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smalltowngrl86 · 3 months

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Dean Winchester x reader Warning: Language, smut Word Count: Approximately 2900

So.

This is my first time writing smut AND posting on here.

(take it easy on my po ass, y'all 😂😂)

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When you woke up, the sun was filtering through the pine trees outside the window of your house. You sighed happily and looked at your husband. "Dean Winchester," you whispered, smiling as the sun kissed his features, "how did I ever end up with a man like you?" There was a soft knock on the door followed by the sound of your daughter's excited voice. "Mama, can we open presents now?" "Just wait a bit, baby." You whispered back as she stepped in. "Can I come sit with you and daddy?" Mary asked. "Sure." You invited, scooting over to make room for her in bed, "Is uncle Sam awake?" "Yeah. He's making coffee and breakfast." "Okay. Make sure your daddy doesn't run away on me." You muttered, crawling out of bed as quickly and quietly as you could. "Where are you going, mama?" Your daughter asked, pulling the covers up around her torso. "To Say good morning to Sam." You answered, clicking the door shut behind you. As soon as you reached the kitchen, your senses groaned with hunger for food. It all smelled so good. There was sausage, bacon, eggs, pancakes, and best of all, French Toast. "Sammy! What're you doing?!" You said, scarin Sam. "Holy smokes, Y/N! You really scared me! I'm making breakfast." "So I smell…" You whispered, walking over to him and wrapping your arms around his waist in a hug. "How'd you sleep last night, Y/N?" Sam asked, rubbing your back. "Good. Dean snored literally all night until about 5:30 this morning." You smiled, squeezing Sam and then getting a cup of coffee. "Typical," he laughed as you took a seat at the bar, "when we were living in hotels NON-STOP, he would snore all damn night." "It's only after a really long day, though. I think he does it when he's really tired." You noted, picking at a pancake with a fork. "You gonna eat that?" Sam asked, arching a brow and gesturing at the pancake with a spatula. "Eventually." You said sweetly. "Mama! Mama!" Mary yelled excitedly, running down the stairs into the living room. "In here, darlin." You called, smiling at Sam. "Mama! Mama!" She repeated, and came tearing around the corner of the kitchen. "Mama! Can we open presents?!" Dean asked, grinning tiredly like an idiot. You couldn't help but smile equally stupidly as you more or less drooled at the sight of your husband. His dumb ass came strutting down the stairs, hair still messed up from sleeping, shirtless with his grey sweats hanging loosely off his hips, and his voice still deep with sleep. No matter What he ever said, he was perfect in the morning in your opinion. His tired smile made your smile widen impossibly bigger. "Starin problem, beautiful?" Dean asked, kissing your forehead and sitting down next to you. "What? Yea- I mean No!" You caught yourself. "It's alright. Not everyday you get to see this." He grinned, squeezing your knee lightly. "Yeah, it is. I get to wake up next to you about 9 times out of 10." You sassed back. "Daaamn….easy." Dean smiled, getting up and pulling Sam into a bro hug, "How'd you sleep last night, Sammy? Really." He asked seriously. "Okay, I guess. Not too bad of dreams." Sam answered in a quiet voice. "Mama, can we open presents, now?" Your daughter pled, tugging on your pants leg. "Yes, Mary. We can open presents." You said. "I have the oven on low so I can stick for in there and keep in warm." Sam added, leaning into Dean and putting his arm around his brother's shoulder. "Okay. Let's kick this bitch in the teeth." Dean said, slapping Sam on the back.

"DEAN! NOT IN FRONT OF THE CHILD!" You laughed, yelping when he grabbed your ass with a wink.

"Mama, who is this one to?" Mary asked, holding up a bag filled with bright blue and red tissue paper. "That one is fooorr….dad. I think, lemme see." You said, trying to remember. "Yep. That's from Uncle Sam." "Here, daddy." She said, dropping it on the floor in front of your half asleep husband with a heavy thud. "Woah! What's tha-. Okay." Dean said, suddenly awake. Sam smiled to himself. "Hope it didn't break your floor." "Oh, hush." Dean glared at Sam as he tore the tissue paper out of the bag. "FIVE FRICKIN POUNDS OF SNICKERS?! HOLY SMOKES, SAMMY. WHERE'D YOU FIND THIS?! THANK YOU!!" "There's a wonderful place you'll probably never set foot in called " Sam's Club"." "Did you go there on the name?" You asked, skeptically. "Forget that, darlin'. We got 5 whole POUNDS of snickers!" Dean said with a smile, his eyes lovingly and sarcastically telling you to shut the hell up. "Naw. I was buying all of my canned stuff and whatnot when I saw that on the shelf and instantly thought of Dean." "Aww…thanks, Sammy." Dean said, hugging his little brother tightly. "Mama, can I open this one?" Mary begged from under the tree. "What's it say?" You asked "From Dad & Mom." She answered. "Yep," You said, then turned to Dean, "where's the one from you to Sam?" "In the garage." Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows mischievously. "Oh god." You groaned, smiling. "Do you know what I even got him?" Dean asked, arching a brow.

"No…but have the feeling I'll find out." You shook your head with a grin.

"Dean…I- I don't know what to say… I mean, this is great." Sam stuttered, rubbing his neck and trying to search for an appropriate response as he gazed on the sleek 1968 blue Chevy convertible Camaro sitting in the garage. "How 'bout "thank you, Dean. You're the best brother anyone could've ever asked for. How can I ever repay you, oh, marvelous one?' ." Dean said in a mock serious tone with a flourishing bow. "Jesus, Winchester, don't flatter yourself." You grinned, grabbing his ass, causing him to jump. "Thank you, Dean. Really. This is incredible." Sam said, pulling Dean onto a tight hug. "You're welcome, Sam. I love ya, man." Dean replied, patting Sam on the back and squeezing him tightly. "I love you, too." Sam said quietly, squeezing Dean back. "Don't worry, Y/N. I'll get you one next year." Dean said, rolling his eyes and looping is arms around your waist. "I don't mind being passenger princess until then." You smiled, kissing Dean's warm lips softly. "Fine by me. I want food, though. Let's eat." Dean announced, grabbing your hand and walking back to the house. "Of course you want food." Sam laughed from behind you two.

"Daddy always wants food." Mary agreed from on top of Sam's shoulders.

Breakfast was, as you had expected, amazing. Everything was done perfectly and tasted like heaven. "Sam," Dean managed with a slight laugh between drinking coffee and stuffing his face with French toast, "this is really good. "Glad to heard it. Needin' anything, Y/N?" Sam asked, turning to you. "A nap?" You asked, smiling, "no, I'm alright for now. Thank you, though, Sam." You added, wrapping an arm around Sam's shoulders. "Uncle Sam, can I have more sausage?" Mary asked politely, holding up her plate. "Sure, the links or the patty." Sam offered. "Links, thank you." Dean looked at you with surprise in his perfect green eyes. You shook your head to say "no clue" and took another drink of your coffee. Mary was usually fairly polite, but never on this scale. "You two," Sam said, getting yours and Dean's attention, "I gave her a couple pointers when you two were busy sleeping your lives away." "I slept until 6:30 this morning, thank you." Dean sassed, jokingly rolling his eyes with a warm smile. "Whatever." Sam laughed. "I'm doing dishes!" You announced, jumping up and starting to run dish water. "No, you're not!" Sam argued, picking you up and setting you down across the floor. "Sam, you made breakfast. I will do dishes." You complained jokingly, starting back towards the sink. "No, you won't. I live here just as much as you do. I will do the dishes." Sam reasoned, grabbing you up in his arms "Just let him do the damn dishes, Y/N," Dean interrupted with a wave of his hand, "besides I still have to give you your gift." "The hell does that mean?" Sam and you asked at the same time, you whipping around in his arms. Dean looked at you like it was obvious. "Winchester, I have no idea what you're talking about. It could be anything from a fight between me and Mike frickin' Tyson to a new puppy. You have to let me in on this." You said, raising my eyebrows at him. Dean closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a sigh. "Sam, we'll be about an hour." "Oh, god…."Sam groaned, " lock the door so Mary isn't gonna be traumatized like me." "See? Sam gets it!" Dean laughed, grabbing your hand and leading you up the stairs.

"If you had said that, I probably would've, too." You said, shaking your head with a chuckle.

When Dean had shut the door and locked it, you knew you were in for it. An hour? This could be some pretty filthy sex. You thought, sitting on the edge of the bed, awaiting your "gift". "Clothes." Dean ordered, pulling his pants off. You listened and yanked your sweatshirt off over your head and pulled your sweatpants off to reveal some lacy, black, lingerie that Dean had bought you for your 2nd anniversary. Dean had a staring problem. Big time. But only when it came to you or to pie. Pie was your only competitor. He was practically drooling just looking at you. "We doin this, or ya just gonna stare at me?" You asked, pulling on the waistband of your panties. "We're doin this." Dean confirmed, pushing you down on the bed and sliding your panties off. Dean started a your lips and began kissing and leaving hickeys down your body, ending at your ankle. Then, he went back up, lingering at your inner thigh and your chest. Then, he quickly went back down to your soaked sex."Dean, please…just fuck me." You whined as He traced a shape on your folds with his tongue. "Been a minute since we did this last. Wanna take my time." "Well, you only have a handful minutes." You noted breathily as he pushed two fingers inside of you. "Mmm-hmm." He mumbled, curling his fingers inside of you, causing you to cry out in ecstasy, "Hey, hey…gotta be quieter than that." He added gently, covering your mouth his his rough, calloused hand, and beginning to pump his fingers in and out. The faster his went, the tighter the band of pleasure got in your stomach. Your head fell back against the pillows and immediately Dean had you picking your head back up and watching his every move while he fingered you. "Dean…please…" You whimpered, so close to letting go. "What? What do you want. Use your words." He said, his green eyes flooded with lust. "I want your- Oh, God!" You cried as your high washed over you, your walls clenching around Dean's hand. Dean pulled his hand from between your legs and wiped his fingers on the towel he had grabbed off he towel rack in the bathroom. "What is it you want, sweetheart?" He purred from between your legs. "I need your dick it your tongue or something, Winchester. Don't tease me." You whispered. Dean obliged by sticking his head back down in between your legs and licking one solid line up and down your middle and then suddenly sticking his tongue inside you. All the while, he had you watching and keep eye contact with him. Just as you were about to cum all over his pretty face, he brought his head out and kissed your lips, the taste of you lingering heavily in his mouth.

You grinned devilishly as you brought you hand to Dean's hardening member and began to slowly slide your hand up and down its length. Dean groaned and pulled your bra off quickly. "You're so wet I don't think I even need any lube." He whispered, squirting the cold gel into the palm of his hand, rubbing his dick up and down and your pussy as he lined up with your entrance. "Beg." Oh, shit. You thought. You weren't the greatest at begging, but maybe since he hand fucked you in so long, Dean would just want to hear you. For a second, Dean's weight shifted and his dick slid against your folds and you 'bout came again. "God, I need this dick in me. Need to feel you cum in me and make me yours." You whimpered, biting your bottom lip and stroking his dick with your thumb, hand still wrapped around it. He answered by slamming into you, A wave of ecstasy coursing through your veins. Immediately, he found your g-spot and wouldn't let it go. Not long after, your second orgasm was welcomed by a string of dirty words and a barely contained scream. "Dirty mouth for such a pretty slut, huh?" Dean purred in your ear as you whimpered pitifully, riding out your high as best you could. "Yeah…well, I'm…fuck…I'm, shit, your slut." You panted as Dean kissed your neck gently. Whadda guy, whadda guy. This man could be railing you into an alternate life in an alternate universe and he would kiss your forehead or neck so gently and carefully that you wanted to laugh. Or you'd be blowing him and he'd all of a sudden stop you and bring your face up to his and kiss your lips before ordering you back to deepthroating him. He'd be calling you a slut or a dirty little whore accompanied by a few other expletives but he'd be kissing your face sweetly to punctuate every word. Whadda guy, whadda guy. "Yeah, and you fuckin' love- oh, shit, Y/N." Dean hissed as he met his high. "I wanna hear you scream my name, Dean." You growled in his ear, A dominant streak surprising both of you. "I'm not about to repeat myself." "They'll hear…" Dean whined as his dick throbbed inside of you. "Sam has the music up. Scream it, Winchester. I wanna hear it." You whispered as Dean pumped in and out of you. In the process of talking to him, you hand slipped your hand between your legs and had begun coaxing a third orgasm out of yourself. As your wrist had began to tire out, you could feel the Knot in your stomach about to break again. Dean moaned ever so slightly at you bucking your hips into his and that's when you were sent over the edge. "Holy shit, Y/N. God, baby. Fuck, Y/N. Just like- son of a bitch…" Dean sinfully moaned out your name and so many more swears that you were almost forced by your subconscious to ask him who had the dirty mouth now. Instead you smiled to yourself. "What's so funny, you little whore?" Dean muttered in your ear as he flipped you onto your stomach and Took you from behind. Your hands wrapped around the top of the headboard, steadying yourself as both you and Dean grunted and moaned your way through every movement. Dean had one hand around your throat whispering some of the nastiest things you've ever heard fall from his lips in your life. "Nothing, daddy." You answered, leaning your head against the headboard of your bed. Apparently, Dean has a daddy kink you didn't know about. That name had a little more power than expected. Dean exploded in you with sloppy movements and curse words galore. As soon as Dean came down from his high, he collapsed on top of you in a sweaty, panting, but incredibly hot mess. "I love you, Mrs. Winchester." He whispered, kissing the shell of your ear. "I love you, too, Mr. Winchester." You smiled, grabbing his hand. "And as much as I love you, I don't think I want another kid right now. So you'd better pray your ass off that I'm not pregnant." "And, Lord, we ask that baby Winchester #2 would be a little boy and that he'd be here in nine months. Amen." Dean joked.

"DEAN!" You cried, laughing.

As soon as you both had cleaned up (you, of course, had Dean's help. He was the master if aftercare and wouldn't allow you to do anything after sex.) and gotten dressed for the day, you went hand in hand downstairs. Sam was sitting in the living room with Mary in his lap, helping her read a book. As soon as he saw you he made a gagging noise, rolled his pretty blue eyes, and flipped you off discreetly. The look he gave said "that was a little more than an hour."

"Oh, Sammy, oh, my dear, dear brother Sammy…one day you'll Find a woman and you'll understand." Dean grinned, picking you up carrying you bridal style to the kitchen.

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extrahorribledynne · 1 year

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Spoilers for transformers earthspark below! Musings about the first episode abound.

some general praise: my god the music is great. That’s an ost I would put on while doing housework or something. I like the animation; fight scenes in particular were satisfyingly snappy. Voice acting was also solid, I’m sold on optimus and megatron already.

I liked the parents a whole lot, and I found the kids cute. I think we as adult ass fans of a children’s franchise really need to reassess the part about, yknow, the fact that we are watching a show not for us directly. Of course the 12 year old character isn’t for you, adult who pays taxes. I will happily take a bat to the hornets nest and say I don’t honestly think the children characters in transformers shows are actually as bad as people often make them out to be. I was a tween once and I believe an angry tween would think he could bike cross country and I, too, would be very mopey at that age to not even be able to contact my friends through my phone in this day and age. Hell, we all freak out when discord goes down. Case and point.

mandroid is… still a dumb as hell name but for silas 2.0 he’s at least doing better than silas ever did so far. He’s already made a bunch of extremely high tech spiderbots and is already doing lots of experimenting on cybertronians.

also the energon was pink. I love pink energon, win.

while 10 episodes are dropping in 2 days as of me making this post and more context is on the way, definitely think it’s worth chewing on that we weren’t given the reason for the bot/con war in the first episode. This was even pointed out by Mo telling her dad he’s oversimplifying things. And since he’s a cybertronian historian he would like. Definitely know.

I find another caste system/revolutionary megatron story very likely due to what we’ve learned so far abt the show, so it’ll be interesting to see if they manage to handle it well.

what else hmm. I think Darran Noris’ character will show up in episode 7 according to the episode summaries. So I guess we’ll see about that. I think on a purely objective level it’d be way funnier if Mr. Smelt was not Knock Out and instead Darran Noris just got typecast as a fruitcake in a transformers show twice. I think that’s hilarious.

also according to the episode summaries the casseticons do appear… but just 3 of them. And I’ve seen the screenshot which has Ravage, Laserbeak and one of the twins (whoever they decide the purple one is this time) what happened to the other twin. I’m worried. Don’t do this to soundwave again 😭

#Transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #maccadams

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stay-midnight · 3 years

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Fun through Harsh Times

Kim Seungmin x Male Reader x Bang Chan

W.C: 4.8K Words

Triggers: Explicit Smut, Human Discrimination, Conflict at the end, Some angst too.

THINGS TO NOTE: Demigod AU!! Seungmin - Son of Athena, Chan — Son of Demeter, Hyunjin — Son of Nemesis, Changbin — Son of Hades. Human Reader

Kinks/Warnings: Dom/Top Seungmin, Switch/Verse Reader, Sub/Bottom Bang Chan, Anal Sex, Unprotected Sex (make sure to cover the d to prevent std~), Buttplugs, Cuckolding, Daddy Kink, Master Kink, Use of Vines, Seungmin has a big dick, Degradation, Punishments, Usage of a different petnames, Biting, Mutual Masturbation, Lots of Cum, Multiple Orgasms, Creampie, Crying, Nipple Play, Ass Slapping, Use of Abilities and Powers during Sex, Bruises, Rough Sex, Soft Aftercare.

A/N: my works are getting longer I- and ooh~ this is my second? third? fic this month omg hshshsh. Also, I reread this alot of times to make sure it's okay cuz i didn't like it's based form so i had to rewrite and add new things. 💀💀, anygays hopefully you guys like this! oh and after the changbin fic which I may start writing at the 20th, in June i may open requests! this time though, ill accept three to not stress myself 💀.

You carefully remove the bread from the oven as to not burn yourself, looking at the clearly displeased customer at a call at how slow-paced you were working. You finally placed the bought breads at a plastic bag, handing it to him with a fake smile.

“Sorry, the dumb fucking human was too slow.” The customer spoke to the phone loud enough for you to catch as he walked away in a bad mood.

You sighed tiredly, remembering the amount of discrimination you received after living here for these past few months.

When Seungmin asked you to live with him and Chan at the island, you were ecstatic since you thought it would be amazing to move in with your boyfriends.

All your expectations were shut down as soon as the demigods that lived in the island clearly were not happy with you arriving. The constant murmurs and the glares were enough to tell you so.

Though, Seungmin and Chan didn't know how badly people treated you in the bakery.

You didn't wanna burden them as you were already thankful of living with them.

Changbin was there in the bakery with you anyway, if someone gets too harsh on you Bin was always there to scare them away.

Changbin was scary at first when you started working with him, when you found out he was Hades’ son — you were extremely careful to not get sent to the underworld. As time passed by, you found out he was extremely soft, so you became good friends with the man.

You blink tiredly as you picked up your bag and hauled it over your shoulder, before placing the "close" sign outside and bringing down the metal bars.

“I’m heading home now Binnie!” you shouted to the male at the back that was arranging boxes. You remove your apron, seconds later before fixing up your shirt and brushing your hair off your face.

“Bye! Stay safe on the way home, Y/N!” Changbin shouted back before groaning loudly and loud thud sound. You were about to check on him before he shouted again.

“I’m okay! Stupid box just fell..” he said out. You chuckle and slowly moved away.

“Be careful more, Bin!” you said back, before finally taking your leave with a last okay, bye! from him.

. . .

You sighed as you continued walking back to where you’re residing in — Seungmin’s mansion.

Seungmin has many times told you that you didn't need to work or and he could send a driver to pick you up. You rejected both offer, since you wanted to work and atleast help pay for your food. You also rejected the offer about the pick-up driver, opting to walk home instead.

Humming as you scrolled through the social media on your phone, you continuously walked to the direction of the place you called home with a smile on your face as you read through the cat posts.

You looked around a bit and caught the looks of disgust on the face of the nearby citizens causing you to freeze — before slowly moving again, trying to ignore them.

“What’s with them against humans anyways.” you whisper lowly as you try to ignore them, a slight pang shot through your heart, sad when you heard something.

“What did Athena’s son see in him anyways, he already has Demeter's boy. Why bring a human into the mix.” A lady near you harshly whispered.

You bit your lips trying to contain your flaring anger at her — trying to relax your nerves that was begging to have a go at her, just so you could finally arrive at the house.

. . .

You sighed in relief at the sight of the mansion gate, before even tapping the doorbell — you were greeted by the sight of the most beautiful emerald eyes, smiling brightly with dimples shown.

“Y/N~!” said male shouted in an excited manner, he looked as pretty as always and you just can't help falling for him like the day you first met.

All invasive thoughts left your mind at the sight of your bright and caring lover.

“Hi Channie~” you greeted as the gates slowly retracted to the side, removing the barrier between both of you. He ran to you and threw himself at you to which you caught him happily.

He then wrapped his arms around your neck and kissed you in a endearing way. “Where is Seung?” you ask after a bit, taking a peek at the front garden.

He let out a frown before grabbing your hand and led you through the path, “He.. He... still hasn't returned.. It’s been four days.” Chan said in a melancholic tone, his once bright eyes dimmed in sadness.

You look at him before taking notice that the plants at the sides were drying up and water was coming out of them. You frowned at the sight of it and continued as Chan led you inside.

“Chan... Seung has a lot of duties, he—” you waved your hand away at the maid entering with food to which she nods and leaves before continuing, “He has a lot on his shoulders especially dealing with the rebels, okay?” you reassured him, gently patting his head that was hung low.

Chan nodded understandingly before turning to you and leaning closer for a kiss on the lips to which you happily obliged — kissing him dearly.

“So no more, moping around. He wouldn't want that would he?” you smiled at him to which he nods at your words and gave you a lovely smile.

“He wouldn't..” he trailed off before climbing on to your lap to which you held him, you were still loving the fact that despite Chan being older than you and Min, he is the cutest.

Sure, Seungmin is cute as well but he has that scary side of him which leaves everyone shaking.

You buried your face on the neck of your lover and sighed. Chan smelled like flowers — fresh flowers to say the least, which calmed your nerves a bit. Chan giggles at you tickling his neck with your breath to which you cooed slightly.

A knock was heard from outside the door on the room you were both in, “Come in!” you said loudly for the person to hear.

A guard suddenly opened the door, “Sire’s.” he bowed deeply, “Uh, Sir Seungmin is coming home later at around an hour or so..” he said, pressing his lips to a thin line at the silent air he got and the stares from both of you.

The guard looked at you with a frown before smiling at the sight Chan. You looked at him with a saddened look to which he took note off, clearly trying not to scoff.

Chan also was suspicious at how the low demigod looked at you differently, Chan immediately raised his eyebrows at the guard

“He just wanted to let both of you know..” the guard quickly stated before leaving and shutting the door quickly due to the awkward tension he felt.

Chan bursted in a happy frenzy when the man left as he launched himself to hug you.

The flowers at the table suddenly bloomed after Chan’s was excited.

Chan slowly climbed off your lap and sat on the bed — he turned to you before raising both his eyebrows in a teasing

Then Chan smirked at you seconds later, his mind whirring thoughts. “Wanna give him a surprise?” he murmured.

You raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in demeanor — This was the Chan that teased both you and Seungmin in bed, the Chan that always had bratty plans in mind — the Chan that loved to be punished by Seungmin.

You nod without even knowing what will happen — little did you know about what’s Seungmin is gonna do to both of you later.

. . .

You look at Chan as if he was a crazy person, “Chan, are you sure? You know how Seung is when we start things without h-him?” you said in shock at the idea, shivering and stuttering at the thought when Seungmin caught both of you fucking without him. Let’s just say neither Chan or you could sit properly for days.

He tilted his head and smiled, “Cmon, Y/N.. It’ll be fun! Plus, he left us hanging for four days.” you look at Chan before sighing in defeat.

You knew Seungmin was just doing his job as Athena’s Son so Chan’s reason wasn't justifiable to say the least. But how Seungmin punished both of you was really hot at that time.. And you wouldn't mind seeing it again.

“Fine...” you said — giving in to Chan’s request, even though knowing it was a scary and terrible idea. Chan held out his hand before a pink flower and with red edges at their pollens appeared.

“Is that one of your drug flowers, again Channie?—” you asked, looked at him confused. To which Chan giggled and nodded repeatedly.

Chan is a son of Demeter, meaning he has control over nature’s plants, he is one of the tender of green life in the island but usually he isn't on duty because there are other children of Demeter on this island. You didn't know though, that Chan could create special types of flowers that contain a drug or an effect in them when inhaling their scent. The first drug flower you saw was a grey flower — it makes people fall asleep fast.

“What is it?” you asks, eyeing the flower carefully, he grinned at you before saying, “Aphrodisiac.” he said, moving the flower closer to your face.

You look at him before covering your nose immediately, “Why?!” you said through your hand, not wanting to inhale more of its alluring scent.

A smirk was back on his lips, “Maybe it’ll make you hornier therefore, maybe you can fuck me rougher?” he said teasingly before withdrawing the dangerous drug from your face.

You let go of your nose and sighed, “You could just ask..?” He looked at you straight in the eyes as you finished your statement — Chan’s orbs glinting with arousal, the aphrodisiac flower in his hand slowly wilted to gray dust.

“Hm? Would you be rough with me then?” He purred, pushing you down the bed — his emerald orbs staring down to yours, He grinded his ass on your clothed cock in a teasing manner.

A grin was plastered on his face before you switched positions with him, his back hitting the bed softly. He gasped, clearly suprised with the action.

You had both of his hands pinned on top of his head in a heartbeat causing Chan to squirm against your grip, “You’re such a brat, baby~... And I don't like brats.” you said the last part with a glare. He whined before looking up at you with puppy eyes, to which you chuckled at.

“That won’t work Channie.” you said, biting his neck harshly — him releasing a loud moan at the pain, Chan was such a painslut — he got off to Seungmin’s punishments so you expected no less.

