as you were. He was silent for a few moments, before chuckling. “Well damn. Who would have thought the girl who’s been running through my mind and driving me crazy all these months would be the same one that Stevie was trying to set me up with. I’m starting to think that punk knows me a bit too well.”

“You’ve been thinking of me?” You asked, suddenly feeling quite giddy.

His cheeks instantly turned a bright shade of pink, and he averted his gaze, stumbling over his words. “I…I mean maybe a little. Was that weird for me to say? Sorry, doll, it’s been a while since I’ve done this. You think you can cut me a bit of slack?”

You shook your head, unable to stop yourself from grinning. “Not weird at all. If it makes you feel less awkward, I may have been thinking of you too.”

“You have?” He blurted out, eyes sparkling with happiness.

“Mhm. Ever since the day I bumped into you at that wine shop. I’ve gotta say, though, I’m still not fully over you grabbing the last bottle of my favorite wine, Bucky,” you teased.

“I’m sorry, doll. For what it’s worth, I did try to find you to give you the bottle. You looked pretty sad that I got to it before you, but you were gone before I could offer it. Either way, it sounds like I’ve got to make it up to you somehow,” he replied, the corner of his lips twitching up into a smirk as he regarded you. That was enough to make your heart flutter again. How could one man drive your senses crazy like this?

Trying to act coy, you shrugged, biting your lip, “Well, I know we were planning on getting dinner together on Friday, but coffee and pastries really do taste better when you enjoy them with someone else. I’ve got the coffee and the croissant, but it seems that I currently happen to be lacking someone to join me.”

“Oh? Is that so?” Bucky grinned. “I guess I can’t argue with that logic. I’d be happy to, doll, but I’ve got one condition: we have to keep our plans for Friday too.”

“I think there’s a very good chance of that, if you play your cards right, Bucky.”

“Then it’s a date?” He asked hopefully.

Taking his hand, you nodded, a blissful smile playing upon your lips. “It’s a date.”

Regardless of whether it was fate, chance, or pure luck that brought the two of you together, you were pretty sure that at this moment, you were the luckiest girl in the world. When you first ran into Bucky, you never would have imagined that you’d end up sitting across from him, enjoying your breakfast together, making plans for future dates, but at that moment, there was absolutely nowhere else in the entire world that you’d rather be.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #Bucky Barnes #james buchanan barnes #marvel imagine #bucky imagine

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number1alienlover · 4 years

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Isa’s New Friend [Christmas Gift Exchange for Jelly]

A fic I wrote for this year’s Icejin gift exchange for @the-blueberry-jellyfish

“Oh, how I hate the holidays.” Lady Hiemal growled in annoyance to no one in particular as she shifted from foot to foot, tail lashing to and fro as she gazed upon her reflection shining from the shop’s window. A sharp scowl and narrowed red eyes stared back at her.

Only a few more minutes were left before the boutique would open, but to Hiemal, it felt like an eternity. She absolutely detested being around other people, being exposed to noise, and leaving the safe confines of her home. Suffering from intense paranoia and suspicion of other Arcosians was what kept the poor woman locked up in the confines of her bedroom for weeks upon weeks.

The second the double doors were unlocked, a wave of female Arcosians immediately rushed to the entrance, shrieking and frantically pushing one another. This shop sold some of the finest gowns and jewelry located on the planet, so it was no surprise that a majority of the ladies were determined not to leave empty handed and were even willing to resort to physical violence, if necessary. So many of them had been camping outside the boutique since early morning, all to get a headstart before the racks were completely empty.

“Uncivilized swine. Absolutely disgusting. Probably come from a pack of lower class vermin, I’d imagine. Hehe.” Though she found their behavior reprehensible, Hiemal managed a slight chuckle and the smallest hint of a smile threatened to register on her face.

Hiemal was careful to squeeze around the crowd that was already quickly forming and blocking the main entrance, somehow managing to get inside the boutique unscaved. Immediately, she grabbed a shopping basket and began to look over at the section in the middle of the building.

“Oh my!” Hiemal squealed in delight as she snatched multiple dresses, blouses, and gowns off the racks in rapid succession, stuffing them inside her basket quickly. She turned around rather fast and ended up colliding with another lady, unintentionally sending her to the ground.

“I’m sorry! Are you alright?” Immediately, Hiemal reached out to help her up. “I’m in a bit of a hurry, I suppose. Eager to finish my shopping and get back home.”

Isa graciously accepted Hiemal’s offer of help, taking her hand and standing to her feet. “Oh, it’s quite alright. No need for apologies. I’m Isa.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Isa. I’m Hiemal. Normally, I don’t much like to go shopping. But seems that it’s necessary when the holidays roll around.” While she talked to Isa, Hiemal continued to grab clothes from nearby racks, this time picking up a few items that were marked down by 20%.

“Oh, that’s a shame. I love shopping. Always so many new things to buy and try on! The holidays are a grand time to pick up on some amazing deals too!” Isa’s cart held fewer gowns than Hiemal’s did, but the top portion was crammed with perfume bottles, necklaces, and designer scarves.

Normally, Hiemal would be annoyed and put-off by Isa’s bubbly and energetic personality, but she surprisingly found it a bit endearing. “Well, you’re right about that. The discounts are definitely something worth bragging about. Almost tempting me to do this again next year. Almost.”

“You know something else? Holidays are divine for spending time with family. Are you doing anything special for today? Perhaps cooking a family dinner or something of the sort?” Isa’s eyes fell upon a sparkling set of earrings and she placed them inside her cart. Deciding she had more than enough, she wheeled her cart to one of the front registers to be ringed up.

“Actually, yes. I cooked everything last night so it would be ready to eat this morning. I know you and I barely know one another, but I am sort of spending today alone. It would mean a lot to me if you spent dinner with me, even if only for a few hours.” Hiemal had turned down any invitations to family events because she wanted to be by herself, but she was starting to regret it now. She hoped Isa would accept, spending the holidays alone was beginning to take its toll on Hiemal.

“I’d be honored! Absolutely thrilled!” Isa practically shrieked with excitement as she paid for her items, thanking the cashier with a gracious smile. “You didn’t even have to ask. No one should be spending today alone, regardless of the circumstances.”

Hiemal paid for her items and proceeded to leave the boutique side by side with Isa, the two continuing to talk about various topics as they walked to Hiemal’s home which wasn’t very far away from the shops.

By the time they’d finally arrived at their destination, it was evident that a friendship was beginning to develop between the two ladies. Hiemal didn’t think it was possible to befriend someone so fast after meeting them, so she was a little shocked. Isa, on the other hand, lived for making friends and prided herself on being easy to get along with so this didn’t come as a surprise to her in the slightest.

The second they entered Hiemal’s home, Isa immediately complimented the other woman on her expensive taste in decor and marveled in awe at the gorgeous paintings hanging from the walls. Though Hiemal never once mentioned her riches, Isa could tell she must have been from a wealthy, noble family and probably was the type to be humble about it.

As Hiemal walked upstairs to place her new clothes inside her bedroom closet, Isa continued to observe the ornate furniture and she was especially drawn to a rather gorgeous piano that sat in the corner of the den. Sheets of music and paper scrawled in messy handwriting sat in a pile. Not wanting to pry, Isa chose to ignore it and came to the conclusion that Hiemal must enjoy music and fine arts. Not uncommon for Arcosians with royal or noble blood coursing through their veins.

“You have a beautiful home, Hiemal. Very spacious, I might add.” When Hiemal reappeared at the bottom of the stairs, Isa quickly turned to give the woman her undivided attention, not wanting to ignore her. “At the risk of sounding downright nosy, I noticed a lot of pictures on the walls. Some of other Arcosians. Are they related to you or close friends of some sort?”

“Family members.” Hiemal sat down on the loveseat and took a sip from her coffee mug. “I requested that they ignore my presence for today because I would only bring them down. It’s easier on others if I’m miserable by myself. I invited you here because you seem immune to negative energy and to be quite frank, you are very pleasant to be around.”

Isa’s face fell when she heard that Hiemal genuinely believed she was a burden to her family. She didn’t know what illness the other woman was suffering from, but either way, it broke her heart. She went to sit next to her, placing a comforting hand on Hiemal’s shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.

“Your loved ones adore you, rest assured. If something happened to you, they would be heartbroken. I know your brain must be mean to you at times, but you have to know that in the eyes of your family, you matter so much to them.”

Hiemal sniffled and reached up to wipe away the fresh tears quickly spilling from her eyes. “It’s difficult to believe that. I feel like they’re so much better off. It’s like I do nothing but drag everyone down and they deserve better than that.”

Isa lightly shushed Hiemal and massaged her shoulders gingerly, allowing her to cry and pour out her emotions as she saw fit. She whispered words of encouragement to Hiemal and did her best to cheer her up. It wasn’t easy, but at some point, Hiemal did start to perk up slightly

The two spent the rest of the evening watching festive movies, playing board games, sharing cups of coffee, speaking of their family, and eating side by side inside Hiemal’s enormous dining room.

The meals that she prepared were nothing short of splendid, in Isa’s fine opinion. She complimented Hiemal on her cooking and baking skills multiple times in between bites of food, making the other female blush heavily. She wasn’t used to being complimented on anything, so Isa’s words were greatly appreciated.

Though Isa certainly didn’t expect to be invited over to a stranger’s home for the holidays, she was grateful that she and Hiemal happened to cross paths. She made a new friend in the process and seemed to make Hiemal’s mood fifty times better than it would have been.

Towards the end of the night, Hiemal retired to her bedroom, but not before embracing Isa in a tight hug and inviting her to stay the next morning for breakfast. Isa wasn’t in a hurry to leave either way, but the realization that Hiemal had already formed this close bond with her was truly heartwarming.

#icejin gift exchange #my post #mine #my writing

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fugmanssexystories · 4 years

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Late-Night Shopping

Grocery shopping was a task I never looked forward to, it’s almost always a hassle. I prefer to go late at night to the 24 hour store, less people, less of a nightmare. After last night, I will never put off getting groceries again.

When I pulled into the parking lot last night, there was few cars, in fact, I only saw the one parked in front of me. I went in to get my torture over with, aisle after aisle of the same stuff, nothing jumping ot at me, except the sexy brunette with the great pair of legs who was also wandering aimlessly through the store looking for something different to eat for the week.

I picked up a few items and decided, I will come back if I need anything else, I ventured to the cashier upfront. The brunette was packing her cart up to go out to her car, and I was right there behind her, checking out the skimpy black dress showing just enough leg to drive a guy crazy. She must have a guy at home waiting for her to get home so he can do magical things with her body. The kid helped her put everything in her cart and watched as she walked out of the store.

He rang me out, I paid and went out to my car, put my groceries away and got into the driver seat, I looked up and was amazed at what I saw, the brunette in front of me putting her groceries in the trunk, but her dress was gathered at the hips and her entire bare backside was staring back at me. Wow, what a sight, I wonder if she knows that she is flashing me. I got my answer a second later,.

Her face popped in to view, I quickly turned away, not wanting to explain once I was caught staring at her. She grinned at me and motioned for me to come over.

Obviously, she needed my help, and I am a gentleman. Whatever she needs, I’m there to help her. I approached her and she spun around quickly, her black dress spinning around gracefully.

She didn’t say anything, just smiled and greeted me with a sultry embrace. She smelled incredible, her soft hands giving my back a gentle pull and then releasing me. “Need help?” I said, hoping to God that she did.

She smiled, “Actually, I do!”

I went to the cart and started to grab some bags, she told me to put them down, “I don’t need help with that!”

She gripped my shirt and pulled me in to give me a kiss. Holy cow, she is incredible, this kiss awakened every part of me. She was beautiful and apparently eager to get into some things. She broke from the embrace, pointed to the brand new box of condoms siting in the bag in her cart. I understood, but could not believe my good fortune.

The seats were already down as if she was expecting a whole bunch of groceries to carry home, but there was very little in there.

She reached for me again, this time she pulled me into the vehicle with her and she pulled the door closed behind us. We were in a deserted parking lot in front of the store after midnight, who knows where this was headed.

She leaned in gently and grabbed my head for another passionate lip lock as she explored my mouth with her tongue. Her hands grabbed a hold of my hair and would not let go until she has felt every part of my mouth. She clenched tight to my head and motioned me down below. I raised her dress so that I could do some exploring of my own. Her tight grip on my hair got more intense as soon as my tongue reached her labia, as I gently kissed as passionately as she had kissed me a few moments ago.

Her smell was intoxicating, almost as if she had sprayed a little perfume down below in case she got lucky? I went to town, licking her up and down, and parting her lips with my fingers, I nibbled on her clit that was now peeking out at me. I could feel her pull me closer as I heard a door close next to us. I could hear a couple of guys outside the drivers side door, and I wondered if they would notice.

“Holy Shit!” I heard him say, I knew he noticed. Her hands would not release my head, as I heard the guy tell the other one what was going on. “Check this out, she is getting some action right here!”

Soon two guys were outside the driver-side door watching as I was tongue deep inside of this beauty. She released my head finally and I noticed she pulled her dress down to show the guys her bare chest. The guys cheered their approval as she pulled me up to her mouth again for another kiss. This time, she got to taste her own excitement, her own juices. She reached for my crotch and undid the belt and zipper and pulled me free of any constraints. She switched positions with me and pushed me down on my back. She poised herself on top as she gripped my hardness and put a condom on me. As soon as he was covered, she slid herself down on top of me.

The guys cheered, wandering around this little car trying to get a different look. She reached over and lowered the window, and the guy guided his hardness into her view and she reached for him.

When the one guy saw what was happening he took out his phone and grabbed a few pictures of the scene that was unfolding. He snapped a few pictures as she pulled him close and slid his tool inside of her mouth.

