#since when was barlie soft like this???? | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

its--me-alex · 3 years

Text

Imagine Sam Winchester - missed opportunities

Request: “ Sam and reader having the holidays alone in the bunker, basically anything a holidays fun day would include but my only specifics for this vague request would be some type of snow activity and maybe some mistletoe, it doesn’t snow where i’m from and snow stuff is always really fun!!

Super sorry if it’s too vague, i feel bad asking for anything too specific and kinda embarrassed even tho it’s anonymous, hope you have a happy holidays :)”

A/N: Please don’t ever feel bad or embarrassed about your requests. Writers like myself are estatic whenever we get one. Also I know it ain’t christmas anymore but here is the story anyways, because why not. It isn’t as holiday-ish as intended but still: Enjoy!

Words: 1,619

Memories in italics

POV Reader:

“Almost two goddam months.I really need to get over this! Seriously y/n, there are more importat things than....” you halted your thoughts hating that you couldn’t get over it.

Looking up you felt an immediate wave of regret. Over there sat Sam, looking on one of this oh-so-boring lore books, being calm as ever, as if christmas eve hadn’t happend. You on the other hand couldn’t even sit quietly next to the younger Winchester without having your mind becoming a mess.

It was the evening of christmas eve. Dean who wanted you to “get your shit together, finally stop to eye-fuck his brother and rather do the real thing” left the two of you to “get some beer”. Unfortunately he got stuck on the road because of some “car problems”, which left you and Sam alone in the bunker to celabrate christmas.

Trying not to remember that Dean told you very specifically to ask his brother out you try to keep your hands steady while you stand next to Sam to prepare your dinner. Looking at him out of the conner of your eye, you saw that he was as collected as always.

“Why would he be nervous anyways”, you asked yourself: “it isn’t as if the two of you had never been alone together”

But you were fidgety anyways, knowing what Dean wanted you to do. “He dosen’t like me that way. Why does Dean what me to embarrass me like that to him?!”, you thought.

“y/n? Is everything alright?”

“Yeah, sure just thinking ‘bout stuff, y’know?”

“Oh-okay. Ahm.. I’m done with cutting the vegetables . You?”

You tested the nuddles and said: “Yeah there done.”

You already feared the strange atmosphere, that you expected at the dinner table, but to your surprise everything went perfect. As it was normal for the two of you you had one great conversation topic after the next, half of them making you laught the other half being some deep shit.

After you finished dinner, you cleaned up and decided you wanted to have a glass of whiskey in the liberay.

Sam went there first and you moved back to your room to check on your phone quickliy before you wanted to join him.

Going into your room you screened it, for where you phone is. You found it on your nightstand. While walking back to the liberary where suspected Sam was already waiting for you, you turned it on.

There where endlessly many notifications for misssed calls from Dean. As you just wanted to click on the button to hear what he had to say, eventhought you weren’t sure if you wanted to hear him asking how far you and Sam made it with the talking-about-your-feelings, you saw Sam standing in the door to the liberary looking up.

“Ahm... you alright there Sammy?”, you asked gigerly, competly forgetting about Deans calls.

You just wanted to go passed him, as he grabed your arm softly.

“Well.. Y-you know I... actually ahm”, he paused.

Now extremely curious of what had the fearless and calm hunter Sam fucking Winchester so out of his head you looked up too. Above your heads there was a miseltoe with a small note in Deans Handwriting “Since I know you two I herby give you a push.”

“He’s having a strange humor again, eh?”, you tried to laught it off knowing that you would possibly catch fire if his lips were to touch yous.

“Ha! Yeah, but y’know, he will know if we don’t ... so that”, hawking he took a deep breath and then looked you directly in the eyes.

Suddenly he softly grabbed the back of your head. Everything started to be tingeling and your breathing became eratic as his other arm found his way around your waist to pull you more into him.

Trying to steady youself you put both of your hand on his firm chest, feeling his strong muscles underneath his ugly christmas sweater.

His eyes were still focused on yous as he took a deep breath. You had to swallow hard as he bend down a bit to be on your hight.

All your thoughts were gone and your heart was fluttering so much it almost hurt as you were anticipating his next move.

He broke the tensed silence between the two of you with a whisped: “Is this ok?”

Swallowing hard yet again you answered in a raspy voice: “Y-Yeah”

Slowly, giving you any chance to escape, his face came closer to yours. You reacted by parting you lips slghtly. Then you felt his shallow breath on your face as you both closed you eyes gradually. When you could finally, almost feel his clapped lips on your soft ones ....

BOOM!

Thinking back to the day of christmas eve you sighned heavily. Dean had interrupted you right befor you both could finally have what you had craved for for years. To be fair, there was a problem with witches that couldn’t wait, since they were attacing Lebanon trying to catch children who were feeling “true happiness” to sacifice them to some god of theirs.

Needless to say that you fought them hard, but still some of them escaped far away. It took you until yesterday to kill them all, before Dean decided he would drive throught at night, if that meant he cold spend the next night on his memory foam. Currently he wanted to get some groceries since all you had was to old by now.

Thinking of the devil, Dean came throught the bunker door with two big bags full of things.

“Whoa, Dean! Are we gonna host some party or why did you buy the whole store?”, Sam asked, snickering at the sight of his brother struggeling those two big, heavy-looking bags.

“Ha-ha, Bitch. So funny. There was a sale at the shop from which we get our weapons and ammunition. So I bought it!”, Dean exclaimed.

“Bought “It”?“, you asked curious but still amused.

“Ahm, everything he had. He-he”, Dean ducked his head as if he just now noticed that what he bought might really be a bit too much. Knowing Dean you asumed he really just had that realisation.

As Sam gave his brother the famous bitch-face Dean replied: “You know what: I did the shopping, you do the carrying stuff part. Theres lots still in the trunk.”

Huffing Sam and you realised that descussing this would take longer than to just carry all in.

As you were gettting up Sam reacted by saying “O-oh no. You don’t need to help. I got this. It’s very cold outside.”

“We are quicker if we work together. I’m just gonna put a jacket on.”

As you took a step outside of the bunkers main entrance there stood the impala. It’s shiny black hood looking impressive on the white background.

“Did you knew it had snowed?”

No. But it’s great isn’t it?”

“Yeah!”

After that short exchange you both started to carry in one heavy bag full of ammunition and weapons after the next.

As you just walked outside to check if there was another bag left, you felt something hitting your back.

Turning around quickly you saw Sam standing there and failing to look innocent.

“You shouldn’t have started a fight you can’t win, Winchester!”

“Oh really? What do you what to do about it?”

Reacting to his sassy words you quickly grabbed a hand full of fresh white snow and threw it in his face.

“How about that.”

“Oh you are in for it y/n.”

With that a heavy snow fight brock out between the two of you. You would always dodge his snow, something he couldn’t.

Just as you wanted to throw another snowball at him, you looked around but couldn’t see him. Right when you wanted to yell at him, that you would go back inside to drink something warm, secretly hoping he would come out of his hideout, so you could throw another load of snow at him, you got tackled from behind.

Hunter instincts kicking in you throw that (fairly heavy) person off of you, turn around and press them into the ground with your full weight on your arm holding them down at their troat.

“Look who’s there.” you hear Sams voice close to your ear.

“Shit! Sorry Sammy! I didn’t... Sorry”

As you tried to get off of him you first took your arm away from his neck.

“It’s okay. I’m gonna make the best outta it.”

With that he turned you around yet again, so he was laying on top of you. However he was, other than you, very carful to not put his whole weight on you as he reached for something in his pocket.

“When we were coming home earlier, I spotted something that had me reminded of how much I wanted - no still want ... something.”, he stuttered.

As you just wanted to ask whats the matter, he showed you the miseltoe under which the two of you had almost kissed months ago.

“Ever since this evening I was barly able to hunt down those witches. I tried everything y/n, and still... all I could think of was how good you smelled, and how soft you lips looked, how perfect your body felt under my hands, how much I wanted to... “

You stopped him by pressing you lips to his in a loving kiss, just as you had dreamed of so often since you fell for him. And just like you imagined it was perfect. Both of you could only concentrade on this very moment as you both fullfilled you deepest wish of being together that way.

Breathing heavily you answered: “ Yeah, me too.”

----------------------------

Also check this out:

https://its--me-alex.tumblr.com/post/637948228780933120/headcanons-castiel-how-he-fell-for-you-he-met

#sam winchester #sam x reader #spn imagine #spn x reader #spn x y/n #supernatural #SPN Family #SPN #spn sam #spn #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x y/n #supernatural imagine #supernatural x reader #supernatural fanfic #spn sam winchester

30 notes · View notes

evisconti · 3 years

Text

anonymous said : That was... An interesting dream she just woke up to. It was her and Ercole, alone, watching a movie. But, why would she see this? Despite being his son, she barely touches him, barly even speaks to him. Is this maybe, her brain telling her she should spend more time with his son? She looked at her side. Of course, her husband was not there. He would always get up early and go to the company. He did not even do much in there, but he had to be there. Lifting her head up a little, she checked the clock. It was 9 am. Would ercole be up by now? If not, would she be upset if she woke him up early? Somewhy, she felt like bonding with him today. Felt like.. Making an effort. A soft sigh. The woman getd up from her bed, and makes her way into the big bathroom in their bedroom. She spends at least a good 30 minutes in there, taking a shower, and putting all the oils and skin care stuff on her pretty, perfect face. She should take care of it good, afterall. Though, once she was done with everything, and once she changed her clothes, she made her way outside the bedroom. She checked in the kitchen. For this morning, she decided to go simple. Crepes and croissants with espresso should be good. Wait, does Ercole even like either of them? She never really pay attention. Well, hopefully he does.. She waited for a bit. For everything to be almost ready so ercole does not wait once he is up. When she decided it will be some in a few minutes, she walked towards ercoles bedroom. Now, normally, maids would wake him up. He would have his breakfast alone, with both of his parents being absent, then spend most of his day outside, bullying kids. But.. She wants to switch things up a little for today. Would he actually like to spend time with her? Nevertheless, she gently knocks on his door a few times, to not invade his privacy. Once she hears a "come in", she opens the door, to see the surprised look on her son's face. (Damn this was long, hope its alright!) / unprompted (it’s wonderful ily)

the KNOCK , KNOCK , KNOCK at his door easily woke him up. a light sleeper , ercole was. a gentle rap against the wood was always enough to shift him from slumber , plus it had been his wake - up call all his life. it was routine. a hand rubs over a sickly sleepy face , his mumbled invitation to whoever was at his door just barely audible. THE BED WAS SO COZY . . . good thing he would have breakfast in bed , right ? there was probably a group of maids ready to usher into his room , hand him his morning meal on a tray and set out his clothes , dutifully getting everything ready for their ‘ prince ’ and his eventful daily escapades.

but there were no maids ― there wasn’t even a tray of steaming breakfast. IT WAS ONLY HIS MOTHER. a sight he hasn’t seen since he was little . . . momma standing in the doorway , fondly gazing at her son. ercole immediately sat up , all drowsiness quickly leaving his body. what could this be about ? this wasn’t quite normal , but with no sight of his FATHER , he felt slightly comfortable , but apprehensive nevertheless.

❝ uh . . . buongiorno , madre. ❞ ercole managed , the tiredness in his voice etching through his words. his hands came up and rubbed his eyes as she approached swiftly , almost angelically ― sitting beside him on his pillowy bed. there was a slight fear in him , HAD HE DONE SOMETHING ? there weren’t many times where his mother would approach him personally other than to criticize something he’d done , or tell him something he didn’t CARE about. although . . . she looked gentle. there wasn’t much of her expression he could read behind layers of makeup and oils , so ercole couldn’t be too sure. ❝ is there something wrong ? ❞ he asked , hesitant , shifting to scoot away from her.

#MMMMM #* 🛵　　xii.　 ` .　☆ﾐ　 LEANIN’ ON YOUR VESPA ‚ DIRTY LITTLE WHISPERS　 ́ -　　ヽ　　asks .#* 🛵　　i.　 ` .　☆ﾐ　 CHAMPION COMING THROUGH !　 ́ -　　ヽ　　ic .#i swear this blog runs off of askz and askz exclusively

1 note · View note

decendingfromgrace · 4 years

Note

Hello I really love your stories and wanted to write a scenario request for Bakugou x innocent reader. Basically Bakugou takes the reader to a love hotel. she is very confused when Bakugou starts undressing himself in front of her. Soon she figures out what Bakugou wants to do with her. But is still confused until Bakugou starts doing it with her. Thanks if you write this! ❤️❤️❤️

Hey anon! Thanks for the request! I have been so busy lately that writting this really made me break away and relax, so thank you! I kinda got carried away with my descriptions, since I haven’t written in a little bit, so it’s kinda long, but I hope you like it!

Warning: 18+, alcohol

It was a strange set of sercomstances that lead you to this current event, Bakugou, your dearly loved boyfriend was practically burning with the deep blush on his face as he messily registered you both into a hotel room.

The date had gone well so far, you’re busy lives of pro hero work had kept you apart for so long that nothing extreme was planned for this evening. A long stroll around town, ogling the odd stops and then dinent at one of your shared favorite restaurants with Bakugou. Things were going swell, untill Bakugou started drinking. Bakugou could hold his beer, quite well in fact, yet once two drinks turned to five with the company of a few shots, Bakugou’s face flushed and his words slurred, he was drunk and when Bakugou is drunk he gets horny.

“Hey! Lemme kiss you idiot” The blond slurred while he feebily tried to pull you to his chest. You had previously pried his teeth away from your lips when he tried to kiss you, only to then bite your lips and violently suck. You were in public, the middle of a packed restaurant while your boyfriend gripped your ass and tried again to kiss you. You had been together for two years, and neither one of you had instigated any intimate touch, except for kisses, so this new found desire dilating his cherry pupils shocked you. The pit of your stomach grew warmer, your face hotter, while you began to avert your gaze from Bakugou. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be intimate, the opportunity never arose and your own in experience always made you shy. Yet Bakugou’s intoxication was a force of nature and combine that with his own personality made for a unstoppable force.

So when the hero roughly grabbed your hand, concealing it in his larger palm, and practically towed you into the front door of a neon illuminated love hotel, you were effectively confused and nervous.

The room itself wasn’t exactly five star, the wall of mirrors reflected your two phisques, both of your faces were bright red, Bakugou’s from intoxication and desire, and yours from pure embarrassment.

“Katsuki, what-what are we doing here?” Your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you bite down on it, his cherry gaze blinked before sweeping the area as tough searching for somthing. His eyes squinted in the dim light before snickering.

“You looked so amazing today, you know that? Danm, im hella lucky.” You giggled at his praise as one of his muscular arms encircled your waist, tugging you towards the edge of the bed, the mirror reflected both sets of movements and Bakugou sat down with her hesitantly standing between his knees.

“Thanks hun, but why did we come here? My house isn’t that far and-“ His kiss was deep, passionate and slightly messy, but it shut you up. His signature grin came over his face as he peppered kisses along your jaw, untill dipping lower to kiss your neck and caress your sides. Your breath hitched, coming out in pants when he lightly bit into your pulse.

“I want you,y/n. I know we haven’t done it before yeah, but dammit you just feel so good.” “It”? You were confused, the idea a foreign concept as his hands seemed to heat the places they touched. Your body was tense, rigid with the inability to move as Bakugou tipped your head slightly back with a kiss to the underside of your chin.

“It? Katsuki what-“ When his cherry eyes locked with yours, a silent emotion passed through the two of you, one that conveyed trust and admiration. His hands cupped your jaw, his forehead touched yours in a silent affirmation that things would be alright.

“Just relax, I’ll take care of you, got it? All you need to do is lay back.” You meekly nodded, the mattress dipped as you crawled to lay down, Bakugou taking a moment to rid himself of his shirt and pants before making him self comfortable on his knees, your legs held in his grasp. His kisses seemed more passionate as they trailed down your legs, he wasn’t rough, he was trying his best to keep himself at bay. Your dress had already fallen to expose your panties, but Katsuki never made a move to rip them away or tug them down. He continued to leave his kisses along your legs untill finally, after worshiping your inner thighs, he came down to kiss the space right below your tummy.