You slowly lowered Chan’s shorts that he was wearing. Smiling at the growing dark spot at the middle of his underwear. “Already leaking? What a slutty baby, I have~” You taunted, squeezing his growing erection as you pressed your own clothed bulge against his thigh.

Chan moaned loudly at what you said his dick hardening even more.

You clicked your tongue in annoyance at the clothes you were both wearing.

You made quick work of the clothes on Chan’s body and yours as well. You noticed that vines with pink roses had appeared at the corners of the room, to which you smiled at — it shows that Chan was extremely needy.

You look at Chan — bare as the day he was born, your eyes raked over his form — from his face that had a red hue to the, to his chest and those beautiful pink buds — and to his pretty pink dick that was leaking precum down to his balls. He was so beautiful — inside and out. Fuck, his delicate pale skin was very enticing to fill with marks.

You wanted to ravage this man in front of you and savour the pleasure.

Chan let out a whine, “D— Do something, master...” he said, to which you raised an eyebrow at the sudden nickname.

You never expected Chan to call you that, so you looked at him with widened eyes before regaining your composure and moved closer to Chan as you hovered over him.

You lift his legs up shortly, licking your lips at the puckered hole — already shining and wet. “You prepped yourself already?” You ask, softly touching the ring of muscles with your thumb — gently.

He nods repeatedly, rolling his hips down impatiently — wanting some form of penetration, “Stay still, dumb pup.” you said harshly before finally shoving two fingers at his wet hole immediately. Feeling his walls clench against your digits.

“M-Master, please.... Puppy don’t need more stretching, puppy just wanna be fucked.” He begged, a tear slowly falling off his red cheeks.

You hummed, acknowledging his request — you took a condom from the drawer to which he pouted before plants came out of your hands and snagged the condom away and back to the drawer. “No condoms please...” he said, looking at you with a pout.

You smiled and lined up your tip against his lubricated hole — you smiled at his babbling words at the pressure on his entrance.

You spread his legs further — almost bending him in half, you cooed at the sight of his leaking cock — dripping a lot against his abs. You then slowly sink in to the welcoming warmth, savouring how his walls spazzes around your size.

“Ah f-fuck, puppy...” you almost howled out as your hips hit his ass. Chan was so cute — his eyes stinging with tears as he let out small moans. His chest was heaving and red was spreading all over his chest.

“M-Master, move. move, p-please...” He whined out, pushing himself back on your cock. You grinned as you remember his request earlier about being rough.

You pulled out slowly, before snapping your hips back as you fucked him precisely but rough at the same time. His useless cock was now oozing with cum at the tip. “F— Fuck fuck fuck.” he chanted repeatedly with every snap of your hips, as he rolled his eyes back at the pleasure.

You see red at the sight of Chan moaning "Master" while also cursing at the same time. You grip his muscular thighs as you pull him back on your cock, thrusting up to him in sequence.

“Pup, I’m close... God, you feel so good around me..” Chan moaned in response as you leaned down to bite a pink nipple, the bud hardening against your teeth as he arch his back against you at the sensation.

You disconnected your lips from his perked bud so you could take a look at the beautiful man underneath you.

Chan looked so fucked out, his hair was disheveled and his green eyes were shining through his tears. You were almost proud at how much you fucked Chan dumb.

“Cumming!! Master, ah~” he sniffed as he felt his cock shoot out spurts of white, reaching up to his pec — decorating his chest in his white sperm.

His walls clenched around you in a tight grip as you let out a low moan of your own as you emptied yourself inside of him — filling him up as you gripped his hips in a bruising way.

Chan’s body were trembling from the aftershock of his orgasm, you pecked his lips and smiled as you look down at him, his chest heaving and sweat and cum mixing on his pretty skin.

“I’m pulling out Channie, is that okay?” You asked in a warm tone, softly brushing your hand through his hair to relax him.

“Plug..?” he breathed out as you nod before reaching out to one of the drawers and pulling out a medium-sized buttplug before slowly pulling out of him — placing the plug to keep Chan full of your warm liquid.

He sighed in relief and smiled at you to which you smiled back, “I’ll go get a towel to clean you up, alright?” you said before getting up and placing your boxers on.

He hummed in agreement as he just laid there a bit tired of the activities.

. .

You opened the door out the room to run to the bathroom before a voice behind you stopped you, “Had fun, Y/N?” the male voice said in a cold tone.

You turned back and saw Seungmin standing, leaning at the wall as he looked at you with deadly eyes. “You both started without me.” he said blankly before trudging towards you as you stood there with cold feet.

“Why don’t you tell me, love. Who wanted it more?” Seungmin whispered to your ear when he stood in front of you his hand trailing down to your ass before grabbing a cheek.

“I— I did.”

He slapped your ass firmly — a moan slipped out of your lips from that. His eyes flashed a dangerous pink hue before it returned to normal. “Do you think you could lie to me?” he hissed out.

“A-Ah... Channie did..” You gulped at the slight anger that was hidden in his voice.

“As expected.” he chuckled darkly before pulling on your arm, slowly dragging you back to the room.

. .

A sudden opening of the door, made the tired Chan jump up from the bed. His mouth opened in shock as Seungmin was there with a grip on you.

Seungmin wanted to coo at Chan’s expression but instead kept his act on.

“Sit on the bed.” he said referring to you, to which you complied to easily. He silently grabbed the bottle of lube at a drawer — yours and Chan’s eyes following his form as he does so.

Seungmin then removed his clothes with ease, you almost drooling at his large length to which you eyed like candy, to which Seungmin took notice and almost smiled — just barely stopping himself from doing so.

“Tie yourself up, puppy.” Seungmin said in a voice of authority to which Chan lightly whimpered at, he nods slightly before placing his hand above his head and against the headboard.

A gasp left your lips as vines started to wrap and thicken around Chan’s wrists, tightening up and securing Chan on the side of the bed.

It always shocks you when Seung uses that ability he was blessed with, "Voice of Authority" as the demigods call it. Whenever Seungmin uses it, most weaker demigods will get on there knees and comply but much stronger ones can resist it. Whenever Seungmin uses it on humans though, it gives him perfect control over them.

— Seungmin promised you he will never use it on you as he doesn't want to take away your free will.

Seungmin sat on the bed, grabbing you and placing you on his lap harshly before he moved you and himself so he could face Chan.

His cock was hardening on your back as he bit your neck softly, he looked at Chan with a smirk, “Tell me puppy, what did you call Y/N earlier again?”

Chan looked at you and whined as his cock started to spring up. “I c-called him, m-master...” he said, looking at Seungmin with puppy eyes as his hole clearly clenched around the buttplug.

Seungmin chuckled as he kissed your shoulder, “And who am I to you, pretty?” Seungmin whispered in your ears huskily, clearly noticing your cock straining against your boxers.

“D— Daddy..” you asked, embarrassed as you felt Chan’s gaze upon you, a gasp left you as Seungmin pulled down your boxers in one go, his hands trailing over your thighs.

He lifted you up a bit so that your hole was exposed to Chan and so that his hands could near it.

He popped the bottle of lube open, circling your rim with a wet finger. You let out a sigh of pleasure when a finger finally went into you, slowly — it wasn't enough though, you needed more.

Seungmin took your hips rocking as a go sign as another finger joined inside till it finally became three moments later, you were bouncing on his slender fingers now and Chan was watching all of this unfold with tired eyes but his cock that was standing provided enough that Seungmin knows that he is still needy.

“Want your cock, da— daddy..” you begged out in a high voice, wanting the man behind you to fully destroy you already.

Seungmin turned to Chan that was rubbing his legs together uncomfortably — in need of some sort of friction. “Look at your master being a pathetic cockslut, Channie~” he mocked you, to which Chan let out a short “M—Mmph~”

You whimper at what Seungmin had said.

Before he lifted you up and slowly brung you down on his large dick, your back flushed against his chest.

Chan moaned at the sight of your hole taking in Seungmin’s cock deliciously while you had drool dripping down your cheek at the amazing stretch.

Chan whined against his restraints as his cock leaked as much as it could.

You lay your head back on Seungmin’s shoulder as you panted in pleasure, Seungmin nuzzled his head on your shoulder before using his fingers to pulling at your nipples.

You moaned loudly when Seungmin shifted a bit causing his cock inside to prod your bundle of sensitive nerves.

Seungmin pulled you off his dick slowly before slamming you back down, causing you to let out a cry as your hole clenched around his girth repeatedly.

“Doing so good, baby.. You feel so tight around me, yeah? Well this is gonna be a long punishment isn’t it? Let’s if you can walk tomorrow, love~” He hummed, kissing the back of your ear as you let out whimpers of pleasure.

He then look at Chan who was still messy but pretty, “Don’t think you’re out of the punishment though, slut. You’re not gonna cum as you watch me destroy your cocksleeve of a master’s hole.”

Chan thrusts up into the air and whine in retaliation, with his mind set on one thing, wanna cum.

Seungmin then started a rough pace of thrusting up into you, chasing his own pleasure and using you as his very own fucktoy for your punishment.

. . .

You forgot now how long Seungmin was thrusting into you and rearranging your insides — how long he had speared you on his cock. You were on cloud nine the whole time so you didn't bother to take notice of the time.

But your body was aching from your third orgasm today and Seungmin hadn't even came yet — how the hell does he last so long.. Fuck. you wanted him to fill you up like how you filled up Channie earlier.

Speaking of Chan, you looked at him and saw him whining and writhing — hopelessly rubbing his thighs together. His muscles were flexing, the more he struggles.

White spots blinded your eyesight as you trembled, your tip spurting out little dribbles of cum as you moaned weakly. Your cock felt like falling off as the lewd squelching filled the room.

Seungmin was growling while marking your neck as every thrust of his, sends a dizzying shiver throughout your body.

“I’m close now, love...” He whispered to which you responded with a simple and short, “Want it inside..”

Seungmin chuckled deeply and wrapped his hands around your waist before thrusting up to you one last time and coating your walls in sticky white with a sexy groan — as you let out a weak moan at the wet sensation.

That was what it all took for you to collapse on the bed, your cheeks pressing into the warm mattress as you felt Seung’s cum dribble out your hole — down to your balls and wetting the mattress.

Seungmin licked his lips at the sight of your entrance loose, gaping and oozing with his cum.

Seungmin was also tired, so he grabbed Chan’s cock in his hand to jerk him off fast to which Chan came immediately with a howl.

“You can untie yourself now, Channie..” Seungmin said in a soft tone,, to then which the vines restricting his hands turned into dust immediately before Chan grabbed you softly and held you.

You look at Chan with droopy eyes, smiling at him dearly. Chan giggled before holding you tightly even though his body was sticky.

Seungmin had went out of the room to fetch some dry towels and water while also leaving his two lovers to cuddle with one another.

. .

“You okay, bubs? Minnie wasn't too rough? I could prick him with thorns if you’d like..~” Chan mumbles, pecking your lips softly while also letting out a tiny laugh at then end.

You nod, giggling afterwards to which Chan smiled — brushing through your locks with his hand, a loving grin plastered on his face.

Humming softly as Chan waited for Seungmin to come back.

. .

Seungmin finally arrived with a three damp cloth hanging on his shoulder while carrying a cup and a pitcher filled with water. He smiled lovingly at the both of you before setting down the water pitcher and cups at the nightstand.

He then moved closer to the both of you to wipe both of you clean. He started with Chan, thoroughly wiping his chest down to his abs before teasing him by pushing the buttplug deeper in his ass to which Chan let out a small whine too.

After that, he cleaned you up too by wiping the cum on your thighs and around your buttcheeks.

He started to finger your gaping hole slowly too, trying to remove any more excess cum that was left inside. While being fingered, you were biting your lips, trying to not moan at a sensitive part being touched.

He looked at both you and Chan sweetly, before leaning down to kiss you both at the forehead. “Such good babies, I have~” He said in a teasing tone.

Chan pouted, “I’m older than you, Minmin!!”, he glared at Seungmin which made him laugh, he then patted Chan’s head. “Doesn’t matter, pup~” You watched their interactions with a tired smile.

Before Seungmin remembered something earlier to which he turned to you, sitting on the bed. His smile turning flat. “So, I passed by the bakery earlier and your co-worker said something to me.”

You froze on the spot before looking at his cold eyes, “Why didn't you tell me that the other citizens treated you like shit and called you names?” He said, a small anger laced in his voice. — It was not directed at you though.

Silence.

Chan’s mouth hang agape a short while before he growled — taking into account what Seungmin said, “They do fucking what to you?” He snapped, venom clearly in his tone. Chan rarely gets mad and when he does expect a disaster.

Chan barely could contain himself as roots flowed out the walls and into the hallway, Seungmin looked over at Chan, “Channie, calm down.” His eyes flashing the same pink hue as earlier in the hallway encounter.

“Calm— What? Calm down? They treat him terribly, and you expect me to not choke them where they live?” Chan seethed, not happy at what Seungmin is doing — which is trying to stop him.

The roots on the walls enlarge and footsteps was audibly heard outside the walls of the room — possibly guards that were trying to run away to avoid getting trampled by the evergrowing vines

“I’ll deal with it, so don't worry. Just don't destroy the house okay?” Seungmin tried to reason as best as he can.

But Chan didn't stop still littering the whole room with dangerous roots and long vines. Angry Chan was a force to be reckoned with ans even Min had hard times to calm him down.

“Chan.” Seungmin had used his own ability now, wanting Chan to stop what he was doing — His jaw tightened in frustration while you sat there with fear at the conflict of your boyfriends.

Chan flinched slightly before growling lowly, challenging Seungmin, “Don’t you fucking dare use that on me outside of bed, Kim Seungmin.” he said darkly, glaring at black haired man.

“Bang Christopher fucking Chan. Wilt your plants, are you challenging me? ” Seungmin looked down at Chan with a dark pink flare at his eyes, displeased with the disrespect of the nature demigod.

Chan’s eyes slowly diluted back to normal and whimpered, his plants were now gone — turned into dust, he looked at Seungmin like a puppy that had been beaten up.

Seungmin sighed and sat back down on the bed, petting Chan is in his fragile state before he grabbed him so he could hold him properly.

He looked at you before speaking, “You’re gonna have a bodyguard with you at all times, I already assigned who. Hyunjin will detain anyone who bad-mouths you, okay?” Seungmin said clear as day.

“B— But-”

“No buts, Y/N. This is for your safety, not only physically but also emotionally. Plus, they can't get away with disrespecting what’s mine.” He fumed slightly.

Your eyes softened and rubbed his shoulder comfortably to soothe his anger. “Fine. But let’s sleep for now. Chan is tired, you’re tired, I’m also tired...” you whisper to him, hugging him before he laid Chan down to the bed.

Soon enough all of you fell into a comfortable sleep, you were hugging Chan as Seungmin was spooning the both of you. The fight earlier soon vanished like a wisp as the room fell into a comfortable silence.

. . .

Special Scene~:

“How dare you fucking touch me. I am a son of A— ow! ow!” The man getting cuffed by Hyunjin said out. Hyunjin made sure to tighten the cuffs more to make sure the rude customer felt discomfort.

“Do I look like I care? No. You are going to have jail time, bitch.” Hyunjin, a son of Nemesis sassed out as he grabbed his phone and dialed someone to come pick the detainee up.

You look over at Changbin at the scene you just witnessed, he looked back at you.

“Okay, but that’s kinda ho—”

“Changbin!” you look at him, secretly judging his word choices.

“What? It’s true..” Hades’ son trailed off.

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tetsunormous · 3 years

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Prove yourself useful

pairing: dom!Kenma x f!reader x spectator!Suna x Spectator! Osamu

genre: smut (18+), established relationship, post time-skip university, gamer boyfriend

word count: 2.4 k

warning: thigh riding, exhibitionism, voyeurism, swearing, hair pulling, mentions of edging, spanking (?), degradation

It’s just past 2 in the afternoon and your lecture finally finished. University is nothing like what you grew up thinking it would be, but it would be a lot worse if you didn’t get to live with your boyfriend.

You met Kenma during your first year and it didn’t take long for the two of you to begin falling for each other. He is more complex than you’d ever imagine and everyday you learn new things to learn about him. At the surface level he’s incredibly successful; being a youtuber, a pro gamer, a fucking CEO, all while taking university classes. However, Kenma is so much more than that.

The Kenma you know and love is the Kenma that’s cooped up in his gaming room spitting insults at his friends while they practice for a match they have later on in the night. The Kenma that you find yourself daydreaming about is the one obsessed with your apple pie and insists it's never too hot to eat right out of the oven. Your Kenma doesn't show the world all his little quirks, but you’ve learned to understand all of his many facial expressions and what he needs at the time. Everyone sees Kenma as this shy intelligent man who prefers to keep things to himself, which he is, but your favourite Kenma is the one he only lets out behind closed doors.

For someone so reserved none of his following would ever expect him to be the kind of lover to share you with others. No one would ever suspect Kenma for being the kind of lover to get off on seeing you completely ruined and embarrassed. This version of Kenma is definitely the one you find the most interesting because he kept it from you for the first year of your relationship, but two years in and his friends have seen more of you than you could keep track of.

Just thinking about him gets you worked up and it's times like this that you’re grateful for online classes. You tiptoe into your shared bedroom to discard the panties you’re currently wearing. The mere thought of riding his thigh gets you so excited the pair of black lace you previously wore didn’t stand a chance. You stare at your reflection in the mirror, your outfit isn’t anything special but it's his favourite. The sweater you’re wearing just big enough to cover your ass, sleeves long enough to hang past your fingertips, no bra or panties, the sheer thigh high socks that never fails to leave him hard, and the little cat ears resting on your head he bought for you months ago.

If he saw you now, there’s a chance you’d get your way.

You knock softly on the door before entering. The blinds are shut and there's a purple hue emitting from his LED lights. He’s sitting in front of his three monitors with nothing but a pair of sweatpants and his headset on, “Kenma? Are you in a game right now?”

His back is towards you so you begin to walk towards his desk, closing the door behind you. Osamu and Suna have seen the two of you naked plenty of times but for some reason, you still get a little shy. You wave at them on screen as you stand behind your boyfriend and you can hear their remarks through his headset.

“Oi, I think a little kitty wants to join before we play tonight”. Suna is always the first to say something, but Osamu definitely teases you more.

“You didn’t tell us we’d get a special treat today, Kodzuken”

Kenma stares blankly at his friends before turning to you, “Hi pudding, you finished with class?” he asks as his eyes wander down your body. You can see a slight smirk form on his lips before reaching out to give your hip a squeeze, “Miya was right, what a special little treat you are”

You know Kenma is observant but you can’t help but act a little cuter when there’s an audience around. “If you’re just practicing for now, can we cuddle Kenken, I missed you”, you ask with a slight pout on your face and your sweater paws reaching out for his arm, eyes glancing down at his bulge.

His eyes soften a bit and he chuckles at your act, “yeah yeah, sit on my lap you little brat”

You happily oblige and sit on his left thigh. Your head leaning on his shoulder as he presses a kiss to your temple. With your arms resting on his shoulders, you begin playing with his hair and rocking your hips ever so slightly.

“We haven’t seen you wear those little ears in a while y/n, don't tell me you put them on after class just for some cuddles” A blush creeps onto your face as Suna continues to tease you about your intentions.

“Awh, don’t hide your face from us y/n. Kozume has shown us you’re not really as shy as you seem, did Suna’s little comment really make you blush that hard?”

You feel your boyfriend nudge you lightly with his shoulder, a breathy chuckle leaving his mouth. “She knows I won’t fuck her till tonight yet she still climbs up onto my leg without panties on, she can act shy all she wants but we all know how shamelessly needy she is” You lift your head from his shoulder with a surprised look on your face. He’s still staring at his monitor, fingers busy with the controller, “you didn’t think I’d feel how wet you are? Your pussy is soaking through my sweats kitten”

The boy's laughter rings through the headphones and a whine escapes your lips. He takes his headphones off and has them resting around his neck before putting his controller down. You feel his hands under your arms and he positions you so that you're sitting on his left thigh facing his desk, legs resting on either side of his.

“Awh Osamu, look at the little kitty pouting cause her big bad boyfriend turned her away”

“She’s always so needy, aren’t you y/n? And in front of us too? You like putting on a show and having everyone see what a slut you are, huh”

Your thighs squeeze around Kenmas as your entire face starts to become red. You can hear your boyfriend clearing his throat before landing a hard smack against your thigh. “He asked you a question kitten. If you’re going to be a needy slut and come in here while we’re practicing, at least show some manners”

“Y-yes Samu” you whisper, “I like having you watch”

All the boys hum in unison and Suna leans back in his gaming chair, leaving his controller on the desk. “Well since you interrupted practice, I think it’s only fair you give us something in return, isn't that right Kenma”

“Suna makes a good point. I treated you so well last night cause we both knew I would be busy until later tonight, and I wouldn’t be able to give you the attention you need.” His slender fingers weave through your hair at the base of your scalp before pulling hard, exposing your throat for his friends to see. His nose softly traces your sensitive skin, inhaling your scent, “I let you cum all night long, but here you are with your greedy little cunt rubbing itself against me trying to get off”

“Maybe you need to be more mean with her, she should know better than to come in here if she isn’t going to make herself useful”

“You hear that?” Kenma’s other hand travels up your sweater and pinches your hardened nipple making you hiss in pain. “Should I listen to Osamu and be extra mean to you so you learn how to act?”

All three boys are now smirking at you but that just makes your body more aroused. Your pussy is throbbing and it takes everything in you not to start grinding on his leg. You feel him flex his muscles and you can't help but to cry out as the additional pressure on your clit sends an electric shot throughout your body.

“The poor baby can’t even respond”, Suna chuckles and pretends to pout “you are just a dumb little whore, aren’t you y/n?”

You let out a whine as your eyes meet Kenma’s. His cold stare alone asserts dominance over you and without thinking your hand reaches out to touch him. You feel a sharp pain as he smacks your hand away, “I don’t remember giving you permission to touch me kitten”. He yanks his hand back from your hair causing you to jerk forwards and grab a hold of the desk for balance. “We all know you won’t get allowed to cum later on but you will put on a show for us and prove you aren't just a useless slut”. He leans back with one arm resting on his armrest, “shall we make things interesting boys?”

Osamu stares intensely at you before laughing in your face, “Yea, let’s see if she can prove herself. If she can’t, I don’t think she deserves anything tonight”

“Y/n can be more than just Kozume’s dumb fuck, right? You gonna put on a show for us?”

Your mouth parted and eyes wide, you whip your head back to meet your boyfriends but he only smirks at you. “You have eight minutes kitten. Your hands stay on the desk and I won’t be touching you. If we hear a peep slip out of your lips, you lose. You better ride my thigh like you’re chasing the last orgasm you’ll ever have because if you fail to cum, I will edge you all night long to the brink of insanity, but all you can do is watch me fuck my fist instead.”

Osamu and Suna are rubbing themselves through their sweats as they snicker at our boyfriends rules. They continue to tease you but all you can focus on is the way Kenma is looking at you. He reaches back to tie his hair into a low bun and bounces his leg lightly, “are you ready?” he asks with his eyebrows slightly raised and a smirk. All you can do is nod back in his direction as you feel him flexing his thigh. He reaches for his phone and you watch as he sets a timer for eight minutes, “alright kitty….start”.

Your legs squeeze around your boyfriend's thigh as you begin to roll your hips. You shimmy yourself forwards a little bit so your clit can press against the base of his quads every time you rock forwards. Kenma was right, you're so wet it’s almost embarrassing how your own juices have lubricated your folds. Even against the fabric of his sweats, your pussy is drenched with your own arousal, helping you grind against his leg with ease. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip, trying your hardest to control your breathing so the overwhelming pressure doesn’t cause you to moan out loud.

You can hear the two boys teasing and laughing at how filthy you really are but all you can think about is chasing that O. The noises coming from your riding, the way your juices have dampened his pants, making a wet slapping noise every time you rock. Your fingers are gripping his desk hard and all you can do is throw your head back, chest heaving, trying to swallow your whines as you start to feel the tension building in your stomach. “I can feel the way your pussy is twitching every time you rock forwards, sometimes close isn’t she?” Kenma moves forwards and speaks softly by your ear, “You only have three more minutes, why don’t you let us hear your pretty voice hmm?”

“Oh y/n, you look like you’re close to cumming, we’ve never heard you this quiet before. I bet it would feel even better if you moaned for us”

“Suna and I always talk about how pretty and desperate you sound, let us hear you”

The constant egging didn’t help but it definitely made you more needy. They all knew how loud you were when Kenma would stuff you full and just as you let out a heavy breath, your boyfriend flexes his muscles. Your mouth falls open as you roll faster, knowing your orgasm will happen soon. The way his thigh feels against your slick folds should be illegal, it shouldn’t feel this good before he even touches you.

“Oh I think someones going to cum, show us how you fall apart. Ride my fucking thigh and imagine how much better it would be if my cock was in your needy hole”. Kenma now palming against his dick as he watches your eyebrows furrow, your eyes squeeze tight, your cheeks glowing , the baby hairs sticking to your forehead, all while you bite down on your bottom lip trying your hardest to keep all your noises inside. You look absolutely stunning to him, falling apart over his leg. He keeps flexing his thigh at a fast pace to help you reach your high, no longer caring about the challenge. He’s so mesmerized by the way your pussy feels as it’s throbbing, and how your legs squeeze harder against his as you completely come undone.

You can hear the boys let out soft moans as you cum all over your boyfriend's thigh with a force that even you’re surprised about.

“Fuck Kenma, you get to see that every time?”

The timer goes off and you limp over the desk, “fuck off Suna, consider yourself lucky the two of you got to get off to her”, he says with a smile on his face.

“We know we’re very lucky,” Osamu says chuckling, “ thank you y/n, we’ll definitely win our 3v3 later”

Kenma looks over at you and pulls you close to him. He slips his hand under the sweater and rubs your back, “you did so well baby, I’m surprised you didn’t make a sound”

“Promise I did good? D-does this mean I get to cum later?”