She was slowly moving up and down on top of me and I could her lips sucking on him. She was moaning around him, as the speed and ferocity quickly intensified. The poor guy lost control and quickly emptied himself down her throat.

He was quickly replaced by the other guy as she continued grinding down on top of me. She moaned louder and louder as she exploded around me. She planted herself down so that my erection was as far inside as humanly possible, as the second guy emptied inside of her mouth. I blasted inside of the rubber reservoir a few seconds later as she smiled for another picture, this time covered in the guy’s semen.

She slowly lifted herself off of my softening member. She moved herself so that her bare breasts hung out the window so the guys could get more pictures as she wiped her face and then licked her fingers clean. The guys headed toward the store and she poked her head back in and smiled at me. “I wonder if they remember why they were going to the store!”

I giggled at the thought of that as I went to close up my pants. “Wait, I am not done with you yet!”

She grabbed at my member as she turned around and took my soft tip down her throat. I became hard quickly as she continued her attack on me. She licked and sucked like her life depended on it. I watched her breasts bounce up and down as she relentlessly went to town. She continued up and down and would change the pace back and forth as she pushed my pants and underwear down. She reached for my testicles and slowly massaged them softly as she continued swallowing my meat.

She gripped my testicles tightly as I erupted for the second time tonight. She swallowed every last drop as she milked me with her hands until I was completely emptied inside of her mouth.

The guys returned to the side of the car and told her to have a great night, she released my softening tool and told them “I will now, thanks guys!”

I relaxed for a minute to completely grasp what had just happened, buckled my pants back up as she released the door and we got out. Her dress went back into place as she stood up, covering up this incredible woman once again.

I helped her load her groceries into the car, hugged her and went back to my car. She flashed a mischievous grin, lifted her dress and said, “See you at home!”

She got into her car and drove away, as I finally got in my car to drive home.

As I saw the little silver car in the driveway, I couldn’t wait to get inside to reminisce about the night my wife’s mouth was filled by two strangers as I plunged inside of her. As soon as I walked through the door, she ran to me and hugged me, “Oh my God babe, that was incredible!” She continued, “I was so turned on, especially when those two guys came in my mouth!” She was still turned on by the encounter, as she re-lived every sultry moment in her mind.

“Baby, can we do that again? That was such a great experience”

I told her that I still needed to get groceries, “Maybe tomorrow! I wonder if the security cameras caught all of it!”

She smiled a wicked smile, “ooh, I hope so!”

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xpegasusuniverse · 5 years

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Dekusquad Goes to Jollibee

This was inspired by @maidsonas ’s Half-Filipino!Deku headcanons.

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It was Friday, and as the school day at UA High wound to a close, Class 1-A was busy packing up their things and getting ready to head home.

“Don’t forget, you all have a paper on Hero Law due Monday morning,” Aizawa said as gathered up his sleeping bag. “If you haven’t already, make sure you get started on it tonight. I don’t want you up all night on Sunday trying to finish it.” Before the students could say a word, Aizawa walked out the door.

After their teacher left, Izuku pulled out his phone and brought up a specific webpage, a huge smile on his face.

“Midoriya, are you ready to go?” a voice asked.

Izuku looked up to see Iida and Uraraka standing over his desk.

“Yeah, we don’t want to miss the train, Deku,” Uraraka said anxiously.

“Oh, actually, I wasn’t going to head straight home today,” Izuku said as he put away his phone. “You guys can head to the train stations without me.” His friends looked at Izuku quizzically but said nothing.

“If you say so, Uraraka and I will head out,” Iida said and then turned around.

Uraraka gave a wave and started walking towards the door with Iida.

“Wait,” Izuku said, stopping his friends in their tracks. They turned around and saw Izuku with a slight blush on his face. “Actually, would you guys like to go with me?”

“Uh, go where?” Uraraka asked.

Izuku rubbed the back of his head. “It’s this new restaurant I want to try, I read about it online, and I was planning on going today. You don’t have to come; I just thought I’d ask.”

“Of course I want to come, Deku,” Uraraka said with a smile. “To be honest, I’m starving after Hero training; I could use a bite to eat.”

“It sounds like a wonderful idea,” Iida said. “I just need to contact my mother and tell her I’ll be getting home later than normal.”

“Awesome!” Izuku exclaimed. He grabbed his bag and stood up. “I’m really excited to go; I’m so glad you can come with me.”

“So, where are we going?” A cool voice asked.

The three friends turned their heads to see Todoroki standing a few feet away.

“Uh…what?” Uraraka said.

“You said you were all going out to get food and I want to come with you,” Todoroki said bluntly.

“Um, sure, you can come, Todoroki,” Izuku said. “The more, the merrier.”

“Would it be alright if I came too, ribbit?” a new voice said.

The four turned to Tsuyu standing a couple of feet away, a curious look on her face.

“I guess it’s fine,” Izuku said. “Any reason why?”

“I’m just hungry, and food always tastes better when you’re with friends, ribbit,” Tsuyu said.

“Alright then,” Izuku exclaimed. “Let’s get going!”

As the five teens walked out of the school, a thought occurred to Todoroki. “Iida, where exactly are we going?”

The blue haired teen rubbed his chin and thought. “Now that you mention it, I don’t know. We forgot to ask Midoriya what this restaurant is.”

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“We’re here!” Izuku shouted, practically vibrating with excitement.

Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, and Tsuyu stood behind their friend giving him odd looks. The five UA students found themselves in front of a fast food restaurant with a bright exterior and a sign that said ‘Jollibee’ in chubby white lettering. Next to the door was a statue of a cartoon styled red bee wearing a vest, gloves, yellows shoes, and a chef’s hat.

“What is this place?” Todoroki asked.

“How do you say that?” Uraraka said. “Jole-ib-ee, Jalw-eeb-eh?”

“It’s pronounced Jolly-Bee, you know, like a jolly bee,” Izuku explained. “Come on, let’s go in.” He opened the doors and walked in, his friends right behind him. The interior had bright red and yellow walls, red chairs, and white tables. White counters lined the floor to ceiling window wall with yellow stools to sit on.

“What are we waiting for, let’s order our food,” Izuku said before practically sprinting to the register.

“Hey, Deku, wait for us,” Uraraka said. She, Todoroki, and Tsuyu followed after the green haired boy.

Iida was about to do the same, but then he noticed something. He stopped and looked around the restaurant, it was packed, and almost every seat was taken. And almost every customer appeared to be Filipino. In fact, he and his friends appeared to be the only Japanese people in the establishment.

‘Strange,’ Iida thought. Before he could further contemplate this, he noticed Uraraka waving him over so they could place their orders.

“Oh man, it all looks so good,” Izuku said, practically drooling as he looked over the menu. “I don’t know what I’m gonna get.”

“I know what you mean,” Uraraka said. “I’m not sure if I want a burger or chicken or-” She cut herself off, her eyes wide with shock. “Deku, look!” She exclaimed grabbing Izuku by the shoulder. “They have red been pies! We have to get those.”

“Oh, that’s new,” Izuku said.

Iida raised an eyebrow at his statement. ‘New? This restaurant just opened.’ He shook his head and decided to save his questions for later.

“You can order whatever you desire; I’ll gladly pay,” Iida.

“Are you sure?” Tsuyu said. “Even if it is fast food, that’ll still be a lot of money.”

“Please, allow me to pay. I don’t want you all fretting about the price; this is supposed to be a nice day out.” Iida smiled. “Besides, as Midoriya and Uraraka have stated before, I’m a ‘rich kid’ so it’s honestly no trouble.”

“Awesome!” Izuku and Uraraka exclaimed.

“Thanks, Iida,” Tsuyu said.

“Thank, you,” Todoroki said.

They turned to the cashier, whom Iida noticed was also Filipino. She smiled at the group and said “Hello, welcome to Jollibee. What can we get for you today?”

“Hi there, I’d like an Aloha Burger with garlic fries and a large drink, please,” Izuku said. “Oh, and a Halo-Halo for dessert.”

“Can I get the Fiesta Noodles with a drink, and a red been pie,” Uraraka said.

“I think I’ll just get the hotdog and a drink,” Todoroki said.

Tsuyu hummed to herself for a moment as she looked over the menu. “I’ll get the spaghetti with a side of corn and a medium drink. I’d also like an Ube Pearl Cooler, ribbit.”

“That all sounds excellent,” Iida said before turning to the cashier. “I would like the Burger Steak with rice and a drink please.”

“Alright, will that be all for you kids today?” the cashier said.

“Oh, Iida,” Izuku exclaimed. “We didn’t get any fried chicken.”

“Peg pardon?”

“Jollibee’s fried chicken is amazing; we can’t just come here and not get any. We should get a bucket to share.”

Iida raised an eyebrow at his friend’s statement. ‘How does he know that?’

“I’d love to try the chicken,” Uraraka said, licking her lips. “Should we get the regular or spicy?”

“I don’t like spicy food, ribbit,” Tsuyu said. “Can we get the regular?”

“But their spicy chicken is amazing,” Izuku said.

“Why don’t we just get both?” Todoroki said. “That way everyone’s happy.”

“I don’t know,” Iida said contemplatively. “Normally I’d be against such excessive eating and spending.” After a moment he smiled. “But since today is a special day I’ll allow.” He turned back to the cashier. “We’d also like two buckets of chicken, one regular and one spicy.”

“Excellent, you total today comes to 7,106 Yen,” the cashier said. Iida handed her his debit card, and she then reached over and grabbed a buzzer and handed it to Iida along with the card. “Your food will be ready shortly. Have a jolly day.”

After some searching, the five friends found a table and sat down to wait for their order. “I’m so excited,” Izuku said. “I don’t know what I want to eat more, the fried chicken or the burger.”

“Hey, Deku,” Uraraka said. “What exactly is an Aloha Burger?”

“It’s awesome!” Izuku exclaimed, his eyes practically sparkling. “It’s a burger with lettuce, tomato, cheese, honey mustard, lots of bacon, and a slice of grilled pineapple.” He licked his lips as he envisioned the burger in his mind.

“Wow that does sound good,” Uraraka said. “I kind of wish I ordered that instead.”

“I’m sure you’ll love the Fiesta Noodles,” Izuku said. “Everything here is awesome.”

“Excuse me, Midoriya,” Iida said. “But may I ask you a question?”

Izuku looked up at his friend and blinked in surprise. “Uh, sure. What is it, Iida?”

“Well, even though this restaurant just opened, you already appear to be very familiar with it, I’m curious as to how?” Iida asked. Izuku’s body went stiff.

“Now that I think about it, you seemed to really know your way around the menu when you ordered your food,” Tsuyu said, placing her pointer finger on her chin.

“And you were raving about their fried chicken even though this is your first time here,” Todoroki.

“Oh yeah,” Uraraka exclaimed. “And you said that the Anko Pie was new, but this place only just opened.”

Izuku let out a nervous laugh as he rubbed the back of his head. “Well, the thing is, this isn’t my first time at a Jollibee.”

His four friends looked at him in confusion, wondering what exactly he was talking about.

“You see, Jollibee isn’t just this place, it’s a really popular chain of restaurants,” Izuku said.

“If they’re so popular, how come I’ve never heard of them?” Todoroki asked.

“That’s because this is their first Japanese location,” Izuku explained. “Jollibee is actually a Filipino fast food chain, and they’re really popular over there.”

“Ah, I see,” Todoroki said as he looked around. “That explains why all the staff and customers are Filipino.”

“Hold on,” Uraraka said. “If it’s a Filipino chain, then why do you know about it, Deku?”

“Uhm, I’ve been to the Philippines before. A lot of times,” Izuku said.

“Oh, your family likes to vacation in the Philippines?” Iida asked.

“Not exactly,” Izuku said. “I’m actually half-Filipino on my dad’s side, so I’ve got a lot of family over there.”

His friends stared at him for a moment, their eyes wide as they tried to process what they’d just heard.

“Wait, what,” Uraraka said. “You are. How come you never said anything before?”

“I don’t know; it just didn’t seem important,” Izuku said.

“Hold on, I think I remember you told us your dad’s name was Hisashi,” Tsuyu said. “That doesn’t sound like a Filipino name.”

“It’s not actually,” Izuku said. “But there’s a reason. You see, my lola and lolo moved to Japan after they got married, and when they had my dad, they decided to give him a Japanese name.”

“Uh, Deku, what’s a lola?” Uraraka asked.

“Oh, lola and lolo is Filipino for grandma and grandpa,” Izuku explained. “That’s what I call them, and I call my mom’s parent grandma and grandpa.”

“Do they live close by?” Tsuyu asked.

“No,” Izuku said. “Lola and lolo moved back to the Philippines after they retired, and that was when I was pretty young.”

“So, have you been to the Philippines a lot?” Iida asked.

“Loads of times. Every time we visit my mom and I stop at the Jollibee’s at the airport, the manager even knows me by name.” Izuku smiled as he recalled the memory.

“Can you speak Filipinese?” Uraraka asked.

Izuku laughed. “The language is called Filipino, and yes, I can. I’m bilingual.”

“Woah, that’s so cool,” Uraraka said. “I wish I could speak two languages.”

“Oh that’s nothing, you should see my lola,” Izuku said. “She can speak five languages; Filipino, English, Spanish, Japanese, and Malay.”

“Remarkable,” Iida said. “To be able to speak such a multitude of languages is an incredible achievement. Your lola sound like a wonderful person.”

Izuku blushed.

“Midoriya,” Todoroki said, catching the green haired boy’s attention. “Did you not tell us about this because you were afraid?”

The table went dead silent at Todoroki’s question. Iida, Uraraka, and Tsuyu gaped at the bicolored teen in disbelief. Izuku, on the other hand, went completely rigged.