“You’re so beautiful, you know?” Your nerves were sending mixed signals. His words ignited a heat in your belly, but your mind was racing with aprehensive thoughts that couldn’t quite grasp what he was doing. He seemed to be in his own realm as Bakugou propped one leg over his shoulder and sank down to lightly begin kissing your clit.

You jolted, the sudden indescribable feeling began to add more heat to your face and neck, the way his cherry colored eyes look up at you from between your thighs made you turn away.

“Look at me, dumbass. I wanna see those eyes while I make you cum, so relax and let me taste you.” You shuddered when his tongue began to lap at your folds, his lips alternating with his tongue to suck lightly on your clit. The sensation scent your jaw slack as you began to draw in breath you forgot you were holding. The pleasure was new, a touch besides your own down at your core was strange, but not I welcomed especially when Bakugou’s touch scent a wave of warmth and pleasure throughout your body. On instinct, or a subconscious want to, your hands went to thread your fingers through his wheat colored locks. He involuntary growled against your clit, the vibrations making you choke out his name.

“That’s it baby.” Then Bakugou added fingers, and your sudden embarrassment ceased to be. Your eyes were staring into his cherry ones, his pupils were blown as his fingers gently coated themselves in your essence before entering you. Immediately, your walls contracted around his digits and you moaned, unafraid of anyone else hearing you. A sudden tightness began to form in your core, it felt intense but incredible as Bakugou dipped lower to allow his tongue to lick your entrance as his thumb circled your clit with more vigor. He sensed the way your legs shook, your walls becoming tight, and his eyes drank in your slack mouth and hazy eyes. His fingers honed in on the spot that made your eyes roll back, while his thumb and tongue began to stimulate your clit more.

Your climax hit hard, your thighs accidentally clamping down on the sides of his head as he groaned from the feeling of your slick coating his tongue while your walls pulsed around his fingers. He pulled away, his breath shallow and ragged as he quickly kissed you with fervor. Your taste was added to the kiss, but you didn’t seem to notice as your body arched up to his, Bakugou’s body came down to press against yours but his weight was mainly on the two arms he had by your head.

You had half the mind to watch his hand quickly move to slip your dress off you, your bra soon followed as your nipples hardened at the heat his body gave off. His hands roamed across your exposed chest while his hips rolled against yours, his erection promenant as it brushed against your thigh.

“Can we go further?” It was barly above a hairs whisper, but Bakugou muttered it into the skin of your breast as his hand massaged the other. Your hands trailed down his back, lightly scratching his skin and making him grunt. You hesitated, but in the moment his eyes met yours, that deep red shade held such love and care that you simply nodded in awe. He freed his cock from his boxers, the head leaking with shining pre cum he stroked over her length. He bright your legs up to slip around his waste before gently, and slowly guided himself to be inside you. The stretch was new and slightly painful, but he soothed your pain by running his hands over your sides and kissing you once more.

“You’re so tight baby, so perfect.” Your body tensed again, hands coming to grip his shoulders as he cooed praises into your ear, while he slowly eased the rest of himself in. He gave a moment, though the urge to move was strong, but after a moment of encouragement and sweet nothings, you relaxed. The pain subsided and the need for him to move was the only thought exploding into your mind.

“I’m gonna start moving.” His usual rough and loud voice was soft and husky in your ear, his caresses on your sides as his hips pulled his cock out of you made that euphoria feeling surge back through your body. Bakugou was slow in his movements, but each thrust hit deeply and it made your eyes blurr for a fraction as he planted his forehead against yours. His name fled your lips like a chant as your name left his jaws, his teeth clenched when your walls clenched around him, but he never moved faster and that began to make you desperate.

“Katsuki, move faster.” Your voice was breathy and practically a whisper, but he heard you and his hips picked up speed. The sudden temp change made you whine and your hips arch, Bakugou growled before harshly sucking on your neck, the bruises he’d leave would remind anyone who you were with.

That coil of burning heat came back twice as fast as before, each movement of Bakugou’s thick cock inside of you made you tremble and moan, his groans filling your ear and you subconsciously began meeting his hips with yours. Your walls were so tight around Bakugou’s cock that he found himself unable to last, but your climax erupted before his mind could comprehend and his own end come shortly after yours.

Your body trembled in the after glow, and Bakugou’s breath shook his chest as he breathed, your bodies were stuck together with sweat and the room became cold compared to your body heat, but you didn’t care. The embrace you shared with the ash blond hero was tight and never broken, your and his words of love filled the are in soft mumbles and you reveled in this man before you whom you crashed so deeply in love for.

#bakugou x reader #smut #request #bakugou #sorry if this was long but it felt so great to write again #my work #inncont reader gets sweet Bakugou #fluff #this was so fun i want more requests #anon ask

9 notes · View notes

depressedkakashihatake · 4 years

Note

I like thinking about a Merfolk!AU, with one of the two being a merman and being captured and the other, a human, hearing rumors about it and not believing it at first 'cuz, ya know, mermaid don't really exist. But then the human finds out that it is indeed a real thing and finding it bad 'cuz merfolks belongs to the sea and not on land where they would definitely be sold to some rich as*hole and decide to free the merman

Kakashi the merman sitting angrily in a stupid tank that was made fo him. Barly big enough for him to swim around in and ugly af. They have fake seaweed and everything and he hates it.

He wants to get out and get back to the ocean, but he already knows that it's too far away. The transport they're moving in has been going for a while and he can't smell any other water but the tank he is in, and it's full of gross water from the human's tap.

He hides away in a corner whenever someone comes in, ignoring his captures demmands that he show himself. He has no interest in helping them get the fame and fortune they so desire, espeshally since their 'hello' was a tranq dart to the neck.

Kakashi did not appreciate that.

He's still hiding tmin the corner of his stupid tank from the last visitor when a piece of metal moves on the roof over top of him, allowing a large mascular man to drop down in front of him.

He stays still. No human can convince him to come out. He's not going to play 'show the merman off' or whatever it is they want.

"Hello," the man's voice is soft, almost calming. Kakashi has to fight not to let his guard down "i know you have no reason to trust me, but i'm here to help."

"Help," Kakashi huffed angrily "human's only help themselves."

"That's true for most," a soft smile pulls at his lips now, and Kakashi curls further into his corner "but i promise i'm not here for myself. I want to get you home to the ocean."

Kakashi raised an eyebrow "why should i belive you?" He demmands "what do you have to gain from helping me?"

"Nothing," the guy shrugs his shoulders "but it's the right thing to do. I know it is."

Examining the man, kakashi slowly leaves his corner and swims forward. Just close enough so that he can see the inruders face and they can see his.

"Wow..." the human gasps, wincing when Kakashi slaps a hand over his face "oh...sorry i didn't mean..."

"Can you 'help' by handing me that?" He points over at the table where he had seen his mask. He hated that they had taken it off while he was unconcious, but human's didn't care aboht boundried.

"Of, ok." The man made his way over to the table and picked the mask up carefully "i didn't think mermaids wore masks."

"Merman," Kakashi corrected with a hint if annoyance "and i do."

He watched as the man made his way back over to hi. And held out the mask, smiling when Kakashi surfaced from the water and reached out to take it and place it back over his face.

"So..." he stopped, unsure of what to say next

"Our tank isn't much bigger, the man admits sadly "but we'll be at the ocean in a few hours. I'm sure you'll have a lot more room there."

Thinking aboht it, Kakashi nodded "ok" he agreed "better than hanging out here with old man grump"

"Glad you agree," kakashi huffed when the man reached out his arms "it won't be long, i promise."

Sighing in defeat he reached out and wrapped his arms around the man's neck, allowing him to reach into the tank and carefully wrap his arms around his lower half so that he could.lift him out.

"So..." he buried his face into the strangers chest, embaressed to find himself in this situation "do you have a name?"

"Gai," another bright smile "might gai"

"Well, thank you Might Gai," Kakashi whispered "i appreciate the help"

#Kakagai #merman au #Mermaid au

9 notes · View notes

cloudycrystalkpop · 5 years

Text

L.U.C.K.Y. | Undertow

pairing: Suho x doctor! reader

summery: L.U.C.K.Y. au | you had worked hard for your position. yet, even with your stiff back and professional attitude, he had somehow found his way into your dreams. he was perfect, beautiful. maybe, in another life, things could be different.

warnings: glasses wearing female reader

words: 1.4k

noting the emptiness of Doctor X’s desk, you decided to leave the notes Doctor B. had given you on top for X. to find later. you sighed, making your way to Dr. C’s desk instead. you were not thrilled at Dr. B. expecting you to do his work.

regardless, you finally passed by Dr. C’s desk, where she sat, hunched over and typing quickly.

“excuse me,” you cleared your throat. the young woman jumped, but quickly turned and offer you a smile.

“oh! hello, i’m sorry i didn’t see you.” her voice was friendly, atho a little nervous.

“hello. Dr. B. requested i bring you this.” you handed her the paper. she took it from you with thanks, glancing over it. “i already left the other copy on Dr. X’s desk.”

“oh, lovely! thank you so much, you didn’t have to but i do appreciate you saving me the trip.” her friendly smile and thankful words were unsupring from the young woman. you simply nodded to her politely.

“it wasn’t any trouble. you’re welcome.” you smiled politely, before turning and taking your leave.

you had an evening check with Subject 01, and then you were cleared to head home for the day. out of the other doctors, both of your subjects were rather tame. 94 could be difficult if he’s provoked, but since you became his doctor his temperament has become rather mellow.

you adjusted your glasses, before entering 01′s cell. he sat on his bed, brows furrowed as he concentrated, the sounds of the pencil lead on the page of his small journal filling the room.

you cleaned your throat, and his head rose.

“good evening Doctor.” 01 smiled kindly, setting down his pencil.

“yes, hello. let’s begin hm.” you set down your tablet, pulling up your notes and rolling up your sleeves.

Subject 01 was smart. he was clever, charming when he wanted to be. and... you’d be lying to say he wasn’t handsome. you were of course, a professional. you had no room to let your fingers linger on his smooth skin, to let your eyes wander over his face.

you scolded yourself horribly when you let your hands linger when checking his heartbeat. your stethoscope pressed to his bare chest, his shirt hiked up just a bit more than you needed. he was just, he was beautiful.

“everything alright miss?” 01′s voice pulled you from your thoughts. “you’re even quieter than usual.” his voice was kind as he watched you typing your notes.

“yes, you don’t need to worry. all your stats are normal.” you replied.

“miss, i mean, are you alright?” 01′s kind eyes meet yours as you look up to find him beside you. startled by his close proximity, you flinch away. his smile wavers, holding his hands out. “i’m sorry.”

“no, it’s okay you just,” you shake your head, pushing your glasses back into place. “you just surprised me.” you tucked a bit of your hair behind your ear, and turned back to your tablet.

“what is it that has you so on edge?” 01 asked. he moved to inch closer again, but the chain around his ankle pulled him back. you gaze dropped back to your feet.

“...a Subject was terminated today, and i can’t seem to find anyone who knows why.” you finally answered.

“terminated,” he repeated, a look of horror on his face. “who?”

“subject 10. he was Doctor X’s subject.” you replied. you knew you probably shouldn’t be telling him this but, you had such a hard time keeping things from him. from that beautiful smile. how his hair would fall in his face, the gentleness of his fingers.

01 sighs, gently pushing some of his hair out of his eyes. “they might... they might not have a reason.” he muttered.

“that’s ridiculous. i’m sure it’s just classified information.” you brushed off. “i may ask Dr. X. if they have the information from an autopsy tomorrow.” you felt a sting of guilt as 01 flintched when you talked about performing an autopsy on subject 10.

he looked down sadly, shaking his head for a moment before speaking. “i shouldn’t be surprised. you and the other doctors, you only see us as ‘your subjects’.”

you bit your lip at his words. sometimes, you wished that were true. wished you didn’t see his face in your dreams. wished he was normal, a normal person you could have met. someone you could see outside of this place. someone whose skin you could touch without feeling like you were a traitor. someone who... you didn’t have to keep cannibalizing your emotions for.

“i’m sorry.” that was all you could bring yourself to say.

“what are you apologizing for?” 01′s fingers were gentle as he lifted your chin. you felt your breath catch as your eyes met his. you jumped as there was a horrible screeching sound and the lights went out.

in your surprise, you press yourself right into his arms, he tightened them around you, petting your hair as you calmed down. the room was nearly pitch black, and you couldn’t hear anything beyond the pair of you breathing.

“what was-” your voice was cut off by a pair of lips on yours. you were stunned into stiffness at first, but when you tried to move to pull away, your body would not obey you.

his lips were soft, his hands gentle as one cradled your head, the other pressing on your back, pulling you closer to him. he was warm, he smelled like the ocean breeze. and you nearly lost yourself in the feeling of his tongue playing with yours.

that was, until you realized you were the one moving. your head moved to follow him, your body leaning to follow his, but you were not the one controlling it.

you were so caught up in kissing him, something you had been wanting to do for ages, you were barly aware you hadn’t done it. you body, quite literally, moved without your permission. it felt fluid, natural, but your mind was screaming that this wasn’t you. you weren’t doing this. you felt when your hand slipped beneath his shirt, you felt the warm skin under your palms. but you hadn’t moved it.

a sense of panic began to set it. you we’re not in control of yourself. who was controlling you? who’s puppet were you? it wasn’t until he broke away from your lips, and air rushed back into your lungs, that the possibility dawned on you.

“i hope you will forgive me, but i knew you wouldn’t do it on your own.” his voice was nearly a whisper, his breath soft on your face. in a rush your control came flooding back and you stumbled away from him.

“what- how did you-” you mind still wheeled with panic; he must have done something. controlled you some how. he just smiled softly at you, taking a few steps back in the darkness.

“the human body is 60% water you know.” you had never heard his voice purr in such a way. “you needn’t be frightened miss. i have no reason to hurt you.”

“this- but how can- did you manipulate-” your reeling mind was cut off again.

“how about a deal. i will continue to demonstrate this ability in tests for you to document.” 01 began, you heard him shuffle back to sit on his bed. “and in return, you stay at my doctor.”

it took you a moment to process his words. with the darkness in the room you can assume the power was cut off, meaning the camera’s are out. so there was no evidence of this instance. if you explain what happened, that subject 01 kissed you, you would be at the least removed as his doctor, and at the worst, removed from L.U.C.K.Y. all together.

but if you stayed. you investigated his new ability to control people, you would be greatly praised by your superiors. but, what did he get out of this. protection. if he can control you once, you were sure he could do it again.

even still, you can’t help the lingering memory of his lips on yours. the taste of him. his skin under your hands. you ached to feel it again, to feel him.

“you have a deal.” you jumped again as the lights flashed back on, squinting at the sudden brightness. but you could see enough to see the pleased smile on subject 01′s face.

#l.u.c.k.y. au #lucky one au #exo #suho #Kim Junmyeon #exo au #suho au #junmyeon au #exo x reader #suho x reader #junmyeon x reader #doctor s #exo drabble #suho drabble #junmyeon drabble #exo scenarios #suho scenarios #junmyeon scenarios

64 notes · View notes

theboyz-engup · 5 years

Text

To All The Boyz I’ve Loved Before; Letter Three

Summary-

It was wonderful what a few little letters could do; they could make or break a friendship, cause someone to laugh or smile, make someone remember the time of their life or that moment they wanted to forget. Just some words on paper and poof, everyone knew the way your heart beat and workings of your brain. High school really did wonders on you, as did those twelve boys. Maybe they didn’t know it, but they changed your whole life with each smile, each wave, and each word you typed into paper. You made them permanent, and now they had to know why.

Word Count- 9.0k

Previous Letter - Next Letter

Coming home from the trip to Younghoon’s was stressful and all Jacob really wanted to do for a bit was sit down and relax. He climbed up the familiar steps to his room, giving his mum a kiss on the cheek as he passed her in the kitchen.

“Have a fun time, dear?”

All he did was make a sound and retreat further into his house until he got to his bed. Lying down, he picked up the guitar that rested against his bed frame and began to strum lightly. The weight of it on his chest was something so familiar and sweet, his eyes closing as he started his song. He loved the way his guitar felt in his hands, where he could create a world of notes and music and happiness- all done by his own hands. Slowly and quietly, he filled his room with an idea of love he’d strung up in his head for a moment and hummed along to the rhythm.