“You really think I’m going to forget why this all happened in the first place? You just came all over me and you’re already thinking about getting stuffed huh” he cradles your face with a faint smile on his face. “You did so well, so we’ll see” and presses a kiss on your lips, “for now, you can stay here for the next while and sit in embarrassment as they continue to tease you about you cumming just from my thigh”

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babbushka · 4 years

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omg mrs z!! "saddle up, doll" + flip could be life changing :') however, i understand if you don't want to write it bc i know that you're posting some flip oneshots later :') you're too kind to us :') have a good brunch!

Anonymous said: Howdy! How about Buck with your cowboy, Flip? ;) Thank you for coming up with such fun ideas!!! & I sent in the Buck prompt with cowboy Flip lol. I just saw the prompt “Saddle up, Doll.” My mind is really running with this now lol!

(1.7k, semi-public sex, dirty talk/name calling, its seedy lol)

You’re good at it, pool. Real damn good at it, if Flip’s anything of a judge. You call out the pockets and then you hit them, impressing everyone in the smoky bars you like to visit. Flip’s impressed, impressed with the way you chalk up the pool cue, the way you walk around the table, a hand trailing along the velvety surface.

He’s hard in his jeans, watching you. He knows you do this on purpose, the bending over. Low-cut tops that show your pretty tits all pushed up in your bra, practically begging to be kissed, bitten, sucked. Tight fitting pants that hug your ass, or even better – skirts too short that he can see your panties when you bend over just enough.

You’re wearing one of those skirts now.

And you’re bending over more than enough.

He knows you know what you do to him, because you’re always looking over your shoulder at him with a pretty smile, a devious smile, a knowing smile. You know he knows you know.

He blows smoke through his nose and hazes up the bar, and fuck, he’s hard.

“Five in the corner pocket, three in the left side.” You announce, angling up something of an impossible trick.

Crack!

He can feel it in his balls how fucking sexy you are, how suggestive all this is. You make the shot, and look over at him. Not so impossible, you say with your smirk, and Flip just has to fucking have you.

“Eight ball, corner pocket.” Still looking at Flip, you announce to your opponent. They’re nobodies, some guys who had really given you and Flip a run for your money, but in the end – crack! – lost.

“Good game.” Flip shakes hands with the guys, and he prays they can’t feel how clammy he is, how pent up he is for you in that handshake.

They return the sentiment, and the second that you hang up the pool cues, he’s got an arm around you and is walking you back back back into the dark, into the employee only hallway, past some doors and around a corner.

You’re giggling, hands already prying open the fly of his jeans, already tugging out his cock. It’s some kind of office, something left unlocked. You wonder how many other people get fucked back here, but it doesn’t stop you. You’ve been aching to have your pussy filled for hours now, ever since he came in you at the house before leaving to go out for drinks with some friends who wound up bailing anyway.

“How do you want me?” You ask as he quickly works your shirt over your head, nearly tears at the clasps of your bra.

You sigh happily when your breasts can rest naturally, sigh even happier when Flip’s immediately drawn to them, nuzzles his face into your cleavage as you stroke at his cock, hot and heavy and throbbing in your hand.

“Bounce on my dick, I want to see your tits move.” He grumbles before sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, hard.

Your free hand flies to his hair, holds him against you as you push him down down down to the floor. It’s seedy here, but that’s okay, you’re seedy sometimes. Loud music spills in from the main bar area, but all you can hear is the thumping base that makes your pussy tingle as you straddle his hips.

“You got it cowboy.” You grin, letting him lay flat back against the floor. He’s fully dressed, right down to those sexy cowboy boots of his he’s always strutting around in. The lights pulse red neon around you in the office, and you grind your hips against his cock, feel it through the cotton of your underwear.

“Mmm, saddle up ketsl,” Flip tucks his arms behind his head, playfully bucks his hips up against your pussy, “You’re in for a ride.”

You gasp out a laugh from the surprise feeling, and immediately go to unbutton your little denim skirt.

“No, leave it on. And your panties.” He instructs as he licks his lips. “I want them soaked and sticky until we get home.”

You nod, bat your lashes at him as you simply tug your panties to one side and waste no time sinking down onto his dick. You’re wet, so wet and stretched, so it’s easy. You like that, you think to yourself, you like being easy for him.

“Oh fuck, Flip – your cock’s so fuckin’ big honey.” You moan as your pussy grips him, clenches around his length when he bottoms out inside you. You rub a hand over your lower stomach, imagining for a minute that you can feel him in there, pushing your insides around, rearranging your guts to fit.

“Still sore from earlier?” He asks as you begin to move on his cock, undulating your hips to the beat of the music.

“Uh huh.” You moan, head tipping backwards, pushing your tits out. You know he likes them, loves them, wants to come all over them all the time. There’s some dried come on them now, if anyone looked close enough.

“Good.” He grunts, planting those boots of his onto the floor and bucking up hard with his hips, making you yelp a little, making you gasp, making you moan.

Fuck he loves to listen to you moan.

“You’re mean to me.” You whine, biting at your lips as he meets you thrust for thrust, the head of his cock knocking against your cervix and making your knees turn squeeze his sides.

“Tell me about it ketsl,” He wants to kiss you, so he sits up there on the floor, wraps his arms around you and holds you close. Your hands immediately tangle into his hair as you press open mouthed kisses to his jawline, spit-slick and hot. “Let me hear you.”

“Oh! Ah – hh – I -- ” You try, but you can’t, because this angle lets you move faster, and you’re bouncing in earnest, your pussy squelching and throbbing around him, pulsing, blazing on his cock that’s oozing into you.

“Faster honey.” He bites at your cheek, catches your lips with his own and licks into your mouth slowly while your body shakes shakes shakes around him hard, “Moan into my mouth and go faster.”

“Fffffffflip -- yesyesyes.” You pant, gasp, whine into his mouth while you grind and roll and fuck yourself on his cock.

“You’re such a fucking whore aren’t you? Bending over for anyone to see, I should have fucked you over the pool table.” He growls, that possessive flare bubbling up inside of him, fueled only by the way he always seems to get drunk off of you, your touch your taste your smell.

“Touch me?” You ask, and how could he deny you when you’re so sweet to him? Even when you’re a fucking brat, you’re so sweet.

“You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you? Your cunt’s wet about it, slut. Perfect beautiful slut, all mine. I’d’ve made you drool all over the place, fucked you dumb.” He drops a hand to your pretty clit, has a hard time getting a hold of it because your hips move move move, and you’re sweat covered tits are driving him crazy with need, so badly that his hand shakes.

“Do it – do it, fuck me dumb Phil, please!” You’re close, he knows you are.

“When we get home.” He kisses your neck, worries the tendons there between his teeth, makes your back arch against nothing, trying to wind yourself press yourself climb yourself closer to him.

“Ugh,” You groan, and he rolls his eyes, pulls back enough to pinch your nose.

“You get to come on my cock, don’t be so fuckin’ glum ketsl.” He kisses you, breathes into your lungs until you’re dizzy and gasping for fresh air. He lets go of your nose and you grin.

“I just love fucking you honey,” You pant, moving erratically now, right on the edge, “I love when you get riled up for me, so strong and big and protective. You wouldn’t fuck me in front of anyone, you love this pussy too much, it’s all yours, no one else gets to see it.”

He could make you wait, could tell you not to come, but you’re so good to him, and he loves you so fucking much.

“That’s fucking right – say it again.” He makes up his mind, wants you hoarse, wants you wrecked. “Say it until you come.”

“I’m yours, yours honey.” You’re quick to comply, so eager, as your pussy pulls off of him nearly all the way and drops back down, again and again, really feeling the length of him, the girth of him, again and again, whisper-moaning right in his ear, against his mouth, “Yoursyoursyoursyoursyours – fuck!”

Your whole body shudders, toes curling in your fancy platform heels. Flip’s hands rub at your nipples and make you whine as you moan, as you some around his cock, as you gasp gasp gasp on his dick. You weakly keep saying it, over and over, all yours.

He pulls out of you until just the tip of his cock is right up against your pussy, and then he comes in your underwear. It’s hot and thick and sticky, and as he comes and empties his load, he pushes the head of his cock back into your cunt and comes some more, smearing it between your folds.

It takes you a minute to stop coming, to stop the shakes. Your body’s like jelly on top of him, but you seem to have enough strength to lick up the long trails of sweat that dripped down Flip’s neck.

“They’re soaked, just like you wanted.” You’re raspy when you whisper, feeling the slippery slope between your thighs as he finally pulls away.

“Good, that means you’ll have to sit on my lap while I finish my beers.” Flip tucks himself back into his own clean underwear, buttons up his jeans. He kisses you hot and heavy, tongue against yours, sweet sounds of making out daring him to get hard again.

“If we wait ten minutes, I’ll sit on your cock.” You dare him too, pull him up off the floor as you stand, “It’s dark, no one will be able to tell.”

“I love the way you think ketsl.” Flip reaches into his pocket for a cigarette, and you take the little book of matches from him, strike one with your fingernail and light up the smoke for him.

And you just grin, because well, you know.

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Ch 3- Man, You Really Are As Dumb As You Look...

Part 2

Summary: Evan asks Stella on a date, Jake’s not impressed and the entire thing takes him on a little trip down memory lane…

Warnings: Bad Language words. SMUT via flashback in Part 2 (NSFW 18+)

Pairing: Jake Jensen x OFC Stella Stevenson.

A/N: So the smut in this chapter is way back when the pair of them were kids. Both 18 before anyone says anything, and is designed to be a truthful reflection of a fist time! We hope you enjoy it because it certainly made us giggle a lot. Thanks Tumblr for eating the first post of this...

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June 1999

Jensen parked his Dad’s ford on the drive at the side of Stella’s house and climbed out, the box containing her corsage which matched his boutonniere in his hand. Taking a deep breath he headed round the back of the house and into the kitchen, not bothering to knock as usual.

Stella’s mom was in the kitchen and she looked up at him, smiling.

“Oh my goodness, Jacob Calvin Jensen…you’ve always been a handsome young man but tonight…well, you look positively dapper!” he beamed.

“Thanks Jules.” Jake felt the heat in his cheeks as he blushed at her praise. “Is Stel ready?”

“She should be, she spent almost all afternoon locked in her room with Rey.”

“Oh, ok. Has she erm…got a bag for tonight?” Jake suddenly felt his mouth go dry, and he nervously scratched the back of his neck. What the fuck was wrong with him? Stella had stayed at his loads of times before and Jules had never batted an eyelid, hell he’d stayed here plenty too and not a word had been said. But now, he was suddenly feeling nervous. But as he looked at Stella’s mom she just smiled and stepped forward towards him. She reached out to straighten the grey and silver bow tie and looked at him.

“She’s special Jake, but you already know that.”

Ok so now he wanted the fucking ground to swallow him.

“Her bag’s in the hall.” Julie stepped back, patting the lapels of his jacket. Jake gave her another smile, set the box with Stella’s corsage down on the side and headed into the hall, taking the opportunity to escape for a moment as he took it to the car, slinging it into the trunk. He headed back inside and before he had to think of anything else to say to steer the conversation away from the fact that Jules knew full well he was planning on having sex with her daughter that night, he was saved by Aubrey who waltzed into the kitchen.

“God, she’s a nervous wreck.” Aubrey mumbled, “Being a right pain in the ass. I’ve done and redone her hair about fifty times.”

She grabbed a can of soda from the fridge, completely ignoring Jensen which was fine by him, and slumped down at the kitchen table.

Julie sighed “So were you at your prom!”

“That was because I was on for Prom Queen.” Aubrey shrugged. At that Jake rolled his eyes, he couldn’t care less about all that Prom Queen shit. As far as he was concerned he had the best girl on his arm. At that point Rey’s eyes flicked to him and she gave a little smile “Well, don’t you scrub up fine?”

“Well Stella told me if I wore my soccer kit she’d kill me” he shrugged and Rey snorted before she frowned.

“Where are your glasses?”

“Contacts” Jake shrugged “Don’t wear ‘em often other than for sport but…”

“Huh.” Rey shrugged.

“Is that everything or you wanna know what colour boxer shorts I’m wearing?” Jake quipped “Can show you if you like?”

“Jacob!” Julie looked at her and he flashed her a cheeky grin.

“For your information they’re black” he winked and then raised his wrist to check his watch. It was getting a little later than he wanted it to be now, but at that point besides him Julie gave a little gasp and he raised his head to see Stella stood in the doorway to the kitchen. Jake felt his moth drop open as he looked at her. He’d seen her dressed up before but never like this. Her dress was a deep blue satin with a pleated skirt that finished just below her knee. It tapered in at the waist and the bodice was lace, high necked and sleeveless with flower applique. On her feet she wore a pair of cream coloured peep-toe pumps that were decorated with little crystals along the arch and her blond hair was pulled back off her face into an elegant knot. Those blue eyes Jake could happily lose himself in popped under a smoky brown eyeshadow and her cheeks were expertly rouged.

She looked like a modern Grace Kelly, absolutely fucking amazing.

“Hi.” He stuttered, stepping towards her.

“Hey Jakey.” She smiled, a little shyly and at that point her mum gave a cough and gestured to the door with her head. Rey rolled her eyes and stood up, following her out as Julie shut the door to give the two of them a bit of privacy.

“Stel you look stunning.” He smiled, dropping his lips to hers in a soft kiss and she beamed at him.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Jake smiled, and then suddenly remembered the box on the side “Oh, here…” he took her hand and led her after him before he picked it up and opened the top. Stella peered inside and then looked up at him.

“Petunia.” she chuckled.

“Well I know they’re your favourites.” He said, gently taking it out surprised to see his hands were shaking. “Right or left.”

“Erm left.” She said after a short deliberation, holding her hand out for him. “Less chance of me banging it.” Jake smiled and gently slipped the pearl-effect beads over her manicured fingers so that the flowers sat on her delicate wrist and she looked at it, smiling. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome babe.” He grinned and she leaned up to kiss him again. “So err, you wanna go. Your bag’s already in the car…and it’s almost 7 so…”

“Yeah, oh…Mom wanted a photo first. Your mom called her before demanding one so…”

Jake groaned “God she was crying when I left. Dad had to drag her back inside as she was waving the car away.”

Stella grinned “Well her baby’s all grown up.”

“Wouldn’t go that far.” He quipped and Stella shook her head with a laugh and headed for the door.

After Julie had gushed over the pair of them and taken what felt like enough photos to fill an entire album she pulled Stella into a hug and Jake stepped back, but not far enough as he still caught what Julie whispered to Stella.

“Your dad would be so proud of you sweetheart.”

“Mom.” Stella sniffed a little and Jake bowed his head, turning to look at Rey who was also surprisingly emotional. He flashed her a little wink and she smiled back as Stella turned to him.

“Ready?” he asked and she nodded. He took her hand and together they walked down the drive. He made sure he opened the car door for her, waiting till she adjusted her dress before shutting it and then hopped in the driver’s side.

Julie and Rey waved them off as he reversed onto the street before they pulled away.

“Oh, before I forget who did you have in the sweepstake for starting the first fight?” Jake asked as he turned left at the top of her street.

“Simon Rogers.” Stella said.

“Rogers?” Jake frowned, “Seriously?”

“Yup” she nodded “He might be small but he’s vicious. Plus Vinnie Foxborough has asked Jenny Marchant to be his date, and we all know she was dating Rogers like a month ago. It’s going off, I’m telling you.”

**** An hour or so after arriving, the Prom was in full swing. They’d done the usual posing for photos upon arrival and headed straight to grab a drink before navigating to the table their group of friends had already claimed. Stel had then headed off to go speak to a few of the girls from her hockey team whilst Jensen had stood with the captain of his soccer squad and a few of the other guys from the team. Eventually they’d worked their way back to one another as the announcements and general fuss started regarding Prom King and Queen. It came as no surprise to anyone who was named, Stacey Holbrook-popular girl number 1 and Will Brady- popular guy number 1. Jensen gave an exaggerated yawn as cheers rang out around the Sports Hall. Stella looked at him, arching an eyebrow as she sat in the chair next to him round their table, his arm slung casually over the back of her chair. He shrugged and grinned as he watched them both take to the stage, a hush fell over the room. Stacey began gushing into the mic, her words vaguely registered in Jensen’s mind as she squealed about how surprised and honoured she was…bla bla bla.

He wouldn’t have minded either, but in Jake’s eyes, she wasn’t a patch on the girl sat to his right. He moved his hand from the back of Stella’s chair, gently placing it round her shoulders and pulling her into him, pressing a kiss to her temple. She looked at him and he flashed her a wink as he reached for his soda. He took a loud gulp and sat back, and then before he could stop it a huge burp escaped his mouth. Jensen sat stock still as everyone in the hall turned in his direction, accusingly. Stella was sinking lower into her chair, trying to disappear but Jake sat up tall and spun round in his seat as if he too was searching for the culprit.

“Disgusting!” he called out loudly, shaking his head. “Whoever that was should be ashamed of themselves.”

A few titters broke out across the hall and he spotted his Football coach smirking at him as he turned back to look at Stella who had her hand slapped over her forehead.

“You’re a fucking nightmare.” She hissed at him.

“I couldn’t help it!” he whispered back. “Better out than in as my dad always says…” As it turns out that was just one of the 2 reasons Jake found himself having to talk his way out of trouble that night. The second however, Jake was pleased to report was Stella’s fault. He was stood talking a few guys from the soccer team when John Digby, their right-back and captain suddenly nudged Jake.

“What?” Jake asked, looking at him. John nodded over his shoulder and Jake turned to see Stella was in an angry exchange with the captain of the football team. A huge, hulking jock that played quarterback called Brad Kingsley. He watched for a second, grinning as the huge guy seemed actually quite frightened of Stella who was jabbing him in his chest but then as he spotted Brad’s girlfriend stalking towards them he gave a groan. “Ahh shit. Be right back…”

“Good luck with that!” John shot after him as the team laughed “Your Misssus is fuckin’ scary…”

“Don’t I know it.” Jensen mumbled as he jogged over to where quite a crowd was gathering now, just in time to hear Stell call Brad a fucking asshole. “Hey, hey…” Jensen said gently, grabbing her arm. She turned to look at him and he instantly saw the problem. The front of her dress, over the chest area was soaked.

“He just spilt his drink all over me, and not even a fucking apology!” she seethed.

“It was an accident!” Brad said, his voice loud.

“Fuck you!” Stella snarled and Jensen took a deep breath.

“Stel, babes, come on…” he consoled her a little, and she took one final glare at Brad, before she looked at Jensen, wrenching her arm free and stalked away. He watched her go for a bit before he turned back to Brad, seeing the guy was now cracking his knuckles ominously. What he lacked in brains, which was quite a lot actually- the guy was thick as two short planks- he made up for in brawn and whilst Jensen was more than capable of holding his own in a fight, he really didn’t fancy his chances here. “Brad, look man, I don’t want any trouble…” “I can’t hit women.” Brad shrugged “But I can give you a smack for your girl’s mouth…”

“Come on…you know what they’re like.” Jensen shrugged “Plus its shark week so….hormones…” he smoothed out the bigger man’s jacket before both his hands rest on his upper biceps, slapping them gently before he let go. “She rides the red river and it turns her into a fucking ogre. You wouldn’t really wanna hold that against me would you bro?”

“Suppose not.” Brad mumbled.

“Cheers pal, I owe you.” Jensen slapped his back as he made a hasty retreat, letting the air out of his lungs as he walked.

Thankfully, the rest of the evening passed with little to no drama and Jensen actually found it to be quite enjoyable. For the first time it dawned on him that this, well this really did signal the end of high-school and in 3 months, just over 12 weeks or so, he and Stella would be off to Norwich to start the ROTC for 4 years. He was looking forward to it- living away from home, the fun of College life whilst training with the Army and most of all having his best friend and girl by his side. Buoyed by the sudden feel good factor, he dragged Stella off to dance with their friends and the pair of them grinned when about 4 songs in the opening bars of Journey “Don’t Stop Believing” hit their ears and everyone on the dance floor gave a loud shriek.

“Well what do you know, they’re playing our song.” Jake grinned as he pulled Stella towards him.

“It’s odds on they’d play this.” She rolled her eyes, grinning as he began to sing in a stupid voice, twirling her around. She watched him as he ran through his usual dance moves to the song…pointing at everyone when he sang the word strangers, arching his hand upwards a little over his head like a rainbow to the word boulevard. By the time the song hit its crescendo their entire group of friends had joined in and Stella shook her head at him as he gave her a wink.

“You’re an idiot…” she said as the song finished and morphed into something by the Backstreet Boys that Jensen couldn’t remember the name of.

“But I’m your idiot, doll.” He grinned and she gave a laugh cocking her head to one side, her arms sliding up round his neck.

“Yeah, yeah you are…”

At that point they were both shoved violently to the side, Jensen grabbing Stella to stop her falling. He spun round, immediately ready to give whoever it was a warning to be careful when his eyes fell on Simon Rogers and Vinnie Foxborough who were both going hell for leather in the middle of the floor, fists flying as people rushed into separate them. With a groan Jensen turned to Stella who was stood there, the rest of their friends also hanging their heads as she held her hand out, palm up. “Pay up, losers!” she grinned, and Jake snorted as Sally, Ewan, Brady, Mackenzie and Danny all reached into their purses or wallets and slapped five bucks into her hand each. She looked at Jake and he frowned.

“I’m not paying you.” He shook his head.

“Stop being a whiney bitch JJ.” She grinned and he shook his head again.

“I’ll buy you a Big Mac meal on the way home instead.”

Stella looked at him, considering his offer before she grinned “You do know that’s gonna cost you more than five bucks, right?”

Jake shrugged “You’re worth it.”

“Gee, thanks” she snorted.

“What can I say, I’m a romantic…and speaking of which…” he moved closer to her, dropping his head down so his lips were by her ears. “Wanna get out of here? Mom and Dad are out tonight so we can have the place to ourselves for a few hours before they get home.”

Stella turned her head to look at him, and he noticed that her cheeks had flushed a little and she bit her lip shyly before she nodded.

“Yeah, ok.”

Jake smiled, taking a deep breath before he pressed his lips to hers. They made their excuses to their friends, promising to catch up with them all soon and then the two of them made their way hand in hand off the floor, weaving in between people as they headed for the exit.

**** “I think my personal favourite bit was when you called the captain of the football team an asshole.” Jake said as he grabbed Stella’s bag from the trunk of his dad’s car “Good times.” “He deserved it.” She narrowed her eyes.

“And I supposed I deserved the punch he was going to give me for you being a mouthy brat.” Jensen looked at her as she shrugged, grinning.

“Yeah, how did you talk you way out of it anyway?” she asked, taking his hand as they walked down the drive towards the front door.

“Told him it was shark week.” Jake shrugged and Stella stopped dead.

“You did what?”

“You heard me, I blamed your little meltdown on hormones.”

“You are such an asshole!” Stella grit out through her teeth and Jake laughed, turning to face her.

"It was that or he punched me in the mouth, and let’s face it gorgeous, this-." he waved his hand in a circle round his face, finger pointing towards it"-is too good to ruin"

She looked at him, shaking her head and snorting as he dropped a kiss to her cheek and opened the door. The house was dark and empty as he let Stella in first, where she dropped her shoes which she was carrying in her hand to the floor as Jake followed her into the hall, dumping her bag.

“You want a drink?” Jake asked and Stella turned to him, nodding.

“Yeah”

“A proper one?”

“Dur.”

Jake grinned and he led her down the hall and into the little den where his dad kept the good stuff. He tossed his jacket over the back of the arm chair, shrugging off his waistcoat and depositing that in the same place. Rolling his shirt sleeves up to get more comfortable, he yanked open the liquor cabinet and blinked when he saw the post it stuck on the front of the bottle of vodka. It was his dad’s handwriting and with a snort he pulled it off and handed it to Stella.

“Don’t even think about it…” she read with a laugh “Fuck he knows us so well.”

“Like he never did it.” Jake grumbled, shoving the bottle back. He stood up and made his way through to the kitchen, yanking open the fridge “Oh come on dad!” he groaned as he saw another note stuck to the beer. He read it and gave a shrug “ok, so apparently this is fine…”

He pulled two out, popped the lids and handed one to Stella. She took a huge pull and let out a groan.

“Not being able to legally drink until 21 sucks “she grumbled, “I mean how can we be old enough to join the army but not consume alcohol?”

“Maybe we should move to Europe babe.” He said as they both dropped onto the sofa. Stella snorted and then sighed.

“We may end up doing.” She tapped her finger nails against the bottle “I mean, who knows where we’re gonna end up.” “Yeah, well we got years to think about that.” Jensen shrugged as he reached for the remote to turn the TV on but stopped abruptly as Stella grabbed his wrist.

“Seriously, the house is ours…and you brought me home early to watch TV?”

“No, I was…just…” he trailed off as she took the bottle off him, placed it on the table and then hitched her dress up slightly so she could straddle him. Jensen swallowed a little as her hands gently copped his face and she kissed him. For reasons which he couldn’t even place himself, because damned they’d done a lot more than simply make out, he was nervous and it showed clearly as Stella pulled back, frowning a little.

“What’s wrong?”

Jake looked at her, blinking in the dim light of the room and shook his head, jerking himself to his senses “Nothing, nothing at all.”

In a flash his lips were back on hers, his arms round her back as he held her close, his tongue snaking into her mouth, tanging with hers. As the kissing grew in intensity, he could feel himself growing aroused and clearly Stel could do as she rotated her hips slightly, grinding down against him and he gave a hiss. His hands moved to the side of her thighs, pushing up her skirt even further, fingers trailing against her skin and she moaned as he gripped her ass, giving a little squeeze. With an easy movement, Jake stood and turned them so she was under him on the couch. His lips moved to her jaw and he trailed hot kisses down her neck to the top of her dress, focussing on that spot on her neck he’d found the first time they’d made out, enjoying the little whimpers she made right by his ear. His hands crept back up her skirt, settling on her hips as her arms wrapped around him, dancing over the top of his shirt. His lips moved back to her mouth and he kissed her again, pushing down against her and Stella gave a soft keen of delight at the contact.