“Todoroki!” Iida yelled. “That kind of question is highly inappropriate. You should apologize to Midoriya at once.”

“Iida, wait,” Izuku said, holding up his hands in a placating motion. “It’s fine, Todoroki’s always been pretty blunt, and it’s an honest question.” He sighed. “And to be honest, yeah. I’ve always been a little apprehensive about telling people I’m biracial. When I told my kindergarten class I was half-Filipino I got teased a lot for it and went on until elementary school. It stopped when I got to middle school, but I was afraid it might happen again.”

“Oh, Deku,” Uraraka said as she reached over to grip Izuku’s hand. “I’m so sorry that happened to you. I can’t they would say stuff like.”

“People can be jerks,” Tsuyu said with a small scowl. “I bet they didn’t even try to get to know the real you.”

“Your former classmates’ behavior was absolutely deplorable,” Iida proclaimed. “No one should ever be belittled because of their heritage.”

Todoroki nodded at Iida’s statement. “If anyone tries that again just let me know.”

Izuku stared at his friends in stunned silence, overwhelmed by their kind words. “Oh, you guys,” Izuku said with a massive smile on his face. “Thank you all so much. No one’s ever said that to me before; you’re the greatest friends anyone could ask for.”

Suddenly, their buzzer started vibrating and flashing red. “Oh, that’s our food,” Iida said and got up. A minute later he came back with a tray piled high with a mountain.

“Wow this looks awesome,” Uraraka said as she opened the box containing her Fiesta Noodles. “And look at these tiny little shrimp, they’re almost too cute to eat. Almost.”

Todoroki eyed his hotdog suspiciously. “Why does my hotdog have cheese on it, and what’s with the mustard?”

“It’s not mustard, it’s cheese sauce,” Izuku explained.

“Just give it a try, Todoroki,” Tsuyu said. “This spaghetti’s got sliced up hotdog and ham in it, but I’m willing to try it.”

“Alright everyone, let’s dig in,” Iida said.

“Thank you for the meal!” they said together before digging in.

“Oh my gosh, this tastes so good,” Uraraka said with a look of bliss on her face. “This sauce is awesome!” She happily slurped up another forkful of noodles with a smile.

Tsuyu speared of a piece of hotdog with her forkful spaghetti and brought it to her mouth. “Huh, that’s weird,” she said with an unreadable expression. “This spaghetti tastes kind of sweet.”

“That’s the banana ketchup,” Izuku explained after swallowing a bite of his burger. “It’s a sauce made from mashed bananas and spices; people like to mix it with the marinara sauce in the Philippines. Filipino style spaghetti is kind of an acquired taste.”

“Well I like, ribbit,” Tsuyu said cheerfully. “It’s different from the pasta I make for younger siblings; maybe I’ll bring them some, ribbit.”

“And I am quite enjoying this burger steak,” Iida said. “The gravy is delectable, and the meat is very tender.” He scooped some rice and a bite of burger into his mouth.

“I’m really glad you’re all enjoying it,” Izuku said. “What about you, Todoroki, do you like the hotdog?”

The bicolored teen was currently chewing on a piece of said hotdog and simply shrugged before swallowing. “I don’t know, I don’t dislike it, but I wouldn’t order it again.”

“Oh well, guess they can’t all be winners,” Izuku said with a sigh. “Why don’t you try the chicken?”

“Okay,” Todoroki said, putting down his hotdog. He reached over and grabbed a piece of regular chicken and brought it to his mouth. He took a small bite and chewed slowly. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he started devouring the fried chicken in his hand. He licked his lips and said “That’s good,” before reaching over for another.

“Todoroki, make sure you leave some for the rest of us,” Tsuyu said with a pout.

Todoroki made an indiscernible noise with his mouth full of food.

Izuku let out a small laugh. “Why don’t you try the spicy chicken next, Todoroki, so Tsuyu can try some?”

As the afternoon went on, not a single scrap of food remained on their table, save for Todoroki’s half-eaten hotdog. The five friends sat contently around their table, stuffed to burst with Jollibee’s food.

“Oh man, those noodles were amazing,” Uraraka said as she patted her stomach. “And that red been pie was so good, I want to eat another, but I’m too full.”

“You think you’re full, look at me,” Izuku said. “I barely managed to finish my Hola-Hola, I don’t think I have enough room for dinner.”

“Say, Midoriya, what is a Hola-Hola?” Tsuyu asked. “It looked really good.”

“It’s shaved ice and evaporated milk layered with sweet gelatin and fruit topped off with ice cream and a piece of flan,” Izuku explained contently. “It’s the best.”

“That’s sound delicious,” Tsuyu said. “I’d love to try it, ribbit.”

“Hold on, I think we’ve had more than enough to eat today,” Iida said sternly. “As heroes in training, we shouldn’t gorge ourselves on fast food.”

“Well, we could always just come back here next week,” Todoroki said. “I’d like to try the noodles Uraraka got.”

“That’s a great idea,” Uraraka exclaimed. “How about we do this every week, every Friday after school.”

“That sounds awesome,” Izuku replied.

“I’d like that, ribbit,” Tsuyu said.

“I think that would be an excellent idea,” Iida said. “It would be a terrific bonding experience for all of us.”

“And we’d get to eat more fried chicken,” Todoroki said bluntly.

Iida nodded. “That as well.”

And so, the five friends left the restaurant with smiles on their faces, looking forward to the days ahead.

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I hope you liked it Fran!

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #fanfiction #fanfic

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yehet-me-up · 6 years

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Ablaze

Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader (female)

Word Count: 10,674

Genre: Soulmate AU, Professor/College AU, Smut

Rating: (M) for language and explicit sex

Summary: They called you “Ice Queen” all throughout elementary school. Even now, as a graduate student, the nickname still stings. As if your inability to feel heat means you’re cold-hearted too. You decide to pursue a degree in Biochemistry, desperate to figure out the reason why you are the way you are.

Mark Tuan, everyone’s favorite hotshot professor, can pass his hand through an open flame due to a similar inability. Until the day you walk into his class, that is.

↳ Oneshot as part of The Inevitability of You collab with @kpop-wetdreams and @mak-baes 💜

A light breeze blows across campus, rustling the leaves above you, making you huddle further into your coat. Mid-September and the weather is still warm and sunny. Or you guess it must be, considering how many students are sitting together, studying or talking on blankets spread out on the quad’s lawn.

You guess it must be warm, because you’ve never felt warmth in your life. It’s not to say you’re freezing cold all the time; if you fill the bathtub with hot water you can almost feel… something. A flicker of the sensation your sister and parents have tried to describe time and time again.

Cold, now that’s something you can feel. Snow, ice, the freezing rain that falls in the evenings here in the late winter – those you are intimately familiar with.

You hold out your hand as you walk across campus, watching the light fall on your skin in patterns. Frowning at the lack of sensation, you clench your fist and stick your hands back in your pockets. When it’s warm like this you just feel… an absence. A void where you know something should be, like a phantom limb; the aching sensation of nothing.

A buzzing in your pocket draws your attention and you pull your phone out to a message from your friend Kelly.

[Kelly 1:15pm] running a little late because of who I am as a person [Kelly 1:15pm] save me a seat???

You smirk to yourself. She’s likely running a little late because of her boyfriend, Adam. But boyfriend seems like too small of a word to convey their relationship. He’s her soulmate. They’re in the lucky 3-5% of the population that’s found their biologically fated match.

You had watched in amazement as Kelly’s ability to taste sweetness had come to life just after winter break, one afternoon in the cafeteria during your junior year of high school.

You were sitting next to her, chatting with some of your other friends, when suddenly she dropped the cookie she was eating. She’d turned to you with wide eyes, reflexively bringing her hand to her lips in awe.

“What is it, Kel?” you’d asked, concerned.

“I – it’s – I think I can taste this…” she’d said, staring at it with such concentration it could have been a bomb about to go off. She’d licked her lips and sat up in her seat, whipping her head around.

You’d both turned to look at the other kids in the cafeteria. You saw him instantly - a new boy was standing at the cashier, paying for his food. He picked up his tray and lifted his eyes, sweeping the room to find a spot to sit. Kelly, in her usual exuberance, had stood up and waved him over.

He furrowed his brow, turning to look behind him for a moment, thinking she was waving to someone else. Once he realized she was motioning to him he’d given her a cute smile and come over, taking the spot across from Kelly and introducing himself.

“So – what’s your deficiency?” she’d asked the moment he said his name, staring him down.

“God, Kelly. No one uses that word any more. It’s not PC. My mom says we’re supposed to use ‘inability.’” Laura had said with a condescending tone.

“Whatever,” Kelly had said, waving Laura off. “What’s your inability, then, new boy?”

He’d stuttered, clearly unaccustomed to discussing something so sensitive in such a bold way. “Oh – umm, well I can’t taste salty things,” Adam had said in a low voice.

“Laura, give me some of your chips,” Kelly had said, snatching the bag and handing it across the table to Adam. “She always buys these super salty chips, can you taste them?” she’d demanded.

Adam had looked at her like she was crazy, but with a shake of his head he’d shrugged and popped one in his mouth. He had chewed thoughtfully for a moment before his eyes had gone wide and he started nodding furiously.

“Holy shit,” he’d whispered loudly. “Wait – how did you know?”

She’d grinned mischievously at him, holding his gaze as she picks up her discarded cookie and takes another bite.

“Well new boy, until today I couldn’t taste sweetness. I guess that means we’re soulmates, huh?” she’d said matter-of-factly.

They’d been inseparable from that day on. They were one of only six other confirmed matches in your high school, they’d had the test done just before graduation. It was something new the government was working on, a blood test to confirm the presence of a matching chemical, supposedly only released between soulmates.

[Y/N 1:17pm] god I’d say get a room but I have a feeling you’re just coming from one [Kelly 1:17pm] ha freaking ha [Y/N 1:18pm] *sigh* fineee I’ll save you a seat [Kelly 1:18pm] you’re the best [Kelly 1:19pm] when you find your soul mate I’ll cover for you too ;)

You smirk as you click the phone off, sliding it back into your pocket. The steps to the science building are packing with students flooding out of classes, excitedly heading out into the sunshine. You’re delighted to be doing the opposite – to be heading into your first two hour lecture for The Science of Soul Mates.

Kelly is taking the class for fun, you’re required to do 20 credits of upper level seminars for your Biochemistry Master’s degree. This course is newly offered by Professor Mark Tuan. It’s open to any student on campus, so even Kelly, an MFA student in creative writing wanted to sign up. The interest in the class was apparently through the roof and you’d both only gotten seats because you have priority registration as graduate students.

You pull open the heavy doors and head up to the second floor to the lecture hall. The room is just starting to fill up and about half of the hundred or so seats are filled. You head to your preferred spot near the back of the small auditorium, finding a space in the middle of the row and setting your bag next to you to save Kelly’s seat.

She rushes in five minutes before the class is supposed to start. You smother a smile as she sits down with a sigh. She turns to look at you and notices your barely contained laughter.

“What?” she demands as she pulls her laptop out from her bag.

You lean over and fix the strands of hair that had fallen into her face. “You had sex hair, Kels,” you laugh.

She groans. “Oh my god, I’m going to kill Adam. He was supposed to make sure I looked presentable.”

“Well I’d say he failed spectacularly at that,” you say with a wry smile as you make a new Google doc on your Drive, getting ready to take notes. “I am so excited for this class, you don’t even know.”

“You’re such a nerd, why do I hang out with you?” Kelly asks with a laugh.

“Because you love me. And how are you not freaking out? His research is groundbreaking, I’m dying to hear what he’s found,” you say.

Ever since you decided to pursue Biochemistry as a profession you’ve been hearing his name, reading his published articles. You’ve been anxiously waiting for a chance to talk to him about your theories.

“Yeah, I hear he’s some genius prodigy. Adam says the University president was thrilled that he agreed to teach here, said that it was ‘the get of the century.’ He got his doctorate at what, twenty four?” she says, amazed.

“Twenty three, he’s been doing research this last year,” you reply automatically. “I just hope that everyone isn’t just signing up for this class because he’s supposedly gorgeous,” you say with a frown, looking around at the overwhelming number of female students in the class.

“Supposedly? You mean you haven’t seen him around campus this week?” Kelly asks, raising a brow at you. You shake your head. “Well girl, you are in for a treat. He’s better than gorgeous – he’s hot as fuck,” she says with a knowing grin.

You open your mouth to chastise her but she cuts you off. “Yes, I know he has a heat inability, but hey, it’s true. I think I’d burn myself just touching him,” she says dramatically, shaking her hand and wincing as if she was in pain.

You shake your head and turn your attention back to your computer, a wave of guilt washing over you. His inability to feel heat has made him a legend - every interview and feature article loves to use a pun about it.

Yours on the other hand had made you a pariah. You’d made the decision to lie about it after sixth grade, so Kelly had no idea what your true weakness was.

Ever since Ben Mezrich had called you “Ice Queen” in the cafeteria and poured scalding hot, or so you’d been told, soup down your back you’d decided it was better to keep the truth to yourself. You forced your parents to let you go to a public school for high school and had started telling everyone that you couldn’t taste bitterness – it was laughably easy to fake.

In the decades since humanity had noticed these sensory deprivations evolving, myths had started to form. Can’t see certain colors? You must be narrow-minded. Can’t feel cold? Must be a hothead. Can’t feel heat? Well, then you must not have a heart. Even all these years later you still feel a shudder of fear and shame at the nasty names and rumors that had spread about you.

You see a movement in the front of class and look up to see a man walk into class. He sets his bag on the table and looks around at the now packed auditorium, an easy smile on his handsome face. You look over at Kelly and she’s dramatically raising her eyebrows at you. She’s right – he’s gorgeous.