That’s actually not that bad, he thought to himself, wondering where he put his notebook to write down the notes. It sounded better out loud than it did in his head and he was rather surprised. Reaching around above his head, he couldn’t feel his leather-bound book and huffed. Guitar to his side, he shifted upwards only to hear paper crumpling and stopping. Lifting his bottom up slightly, he felt around underneath him until he felt his hands enclose around a paper package.

“What the heck is this?” he mumbled to himself, sitting up and really focusing in on the envelope he had in hand.

“Oh, Jacob, honey?” His mum’s voice trailed up the stairs and through the door easily, years of practice making her just loud enough to be heard. “I left you some mail in your room, have you got it?”

“Yes! Thank you!”

Jacob looked down at the paper again, perplexed. He felt like he’d seen something exactly like this recently but he couldn’t place where. Granted, there weren’t many people with a typewriter, but this felt like something he knew. Turning the envelope from the closing to the front where his address was written, he found himself confused.

“It’s from y/n, dear.” His mother’s voice was closer now, a knock at the door coming before she walked in anyways- she never waited for an okay. A cup of tea was in her hand to bring to him. “What d’you reckon she wants?”

Jacob could only shrug his shoulders but he worked at the opening nonetheless. “Want to read it with me?”

His mum gasped dramatically, free hand over her heart as the other thrust the mug into her hand. “I thought you’d never as- oh wait! Let me get my tea from downstairs!”

As she hustled away, she called, “don’t start without me!”

“Okay, mum,” Jacob said, not sure if she heard him but opening the letter nonetheless. He was excited to see what you had to say. You two hadn’t spoken in a while and, though this was unconventional, Jacob knew you were rather old-fashioned. It was nice to see you pop up every once in a while, even if it was in a cute little letter.

Mid-March, 2015

It was spring break, which meant a whole week off school and all the best things in the world. You guessed that your parents felt bad for something (quite possibly denying you a trip to your old town to see Eric) but they were being a lot more lenient than usual; you were allowed to go to the local shops with Amalia and the rest of your friend group, which had grown significantly over the past few months. Sunwoo decided to join, sitting down with you and the friend, Jace, you’d overheard him arguing with. Then, Amalia seemed to materialize Hyunjoon out of nowhere and he suddenly joined as well. The cherry on top was Shankeri, the shy girl whose calm demeanour definitely added a sense of sanity to the group. You were a proper group, straight from a 90’s sitcom, though all of you found the idea of dating each other entirely repulsive.

After much discussion, the six of you planned a sleepover for the break as a bit of a release. It was dangerous but you’d been scheming for nearly a month now, working out all the details and all the information you’d tell your parents. You were sure it’d work, especially since Amalia’s parents were just about the most laid back people you ever knew. Your parents would die at the idea of that kind of sleepover so you would just casually leave boys out of the picture. It was perfect and really, it all worked out in the end. Just as you were finishing up packing your bags that Saturday afternoon, you got called down by your parents.

Praying you could stay cool for just the last few minutes of interrogation, you clambered down the stairs, passing your brother and his friend, Juyeon, on the way up.

“Hey, y/n,” Juyeon smiled while Haymond kept his head down, careful with how he was stepping. He had a cyst in his knee and it popped, causing his kneecap to dislocate. Now, he was overly careful about how he walked, especially around stairs.

“Mom and dad have something to tell you,” he said offhanded, clearly not really caring for the information. He was really focused on not falling, though the words did give you a bit of a fright.

As you walked down on shaky legs now, worry settling into your bones, Haymond mentioned one more thing. “On your way back, can you get me some tea?”

“No,” you said back instantly, not even thinking about it. Your brother tossed a ball in your general direction, one meant for your dog, Barly, who was outside on the porch. It narrowly missed your head. Chuckling a bit, you watched them disappear as you rounded the corner off the stairs and into the kitchen.

Your mother was elbow deep in dough, for what you didn’t know. She was always baking when she was stressed out but then she’d chide if you ate too much of her baked goods because it would cause weight gain. On the other hand, if nobody ate her pastries and cakes and whatever else she would concoct, she’d complain that she wasted her money and everyone’s always making her throw out food. It was very give and take, though you never told her anything when she was this focused on baking.

Your father was by her side, pouring in flour as slow as he could without making a mess. He said he loved to help out with this but mostly, you thought he didn’t want to make Mum more upset by not helping out.

“Ah, y/n,” your dad called, noticing you first and waving you over, murmuring, “quickly, quickly.”

Taking his place with the flour, he asked your mother what else she needed and ran about grabbing vanilla, a few more eggs, and other spices. Your mother had flour streaked across her forehead, which you tried to rub off but she just gave you a stern look. Oh god, I’m really in for it now, you thought, biting the inner part of your lip.

“S-so what are you baking?” you asked, trying to be inconspicuous. If you didn’t give them any reason to worry or question you then you would slide right through the next few moments and it’d be smooth sailing from then.

“Cake.” The response was short but was then followed quickly by, “we’re having the Baes over for dinner again and I want to keep making a good impression.”

“Oh.” You couldn’t think of anything to say, really. In the past, most guests were people you’d seen from birth. Family friends, or parents of your own friends. Your parents loved having the Sohns over, Eric’s mother being lively and full of high spirits all the time. It was no wonder her children turned out the same.

Thinking back on it gave you a frown. Deeply, you missed your old friends and gatherings. They held something special and were painted in that beautiful periwinkle that all childhoods are usually coated with. Your mother, noticing your silence, only gave you a little nudge with her shoulder and tried to be kind with her voice.

“I’m doing it to be nice. They invited us over and it’s about time we returned the favour. If we’re to be living here, we need to make friends. Just like you are, yeah?”

You only nodded, not looking her in the eye like she wanted. With a click of her tongue, she took her hands out of the dough and wrapped her arms around you as best as she could without getting you dirty.

“I know you miss everyone but it’ll get easier with time,” she cooed, somehow managing to be comforting despite the awkward position her elbows were in as they pressed into your back, “I promise. Everything will work out.”

Giving another nod, you hugged your mother back. Your father, who hadn’t said a word and was watching the situation suddenly barged in, arms enveloping the two of you as best as he could. He was what most people called soft, especially for moments like these. Though, you supposed neither one of you was particularly good with words. After a brief moment, you all disbanded and returned to your tasks until everything was all done.

“Okay, okay, now go get ready for Amalia’s house. Dad will drive you if you w-”

“No, that’s okay!” The interruption was suspicious indeed. You hardly ever turned down a drive but you blamed it on the nice weather that was really very uncommon for this time of year.

Laughing nervously as you backed away from the kitchen, sticking your slightly floured hands in your overall pockets, you covered with, “it’s really nice out so I think I’ll just walk. All the ice has melted so you don’t have to worry about me being dumb like Haymond.”

Your father chuckled at the joke but your mother gave you a stern look and your smile was wiped right off. Though, she seemed reluctant to let you go.

“It would give me enough time to shave,” your father mumbled, seeing how much you really wanted to take this walk. Maybe he thought it was for exercise. Whatever the reason was that he was backing you up, you were grateful. Both parents let it slide, though explicitly saying they were going to pick you up if Amalia’s parents wouldn’t drive you home.

Not forgetting to get your brother tea, you quickly poured some in two cups and brought them to his door. Knocking at the door, you placed the cups on the floor and retreated to your room. You didn’t like to wait around for the thank you that would come from your brother. It seemed too sappy and too sweet for little things, so you would always disappear after some act of kindness.

After you finished grabbing your clothes, toiletries, shoes, and your sweater, all of which were double checked by your mum, you stood at the door as she fussed and repeated her rules. They went in one ear and out the other, each repeat making the words stick less than they did before. You already knew not to do anything stupid, to keep your head on your shoulders, blah blah. You were just itching to go and there Juyeon and Haymond were to the rescue. They clambered down the stairs, talking about how good the cake smelled. Mum fussed after them too, giving you a kiss goodbye quickly before following them. She waved the spatula at them menacingly, warning them not to touch anything before dinner.

You waved at your dad who was at the top of the stairs, shaving cream half on his face and towel around his neck. Haymond would message you goodnight, you were sure, and so the anticipation wavered. You couldn’t wait to be out the door, shoving your boots on and fixing your thickest jumper over your head. With a swing of the door, you were released.

Except there stood the Baes, Mrs. Bae stood with a baking tin in her hands while Jacob’s hand reached to press the doorbell. The second his eyes met with yours, there was a smile on his face. He caused your heart to race.

“Hey, y/n,” he chimed, hand pulling back from the door, “did you hear us coming?”

“N-no, not really,” you admitted, getting tongue-tied so easily. Not knowing what really to say, your mother’s voice saved you as she called Mrs. Bae’s name and they were allowed in. The rest of the family filtered past you, Jeff the second one in as he gave you a smile and patted your head. His arm of tattoos grew from the last dinner you had and you were upset you couldn’t ask about his new instalments.

“Going somewhere?” Jacob asked, waiting just inside the doorway. You were halfway out and he was halfway in, hands in his pocket and back comfortably pressed back. He was only wearing a grey sweater, white shirt poking out from underneath, and a pair of jeans but he looked so inviting.

Pushing down the part of you that just wished to get a hug from him, you nodded. Fingers through the loops of your backpack straps, you said, “I’m going to my friend’s for a sleepover.”

He lowered his voice to a whisper, leaning down lightly to joke, “you’re leaving me alone here? Tonight’s gonna suck.”

The two of you shared a laugh, despite you coming up with so many other reasons why he would enjoy himself. Him and Haymond were rather chatty, the two of you hardly talking last time except for the logistics of the guitar.

“Jacob!”

The look on his face was overly dramatic at the calling of his name. He looked like he was getting pulled in by an invisible rope, though he was smiling the whole way through.

“Save me,” he whispered, walking backwards a bit before giving you a wave,

“Next time,” you promised, waving back. Then, you were truly free.

Your dog, which had been having quite a fun time alone in your yard had wandered over to play with the neighbour’s dog. At this point in the year, you’d learnt to stop apologizing for that. Jaehyun loved having more pets over at his house, laughing as he got chased by them and eventually caught. You exchanged awkward smiles as you walked past, deciding that was enough with acquaintances for the day. You were ready to have fun with some real friends, your smile growing with every step until you got to Amalia’s house. She opened the door in the most Amalia way.

“Demon,” she crooned, giving you a hug.

You grinned, embracing her back. Tonight was going to be a good night.

I think you remember that night well enough. You mentioned that dinner was rather stale without me, saying my parents relied on Haymond for conversation topics. That’s very clearly never a good idea but I respect the fact that they tried- and also that you stuck through it. After that dinner, my parents sung your praises in every way they could. They kept pressing me to ask about you or talk about you. Most embarrassingly, they kept saying I should find a nice boy like you to settle down with. In a way, they kind of planted that seed of thought and I, stupidly enough, let it grow.

They texted me that night saying I really missed out on a nice dinner- one that felt like the old ones we used to have with Eric back before we moved. Only, I didn’t feel like I was missing out until the next day when I first heard you sing.

It really came as no surprise that Sunday mornings meant church to most families. Amalia broke the news to everyone last night before going to bed, saying that the cost of sleeping over on Saturdays meant coming to church the next morning. She seemed worried, picking at her nails and trying very hard to convince everyone it wasn’t weird and she wasn’t trying to convert anyone, though no one really cared. Sunwoo was the first to laugh, telling her to relax.

“It’s not a cult meeting, it’s just church,” he chuckled, lying back in his sleeping bag beside you, “now can we just go to sleep already?”

The whole night and morning, Amalia looked genuinely worried. She even said that nobody had to go if they didn’t want to, that her parents wouldn’t mind but this time Hyunjoon came to save the day. The way he placed his hands on her shoulders instantly relaxed her, making her take her thumb nail from her teeth as he murmured that it didn’t matter. Shankeri couldn’t help but agree.

“We’re all fine, it’s no big deal. Sunday’s a free day anyways, right, Jace?”

He wasn’t paying much attention at all.

So, you all went to church. It was exciting, you couldn’t lie. Your parents weren’t necessarily religious but that didn’t mean you weren’t interested in it at all. You would spend time reading into different religions, wondering about so many customs and respectfully trying to ask people about the traditions and cultures of their religions. Though, you hadn’t really been in contact with all too many different cultures, you thought this was going to be a nice experience. The youth even had their own individual pastor, which Amalia’s mum told everyone excitedly as she drove the whole packed car down.

“Everyone all right?” she asked as six children clambered out of her car, her husband and Amalia’s sister parked right beside. She looked over, counted heads, then smiled. “Inside we go then!”

There weren’t many words you had since you were just watching everyone gather. It seemed warm, the way people smiled and greeted each other. You figured it was like a community within a community, and Amalia even had different friends here. People from the other side of town were also here, meaning you could meet the people Amalia raged about all the time. For the second time that weekend, your heart beat with a bit of ice running through your veins. You didn’t know when, if ever, you’d be able to do this with your old friends. Did they even remember you?

Sitting down in the pews, you weren’t sure what to expect. You’d never done this before and you didn’t know how to act. You were really worried and you supposed that was why a familiar face made you feel so at ease. Watching Jacob get up and sit in the few rows where you supposed the musicians sat, in front of everyone, you begged for him to see you. Hell, you practically burned holes into his skin until he looked up at you as he was tuning. He immediately went from focused to bright, parted lips turning into a widened smile that stretched over his teeth. He only lifted his hand from his guitar to say hello before going back to his work. You did the same, though you doubted he saw.

“You know that guy?” Sunwoo asked, eyes looking from you to Jacob. You shrugged.

“We’re kind of family friends I think?”

Sunwoo made some sort of noise to let you know he heard you before straightening in his seat. His hood was still over his head as a very young priest walked in, clearing his throat in his fist nervously. You clicked your tongue as you grabbed at his hood and tugged it down, hissingly chiding, “why haven’t you taken this off?”

His hands only worked to make his hair look presentable, grumbling, “okay, mom.”

You narrowed your eyes at each other before deciding to drop it and focus on what was happening. It sure was an experience and it was rather positive. There was discussion and discourse. The priest even took opinions from the people in the crowd, which you didn’t know would happen. Though, the most memorable part was hearing Jacob sing. He spoke about it, mentioning that he did it in passing to make sure his guitar skills didn’t go to waste. Except he didn’t tell you he was that good, though a part of you was glad for the surprise. You supposed it added to the way your heart glittered with every note he sang. If you knew, it wouldn’t have been as special.

Amalia anxiously turned around in her seat to ask you how you thought it went, looking genuinely concerned and worried just like you knew she’d be. You and the gang tried your hardest to console her but you were rather distracted noticing Jacob. His hands were once again in his pocket, Sunday’s best suiting him well. His blue slacks were well fitted, white long-sleeved shirt loose fitting and tucked in. The jacket he had on top was left on his chair next to his guitar.

“What are you doing here? Is the rest of your family here?” He looked over your head for a few moments, probably for Haymond, before his eyes rested on yours. They were such a sweet brown, like chocolate melted in swirls of honey. Amalia gaped at you.

“I came with my friends,” you explained, motioning to the drop-jawed girl shyly, “we had a sleepover so it was only fair to come.”

“All of you?” Jacob’s eyes scanned the group, looking surprised before smiling brightly again. “Did you enjoy at least?”

There were some murmurs of agreement. Sunwoo hardly looked too impressed but Hyunjoon and Jace covered it up well, being polite as always. Shankeri wouldn’t even look up at him, too embarrassed. Your hand on her back seemed to soothe her slightly as she just nodded.

“It’s really nice seeing new faces. It helps keep my playing skills in check,” Jacob continued, looking back at his guitar as he spoke.

“You’re always really good though,” Amalia helped, trying hard to make a good impression. Her back was straighter and she was brighter than before.

“Oh, th-thank you,” he stuttered, getting easily embarrassed at the compliment. The way redness showed on his skin made you melt and you thought that you could get used to seeing him like this.

“It’s really nothing but practice.”

“Are you thinking of going into music?” Sunwoo asked, which surprised you. He was usually not one for talking to people he didn’t know- or didn’t want to know.