“Fuck, I love you Stel.” He muttered against her mouth.

“Love you too Jakey.” Her voice was punctuated by a gasp and he pulled back to look at her, her eyes shining.

“Stel, I know…I haven’t asked you if you wanna…you know…” he stumbled over his words and she smiled softly, and cut him off.

“I do.” She assured him before she pushed her head upwards, lips crashing onto his and her hands grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it free of his pants. His back muscles twitched as her hands danced over his skin, the sensation of her gently dragging her nails across the base of his spine sent a spike of desire, like a red hot poker through his entire body and he let out a groan.

“Can we go upstairs?” he asked softly.

“Yeah…” she nodded.

Wordlessly he stood up, shifting his pants slightly which were fucking uncomfortable thanks to his now painful erection and grabbing their beers in one hand, he held his other out and pulled her to her feet. He led her out into the hall, up the stairs and across the landing into his room, kicking the door shut with his foot.

He flicked on the lamp on his nightstand, his eyes glancing at the photo of the two of them taken after one of his soccer matches where his cheeks were red and his face was sweaty from the exertion of the game. He loved that snap, it was the final match of the season where they had won the league and the day he’d first told her he’d loved her. Her face had lit up as she’d whispered it back to him, before he’d made it past second base that evening on the chair in a dark corner of the garden, their families milling around elsewhere, completely oblivious.

He set the bottles of beer down and turned to look back at her. She was stood, watching him, biting her lip out of nervous anticipation and suddenly a wave apprehension crashed over him as he started to realise that this was going to happen. The thought of losing his virginity to Stel had never worried him before, hell, they’d done pretty much everything else bar hit the home run to so speak, but for some reason now it seemed like a big deal. He swallowed a little, his mind flicking back to the conversation he’d had with his sister a few days ago. Whilst he and his dad were close- condom conversation proving that- there were something he just didn’t want to ask his old man about, and how to make Stel feel good when he popped her cherry so to speak was one of them. So he’d approached Jane, who for once hadn’t ripped him to shit. She’d told him the first time was gonna be awkward as hell, so he needed to be gentle, get her off in some way before he poked her (Jane’s words, not his) and most importantly he had to make sure she was ready to do it.

Licking his lips he walked back towards her and she stepped closer to him, her eyes locking onto his as his hands fell to her hips and he kissed her again, before his fingers skated up the back of her dress and he found the zipper. With a deep breath, Jensen slid the zipper down her dress causing it to fall forward slightly and he got a glimpse of her breasts, which he had yet to actually see come to think of it, and here they were, clad in a lacy, strapless black bra. He held onto his shoulders and he glanced down, watching her as she stepped out of it, kicking it to the side.

“God you’re beautiful.” He stuttered out and Stella giggled nervously before he kissed her again and pivoted them so he could lay her out on her back on his bed. He crawled up next to her, laying on his side as she tipped her head and he kissed her again, his right hand sliding up and cupping her breast over her bra. Stella arched her back a little and Jensen’s groan caught in his throat as he slid his hand down her bare stomach and gently slipped it into her panties, over her soft curls and felt her slick against his fingers. He started to play with her, the way he’d found out she’d liked and his face watched hers intently as she bit her lip, her eyes falling shut in pleasure. Before long her hips started to move against his hand and he gently moved his wrist, inserting 2 fingers inside her. Her body reacted the way he’d seen before and encouraged he continued his movements. Her hand moved up to grab at his hair, pulling him down to kiss him and before long she was crying out, her hand wrapping around his wrist as her walls fluttered around his fingers as she came.

Jensen was actively now trying not to blow his load in his pants as he watched his girl ride out her orgasm. His eyes squinted slightly as he pressed his forehead to hers, the sticky fingers from her core resting on her hip. After a moment or two that same hand moved up her side and under her back, his eyes closed as he reached her bra.

His fingers paused on the clasp and he looked at her, remembering his sisters words and he kissed her again, his head pressing against hers.

“Please tell me you want this” he said, his voice a nervous plea.

“Yeah, yeah I do…” she nodded.

“Good, me too…ok...that’s good” he smiled against her lips as his fingers moved to her clasp. He’d read there was a technique to flicking it open with a snap of your thumb and finger, but right now that really wasn’t’ happening. Shifting slightly he slid his other arm underneath her as she moved her shoulders slightly to allow him to get both hands on it, but he was still struggling, his fingers slipping against the clasp.

“Stell.” He whispered and she looked at him.

“What?”

“I'm nervous” he lightly chuckled. She smiled, and bit her lip.

“Me too.” She sat up, “Here…” her arms moved behind her and she undid her bra, tossing it to the side as it fell forward. Jake watched, his throat bobbing as he swallowed, giving an involuntary gasp almost as he saw her bare breasts for the first time.

Her fingers gently undid the buttons on his shirt, pushing it over his shoulders and Jensen gently slid down, taking her lace panties with him before he stood up, dispensing of the rest of his clothes, his eyes roving over her bare form as she lay on the bed, watching him. Fuck, the sight of her laying there completely naked was sending him into overdrive so as quickly as he could he moved and reached into the drawer on his night stand for the box of condoms he’d bought especially. His fingers slipped a little as he tore the foil packet open, his hand shaking as he knelt on the bed between her legs, rolling it down over his shaft. It was awkward, and he was starting to get a little bit het up when Stella put a hand over his and he glanced up at her knowing full well she could read him, she always could. She guided his hand down and once he was sheathed he moved, his hands either side of her shoulders as he positioned himself.

With as gently a movement as he could, he worked his way gently into her letting out a loud groan, and her breath hitched a little. The sensation of being buried in her for the first time washed over him, her tight warmth hugging his cock and his arms gave way causing him to drop to his elbows. Luckily he caught himself in time, and he shifted a little to support his weight on his forearms so he didn’t crush her.

“You ok?” she asked softly. Every muscle in his body was tense and she could clearly feel it as he lay over her.

“Yeah.” He panted. “You?” “I’m good…” there was a little pause and she placed her hand on the bottom of his back, applying a little pressure with her palm, almost as if she was trying to pull him towards her "Jakey, you gotta move, please baby..."

So he did. He started thrusting. Slowly at first, picking up the pace a little as he gained confidence. Her hands slipped up his back and came to rest as her arms hooked under his, palms flat on the back of his shoulders.

Jensen watched her carefully as he continued his movements, his eyes locked onto hers. She looked straight back at him as her body gently moved with each thrust he made. He leaned down to kiss her, and it's was a little sloppy because his brain and body were that awash with this absolute new sensation of pleasure that he was struggling to function or focus on much at the moment. He broke the kiss, dropping his forehead to hers, his mouth slack as the heat tightened in his belly and he knew it wasn’t going to be long before he came.

"Stel, I'm not...I'm not gonna..." he started to explain, almost apologies even but she cut him off.

"It's ok,..." she nudged his nose with hers "Let me see you..."

He raised his head and she looked straight at him, and with a few more little thrusts he was gone, tipping over the edge with a little grunt and a cry of her name. As the surge of pleasure washed over him he pitched forward, burying his face into her neck, breathing deeply as the world span around him, the blood pounding in his ears was almost deafening.

Stella’s hands gently slid up his back, scratching at that spot on the nape of his neck, softly tangling in his hair.

"You ok, did I hurt you?" he asked, tilting his head to look at her.

"You'd never hurt me Jake."

“You’d never hurt me Jake…”

Those words echoed round Jensen’s brain and with a groan he rolled onto his back as sleep persistently evaded him. That was one trip down memory lane he hadn’t needed, more so because the words were fucking bullshit. He had hurt her, the one thing he'd always sworn never to do. That night, their first time had been perfect, and whilst it had been awkward as hell and he’d lasted all of 5 minutes, it had been special because they’d loved one another.

Jensen turned his head to see Britney, the dark haired friend of the nurse he’d met in the bar the other night sleeping, next to him and he lay back with his eyes fixed on a spot on the ceiling. Seeing Stella before had riled him enough to call the woman and pick her up from work after her shift ended at midnight. A bottle of wine and few shots of tequila later their clothes had ended up strewn all over his apartment and, well, here she was, fast asleep next to him.

It hadn’t been a bad fuck. Jensen had the impression Britney was after a release as much as he had been and it had shown, neither of them wasting any time on foreplay. But as he lay there he was kind of ashamed to admit he missed the cuddling that Stella would always seek out after.

With another sigh he hauled himself out of bed, located his boxers and headed to his kitchen for some water. He drained a glass before grabbing a packet of advil, tossing 2 down and then draining another glass before he wandered back into the bedroom, dropping back down next to his sleeping guest. He turned himself onto his side, his back facing her and closed his eyes willing sleep to come for him.

****

Not wanting to be a total Douchebag, Jake at least made Britney some breakfast the next morning before he told her he really needed to get ready to work. She smiled at him, understanding totally she was being dismissed and hopped off the stool by the breakfast bar, locating her clothing. He watched her go, noticing the way her hips swayed underneath his t-shirt was nothing like as arousing as how Stella’s did, before he dropped the dishes into the sink shaking his head.

Once she was ready, Jake opened the door to the landing and she turned to face him. “Look, I know this was probably a one- time thing but…”

At that point Stella’s door opened and Jake’s eyes flicked to her over Britney’s shoulder as she stopped dead and looked at him, then the woman in front of him, before she gave a snort and a shake of her head, turning to lock her door. Jensen felt that stupid, child inside him stir and he turned to Britney shaking his head.

“No, that’s…” he said, stopping her, his voice loud enough to carry across the landing “I’d like to take you out. Do it properly next time?”

“Really?” Britney almost squealed and threw her arms round him. “That’s…yeah, I’d love that Jensen.”

“Great, I’ll call.” He smiled, leaning down to give her a peck on the lips. She pulled back, pinched his cheek and then headed for the elevator

“Didn’t know Mc Donald’s dealt in brunettes.” Stella said dryly, arching an eyebrow.

Jensen shrugged and grinned “Let’s just say it was a different kinda drive through…”

Stella wrinkled her nose “That’s gross.”

Jensen snorted, and watched as she moved towards the elevator before she stopped and instead turned towards the stairs. He watched her go, and no sooner had the stairway door shut the elevator arrived.

“Bye!” Britney called, blowing him a kiss. Jensen smiled and then turned back into his apartment, shutting the door behind him, banging his head back against the wood. What the fuck had he just done? Something that was meant as a quick bang one night had suddenly morphed into him taking the girl on a date?

Could always just change your number?

No point…she knows where you live.

Move apartments?

Little dramatic, all things considered don’t you think?

Maybe you should give the girl a chance? I mean, after all, Stella’s taken one on Agent Dick Name…

Yeah. That was sensible, and she hadn’t been a bad lay after all.

With a decisive nod he pushed himself off the door and headed for the shower.

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tearsofgrace · 4 years

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Thrown Back In Time

Dean started as if from a dream, and the walls of the barn came into focus all around him. Sigils painted everywhere, and the metallic smell of paint still clinging to the air. He ran a hand slowly through his hair, trying to process what had happened. One minute, he’d been in the bunker, researching ways to take down Chuck, and the next he was here. He knew exactly where he was, he wouldn’t soon forget this place. But why? And how? And most importantly--

“You alright, boy?” He turned his head and saw Bobby standing in the corner, touching up one of the symbols on the wall.

“Yeah, just, uh--”

“Dean, we’re going to figure this out. Whatever evil son of a bitch did this to you, he’s gonna die.”

Dean nodded, not trusting himself to speak. The only way this could have happened was Chuck. Chuck messing with his little toys again, playing his stupid game. And the one thing they knew for sure about Chuck was that he wanted his happy ending. He wanted the boys to play their part, to play along. So, if he was getting out of this, then he had to play along.

Bobby did the ritual and they waited. Dean remembered saying something, mouthing off to Bobby last time, the first time. But there was no need. He knew he did the ritual right. He knew the angel of Thursday was coming.

The barn overhead started shaking and he glanced at Bobby to make sure he was alright. This place, this moment, he thought about it more than he cared to admit. The first time he was here, he was so lost. Scared, confused, alone. But not willing to admit any of it. He didn’t want to be like that Dean. The Dean that locked up his emotions and pushed away his family. Was that what Chuck was trying to show him? How weak he’d become?

Sparks flew as the lights exploded and the barn doors were flung open to reveal Castiel. But not his Castiel. He struggled to focus on that thought. This Castiel was a soldier. An angel who followed orders and would slaughter him without a second thought. This Castiel did not care about Dean.

As the angel walked toward them, he saw Bobby raise his shotgun, and he hurried to do the same, knowing that it wouldn’t do anything. Appearances had to be maintained.

Bobby cast a nervous look at Dean when Castiel kept walking, unbothered by the storm of lead. Dean set his shotgun aside and picked up the demon knife.

“Who are you?” he asked, even though he knew. He knew better than anyone else.

“I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.” Dean had to fight to keep the smile off his face. Cas had been such a tightass.

“Yeah, well, thanks for that.” He lunged forward and plunged the knife into Castiel’s chest. And it hurt. Even though he knew it would do nothing, he still stabbed his best friend.

And maybe it was the shock that broke the dam repressing his feeling, but the next words out of his mouth were not him playing a part.

“Damn, that’s still hot.” The angel peered at him and tilted his head, and Dean knew he had screwed up whatever plan Chuck had. But there was something too familiar in the tilt of his head, something soft in his eyes that Dean was just seeing. None of that had been there before they met, before they developed their “profound bond” or whatever you want to call it.

“Dean?”

“Cas?”

“Why-- how are you--” Cas trailed off, and then looked at Dean with an accusing glare.

“You stabbed me!”

“Uh, yeah, sorry about that.”

“Why did you stab me if you’re you you?”

“What was I supposed to do? I thought we were supposed to play our parts or whatever. Why did you do the whole thunder and lightning show?” Cas rolled his eyes but let his lips fall into a smile.

“Dean, what the hell is going on? Do you know him?” Bobby was standing there, shotgun still fixed on Castiel’s chest, staring at Dean in bewilderment.

“That’s a long story, um, he’s, uh, an ex?”

He ignored Cas’ pointed stare, along with the muttered, “I’m gonna send your ass back to hell,” that went with it.

Before Bobby could respond, Cas reached his arm out and put two fingers on his forehead, sending him straight to sleep.

“An ex?”

“Whatever, Cas, I was scrambling.”

They looked at each other and shrugged, and Dean couldn’t stop his eyes from drifting to Cas’ hair. It was as messy and beautiful as it had been the first time they met.

“So, we’re back,” Cas said, trying to meet Dean’s eyes unsuccessfully.

“Yeah, what do you want to change?”

“Change?”

“Chuck must have some reason for sending us back here, right? Maybe we’re supposed to change something.”

“Oh, right.”

“So, let’s go find him. Kick his ass.” Cas rolled his eyes fondly.

“Yes, because I’m sure he didn’t predict we would do that. He sent us back Dean, he’s off limits. Why don’t we go take care of Ruby?”

“Ruby? Oh, shit, Ruby. Yeah, okay.”

They walked together out of the barn, leaving Bobby lying there (Dean had protested but Cas insisted he would be sleeping for over a week, and besides, he had placed protection over the barn and it was covered with enough sigils to protect New York City) and made their way to the Impala.

“Hi, Baby, you miss me?” Dean said, happily running his hand over her hood.

“Dean, you drove her yesterday.”

“Right.”

They drove together in silence, neither one quite sure what to say in such a situation. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though. They always found solace in one another’s company.

They reached the motel Sam had been staying at (thank Chuck Cas had a vice-like memory, Dean would never have remembered) and stood outside his room.

“What are we even gonna say?” Cas tilted his head, considering for a moment.

“It’s Ruby we’re after. We don’t need to say anything to Sam.” Dean nodded before knocking twice on the door. But instead of his oversized, incredibly dumb baby brother, he was greated by a short man with a scruffy beard. An impossibly infuriating man, who wasn’t actually a man at all.

“Hey guys! Cas, looking great. Dean, good to see you. Come on in!”

“Chuck,” Dean growled, going for his gun.

“Nope, none of that, Dean,” Chuck said, and with a wave of his hand sent the gun flying away. With another wave of a hand, Dean and Cas were sitting in chairs opposite each other, both unable to move.

“What the hell is this?” Dean said. Cas just sat there, silently glaring daggers at the father he had once placed so much faith in.

“The best part of my story.”

“What?” Dean’s confusion was mounting by the second. Chuck had never made sense, but even for him, this was a little out there.

“It was never supposed to happen, actually. My design was always about the brothers. Sam and Dean, saving the world. I mean Cas was going to be part of it. But not like this.”

“Cut the bullshit.” Dean looked at Cas appraisingly. Never thought he’d hear those words out of his guardian angel’s mouth.

“Aw, Cas, you shock me. You and Dean. It was never supposed to happen. But I don’t control my characters feelings, not entirely anyway. But now that it has happened, it could be the perfect addition. The epic love story that keeps you on the edge of your seat. But you two are the most stubborn characters I’ve ever worked with and if I didn’t intervene you would keep swallowing your feelings until even I ceased to exist.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean tried to keep his voice steady but his ears were tinged pink. Of course Chuck knew he had fallen for Cas. He was God. But Cas didn’t know, and now their friendship was going to come crumbling down. He kept his eyes fixed on the floor, desperate to not look at the angel he had fallen for. Desperate to avoid the disgust he knew would be on his face.

“So, I brought you back here,” Chuck went on, ignoring the interruption. “Where it all started. Hoping that would spark a conversation. And you decide to go after the demon chick? She barely mattered to the story anyway! But, I have you here now, so, who wants to go first?”

Cas didn’t speak, and Dean was determined to keep his mouth shut too. His gaze was still fixed on the floor, and he was sure his entire face was bright red by now.

“Castiel, why don’t you go first?” Chuck snapped his fingers. “Don’t worry, just a little truth spell to help you along. Castiel, are you in love with Dean?”

It was a whisper, spoken in shame. So low Dean could barely hear it, but he did. And it set his heart pounding. “Yes.”

Chuck laughed. A cruel, condescending, laugh. “And Dean, are you in love with Cas?”

He could feel the words being torn from his throat. He struggled to keep his voice low, but it came out as a shout. “Yes.”

“Good. Now that we have that taken care of, you can go back to trying to defeat me. You can’t win, Dean Winchester. You see, I always get my way. The perfect story. Even when you think you can win, can develop something like this that I never saw coming. I control it all in the end.”

They were whisked back to the bunker, Dean’s head still spinning. It finally hit him that Cas had said yes. He had said he was in love with Dean. But it must have been Chuck, forcing a lie out of him.

They both awoke, sitting at the table. Sam was gone, and Jack was too. Dean made eye contact with Cas for the first time since they’d run into Chuck. He felt like he was in a lightning storm, peering into that blue, but he also felt safe. It was so clear, so bright. He couldn’t stop the blood rushing to his cheeks.

“Dean. Did you mean it?” The angel’s voice was hurt and timid, and Dean finally let his mind open to the possibility that this wasn’t one of Chuck’s schemes.

“Yes,” he said simply, his heart threatening to pound out of his chest.

And then Cas was standing, pulling him up into an embrace. Their arms stayed wrapped firmly around each other as their lips pressed together. The world spun and happiness filled Dean’s whole soul. His hands lifted to Cas’ cheeks and he gently cupped the angel’s face.

“I love you Castiel,” he said, pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you too.”

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octoberobserver · 3 years

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I saw where someone else had made a post about that vine video where the one guys wakes the other up but then a 2nd guy was in the bed as well and no one knew. yea that for adult reddie

Hi nonnie, so sorry for the late reply on this! Thanks for this fun prompt, I had a blast. It ended up being 60% Hanbrough tbh, but I had fun with it ^_^

Read on ao3 Wake Up Call for Mr Tozier

Richie and Eddie weren’t subtle.

They were handsy.

And flirty.

And drunk.

But for someone able to concoct such elaborate stories (albeit with horrible endings) and create beautiful sentences (albeit among gore and horror), Bill Denbrough wasn’t always what the Losers would call…intuitive. At least not when it came to badly-kept secrets.

Common sense isn’t all that common, Eddie would shrug.

Dumb as a sack of hammers, Bev would reply.

King of the Himbos, Richie would conclude.

Which was how, on the eve of their second annual reunion, when all the Losers, (plus Patty, Don and Adrian - all officially new members) eventually retired to bed, where they were staying with Bill and Mike in his giant, seven-bedroom L.A. home, he failed to notice Richie and Eddie’s sleeping arrangements.

He watched, bleary-eyed, as the two ‘helped’ each other up the stairs, each as drunk as the other, doing more stumbling than anything, like two hammered Bambis. Suppressing his chuckle, Bill wound an arm around Mike’s waist as leaned in close, following his eye line.

“Did we put enough pillows in the guest room for Eddie?”

A slow smile spread across Mike’s face as he watched dumb and dumber stumble on the stairs, giggling like the two perpetual middle-schoolers they were.

“Something tells me he won’t need ‘em, Bill,” he murmured before planting a kiss to the side of his boyfriend’s head.

Bill frowned, turning to Mike, opening his mouth to ask why not.

“Come to bed.”

Bill’s mouth snapped shut, transforming into a grin.

~*~

Like with endings, (at least the literary kind), mornings were not Bill’s forte. But it had to be said, waking up next to Mike Hanlon, definitely helped.

“Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey,” a deep, low voice mumbled into his ear, a huff of breath causing him to shiver.

With a groan, he turned over and snuggled into the furnace-like warmth of the man beside him, burying his face in his shoulder, a pleased hum escaping his lips as he felt a strong arm wind around him.

“Do we have to make breakfast for everyone?”

His question was muffled and more than a little sulky, but Mike laughed all the same.“

We wanna be good hosts, don’t we?”

Bill groaned again, his head making its feelings known on that last shot of tequila he downed because Richie had dared him. (Maybe he was still a bit of a middle-schooler too.)

“I guess so.”

“That’s the spirit.”

Mike’s tone was warm, teasing, and alluring enough that Bill just had to look up and kiss him, right on the lips, morning breath be damned.

“Don’t talk about spirits,” he mumbled against his mouth, “my head hasn’t forgiven me for last night.”

Mike raked his palms up Bill’s sides, squeezing his hips. “No sympathy,” he grinned, eyes twinkling, “all self-inflicted.”

With that he gave a hearty smack to his ass, beginning to push him out of the bed. “Go on, you go wake up the kids. I’ll get breakfast started.”

Bill moaned, and not for good reasons.

“I hate having to wake Richie. He’s like a bear in the morning.”

Mike swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up, stretching, his sleep-shirt riding up and revealing a sliver of the very tantalising skin above his belly button, making Bill freeze mid-step.

“I feel like it’s my duty to remind you on Richie’s behalf that he is not a bear, he’s a...sea lion?” Mike paused, scratching his stomach, “No, that’s not right. An otter? Beaver? I don’t know man, something that swims, I think. Adrian was trying to teach me all the different kinds of gay—mmph!”

Bill cut him off with a kiss, leaning up and dragging him down into it.

“I love you, you giant, sexy nerd,” he grinned as the kiss broke, running his thumb under the hem of Mike’s sleep-shirt.

“I love you too,” Mike winked, smacking Bill’s ass again, “but don’t think it gets you out of waking the Losers. Start with someone easy, like Eddie.”

There was something in Mike’s voice, in his smirk, that had Bill’s suspicions flaring, but he sighed, pecking his jaw before resigning himself to his fate. Out of all of them, Eddie was one of the earliest risers, usually. It was a tie between him, Ben and Stan, most of the time. Ben, a frequent morning jogger, and Stan, an avid bird-watcher. So really, Bill knew Mike was right, starting with him.

Shrugging nto his slippers and robe, he dragged a hand through his bed-head and shuffled down the corridor, making a bee-line for Eddie’s room.

“Eds?” he called out quietly as he knocked. “Mike and I are making breakfast if you’re interested?”

Silence rang out. With a frown, he turned the handle and gave a quick glance around the door, eyes falling on the empty bed, so neatly made up, it looked like it hadn’t been slept in. Huh. Eddie must already be up. With a shrug, Bill closed the door with a snap and decided that it was best to just rip the bandaid off. Richie was going to be the one that gave the most pushback, so he may as well start with him. If he was his usual grumpy self, Bill could always move onto everyone else then loop back around.

With Richie though, he’d have to try a different approach than with Eddie. Something loud and annoying to get back at him for his part in Bill’s hangover. Quickly, he got fished out his phone from his robe pocket, turning to the guest room where Richie was staying, directly opposite Eddie’s.

Counting down from three in his head, he hit record and flung the door wide open, spotting Richie asleep in one of the twin beds. Stifling his laugh, Bill switched on the light and yelled, “Wake up, Sleepyhead!”

He watched gleefully as Richie, with a serious case of bed-head, jumped, grumbling something like, “Whoa, what’s goin—”

“The fuck, man?”

Bill blinked as Eddie suddenly popped up from behind Richie, his arm very noticeably thrown over his hip, both men very, very shirtless. The three friends stared at each other. A beat of silence passed.

Two.

Three.

Shock shot through Bill, his brain scrambling to make sense of this picture, a borderline hysterical laugh escaping his throat. He found his brain vividly flashing back to various moments, touches, shared smiles between Richie and Eddie and…oh. Then, with exactly zero input from his brain, his feet turned him around and led him right back out the bedroom door, a louder laugh bursting from him and carrying down the corridor, no doubt enough to wake the rest of the Losers.

Good. That gave him time to spill the beans to Mike.

Richie and Eddie blinked at the closed door that their friend had just bolted through.