His messy blonde hair falls into his eyes and his face is classically handsome in an almost painful way. He wears a thick grey coat similar to yours. Kelly always makes fun of you for your warm clothes and you dodge her questions as casually as you can. You always brush her off, saying that you just run cold.

The buzzing of discussion quiets down as he moves around to the front of the class, leaning casually back against the desk and looking up into the room.

“Hello and welcome, everyone. I assume you know who I am, but I’ll introduce myself in case any of you wandered in here by accident,” he says in a conversational tone. A ripple of laughter goes through the crowd. This is supposedly his first class, but he acts like he’s been doing this for years.

“I’m Mark Tuan, but I’ll fail you automatically if you try to call me Mr. Tuan,” he says gamely. “Please, it’s Mark. And while I’ll be doing a lot of talking and presenting in this class, I really want it to be a discussion. The concept of a biological soulmate is just now being seriously studied, and as far as I’m concerned, we’re in this together.”

He folds his arms across his chest, his coat falling open. You can’t help but notice how strong and lean his body looks in the grey sweater and dark jeans he wears. “Now, I suppose the first question in this sort of class is – have any of you met your soulmate?”

Everyone looks around, whispering excitedly. Kelly raises her hand, confident as always, unconcerned that she has a hundred people looking at her. Two other girls raise their hands as well, toward the front of the room.

“Excellent, would you mind telling us about it?” he asks, pointing to the first girl, a hungry look in his eyes. “How you met, what your inabilities are, if you’ve had the official test? Whatever you’re comfortable sharing.”

She goes on to detail how she and her partner met last year at a party. The next girl goes, saying that she met her soul mate at a soccer tournament out of state. Kelly goes last, sharing her story, a sweet smile coming to her lips as she finishes and you know she’s thinking about Adam and the happy years they’ve had together so far.

Several of the girls in the class are looking starry-eyed, wistful smiles on their lips as they treat these three stories as confirmation of the fairy tales they’ve been told about soulmates all their lives. You roll your eyes, drawing Mark’s attention. He quirks and eyebrow up at you and you quickly look down at your laptop, pretending like you are typing.

“Fantastic, thanks so much for sharing. We’re right on par with the rest of the world,” he says, pacing back and forth in front of the class as he speaks. “As far as recent studies can tell, approximately three to five percent of the population has found their soulmate, and of that about half have had the government supplied blood test to confirm it.”

“But beyond that – there are so many unanswered questions,” he turns to look up into the stands, his gaze lands on you.

You fidget as he gives you a lopsided smile, his eyes holding yours for a long second before moving on. Your coat suddenly feels too heavy. You slip it off your shoulders and shrug out of it as he continues.

“So. What do we know for sure? As far as we can tell everyone has just one soulmate. There have been a few reports of people finding a second, but none have been confirmed using the test. The chemical that’s secreted into the blood stream, affectionately known by us in the field as Cupid X, rises in proximity to one’s soul mate, accompanied by a scientifically verifiable reversal of one’s inability.”

“Over the past year I’ve been working with confirmed soulmate couples, testing how this reversal is affected by prolonged proximity as opposed to separation. We’ve been able to pinpoint the distance at about a hundred feet. Further than that and it seems like there’s no effect.”

“It’s maddening, isn’t it? To think that you could pass within a football field’s length of your soulmate, somewhere out in the world – but completely miss them? Fate sure can be a bitch sometimes, can’t she?” he asks with a smirk.

“Anyways, back to the science, since that is why you’re here. I’m working with the University to set up more research with their funding, but the question remains – where do we go next? There’s so many paths we could go down,” he says, his eyes lighting up as they sweep the room. You unconsciously push the sleeves of your sweater up your arms as you lean forward, fascinated.

“For example - is there anyone in the world with two or more inabilities? Does everyone just have one? How does love come into play – does the emotional connection heighten the physical bond? What about the millions of couples who’ve fallen in love but aren’t soulmates? And is this merely a helpful hint from nature, or does this evolution in our genetics signify a larger change?”

He brings his arms out in front of him, gesturing emphatically. “But that’s why this science is so fascinating – there’s still so much that we don’t know. It’s only been in the last twenty or so years that the concept has even been on humanity’s radar; and only in the last ten or so that it’s been seriously studied.”

He laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling. “Sorry – I tend to get carried away. It looks like class is just about up, but before I assign you the reading allow me a demonstration,” he says, turning to pull something out of his bag on the desk.

“How many of you discovered your inability before you could speak?” he asks, pulling out a lighter.

A small handful of people raise their hands in assent. “Research shows that the vast majority of people, over seventy-five perfect, discover which sense is affected in elementary school, between the ages of five and eight,” he says, holding up the lighter with a smirk.

“I discovered mine quite early, in the days before parents began obsessively running tests on newborns. When I was three years old I knocked a candle off the table. It fell on me, on my pants, lighting them instantly. My parents screamed, throwing me into the shower and turning on the water, trying to limit how bad the burns would be. But there wasn’t a mark on me. They said I didn’t even scream,” he says, trailing off as his eyes focus on the lighter in his hand.

With a cocky grin he flicks the lighter on. A small flame appears and he runs his hand through the flame, slowly, with the confidence of some who’s done it a thousand times. But when his hand brushes the top of the flame he gasps, hissing in pain, clutching his hand to his chest reflexively and dropping the lighter.

He stares at his hand in shock and fear. The red spot forming on the wide part of his palm near his pinky finger is visible even from your seat in the back. The class starts murmuring in confusion and speculation.

A sensation on your forehead draws your attention, an unusual itching feeling. You draw your finger across the skin there, trying to relieve it. When you pull your hand back you notice a drop of moisture on your finger. Your eyes go wide in realization – staring between the drop of sweat and Mark who’s still reeling in confusion up at the front.

You whip your head around to look at your coat, down at your exposed forearms from your rolled up sweater. The synapses in your brain finally connect these disparate facts, the realization slamming into you like a freight train.

“Oh shit,” you whisper to yourself.

“What’s that?” Kelly asks, leaning over to you, her gaze still drawn to Mark at the front of the class.

“Nothing, I think I’m getting sick, that’s all,” you say in what you hope is a casual tone of voice.

A moment later, Mark composes himself. “I promise I didn’t do that just for dramatic effect,” he starts, valiantly trying to contain his surprise but obviously still reeling. “I guess I’ve come to the right place. It seems like I might just be in that three to five percent after all…” he say softly, trailing off. He turns the wrist on his non-burned hand, looking at his watch.

“Anyways, class is almost up and I’ve got to go and find some burn cream it looks like,” he says with a laugh. “Read the first three chapters in your text and complete the attached prompt on page seventy-nine for our next class,” he finishes.

Everyone starts grabbing backpacks, shuffling papers, and standing, moving toward the door.

“I’ve got to meet up with my study group, see you later Kels?” you lie, avoiding her eyes, desperate to get out of the room.

She gives you a surprised look, but nods after a beat. You forcefully shove your laptop into your bag and pick up your coat in a rush. Standing abruptly, you move down the aisle and start down the steps, hugging the wall as you try to stay far away from Mark on your way out the door.

Once you reach the front of the building you push open the doors and step into the sunlight, holding your hands out in front of you. You stare in awe as you feel a sensation on the skin of your palms… something new, something wholly unexpected. Your eyes go misty and you tilt your head up to look at the sun, still visible high on the horizon.

“Huh. So this is heat,” you say softly to yourself. Tears spill down your cheeks, hastened by the swirling emotions inside of you – excitement, fear, relief, confusion, anger. With a shake of your head you dash down the steps toward your apartment.

Even after the last student leaves class, he still stands there, brow furrowed, staring at the bright red burn on his hand. He’s done that little parlor trick for years. In high school to impress his friends, in college to impress girls. The wound still stings, but he can’t make himself move.

Suddenly his rational mind kicks into gear – studies haven’t yet found how long one needs to be in the presence of their soulmate for the inability to fade, or how quickly the effect fades after exposure. It could have been someone in line ahead of him at Starbucks while he was catching up with a friend that morning. It could have been a visiting lecturer he passed in the halls. He doesn’t know how long he has.

Abruptly he turns, picking up the lighter and shoving it in his bag, slinging it over his shoulder as he runs from the room. He sprints across campus, his bag smacking into his hip with every step. He distantly notices that he feels something on his skin where it’s exposed to the setting sun. But he’s never been the type to bemoan the fact that he couldn’t enjoy the sun on days at the beach with his friends growing up.

Nor has he cared about missing out on hot chocolate, sitting in front of a fire on a cold winter night, or if he’s honest – the heat that was supposed to come from being with a lover. But there’s always been one fantasy of his that he desperately hopes he can fulfill before the effect fades.

He dashes up the steps to his apartment, throws open the door and kicks it shut behind him. He tears off his bag and kicks off his shoes as he moves to the bathroom. He rips the curtain back, twists the knob all the way to the left and turns the flow of water on.

Steam fills the small room as he frantically pulls off his clothes – the mist in the air had always been an object before, something inanimate that barely deserved notice.

But as he inhales he knows that steam, that heat, is a living thing. It presses against his naked skin, envelops him in what he can finally recognize as warmth. Like a word in a foreign language, just out of reach beyond comprehension that he’s suddenly learned the meaning to. He tentatively reaches his hand under the spray, practically trembling in hope.

Relief rushes through him. A fierce surge of joy – it’s hot. He lets out a choked noise and steps in. He winces at the scalding temperature, but he couldn’t care less. He ducks his head under the flow of water, laughing in delight as the it runs down his face, his back. He stays there for countless minutes, lost in the pleasure.

When he finally pulls back he sits down on the floor of the shower, letting the water run over him. He holds his hands out in front of him, staring intently as the drops spill between his spread fingers.

His logical mind works first, as it always has. Who is his soulmate? Where did he meet you? How can he find you again? Does he even want to? Of course I do, he thinks with a shake of his head.

How wonderfully unexpected that he, one of the leading experts in the world on the biochemistry of soulmates, had an experience like this of his own. He feels like he’s just discovered a new species, a new element, a new planet.

Then comes the longing; possibilities explode in his mind. The word soulmate has always been clinical – a fanciful description for a biological concept. But now he can’t help but wonder what it would be like to share his life with someone who was fated to be his. He wonders what it would be like to belong to someone, to have them be made for him and vice versa.

His attention returns to the water. The sensation is fading. The water is still hot, if the steam surrounding him is any indication, but he can no longer feel it. With a shake of his head he heaves himself off the floor and turns off the water. He grabs a towel and as he dries off he starts to formulate a plan.

Over the next days and weeks he keeps a log, he starts experimenting, recording.

He thinks back to everything he did that day and tries to recreate it. He visits that same Starbucks every morning for a week; lingering, waiting. But no dice.

He follows the same pattern he took to class the same day of the week, staring up at the red brick buildings covered in ivy, wondering who you could be with a whistful smile. He wonders if he’s being silly; if the chance meeting was literally a once in a lifetime occurance.

But the sensation returns, over and over. At night he writes pages of notes, describing the rise and fall of heat - how quickly it comes on, how strong it is, how long it lasts.

Two weeks into the quarter and he’s narrowed it down – it’s got to be someone in his class. The sense doesn’t come on at all during the other five days of the week.

The day of the seventh session of class he doesn’t leave his apartment except to go to science building. He wakes up at the crack of dawn and rushes over to his lab on the fifth level of the building, staying in his office until it’s time to go to class.

He carries a hot pack with him, the kind that stays warm for hours, tucked in his coat pocket. As the students file in he greets them with a nod of his head, his hand anxiously holding the pack in his pocket. The sense flares to life abruptly, unexpectedly and he grins broadly in triumph.

One hundred students, he thinks, scanning every face as they unpack backpacks, talk with each other. Three already have soulmates, he thinks, and unless he’s a statistical anomaly it’s unlikely that he’s matched with someone who’s already found theirs.

Thirty one are male students. There are plenty of documented cases of same sex soulmates being found, but he has a theory that a person’s sexuality comes into play. He’s almost positive that the attraction will be matched between partners, and as he’s straight, he’s confident that his partner will be female.

So that leaves sixty six. Sixty six possibilities. As he looks from face to face he meets a lot of eager faces, coy smiles trying to catch his eye. Game on, he thinks, his mind already filling with ideas on how he can narrow it down.

For the next several weeks you manage to avoid Mark Tuan outside of class. You wait in the women’s room before it starts, always giving Kelly some excuse of why you keep coming in right at the last second. The second class ends you push your way out the door, some excuse on your lips.

After your initial emotional reaction, you’ve decided on anger. How dare this man be your soulmate? If you had told anyone about this, Kelly for instance, you would have described this turn of events as ‘highly inconvenient.’ How are you supposed to ask him your questions, tell him your theories now?

Fed up after you turn down her third offer this week to hang out, Kelly barges into your apartment and drags you out of your unintentional isolation to go to a party with her and Adam.

As the night goes on you relax. You drink awful rum and cokes, laugh at Adam’s endearingly bad jokes, and talk with Kelly about the other classes she’s taking for her MFA. For a few hours you forget all about Mark Tuan.

“Holy shit - Ice Queen? Is that you?” a male voice calls off to your right abruptly.

Turning your head you see a tall, burly man making his way through the crowd do you. “Oh fuck,” you say out loud and Kelly swivels her head in his direction.

Ben Mezrich. Even here, at college - on the other side of the state - you can’t escape him. He’s broader, his hair buzz cut short. Mark’s words on the first day of class come back to you. Fate, you bitch, you think sarcastically, your lips twisting into a savage smile.

He finally reaches you, putting his hand on your shoulder, either not realizing how intrusive the motion is or not caring in his drunken state. “What are you doing here?” he slurs.