“Oh god, not now,” Amalia whined, stopping him before he started talking about his rap skills and tugging him away. The two bickered to the side of you, Jacob turning and giving you a knowing look. Smiles tugged at both of your lips, your fingers entwined behind your back as you held back your laugh.

“Sorry about him, he’s an aspiring rapper and will ask literally anyone to look at his work.”

Jacob chuckled at this, skin beside his eyes wrinkling as he looked at Sunwoo then back to you. “You must be good friends then if you still talk to him after hearing him rap.”

You snorted. “You don’t even know the half of it.”

A little beat of silence jumped between you two before Jacob said, “well hey, you should stay for the potluck we have after. There’s going to be a garage sale and a few other fun things going on today. All proceeds go to a local youth shelter.”

With a frown, you hated to say, “I can’t. I’ve got to get home and do my homework before my family kills me.”

That only seemed to make him chuckle again, your joke not being taken seriously. All he did was shrug and say that you would have to catch it next time. You agreed wholeheartedly, hoping to see him around more often than not. As he was bidding you goodbye, your friends called you over to go. Amalia’s parents were going to stay so everyone would have to walk back together and they were just itching to go.

“They seem like they’re in a rush so I’ll see you later, y/n,” Jacob promised, letting it slip that he would be coming over for dinner again in a few weekends. You held onto his promise, waving goodbye before rushing to meet your friends with a silly smile on your face.

“You get so happy about the weirdest things,” Jace pointed out as Sunwoo poked your cheek. You only slapped his hand away, brushing off what Jace said without a second thought as you rushed up to grasp Amalia’s hand and hold it on the walk back to her house.

I know you didn’t mean to tell my family about the sleepover the following weekend. You only brought it up because I brought up the fact that you could sing and really, I dug myself a hole there. That isn’t your fault at all; but I appreciate you trying to cover up for me. That was an awkward dinner as well. I’m sorry for how many of those I put you through from there on out, stale responses coming from my parents when asked about seeing you perform again. It’s really a shame though, that I never got to go again to see you.

Maybe that’s why I took up guitar and approached you in school to ask if you would teach me. I think that was one of the bravest things I’ve done so far. I think Eric would be proud of me for it, and for keeping up with lessons and really trying. You really did me a favour too and showed me something else I love to do. Thank you for that too.

Early April, 2015

“I’m sorry again, y/n,” Jacob whispered, fixing the straps of his guitar case on his shoulders as he kicked off his shoes. He bent at the knees, crouching to not hit his guitar on anything as he straightened them and placed them on the mat.

You’d been on house arrest ever since your parents found out you had a sleepover with all those boys at Amalia’s house, and had your phone taken away as further punishment for not telling them. It was a fair punishment, you couldn’t lie, but that didn’t make you any less miserable. The only solace you had was going to school, where you could see your friends and complain, and then those few guitar lessons you’d picked up thanks to Jacob.

Shaking your head, you clicked your tongue, saying, “it’s really not your fault, you didn’t do it on purpose and you didn’t know. It’s my fault for lying to my parents.”

With a laugh, the brown haired boy fixed you with a curious look. “You’re the most responsible freshman I know.”

“i’m going into grade ten,” you mumbled, shy and caged into your sweater as you walked him into your living room. This was the only place your parents would let you have lessons, definitely not trusting you enough to let you into your bedroom alone. They didn’t doubt him at all, knowing how respectful he was, but you? There was no telling what other schemes you were up to.

Haymond was your supervisor but he was upstairs with Juyeon, playing video games and laughing. You doubted he even knew Jacob was over, hardly coming out of his room if your parents weren’t home. If he did, he was out of the house entirely, hanging out with friends and basking in the spring sun. With a bitter thought, you frowned at the thought of Haymond having this much fun and you hardly getting to talk to Amalia and the gang. You hadn’t face-timed Eric in a while either and it was giving you major withdrawals.

“I’m glad your parents at least let you play guitar,” Jacob said, taking the instrument from his back and placing the case on the floor beside your sofa. You sat down sheepishly beside him as he worked the glazed wood from its shelling and placed it under his arms. He strummed once or twice, nodding at the sound before handing it to you.

It was a little big but Jacob said you’d grow into it, getting used to the way it felt under your arms and pressing into the sensitive skin there. You weren’t so sure, but you were glad he let you his newer acoustic whenever he came over to teach. He plucked his older, worn one from its stand across the room and sat down.

“Alright, let’s start from the beginning then.”

Honestly, you weren’t sure any of what you were playing made sense or if it sounded right. He told you chords and your fingers fell in place but sometimes sound reverberated in ways you knew they shouldn’t and it caused your hands to sweat. Slowly, your fingers would slip and start to ache. It wasn’t like you knew exactly what you were doing or had much of an incline to music but you did want to learn. You wanted to make something pretty out of your own hands but it was proving harder and harder to do.

“No, you’ve got to make almost like a claw here,” Jacob directed, soft and entirely patient with you. He asked if he could touch your hand before reaching out and placing it exactly in place. “Now strum.”

The sound came out almost perfect, which caused big grins to appear on both of your faces. “See? You’re good, you just need some practice.”

Without noticing the time, you two spent time together sharing few words and exchanging music tunes as best as you could. As the sun was starting to go down, Jacob ended up lying on the floor as he stared at the ceiling, playing along to a song he’d taught you. You were supposed to do the basics and he was to do all the harder bits layered on top. You couldn’t look at him but you hoped he was smiling as you played, your fingers hardly missing a beat. When you strung your last chord, he lifted his head a bit and moved his hand to give you a thumbs up.

“Y/n, that was honestly amazing,” he praised, struggling a bit but bending successfully at the waist and sitting up straight, “like so much better than last time we practiced- even better than the last half hour.”

You couldn’t help the heat that forced its way to the top of your skin but the smile that stretched across your teeth was something uncontrollable. Jacob extended his hand and you pressed your palms against each others, sound ricocheting through your house.

“It’s all because I have this great teacher,” you said back, hoping he’d understand the sentiment behind it. Jacob whistled through his teeth, pushing his lips forwards and shaking his head.

“A teacher is nothing without his student, young padawan.” His fake formality brought a slight chuckle to both of your lips and then silence fell through. The air was heavy with everything you wanted to say to him as he looked at you for a brief moment before splitting the gaze and going to pack up.

“Wait,” you called, hoping it wouldn’t be too forwards. Jacob gave you a slight look, eyebrows raising. Sheepish again, you withdrew into yourself slightly and offered, “do you want to have some dinner or something before you leave?”

He thought on it for a moment before nodding. “Sure.”

There wasn’t always much to say when you two were together, your tongue getting tied around itself in ways you didn’t know it could. It was different having a crush on someone so close to you, someone so accessible who offered to do things for you like guitar lessons and covering up for your sleepovers next time. Someone so present in your life made your feelings grow like a flower in cultivated soil, where all the conditions were right. Every action made your heart swell. Every smile caused your heart to beat faster. Even as he reached to grab the pizza pocket from your hand and brushed his fingers against yours made shivers run up your spine.

Perhaps you were pining for someone unlikely but that didn’t stop you from imagining what it would be like to press your lips against his for a split second. Would you both be shy, three years from now when you had that first kiss? Your brain placed the two of you in a future where you danced around a kitchen of your own and you played guitar together more often than not. Him offering to wash the dishes didn’t particularly help, or how he cleaned up after himself.

“Mom says I get this from her but mostly, I just feel like it’s right I do it. I can’t be in someone’s house, make a mess, and then not fix it.”

He was wiping down the counters as you cleaned out the microwave and you nodded.

“Momma’s boy,” you managed to joke, shooting him a silly grin. He gaped at you, feigning surprise at your joke but laughing along anyways.

He was kind when he was with you, softer than what he was like around his friends. You wondered why he changed that way as you walked him to the front door, Haymond and Juyeon also making their way out the door.

“Where are you going?” you asked your brother, who didn’t respond. Juyeon, being just a bit more considerate, told you they were going to the local diner for dinner. You just nodded, knowing your parents would give Haymond hell for eating out when you were supposed to have dinner together. As Jacob put on his shoes, he kept quiet. The last thing he donned was his guitar, tightening the straps on his shoulders before giving everyone a smile.

“Thanks for coming,” you said, grinning brightly. Haymond poked into your cheek as you did so, walking past you with his shoes on to get something from his room.

Jacob watched you get annoyed, shooting daggers at your brother with your stare, and chuckled, saying, “it’s no problem. Keep practicing and you’ll get better than me.”

You only nodded, shy again as your eyes looked down to your feet. “I’ll still need a teacher though.”

“That’s why I’ll see you in two weeks, kiddo,” Jacob promised, eyes bright under the lights of the hallway. The nickname gave you a pang of hurt, a realization of the age difference and how he must have seen you. You were just a kid, three years younger than him and nothing more than a student. If you squinted really hard, maybe you could picture you two as having a sibling relationship in his head. Both situations made your heart grim.

With a wave, he was gone and walking down the street to his home. Juyeon looked after him, waiting for Haymond at the door since he had his shoes one. As you closed the door, Juyeon murmured, “you did sound really good.”

“I’m sorry?”

“Haymond made me stop playing music while we were playing games to listen to you guys,” Juyeon explained, giving you a nod as his hands fiddled with the keys in his hands, “you sounded really good.”

“O-oh,” was all you could think of saying, suddenly getting shy again. As you bid Juyeon goodbye, you began your walk up your stairs with a smile. Hardly believing Haymond had stopped playing music just for you, a little hop came up in your step. You couldn’t wait to tell Eric and Amalia all about it.

The end of the school year almost made you a stranger. I never saw you around school because you finished exams earlier than freshman did. When I did see you, you were preparing for university and moving to the capital city. To be honest, I was kind of jealous of you because I wanted to be doing all those things too. You, Younghoon, and Sangyeon would soon be leaving and suddenly, other people would be replacing you. It didn’t feel right and seeing that era end made me sad.

But I looked forwards to every weekend my parents told me you were coming over.

Mid-August 2015

It was one of the last dinners you and Jacob would be having together this year. Haymond, who had regained most of the strength in his legs over the summer, was back to teasing you as he ran down the stairs and out of your reach. You would jog down a few, threatening to catch him but he would just laugh and run through the front door. Barly followed, barking happily as your parents bummed around in the kitchen, waiting for your guests.

“Dad, if you could disown Haymond, I would be very grateful,” you called down the stairs, grumbling before walking back into your room to give yourself one last look over.

“No such luck this time,” your dad responded, joking, “maybe next time we take out the trash though.”

There was a light tapping sound, most likely from your mother smacking her hand against his shoulder but he just laughed that it was a good joke. Your mother wouldn’t agree and your ears tuned out of that conversation and into your own head. Music played lightly from your phone which rested on the nightstand between your bed and mirror. The setting sun in the back reflected off the glass and caused you to squint as you stared at your reflection. A mustard, loose blouse hung off your shoulders and capri jeans were snuggly fit on your body and, what you thought was cute, looked horrible to you now. All you wanted to do was hide under your bedsheets and pull the drapes shut, hiding from the whole world.

Caring this much about what someone else thought of you made you feel vain, like you were trying to gain the approval of someone else- trying to validate your existence in the eyes of someone else. It felt ridiculous and you hated every bit of it, even the bit that knew that wasn’t true. You didn’t want to feel validated, you just wanted him to pay attention to you because you were worth being paid attention to. At least, you hoped you were.

With a frown and despite the heat, you went to grab your hoodie from inside your closet but the racket of voices distracted you. Being pulled downstairs by the rope of your name, you were instantly in a flurry of hugs and cheek kisses and laughter as Jacob’s mother pressed on about how much taller you’d gotten since she last saw you two weeks ago and his grandfather tried to sneak you a lollipop as if it was supposed to make you happier. You lived through the niceties and the loudness, glad to see Jacob talking outside with Haymond and Jaehyun, who had grown into his role as semi-permanent dog-sitter for your family.

Jacob turned his head to the side for a moment, Jeff’s body blocking your view as he said hello politely and walked on through your home. When you met eyes again, he smiled widely and waved before turning back to his conversation.

Barly, who had been running around, came to sit by you as you took a seat on the porch, pretending to have something to do. Your phone was left upstairs stupidly so you just tried to wipe at the foldable seats with your hand. Barly kept looking up at you and then what you were doing, barking randomly as you shushed lightly.

“Please stop, Barly, I need to look casual,” you whispered, giving him a look but he just barked again.

“Look casual?” His voice stopped you from saying anything more, a bit of a laugh in it. “What are you doing, huh? Eavesdropping?”

“N-no!” you quickly tried to protest, turning to face Jaehyun, who had his hands pressed against the wall and his back against them. He had a dumb smile on his face.

“It’s okay, I’ll keep your secret, spy.” His gaze was elsewhere, on the scene unfolding before they landed on Barly, whose paws went right on his shirt. Jaehyun smiled wider, bringing his head down closer to get little kisses from your dog. His hands were now in Barly’s fur, rubbing circles behind his ear.

“What’s with you and dogs?” you couldn’t help but ask. Jaehyun’s one eye opened, focusing on you as best as he could as he turned his head.

“They’re my favourite animal,” he answered simply, pressing back, “what’s not with you and dogs?”

“Ha ha,” you deadpanned, looking back at Jacob and Haymond, who had somehow found a basketball and were paying around with it.

“You like him, don’t you?”

You blinked, returning your gaze to the wall but he wasn’t there anymore. He had slid to the floor, where Barly was lying on top of his legs. You could feel the heat that came up your skin from embarrassment, eyes not meeting his as you knelt to the floor to scratch at your pet as well.

“I’ll keep it a secret too,” he seemed to promise, though you weren’t quite sure why you’d trust him. After all, him and Jacob were close friends, you had no say in what he could or could not tell him.

“You shouldn’t make it too obvious though. Staring at people gets kind of weird, you know?”

“Thanks for the advice,” you mumbled, feeling more and more embarrassed as he spoke and not at all thankful. Your eyes met your dogs, whose tongue was seeping out of his mouth, which was in the biggest smile.

After a moment of thought, you brought yourself to say, “do you want to stay for dinner? You’re here anyways.”

His features softened and he nodded. “I’d like that a lot.”

Dinner passed by seamlessly. Everything was just the right speed, conversation flowing like a river passes over its known routes. The only little rocks were Jaehyun’s little jokes which didn’t seem to land with anyone else but you and Jacob, who made eye contact across the table. However, your mum didn’t seem too upset about your invitation, bringing it up as you brought the dishes over to the sink. She turned the tap on, running it so people couldn’t hear what she was saying.

“It’s nice that you invited Jaehyun over for dinner,” she began, bending to get the soap and gloves from under the sink. When you didn’t say anything in response, your mother felt the need to elaborate.

Her voice getting lower, she murmured, “it just must be hard seeing us having these parties all the time. I don’t know why I didn’t think of inviting him over earlier. His parents are always out of town and even kept him back from school a year. I imagine he must feel very alone. Why do you think he comes over to visit Barly all the t-”

“Mrs. y/l/n,” Jacob interrupted, bringing in the last of the dishes with a light smile, “if it’s okay with you, I’ll wash the dishes this time again.”

“O-oh no, you couldn’t possibly, it’s not right. You’re my guest,” your mother laughed nervously, obviously worried Jacob had heard what she was saying. You kept your eyes trained on the ground, hoping your mother hadn’t been rude and Jacob didn’t think you were gossiping.

“And as your guest, I have to do something for you. Especially after such a great dinner,” he continued, coming closer to you as he placed the plates beside the sink. His hand brushed against yours on the way and you had to ignore the way it caused your skin to tingle. Your mother was placed in a difficult situation, especially as Mrs. Bae came and dragged her away.

“You’d think after the last five times you’d stop resisting but no,” his mother hummed, shaking her head and continuing her little lecture. Most of it consisted of how she brought up Jacob to be respectful and it would mean the world to her if he could wash the dishes. You and Jacob were silent, the water running the only sound for a beat. You were looking at your nails, worried he might judge you before he striked a little conversation.

“How’s the guitar sounding? Are the lessons I recommended working?”

From there, you moved lightly from dish to dish, utensil to utensil, working through them with idle conversation and sweet smiles. He washed and you dried, setting everything in piles to be easily put away at the end. He asked about everything, and apologized again for snitching on you.