“Well, that’s one way to tell him,” Eddie sighed, letting his head fall back onto the pillow, his arm tightening around Richie’s waist.

“Yeah, you popping up all Whack-A-Mole-style and scaring the crap outta him was one way to go, Eds,” Richie chuckled, turning around to face him and kissing him on the forehead.

“The man fought a murderous space clown. Twice,” Eddie grumbled into his neck, “I think he can survive seeing us in bed together.”

Richie snorted, settling a hand on his lower back, pulling their bodies closer together, he already in danger of falling out of the far too small bed.

“You know there’s a double in your room, right?” he murmured into Eddie’s hair. “Remind me again why we ended up squeezed into this tiny twin bed?”

Eddie poked him in the chest, prompting him to lean back to look him in the eye.

“Rich, we were so drunk, we’re lucky we didn’t end up trying to make these into bunk beds and sleeping in them, or something worse.”

Richie smirked. “That tub was looking appealing last night, not gonna lie.”

“And besides,” Eddie poked his chest again, softer this time, “I wanted to push the beds together to make a double. Like we did in middle school. But, you know, the tequila—”

“Ahh, the tequila,” Richie sighed wistfully, before leaning down and pressing their foreheads together.“Guess the cat’s outta the bag now, huh?”

Eddie rolled his eyes before letting them close.

“All the others already know. Bill was just being slow on the uptake as usual.”

Richie bumped their noses.

“Told you, Eds. He’s a himbo.”

“King Himbo, I think you said.”

They shared a laugh before closing the short distance, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss. Richie hummed into it happily, (still tickled that Eddie apparently wasn’t as opposed to morning breath as he thought), brushing his tongue along Eddie’s bottom lip, the kiss deepening. Just as things were getting good, far too good for two people who were just called for breakfast, Eddie stilled, pulling away, his cheeks flushed, lips plump, and his eyes wide.

“Wait, was he recording us?”

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captainficspace · 3 years

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No Boys Allowed- Vanya’s Day

Fandom: The Umbrella Academy

Characters: Vanya Hargreeves, Allison Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves (sort of)

A/N: I had the best time doing TUA fic week and definitely want to keep writing for this fandom. Thank you all so much for reading. Enjoy today’s entry :)

“Can you braid? Neither of us know how.” Allison knew that Ben knew, but he must have been playing dumb the entire time if anyone had asked him for help. When Klaus had knocked on her door, Vanya by his side, she knew they were seeking her out for a reason. She took it as a welcome distraction.

“We were saying how nice he would look with his hair French-braided.” Vanya added, “But neither of us can follow a tutorial for anything.” Something stirred inside Allison, excitement maybe? There had been so many awful, confusing things going on lately that she hadn’t even begun to process. But this was one of those few times she could actually help, no matter how small the request was.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

They didn’t have what had now been lovingly referred to as “girl’s night” very often at all as kids. But sometimes, a rare sometimes, Allison would desperately need a sister’s company at the same time Klaus would desperately need a break from the nonstop aggression of brothers at the same time Vanya was lonely enough to risk actually seeking out someone to be with. “Girl’s” night was of course loosely-defined since Klaus was involved, but any other brothers barging in to play superheroes or throw knives at the boy band posters on the wall were firmly redirected to the hand-written No Boys Allowed sign taped to the door for such occasions.

It would feel like the times they all snuck into each other’s room after bedtime to play cards or tell stories, but somehow even more vital in their purpose and function. Girl’s nights were few and far between, sometimes less cheery and loud than the group hangs, but the sisters and honorary “girl” needed their time.

This was the first one they all had as adults, already feeling somehow younger and hopelessly old as they gathered on the floor of Allison’s room.

“So who’s going first?” She flitted around the room, gathering what she thought they would need. Most of her things were exactly as she left them, the brush and mirror and extremely 2000s barrettes and butterfly clips. She grabbed a makeup bag and a pack of stick-on nails just in case the night started picking up.

Klaus volunteered, “I need a modern makeover.”

“As modern as we can get with these beaded hair ties.” Allison ran her hands through his shoulder-length waves, smiling as he leaned into her touch. She couldn’t resist scratching behind his ear like a cat to make him giggle and squirm, but still close enough to brush out the tangles and start braiding. Vanya made herself comfortable, coming over to Klaus to lay her head in his lap.

“Remember the time we dragged Luther in here and painted his nails?” He asked.

“Thanks to that hole Diego put in the wall, I never forgot it.” Allison said. Klaus threw his head back and laughed at the memory.

“Wait, what?” Vanya looked up at her siblings, puzzled. Oh, right. Sometimes they forgot how many memories they had where Vanya just wasn’t around.

“He was being an ass so we dragged him in here kicking and screaming and gave him pink nails.” Allison said, thinking of the one time they broke the No Boys Allowed rule.

“Me and Ben and Diego had to sit on him.” Klaus added.

“Then why did he-“

“Luther tickled him to make him get off and he’s a kicker.”

“Where’s the hole?” Klaus started laughing again, pointing at a suspiciously low poster hanging on the wall, tacked hardly an inch above the baseboard.

“We didn’t want to get in trouble.”

“Somehow no one caught on.”

“It was my brilliant idea.” Vanya just shook her head, laughing to herself as the two recounted the event. It was the gateway to even more stories of things she had missed, and while Allison finished Klaus’ hair and applied Vanya’s press-on nails, the “girls’ caught her up on things. They explained everything from inside jokes (A fictional 8th sibling named Hubert that lived under Ben’s bed and was responsible for everything in the house that went wrong), the reason there was a fork stuck in the ceiling beam in the living room (Diego still refused to completely say why), and how one time they managed to cover everything in Five’s room with post-it notes. The experience was bittersweet, especially since they all knew why Vanya wasn’t around for things, but it felt good to talk. It felt good for everyone to be distracted by braids and nails and stories.

Klaus ended up looking stunning in a French braid, pulling the hair back from his face and showing off his features. Allison even left a few strands to hang loose and curled them. He would not stop looking in the mirror, taking up the space by the vanity as Allison had moved onto highlighting Vanya’s cheekbones and adding glitter wherever she thought was necessary. The process was taking forever because the big fluffy brush tickled something awful and it was an ordeal trying to get Vanya to sit still.

"You look like a prom queen." Allison told him, hoping that if she gave him enough attention, he would get out of her light.

"You look like a founding father." Vanya countered.

Klaus’ jaw dropped. Vanya was still getting use to the whole teasing thing, but this was her best attempt yet. Allison's reaction definitely wasn't her usual pity laugh, bursting into giggles both at her comment and Klaus’ floored reaction. Maybe there was something about her time away in the 60s that gave her confidence.

"I am stunning, thank you." He poked Vanya in the side and she squeaked. "You need to play nice with others." Allison said, "missing" her cheekbones entirely and swiping the powder brush over her ear again.

"Stop!" She scrunched up her neck and wrinkled her nose, but had giggles in her voice.

"Tell me I'm pretty!" Klaus said, giving her one last chance. Vanya sighed, turning to the side to gently take Klaus’ face in her hand, utter sincerity in her eyes.

"I'm sure you'll do amazing at your Hamilton audition." Allison doubled over, laughing so hard she had a snort fit and needed to grab on to Vanya’s chair to keep herself upright.

"Oh that's it!" Klaus went back to poking at his sister’s sides, but with a new intensity. Vanya’s dam burst and her giggles rang throughout the room, shaking her shoulders and turning her cheeks pink.

Allison had recovered and decided Klaus needed some help with his vengeance, going back and forth between using her nails and the big, fluffy brush, making her sister scrunch up her neck even more and squeak as she laughed. Klaus poked wherever he could find an opening, fighting off her hands, all the while taking notes on which spots got a good reaction.

"I am a goddess and I will be treated as such!" he said, attacking her ribs. Vanya nearly fell out of her chair, eyes screwed shut as she rocked with silent laughter.

"N-no!" She managed, mustering the strength to plan for attack. For the first time, she fought back, going right for Klaus’ hips with her new press-on nails. She had so much time just sitting on the sidelines during these sort of interactions, watching every move. It would be the easiest thing in the world to take every sibling down based on her knowledge of tickle spots.

Klaus let out a shriek and curled on himself. It was his fault for wearing shirts that never fully covered his torso.

"I'll get his front if you get his back." He heard Allison say. That’s when he knew girl’s night was over and he needed to be on his way. He went to run, but the door slammed seemingly on its own. Even the knob refused to turn

. "Screw you, Ben!" Klaus yelled out, right as his sisters had him cornered, kicking the door for good measure. He could hear the bastard laughing right on the other side of the wall.

"Thanks, Ben!" The sisters said in unison. Overhead, the lights flickered, as if noting the appreciation.

They ended up in the weirdest positions as they tried to get their brother pinned, tangling themselves in knots until they finally had Klaus laying across Vanya's lap as she held his arms in place, Allison kneeling between his legs and making a big show of showing off her nails before going for the kill. She made her hands into claws and dug right onto the surface of his exposed hips, sending him into hysterics. The tickles they had all been giving and receiving so far had been gentle, but there was something about the new nails and the motivation of vengeance that was giving Vanya a merciless streak. She and Allison were a team now, and they were firmly locked on their target as they tickled him senseless, themselves giggling as Klaus went into the asthmatic hyena stage of his laughter.

The tables turned on Allison next, who unexpectedly yelped and curled up in a ball in the middle of tormenting Klaus, swatting at something invisible that had tickled her neck.

"Ben, you TRAITOR!”

"He thrives off chaos" Klaus wheezed, and immediately folded over with a squeak. The ghost truly had no loyalties.

"No boys allowed, remember the sign?" Vanya added. The door dramatically swung open and slammed loudly, nearly drowning out Allison’s laughter as Klaus had used this chance to exact his revenge, slipping his hands up under her arms and making her cackle until there were tears in her eyes. Vanya happily went with this change of plans and joined right in. After all, Allison had been way too ruthless with that brush earlier.

She never would have guessed that Vanya and Klaus together would be such a lethal team, but they absolutely were due to years of observation and combined creative efforts.

"You need to hold STILL.” Vanya said, some time later. She couldn’t resist grabbing the powder brush from the vanity and running it over her neck to see how she liked it. "Shuhuhut UP!"

And it was back to Vanya again. She could have sworn she felt another set of hands jabbing away, but she couldn't think straight from laughing. The hands she could see and feel on her were bad enough to give her the hiccups and a sore stomach. She couldn’t remember laughing like this. Maybe she never had before.

Allison's work ended up going to waste, makeup being smudged and hair becoming more and more disheveled as they wrestled and played and laughed. Mostly they laughed. It reminded Vanya of the rare occasions when the entire sibling squad would camp out in each other's rooms when they were supposed to be in bed and would be giddy from the mischief of sneaking out and being overtired. She may not be on the same level of comfort and familiarity like this with the others, but her "sisters" were the safe place to start.

They sank against each other at last in a heap, breathless and glowing with happiness. Occasionally, there would be bursts of giggles or random pokes and squawks of indignation, but mostly they were tired out and content to lean against each other, Vanya nestled between the “girls.” Glitter was everywhere thanks to the powder brush that had found its way over Vanya’s ears and Allison’s neck and Klaus’ ribs. She collected a few specks of the fine, sparkly dust on her fingertip and pressed them to Klaus’ cheek, giggling when he stuck out his tongue at her.

“The guys are seriously missing out. I forgot how great this was.” Vanya felt so relaxed she thought she could almost fall asleep there and then, warm and happy with Allison absentmindedly playing with her hair.

“Do you think Diego would really let us even touch his hair, though?” Klaus began to think of how many barrettes he could sneak before Diego noticed while his back was turned. The idea was tempting.

“It’s like you almost want him to put his foot through the wall again.” Allison gestured to the poster with one hand and skittered across his side with the other, grinning at the sound of his laugh.

“You’re right. Maybe we should keep it our thing.”

“Same time next week?” Vanya suggested.

She hoped in all honestly it would be even sooner than that.

#tua tickle fic week

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jjmaybanksblog · 4 years

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The Book of You & I- Rafe Cameron

Summary: Based on The Book of You & I by Alec Benjamin

The Book of You & I- Rafe Cameron x fem reader

Summary: Based on

Word count: 2,900

Warnings: Angst, brief nudity mentioned, is kissing a warning?? all together sadness

Disclaimer: The female pronouns have been changed to male since this will be from a girls pov

Flashback in italics

Well, it all began in the back of his car

I was just sixteen, but I fell so hard

You and Rafe Cameron sat in the trunk of his jeep. Rafe had asked you on a date a few days before this, quickly realizing he was falling for you hard and fast.

He drove you two up to the look-out hill, which gave you a beautiful view of the Outer Banks. He decorated the trunk with pillows and small fairy lights, playing music in the background. You were resting your head on his chest, feeling at peace as you listened to his calm heart beat.

It was when he kissed your forehead did you realize you were falling for him just as hard. Every moment you spent with him then you fell harder and harder. He never failed to make you smile and feel loved when you needed it most which you greatly appreciated.

Well, the years went by and he held my heart, but his love ran dry and we fell apart

You and Rafe had been dating for 3 years now. 3 years of going on dates, surprising each other with gifts, going to parties together, mind blowing sex, spending nights together. You thought everything was going beautifully.

However, as time went by everytime you tried to hang out with your boyfriend, he said he was always busy, coming up with excuses on why he couldn't go out when in reality he was partying with his friends and snorting coke.

I felt him growing distant, I knew his love was shifting

"Why are you constantly up my ass what the fuck is that about lately?!" Rafe screamed in your face. You two were in the middle of an argument after you asked him why he hasn't been around lately. He snapped at you as soon as you asked.

"Why are you yelling at me?" You raised your voice back, genuinely confused as to why he was acting so hostile towards you. "Because I'm not happy in our relationship anymore!" He screamed, red in the face. Your mouth fell open at his confession, a strong tension filling the room. Your eyes stung with tears, furrowing your eyebrows at him.

"What?" Your voice was barely audible as he kept his stare at the floor, rubbing his hands through his hair.

"I'm not happy anymore. I just- I don't know I'm not… in love with you anymore." A sob escaped your lips as you took in his words. You didn't say anything else to him as you walked out of his bedroom, slamming his door shut. You attempted to collect yourself at least until you were back in your car.

Accidentally bumping into Sarah, your head hung low as you apologized. "Y/N, you okay?" Your eyes met Sarah who softly gasped at your red eyes. Quickly shaking your head, you left the Cameron household, and entered your car. Your fingers gripped your steering wheel until your knuckles turned white.

You inhaled sharply, wiping the tears out of your eyes you sped out of the driveway, your grip never ending up on the wheel.

And all that I could say was, don't tell me that it's over, the book of you and I. Now you've scribbled out my name and you've erased my favorite lines

You cried into your pillows for days on end, avoiding your friends calls and texts, not going to the dinner table to eat with your family, not leaving your bed in general. You sent countless nights, playing back memories in your head of the two of you. You questioned yourself so many times, wondering what you did wrong that made him fall out of love with you.

For the first time in a week you checked your social media. Your thumb hovered over Rafe's instagram account. Before you could stop yourself you scrolled through his posts, your grip tightening on your phone you saw all of his posts with you were deleted. Biting your tongue, you didn't hesitate to archive the pictures of you two on your account. Throwing your phone on the end of the bed, you sniffled before clutching onto your pillow.

There were so many chapters that we never got to write, like cereal for dinner and staying up all night.

For your 1 year anniversary, Rafe had bought you tickets to see your favorite band, getting you front row seats. You were forever grateful that Rafe had done that for you, even when you told him he didn't have to do anything so big.

You and Rafe stood side by side, his arm around your shoulder, your hand resting on his chest. Chills were sent down your spine as the crowd screamed and cheered as the band appeared on stage. Rafe shifted you so you were in front of him, your back against his chest.

You shut your eyes in happiness, listening to the crowd sing along to the lyrics. Letting the feeling of euphoria take over your body, you rested your head on his shoulder, holding his hands in place on your waist.

The concert lasted almost 2 hours, making it 3 a.m. when you two returned back to his house. As soon as the both entered your house, Rafe threw himself on your couch, his body exhausted from all the adrenaline. You giggled at your boyfriend, entering the kitchen to make bowls of cereal. Pouring Fruit loops into two bowls, you added the milk and grabbed two spoons.

Plopping yourself next to Rafe's head, you shook the cereal box, his head snapping up to look at which one you grabbed. A dorky grin appeared on his face, sitting up and tucking his legs underneath. "You know what to do." You handed him the remote. He shoved a spoonful of cereal into his mouth before turning the TV onto Spongebob.

I remember where we started, I remember how you looked

Before Rafe asked you on your first date, he asked you to senior prom. He knew you were a sucker for surprises so he gathered his friends to help lead you to the outside bus dock. There Rafe stood with a glass jar in his hands. You walked up to him and read the sign, 'be a smartie and take this dum dum to prom!' In the glass vase was the smarties candies on the bottom, and dum dumb lollipops on top.

Not being able to hold back your smile, you happily said yes to him, earning cheers and whoops from everyone around you.

Once prom actually came around, you never forgot what he looked like. He showed up at your door in a light blue tux, a corsage the color of your dress in his hands. You could easily tell he was nervous, but as soon as he saw you all of his nerves left. "You look… stunning." He exhaled, truly at a loss for words.

"Thank you! You clean up well." You joked, your hand skimming across the hems of his tux. His hand delicately cupped the side of your waist. "You truly do look like a princess."

But now I'm missing bits and pieces from the pages that you took. You didn't give a reason, I'll forever wonder why, we never got to finish the book of you and I.

You snuggled into your blankets, letting out a loud sigh. A soft knock echoed from the outside of your door. "Go away mom." You called out, only to hear another knock and the door opening. You flipped around to see Sarah Cameron standing at the foot of your bed with a box of pizza and plate of cookies.

After you thought you were out of tears, more tears swelled in your eyes at the sight of her. She joined next to you in your bed, holding you in her arms as you sobbed into her chest. Resting her chin on the top of your head, Sarah held you, her heartbreaking to hear your distressed sobs. "Shhh. It's okay, I got you." She mumbled.

"He never told me why," you started as you pulled away from her, wiping your tears on your blankets. "I don't know what I did wrong." You mumbled, picking at your fingernails. "Y/N, you did nothing wrong. Rafe is just an asshole, and I am so, so sorry for everything he's put you through recently."

Sarah slid the box of pizza towards you, a small smile on your face you took a slice and nibbled on the end. "Before I hug you more, I need you to take a shower." Sarah admitted before grabbing a slice for herself. You immediately dropped the pizza, apologizing before running into the bathroom.

Well, I bought a pen and I turned the page. Then I wrote about how I wish you'd stayed. I said all the things that I never got to say. Maybe when it's done, I will feel okay.

You sat at your desk, you thumb anxiously clicking the top of the pen. Your mom had bought you a journal to write down everything that you had going on in your mind. She said it would help you at least organize some thoughts instead of having them jumbled together in your head.

You sighed loudly before writing a letter that you knew you'd never send.

Dear Rafe,

God, I never thought I'd be writing this letter. I never thought we would break up. I never expected you to fall out of love with me. Everything just feels… out of place. You were my safe zone, out of everything that was changing in my life you constantly stayed by my side through everything and I loved that about you. I wish you were still with me. I don't know why after everything you've done to me recently, but I miss your touch. I miss the smell of your cologne. I miss your cute nicknames for me. I miss watching Disney movies with you. I miss staying up with you. I miss all of you. I never told you this, but I always pictured us getting married. I pictured you proposing to me after like our 5 year anniversary. We would have two kids, you would get to pick where we'd live. I'd get to change my name to Y/N Cameron. My bed feels empty without you. You were my first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first time, my first love, and as much as this hurts now, I am forever grateful you taught me how to love. I love you Rafe Cameron. No matter what.

Love,

Y/N

That he had grown so distant and that his love had shifted. I wish he felt the same.

Sarah finally convinced you to go to the beach with her due to you staying inside for nearly 3 months. You were about to meet Sarah's boyfriend and his friends for the first time. At first Sarah told you that she could cancel on John B, but you refused and insisted on meeting everyone.

You sat next to her on your towel, letting the sun hit your skin. You couldn't help but softly grin at the warm feeling. "Guys! Over here!" Sarah called out. A group of teens walked over to you two, welcoming smiles on everyone's faces. "Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N this is JJ, Kiara, Pope, and my boyfriend John B."

You stood up from your spot and welcomed Sarah's friends with a smile. Kiara on the other hand pulled you into a tight hug. You let out a surprised laugh, hugging the girl back. Sarah had explained to them that you had just had a rough break up and to stay away from the topic.

"You give really good hugs." You admitted, releasing the girl.

The day was going beautifully, everyone was swimming or surfing. You finally felt relaxed, like everything is okay. "Hey! Y/N look at this!" John B randomly shouted. Your head snapped towards him, looking at the shell he had in his hands. You observed it before a familiar voice echoed from further down the beach. Your hands dug into the sand, John B looking down at you with pity in his eyes.

"It's him isn't it?" He softly nodded his head. You squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. JJ appeared by your side, "you want me to teach you how to surf?" Your heart felt warm at his offer. Nodding your head, you followed JJ into the ocean, your eyes not daring to look at Rafe.

Don't tell me that it's over, the book of you and I. Now you've scribbled out my name and you've erased my favorite lines.

After a long day of JJ teaching you how to surf, everybody agreed to get dinner at The Wreck. You jumped out of John B's van, holding the front door to the restaurant open for your friends. You stepped foot into the dining room, only to pause in your steps.

You didn't care that you saw Rafe, you cared that you saw some girl under his arm. Your friends saw the color leave your face, all of them shoving back out the front door. You inhaled and exhaled harshly to prevent yourself from crying. "Hey. hey, come here." Sarah comforted you in her arms, trying your best to maintain your composure. You quickly stepped away from her, "no, no it's okay. I'm okay," you lied, shaking your hands out, "I think I just need to go home."

Kiara nodded her head, "I'll take you home if you want." You shook your head, "no it's okay. I'm just gonna walk home." Sarah's eyebrows raised up. "Y/N that's like an 8 mile walk." You shrugged your shoulders. "I just want to be alone and walking is good. I'll text you when I get home, okay?" Everyone gave you a hug before watching you walk away from them.

The moment you had your back turned on them, you broke down. How could he have moved on so quickly? Was she just a fling or a new relationship? So many questions in your mind, you knew could not be answered.

There were so many chapters that we never got to write, like cereal for dinner and staying up all night.

Rafe gently nudged your body, "psst. Baby, are you awake?" He whispered. You flipped around and faced him. "I haven't been able to sleep at all." You said, your hand immediately finding its place on the side of his face. "Wanna go skinny dipping?" He suggested. You jumped out of his bed as soon as he finished his sentence. He knew you had always wanted to try that, and since his parents were renovating a house that was 6 hours away staying a hotel, he knew this was a perfect time to do it.

You raced him down the stairwell and into his backyard. Quickly stripping, you were left in nothing. You jumped into the water, thankful that the pool lights were off. Rafe jumped in, joining you. You leaned your head back, letting the water sweep through your hair.

Rafe swam up to you, his hands finding your butt as you wrapped your legs around his waist. "I don't know why we didn't do this sooner." You joked, pressing your chest against his. He swiped a stray piece of wet hair away from your eyes, his thumb shifting down to your lips. "Because we both know where this would lead." His thumb skimmed across your bottom lip, allowing you to open your mouth to kiss it.

I remember where we started, I remember how you looked, but now I'm missing bits and pieces from the pages that you took. You never gave a reason, I'll forever wonder why, we never got to finish the book of you and I. Don't tell me, tell me that you're leaving me. My belly hurts and my heart is hardly beating right, I hate to beg, but I'll try one last time.

Dear Rafe,

It's been exactly one year since we broke up. I became friends with some Pogues. I know you'd flip on me if I told you that and we were still together, but they're treating me better than you have towards the end of our relationship. I'm not gonna lie, I still miss you sometimes, most of the time actually. I'm still confused on why things ended the way they did. You've avoided me the entire time, leaving me without a clue and I hate it. I picked at every flaw about myself, trying to figure out if that's why you left. Do you know how mentally draining that is? God, it fucking sucks. I stopped crying over you though. Yeah it hurts my heart when I see you, but I think I wasted all my tears on you. I really don't know why I'm even writing to you anymore, I feel like I told you everything I needed to. I used to beg every day and pray every single night to get you back, and it hasn't happened. But I get it now. You finished our story before I got the chance to finish it myself, and that's just how love works sometimes. I'll never forget you Rafe Cameron, but I'll also never forgive you.

Sincerely,

Y/N

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jaefluenza · 4 years

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Spare my Pride | L.Jeno

genre: college au, best friends to lovers au, fluff with a little pinch of angst

pairing: boxer!jeno x model!reader ft. Jaemin & Ryujin (of ITZY)

word count: 9,589k words

warning: lots of profanity, bullying attempt, a little bit suggestive

inspired by wish you were gay by Billie Eilish

Jeno Lee has a quirky reputation in college. Girls speak about him whenever he’s around or even when he’s not. He became a hot topic around the school in the past few weeks, because of the current interest he took in. He was an ordinary guy before he joined the new boxing club held by the famous boxer around the faculty, his third-year senior, Jung Jaehyun.

While you, an underground model whose finances are going downhill, are barely visible enough to be known or noticed by people. Being socially awkward since elementary school, your friends can be counted by fingers. You’re the opposite of your own best friend, but you don’t mind that, at first.

Jeno was indeed telling you with excitement when he got accepted into the club, saying that his efforts for the past few weeks taking boxing lessons with his uncle were worth it. You supported him with excitement as well. As much as you know him, he was barely interested in any club, so him joining the popular boxing club was great big news to you. But now, everything has changed as he grew distant to you since he was busy enough to hang with you and he got so many friends.

“Jeno, can you help me with today’s product shoot? I only need a few pictures.” You uttered while checking the post you just added to your IG. He looks at you with a pair of guilty eyes, “What time?”