“I go to school here, Ben,” you say flatly. “What about you?”

“Oh, I work here. My girlfriend got me a job at her dad’s bank downtown. So, are you still a frigid bitch?” he asks, sloppily waggling his eyebrows up and down as he brazenly check you out.

Your forced smile drops, your eyes turning hard as you stare him down. He gets bored after a moment, as if your silence renders you invisible to him, and with a shrug he turns around and blunders back through the crowd to his friends.

Kelly puts a hand on your arm, turning you to face her. “Y/N, what was that all about?” she says, not unkindly, with an inquisitive raise of her brow. “Why was that asshole calling you ‘ice queen’?”

You sigh and take a large sip of your drink. “Kels, you know how I always said I can’t taste bitterness?” She nods. “Well, that’s kind of... a lie. Guys like Ben used to pick on me growing up; all those myths about heat deficiency meaning you’re a ‘cold robot’ got to them.”

You tell her the story of the awful day with the soup. “I just wanted to be someone else for a while, so I lied. I’m sorry,” you say when it’s over, staring down into your cup.

She clicks her tongue and you look up cautiously. “God, you think I care about that? Inabilities are totally your private business, I’d never hold it against you for not telling me,” she says, giving you a warm smile and squeezing your arm.

“But holy shit, was that why you ran out of class that day? Why you’ve been avoiding people like the plague? Did your sense come back? Is Mark fucking Tuan your soulmate?” she yells, her excitement bubbling over.

You sigh dramatically and down the rest of your drink. “I think he might be,” you say noncommittally, looking anywhere but her face.

“Wait wait wait. Why haven’t you told him?” she demands, her eyes wide with excitement.

You open your mouth to speak, but snap it shut. What can you say? That you’re afraid, that you’re pissed off, that you’re confused – all of your life plans thrown out of whack?

“Ugh, I was so focused coming into this degree. When I found out he’d be a professor, it was everything I wanted. Kick ass in his class, win a spot on his research team, spend my days working on this fascinating science,” you say. “But this recent development makes things… challenging.”

She gives you a teasing smirk. “I’ve never known you to be one to turn down a challenge,” she says, clinking her empty cup to yours.

You shake your head in amusement, a wry smile coming to your lips.

You decide to get creative. After class one day you just email him instead. You send him your latest theory about the soulmate bond developing out of an ideal combination of genes for procreation, asking his thoughts.

He responds an hour later with some articles he’s found on the offspring of confirmed soulmates, noting their higher intelligence ratings. You counter with a study that found no noticeable difference in the intelligence, physical abilities, or attractiveness of the children of soulmates.

You end up emailing back and forth for hours, late into the night. His mind is fascinating, the way he pushes you to consider other ideas, the disparate sources he draws from. He’s incredibly well read, curious, and open-minded – he doesn’t ever turn down your ideas, he considers them thoroughly, fairly.

Against your better judgment, you like him even more. You roll your neck, standing to grab a cup of tea. As you stir, your mind wanders to how he looked today.

The connection, the rise in heat, is instant, for both of you it seems. You come to class bundled up but now you’ve come to expect the rush of heat and take off your layers as soon as you sit down.

He does the same. Today he’d come to class and pulled off his coat, revealing narrow fitting slacks and a tight, deep blue button-up shirt. He looked so good you almost broke your pen in half in a rush of frustration and desire.

You shake your head to yourself as you walk back to your spot. This soulmate thing is entertaining at least, you think. You fold your leg up underneath you on the couch, taking a sip as you wait for his reply. The message comes through a moment later.

Why don’t you stay after class tomorrow and we can discuss this further?

“Shit,” you say to yourself.

“Just do it,” Kelly stage whispers in your ear the next day while you both wait on the stairs for people to file out in front of you.

“No,” you reply with a swift shake of your head. You’ve already decided not to talk to him, leaving his email unanswered. Besides, there are tons of people in this class, there’s no way he can know which one you are, you tell yourself.

A tightness comes to your chest as you stand there, willing the students in front of you to move faster. You tap your foot nervously. The secret you carry, that you’re his soulmate, feels like it’s clawing at your throat. As if it’s going to burst from your lips if you don’t keep your focus every second you’re around him.

Finally, the line starts moving.

Kelly pauses by the door, rummaging in her purse, people flowing out the door around you two. “Hey babe, can you hold this for a sec?” she asks, holding her coffee thermos out.

“Sure,” you say, your eyes darting back and forth anxiously between her and where Mark is putting papers back in his briefcase. You reach out and distractedly take her metal travel mug.

“Ahh,” you hiss loudly, wincing in surprise as your bare palm touches the hot metal of the container. You barely manage to avoid dropping it, bringing your other hand up to clasp it as well.

Your eyes meet with Mark’s as he looks up in alarm at your noise of alarm. You close your eyes tightly for a moment, then open them to look at Kelly in disapproval. She’s abandoned the pretense of taking something out of her bag and has folded her arms, giving you a smug look of satisfaction.

“Oh, sorry about that Y/N. I keep forgetting,” she says dramatically with feigned casualness.

You tear your gaze away from Mark and stare daggers at her. You thrust the thermos at her, grabbing her arm in yours and steering her toward the door. Panic rises in you, you hope that he didn’t notice. But damn him, he’s too quick and observant for his own good.

“Wait – you have a heat deficiency, too?” he calls from behind you and you reluctantly turn around.

“Well she did,” Kelly says slowly with a smirk. “Until the beginning of your class.” She winks at you and pushes out the door.

It closes with a soft thud, leaving you and Mark alone in the room together. You regard each other, keeping your distance. He looks you up and down appreciatively, as if he can’t believe you’re real.

“It’s been you this whole time?” he says, incredulous, looking you up and down. “Wait, you’re not the Y/N that was messaging me last night too, are you?”

You nod slowly. “Wow, beautiful and intelligent too, I think I won the soulmate lottery,” he says with a wide, lazy grin.

You scoff. “Just because I’m your soulmate doesn’t mean I’m automatically going to sleep with you,” you deadpan, feeling feisty at being reminded of the fact that you’re supposedly fated to be together. “You don’t have to try to charm me.”

He bursts out laughing, bending over at his waist. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips. Against your better judgment, you finally accept that you like him. He doesn’t have to know that, though, you think.

“And devastatingly sassy, too. I love you already,” he says as he straightens up, his face still alight with amusement. “This is so surreal. Do you want to go get a drink?”

You let out a laugh and shrug. “Sure, why not?”

“So, about your latest theory – where did you find your source, that article about the different ethnic groups study?” he asks, walking over to hold the door open for you.

You pick up the thread of the conversation, grateful that he doesn’t push you to talk about a potential relationship, or whatever it would be between you two. He chooses a restaurant down the street and you both order burgers and beer, bouncing ideas back and forth at a rapid pace.

He’s even more charming and articulate in person, you think as you take a sip, watching him as he relates his colleague’s idea about the differences and similarities in chemical reaction between soulmates and confirmed non-soulmates that are in love.

He’s even more attractive up close, you think with a sigh. You wonder if it’s like this for other people, for those non-soulmates who love each other. If they’re drawn to each other this viscerally.

It’s unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. The closest thing you can relate it to is the studies you’ve read about addiction. That the more you ingest something – sugar, caffeine, heroin – the more that you crave it.

You’re suddenly afraid of needing him, of wanting something that intensely.

You take a huge sip of your drink. The feelings rising in you for him, both physical and emotional, feel ominous, terrifying. Like a tsunami that you can feel in your bones is coming, but that you yet spot on the horizon.

“So, have you had sex before? How was it for you?” he asks curiously. You look up abruptly, startled out of your thoughts by his question.

There’s a devilish look in his eyes that tells you he’s acutely aware of the line between academic and personal that he’s just crossed. You hesitate, hovering on the line, wondering if you should step across it with him. After a beat you decide to just go for it.

“Yes, with my boyfriend in college. It was… fine. I guess. Like it was physically pleasurable, but more like – a relaxing massage. Or that feeling of when you go over the top of a roller coaster, and you plummet down.”

He’s watching you curiously, toying the rim of his bottle against his lips. “But I’ve heard from Kelly that being with her soulmate, it’s… umm, more intense? In comparison. That’s what she says anyway,” you finish in a rush, refusing to meet his eyes.

“I’ve had similar experiences. I wonder how it would be between the two of us,” he says thoughtfully.

Your jaw drops, a flush coming to your cheeks. You press your hands against them, not used to the feeling of blood pumping there. As always, denial and anger are the safest places to land.

“Well, that’s not going to happen any time soon,” you say firmly and he laughs.

“I was just proposing an experiment. Out of scientific curiosity, of course,” he says with a smirk.

“Yeah, right,” you say sarcastically, picking up your burger to take another bite.

[Y/N 7:02pm] YOU ARE SUCH A BITCH OMFG [Y/N 7:02pm] why would you do that to me??? [Kelly 7:03pm] god knows you were never going to do anything about it [Kelly 7:03pm] how did it go??? it’s been like [Kelly 7:03pm] over THREE HOURS [Kelly 7:03pm] what did you guys do?? [Y/N 7:04pm] we just grabbed drinks together [Y/N 7:04pm] and we talked [Kelly 7:04pm] and??? 👀 [Y/N 7:05pm] okay fine he hit on me [Y/N 7:05pm] but he also offered me an internship with his research team [Y/N 7:05pm] so like [Y/N 7:05pm] i’d say i broke even [Kelly 7:06pm] omfg [Kelly 7:06pm] YOU’RE WELCOMEEEEE [Y/N 7:07pm] okay but i still hate you [Kelly 7:07pm] whatever [Kelly 7:07pm] just remember that i have dibs on being maid of honor at your wedding 😘 [Y/N 7:08pm] i hate you so much

You manage to resist for two weeks.

Fourteen days is as long as you can manage before your burning curiosity finally breaks you. Fourteen days of getting lost in the way his mouth carefully forms each word as he speaks. Fourteen days of biting your lip, turning away when he meets your eye in class, or during a meeting in the lab.

Two weeks, that felt like they lasted a millennia.

It started your first day at the lab, his official ‘welcome’ handshake when you met the team lingering just a second too long – his gaze holding yours a beat longer than necessary.

Next, it escalated to small touches. A brush of your waist as he reached for the next stack of interviews. His arm grazing yours as he leaned over you to grab a new set of slides for the next sample. His knee touching yours under the table repeatedly whenever you grab lunch or dinner together.

It’s the way he looks when you catch him staring at you, a hunger in his eyes that makes your skin feel too tight. You’re sure you must look the same, as you sneak in glances at him while his back is turned.

His infuriating smile tells you that he knows exactly what he’s doing; testing you, testing himself. Pushing you both until you’re strung so tight you feel like he could breathe on you and you’d fall apart.

Tonight is another late night, everyone else went home hours ago. You’re bouncing from foot to foot, trying to keep your focus as you enter more data into the spreadsheets. He moves to the microscope next to you, his hand trailing across your lower back as he moves, leaving a trail of fire even through the layer of your shirt.

You sigh pointedly, but his hand remains. It was never like this, with the men before him. You never lost your focus, never wanted any of them so badly you could taste it. Your need for him threatens to drag you under, to bury you with the weight of its intensity.

“Mark,” you say firmly, closing your eyes briefly, steeling yourself against the heat building in you at his touch. He looks up from his microscope, raising his eyebrows in attention, his hand frozen in place low on your back.

“Hmm?” he asks, feigning innocence. “Did you need something?”

“You know damn well what I need,” you grit out between your teeth, dropping your eyes to stare meaningfully at his hand on you.

“Yes. I do. Because I need it too,” he says in a low voice, deliberately misunderstanding you. He stands up fully, moving his body in front of yours.

He rests his hands on the counter on either side of you, his face inches from yours. This close you can’t hide your feelings for him; you know your desperate want is broadcast across your face. His smug smile fades, melts away into something softer, sweeter.

“But if you don’t want me, I’ll drop it. I just – I’ve never felt like this before. Physically. Emotionally. It’s like I can only breathe when I’m touching you, and every second I spend away from you is a shallow breath,” he says, barely above a whisper.

“It’s fascinating really, reading about this, and now experiencing it,” he says with a soft laugh. “I always thought they were exaggerating the pull. But now I think they might have been underselling it.”

You let out a shaky breath, furrowing your brow as you scan his face. Has it really only been a few weeks since you saw him for the first time? It feels like you’ve been wanting him, craving him, for decades. Your heart rate kicks up as you realize you can feel his body heat in the narrow space between you.

He lifts a hand, bringing it to cup your jaw. His thumb traces a lazy trail across your cheek, his eyes following the motion in awe. You know what he’s feeling. There’s something magnetic between you, it’s overwhelming - the way that your connection feels destined, fated.

“Is it always like this?” you wonder aloud softly. “Between soulmates. In your interviews, have you ever found a pair that doesn’t feel this…. chemistry?” Your lips twist into a wry grin. His eyes flare in awareness as he processes what you’re saying, arousal pooling between your legs at the intensity that comes to his gaze.

“I mean, maybe we should put it to the test. For science,” you continue, tentatively bringing your hands up to rest on his hips. Without intending to, your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt, your body automatically moving to pull him closer before your mind catches up.

His other hand leaves the counter, coming to rest along the curve of your waist, fitting perfectly as if it belongs there. He leans forward carefully, pressing his body flush against yours. You both inhale sharply at the contact. It makes you wonder how you ever lived with the absence of him against you, now that you know what it feels like to have him here in front of you, wanting you.

His closeness seems to heighten not just your ability to feel heat, but your other senses as well. This close, you breathe in the faint hint of his musky cologne. This close, colors seem richer; the red of his lips, the deep brown of his eyes. This close, you can almost taste him, and you lick your lips at the thought.