“You really didn’t know, you don’t have to apologize,” you laughed, getting into the swing of the conversation and giving his shoulder a little push. He grinned at this, splashing water at your face just so a bit got on your skin. You were shocked at how easy it was, being his friend and talking so closely with him. You nearly dipped your hands into the water to spray him back but decided against it, fear gripping you for the moment; and then it passed and you were back to a little silence.

Jacob seemed to have difficulty bringing up his next point, looking a bit troubled before he murmured very lowly, “about Jaehyun, I want to say thank you too.”

Upon hearing it, your eyes widened. A bowl nearly slipped from the cloth you were using to dry the dishes but you caught it well, wishing to disappear more and more with each passing second you made a fool of yourself.

“Your mom wasn’t wrong. I’m just glad you could bring him over this time. I think it made him feel a bit better about today.”

You wanted to ask what today was, if there was any significance at all, but didn’t know your place. So many thoughts wheeled around your head, trying to take in all the information your mother and Jacob had given you without jumping to conclusions. All you decided on was that you should be kinder to Jaehyun. He had more layers than you knew about.

Once again, you had nothing to say so you just waited. Birds chirped their final goodbyes for the night, the sun now almost gone. Crimson painted its way across the floor from your open backyard door, the mesh separating the outside world from you and Jacob. Everyone was out there, sipping tea from the large kettle your father helped prepare. Chatter seemed soft and kind and you wondered when you would experience this again.

“You know,” you began almost soundlessly, voice growing to normal as you continued, “I feel like my life consists of me just waiting on things to happen. Good stuff happens to me and I just keep waiting and waiting for the next one. Is that was life is supposed to be like?”

Jacob blinked, scrubbing at the sink as his finishing touch, and didn’t respond. The gears in his mind clinked as he tried to think of what to say, words coming together slowly but surely. “The way I see it, life is filled with all the big events that you wait for but those aren’t the best part. You look back on it and see that everything in between is what makes the event good but the waiting is better.”

“It feels like I’m wasting time though,” you couldn’t help but say, eyes now focused on your feet.

“Someone once told me time wasted is time well spent.”

His hand, gloveless and warm, fell on your shoulder. It gave you reason to look him in the eye, his closeness something you never would have expected. His eyes were a deeper brown than you’d ever seen them before and you couldn’t rip your gaze from them even if you tried.

“You don’t have to feel like you’re wasting time, even if you’re just idle. Sometimes it’s what you need. Waiting isn’t a punishment, it’s inevitable. It all depends on how you look at it and what you do with the days or months or years between the fun stuff,” he said, suddenly sounding older and wiser than you ever anticipated. It made you scared but also comforted. He understood what you were saying and was somehow giving you advice that could fix those weird, mumbled emotions that made you feel sick at 4 a.m. when monsters come out to play.

“Life is made of the little things,” you mumbled, trying to recap what he said as simply as possible. To that, he nodded, leaning his back against the sink so his eyes could see what you were looking at.

Though you weren’t sure if he saw the same thing, he seemed to understand as he watched everyone laughing and the exchanges going on. It was all so simple and yet, it made the redness of the setting sun less terrifying and more inviting.

“Jacob?”

His voice came through in a little hum, soft and quiet.

“Thank you.”

Giving you a little smile, his arms wrapped around you lightly, shielding you for a moment before he pulled away. As he went to putting away the dishes, you followed, listening to him murmur, “no problem, kiddo.”

This time, the nickname didn’t really bother you.

I like to think I grew out of my childish love for you, though I know that every time I see your face on Instagram, smile wide and laughing, or serious as you play the guitar, I might never escape it. You’ll always every special to me because you taught me what it meant to be kind. I admire how you’re so kind to everyone. It inspires me to be a better person. You always went out of your way to do things for other people, to make people feel better or relax. You even helped me talk through some things I didn’t even know were bothering me when you didn’t have to. That means a lot to me, even now. I see myself becoming a nicer person from here on out.

I want to be good to people, like you are. I want to make people remember me as someone who touched their hearts just like people remember you for the light you shine on the world. I’ll do my best to make you proud, Jacob. I promise I will.

From, y/n y/l/n on August 23rd, 2015

p.s. I’m keeping up with the guitar. Even though it started off as something I wanted to do to impress you, I think I’ll stick with it. In a weird way, it makes me feel a lot better. Promise to keep you posted on my progress!

“Well that certainly was different than what I expected.”

His mum broke the silence first. All Jacob could do was nod, not knowing what else to say. He never knew you felt this way; you never gave any inkling. Not that there was anything he could do about it, the age difference was much too big for his liking in high school. Though, he supposed you never told because you didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with him. In fact, you’d even said that, hadn’t you?

“Did you know she-?”

The woman beside him shook her head, taking a deep sip from her tea and exhaling before saying a simple, “wow.”

“She was really packing some emotions, huh?” Jacob attempted, hoping it would cause a little laugh. His mother only seemed perplexed though, deep in thought. Jacob’s eyebrows furrowed, giving his mum a small look. “Hey, you okay?”

“Hmm?” She seemed to have snapped out of her thoughts in a second before simply nodding and getting up. She seemed in a hurry to get out of his room all of the sudden, straightening her dress and grasping his half empty cup. “Yes, dear, just fine. Think I’m going to get started on dinner then.”

“Mum?”

“Hmm?” She was stopped in his doorway, an odd look on her face. She seemed a bit cloudy and entirely out of it- not at all cheery and fun as she was just moments ago. Jacob’s forehead crinkled in concentration.

“Is everything okay?”

There was now pain in her eyes, a bit of a worry sapping at her skin. Her bottom lip quivered just slightly and Jacob didn’t know why- he couldn’t know why. All he did was drop his letter on the table as he went to give his mum a hug, the big woman now genuinely sad.

“I don’t think so, dear. You see-”

“Mom?” His brother’s voice was loud, hoping to travel throughout the whole building. “Jacob?”

Thankful for the opportunity to drop the subject, Jacob’s mother only gave him a sweet smile, murmuring something about telling him later. Then, she bustled down the hall and stairs, calling after Jeff and fussing as usual.

“Your hair is a mess!” she shrieked, though it was just her normal speaking voice. Whatever it was on his mother’s mind seemed to have left it just as quick and Jacob hoped it wasn’t so bad.

Placing the letter softly on his bedside table, Jacob thought for a moment before pulling out his phone. A quick little message was all he needed to send; just a sweet little hello. It took all of his hoping that you would respond. As he cast his phone to the side, ready to go downstairs and greet his brother after a long time apart, he had a little smile. He didn’t see how his phone lit up seconds later, one little box popping up on his screen.

Y/n, 2:40 p.m: Message Failed to Send.

233 notes · View notes

holylulusworld · 5 years

Text

Last girl on earth

Summary: Dean hurts the reader’s feelings, when she has a date with someone else he tries to win her over.

Pairing: Dean x Reader, OMC James x Reader, Sam

Warnings: language, sad reader, jealous Dean, tension, arguments (barly), implied smut

Entering the library after your shower you let yourself fall into your favourite chair. Wearing only an oversized flannel stolen from Dean you grab another book.

Eyeing you up and down Dean licks his lips. Shaking his head Sam is watching his brother’s behaviour. As much as he wishes that you and Dean finally would do the next step he’s afraid that Dean will mess things up and you’ll leave.

Hearing your stomach rumble Dean starts chuckling. “You should eat something.” He rasps.

“Yeah, going to make me a sandwich. Don’t steal my book.” You joke. Knowing Dean hates doing research with every fibre of his body.

Watching you swaying your hips while walking into the kitchen Dean groans.

“Stop it!” Sam scolds.

“What?” Dean asks curious.

“Tell her how you feel about her or leave her be. Don’t play with her like with your other chicks. That’s Y/N – our friend, family. You can’t just fuck her and leave her Dean.”

Emerging from the kitchen you carry two plates with sandwiches. One for you and the other for Dean. Knowing he would steal your food again. (You’ve learned from past experiences where your sandwich suddenly disappeared.)

“Y/N is the last person I would fuck, even if she were the last girl on earth! I would only make…” Dean doesn’t end his sentence as he sees you coming into the library.

Flinching at his harsh tone, but even more at his words you stop in your tracks. When you’re sure that the Dean didn’t realize you heard his words you walk further into the library.

Holding back the tears your place Dean’s plate in front of him. Acting as if you didn’t hear those words you try to eat your sandwich, but you can’t swallow the lump in your throat.

“Well I’m beat, going to hit the hay.” You lie. Leaving the library you forgot about your rumbling stomach. All you can think about is that you’re the last girl Dean would…fuck.

Looking in the mirror you ask yourself why you’re not enough for him. You’re slim but you’ve got some curves. Your hair is long and soft. (Well most of the time in a messy bun.)

Other men always look at you…even in dirty clothes and covered in mud a guy wanted to hit on you. Only Dean doesn’t seem to recognize you. Hating yourself that you declined to go on another date with James you call his number…

One week later

Checking your outfit one last time you smile to yourself. The short black dress hugs your curves perfectly fine. The black heels and the tiny black bag match your dress. You put on some light make-up and even played with your hair. Soft locks are framing your face.

Giving yourself thumbs up your grab your keys to leave for your date with James.

Walking through the library you remember to check your weapons. (James is a nice guy, but you never know.) Fixing your thigh holster you place one leg on a chair.

Wiggling your dress up you bend over to take the angel blade out of the pocket of your jacket, hanging over the chair. Searching for a place to hide it you grunt.

“That fucking dress is too short.” You mutter to yourself.

“Correct!” Dean grunts.

Locking eyes with him you hold a hand over your heart. “You scared me idjit!” You scold.

Returning to your task – finding a spot to hide the angel blade you can’t see Dean’s darkened features and the way he eyes you up and down.

“Where do you think you’re going in that outfit?” He asks.

“Date.” You snap at him.

“Date? With whom? In that outfit?”

“Yes, date, my third date with James. And yes in that outfit as it’s the third date, ya know.” Wiggling your eyebrows you grin at Dean.

“Nope. You won’t meet that guy. He’s suspicious.”

“No he isn’t. I checked him. Jody checked his background. I know how to stay safe Winchester.”

“I mean he only wants to get in your pants.” Dean insists.

“Where’s the problem?”

“What? Well…uhm…” Dean stammers, trying to find a reason to make you stay.

“He’s a nice guy and he likes me. I’m not a child. I can have sex, ya know.”

“I know, but not with that guy!”

“What? Since when do you decide whom I can fuck? You fuck every chick crossing your path.”

“I…you see.”

“I’m already late. Night Dean, don’t wait up.” You wave at him.

“No, we aren’t finished.”

“Dean, I’m late. I like James…he’s not the guy I really like but well at least he would fuck me even if I’m not the last girl on earth.” You spat at Dean storming out of the bunker.

“You heard?” Dean calls after you getting no answer.

Pacing in front of Sam’s room Dean grunts. Knocking at Sam’s door he immediately rushes in.

“Do you know where Y/N has her date? I can’t let her fuck that guy…I…Sammy.”

“Yeah, the new restaurant in town. I’ve got a flyer over there. But why do you care? James is a nice guy. Checked him for her.” Sam grunts tired.

“I…doesn’t matter. I need to stop her.” Grabbing the flyer Dean runs into the garage.

Talking to James is never easy. He asks you about your life and you have to lie, he asks you about your job and you lie again. Friends, family, hell even holidays … lies, all just lies.

Maybe he only likes you because of your lies?

“James, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, Y/N, you can ask me anything.” James answers smiling.

“If I would tell you that I’m a complete different person than you think. Would you still like me?”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not shy…I’m not a teacher…You didn’t have to defend me against that drunken guy. I could’ve kicked his ass better and faster than you.” You whisper.

“Wait … you lied? Why?”

“Hard to explain. Men doesn’t like my true self.”

“Yeah, I know why. You’re a liar and honestly you’re not my type, you talk too much…we should…” Before he can end the sentence you’re already jumping out of the chair. Tossing money on the table you grab your bag to leave.

Running out of the restaurant you bump into a wall of …flannel? Looking up you meet emerald eyes. Sobbing you rest your head against Dean’s shoulder.

“What happened?” He asks softly.

“I needed to lie to him the whole time and I asked myself if he would like me without those lies…I was right…he…he said I’m a liar and I talk to much and that I’m not his type.”

Stroking your back gently Dean presses you closer to his warm body.

“He’s an idiot.” He whispers.

“No, must be me. I’m just not what men want.” You sigh.

“That’s not true.”

“Oh yeah, you said I’m the last girl you would fuck – even if I’m the last girl on earth.” You yell. Pushing against his chest you try to free yourself from his tight grip.

“You got it all wrong. I wouldn’t fuck you…I would only make love to you Baby. Do you know why I’m here?”

“What?”

“I needed to stop you; I couldn’t let you fuck that guy. The thought of him touching you made me go insane.”

“I…”

“Y/N, I want you for so long.” Cupping you face with his hands Dean brushes his lips over yours. Starting to kiss you softly he moans when you open your mouth for him.

“Dean?” You whimper.

“Let me bring you home and let me make love to you.” He almost pleas.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Are you? I mean the guy you really like…”

“Well, he took his time to kiss me, but now my legs are jelly and I think I let him drive me home.”

“Only drive you home?” Dean asks now with a cocky grin on his lips.

“Don’t push your luck Winchester. A good girl waits at least till the tenth date.” You say.

Giggling at his shocked features you drag him toward his car.

“Tenth date?” He whines.

“Normally…maybe I’ll make an acceptation for you Dean…”

Forever Tags

@donnaintx, @screechingartisancashbailiff, @fallen-wolf22 , @curly-haired-disaster, @sister-winchesters99, @mogaruke, @the-is13, @helloitsmeamie203, @strayrosesbloom , @thewinchesterco , @hobby27, @kittycatlover18

Dean/Jensen Forever Tags

@mirandaaustin93, @spnfamily-thewinchesters, @massivecrusadepizza , @supernatural-bellawinchester

#SPN #spn fanfic #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean x reader #implied smut #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester one shots

386 notes · View notes

a-pretty-nerd · 5 years

Text

Summer Fling (Freddie Klein x reader smut)

A/N: Here's the deal, no I'm not back just yet. Update: I just got a new job! Which I'll be working as much as possible but during my winter break I will be back to finished some bowers requests! This fic however, is a Devon Bostick character from the 2014 movie Small Time which takes place in the 90s.

Go check out @trickkombowerskru 's fic! I requested this plot and she did a great job, I just had the urge to make a detailed oriented adaptation. She did an amazing job, and I just wanna develop it a lil' more because I love her!

For those of you who like Devon, but haven't seen this movie, thats cool! Heres all you need to know!

Freddie Klein is the awkward college student:

The son of Al Klein, a car salesmen. In the summer between high school and college, Freddie decides he would like to become a car salesmen like his father. Al hates this idea because he and his coworker Martini (Ash), have had to work YEARS to get where they are and even now its small business car lot where they make good, not amazing.

BASICALLY

Freddie works over the summer, gets good but he's surrounded by "the guys" a group of sleazy salesmen Martini and Al are friends with and Freddie starts to become a lil' shit as a result. And poor Al, has to tell Freddie that he's fired and he should go to college like his mom (Barbara) and stepfather he hates (Chick), want him to. Freddie's upset but does so and eventually his father and him make up. Its a very touching story. (@trickkombowerskru thinks its okay. I love this movie.)

Also, Gayle is the office receptionist thats irish and an airhead. And Barlow is the lot's jazzy, barly english speaking cars repairman. Linda, is Al's new girlfriend thats there for him throughout the whole mess. Its very touching.

Now that you know all that! This fic is going to start where the movie leaves off. Where Freddie is now in college but visits often and is trying to help his dad extend the buisness.

So here we go! ✌❤

P.S. Thank you for being patient with me, and letting me do what I want. Ya'll mean so much to me and I hope @trickkombowerskru and I can stick around 💕

Warnings: NSFW, cursing, mild sexism? That shit gets corrected don't worry.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

See, you're Martini's niece. The daughter of his sister, and being his one and only niece, you're fairly close with your jokster of an uncle. You attend a local community college because, not everyone can afford the University. And after a slue of food service and retail jobs, you're on the hunt for another summer job to get you through until the next semester. How convenient! Martini, and his close friend and co-worker, Al, are looking for a new receptionist since their current has just been promoted to sales associate.