You could sense his awkwardness, so you turned your head at him. “Uh, at 5 pm? We have to make it before the sunset.”

He mumbled something that you barely heard about, but then he speaks back to you. “What about 3 pm? Well, the golden hour doesn’t always come at 5, you can give your pics a little bit more edit to make it looks influenced by the golden sunset, right? Hehe,” he flusters.

You snort, “Jeno, are you even aware that our last lecture will be finished at 3.30. That’s why we need some time to prepare things before reaching the location. Wait a minute, you got plans to do, am I wrong?”

He showed you his famous eye smiles, though you exactly know that they’re not a delight one.

“I’m sorry, I have a sparring session with Jaehyun hyung exactly at 5 pm before the sky gets dark. Uh, can we do it another day? I swear I will help you.” You frown since this was not the first time he would ditch you.

“I don’t think you will be available again. Well, I’ll just go and ask Ryujin, then.” You grab your things and leave him alone on the bleachers. Jeno runs his fingers through his hair in frustration, feeling guilty as he’s well aware that he’s been offending your feelings.

“Did you hear the news? Jeno’s first fight is on Thursday. Are you going?” Ryujin asked. You only nod, while checking the pictures she just took for you. “I heard, you know how often I check the notice board down the hall. Well, I don’t know if I wanna go, but I want to support him, though.”

“I sincerely hope that popularity doesn’t get into his head. He was a good friend to you.”

Your head turned at her with narrowed eyes, “Do you think he isn’t one now?”

Ryujin scoffs, “Not in that kind of way, you dumb. Relax girl, I was just saying that I hope he still treats you right after he became who he is now.”

You bid your goodbye to Ryujin as you dropped her in her driveway. “Drive safely, sist.”

Well, it turned out that you didn’t go home first. You found yourself heading to the seemingly empty ring on the second floor of the gym building, after asking one of his friends, Jaemin about where he’s at. You hold the plastic bag of foods he likes, motion nervously towards the sound of his soft giggles.

“Yo, I can tell you can do good on Thursday, just improve your strength more by practicing at the gym, then you’re set to go.” You recognized the baritone voice of the club president, Jung Jaehyun, before greeting everyone in the room. “Good evening.”

Every head in the room turned up at you. Every laughter was suppressed, and the room becomes silent. “Oh, hey. You must be here for him,” Jaehyun points his index finger to the younger boy, the current main role in the ring.

Jeno stands up, bidding his goodbye to his team before bringing you outside the room. “Hey, y/n. Uh, why are you here?”

You raise the plastic bag with a smile. “I know you and the team must be hungry after practicing so I bought you guys food.”

Jeno smiles, “Woah, you don’t need to do this to all of us. Thank you so much,” he helped you with the bag and bring you inside again, proceeding to introduce you to his new circle of friends.

That night, you’re finally known as Jeno’s only girl best friend and you’re glad that his friends treat you so good that you feel like you have already been friends with them for so long. It makes you eager to support him better and being the source of his energy for him to do good.

On Thursday, you were in the public library when you received a call from the one and only Lee Jeno.

“Hey, uh, are you free this evening?”

“I know, it’s about your first ring fight, right?”

“Yeah, will you come?”

You stay silent to think for a moment. “Jeno...”

“I... I know you’re afraid of crowds and fights, but please.. can you come for me?”

He’s right. You’re scared of fights and wounds. There was one time when you both were in first grade, he got into a fight with his bully. One thing about Jeno, he holds in his feelings.So when the number of fits of anger and grudges was no longer able to be kept in his chest, he burst into a scary angry kid.

You reminisced when you found him bruised and bleeding at the back of the school, panting angrily. You cried at the horrible sight of him and instead of you comforting him, it turned out him stopping you from crying.

“I’m glad that you knew exactly why I’ve been getting restless about whether to go or not. I’ll think about it, Jeno.”

A sigh of relief could be heard from across the call, and you smile coyly, even though you know he’s unable to see you. But then, you shoot him another question, “Jeno, will you terrible bruised?”

“I don’t know?” He muttered. “What if I cry? I can’t see you getting hurt.”

“Then I’ll make sure to stop your tears, you crybaby.” You swear you could feel his smile.

That Thursday, you decided to come to support him. Though the whole vibe doesn’t bring any comfort into your mind, you find yourself and Ryujin looking for seats for you both to sit on. You had asked for her companion, and since she knew about your fear of violent sports like this, she willingly agreed to go with you.

You give the girls in the row ahead of you a glance as they squeal at the sight of the star of tonight. You turn your head quickly at the ring and there he is, Jeno Lee with all his glory, accompanied by Jung Jaehyun the coach, and Donghyuck and Jaemin as well.

You feel so star-struck by his gorgeous entrance that you can’t hear the screaming of girls clearly as you blink to gather yourself together. “Woah, look at those freshmen girls drooling all over him,” Ryujin uttered.

“I know right,” you muttered. “Well, does he look appealing tonight though, I can fully understand why the girls are ruining their own throats for him by now.”

She nudged you with a smirk, “Aye, are you sure you want me to find out about your foolish crush on him? Don’t even get me started.” Your heart starts to beat faster when you found out that she knew about your long time crush on Jeno. You can feel your cheeks grow warm as you blink in nervousness. “N-no, what are you talking about? Pure nonsense.” Ryujin laughs when she saw your discomfort so she stopped the taunting.

The minute the fight begins, you tried to not get too nervous at the image of him getting hurt. As you see the lights shining precisely on Jeno, you tried to think about how gorgeous he looks tonight.

Jeno looks around before the referee starts the game and he finds you in the crowd. He gives you his famous eye smile and waved at you so you waved back at him before the girls around you think that he was greeting them and scream their whole lungs out.

The fight begins and you didn’t fully pay attention at who’s hitting who but with the help of Ryujin, you’d notice what’s happening in the damn ring. You open your eyes slowly only to see his opponent, Bang Chan, putting a knock on Jeno’s face and you flinch in fear, regretting your choice to open your goddamn eyes.

Tears start to fall down your cheeks, and your shoulder shakes as your sob getting covered by the screams of the girls and the boxing supporters. Ryujin put her hands around you to soothe you down, and she got angry when someone at the back scoffed at you. “Hey, if you’re not strong enough to see this kind of shit, don’t even come here.”

“Shut up, you dickhead. You can go suck your smelly ass, and mind your own business.” She swears on that guy and you look at her with pride. “Thanks, girl.” And she replied with, “Don’t worry, baby girl. I got you.”

The crowds cheer even louder and that’s when you realized, that your best friend and long time crush wins. You cheer along with the crowds with sobs when you saw his bruises and his swelling eyes, and even though you couldn’t bear seeing him getting hurt like that, you still feel proud for him to win on his first fight debut.

Ryujin encourages you to go down the bleachers and greet him but you feel so hesitant to go. “What if he’s surrounded by his people and I’ll just ruin their time together? I don’t want to be a burden.”

“Girl, look at him. There he is, hoping for you to approach him. Go! You’re his number one supporter after all.”

So you did. You went to the side of the ring to greet him, and Jeno gets out of the ring happily. “Hey! Did you saw me? I win!”

You wipe your tears harshly as your small sob could be heard by him. “Aw, you’re crying. Come on, let’s go somewhere quieter.”

He brings you to the back of the bleachers and hugs you with his boxing gears still wrapped around his body. “Stop crying, I won the game. Are you proud of me?”

Your sobs only grow louder, but you tried not to cry anymore so you let go and brace yourself to take a look at his bruised face. “These must’ve hurt a lot. Oh my goodness,” your tears fall onto the ground when he flinched at the touch of your hand against his swelling face. “Don’t worry, all I got to do is just putting a pack of ice on my face and they’ll heal within a week.”

“Congratulations,” you said while choking on your sobs. “Thank you for being my supporter, either.” He replied.

You left him to celebrate the win with his team, and you were about to leave the field when you noticed someone from the famous girls’ squad approaching him and his team. “Isn’t that Yeeun?”

“Yeeun?” You asked with a puzzled expression.

“Yeah, Yeeun Jang, she’s a third-year student, a part of the ‘mean girls’ of the faculty. She’s pretty famous. Is she interested in him?”

“I don’t know. Let’s go.”

Hell. It has been hell with Jeno always ignoring your calls and invites to hang out. You have been so frustrated by how he acts lately. Your friends have been telling you about how Jeno somehow got really close with that Yeeun girl, but you didn’t listen fully to the rumors. You need to hear from Jeno himself, because someone who has been your bestie for nearly fifteen years would never ditch you for a girlfriend, right? You keep telling yourself that you know the boy really well and that he’s way better than that. But what Jeno has been doing kind of convince you the other way.

You were trying so hard not to get offended at how he declined your invitation to lunches or mini study sessions that you both used to have together. Something like, ‘I’m sorry, Y/n. I think I have to skip the night. Have fun.’, or ‘Oh, I already have lunch with Yeeun. I’m sorry I have to ditch again... and make sure you have your lunch. Bye!’

“If I were you, I’d be so pissed and probably leave him for good until he realizes that she was no good at all.” Ryujin smashed her chip bag so hard that it almost burst onto the ground. “You know I can never do that to him, he was my first friend in school, until now. I can’t just leave him like that.”

“Then, confess the whole thing to him,” she exclaims.

You narrow your eyes at her, “Confess what?” “Your feelings, duh.”

You flinch from where you sat on. “There’s no way I will do that! Besides, I really just see him as a best friend, th-that’s all,” you replied coyly.

“Bullshit. Even if you don’t tell me, the way you see him and the way you treat him show it all. You can’t hide it well, Y/n. Even the whole school may know you have a thing for the famous Jeno Lee.”

“Yeah, if you tell ‘em so.” you sighed at the thought of him finding out your big fat crush on him. “Oooooh, so you just admitted that you-”

“Shut up, Ryujin.” You can feel her lips pulled into a smile as you put your hand against her chatty mouth.

A week passed and you let yourself rest from contacting Jeno for lunches or a study session together after repeatedly getting no answers or rejections from him. He doesn’t ask where you have been or how’s your day going anymore, it feels like you both are getting down to the ‘friend’ stage instead of going up. But you always support him as he expected. You never missed any of his matches but whenever you come, you’d leave quickly when the pop girl approached him with the rest of her pop group members.

“I can’t believe you’re still going to see his matches, he doesn’t even look in your way! And at this point, you might as well get the title as the ‘crying girl who insists on watching a boxing match even though she can’t’. Next time, wear a mask or something!” you rolled your eyes playfully upon hearing her nagging, well, obviously Ryujin.

“I promised him to give full supports, I don’t have the nerve to ignore his matches like they didn’t happen,” you said before quietly slurping your noodles. “Yet he didn’t have the nerve to look for you in the crowd.”

You sigh, not because her words are sharp enough to ruin the insides of your little heart, but because they are right. Jeno doesn’t notice you anymore whenever you come to watch his matches, nor that he tried to look for you anyway. And, as you paid attention to where he would look, his eyes would eventually land on the girl in the frontline, waving at him with a proud smile, supporting him instead of you.

“You’re right, Ryujin. Maybe, I should start to get over him.”

Ryujin’s shipper heart begins to panic a little, “N-no, what I’m saying is I think you should make him look at you instead. Turn his attention to you like it used to be, darl.”

So, you tried. You asked Jaemin, his closest friend and his roommate, about where he could be, or if he’s at home or at practice. Sometimes, you’d pass some food on Jaemin just so they could eat them at home, but according to Jaemin, he always eats them alone, saying Jeno never comes home at dinner time.

Today, you have a very busy timeline. First, you have to pass a homework to a professor and then walk across the building to look for reference books at the library. And, don’t forget about how you have three classes in a day and one finishes in two hours. You had a feeling that you’ll get no time to have lunch today.

You grab your books tightly as you walk out from the library to go to the next lecture. The books barely let you have enough view about what’s in front so you were literally ready to say sorry when you run into someone. “Oops! Oh my god, I’m sorry,” you muttered when all of the books fell into the ground. You didn’t focus on who is the guy you ran into, but then...

“Y/n?” A familiar voice comes from the guy, and you noticed that it’s the guy you don’t wish to see now. “Oh, hey, Jeno.” you greeted him awkwardly when he helped you pick up the books.

“Hey, got a lot to study, huh?” He flashed you his famous smile before handing you some of the books. “Yeah, I’m preparing for finals. Uh, that’s okay, I’ll hold all of them.”

Jeno proceeds to walk beside you. “No, you’ll run into someone else again. Let me help you.”

You hate how he acts kind to you like this, like nothing happened. “Jeno, why haven’t you replying to any of my messages?” you asked softly. All of a sudden, he’s being strangely nervous and you can’t help but be suspicious about it. “Well, uh, I’ve been busy with practices. I’m sorry, I’ll check ‘em out later.”

You give him a small smile before you both arrived at the front door of the lecture hall. He hands you the rest of the books, and before he leaves, another person appeared in front of you both. “Hey, Y/n. Ooh, let me help you. We’re in the same lecture, I see.” Jaemin showed up looking all smiley before taking all of the books from your hands.

“Hey, thanks. Well, yeah. L-let’s go then.” You bid your goodbye to Jeno and trail behind Jaemin as he speaks, “I brought you lunch pack because I know that you have a busy day ahead, let’s enjoy it later.”

Jeno observes the interaction, and somehow he felt a little bit weird that Jaemin starts to talk to you. His thoughts wander with a lot of question when he heard Jaemin said, “It’s nothing. I just want to pay back all of the food you sent us.” She gives him food?

“So, what happens with all the food trading and stuff? Do you guys feed each other?” Jeno grabbed the cup and filled in the cold drink he thirsted for, while Jaemin confusingly sits in front of the tv, fiddling with his gaming device.

“What do you mean?” He asked back.

“Y/n. She has been giving you food, hasn’t she? Well, I didn’t know you were that close to her.”

Jaemin snorts, “Look, she actually sent the food for you. She knew how much time you spent on practices and how much of a stubborn you are to skip your meals so she sent them through me. And she also thinks that it’s burdensome to only send you food so she made some for me too. They were for us, I called you several times but you never made it home at dinner time so I ate them alone.” Jaemin takes a deep breath after the long-needed explanations.

“They were for me? But she never told me,” Jeno muttered. “Yeah, because you were too fucking busy hanging out around your team or whoever. You never check out her messages that is why my friend, she always gets the info through me.”

“Excuse me, I wasn’t only busy playing around, my practices are very important too.”

“Whatever you say, young man. But you might need to pay more attention to those who actually take care of you even when you have zero ideas about it.”

Jaemin loses the need to play anymore so he just shuts the tv down and goes straight to his room, giving his friend some time to think.

That was when Jeno’s thought wanders off to think about you. He actually noticed the little time he spent with you, but he keeps insisting that it’s because he’s busy with his personal lives. After all, you were not familiar enough with his new circle so he only thinks that this all happened only because the situation has gone wrong. But never has it comes to his mind that you still think of him, and care for him.

That night, he was definitely moved to do the same to you, to care and show a little affection as a friend to you just like what you did to him, but he just doesn’t know how to do that.

Being close to a lot of famous people in college doesn’t actually bring validation to Jeno. Other students only recognize him as Jaehyun’s new ‘apprentice’, something pretty similar to that. But he doesn’t want to be known as that, he wants to be recognized as Jeno Lee, his own person.

Also, being close to someone as a part of the cheerleading girls, Yeeun Jang, doesn’t actually give him the happiness and fun he needed. Jeno knew he wasn’t feeling himself these past few weeks, and he only thought that it was only because he was adjusting. But he was wrong.

Like now. When the loud annoying girls all surrounded around him, he wishes he could just escape the crowded cafeteria as he grips onto his tray tightly, obviously getting uncomfortable by the swarming girls around him.

“Jeno, I thought you only eat carbs to maintain your strength,” Yeeun said as she sticks her upper body more to Jeno and the boy only shifts away in discomfort. He swears he could hear the other girls muttering something he wished he didn’t hear like, ‘I wish I have her boobs’ and ‘Shut up, she got a boob job as a gift in her sweet seventeenth.’

“Uh, since I live with my roommate Jaemin, he really likes sweet things so he got me into eating sweets as well and now I like them.”

“Don’t eat them, it’ll make your body look uneven. Do you want to go to the gym with me this evening? I got VIP memberships.”

Jeno licked his lips in nervousness, not because he gets excited at the idea of going to the gym with the hottest girl in school but because he tries to think so hard about how to reject this rebellious girl. “Uh, I don’t think I’m gonna be available. I have a training session with Jaehyun hyung at 5 pm, maybe next time?”

Yeeun rolls her eyes, she was never rejected like this before, and it’s only making her more curious about this mysterious boy.

Precisely when he thought he had no hope to escape the little kind of hell, he saw you, Ryujin, and Jaemin entering the cafeteria with laughter and it’s the moment he knew, you guys are the only hope he has. “Uhm, girls, it’s nice hanging out around you during lunch, but it’s getting so hot in here so I’ll change my table, thanks!”

He quickly grabbed his tray and moved out of the table and half run to yours.

The three of you flinched in shock when the poor panting man put his tray firmly and immediately sit on the empty seat next to yours. “Oh my gosh, I thought I could never escape that hell.”

Ryujin scoffs, “What? Sitting with the Korean version of the plastics? Well, I thought you enjoyed hanging around them.”

You give her a look, not wanting him to be embarrassed or something. After all, you feel glad that he went to look for you, it’s an indication for you that he still needs you by his side. “Eat more, Jen.” You put some of the sausages you got after fighting with the rugby boys, as you were always mad that they taking the whole food all for themselves, and this time you won.

He smiles, “Thank you. I’ll eat well.”

Jaemin watched your movement while being next to his friend, and his keen sense notifies him that you must have a thing for his friend, but he tried not to jump on his own conclusions before he gets to know the truth.

“Hey, I have some shoots to do tonight at 9 pm. Do you guys want to tag along? I heard about the bridge about five kilometers from here that makes it possible for us to cycle around.” You uttered. And the next thing that came from Jeno’s mouth surprised you to the max.

“Sure, I’ll be finished at 8 pm so I’ll meet you guys there, I guess.”

Jaemin and Ryujin also agreed and you tried so hard not to call it a double date.

“Did he seriously ditched us and went to those idiot nerds? I can’t believe him.”

“It’s Y/n, his best friend ever since they were first graders. I don’t think she sees him as a best friend though,” Sorn looked at the way you smiled at Jeno, and her keen sense is telling him that something is off. “Urgh, shut up Sorn, thinking never helps you,” Eunbin rolled her eyes and laugh with the rest of the girls, while Yeeun put her friend’s words into her mind.

“Come on, you cycle slower than any alive turtles out there.” The wind blows through your hair as the night view of the river comes as a company on your left side.

“Do you even know that some turtles run very fast than a rabbit? Some even win the race with them!” Jeno remarked. “Then, are you glad to be a turtle?”

“Yeah, they’re cute.” “Indeed.”

“What?” “What?”

Jeno laughs at your quirky behavior, and before he gets to cycle right next to your side, annoying screams come as a surprise from behind you two.

“Hey! You two are going too fast! My legs are falling apart!”

“Shut up, you both are simply slow.”

Ryujin only smirks when she saw you and Jeno getting along with each other like you used to be. “Let’s stop for ramen. I’m starving,” she said before leading the four of you to park in front of a convenient store.

“You two, go get us ramens. We’re exhausted enough to make some food so you both do us some favors.”

So you and Jeno ended up going into the store looking for ramen, cheese and other stuff. You went to grab some beverages and he sets himself to deal with the ramen machine. You remember Ryujin ordering an orange juice and Jaemin wanting, of course, non-milk or strawberry drinks. So you look for any drinks he might like and they’re unfortunately put on the highest platform in the beverage sections.

“Shit, I can’t reach them.” You tried to jump and when your hand was about to reach the drink, another hand joins in and grabs the drink you wanted to snatch.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself, Y/n. You could’ve asked for my help.” Jeno put the drink on your basket and you only let out a strained smile when you precisely feel his body sticks behind you, covering the distance between you two. “Thanks,” you stuttered.

“It’s nothing. Let’s pay them, I’m finished with the ramens.”

Meanwhile, Ryujin and Jaemin waited outside while observing both of you inside the store. Things were going awkward before Ryujin eventually uttered, “Do you honestly think that your friend likes my friend?”

Jaemin blinks in nervousness, he could say he wasn’t ready for this kind of conversation. “Uh, he never mentions about getting ‘too close’ to Y/n. But I do notice that they’re being strangely awkward towards each other recently.”

“Well, I want them to get closer rather than Jeno going out with that annoying bitch, so are you in?”

“Woah, you’re being too frank. First, I don’t really get why we should do that so maybe you have to explain to me first,” Jaemin replied back unwieldy.

Ryujin rolled her eyes, but then she realized what she had to know. “So, do you think Jeno will be better off with that Yeeun girl or that particular girl who has been with him for almost fifteen years?” She said while pointing to you who’s paying at the cashier.

Jaemin frowns, this isn’t the question he expected. “I don’t know.”

“I’m not asking if you know, I’m asking about your opinion, bro.”

“Uh, I don’t want to give any words about Jeno but I think Y/n deserves better,” he replied.

Ryujin puckers her lips upon his twisted answer. She tries to think of what that possible means, and then she jolts up from her seat, lips turning into a wide ‘O’ as she accusingly points at Jaemin. “No way. No fucking way, do you like her???”

Panic starts to creep into Jaemin’s self as he turns pale in front of the frank girl. “N-no. W-what are you talking about??”

“What in the world, Jaemin? I thought-”

“Shut up! They’re coming.”

Jaemin pushed both of her shoulders to sit back as he saw the pair from the corner of his eyes. “Act normal,” he said.

Ryujin clears her throat as the pair comes and puts the food on the table, bringing more awkward tension around the group. “You two, what were you doing?” Jeno asked.

“We were just playing a game of rock, paper, and scissors, nothing else, right?” Jaemin gives the poor girl a look, making her just agreeing to whatever he’d say.

Oh my goodness, this is going to be ridiculous.

A particular Monday comes with a smile on your face. You started the day with two slices of bacon alongside a cup of warm latte that makes you smile two times bigger than you usually do. The day went pretty great which makes you wonder since when do Mondays have such good vibes like this? You don’t know, maybe today is your blessing.

You told Ryujin that you’re already on your way to meet her at the front lobby until a convertible stopped right in front of you. “Get in, loser. We’re going shopping.”

Wow, Ryujin was right. They were indeed the Korean version of the ‘Mean Girls’ you watched on Netflix every Saturday. “Uh, no thanks?”

“Gurl, are you that stupid to think that we’re actually going shopping? No, we’re going to Jeno’s match.”

“Did he actually ask you to pick me up, or? Cause I think he would never do that.” You remarked back. “Just get in, will you-”

“No. Do not go with her.” Ryujin’s deep voice makes you shiver in fear not for yourself, but for them. Cause when the angry deep voice itself was out, you’d know that they were done for. “You witch, what are you trying to do with her.”

The girls laughed like lunatics before speeding off ahead and you only sigh in annoyance. “Were they trying to hurt me?”

“Yeah, and don’t tell me you were actually being a fool by believing every single spat of their bullshits.” You hit her arm playfully, before hugging her to show her that you are grateful enough to have someone like her by your side. “Of course not. I may be a crybaby who despises fistfights and crowds but I’m not stupid like them.”

“Gosh, somehow I wonder why you’re my best friend.”

“They were trying to mess with me with his name? What was their intention?” You narrow your eyes to think better and she only shrugs. “I’m not sure. Perhaps, jealousy? Those cliche petty little bitches.”

“Wait a minute, they said today is one of Jeno’s match. I think we should probably go.”

So you ended up going to the match with Ryujin and Jaemin. You weren’t actually going with him, he just simply found you both at the seats and decided to join. He said Jeno’s team no longer needed him to accompany Jeno in the ring, but he’d, of course, watch all of his game as an act of support, just like you do.

“I bought some popcorns.” Being an awkward being, Jaemin passed another popcorn cup he got to both you and Ryujin. She gladly took them while replying nonchalantly, “Thanks. This is much more appreciated for me but her, she only needs some tissues.”

“What for?”

“You shall see it yourself, my friend.”

And according to what Jaemin witnessed later, she was right. As soon as Jeno got punched in his cheeks you were already a crying mess. He has the urge to hug you but it’d probably make things more uncomfortable for the three of you so he holds it in. Jaemin doesn’t have any idea how and why in the world seeing you cry is making him feeling pinched in the inside too.

“Hey, don’t cry.” Jaemin couldn’t help but wipe those hot tears flowing on your face softly. “Thanks, it’s just I can’t bear seeing people get hurt. It has always been my fuckin’ weakness.” You proceed to wipe them on your own and he just shifts his hand away ungainly. Jaemin knows very well that by means of people was just a use of words to change his exact name. Yeah, Jeno Lee, he's the one you're afraid of getting hurt.

After all, you still went to all of his games and support him with all your worth. Now he’s very much sure that you don’t see him only as a friend.

Jeno is indeed a fighter, he won again. After Ryujin and Jaemin left you to greet him out of the ring, you immediately went to him. You were lucky enough that the loud girls weren’t there so you were the first person he saw when he stepped out of the ring. “Hey, I won again.” He smiles at you and you swear his bruises couldn’t cover the true beauty he has on that face. “I’m proud of you, as much as I can’t bear watching you getting hurt as usual.”

Jeno awed, “Did you cry?” and you only nod. “Yeah, a lot. Can’t help, you know.”

“Is it weird that I like how you cried for me when I fight? Geez,” Jeno paused when he saw your puzzled expression. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” He muttered before flinching when he unconsciously trying to cover his swelling face. “My God, Jen, you’re so dumb. It’s alright, it could be an indication that you’re mindful enough that I care for you.”