He groans, a low gravelly sound in this throat, as he follows the motion of your tongue. He moves his hand, tilting your head up toward him. Your lips part unconsciously in anticipation.

“For science, huh?” he says, grinning.

You nod, smirking at him, straightening your back and moving your mouth close to his. “We are scientists, after all. I’d say it’s our duty.”

“Absolutely,” he breathes against your lips. He brings his mouth against yours, enveloping you in his arms. Your lips land slightly off center, mirroring how you feel, thrown out of yourself at the intensity of feeling. As he presses against you, sliding his lips along yours gently, you feel as if your world has been knocked sideways.

He pulls back and a moan leaves you at the absence, feeling bereft without his lips on yours. You lift your hands to his neck, pulling him fiercely against you, slanting your lips against his. He groans into your mouth, pressing you into the counter with his hips.

The hand on your back flexes, brushing up the fabric of your shirt and sliding along your bare skin. He swallows the whine that leaves your throat and you can feel him hardening against your thigh. The sudden rush of desire that rises in your core leaves you breathless.

As he works his mouth against yours his hand slides around to the front, brushing along your waist. You cling to him desperately, feeling unmoored as you drown in want, holding onto him as the only solid thing you can find. When his fingers graze the underside of your breast you open your mouth in surprise.

He smirks against you, taking the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth, pressing it along yours as his thumb finds your sensitive nipple over the fabric of your bra. You grip his shirt in your hands, fisting the material, trying to keep yourself together. He pulls back again, breathing heavily.

“Do you want to go all the way with this?” he asks, his hips rocking into yours, his erection brushing against your sensitive core.

You bite your lip, trying to find a rational reason to say no and finding none. You release your lip with a gasp, grinding your hips against him in response. “Yes, god yes,” you breathe.

He smirks against you, pulling your lower lip into his mouth as his hands drop to work on his belt. Now that you’ve given in fully to your desire for him, you can’t contain it. You undress each other in a flurry of clothes and lips and hands, ending up naked, pressed against each other, leaning on the counter.

He dips his hand between your legs and you gasp as he trails a finger through your folds. He grins, finding you wet and ready. A possessive gleam comes to his eyes as he slides a finger into you, watching as you close your eyes with a sigh. He crooks his finger, rubbing against that sensitive spot on your inner walls and you tilt your head up to give him a challenging stare.

He laughs and bends down to recapture your lips. After a minute he’s so hard it hurts. Unable to wait any longer, he grips your thigh, pulling your leg over his hip and positioning himself at the entrance.

Suddenly he shakes his head with a laugh. “Jesus, what was I thinking. Hang on, I have a condom somewhere,” he says and sets your leg down.

You turn, leaning against the counter on your elbows, grinning as you watch him run around the lab in the nude. “It’s nice to know you’re as affected as I am,” you say with a laugh. “I can’t think straight when you’re around.”

He laughs, glancing over at you with a grin as he digs in a drawer. “You know, I was a very organized person before you came into my life.”

“I know what you mean,” you laugh, a warmth rushing through your body that has nothing to do with lust, and all to do with another four letter l word.

He disappears into his office and emerges triumphant, holding up a condom. He rips open the package and sheathes himself. His hot gaze runs up and down your body, considering.

“You know, I think I’m going to need both my hands with you,” he says with a wicked grin. Looking around he sees a folding chair in the corner, its back against the wall. He sits down and motions you over, crooking his finger at you with a wink. “Come here.”

You walk over, spreading your legs on either side of him. His hands run up your thighs, coming to grip the flesh of your ass. You reach a hand down to grab him, positioning him against you.

As you ease down you can’t help the moan that escapes you. Needy whines leave you as his cock stretches you out. A warmth builds in you as you slide down onto him that blows away anything you’ve felt before.

He groans, his hands gripping your thighs as you adjust to the feeling of him inside you. After a beat, he starts moving. Rocking his hips, he moves within you, pushing and pulling your hips, his fingers digging into your skin.

You press your heels into the floor, tilting back to rest your hands against his legs for purchase. You swirl your hips, circling around him as he slides you back and forth on his cock. The friction is so delicious you smother a scream.

He drops his head to the wall with a thud, watching you through hooded eyes. “Has it ever felt like this for you?” he asks, his voice straining.

You laugh. “Ever the scientist. No, god. It’s never been this good before.”

A sheen of sweat comes to his brow and you grin, knowing that your skin is just as flushed. You shake your head, your mouth falling open as he snaps his hips up, driving himself into you suddenly. You hold yourself there, above him, as he thrusts into you deeply.

“Fuck, it’s too much,” you say between desperate breaths. “I feel like I’m being burned alive,” you pant, throwing your head back.

He bends back, opening up space so he can reach between you. In a rush he brings a hand to your clit, his thumb stroking you in frantic circles. His lips find the delicate joining of your neck and shoulder and he licks along it. His breath ghosts along your skin, his muffled groans turning you on more than you thought was possible.

Gently he bites down, barely pressing his teeth against your skin. But along with his bucking hips and the motion of his hand, it’s enough to send you over the edge. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you come, clinging to him as the pleasure bursts forth - more intense than you’ve ever felt, with the accompanying explosion of warmth in your core.

After a beat he sits up, wrapping an arm low across back and one across your shoulders. He rocks into you at a rapid pace, chasing his own completion. The movement pulls at your sensitive core, the aftershocks of your own orgasm making you gasp against him. He lets out a strangled moan, panting against your skin as he comes. Even after he stills he keeps his tight hold on you, not wanting to let you go just yet.

You rest your forehead against his shoulder, turning so you face his neck, inhaling his scent. You sit there in each others arms, a messy tangle of limbs and hair and lips, until your breathing finally slows. His hand runs a lazy path up and down your back as he holds you to him, the other cupping your neck as you rest against him. A growing cramp in your hip eventually forces you to sit up and readjust.

“Want to head to my place and do this again?” he asks, his eyes alight with happiness, holding your head in both of his hands.

“God, yes,” you say with a giddy laugh, leaning forward to kiss him again.

You wake in his bed, in his arms, and you think back to last night. He’d made love to you again,; softer, slower the second time. His weight on top of you, steady and grounding, as he thrust into you. His mouth against your neck, trailing hot open mouthed kisses against the skin there. Endearments and praise had spilled from his lips as you found your completion together in the darkness.

You blink, still in disbelief that it had really happened - it felt like a dream. But his body, molded to yours under the sheets, reassures you that it was real.

In movies this is the end, this is where you fall headfirst in love. An easy slide, and that’s it – happily ever after. But instead you feel off-kilter, as if you can’t firmly grasp the threads of your life. The warmth of his body, of the bed, is lulling you into a life you’re not sure you can handle.

In the morning light, things suddenly seem… messy. The carefully laid out life you’ve built for yourself feels like it’s crumbling. Fear and panic rise in you and all at once want to leave. You want to run, now.

You slide out of his arms gently, making sure not to wake him. In the dim light you dress and grab your things, heading out into the cold streets. You shiver and burrow closer into your coat, the cold air mocking you and your cowardice.

You manage not to see him for days, holing up in your apartment. He emails you, multiple times, wanting to know where you went, what’s wrong. But you leave them unanswered, unable to find the words to articulate the complex swirl of emotions and thoughts in your mind. Unsure how to reconcile the seemingly opposite desires in your heart – for him, and for peace, order; for a life where you belong only to yourself.

Now that it’s late fall the temperature has dropped. You can see your breath as you venture out to quickly grab groceries. The cool air, the lack of warmth, taunts you. But you resist, upset again that nature has forced this on you. This bond, this intensity, that you never asked for.

You miss him everywhere. Your bed feels empty, the water in the shower has returned to it’s bland sensation. The accompanying rush of heat you’d become used to whenever you think of his hands, his lips, has vanished.

His absence is almost more painful than his presence, but you stubbornly cling to the hope that you might be able to function without him.

You call out sick from your internship on Friday, thankfully getting another person on the phone and not Mark. You skip his class the following Tuesday. You ask Kelly to get you the homework and share her notes with you. She does, because she loves you. But she also knows that something is wrong the moment you ask her.

She knocks on your door later that night. “I know you’re in there, Y/N. You’d better open up or I’m going to break this door down,” she says with as much sternness as she can muster.

You crack open the door, giving her a sheepish smile as she strides into the apartment. “What’s going on with you?” she demands, folding her arms.

You shut the door with a sigh, turning to rest your back against it. “We slept together,” you blurt out.

Her jaw drops. “Oh my god, you finally gave in,” she says excitedly. “How was it? Tell me everything! I can’t fucking believe you didn’t call me like, the second after you came,” she says and you laugh out loud.

“It was incredible. I’ve never felt like that, ever. It was like I was being consumed by a wildfire. Like my very blood was going to burn,” you say, desperately willing your body to recall the sensations. You sigh in frustration when you realize you can’t.

She raises her eyebrows, holding out her hands. “So? What’s the problem? I feel like I’m missing something.”

“Kels, I can’t do this – it’s – it’s too much. Everything about this is just too much for me,” you say, bringing your thumb to your lips, chewing on the skin nervously. “Do you think it’s because of the soulmate bond… or is it because I lo-” you snap your mouth closed as if you could stifle your feelings.

“Wait – what did you just say,” she presses, a predatory look coming to her eye. She points her finger at you and you know you’re screwed. “You were about to say you love him, weren’t you?”

You cover your face with your hands. “Maybe?” you admit weakly. With a groan you drop your hands. “But how do I handle this, Kels? The way he was looking at me that night, it was so open and trusting. What do I do with that kind of power over someone? And I’ve been a wreck since I met him too. How do I cope with the fact that he has so much influence over me, it’s infuriating,” you say dejectedly.

She grins, coming over to run her hands up and down your arms soothingly. “Babe, that’s love. It’s absolutely fucking terrifying. But it’s so worth it, too. You have to give him a chance, even if you’re afraid of trusting him – trust me. I wouldn’t lie to you. And if you give it a shot, I think it’ll be better than you can imagine. But if it all goes to hell, I’ll be here for you then too,” she finishes softly, holding your gaze as you feel your eyes go misty.

You let out a shaky breath. “I can try. But what if I hurt him? What if –” you start but she claps her hand over your mouth.

She tilts her head, giving you a gentle but stern look. “You can’t know what’s going to happen in the future. But you have to at least try, okay?”

After a beat you nod and she cautiously lowers her hand. “I think you have somewhere to be, don’t you?”

“You’re right,” you say, a nervous excitement building in your stomach as you think about what you’re going to have to do.

“That’s my girl,” she says. “Now where’s that black skirt I’ve always wanted to see you in?” she says excitedly as she rushes over to your closet. You laugh and wrap your arms around yourself, smiling to yourself.

The lab is quiet, as it always is this late at night. He’s at his computer when you walk in and he turns to look at you, his eyes widening as he drinks you in. He stands up in a rush, coming over to you, stopping a few paces away, hesitating.

“It’s only been a few days, but it feels like an eternity since I saw you last,” he says with a laugh. “How do people handle this?” he muses, waving a hand between the two of you.

You grin and shrug. “I don’t know. I handled it by freaking out and running away, so I’m probably not the best person to ask,” you say, carefully watching his reaction.

He gives you a lopsided smile, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Ah. Is that what was going on? I was worried I’d pushed you too far. If you didn’t come to class on Thursday I was going to send out a search party,” he says with a smirk. “Or, more accurately, I was going to ask your friend where you were.”

You rock forward on your heels nervously. “So you still... want me, even after I left?” you ask softly.

He takes a step toward you, then another, until he’s inches away. His hands come to your waist, as if he can’t bear to wait another second to touch you.

“Y/N, it’s going to take more than that to drive me away,” he says earnestly. “I was freaked out too. It’s a lot to handle, everything we feel. But I’m willing to try and figure it out with you, if you still want me, too.”

You let out a laugh, finally looking up to meet his gaze. “‘If I want you too’? Do you really not know how much I want you? How much I think about you? You turned my world upside down and I have to focus all the time just to think about anything but you,” you say, smiling up at him.

He bites his lip as his mouth twists into a lopsided grin. “Well, you did leave me in bed all alone…” he says teasingly.

Your jaw drops in indignation and you scoff. “I guess I’ll just have to find some way to make it up to you, then,” you say seductively.

He bends down, his lips hovering over yours. “Mmm, I look forward to it,” he says with a wink.

You lean up on your toes, sealing your lips over his, pulling yourself against him. His hands wrap securely around your waist, holding you tight. He smiles against your lips, and you feverishly hope that he never lets you go.

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Now That’s What I Call A View || Bobbi and Leo

Bobbi and Leo have a house warming party for Bobbi’s new apartment.

tw marijuana & smut

Bobbi looked at the shelves full of wine before pulling down a bottle of red and a bottle of white, “Should we get some vodka or do you think we’ll be okay with just the wine?” She smiled sweetly at Leo and batted her eyelashes playfully. Browsing through the aisles she pulled down some snacks and even considered getting some port. Her parents drank port with their stuffy work friends, and Bobbi was a qualified neurosurgeon, she knew boring and yet her parents friends were still just beyond that. “You can decide, I think you’ll know this best.” She smiled sweetly and pulled out some drachmas. “It is still so weird that everything is done with coins, I miss notes.”

Leo made a gesture to her, asking if she wanted him to take the bottles. “I mean, even if we don’t drink the vodka today, it just means that you have it for a later date.” His taste in alcohol had changed a bit from what he enjoyed in high school to now. He still loved his fruity drinks, but he also enjoyed things like whiskey and wine now. He plucked a nice bottle of vodka out for them, bringing it over to her. “This one is pretty smooth. It’s pretty good.” He laughed,“You’ll get used to it. When I first went into the mortal world, I had no idea why you all used paper money. Paper has no real value behind it.”