Uncle Martini assures you its an easy job, just processing paper work and filing. You're thankful for the 9 to 5 work, which is drastically better than the minimum wage scraps you were making before.

So you're sitting there at your desk which sits right out front in the office. You're alone at the moment, filing paperwork, starring down at the numbers and letters on the paper. Your eyelids droop and you take a deep breath and let it out in a huff. If only this job wasn't so boring.

"You're not Gayle!" A nasaly voice announces from above. Your tired eyes shoot up, your heart leaps out if your chest, and your hands begin to shake. You were startled.

Standing there is a young man roughly your age, if not a little bit older. He's nerdy, in a button up and khaki pants, he's incredibly out of place. You stare at his face for a moment, and if it wasn't bad that he startled you, he's attractive. He stares back at you, confused.

"What?" You eventually ask.

"Where's Gayle?" He asked you, almost offended by your presence.

"She’s in the back- can, can I help you with something?" You ask him, still just as confused as he is.

"I'm looking for my dad."

"Your dad?"

"Oh hey! Freddie," Al walks through the door with a coffee in hand and smelling of the local deli, "I see you've met Y/N."

"Oh! Oh YOU'RE Freddie!" Suddenly the connection goes through. You've heard stories of Freddie from Al, who couldn't be a more proud father. You stand up from the desk, thankful for the exscuse to stand. You throw a hand out and shake his awkwardly. He watches you, brows still furrowed.

"You're working the front desk now?" He asks you.

"Yeah. Been here for a few weeks. Hey Al, wheres Uncle Ash?" You ask in passing.

"He caught a sale, should be in in just a moment." He spoke as he walked around mindlessly as he sifted through paperwork and coffee. Freddie stood there awkwardly as you sat down and tried to go back to work. You didn't know Freddie was as cute as he wass. The only picture Al ever showed you was the one on his desk from when he was a kid. He resolved to pour himself a cup of coffee which sat out for customers along side a plate of untouched cookies. Gayle made then herself.

"So uh, you're Martini's niece?" Freddie asked in an attempt to make conversation.

"Yeah." You nodded, flashing a look at him. He made you nervous.

"How come we've never met befor?" He asked, lifting a brow. Clearly a little more comfortable with you than before. You shook your head and shrugged.

"Don't know." You resolved. The door flew open with a smiling Martini who swayed from side to side with triumph. He tossed a few papers on your desk, which slid, messing with the pile of papers currently on your desk. You sighed.

"Which one?" Al asks from behind his desk.

"Chevy," Martini says as he sits at his own desk, "oh! Freddie!" He cries and gives the young man a rather rough hug. "Didn't know you'd be back so soon. Oh, this Y/N by the way."

"We've met." You announce with a tight lipped smile.

"Good...good.." he nods off to his work on the desk. Eventually, Al starts a conversation with Freddie again. From this, you learn Freddie will be working as a salesman over the summer again. You curse, you didn't need such an attractive distraction during this job.

He started that next Monday, and oh boy, you didn't expect it to be that hard with him around. You find yourself watching him walk around the lot and talking with customers. In fact, he's the first one to hand you any paperwork that day. And when he does, your fingers brush against each other and you nearly panic. You avoid eye contact with him, you honestly try to avoid extended time around him, you eat lunch at your desk so you don't have to be alone with him in the break room. Unfortunately for you, Freddie finds this incredibly endearing to him.

You see, Freddie was less surprised by a new receptionist, and more surprised that she was actually cute, attractive, hot when you unbutton your shirt a little because of the California heat. It wasn't that Freddie didn't have other options than you, Martini had taken him to a bar or two, but those girls were nothing like you. He finds himself starring at you a lot, and even fantasizing about you.

One afternoon, about a month into Freddie's start, you're in the furnished breakroom of the office. Which is one small room with one small fridge, sink, counter, microwave, and table with chairs. You pull out your lunch from the fridge and stand, only to be startled once again at the sight of Freddie leaning on the counter to your right.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." He apologizes and holds his hand in front of him as he giggles.

"It's fine. I didn't see you." You exscuse yourself before going to leave.

"Wait a minute," Freddie calls, "I've had lunch alone everyday this week, keep me some company will ya?"

"Thats not true, you went to the deli Monday and Wednesday." You correct him. He chuckles and shrugs.

"Alright, you got me. Come on, take a break." He insists. You sigh and sit with him. He's pleasant, funny, and smart. He makes a comment about how you're waisting away at the community college, you belong at the University. You give a shrug. As lunch comes to a close, and you throw your trash away, you once again go to exscuse yourself and go back to work. But Freddie, refuses. "You're lunch break isn't even over yet!" He argues.

"I gotta get back." You leave him alone, and sad. He didn't even get the chance to ask you out. So he makes a plan. That night, he volunteers the two of you to close for the night so Martini and Al can leave early for a drink. You're not pleased by this at all. Usually, you're shift ends before any of theirs. Its late, you're tired, and more than a little fustrated. You're closing the back door, and wonder back to the office where Freddie is locking up out front. When you got back to pick up your things at your desk to leave, you're with Freddie wondering around very nonchalantly.

He's leaning against the counter in the office beside the coffee maker. He fiddles with it for a moment as you watch him, he's trying to act cool n' shit.

"Goodnight." You say, a little weirded out.

"Um, Y/N, before you go...I just wanted to apologize."

"Apologize for what?" He then pushes himself off the counter and begins walking towards you.

"I don't know, I guess if I made you feel uncomfortable or upset in anyway." He's closer now.

"What?" Closer, oh no, too close...too close. But you can't move, you're frozen. He gives a shrug and looks down at you.

"Has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes are?" He asks you with a soft voice. Your furrow your brows.

"What-" He reaches a hand around to grab your neck and pull you into a passionate kiss. You're shocked st first, your heart is buring, your head spinning, your mind blank. You're helpless...and yet you're melting. Your eyelids flutter as they close and you begin to move. Your lips move back against his as you kiss him back. Its out of the blue, passionate, wild, rough, raw, pure. You want more, its only fueling your adrenaline rush, you can feel the endorphins in your head flying. You feel alive as the kids intensifies. Freddies hands are on your waist while your are on his shoulders.

But then, his hands slide down to your ass and he runs his palms across your shape. You're almost startled by this until he gives a slow, sweet grope. You pull away from the kiss, and give a small yelp as you lean into him. He pressing his face into your neck and leaves small kisses on your neck. Your hands fall down, and wrap around his back. He pulls up your skirt and gives your bare ass a good grope as he kisses your neck. He makes you moan as your gently run your nails down his clothed back. Suddenly you're very aware of his clothes, and it annoys you.

"Fuck you're so hot." Freddie whispers into your neck. Your chest heaves as he feels you up and now, he's pressing his hips against yours. Without a word, you start to unbutton his dress shirt. He slips out of it with ease and his hands quickly go to yours to get enough to reveal your bra. He gives a pleased sigh as his hands reach for your breasts and eventually unhook your bra. He spends a lot of time groping your breasts and sucking your nipples. In doing so, he's pressing you up against the desk until you put an end to the hip grinding by hopping on.

"F-Freddie.." you moan out as he kisses back up your collar bone to your neck. Your skirt hiked up to your waist, he spreads your legs around his waist. Your shirt, unbuttoned, still around your arms with your breasts exposed. You're completely vulnerable to him. He looks you up and down again and then into your eyes. "We shouldn't-" again, he kisses you. He grinds his hips against yours and gives needy moans. You can only cling to his arm as he reaches down. He flatly runs a fingers up the damp cloth of your panties. He does this a few times before he reaches in and plays with you further. He watches as you throw your head back and moan, grasping his arm as he pleasures you. He kisses your neck as he starts to finger you, almost bringing you to orgasm before he pulls away. You give a sad whimper before he pulls your panties off completely and takes a knee. He holds your thighs apart for a moment ask he begins to eat you out. Mostly playing with your clit, again almost bringing you to orgasm.

You'd like to think this is because he knows what he's doing. Its not. He just loves to hear you moan until he gets antsy. Finally, he stands and gives you another kiss. He pulls his cock out of his pants and quickly he has arm on each side of you on the desk as he slides deep inside you with ease. Fuck, he has to hold himself back. He has to be careful. So he starts slowly, which just drives you crazier. You cling to him as his thrusts are slow and deep. Fuck, you're close, too close.

"Fuck-don't stop." You beg him as he gives a grunt. He can't stop himself. You're driving him absolutely up the wall.

"Oh fuck," he moans between thrusts, he begins to speed up "oh fuck." He starts fucking you harder, faster, until the desk below is being rocked bakc and forth.

"Oh god!" You cry, throwing your head back again and clinging to him, leaving ligbt scratch marks on his back. Your mouth hangs open as your orgasm washes over you. Freddie gives a few more good thrusts, before completely losing it and letting himself cum too. You're both a panting mess as you try to regain your sanity.

"Fuck.." Freddie sighs happily with a smile. You take a breath and nod. He pulls away and stuffs himself back in his pants and you proceed to get dressed.

"That was..."

"Great." Freddie finishes with a goofy grin. You nod, and look away from him.

"That...that can never happen again." You tell him, and he agrees. But thats a lie. It happens again. The next day in fact when everyone is out at lunch as you're alone in the break room. Then in the women's bathroom. Then on the office's couch when you lock up one night. Its a passionate and purley sex driven afair you tell yourself. Its just, work friends with benefits sort of deal.

But that abruptly ends when one day, Freddie is a little more grumpy than usual. Instead of handing you paperwork, he throws it on your desk and gives an order. You pause, but he's gone before you can address it. Then, he's rude to you when you ask about some other paperwork. He brushes you off and tells you to ask Martini about it. And then, when you're left alone at lunch...a time when he's usually jumping to get you alone, he practically ignores. You tried to argue that he was having a bad day. But when he's rude a second day, third day, fourth...

On the fifth day of all that bullshit, your car breaksdown on your way to work and Freddie has to get you for work. The ride there is practically silent other than a short conversation about a caset tape in Freddie's car. The way home however, you can't take it. You're about halfway there when your pot just boils over.

"So what the fuck has been your problem latley." Freddie appears unchanged and doesn't even look at you. He takes a fiew seconds too long to answer. "What am I not good enough for you anymore? Can't even be handed shit anymore, you have to throw things at me!?" He doesn't answer. "Hey, Im fucking talking to you!" He just swallows. You lean back in your seat and stare at him. "Guess I'm just another whore then, huh? You fucked me and now you're done with me. Jesus christ. You're such a fucking hack! You're just a fucking loser with no respect for others! Fuck!!" You shriek, angry and fustrated with him on so many different levels. Mostly, because you actually liked Freddie and you had always craved him since that first day. You were mostly angry at yourself for liking him so much. You held your face in your hands. "Pull over." You tell him. Its raining, and you're miles from your apartment complex.

"What?"

"I said pull over!" You demand. He does so, hesitantly. You throw off your seatbelt and throw the door open. "I can't even fucking look at you."

"Y/N! Y/N get back in the car, its raining!" He calls after you as you slam the door and begin walking down the dangerous street towarda your home. But Freddie insists that you get back in the car and drives beside you slowly and yells from inside the cat. "Please, get back in!"

"No! I don't fucking need you! Clearly you didn't care about me before!"

"Yknow what....fine!!!" Freddie breaks, he shouts, and speeds off. Leaving you there in the rain to walk back home. You almost slip and fall a few times because not only is it raining, its pouring and cold, and its also a sketchy part of town. You sort of regret your decision, sort of. Fuck Freddie, if he wasn't going to respect you then you didn't need him.

Freddie, having sped off and now in the smoldering aftermath of his terrible decision, starts to regret leaving you there. In fact, looking around at this side of town...he's get worried. A pretty girl like you, that isn't safe. He curses himself and hopes he can turn around and find you. Eventually he does, and that sinking feeling he had stops. He drives slowly next to you and roles down the passanger window.

"Y/N..." he calls. You stop, and think for a moment and decide its best to just get in the car. The rest of the ride is silent. You're still upset with him. When he pulls up to your apartment complex, he opens his mouth to speak. "Look, I'm sorry I-" you slam the car door shut and quickly run inside. He's really fucked up now. He knows that.

It's just...he's never felt this way before...ever. And he got scared, he panicked. No girl has ever been so loving to him, been so good to him. He's never been in love before. And he didn't know how to react. He knew it was wrong in the moment but...it was classic "i dont know how to express actually love so I'm gonna be mean" syndrome. That night when he gets home, he calls you. But you, unsurprisingly don't answer the phone. So, he leaves a voicemail.

"Hey Y/N...its me, I just...god I don't know what to say. Sorry I guess, well, I don't guess. I'm sorry. For everything. I've been a totally asshole latley and I just...I want you to know I'm sorry and um..." the words get caught up in his throat, he wants to say it, but, "...you were right." And then he panics again and hangs up the phone.

"Y/N huh?" Al calls from behind him, having heard the whole thing. Freddie and you have actually kept your little fling a secret from everyone at the lot. This is his first time putting two and two together.

"Yeah...Y/N...I fucked up real bad, dad."

"Okay well, at least you know you fucked up."

"I don't want to lose her, I just...I panicked and I really hurt her."

"Why don't you call her back and tell her that?"

"She's not gonna listen to me." Freddie argues.

"Listen Fred, you can't give up. Not when it comes to someone you really care about. And unless she's told you no, then you can't just roll over everytime. Call her back and leave another message. Tell her how you feel."

"Thanks, dad."

"No problem. Go get em' Tiger." As soon as Al left the room, Freddie called again and left this message:

"Hey, its me, again. Look Y/N, I know that sorry won't fix anything and I can't blame you. I was a real ass. But I...its because you just, do something to me. I can't explain it exactly. But its like you've got a hold on me even when you're not around. Like, all I could do was think about you. And not just sexually, you're not like any other girl. You're...you're smart and sweet and funny and-" he exceeded the time of a voicmail. So he called back. "Me again. Anyways, you're also really sexy in a different way. Like, you're just...so amazing. And that, that scared me. I got scared and I started being a dick and thats no exscuse but thats what happened. And you just really mean so much to me. I really care about you and I just want to be with you because-" Suddenly there was a loud click on the other end. "I love you." He said awkwardly as you listened on the other end. You had picked up the phone on the other end.

"You love me?" You ask after a long pause.

"Y-Yeah...I love you Y/N. And I've never really, been in love before."

"Wow." You gasp.

"So uh...could I take you out sometime?"

"Like...on a date?" You ask, and Freddie chuckles on the other end.

"Yeah, like on a date."

"When?"

"Tomorrow, after work?"

"It can't be to a sleazy bar."

"Right. No sleazy bar. A restaurant, a nice restaurant."

"Okay. Tomorrow. See you then."

"See you then." He smiled.

#devon bostick x reader smut #devon bostick x reader #devon bostick smut #devon bostick imagine #devon bostick #small time movie #freddie klein #freddie klein x reader smut #freddie klein x reader

150 notes · View notes

jadesaber · 5 years

Text

SMG4: Gaining for Attention

Part 2 of the ”Girls Weight Gain Saga”

Saiko Bitchitaru is owned by SMG4

There is a small house right outside the city. Inside, it had the common furnitures like tables, chairs, a fridge, a couch, tv, a laptop on the tv table, bedroom with a single bed, ect, ect. The front door opens and in comes a woman.

The woman looked like a anime teenage girl. She was very tall and skinny, she also had a curvy figure and large breasts. She was wearing a open tan jacket with a black tube top underneath, a dark-brown miniskirt, a black belt with a skull buckle, black leggings, and light-grey casual shoes. She wears a skull-and-crossbones pendant around her neck, and her hair is tied up in twin tails with two red bows. Said hair is pink and curly with two different colors at the tips: purple on the right side, and yellow on the left. Her eyes are purple and almond-shaped, with thick, curly lashes on the ends.