“That’s right. Thank you for supporting-”

“Yo, Jeno. Be here before we celebrate your win. Quick!” Jaehyun shouts from across the ring and Jeno only sighs in defeat. “Well, the coach is calling. Gotta go,” He uttered while pressing his lips together. “It’s fine. I’ll see you on Tuesday.”

You left the field with a certain smile on your face. After all, you didn’t have any high hopes that he might somehow return your feelings in any good way, but seeing him rely on you like this makes you feel so warm inside. And the way that he’s getting closer back to you like he used to also makes you reassured that he’s still your number one best friend.

You promised Ryujin and Jaemin to go get dinner together after the match so they told you they’d be waiting on the sidewalk since it’s gonna be only a ten minutes walk to the burger stall you recommended. You decide to take the fastest way to exit the school, by walking by the dark hallway across the field. And now, you start to regret your decision.

“Shit’s about to go down, baby.”

Ryujin moves her leg impatiently. She keeps glancing around the almost empty school front yard, where everyone keeps leaving one by one. “Jaemin, for fuck’s sake stop playing with your phone! It’s almost empty and she’s not here yet.”

Jaemin puts his phone away, start looking around the school with a little hint of suspicion. “Uh, maybe Jeno’s taking her somewhere? Maybe you should text her or give a call,” He uttered before logging into his previously opened game.

“If she decided to go somewhere without us I could’ve received her text by now, but it’s getting late and I noticed some of his team passing by so I assumed they were celebrating his win, and he’s definitely taking her with him.” Ryujin paused while she raised her eyebrows. “I’m getting a little bit anxious here since this morning they were coming up to pick her somewhere before the game starts.”

“Who?” “The mean girls.” “The mean- what? WHAT DID YOU SAY?”

“Well, they were trying to mess with her, Jaem.”

“SHIT! Come, let’s go and check around!”

So both started to enter the building and looking around in the hallways. Jaemin goes to the left side and Ryujin to the right side. He was catching up his breath until he heard a familiar scream. He quickly runs to the voice, coincidentally meeting Ryujin on the same path. “I heard her,” she panted.

“Stop doing this, the fuck!”

“No, you’re the one should stop doing this! Stop being fuckin’ close to him! You’re nothing but a leech to him, don’t you see this coming? Gosh,” Yeeun pushed you further into the empty classroom, her fellow friends dragging both of your hands, and you only struggle out of their grasp.

“Ryujin was right, you’re such a petty little bitch.”

“What?” Without waiting for your answer, she hits you with something you have no idea about and that shit hurts like hell. She was about to hit you again but then, “Stop doing that to her or I’ll call the fuckin’ cops!” Ryujin holds her phone up close to show them that she’s not playing with her words. Sorn and Elkie let you out of their hold and Yeeun hissed in anger. “Let’s go,” She motioned the other girls to leave before she heads to you once more. “We still have some unfinished business.”

“Oh hell no, you don’t.” Yeeun gasped in fear when Jaemin came behind Ryujin looking so pissed and she quickly left the scene, following her friends behind.

“Fuck, are you okay?” Ryujin checked you out, supporting your weight to stand up again. “Ryujin, stop swearing.” You chuckled weakly.

They helped you get out of that hell, and have you treated at the nearest clinic since your forehead and cheeks were bleeding a little. Jaemin was so pissed to see you treated that way, he was about to confront the girls the next very day but you told him not to, saying that you will take care of this problem yourself, and he did nothing but to respect your decision.

Jeno himself didn’t found out until now, because you literally bribed Ryujin and Jaemin to not telling anyone including him. They were so mad that you were acting like a saint in this situation but you’re glad though, that they respected what you wanted and gave you full support in case you needed some other help.

You did exactly what Yeeun told you that night, even though you knew that it isn’t right to do so, but you only want him to be safe and okay. You don’t want him to be affected by how she and the crude gang treated you. You’d hate it when drama turns into crowds and when the attention would go to you, so you decided that silence is the best answer.

While Jeno is quite pissed that everything starts to change. He noticed your sudden change, also Ryujin and Jaemin who stopped talking to him all of a sudden, and your change of glances. You no longer look at him with affections like you used to, and he hates how he’s clueless about it. He hates it more because no one also comes up and tells him what’s up. He’d approach you to ask what’s going on but you’d avoid him obviously, by taking a sudden turn to the left or walking still like you didn’t saw him coming.

Every time he would ask Jaemin about it, he’d change the topic very quickly, or leave him hanging just like that, more confused. But today’s gonna be pretty different, cause he won’t let this happen anymore.

He finally found you walking with a pile of books, possibly your next lecture’s materials. Glad that he’s entering the same class as you, he rushed to your side until a pair of arms cling onto his. “Hello, Jen. Do you have any plans for today?”

“Hey, Yeeun. Not now, please. I need to talk to someone-” “Urgh! Why is it always about her? Y/n, isn’t it? I think you’re too blind to-”

He brushed her arms aside quickly, visibly pissed by her annoying behavior. “Shut up. You clearly don’t know anything.” He sent a glare to her for the last time before he left to look for you in the huge lecture hall. There you are, sitting at the corner seat of the class, avoiding crowds as usual. He rushed up to sit next to you, his eyes never leaving you as if you were gonna leave if he blinks in a moment.

“Y/n. I need to talk-” you knew he was coming, so you were glad when the professor entered the hall as the class starts. “I’m afraid I can’t, the lecture is starting.”

“Then, talk to me after class ends,” he uttered before taking the seat next to you, without getting any reply.

He failed to talk to you. Jeno entered the small apartment with a heavy sigh. He didn’t obtain the assurance he yearned for, and so he’s utterly pissed. He glanced at Jaemin who’s fiddling with the kitchenware while cooking for dinner. Jeno put his bag carelessly on the floor before going straight to the kitchen counter. “Bro, please help me. Please,” he pleaded.

Jaemin knows very well where this would lead to, and he only sighs as a reply. “I would love to but I promised her not to open my mouth about it. Though it is very wrong to do so.”

“What in the world happened?? What could possibly make her upset? She never left me alone just like that? You gotta tell me what did I do so wrong so that I can fix it,” he raved.

“I know. I’m very much aware of what you felt. But as much as I want to tell you, I don’t want to break her trust.” Jaemin paused before looking in Jeno’s way. He looked so frustrated like he actually has concerns about it. “Jeno, I’ll ask you two questions. First, do you really care about her?”

Jeno looks up at his friend, “Yes? Yes! I care about her a lot.”

“And, do you actually have a thing for her?”

“Feelings, you probably mean?” Jeno sighs in annoyance. “Yes, I like her, since fourth grade. Ugh, now you know one of my big secrets.”

Jaemin gulps down his saliva like something dropped in the deepest part of his heart. Now he knows what Jeno truly felt about you, and he knows exactly what to do. “Fuck it, you deserve to know, then.”

A week later, you honestly grew tired of ignoring him, but you still have this slight fear of the ‘mean girls’ approaching you again. After all the cruel physical encounter you faced that night, you swore you couldn’t even dare to text him, nor replying to his texts even though you wanted to. Jeno meant a lot to you, but the fear of everything going even more wrong keeps restraining you to interact with him.

The girls indeed stopped bothering you, even though you’re still receiving glares every moment they pass by, it was going a little bit better, as you expected. Also, Jeno has stopped asking to talk about it. You thought it’s better this way, but why aren’t you happy? Why are you still frightened?

Ryujin suggested you a quick runaway from the mess you currently getting involved in, she invited you to go to the finals after party. After making sure that Jeno and the girls won’t be there, you agreed to go. She immediately brought you shopping at the mall, helping you pick out some bomb outfits that’ll make everyone turn their eyes on you.

“Now these will definitely help you to be that bitch for the weekend.”

“Shut it, Ryujin.” You chuckle after receiving the compliment. You’re glad you have someone like her, who’s in for the up-in-downs along in your ‘ride’. “I love you, Y/n. And I don’t want you to be deeply affected by what those wicked bitches do to you. I’m here for you, you know.”

“I know. Thanks baby girl. You’re someone I didn’t know I needed.”

She smiled at you as both of you continue the window shopping.

Going to the party, you found yourself getting anxious about the idea of meeting new people and getting yourself involves in a big dancing crowd. You find it terrifying, even though you tried to convince yourself to be as confident as possible. Ryujin goes with you, and she never stops reassuring you that everything will be okay and that you will meet new friends and live your life to the fullest. Sounds exaggerated, indeed, but it does not fail to boost your vanishing confidence.

“It’s either you and me going in, or it’ll never happen. Come on, honey. You’ll be fine. I’ll stick with you no matter what happens.”

You gulped while staring at the big frat house. The music blasts loudly and the sounds of people screaming and laughing around make your heart beats quickly. You fix your white satin dress before proceeding to open the door.

Ryujin clings her arm to yours as you both enter the house. Luckily, there are no wandering eyes went to you as soon as you step into the house. She brings you around to introduce you to some people she knows there, being hopeful that you’d gain new friends and circles.

You kept insisting that you want to drink, so Ryujin lets you roam around to find snacks or drinks. Being a constant loner doesn’t mean that you’re unfamiliar with the alcohol world. You tasted it before, like wine or champagne when you celebrated huge things with your family, or beer and tequila. You’re an adult, after all. So, you were sure that there must be any drink you can have in here and you’re going to find it. You pretty much need booze to drunk the night away.

You pass through everybody with unpleasant steps towards the visible bar across the room. So, here’s the kitchen, you thought, trying to remember the path back to Ryujin and her friends. You found a tray of beers on the counter, along with some Cheetos and tortilla chips around it.

You filled your cup with the beer, before leaving the room quietly. You walked towards the same room you believe that Ryujin and her friends were in until you noticed an opened door to the balcony. Finally, an alone and quiet place.

You move the cup to your lips only to drink it in one go. A sigh leaves your red-painted lips as the night winds start to blow through your revealing outfits, making you shiver in cold. “I should’ve brought more cups, or maybe the whole bottle itself.” You murmured against the cup before chugging every last drop from the cup.

You stare blankly at people grilling meats at the backyard beside the decorated pool, as you start thinking of how blue your life must have been. Your best friend trying to set you up to gain friends and have some fun, but here you are, secluding yourself apart from the crowd, drinking alone at the balcony. You were about to get inside to bring more drink back to the balcony when you notice something below your eye level. An unopened bottle of beer! Great, the universe even supported the heck out of you to keep being alone and away from people.

You opened the cap swiftly before pouring in the drink to fill the cup. Fifteen minutes later, you find yourself getting a little bit tipsy after the bottle lost half of its filling. You never knew you were kind of this intolerance to alcohol but screw it. You’re just going to get drunk tonight.

“I just wanna make you feel okay,” you sang halfheartedly as you chugged down the fourth cup in another go. The chilly night couldn’t stop you from drinking the night away, because every liquor that goes through your throat was awfully making yourself a little bit warm but that wasn’t enough for your revealed body. Besides, the thin satin dress couldn’t hug your body better than lots of the comfortable sweatshirts you own at home, and now your cute drunken ass is missing them.

“But all you do is look the other way.” you sang more of the well-known song with another sigh leaving your pretty mouth out of loneliness. “I just kinda wish you were gay.” That’s true, you kinda wish he was gay, rather than not returning your feelings in the way you wanted him to. You tried giving your all to Jeno, but it does not seem that he still depends on you like he used to be when you’re both close to each other.

You’d rather have him despise you because you were not his preferred sexual orientation than having him surrounded by annoying and hateful girls who tried to control his social life. You chugged down another gulp before putting the empty bottle to its original place, head starting to get dizzy from the influence. You were about to leave the little comfort zone when a jacket was placed around your back all of a sudden, and when you turn around to see who is it, you were greeted with a huge bear hug by a familiar body scent.

“Why are you alone here, huh?” Your drunken self instantly recognized the sound coming from the boy you were just thinking about, the infamous Jeno Lee. “Why are you here, I thought you weren’t invited?” You asked back, gaining a pout on his face without letting go of your freezing body. “That doesn’t matter. Look, don’t be drunk alone like this ever again. Somebody could’ve run into you and even take advantage of you, I wouldn’t let that happen.”

You chuckle in your drunk state, “Like you? Look at you clinging into me like this, like a Koala bear.” He let go of your frame, but then his hand goes to yours, securing your hand in his as he lets out a bitter sigh.

“Look, y/n. I found out about what the girls did to you that night. I am so sorry for what happened to you, and I made sure that they will not harm you ever again. Will you forgive me?”

You sighed as well. You didn’t expect this to come up but you knew if this would happen, especially when Jaemin existed as his roommate. “I am fine now, Jen. Also, it’s not your fault that this happened. It’s not your fault either that you met the wrong person in the wrong situation as well.”

You paused, before taking a deep breath. You were ready to let go of everything, anyway. “You know it, I’ll keep supporting you even if I’m not around, because.. you are my best friend. Whatever you love, I’d love them too. If my existence brings you failure or such, then I don’t deserve to be-” your teary glance was interrupted by a sudden contact to your red painted lips.

Jeno leaned closer with a sudden move, pressing his lips into you precisely, and you take his lips well as he starts to move his tongue inside, feeling the taste of yours in his mouth. Half a minute has passed, and both of you let go of each other face with his hands around your relaxed jaws. Panting like he just ran in a marathon, he chuckles, “Of course you deserve to be around me, Y/n. Instead, I’m the one who didn’t deserve to get close to you. I like you, a lot. Shit no, I love you. But instead, the things I brought you were just trouble, sadness, and tears. I truly don’t deserve you, love.”

After hearing his bitter confession, your eyes open wide awake like you’ve never touch those alcoholic bottles. Did you just hear him say that he likes you, back? You couldn’t believe it, so you decide to make sure. “Do you like me back? Is it.. really true? Did you mean it?”

He nods, and before you could react, he pressed another soft kiss into your lips, making your cheeks heated despite the coldness of the night.

“I meant it. Do you... perhaps, feel the same?”

“I do, Jen. I do,” you replied with confidence.

He said nothing, but his smiles show it all. Jeno has the perfect eye smiles you love on him as he drags you back into the house. You let him take you anywhere he could find, and now you ended up in an unknown room in the huge frat house, his hands all over your waist.

He pulled you closer when you look around the room, noticing that it belongs to Felix, the nice guy who went to the same class as you and Ryujin. “It’s alright. He’s one of my friends, I’m sure he won’t be too mad if we mess around here.”

You smile sheepishly, “Shut up, Jen. My cheeks are burning,” you put your hands around his neck as he made the both of you sit on the edge of the bed with you straddling on his lap. Jeno chuckled in delight upon hearing your coy remarks before he proceeds to put some wet kisses on your neck.

You hiss at the feeling, and you could feel his lips turned into a smirk against your neck. “You’re turning me crazy, baby.” He murmured against your lips when you reach down to meet his lips. “Touch me, Jen. I’m all yours.”

He begins to take off your shirt, admiring your beauty served in front of him. “You’re so perfect. I love you,” he mumbled before he flips the both of you on the bed, topping you as the night becomes warm with a lot of praises and love talks. That night, Jeno became yours and you became his. There was nothing said besides sweet nothings as he pressed your bodies closer to each other with his hands around your waist lovingly. “I’m sorry for being a coward these past few times, Y/n. I’ll make sure to make you happy.”

“That does not matter anymore, you are mine now matters.” you let out a soft yawn and he only chuckled, while the two of you start to drift further into the dreamland.

“Who the fuck fucking in my precious room- Jeno??? Eh, Y/n???”

“The fuck is happening?”

“Oh shit, we’re doomed.”

Things begin to carry smoothly as the two of you casually seen being the campus lovebirds. Ryujin wouldn’t stop making a fuss about how you ended up cuddling naked at Felix’s room, until you came clean to her about it. Now everyone knew you were the love of Jeno’s life all of this time, the one who makes him rejected not only Yeeun but all the famous girls who were after him.

Jaemin gives up his feelings for you, for the sake of your happiness and his roommate best friend. He also realized that it was not really a crush and that he was just in an awe-struck with you, because you’re an amazing person. He also becomes closer to your one and only sidekick, Ryujin. Life is full of surprises, you all thought.

“You two can take care of the picnic basket, Ryujin and I are going to rent some bikes.”

“No, jaem. We can’t leave them alone in this beautiful nature. Last time I left her on a crowded party she was fucking with his long term crush.” Ryujin smirks as she looked in your direction, satisfied at how you choked on your coke in shock. “You promised to not bring that up again.”

“We’re all human, we can’t exactly make promises,” Jaemin adds in.

“True that,” The two then raise their hand for a high five, gaining an eye roll and a groan from you and Jeno.

“Duh, it’s like you two were perfectly made for each other.”

“Shut up.” “Duuude, she’s blushing.” “It’s about damn time you get her, bro.”

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two can keep a secret || chapter 06

⇥ synopsis : when your father reveals his intention to remarry, you find an unlikely confidant in Mark, your soon-to-be stepbrother, but what began as a revenge fling ironically becomes far more complicated...

⇥ warnings : this story in its entirety includes but is not limited to strong language and dialogue, recurring alcohol and drug use, and explicit sexual content, and is intended for an adult audience only!

It wasn’t a trick. You weren’t trying to manipulate him. Nor were you being malicious. You panicked, plain and simple.

Your relationship with Mark was twisted, but feelings were there. Feelings of trust and…

Love?

That was the problem. Did you love Mark? Was there a chance in hell he loved you?

Despite all of the sex, there was certainly friendship. He was the one that made you laugh until your ribs ached. He was the one there for late-night pillow talks, where the two of you talked about all the mysteries of the universe until one of you fell asleep.

But love was a novel concept. You didn’t believe in it anymore, courtesy of your father.

So you peed on three pregnancy tests and hid them from view, then ran another three under the sink. Obviously, those came back negative and Mark would see them. He would be relieved, as you would have been if they were the real result.

If Mark knew you were pregnant, he would derail his and your life to make things right. That was the kind of person you knew him to be. He would march right to your father and tell him what happened. Of course, that would be the exact fodder needed to set fire to the upcoming nuptials.

And meanwhile, you would spend your entire life wondering if Mark stayed with you for the baby or because he loved you.

You had to be sure.

That night, your father took his mother to dinner and Mark decided to celebrate the negative pregnancy tests the best way he knew how.

You raked your fingers through his hair and arched your back, moaning his name for all to hear. Mark sucked on your clit like a man starved. His rough hands kneaded the juicy flesh of your hips, reeling a hand back and sending a sharp slap reverberating through the room.

“Mm,” Mark growled between your legs, lips wet against your pussy. Shit, you were gushing. Fuck, he had missed your body.

You lifted up on your elbows, head thrown back as you cried out for mercy in choked off moans and whimpers.

Mark glanced up, fire in his eyes at the way your breasts shuddered with your rapid breaths. You were jolting under his ministrations, twitching with the anticipation of a third release. One of these days he would happily make you orgasm until you passed out. And then he would never let you live it down.

“Dammit, I love this pussy,” Mark growled, licking between your folds.

There was that four-letter word. Heat flushed your cheeks. Your heart beat violently against your chest.

“What else… do you love… about me?” you stammered, shaking with the way he rolled your bundle of nerves with his tongue.

“I love this ass,” Mark retorted, pulling both hands back and slapping as best he could with you on your back in his bed.

You hid your face in your arm, biting down on a mouthful of those black, silk sheets. For fuck's sake, he knew how to pleasure you. He took such pride in it. The man ate you out like it was his goal in life to suck the soul out of you.

But of course, he only loved your body.

“I love the way you say my name.”

Your eyes flickered open.

Mark slowly rolled his hips, grinding his dick against the mattress for friction. His cock twitched each time you moaned or keened at the heat of his tongue working you to ecstasy. “I love the way you kiss my neck when I come,” he finally added, biting the inside of your thigh.

Hell, you loved that too.

But still, it seemed his love began and ended each time he was between your legs.

Mark kissed his way up your body, propping himself over you and staring deep into your eyes. You felt naked, exposed, wholly vulnerable underneath him. When he moved forward, impaling you slowly on his hard cock, your lips parted and you whimpered his name.

He clenched his jaw, grit his teeth. The lines of tension were hard on his face.

Your focus was his pleasure. You let out a noise he would love every time he bottomed out inside you. Your nails scraped down his spine, his back arching beneath them.

“Where can I come, baby?” he managed to say. His tone was shaky, overwhelmed. He was so close to the edge he could taste it. Bringing you to climax over and over had worked him up too well.

You felt a prickle of guilt, but you quickly locked your ankles over his ass, rocking yourself in tandem with his movements. Tightening your grip in his hair, you purred against his ear, “Deep inside, so I can kiss your pretty neck.”

Mark cried out your name, losing himself to climax the moment you whispered those words. You kissed a hot path up the side of his throat, anchoring him to you with all of your might as he shook above you and emptied himself inside your velvet walls.

His hot release was all you could think about as you were reminded of the baby growing in your womb. The baby you had made together. Mark was sheathed to the hilt inside you and had no idea. You kissed and sucked his neck with abandon, pushing your boobs against the expanse of his chest.

Damn it, he would definitely notice if your breasts swelled. You would have to get the most powerful sports bra ever made. Oh crap, when would they fill with milk?

Your amorous mood promptly vaporized and when Mark finally collapsed on top of you, you were relieved. You stroked your hands up and down his bare back, murmuring little nothings in your softest tone as he came down from his high.

Mark finally roused enough energy and brought his lips to the corner of your mouth, saying, “Not gonna lie, I would have loved to watch you swell with my baby.”

He was high. Of course, he would say shit like that.

You rolled your eyes. “What would you have done, Mark? Used it as a weapon to stop the wedding?”

Mark pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. His brows furrowed, stiffening with annoyance. “The fuck does that mean?”

The harshness of his voice made you rethink an argument and you quickly deflected, turning your head, “Just forget it.”

Mark didn’t relent. It wasn’t in his nature. “No, I won’t.”

“I would be the stepsister turned baby mama,” you murmured, looking toward the window and avoiding his gaze altogether.

Mark watched you, not sure what to make of this line of conversation. Pride wounded - and maybe his heart too - he asked, “Would having a baby with me be the worst thing that ever happened on the face of the earth?”

You couldn’t have this discussion with him while he was under the influence, although any post-coital bliss had clearly evaporated. Scoffing, you retorted, “Are you saying you would rather I was pregnant?”

“No,” he replied, hesitant for words. “But I’m saying it wouldn’t have been the end of the world. Which is what you’re saying.”

Rounding on him, you braced your hands on his chest and snapped, “Don’t put words in my mouth.”

Mark moved back when you pushed him away, standing alongside the bed and watching you gather your clothes impatiently. He was angry. Of course, he was relieved that you weren’t pregnant, but your same sense of relief stung. You didn’t have a problem fucking him, but anything beyond that was unacceptable?

Rage reared its ugly head.

“No, I’m only good at putting a dick in your mouth, right?”

Having just pulled up your shorts, you turned to face him, eyes wide.

“I’m not the guy for you. I’m the one that stays fucked up and drunk and between your legs, but god forbid I could be more than that,” Mark shouted, cheeks flushing with wrath.

You had never seen him this enraged. Sure, Mark’s temper was not uncommon when it chose to flare, but never had it been directed towards you.

It was downright terrifying.

"Mark, stop,” you spoke meekly, standing opposite him on the other side of the bed.

The same bed where you had just made love only moments ago. Moments that felt long gone. Fire had been coursing between your bodies, but now ice, cold and unforgiving, had fallen over the room.

“No, I won’t,” Mark hissed. “You think I don’t know that’s why you only you want me for sex? Your Daddy wants you to marry a rich douchebag so you can be a trophy wife. That’s why he’s making you get that dumb degree. He doesn’t want you to have your own career.”

That pushed your buttons in the worst of ways. You felt tears filling in your eyes as panic swiftly quelled in favor of hatred. “Stop talking about my life like you know anything of what it’s like!”

Mark riled all the more when you raised your voice at him. This being your first fight with him, it was going to be fucking memorable.

“The worst thing that could happen would be me knocking you up, right? I’m the worthless piece of shit kid that gets by on his mom’s money. I could never be good enough for you and I obviously could never be a good father!”

Oh, god... the baby, you thought. Blood drained from your face. Every fiber of the fight response left your body and you froze. You were pregnant. You couldn’t fight. You couldn’t think about how your life was officially over.

Your father would disown you. You wouldn’t be able to graduate. Mark would be cut off from his mother and her endless money. The two of you would have nothing. And Mark would resent you until the day he died for stealing everything he had from him.

You surrendered and said softly, “Mark, seriously. I can’t do this right now.”

Mark stilled. He could see now that he had scared you and he already regretted letting it escalate this far. Too much was said in the heat of the moment. His deepest insecurities had taken hold.

Seeing him quiet down, you bent down to gather your shirt, making for his bedroom door.

Mark stepped into your path and whispered, “Tell me I’m more than sex to you.”

You pinched your lips shut.

Mark felt the threat of tears behind his eyes and he hated himself for making you into one of his weaknesses. “Tell me!”

You replied calmly, “Tell me I’m more than just revenge to you.”

Mark stopped. And he said nothing.

You laughed; an empty, pitiful laugh wholly devoid of mirth. “Exactly,” you sneered.

The world came crashing down around you. Mark didn’t love you. You were the means to an end, only a release. And in that moment, you realized you were going to carry, birth and raise a baby all on your own.

Mark let you brush past him, his eyes on the floor.

“I’m locking my door from now on,” you told him bitterly. “Don’t even think about sneaking into my room anymore.”

“Fine,” Mark huffed.

No sooner had you slammed the door shut in your wake, Mark grabbed the only thing in range - a framed photo of him with his mother and father - and chucked it across the room.

You heard the glass shatter into a thousand pieces and the sound was all too fitting for the state of your heart.

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Broken Flock (4/??)

Summary: It’s been two years since you uprooted your life and left to figure out who you really are, leaving behind Bucky and Clint with little more than a note as a warning. Now, New York is calling your name and it’s time to go home. How will Clint and Bucky react to your return, and how will the time have affected your relationship?