Raising an eyebrow gently, Bobbi looked at the bottle of vodka critically before placing it in her basket along with the bottles of wine. Heading over to the cashier, she handed over a stack of drachmas before accepting her alcohol in a paper bag. “Come on, lets get this party started,” she giggled, half dancing out of the shop, elation filling her as she shimmied towards her apartment. She’d never thought that she would feel this happy to see someone and yet at the same time she couldn’t help but feel like she was the luckiest person in the world. New Rome was gorgeous, she was around other people like her, for the first time ever she felt completely safe and to make everything even better she was once more reunited with Leo. Someone who was unquestionably the love of her life. As she slid the keys into her apartment door, she slipped into her sparsely decorated accommodation and pulled down two wine glasses from what she’d already managed to pack. “Red or white first?” she asked playfully.”

Leo laughed as she danced out,“I’ve missed you.” He really had, his chest hurt remembering how much he had missed her. “I’ve missed you and your silly dancing too.” He simply just wanted to hold her hand at that moment, she was so adorable. He wanted to dance with her. He wanted to do anything and everything with her. Leo could spend the rest of his life just watching her dance. He looked over her apartment, and wanted to liven it up automatically. “You need more art on your walls. It’s good for the soul.” He thought it over quickly,”White.”

Her curls bouncing as she danced about, Bobbi spun and smiled brightly at Leo. “I’ve missed you too, I’ve missed having someone to dance for.” Andrew had never really got the dancing. He was sweet but he’d never seen the charm in it. Leo adored everything that she did and she found herself adoring everything that he was. It was just the way that they worked with one another. “Well, it is a good thing that I know a very good artist who can fill my walls up with original works.” She smiled brightly and poured them both glasses of white wine before passing one over to Leo. Shimming over to her record player, she pulled a record down from her collection and placed it on the player. “The Smiths are the best day dancing music that we’ve got available, so think yourself lucky that I’m treating you to the best.”

Leo knew that she had missed him, but still, hearing it out loud made his heart skip a beat. It had only been a little while she was back in his life and he already couldn’t imagine it without her. “With me you will always have someone to dance for.” He promised quietly and with a soft smile. Looked the walls over and nodded. “I think there are a few pieces I have that would look nice with what you have already. If you wanted, you could come by my studio sometime and look for stuff you like.” The idea of having Bobbi own his art was exciting and he wanted her to have the best stuff. He lifted his glass to her a bit,“Let’s toast to you being here, to the Smiths, and to your amazing dance moves.”

Swaying to the sound of Girlfriend in a Comma, Bobbi spun around and ‘accidentally’ bumped into Leo, laying her head against his chest, she took a sip of her wine and enjoyed being enveloped in his presence once more. “Well, you know that I would love to come by and choose everything, but you’d better limit me otherwise you won’t have anything left.” In the good old days she’d spent hours doing work in preparation for college whilst Leo just sat and drew, or painted, or did something. “Let’s toast to the fact that we’re back together, let’s toast to our apartments and to happy accidents.” She clinked her glass against Leo’s and smiled brightly before drinking a large mouthful of wine. She planned on getting quite drunk, not that that was really saying much because she didn’t exactly drink very often.

The feeling of Bobbi’s hand on his chest left him feeling warm in ways he hadn’t in years. She wasn’t a fever dream, every time she touched him it reproved it for him. Leo swayed a bit, sipping his wine, but resisted the urge to join her just yet. He wanted to watch her dance for a bit first. “Take whatever you want. I’ll make more.” He probably shouldn’t promise that considering that he has clients and patrons that wanted their art, but he wanted to give Bobbi everything she deserved. Which was everything. “I’ll drink to that.” He grinned and took a large sip of his wine. “Should I get ready to pour you another glass?” He teased.

Twirling to the music, Bobbi laughed to herself. She’d always been kind of weird. As a kid she had done weird things, pretended to talk to fish, claimed that there was a man with one eye at her school and stuff like that. In high school she’d done her best to repress it, as most teenagers often do. However, she’d never managed to lose it and to this very day she would still enjoy herself in whatever manner she possibly could. “Oh, well I’ll keep you to that promise,” she said with a bright giggle as she finished what was left of her wine, “Well, since you’ve offered I think that it would be downright rude to say no.” She held out her empty glass, doing her best not to sway. She’d never been good at holding her drink, and she was pretty sure that she was tipsy.

There was nothing better than hearing Bobbi’s laughs and giggles. They were quite honestly the brightest sound in the entire world, or at least they were to Leo. In high school he had tried to make her laugh everyday, and suddenly, he was filled with the need to make her laugh everyday she spent in New Rome. “You can have whatever you want from me,” He told her sincerely. “Paintings or anything else.” He hadn’t been able to give himself to her fully when she moved to New York, he couldn’t leave his siblings to his father’s mercy. Now, with her here, he could. He let out a laugh at her swaying,“It looks like I have to catch up with you.” He poured her drink, and took a long sip of his own before topping it off.

Some of her best memories of high school were of being tipsy with Leo, the better ones were of being high with him. “You’ve got weed right?” Bobbi asked playfully before bursting into another fit of giggles and pulling Leo towards her. “Well, right now I want you to dance with me, we can work out the other stuff later, but for now we can dance.” She pulled him close and wrapped her arms around him, holding herself as close to him as she could. She could smell his aftershave and deodorant, she could sense him right there next to her and if she listened carefully with her ear pressed to his chest she was sure that she could hear his heartbeat.” Placing her wine glass on the side, she smiled and hummed quietly along to the melody of the song.

Leo let out a laugh,“Of course, I have weed. I always have weed.” That wasn’t even a lie. Ever since he had been introduced to it, he had it on him pretty constantly. He didn’t get high everyday, though he was certainly a stoner. Leo just appreciated the feeling of being both high and sober. “Do you want to smoke?” He asked, before she wrapped her arms around him. He held her as close as he could, savoring the feeling of her being right there. “Then we can dance. We can dance as long as you want to dance.” He pressed a kiss into her hair, then pressed his cheek against the top of her head, savoring the sweet moment they were having.

Maybe it wasn’t something he shouldn’t boast, but having weed on him all the time had come in handy more than once. Leo could never be sure that there wouldn’t be a situation that called for it somewhere. “That was a good time you have to admit,” Bobbi had been his best friend before his girlfriend, so once someone had introduced him to weed, he had to introduce her. Best friends don’t not offer weed to their friends. “Want a joint or are you feeling something else?” Leo usually smoked joints, though he owned a few glass pieces to change it up. It felt like time stopped when she kissed him. He let her lead, his kiss back soft and patient. He didn’t want to push her.

“A very good time,” Bobbi agreed peacefully, finally starting to feel content with her lot in life. Perhaps for the first time in ten years since she had left Leo behind at the airport and flown across the country, “I’m not the expert. You choose.” Hardly true, she had done a good chunk of her doctorate on the use of Marijuana as a pain treatment in cancer patients and other forms of terminal illness. Pulling away from the kiss, she twirled over to the record player and pulled an album by the Cure down, placing it on the spindle, she set the needle and watched it turn. “Have you got a balcony too?” she asked looking at the small patio that jutted off of the side of her building.

Leo smiled at the memory, it was easily one of his favorites. Most of his favorite memories included the woman who was in his arms at that moment. She had brought a brightness in his life he hadn’t even realize he was missing. “I have rolling paper with me, so might as well just do a joint. Just so I don’t have to go to my apartment to grab anything.” He watched her twirl over to the record player with a look of adoration over his face. He’d missed her so much. He vaguely wondered if this is what New York would have been like. “I do. Couldn’t go without it, I wanted to be able sit there and drink my coffee. And smoke, of course.”

Pushing the doors to her balcony open, Bobbi breezed out of the doors and into the open air. The snow kept falling and Bobbi watched it as Leo rolled the joint. It was interesting watching him work. “I feel like I’m in high school all over again,” she replied with a giggle. The look of concentration that took over him as he started rolling was truly something else and she was always impressed by the joints that he rolled for her. As he worked she poured them the last of the white wine and flicked the heater that she kept on her balcony on. It had originally been for something else, but she’d jerry rigged it so she wouldn’t get cold here in the morning, grabbing a stack of blankets she set them on the table along with their wine before wrapping one around herself and slipping onto one of the sofas that was kept out here. “I’ve always wanted one, they’d never have them in New York but this seems to be the city of my dreams, its brought you back to me and its given me a balcony.”

His fingers gently did their work as she watch, his eyebrows furrowed a bit in concentration. Leo let out a little laugh,“Watching me roll right after I got out of practice?” Leo had been a part of both the soccer and lacrosse team, which meant a good majority of his afternoons were spent at practice. He glanced out at the snow with a smile before finishing the joint. “I love it when it snows here. I love the snow.” He handed it to her before pulling a blanket around himself as well. He sat next to her and offered her a lighter. “The perfect mix of things you’d want in a city?” He asked curiously.

Bobbi had spent most of high school doing extra curriculars after school. She swum on the school team, but that was as far as it went in terms of sports. But extra credit was a thing that she was deeply into and they’d always hang out for a bit before returning home once they’d done their various activities. She remembered them sitting underneath the bleachers with a joint, like the world’s greatest cliche. “Those were some of my favourite moments,” she took the lighter off of him delicately and a painted thumb struck the flint several times,” watching the lighter spark and finally ignite, she smirked and nodded, “the perfect balance of perfect and not so perfect.” She looked below her at the dirty snow, it seemed so different to the pure white snow on the rooftops opposite her and yet she couldn’t help but see the beauty in both. Taking a long drag on the joint, she allowed the smoke to fill her lungs before exhaling a cloud from her nose and mouth. She watched it form and float away, a smile drifting across her lips.

On the days Leo didn’t have practice, he was either at art club or in one of the art studio rooms. His teachers saw pretty quickly how talented he was and so he had ended up with a key to the studio space, only after he promised not to use it for anything that wasn’t art. Even though it had been so tempting to drag Bobbi in there with him, Leo respected the studio too much to break that promise. “Do you remember when at the beginning I tried to hide that I was high from Cat and Jax? I’m pretty sure they knew the first time we smoke under those bleachers.” He was their big brother and therefore didn’t want them to know, at least not right away, that he had snuck off with his girlfriend after practices to smoke. Especially on the days he made them late because of it. “It grows on you.” He said softly, looking at his secret home city. He loved it in New Rome, more than any other city he had ever seen. He laughed,“You look like a dragon right now.”

Laughter bubbled out from between her lips and she threw her head back in joy. “Of course I remember. You tried to wear sunglasses even though it was getting dark. I don’t know what was funnier, Jax working out what you’d done or Cat gently hinting at it even though she hadn’t seen whether she was right or not.” Bobbi smiled peacefully, memories like this were what kept her going and she wasn’t willing to give up on a single one of them. She’d never forget high school and there wasn’t a single doubt within her that it was the best time of her life. Throwing her head back she exhaled another thick white cloud of smoke and shrugged nonchalantly. “Well, I’ve always wanted to be a fire breathing lizard, you’re so sweet for saying.” She giggled and passed the joint over to him. “This is nice,” she admitted, watching the snow tumble in front of them.

His shoulder nudged her’s,“To be fair, my eyes were so bloodshot I had to do something. Thank god, I learned to bring eye drops to school with me. Though, it didn’t help that I was laughing at everything they said.” Leo liked to laugh when he was high, though he also liked to laugh when he was sober, so there wasn’t much of a benchmark for the difference in his behavior. He was still relatively functional high, which did him well considering how many times he’s been high in front of his family. He took the joint from her, and took a large hit, blowing smoke rings as he exhaled. He wanted to look cool for her. “I’m glad I finally helped you realize your dream. I’ll have to get you a dragon scale necklace just so the look is complete.” He smiled,“Fun fact, I’ve always wanted to sit in the snow with you.”

Raising an eyebrow gently, Bobbi giggled as the high started to set in. Once upon a time she could match Leo joint for joint, but being so previously busy with work she had never been able to keep up the tourism. “Well, when you smoke as much as we did for your first time ever then your eyes are going to be bloodshot, my brothers had to sneak me in through the back of the house because they realised what had happened straight away. They’ve never let me forget it. Watching him blow smoke rings, she slipped back in her chair and giggled. The entire world was very fluffy and she couldn’t find herself caring. Smiling back to him, Bobbi smiled once more. “I’m glad that you helped me too, I’m just lucky that I’ve got someone like you to help me realise that.” She sat back and raised an eyebrow as she realised what he was saying. “Wait, Dragons are real?!” gobsmacked she slipped back into the chair and found herself smiling at his comment. “That is the sweetest thing I’ve heard all day Leo,” she reached out and slipped her hand into his.

Contrary to popular belief, Leo rarely smoked weed while he was painting. He didn’t like to think that the paints might be mixing with the paint, he worried it would change the composition of the actual paint. However, he did often smoke before or after a painting, as long as he was in the room over and the smoke wouldn’t hit the drying paint. “They saved your ass that day, though I was pretty sure for a while that they were gonna kick mine for getting you high. Your brothers are a bit scary at times.” He had faced monsters and wars, but Bobbi’s family was scarier to him. He had to impress them. He took a long hit, exhaling the smoke slowly, before passing back to her. “I’ll always be there to push you to your full potential,” He teased, but paused trying to word it correctly,“Yeah, but Drakons are the ones you have to worry about.” He mentally added a beastry to his list of needed items for her. He squeezed her hand,“It’s just the truth. I always thought it wouldn’t happen.”