This: Is Saiko Bitchitaru. And yes, she is a anime girl. She was brought to life by her ex-boyfriend. Saiko has a very big temper, which is why they broke up. But they are still friends, along with Mario, Meggy and the others, after some ”rocky starts”.

Saiko now has a house and a job as a waitress at a sushi bar. She just got it back after unbaning anime. That’s a whole different and long story. Now, Saiko was holding her work bandana in her right hand, while holding a bag of Mcdonalds in the other. She has worked since 4:00 am, as it was very crowded and low on straff today. The clock is 15:30 pm.

Saiko put the bandana on a dresser, and slowly walked to the living room. She grew the bag on the table and sat down on the couch, stretching out her arm and legs.

”Ugha, what a day” she sighed, as her hands and legs fell down on the soft couch. She grabed the laptop that was laying on the table. She typed in her password to enter. Saiko entered Instagram, while trying to click on the ”#pretty” tag, she reach down into the McDonalds bag to pull up her burger. Saiko only ate junkfood once a week, to keep her figure small and skinny, the ideal body of being pretty and gaining attention.

Saiko loves getting attention, but it had usally caust some psychotic dendensies. When she reached her burger, she accidently pressed the ”#WeightGain” tag.

”Crud...” she said to herself, while unwraping the paper off her burger. She took a bite of the gressey, cheesey meat. She only ate junk food ones a week, but when she did eat it, it was an joyuss experience. Saiko moaned to the flavor, taste buds going wild. She opend her eyes and what she saw made her choak on her bite. She took the bag and pulled out her soda and drank alittle and swallowed, she sighed in relife. But quickly went back to the laptop, the weight gain art picture showed a very fat woman.

She was having thicc arms and legs, huge curvs, her belly big as a beach ball, chins all swollen and her breast were big as basketballs, bigger than Saiko’s D-sized bust. But the thing that shocked Saiko wasen’t the woman, but the picture’s Like Bar, it had over 10,000 likes! It’s more than most pictures of skinny, pretty looking womans. Saiko skrolled down and she was getting more and more shocked, with the mixture of frustration.

Every picture she saw, was nothing but girls being fat in different shape of forms, some with big bellies, some with muffin tops, some in complete immobile blobiness, and all of them had either more or as many likes than the pretty woman pictures

”BEING FAT GIVES YOU ATTENTION?!?!?!”

She shouted out in anger, she had lived through her life beliving skinniness and healthy dieting was the way to get attention, but these picture just showed that the opposit is true! These woman in the art picture just had no care or concern for their health or even the ability to walk and just gorged in all the food they could get, and these pictures had more likes than the skinny once!!

”Is that how it is, Huh?” Saiko thought to herself and looked at her burger, she grabed it and took a large bite and chewed fast, then she took another bite, without swallowing the first one.

”I’ll show you fat!”

She swallowed the big pieces and throwed in the rest into her mouth. She grabed her Mc bag and pulled up the fries, she took many in a hand and showed them into her mouth, while chewing on her hamburger. She swallowed and rose the box up, shaking down the fries into her mouth. She chewed and drank her soda at the same time.

When she had emptied the box and the soda, she stood up and looked down on herself. She hadn’t changed much, but her stomach had started to form a small bulge.

”More...” she said quietly while grinding her teeth in frustartion

She went to the kitchen and opened her fridge. There was barly anything there, except for a carton of milk, still unopened. Saiko took it and opend it and put the opening at her mouth, she bend back and let the milk slush down her throat. Upon empting it, she cleaned her mouth with her arm and look down again, her bulge had increased a little bit, and it looked like her breasts had increased a tiny bit..

”I’m not done yet” she thought to herself and grabed her phone. And started to type something

”Those food take out sites should be usefull now!” She said out laud.

An hour later, on the Kitchen table were 28 different types of pizzas, 54 triple cheeseburgers, 83 boxes of fries, 33 pies, 10 cakes, 20 plates of spagehtii and 8 cans of sodas. Saiko had crossed her arms when she counted all of it. She was going to eat this all by herself...

”Let’s eat then” she said in a serious tone. She went for the spagehtti first. She knew that Mario had eaten tons of spagehtti, yet he never got fatter. It was as if he had a black hole in his stomach. But that was Mario, she is a anime girl. She took a plate and grabed the spagetthi, she took a large bite and chewed on it, then she took another bite, and another. Swallowing it, the first plate was empty.

She reached for a cake and took the one with strawberry and lots of whiped cream on. She literly went head first into it and chewed on the pieces like she was a pig. When the plate got empty, she threw the plate away, she decided to go for some fries. She grabed two boxes and poured all of it into her mouth, it was alot in her mouth, but she grabed a soda can and poured that into her mouth to make it softer, she easly swallowed it and then drank up all of the soda bottle, with some small breaks in between.

Now that it was empty, she decided to go after the more calorie full fast food, Cheeseburgers. But when she leaned, her stomach touched the table’s side. Saiko looked down confused, she wasen’t that close. But she relized it wasen’t her, but her stomach. Her belly was bigger! The bulge had becomed a big muffin top, leaning out atleast 5 centimeter. Saiko wiggled the new fat she gained. He smiled smugly

”This is a good start!” She said to herself. She grabed two cheeseburgers and took a large bite from both

”But I need to get bigger!” She though to herself, back to a more serious tone and faceal expression

”I need to be thiccer! Thicc with 10 ”C”s- No! 50 ”C”S!!!!”

Saiko chowed all the cheeseburgers she could get, before she stop at her 24th triplecheeseburger. That’s when she went for the pies, starting with a blueberry Pie. Like with the cake, she went head first and devoured it like a pig. But the pie was so delisous! Saiko barley eat pie, so she went for another one, and a another one! She ended up eating all the pies.

”Well there went my eating plan...” Saiko said annoiyed as she crossed her harms, upon crossing them, she felt that there was something squishy inbetween them. She looked down and was shocked yet amazes by the sight. Her arms, once skinny yet could carry a hammer that weight more than she does, were now 3x thicc layer of adipose. Her breasts had increased in size! There were big as footballs! She looked at her sides, they had increased too! Her midrift and sides had three flapps! Her legs had grown thiccer aswell! Starting at her thighs, they were thicc as roasted chickens. She then realized her ass was feeling heavier than usual. She reached down with her left hand, and they were huge alright! Like she had gotten two basketballs stuck there. But that’s not all, her chins has started to swollen up, she had also started to gain a double chin.

”Or maybe this might be an good idea...” Saiko thought to herself. She looked at the pizza pile, and reached out for them.

1 hour later...

Someone was knocking on the front door.

”It’s, BELCH, open!” Saiko’s voice said. The door opened and in walked a small green creature with stubby arms and legs and cyan spiky hair. This is Fishy Boopkins, Saiko’s Ex-boy friend.

”Hey... Saiko?” He asked in his high pitched voice. ”Where are you?”

”In the kith-URP!-en!” Boopkins raised an eye brow, but shaked his stubby body.

”Have you seen my phone?” He walked to the kitchen entrence ”I can’t find it and last time I saw it, it was here”. He entered the kitchen

”Have you see- OH MY GOD!” Boopkins eye were wide as watermelons and his mouth literly touched the ground.

What he saw was Saiko, but she was super unreconizable. Her belly was a big and round, like she had swollen a yoga ball, hanging over her waist. Close to her feet. Her sides were wide and had 5 layers of flabbs. Arms thicc with lard, her ass cheeks bigger than overinflated beachballs. Her breast was big as two basketballs. Her chins was thicc and floppy like she was storing food for the winter.

Around the Room, was many empty plates. He could make out some small left overs of cheeseburgers, pizza, spagetthi, cakes and 4 empty soda bottles. Saiko was wrathfully eating a triplecheeseburger while holding a different one. She looked to the side and saw Boopkins. She stop what she was doing and swallowed the chunk.

”Oh, Kon'nichiwa Boopkins!” She said happily, ignoring her friends shocked state.

”What brings you here?” Boopkins shaked his body violently and asked

”Saiko? Why have you eaten so much junk food!?” His eyes got sadden.

”Are you still upset that I dumped you?”. Saiko looked concerned. Her fattening caust her friend to be sad.

”Oh no! No, no Boopkins. You got it all wrong!” She said in a reasuring manner ”This has nothing to do with that!”

”You sure?”

”Yeah... BURP!” Saiko closed her mouth with her hand quickly. Her giant checks turned red.

”Excuse me” she said kinda emberessed.

”But... why have you... let yourself go so much?” Saiko looked down and saw her dastric changes.

”Oh Yes!” She puts own the burgers and started to wiggle her floppy belly.

”This is getting better and better!”

”Better?!”

Saiko went back to her burgers and said

”And to awnser your question Boopkins, I have comed to figure out that the only persons that get attention are fat people. If I become the most fatest and widest person on the planet, Everyone will ADORE me! Now If your excuse me, I must continue my new diet” Saiko went back into taking big bites of her cheeseburger.

”Once I’m done with these burgers, I’m gonna order a second batch of food!” She said with food in her mouth. Boopkins was just confused of her reasoning.

”Um... How did you come to that conclusion? He asked. Saiko swallowed and pointed at the living Room.

”Instagram, my laptop is in the living Room if you want to check” Saiko continued her ”project”. Boopkins ran into the living Room and jumped up on the couch. That’s were the laptop layed. He opend it and say he needed a password.

”What’s the password?!” He shouted to Saiko in the Kitchen. After hearing another belch, Saiko answered

”It’s 10022018!” Boopkins typed the numbers in. But before he pressed Enter, he looked at the numbers again.

”Wait? 10 02 2018?... 10th February 2018?” Boopkins got a sadden smile ”Aw, her code is the day I brought her to life...” he pressed Enter and saw terrifying things.

”OH MY GOD!!!” Boopkins voice could be heared from the living Room. Saiko was eating the other cheeseburger, while having a new one in her hand. She looked to the Kitchen entrences, while chewing on her chunk. Boopkins ran back in to the Kitchen.

”THAT’S YOUR REASON FOR DOING THIS?!?!?” Boopkins shouted stressed. Saiko started to chew fasters and said ”Yes! I know!! But did you see the amount of likes they got?! They want fat! I’ll show them fat!!” She was eating much faster again, she drank up another soda bottle.

”But Saiko! Those are fetish art!!” Saiko stoped eating and looked at Boopkins in a confused manner.

”What?” Is all she could say... and then took another bite of her Burger.

”Yes! Fetish Art” Boopkins said angry ”Only weird people like those things!!” Saiko was looking somewhat interested

”But... you like anime, aren’t that the same thing?” She was about to take another bite of her Burger but Boopkins screamed ”STOP EATING RIGHT NOW, YOUNG LADY!!!” Which statled the fatten anime girl that she droped the burgers. Boopkins continued with

”First of all, I like moving art that can tell compeling stories, cool action scenes and cute girls. Fetish artists just like still frame of fat people. Secund: Saiko. I know you’re better than this”.

His serious tone changed to a somber one. ”I care about you, and seeing you like this hurts. And I want you to think, the only attention you’ll get is from normal people, but they’re just gonna asked themselfs how a young woman would let herself go like this?”

Saiko was silent for a long while. She thought about it and... yeah... only weird people on the internet would like her. But the majority of everyone else in the real world would just be scared, confused or disqusted by her fatness. Saiko made a heavy sigh.

”Sigh... Yeah, you’re right” she took a step. That was a mistake.

”Whoaaaa!” She lost her balance and fell, turning around and landing back first, making Boopkins fly up in the air and then crash down.

”Ah! He said when he hit the ground. He got up and ran to his friend. ”Saiko!” He got to her head.

”Are you ok?” He asked concerned for his friend. Saiko groaned and opened her eyes.

”Y-yeah” she smiled to him ”I guess I not used to my new weight yet...” Saiko tried to stand up, keyword being ”tried”. She bend up, but didn’t get anywhere. So she tried to pull up by extending her arms, it didn’t work either, Saiko fell back down.

”Oh no!” Saiko said scared. ”I’m too fat to rise up!!”

”Don’t worry, Saiko! I’ll help you up!” Boopkins said. He tried to lift her head up, but he’s too weak to carry her. He needed to catch his breath.

”So I’m stuck down here?” Saiko asked. Boopkins looked at her, she was starting to tear up! ”I guess I deserve it. I mean, I was foolish enough to trust the pictures likes than the real world, sniff” Saiko’s tears is what made Boopkins had enough of this.

”DAAAD!” He shouted. Immidetly afterwords, the roof opend by a giant tentacle, owned by a giant Octodad wearing A Cathulu mask! It’s Fishy Boopkins’ Dad!! Saiko was just flambergasted of what she saw.

”Daaaad? Could you help me carry my friend?” Boopkins asked. Boopkins’ Dad was just silent, he then extended his other tentacle. Boopkins climed up Saiko’s big belly and sat on the top. Boopkins’ dad’s tentacle rolled around Saiko and he lifted her up. Now high in the air, Boopkins asked ”Can you take us to Peach’s Castle too?” Once again, Dad was silent while looking at them. He then started to walk.

Boopkins smiled. He then slid down the belly and stoped close to Saiko’s head, who was resting on the top of Dad’s tentacle.

”Don’t worry Saiko, once we get to our friends, we’re gonna fix this!” He said in a reasuring manner. Saiko made a sadden smile.

”Thanks, Boopkins...” she answered back. But then she looked unamused ”But can you not stand in my breasts?”

”Huh?” Boopkins looked around, and indeed, he was standing/sitting on her giant jugs! Boopkins jumped off scared and begd for forgivness

Meanwhile...

SMG4’s phone rang. He answered

”Hello?” On the other side a meek Female voice saw screaming

”SMG4! I NEED YOUR HELP, NOW!”

To Be Continued...

2 notes · View notes

charlielabouff · 6 years

Text

count on me → barlie

WHO: @charlielabouff and @bianca-sommers

WHEN: The weekend after her mass text

WHERE: The Softball Field.

WHAT: Charlie’s got an important question for Bianca.

Charlie didn't even know when the wedding was gonna happen. Her sister was pressuring her to make it sooner than she had really wanted it. Sure, plans were nice, but for once she kinda just wanted to go with the flow for something. The blonde had written on a softball, asking the brunette to be her maid of honor -- just because she wasn't sure if the whole 'proposal boxes' were really her thing. And maybe she wanted to make it a little more lowkey. She let out a soft breath, watching as Bianca tossed the ball at her -- ready to swing at it but purposely completely missing. "Oh, fuck. Sorry," she stated, moving to go grab the ball, but she switched it with the one that she'd written on. She tossed it toward the brunette, badly so it would fall in the grass and she'd have to take a moment to read it. "I must be off my game."

Bianca was still shocked that Charlie was getting married. At first she'd just assumed her friend wanted to change her name sooner rather than later, so that she'd have the right name on her jersey when she went pro or something, and then she'd thought that Charlie was maybe pregnant. But no, she just really loved Wes, and Bianca guessed that was a pretty cool reason to want to get married crazy young if one ever existed. As long as she didn't lose her best friend to wife life, she didn't really care either way; all that mattered to her was Charlie's happiness. Well... Charlie's happiness, and still having someone to toss around a softball with her on a chilly fall afternoon. "You totally suck today," Bianca teased in agreement as Charlie first dropped a ball, and then made a terrible throw. "You're not going all soft on me already, are..." Bianca had started to call out as she leaned down to pick up the ball, but stopped herself mid-sentence as she realized there were words on it. She blinked at it for a second, confusion etched on her face. This had to be a mistake, right? She'd assumed that Tia was Charlie's maid of honor, but the words on the ball told a different story. She stared at Charlie, at a loss for words, a lump in her throat that she finally cleared to ask, "Um... what is this?"

Charlie waited as she watched her friend, her teeth sinking into her lower lip. She thought the decision was gonna be hard, but it honestly hadn’t. With Tia consistently bugging her about her plans for the wedding, one that she hadn’t been planning on having for a while, and just how slightly obnoxious it was just cemented the idea of Bianca being her Maid of Honor. Bianca got her more than Tia, they had more common. Not that she didn’t love her sister, but to her, she was gonna be stressed as it was. If anyone knew how to calm her down, it was Bianca. She cleared her throat, shifting slightly and rubbing the back of her neck with her gloved hand. “It’s uh — me asking you to be my maid of honor. Not that we’re getting married any time soon, but I just — I dunno,” she breathed, shifting awkwardly between her feet.