A/N: I know I’m a little tardy with the post this week, but I’m happy with how this chapter turned out. It’s mostly conversation, but I’m a huge fan of just sitting around and talking with the people I care about, so I hope you guys enjoy!

Page dividers by @carryonmyswansong

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: WinterhawkxReader

Warnings: Description of transformation/pain (not in depth)

Part 3

The door clicks open and I look up for a moment to see Clint and Bucky stumble into the apartment. Clint flops down onto the couch and lays himself across my lap. Bucky presses a kiss to the top of my head before taking a seat in the recliner to my right. Clint whines when I don’t pay attention to him, so I set my book aside and comb my fingers through his hair.

“What, are you a dog?” I ask.

“Maybe,” he mumbles.

“Mmm,” I hum. Clint sighs happily. I turn to Bucky and ask, “How was your day, then?”

“It was alright,” he says. “Uneventful, actually. Seems like we’re in the quiet season, so Steve is mostly just drilling the Maximoff kids and making sure they’re combat-ready.”

“Are they still not working well in the field?”

“It’s not that they’re bad, they just need more training. There’s only so much you can do with brute strength before your opponent gets the upper hand.”

I nod. “Are they making good progress?”

“Relatively. Steve gets a little frustrated with them from time to time, but they’re kids, y’know?”

“Their attention span leaves much to be desired?” I suggest.

Bucky snorts. “Yeah, something like that. At this point, only time will tell.”

“That, and getting their asses handed to them out in the field,” Clint interjects. “They’re good kids, but training is only gonna do so much good. Trial and error is what’s really gonna help ‘em.”

Bucky frowns. “I don’t know about that.”

“I think he might be onto something, Buck,” I say. “A lot of the time, the best way to improve is to actually put what you’re learning into practice. They’ll learn better on missions, especially with you guys there to keep them safe when things get rocky.”

“Maybe.”

“You’re doing better for them than was done for either of you.”

“She’s right,” Clint says. “We may not be perfect, but at least we’re not criminals.”

“I’ve found that’s always been the best quality in a good teacher.” Clint laughs and rolls to the side to press his face to my stomach. Bucky rolls his eyes. “Oh come on, you can’t tell me that the bad guys don’t make shit teachers. I wound up with more cracked ribs and bruises with S.H.I.E.L.D. than I ever did with the Avengers.”

Clint stops laughing and rolls back to look up at me. “What?”

“You know Hydra had a presence in S.H.I.E.L.D. even before the whole shitstorm a while back, right?” I look between Clint and Bucky. “You’re looking at me like I grew a tail or something.”

“Considering you just dropped a fucking Hydra bomb on us, I’d say we’re reacting pretty well,” Clint says.

Bucky moves from his chair to sit in front of me on the floor. He reaches out and takes my hand in his. He doesn’t say anything. Just looks at me with sad puppy dog eyes.

“I’m fine, Bucky,” I whisper. “I was never used by them. They didn’t do anything near what they did to you.”

“That doesn’t matter, (Y/N). They still pushed you too hard. They still hurt you.”

Clint takes my other hand and I look down at him.

“Tell us,” he says. “How long?”

I shrug and shake my head. “Probably fourteen or fifteen years? I don’t know. Someone from S.H.I.E.L.D. approached my dad after the accident that gave me my wings.”

“What happened?” Bucky asks.

“I… well, I was on a field trip in seventh grade to a factory or something for a science class. The group was walking across a catwalk over a bunch of chemical vats, and a couple of kids were dicking around near me and they got too rowdy and I got knocked over the side, into one of the vats.” Clint and Bucky’s hands tighten around mine. “They fished me out really fast, they washed me off, and pretty much just sent me on my way when I didn’t immediately melt or break out in hives. And I was fine for like a week, but then things started changing really fast. I shot up like five inches in three weeks before anything started actually sprouting.”

“Holy shit,” Clint mutters.

I nod. “Yeah… shit was itchy as hell. The bone structure started growing first, I had all kinds of stretch marks because everything grew so fast. As soon as the feathers started coming in it was like everything was covered in ingrown hairs or something. It was around that time that S.H.I.E.L.D. came knocking. They said something about wanting to do some tests, make sure I was alright, and that nothing about this transformation would affect my quality of life. My parents were cool with them just taking me with them for some reason, and I went with them a week later.”

I let my head fall back against the couch and sigh. “I found out that my bones and muscle density had changed completely and skeletal structure in my torso shifted for three months or something after I moved into the S.H.I.E.L.D. facility full time. I couldn’t move properly until everything came in fully and stopped moving around, and even then the pain didn’t really go away for years. No one believed me, though, so as soon as everything seemed like it was under control, someone decided that I was going to be a new asset, and I had to start training around six months after they brought me in.”

Bucky moves suddenly, letting go of my hand and gestures for Clint to sit up. I watch him, brows pulled together, as he carefully picks me up and sits on the couch with his back against the arm. He places me in his lap and waits for me to situate my wings comfortably before nodding to Clint. With Clint’s head in my lap and Bucky’s arm around my back Bucky places his free hand on Clint’s chest and Clint covers it with his hand. I let my head fall onto Bucky’s shoulder.

“Keep going,” Bucky murmurs.

“The trainers I was assigned were always at least twice my size, and I know I’m strong, but I wasn’t anywhere near as strong as I needed to be to face up against them when I was that young. I don’t think I was close even at fifteen or sixteen. I just didn’t have the muscle mass. But they still threw me around like I should’ve been able to keep up, and yeah, I learned, but they probably wasted more resources on patching me up than on actually training me. They at least waited till I was eighteen to put me in the field, not that they didn’t try before then. Something tells me that Fury or someone close to him had a hand in that. Y’know, someone with a brain who recognized that a minor, who was supposed to be a simple case study, shouldn’t really be an agent or anything like that.”

“And your parents didn’t have a problem with this?”

“Of course not. They didn’t even know it was happening. S.H.I.E.L.D. was compensating them for my time and making sure that I finished my education. My parents were ecstatic.”

“That’s messed up,” Clint says.

“Mm, yeah. Kind of.”

“Did they know what was happening?” Bucky asks. “Did they ever visit to check in on you?”

“No, and if they ever tried, I’m sure someone turned them away.” I shake my head. “I never told them about the training because I thought that was supposed to be normal. I don’t think they knew about anything past the tests or my schooling. I don’t even think I told them I was an Avenger.”

“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to feel normal. Block out the trauma for a while and feel like I belonged somewhere.”

“Well,” Clint says. “You wound up with us instead of the well-adjusted ones, so looks like the joke’s on you.”

Bucky flicks Clint’s ear and Clint frowns. “Right, poor choice of words. What I meant is that people with shit always tend to gravitate towards each other. You don’t have to try and be normal like everyone else. You’re allowed to figure out where your normal is and then find your people. The people with the same normal.”

“Why do you always say the dumb thing first?” Bucky admonishes. “You’re smarter than that.”

“Force of habit,” Clint says.

“Get a better habit.”

“Guys,” I say. “Come on. Can we please not blow this out of proportion? I’ve barely been back a month. I’m still trying to figure out where I fit in again. What my normal is.”

“You’ll get there,” Bucky says softly. “We’ll help you.”

I sigh and lean heavily against him. “Thank you.”

“Nothing to thank us for,” Clint says. “We’re your boys. We’ll always be here for you.”

“I appreciate that,” I say. “Really.”

Bucky hugs me close. “We know.”

I nod against his chest and place my hand on top of his and Clints. I feel Bucky relax and I allow my eyes to close. However, Clint tenses under my hand and I have to suppress the annoyed groan that’s building at the back of my throat.

“What is it, Clint?” I ask.

“How do you know I’m gonna say anything?”

“Because the only time you’re silent is if you’re asleep or unconscious. Considering you’re not asleep, and well on your way to being unconscious, I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you’re itching to say something.”

“I don’t like the quiet,” he mutters.

“Just ask your question, Clint,” Bucky says.

“Maybe I don’t want to ask now.”

“Clint, please,” I poke his stomach. “We’re not making fun of you. Just ask the question.”

He sighs. “It’s just that we don’t know what you were doing when you weren’t helping Kate. Private investigative work can be a full-time gig, but there’s no way it was anyone but her.”

“Well, you’re not wrong,” I mutter.

“How is she even making money?” Bucky asks. “Her father cut her off, right?”

I nod. “He did, indeed.”

“Then how is she surviving?”

“She takes little paid vigilante jobs, mundane PI gigs, and the occasional odd job if she can’t make rent,” I say. “Can’t say she’s really winning the game yet, but she’s doing her best.”

“But what were you doing to pay the rent?” Clint asked. “I mean, you probably weren’t doing any vigilante work.”

“No, I definitely wasn’t doing vigilante work. I had some money saved up when I was first out there, so I was able to finish that degree I started when I was still at the tower.”

“That couldn’t have taken up much of your time.”

“I really didn’t. But it gave me a jumping-off point to start doing some freelance work. I wound up writing for a shitty advice column and editing for a few steady customers.”’

“That pay well?”

“Hell yeah. I’m good enough and fast enough that I can charge between fifty to seventy-five dollars an hour.”

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah. And my clients work fast enough that I always have work throughout the week. I’m not rich by any means, but I’m definitely not broke.”

“Wow,” Bucky said. “You’re still working with them?”

“Yeah, I don’t see any reason to stop now that I’m back. I like the work too much to let it go.” I sigh. “It’s nice to have something outside of the Avengers and everything that links back to that. Something that I’m passionate about that doesn’t rely on anyone but me and keeps me out of danger.”

Clint laughs. “Yeah, danger is definitely a turnoff in our line of work. The only thing that tops it is the high potential for death.”

Bucky snorts. “I think you’ll find death isn’t always permanent.”

“Disappointing,” I say.

Clint's giggles die down eventually, but he immediately asks, “Have you gone out flying yet?”

“No,” I answer.

Bucky seems intrigued. “Really? Not at all?”

“Really. Not at all. I’ve been busy with work.”

“But you get stir crazy so easily.”

“The fact that I don’t want the rest of the team knocking at my door outweighs the restlessness.”

“Are you sure?”

“Clint, Tony would be breaking down my door right now if he knew I was back in town. I’m not ready for that. Let alone the kind of emotional beration I’ll get from Nat when she gets to me.” I squint down at him. “You’re just scared you can’t keep me a secret, aren’t you?”

“I might be.”

I roll my eyes. “I’ll go out in my own time.”

“What if I let something slip?”

“Then you tell them you don’t know where I’m staying. It’s not… It wouldn’t be awful for them to know I’m in town. The issue lies in whether or not they know where I am.”

“I don’t know if I can keep that in, (Y/N). You know the kind of mind trick Tasha uses. I am not immune!”

Bucky pressed his nose to my shoulder. “I’ll make sure he keeps his mouth shut, don’t worry.”

“Okay,” I laugh. “I’m gonna hold you to that.”

“ Clint’s right though, you really do need to get out,” he continues. “Staying cooped up here forever isn’t helping your health.”

“I know…”

“Why don’t we go upstate this weekend?” Bucky asks. “We’ll steer clear of the compound, but we can find somewhere you can just get out and fly for a while.”

“I don’t know…”

“I’ll stay behind,” Clint offers. “I have work to do around the building. If the team needs anything, I’ll be here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Buck needs some time outside of the city, and you need to get out of here and fly. It’ll be good for both of you.”

“Thanks, Clint,” Bucky says.

“Mm, no problem.” Clint hums and closes his eyes when Bucy pats his chest.

Bucky convinces Clint and I to move to the bedroom. I agree, but Bucky has to carry Clint when he refuses to get up. I went ahead and grabbed the book I was reading earlier and propped myself up against the headboard. Bucky lays beside me and Clint cuddles into his side. Bucky reads over my arm and bumps me with his shoulder when I turn the page before he’s done.

When I yawn one too many times, Bucky takes my book from me and tosses it onto the bedside table.

“Go to sleep,” he says.

I nod and pull my wings tight against my body so that I can turn onto my side and lay down. Bucky pulls me close and I curl into the side of his body. I nod off just as Bucky presses a kiss to my forehead.

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White Day, I Guess

(also posted on ao3)

Bakugou had a lot of plans of white day. After all, he and Todoroki were in a… relationship, now, and it was only fair to return the favor from Valentine’s Day. That’s what he was supposed to do. Todoroki gave him homemade chocolates, subpar as they had been, so he owed him something for white day in turn. And he had planned on doing something. He had. But that didn’t happen. Instead, he got a message from his parents two days before, telling him that he was going to be doing a photoshoot for them, and no, he didn’t have a choice, and no, they didn’t care if he didn’t want to. He was getting paid, so he better have his ass over there by seven in the morning. He growled, but in the end, he did as he was told, knowing his parents would forcibly drag him in if he denied them. Or rather, his mom would.

But he refused to go alone. Even if things weren’t going as planned, he was dragging Icyhot along to watch, if for no other reason than to keep him from going insane. And afterwards, well, hopefully they’d have time to fit in a date or whatever. Something in the spirit of the holiday. Todoroki didn’t seem too put off when he’d told him, just tilted that head in that dumb kitten kind of way and nodded after a moment.

“All I care about is spending time with you on white day,” he’d told him, and fuck him, he didn’t have the right to be cute. He’d grumbled in response, unsure of what to say, before huffing out to meet him in his room at six. Todoroki gave a little nod, and that was that. Icyhot disappeared to either his own room or Deku’s, and Bakugou was content in the knowledge that they’d still be spending time together. Or whatever. He wasn’t going to get sappy. He wasn’t.

They’d still do something on white day, he’d make sure of that. No matter how late his parents kept him, how long the shoot went on, he’d make sure they had time for something. Todoroki showed his affections on Valentine’s Day, he had to show his own. Even if he wasn’t the best at it. He’d only admit that to himself, though, that he was pretty bad at showing his emotions. Though, everyone could piece that together for themselves.

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Considering it was only two days away, white day came pretty quick, a lot faster than it felt like it probably should’ve. And Bakugou paced irritably around his room as he waited for his boyfriend to show up. It was almost six, and he didn’t want to be kept waiting. They had to leave pretty much as soon as Todoroki arrived, if they wanted to get there on time, and Bakugou didn’t really want to deal with his mother pissed off, so they were getting there on time. He was about ready to march upstairs to Todoroki’s room, see what was taking him so long, not that he was even late yet, when the aforementioned boy knocked on his door, peeking in, the time exactly 6:00. At least he was punctual. Bakugou would’ve preferred early, but this was fine too.

“Don’t get comfortable,” he warned, “we’ve got to head out to the shoot, no time to dawdle.” Or do anything else. Well, not completely… He pulled Todoroki into a quick kiss, a silent good morning, before he snagged his arm, grip firm but gentle. He wasn’t joking when he said they didn’t have time to dawdle, they didn’t. Todoroki seemed fine with this development, though, offering a tiny smile, and those were so rare to everyone else but he had them handed to him on a daily basis and that meant a lot more than he was willing to unpack, and happily going along with him.

They had approval to leave the campus, Bakugou had made sure of that, so getting out was rather simple, and the walk to the bus station was quiet, however, once they got there, Todoroki turned to him, his mismatched eyes shining with curiosity.

“Why did you agree to do this photoshoot?” he asked. It wasn’t like he minded, he was being honest when he said all he wanted out of the day was to be around Bakugou, but he did have to wonder. Bakugou had never struck him as the type to want to be in a photoshoot. He didn’t expect to get a nonchalant shrug in response.

“Parents told me to, and it’s too much fucking trouble to tell them no,” he said in reply, looking slightly annoyed but mostly like he didn’t care, like this was fairly normal, which he could tell confused Todoroki greatly, the other looking even more confused than he had a minute ago.

“Why would your parents want you in photoshoots? Is it a publicity thing or--” he cut himself off, looking no less confused than he had a second ago. Bakugou didn’t understand what he was so caught up on.

“Of course it’s a publicity thing, dumbass,” and if there was an affectionate note to the insult, well, no one but Todoroki needed to know that, “what else would it be? They want me to model their white day collection, something about how I’m the only male model they have that fits their fucking criteria for it. Tch. They just want cheap labor.” And wow, he did not expect his boyfriend to look even more confused than he had a minute ago, but it seemed Todoroki was making it his goal to not understand anything he was being told today. He sighed. “What the hell are you caught up on?”

“I-- are you parents fashion designers??” he asked, and he sounded so genuinely confused that Bakugou had to accept that he wasn’t joking. That somehow, his dumb boyfriend had no idea that his parents were fashion designers, despite the fact that he was certain it had come up at least a few times while they were out together, either by Bakugou growling at a magazine that had his face on it, or by some offhanded mention of a new line coming out that he was getting sent some clothes for. They didn’t talk about family much, sure, Bakugou knew that was a sensitive topic for Todoroki and frankly, he didn’t give any fucks what that fiery bastard was up to, but he’d been certain he knew. Well, at least they were clearing this up now, he supposed.

“Yeah, fucking of course they are, what did you think they did?” he asked, genuinely curious, only to get a hapless shrug in response. Before the other could respond, the bus arrived, and they quieted as they got on, but Bakugou was intent on picking back up this conversation later, all too curious about what Todoroki had thought his parents did, thought of his family.

Unfortunately, it seemed they weren’t going to be getting that opportunity, because the moment he arrived, one of his parent’s make up artists immediately began attempting to haul him off while his mom barked orders all across the shoot. Todoroki looked out of his element, uncertain what he was meant to do, hesitantly taking a seat off to the side. Bakugou hoped his boyfriend would be able to just hang out there, but immediately, he saw his mom swoop in on him like a vulture on a carcass, looking him over. She put up a hand to stop the make up artist currently trying to haul him off to the back, the one he was currently fighting so he could help Todoroki at least get a little bit settled before he had to abandon him. The artist relaxed their grip, letting him wrench himself free and walk over to his mom.

“What do you want, hag?” he growled, unhappy with her eyeing up his boyfriend, knowing she was probably going to try and drag him into the shoot, and he was not okay with that.

She chose to ignore his rudeness for the moment, focused in on Todoroki, and that was not a good sign. “He’s one of your classmates, right? Endeavor’s son,” Todoroki minutely flinched, Bakugou growled, Mitsuki ignored him, continuing on, “you brought him with you.”

“He’s my boyfriend, fucking of course I brought him with me,” he growled, and though she seemed shocked for a moment, a wide grin soon split across her face.

“Perfect, so I can use him for a couple’s shoot with you two.” Without even waiting for a response, she called over one of the makeup artists, who immediately pulled Todoroki out of his chair and hauled him off. It pissed Bakugou off to no end. Todoroki wasn’t meant to be a damn part of this, he had no contract and he wasn’t fucking getting paid, but his mom didn’t seem to care, back to barking orders.

“I’ll need you to be cute, Katsuki, or as cute as you can manage,” his mom instructed him offhandedly, continuing to direct people around.

“I’m not fucking cute, old hag,” he said with another growl, “go bother someone else. And for fuck’s sake, be nice to Icyhot, and fucking pay him, I can’t believe you dragged him into this bullshit.” He was pissed off for Todoroki’s sake, honestly, utterly miffed about everything going on. He could see his boyfriend, smiley that dumb, goofy smile a short way’s away, still being pulled along, and though he didn’t get it in the slightest, it was still cute. Not that he’d admit that.

He willingly let himself be pulled around by the makeup artist to her station, so poor Todoroki wasn’t left alone to suffer with them. His boyfriend offered him another smile, smaller than the previous one, but he looked extremely uncomfortable, almost wincing the moment the makeup artist touched his face. He’d ask about that later, sometime when they weren’t be crowded by his parents’ staff.

He let out almost a snarl when the makeup artists began discussing whether or not to try to cover his boyfriend’s scar.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” he hissed. “Touch his scar and I’m marching out of here with him, and I will not be coming back. Understood?” he asked, though he wasn’t really asking. Either they said they understood or he and Todoroki were gone. They were not going to give his boyfriend one more thing to be insecure about regarding his scar. He was perfectly fucking attractive exactly as he was, thank you, and he wouldn’t let them change a damn thing about Todoroki.

Todoroki, who was looking at him with the gentlest smile he had ever seen. “Thank you,” he said, his voice practically a whisper, and the moment felt too soft, too important for where they were at the moment. He averted his gaze, staring at the ground.

“Don’t mention it,” he said quietly. “I’m not gonna let them fuck with your face, you’re fine as you are. More than fine.” Todoroki gave him that soft look again, and it tugged at something in his chest.

The rest of makeup went without a hitch, really, but the feeling lingered in Bakugou’s chest, and he wasn’t sure what that meant. Wasn’t sure what Todoroki’s occasional gentle glances went. Well, no, he thought he did, maybe, anyway, but he didn’t want to acknowledge it, not right now, not here.

After makeup, he was having clothes thrown at him, with a myriad of cautions to avoid touching his face, avoid messing with his makeup at all, and reminded that they’d be doing his hair after the fact, which had him quickly scowling. He hated people messing with his hair. He hoped they didn’t fuck too much with Todoroki’s long hair, didn’t want them to mess it up. He was too pretty for whatever dumb bullshit he was certain his mom was planning on pulling. Also, he was not happy with the fact that they were currently separated.

His clothes on, he swatted at the hairstylists starting to crowd him. “I’m gonna get some fucking water, screw off,” he said, marching off. He didn’t need water, didn’t want water, but he did want to check on Todoroki, make sure his boyfriend was okay, that they weren’t trying to pull him out of his comfort zone or something.

They’d just finished dressing him up, it seemed, and he currently had someone brushing through his hair, seemingly getting ready to braid it. He put a gentle hand on his shoulder, Todoroki immediately turning to look at him.

“Okay, icyhot?” he asked, too quiet for the others to hear. Todoroki offered a quiet hum.

“I’m fine, thank you,” he said, that look in his eyes again. That damn look. He nodded, moving to head off.

“Good. If you need me, hunt me down,” he said, as though he wasn’t going to check on him again. He was absolutely going to. He was quickly hauled off for hair, and soon, finally, he was getting some damn pictures taken.

He wasn’t happy about it, but the sooner these got done, the better. And if he took frequent breaks to check in on Todoroki, to make sure he was okay, to give a once over to whatever clothing they shoved him, whatever makeup touch ups he did, the fucking wonder they did with his hair, the gorgeous braid in the front of his hair, framing the left side of his face. His boyfriend was so fucking pretty.

Every time he checked in on him, Todoroki gave him that look and every time he went running off shortly after, offering a small smile in return, as awkward as he was sure it looked, it made Todoroki light up even more. He was not blushing when he went back, he wasn’t. He wasn’t. (He was.)

He had his own shoot individually, away from his boyfriend, and where Todoroki was during that, he didn’t know, but soon enough, he was herded over to his side, and immediately orders were being barked at them about how to pose, occasionally being manhandled by his mom, sometimes his dad, to get the ideal position, showing off the clothes just right.

They was sure they got a lot of good pictures. Certainly. He was also sure they had quite a few of them doing various things they absolutely were not supposed to do. Antics he refused to acknowledge but knew the flash had gone off as they were occuring. He’d have to talk to his parents, make sure those didn’t get anywhere outside this room. And to him. But overall, it went well, and soon enough, the end of the shoot came.

He couldn’t say what sparked it, what made that gentle expression on Todoroki’s face morph into him pulling him up into a kiss, a proper one. Maybe it was the thought that the cameras were off, maybe it was just something he did, he didn’t know, but one second he was standing there, talking to his boyfriend, and the next he was being pulled into a kiss, a kiss he happily returned.

A kiss that was immediately marked by the bright, startling flash of a camera behind them, causing Todoroki to jolt back in shock.

“Sorry,” he murmured quietly, obviously not intending for there to have been a picture taken of it. Bakugou rolled his eyes, offering a confident smirk.

“Don’t worry about it, it won’t make it to the press,” he said. He’d make sure of it. And his assurance seemed to be enough for Todoroki, his boyfriend immediately melting into his side.

It was late, he noted as they left, too late to go out anywhere, but dammit, he and Todoroki were still going to have a good white day. Reaching up, he cupped his boyfriend’s face, pulling him down to his level.

“C’mon, we’re going to the store. I’m going to teach you, you fucking madman, how to properly make chocolate from scratch.”

And that was how they spent the rest of the evening, throwing together ingredients to make the perfect chocolate. Bakugou even tried to let his boyfriend actually help. Keyword being tried. Watching Todoroki move around the kitchen like he had never been in one before, like a helpless fucking kitten, reminded him why he hated having others in his space. His kitchen.

He even tried literally coming up behind his boyfriend and guiding his hands, which didn’t seem to bother Todoroki at all, in fact, he seemed pretty pleased with the situation, but soon enough, even that got to be too much, and he shooed Todoroki out of the way.

“Just watch,” he told him, “I can walk you through it, but if we keep trying to do this together this batch is going to be beyond fucked up.”

“‘kay,” Todoroki replied, not seeming bothered in the slightest. After all, he was more than happy to watch Bakugou work.

All in all, despite everything, it had been a good day. Maybe not as good as if Bakugou had gotten his way, but good.

“Happy white day, I guess,” he said to Todoroki as he dropped him off at his room. Todoroki grinned back at him, a proper grin. Bakugou’s heart fluttered.

“Happy white day,” he said in reply. “I love you.” It was a quiet admission, so quiet Bakugou was almost certain he hadn’t heard it all, the door already sealed behind Todoroki, but it lingered in his head. His chest tightened again, that feeling returning, and loathe as he was to admit it, he knew what it meant.

Knew he loved him too, even if he wasn’t totally ready to say it aloud. Todoroki would give him time, though, he was sure. Even if he was slow to admit his feelings, he always did, and Todoroki knew that.

And if, pinned up on his door, away from most prying eyes, he had a set of photos from that shoot, of Todoroki poking his cheek to try and make him smile, of him drawing a full on cackle out of Todoroki at a quiet remark at his father’s expense, of him pinning Todoroki up against the wall, of the kiss, well, that was no one’s business but his.

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