Bobbi had always loved having three older brothers. She wasn’t sure what it was, the five year age difference between her and her youngest brother meant that they had all been much more tolerant with her than most siblings. But their constant protection (whether or not she wanted it) and care for her had always made her feel safe, at least until she discovered that there was a world full of mythological gods, giants, monsters and heroes. Suddenly three linebackers didn’t seem so intimidating. “Yes, I was fortunate that they were so kind with me.” She assumed that it was because they’d all been through their own escapades with weed when they were younger. “I think it actually bought some respect,” she suggested with a smile, “even if they did try and kick your ass.” She had asked them not to, insisting it had been her idea (which was far from the truth but she was responsible for her own actions). Gently taking the joint from him, she took another long drag and allowed the smoke to circle above her. “Well, I’m lucky to have you.” Shifting her legs off the floor and underneath her, Bobbi took a breath and stared into the snow. “As long as Drakons don’t turn up, I think that we can just enjoy this bucket-list-fulfilling moment.

Leo liked Bobbi’s older brothers, and he certainly respected them, but he had always been nervous been around them. He wasn’t exactly the person most people would imagine would be with Bobbi, at least he didn’t think he was. Andrew was someone he imagined with Bobbi, though he knew that was because he was in a field more people found respectful. “I didn’t want to have to pretend to let your brothers beat me up.” He laughed, pretty confident that even as a young teen they wouldn’t have done too much damage. He looked over at her, trying to memorize how she looked. He wanted to paint her like this. “I think we have plenty of time to hit more bucket list moments to come as well.”

“Yes well I pointed out to them that I was more than capable of making my own decisions and it wasn’t as if you exactly forced the smoke down my throat,” Bobbi gave him a dazzling smile and considered what her life would be like if she were to live without Leo. No one had ever seemed to understand why she loved him so much, but she’d known why she’d loved him since the beginning. It was the fierce kindness and selflessness in his eyes. It was the way his beard grew back in when it was shaved off. It was the way that he looked at a canvas as he painted. These were the reasons that she’d never fallen in love with someone other than Leo, and she’d never fallen out of love with him either. Pulling the blanket off of her shoulders, she took a second drag of the joint before crossing the distance between them. Sliding her knees past his hips, she sat on his lap, looking straight into his eyes. Tapping ash off the end of the joint she leaned forward and kissed him. “I’ve missed you so much,” she whispered.

Leo let out a full laugh,”That’s why I love y-“ He fit himself off with a blush, realizing the drinking and the smoking we’re getting to him. “You’ve always been so self assured and you never let other people put their ideas on you.” He glances away from her, feeling tentative about what he just said. He was so scared of forcing her into something she didn’t want. She had kissed him, a few times now, but he worried that it wasn’t love she was looking for. And he was okay with that, as long as he got to hold her. Once she was in his lap, his hand automatically fell to her hips, though once he realized he shifted them up to her waist. In between the kisses, Leo whispered,”I thought about you everyday.”

Looking him straight in the eye, Bobbi face cracked into a wide smile. “I love you too,” she said leaning in and kissing him as smoked streamed out of her nose. “I’ve always known exactly what it was that I wanted,” she replied, decisiveness was never something she’d struggled with. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against him, her fingers running down his chest and her fingers dancing over his muscular chest and abs. “I missed you everyday that you weren’t with me,” she replied quietly, “I never loved Andrew either,” she whispered, “never in the same way as you. You’ve been my first and only love, I don’t think I’d find someone that I care for as much as you.”

The grin and look of dumbstruck joy he had on his face probably made him look like an idiot. Leo didn’t care if he looked like an idiot, the confirmation of her feelings was something he hadn’t thought he’d get for a while. “If you say that enough times, I might react like I did the last time.” He said lightly, thinking of how he had cried the first time she had said those word to him. The emotion in his throat threatened it anyway. “That’s part of how I fell in love with you. You were unapologetic about what you wanted and it was so refreshing and inspiring.” Bobbi was part of the reason Leo finally admitted he wanted to be an artist as a career path. As her finger re-explored his chest and abs, one hand traced lightly against her side. “I had to stop myself from calling you everyday. You were my biggest what if.” He admitted. Bobbi set Leo on fire in a way no other person had ever had. He kissed her neck softly,“I couldn’t find anyone that was enough like you to date. I was trying to replace you, but you are irreplaceable.”

Smirking gently, Bobbi’s fingers left his chest for a moment to run a finger over his jawline, down his chin and down the center of his stomach. Her finger lingered above the top of his trousers, running over his hips and gently stroking across his waistline. “I hate it when you cry, even if you’re happy when you do it, you’ve got the most perfect face and I hate it when it creases with negative emotions.” She remembered the first time that they had admitted it to one another, she had felt her heart swell with pain as tears trickled down his face and she knew she’d never be happy if he wasn’t. At least not if they were together. “I’ve tried to be patient with you,” she whispered in his ear, “now I need you to take me right here on this balcony or I’ll go back to New York and never come back. If sitting in the snow was one of your life long dreams I can’t imagine what fucking in the snow will be like.”

Focusing on both what Bobbi was saying and what her hands were doing were turning out more difficult than Leo was expecting. She overwhelmed him in a way he had never been before he had met her. It was a wonderful feeling. His thumb rubbed against her side, soothingly. “It’s happy tears I promise. I’m an unfortunately emotional person, was never able to grow out of that.” He couldn’t imagine how he wouldn’t cry on their wedding day, if they got there. Thinking about marrying Bobbi got him emotional in a way he couldn’t explain. He nodded mutely, staring up at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. “You riding me in the snow is something I have dreamed of.” His hands began to pull off her shirt, lips peppering kisses up her neck.

His fingers were practiced enough to make quick work of her blouse, slipping it off her as soon as he could. Leo loved boobs, Leo loved Bobbi’s boobs, which was probably part of the reason he started calling her Boobi. One of his large hands moved to cup her breast through her bra, as the other snaked behind her to start undoing the clasp. It was pretty clear that Leo was far better at this than he had been in his younger years. It used to take him forever to get her out of her bra. “That we have in common, your passion drove me to do better in the things I love.” Bobbi had always lit something in Leo that no other person could and he was already extremely turned on. Leo closed his eyes at her last sentence and whispered to her,“Bobbi, I need you to get out of your pants right now or I might rip them off of you and I really don’t want to ruin pants that make your ass look that good.”

“I’m glad that I was the one that drove you onto bigger and better things,” Bobbi replied in a tense whisper as Leo began to play and tease her breasts, his fingers leaving her nipples hard and tense as she peppered kisses down Leo’s chest, biting his nipple playfully before slipping off of his lap and pulling her skinny jeans off her slender legs. Honestly buying Jeans that made her ass look good was a real struggle, mainly because she had such a big ass. But these jeans had been selected for that exact reason. Wearing nothing but a black thong and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders, she pulled Leo’s trousers down so that they sat along his ankles before kissing down his chest. Her lips stopped on each of his abs before moving onto the next one, settling above his member before she took it in his mouth, sucking playfully on the end of it as she slowly began to take more of it into her mouth. Pulling away for air she looked up at him and smiled. “I know your more of a boob man than an ass man, but it is nice to know that you appreciate me regardless.”

Leo had a reply on his lips, but he completely forgot what he was even going to say when her teeth teased his nipple. He watched her with heavy lidded eyes and he was sure watching Bobbi taking off her pants was probably the sexiest thing he had ever seen in his life. Well, Bobbi was the sexiest woman he’d ever seen, so it did make sense. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” He whispered to her, his voice husky. His eyes closed as her lips touched his abs, savoring the feeling of her plush lips against his skin. His hand gathered as much of her hair as he could, trying to keep it out of her face. He moaned quietly as she took him in her mouth, resisting the urge to push deeper into her. “I think… When it comes to you, I appreciate everything.”

Taking more and more of him in her mouth, Bobbi held as much of his member in her mouth as she could possibly manage before allowing his now throbbing dick to slip out of her mouth. Grasping it with her hand, she leaned forward and kissed Leo, one of her hands taking his and pressing it against her crotch, “You’re only saying that because we’re fucking,” she teased, “or at least we soon will be.” She kissed him again, their lips colliding and snow pouring around them. She was high, she was drunk and she didn’t care. This was something she needed, it was something she’d wanted for so long and now he was here with her she couldn’t get enough of him. “I’m glad that you appreciate everything,” she whispered to him once more, a hand toying with one of her nipples as she kissed him, “because I’ve missed you and your hands so much.”

Leo wasn’t sure what god he pleased enough to be given the opportunity to fuck Bobbi on a balcony while the snow was falling, but he thanked them with every fiber of his being. He grinned when she took his hand and guided it where she wanted. He rubbed against her slowly through her panties, teasing her with how slow he was going. “You’re the most beautiful woman everyday, Boob. Even when you wake up in the morning and your hair’s all messy. Especially then.” Was Leo the type to get really sappy during sex? Yes, he was. He bite her lip, tugging at the delicate skin slightly. He wanted to ask her if she thought of him when she fucked Andrew, but pushed down the possessive side of himself. “What else have you missed about me, baby?” He asked his voice low, as his other hand went to her breast and he began to roll her nipple between his fingers.

Gasping in response to Leo’s touch, Bobbi threw her head back and groaned. His fingers seemed to know exactly the right places to brush, maybe it was just because she hadn’t been intimate with someone that she truly cared for in such a long time that now that she was finally back with Leo everything seemed to be better than it had ever been before. “I’m nowhere near as beautiful as you,” she replied with a smirk before she kissed him passionately, biting his lip gently and leaning forward. “I’ve missed everything,” she moaned, her hand grabbing his member and massaging it, “I need you,” she moaned, guiding him up as she leaned forward, shifting her underwear out the way, she slid him up inside of her and let out a low moan of pleasure as she felt him fill her. “Fuck,” she groaned.

Leo’s head tipped back as she lowered herself onto him, somehow just the pure fact that it was Bobbi made this so much better for him. His thumb moved to her clit, brushing against it as he moved to nibble against her shoulder and collarbone. He rocked his hips slightly, desperate for her to start moving. His other hand squeezed and teased her nipple, hoping to get her to cum before he did. “You missed my cock inside you?” His voice was a low and gravely, far different from his typical. He paused suddenly looking up at Bobbi in a moment of concern,“Wait, Bobbi, are you on birth control?” He was sure she was, but he had to make sure. Her career probably couldn’t afford a kid right now.

Bobbi arched her back in pleasure for a moment as she settled onto Leo’s cock, it sat inside of her for a moment before she began to rock herself back and forth, lifting herself slowly up and down, moving faster and faster as she slid him further and further inside of her. Holding her thong to one side, she groaned in pleasure as Leo played with her clit. “I’ve missed it so much,” she moaned as another wave of pleasure enveloped her, “I’ve missed your big cock inside me.” She kissed him until he pulled away, the concern in his eyes was what she’d missed. Andrew probably did love her, but she was never sure if it was because of her looks, her job or something else. Leo had loved her before she’d gotten any of those, she’d always known it and that made things seem more genuine. “Don’t worry,” she said, placing a single finger on his lips to shush him, rocking back on his cock she kissed him, “I’m on birth control.”

Leo moved the hand that was previously entertaining her breast to her ass, giving the round cheek a light spank. He groaned into their kiss, the feeling of Bobbi around him absolutely delicious. “Show me how much you missed it, babe. Fuck me like you mean it,” He growled to her, thumb circling her clit faster. As much as he loved Bobbi, and eventually wanted kids, the thought of them right now terrified him. “Oh, thank the gods. I couldn’t handle babies right now,” he was truly thankful that he didn’t have to really worry about a pregnancy scare coming from this. He kissed her back hard as the snow was beginning to be blown a bit into them, landing in both of their hair.

Riding his cock harder and harder, Bobbi was almost breathless from the effort that it took for her to fuck Leo this hard. Her whole body was in a near constant state of pleasure as he simultaneously rubbed her clit and continuously planted his cock against her G spot. Moaning into a kiss Bobbi breathlessly pulled away for a second, her hips still gyrating furiously. “Is that good enough for you baby?” She asked as she moaned, feeling an orgasm come over her, she rode him hard and held him close as she came, kissing him furiously and biting his lip at its peak. “Fuck,” she gasped as she continued to move up and down on his member, “I haven’t been fucked like that before.” She smirked gently as she planted a kiss on his lips.

Bobbi fucking him like this had Leo’s head spinning. He knew the end was in sight, tension building up in his belly. He stared up at her, watching the movement of her tits particularly. He leaned forward instead of answering her, catching a nipple in his mouth. He sucked lightly before swirled his tongue around the peak. Pulling back he placed a kiss against her sternum, breathlessly answering,“Fuck, Bobbi. You’re doing so well.” He keeps his eyes open, though they protested, when Bobbi rode out her orgasm. He wanted to sear into his memory how she looked as she came. “I’m going to cum, baby.” He warned her, his hand shifting to grasp her hips as he groaned again.

As she kept moving, Bobbi couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips as Leo toyed with her pert nipples. Ecstasy rushing around her body as her orgasm faded, with a moan of pleasure she kissed him and kept moving. “Cum for me baby,” she moaned, “come on, fill me up.” A free hand cupped Leo’s cheek while she kept riding, her hips slamming against his over and over again.

Leo’s hands gripped her hips tighter as she rode him hard, fingertips pressing into her soft flesh. He bite her lip, but let go to let out a moan. He thrusted up, burying himself fully in her as he groaned loudly, his own orgasm hitting him. His eyes shut as he came deep in her, stomach muscles tight. Finally, his body relaxed, hands moving to rub her hips where his fingers pressed in. “Fuck, Bobbi. I don’t think I’ve had sex like that before.” He finally opened his eyes, looking up at her with a sloppy grin. His hands rubbed up her sides,“I missed you riding me.”

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