Bianca gaped at Charlie. She tried to close her mouth and reopen it to speak, but her jaw just hung slack with shock for what felt like an eternity. Charlie meant so much to her, and if this day ever came for Bianca, it was so easy to picture Charlie as the one by her side - but somehow, she'd never imagined that she'd be that person for Charlie. She didn't care, not really, that Charlie had Wes and Tia and had had both of them so much longer than she'd had Bianca, but it made her heart swell with happiness to know that she didn't have to have been there since diapers to mean as much to her friend as she did. Something pricked at Bianca's eyes, and the unfamiliar sensation of tears rolling down her cheeks made her swat at the wetness before wrapping her arms around Charlie in a giant hug. She was completely choked up as she finally managed an, "Oh my God, yes. Yes, yes, yes, of course I'll do it."

Charlie watched her carefully, moving her hands in front of her to twist her fingers -- a nervous habit of hers. She knew that everyone probably thought that they were dumb. Like, why on earth would they be engaged so young? Crazy people did that. But she wasn't planning on getting married soon. She just didn't know if Wes felt the same. Her eyes searched her face, swallowing the lump in her throat seeing the tears beginning to form in her friends eyes. Her own tears began to form in her own; she'd never seen Bianca cry. Her arms wrapped around her, her fingers curling into her shirt and she let out a laugh/sob, holding the brunette as close to her as possible. "I couldn't imagine anyone else on my other side, y'know?" she managed out, letting out another half laugh and half sob, "I mean, Tia's great but she's already driving me nuts. And I know I'm probably gonna be a mess, and you know how to make me -- y'know, not a mess."

Bianca couldn't believe how readily the tears were flowing down her cheeks now, but this was a huge deal. Her best friend was getting married , and she didn't care where or when it happened -- didn't even care to who really, although she was glad it was Wes -- as long as she got to be there with her. "Shut up," she protested weakly, laughing through her tears. "I've totally cried before, I cried when you left!" she admitted, clinging onto Charlie tightly. It was so good to have her back, and even better to know that not a single thing had changed between them; she still loved the blonde just as much as she always had, and now she was going to get to share the most special day of her life with her. Her voice was still watery, the tears still falling no matter how much she willed them to knock it off, as she said, "Oh, God, Tia's not going to try to murder me, is she? Because we all know I could take her in a smackdown, but I don't want to have to. She'll never let you hear the end of it if I make her look busted before your engagement pictures or something."

Charlie couldn't stop crying, which wasn't a big deal to her because she was always crying, but seeing Bianca's unstoppable tears just made her weep even more. She let out a soft laugh, clinging to her best friend and she shook her head. "I didn't see it, so that doesn't count! This time I see it." She'd missed her a lot when she went back home, more than she probably would ever really admit. Maybe if Bianca had been with her, she would've stopped her from being so stupidly jealous all the time. The blonde pulled away just so she could look at her, letting out a soft laugh and she reached up to wipe at her cheeks. "She won't if we don't tell her. I've gotta -- I've gotta figure out how to break the news to her without pissing her off." Which would've been impossible.

Bianca finally paused her crying to snort at Charlie's statement. Not telling Tia -- that seemed like the world's biggest pipe dream, considering how invested the older La Bouff was sure to be in the whole situation. Still, it would be kind of fun, watching her freak out about it, getting to shut down some of her less-Charlie oriented ideas because Bianca was the one calling the shots... But none of it would be as fun as Charlie. Getting married. The words were still sinking in, but it was so exciting for Bianca, as good as winning any game except maybe a championship. Maybe winning a championship would be her own wedding someday, if she ever had one of those. "This is going to be amazing," Bianca laughed, pulling Charlie in for another tight hug, the last of her tears probably falling into her friend's hair. "God, I'm so happy for you. And we so got this -- together."

#( interaction: bianca )

1 note · View note

seboostianillustrations-ina-blog · 6 years

Note

36, 40, 46, or 56 please? Also I love you💗💗💗💗💗

As you wish~ I’ll do 46 and 56 all in one go~ I love you too, Ma Vhenan~ ❤❤❤

(Fluff warning.)

A small sigh escaped Balder as he stood by the tavern, his back against the wall. Cassandra had insisted he took a breath of air and watch the soldiers sparr, although he’d rather be the one sparring, he did as she said.

Balder’s redish grey eyes roamed over the soldiers lined around the sparring ring in the middle of the courtyard. If only he could just get his advisors off his back and get his hands dirty again.

“Hey, Honey Bread. Why are you standing here brooding? Did Cassandra kick you again?” A gruff voice said, Balder turned his head to see Shokrakar grinning at him. The sight of seeing Shokrakar made butterflies flutter in Balder’s stomach and chest, but he wouldn’t admit to the older Qunari how he felt… not yet. Balder chuckled, but stopped when he realized what Shokrakar had just called him, a small confused frown settled on his face as he looked at Shokrakar.

“Honey… Bread? What made you suddenly come up with a name like that?” Balder asked, one of his eyebrows rose as he watched the older Qunari smirk at him, a low chuckle escaped him as he walked closer to him. Shokrakar placed his elbow on Balder’s shoulder and leant lightly against him.

“Hmmm. Because you’re sweet as honey and tasty like bread… and I love both.” Shokrakar whispered, his low voice rumbled near Balder’s ear, sending delightful shivers down his back. Balder felt a blush start to rise in his cheeks as he lifted a hand up to his face and rubbed it over his face a few times in a weak effort to rid of the blush.

“Wait… Are you flirting with me?” Balder asked, his voice cracked at the end, making him blush even more. He bit his lip as he watched Shokrakar look at him intently, the world already disappearing between them as Shokrakar’s pale eyes looked intently at the younger Qunari.

“And what if I am…?” Shokrakar said, his voice low enough for only Balder to hear. Balder inhaled sharply as he felt Shokrakar push closer to him, his elbow falling from his shoulder and wrapped around his torso.

“I… like it.” Balder replied, his eyes going from Shokrakar’s intense stare, to the dirt ground.

“Can I kiss you right now…?” Shokrakar asked, his face barly an inch away from Balder’s. Their noses brushed against each other, if one of them moved, their lips would surely touch.

Balder inhaled a small breath of air, his nose soaking in Shokrakar’s musky scent, he had never been this close to the other Qunari. Balder felt a sudden urge to close the tiny space between their lips.

“I… I’d love that, Shok…” Balder whispered, his nose gently rubbed against Shokrakar’s in circles, before the older Qunari pulled him roughly into a deep and passionate kiss. Balder gasped in surprise as he felt his head go blank from the intensity of Shokrakar’s kisses. Their lips danced together, both molding together perfectly.

They pulled apart after a few minutes, both of them breathing heavily, but none of them letting go or avoiding eye contact. A chuckle escaped Balder as he turned to wrap his arms around Shokrakar in a soft hug, his face snuggled in between the older Qunari’s shoulder. Balder didn’t want this feeling to die out, it had been too long since he last felt it.

“You smell good, Shok.” Balder mused as he took a small inhale of Shokrakar’s smell again, a small smile rose on his face as he felt Shokrakar’s grip on him tighten.

“You smell damn good too, like Honey and bread…” Shokrakar grumbled back as he inhaled Balder’s scent too. Both laughed as they stood there, hugging.

NEARLY 200 WRITING PROMPTS

#BalShok #they be fluffy #Shokrakar Adaar #Balder Adaar

2 notes · View notes

shiroe-is-my-baby · 7 years

Text

A Surprise

Summary: An announcement to the whole family has Ashley rather eager and excited.

W: self-insert, fluff, au

“Mom! What’s for dinner?”

Ariana shouted in my ear, leaning her chin on my shoulder. She looked down at the stove, licking her lips at the aroma that hit her nostrils. I let out a soft laugh, giving her a teasing eye roll. “It’s a surprise,” I said, watching her pout as I covered the pot again and wouldn’t let her see. That didn’t make her too happy, but my comment after made her quickly change her tune.

“If you wanna know, I’d gladly let you help me.”

“Nah, it’s okay. I haven’t finished my homework yet,” Ariana said.

But I knew that was a lie.

Ariana always does her homework as soon as she comes home. It’s something that she likes and she blows through rather quickly. Giving her a soft, teasing smile, I set down my things and pulled her into a quick hug. Ariana gave back a forceful squeeze around my neck, pressing her cheek against mine. She was a lot stronger than I was, surprisingly, giggling when I couldn’t pry away from her the harder she squeezed.

“Gah, when did you get so strong?” I asked.

“I didn’t. You’re just weak, Mom.”

She winked, laughing loudly when I glared at her.

Sage was supposed to be the sassy one, but Ariana has her moments as well. But before long the two of us were giggling softly and her arms were around my neck again. She kissed my cheek telling me that she loved me, and pushed off to go back to the archway towards the living room. “Oh, by the way, Dad’s home!” Ariana chirped, popping her head around the corner before she scampered off, no doubt to pester Shiroe the minute he walked through the door.

I smiled softly, though my heart seemed to pound against my chest the moment I heard his voice. I knew that I was nervous about today, but I had no idea that my anxiety would be this bad. It wasn’t even the bad kind of butterflies in my stomach. I was just way too excited. That’s why I cooked the dinner I did and prepared it with all of the love in my heart. Today was a pretty special day for us, and I couldn’t wait to bring up the news.

“Afternoon Father,” Ariana said in a humorous tone that made me chuckle.

I leaned against the entryway, watching Shiroe shut the door behind him. I smiled softly, listening to his soft chuckle at his daughter. He reached down to ruffle her hair, setting down his things in the one spot he knows I always tell him not too. But I was too happy to say anything, my eyes trailing over his form and that handsome smile that I loved.

“Hey Ari,” He said, “How was school?”

“It was good. I aced my test!”

“That’s great, Ari. I told you that you shouldn’t worry.”

She nodded, wincing when he playfully pinched her cheek. She made a noise in the back of her throat, spinning on her heels and walking towards me. Shiroe’s eyes followed my gaze, and I gave my own little lift of eyebrows to address him silently. He approached me and came down to give me a soft kiss on the lips. I kissed back, falling into his touch as he settled his hand on my lower back. All day I’d missed him just like every other day, but today was much stronger.

It was probably my excitement and increased love.

Ariana let out a groan, turning on her heels and quickly walking away from the two of us. I couldn’t help but giggle in between kisses, leaving a few more lingering before I pulled away. Shiroe shifted a few hairs behind my ear, looking at me with a soft gaze. It was warm and comfortable, making the butterflies in my stomach grow. The anxiety and excitement was almost too much to bear and I couldn’t wait to confess to the secret that I held.

“How was your day today, beautiful?” He asked.

“It was great, love. How about yours?”

He gave the same response, leaning down to kiss my forehead softly. Shiroe began to tell me how happy he was to be home and to see me. Such a swetheart he was. I felt lucky to have him, and even luckier in this moment. Shiroe was going to be evven more excited when I tell him the surprise, which I was waiting for dinner, but I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Well, why don’t you go get changed and comfortable,” I said, patting his chest, “Ariana, go grab your brother from his room. I have something to tell you guys before dinner.”

Shiroe’s eyebrows lifted, looking at me curiously. Ariana as well looked surprised, but she trotted off to go get Sage without much hesitation. I smiled gently, kissing Shiroe’s cheek and ushering him into the hallway. I knew that both of them were curious, and the probably had no idea what I was about tot ell them. I hoped they didn’t. I wanted to see the excitement on their faces when I opened up to them.

Checking on the food, I made sure everything was just about done before everyone sat down. My hands were shaking and my heart was about to burst with happiness. I couldn’t stop smiling and knew that I would give myself away eventually. But at this point I didn’t care. I was too excited, and soon they would be too. I could only hope.

Ariana and Sage came into the living room, mumbling to one another about what could be going on. They were making their own assumptions, which I expected as much. The two of them plopped down onto the sofa, tussling a bit with Sage instigating most of it. I clicked my tongue, walking back into the room and watching them break apart slowly. Ariana smiled innocently, but Sage, on the other hand, didn’t care how he looked.

“So, Mom, what’s up? Are you about to tell us that Dad’s crazy?” He asked, resting his arm on the arm of the couch and leaning his chin on his hand.

“No, I’m not-”

“Good, because that we already know. So there’s no need to-”

“Sage Shirogane, that’s enough,” I said, half serious and half not so serious. Ariana gave him a quick lift of her eyebrows in a mocking tone, and the glare he gave next could only be described as signature for him and his father. It didn’t help that his glasses were on his face, making it even more of a Shiroe like stare.

Shiroe came out a second later, watching the twins with his own look of confusion. He was now out of his work clothes and into more relaxing sweats and a T-Shirt. Seeing him in those still makes me lick my lips, and I tried hard to hide that face as much as I could. He ran a hand through his hair, looking between us all with a smirk curling at the ends of his mouth.

“Okay, kids, your mom had something she wanted to talk to us about,” He said, “Let’s be nice and not argue while she’s trying to do that. Sound fair?”

“Yes sir.”

They both groaned in unison, in almost the exact same tone.

Shiroe smiled at me, pulling me over to the loveseat beside the couch so we could sit across from the kids. He laced his fingers through my own, squeezing gently to tell me that he was there for me. Not that I needed it. I knew that he was there for me through it all. I had no doubt about that. I was rather excited still, and Shiroe could see that through my shaking hands.

I breathed a soft sigh, looking up at the kids and their curious gazes. Now that they were all looking at me, it was hard to muster up the sentence. Hard to tell them without getting emotional or too excited and happy. I swallowed, keeping the steady smile as I patted Shiroe’s hand in my lap.

“You guys remember what we talked about a while ago, right? About possibly making our family a little bit bigger?” I asked, wanting to beat around the bush since I could barly speak almost.

Shiroe knew immediately what I meant, the smile falling from his face i surprise and shock. Ariana and Sage thought about it for a second, their curious eyes telling me that it took them a few seconds. A few seconds all too quickly passed, and Ariana’s jaw practically hit the floor. I knew she would be the first to react.

“Wait… Are you serious?” She asked.

I slowly nodded, seeing Sage’s eyebrows furrow but he didn’t say anything.

“You’re…”

Shiroe couldn’t even speak.

“I’m pregnant,” I said, looking into his eyes with a bright smile.

Silence filled there air for a fraction of a second, before a squeal of joy surfaced from Ariana. Shiroe smiled broadly, pulling me into a rather sweet and passionate and happy kiss. “That’s amazing,” He said, happiness filling his bright eyes. Ariana was practically vibrating in her seat, and her brother beside her looked rather excited but didn’t want to let it show. She jumped up from the couch, scurrying over to me to throw her arms around my neck.

“I can’t believe it! I’m gonna be an older sister!” She shouted, happily.

I grinned, rubbing her back and motioning for Sage to come over. I wanted him to be happy about it too, because it was an exciting time. The first thing I hoped for was that they’d want this as much as we did. Shiroe was over the moon, the fact rather obvious by his smile that never left. It was the happiest I’d seen him since we found out about Ariana and Sage.

Sage came over to his sister, rolling his eyes at her rather loud behavior. But he smiled as well in his signature, half way that he always did when he was trying to hide his true happiness.

“It’s great, Mom. But I honestly hope it’s gonna be a little brother.”

“No! I want a little sister! I’ll totally dress her up in all the cutest dresses. She’s gonna have the best fashion sense!”

“Ugh, of course that’s your first thought. Who said you even had a good fashion sense to give?”

“Okay you two,” Shiroe said through soft chuckles, “Whatever the baby turns out to be doesn’t matter. What matters is that they’re loved.”

I nodded in agreement, leaning over to peck his cheek gingerly.

The whole announcement went as good as I had hoped. Everyone was happy and excited as I was. We were going to be a even bigger family. I wasn’t sure if this was going to be the last, but I just knew that I was getting to have another child. I knew that we would cherish them just as much as we did the twins. They would be able to experience with us and have another sibling.

I couldn’t wait to meet them, even now. Excited for all that was to come for us.

#self insert #self ship #self insert writing #my writing #otp: shirey #ari and sage #fic #fanfic #fluff #baby hiro

9 notes · View notes