#things from that i may fuck around and try to write the 6k i need to hit the 30k i wanted to hit this month over 4 days

[dallonwrites]

delighted to report that the notes app writing i did last night is 619 words yayyyy devastated to report that tonight my tummy hurts

#tomorrow i am going to do some Timelining (basically outlining but the visual of the timeline makes more sense to me) and if i feel good abt #things from that i may fuck around and try to write the 6k i need to hit the 30k i wanted to hit this month over 4 days #is that possible? who knows brooooo who knows #lover boy is litfic and doesnt have the kind of plot i can speed through but sometimes when i write it i just pull words out of my ass so #easy so it is possible. however i am just so scared of the scene im currently on #hence the wanting to look at the timeline for the book + this chapter so i can reground myself in everything #anyway heating pad + bed and maybe i will write more in the notes app LETS FIND OUT!

[absurdthirst]

Simply Din Djarin {Mando x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 6k

Warnings: Nudity, skinny dipping, beskar-less Din, lying, first kisses, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal sex, angst

Comments: Din decides to spend a week on a remote planet, sans armor to swim in the waters and come to terms with what he needs to do. Meeting you when you come to your swimming hole, things become intimate and you have no idea the handsome naked man in front of you is a Mandalorian. He's simply Din Djarin.

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It’s a gorgeous sunny day on Bellassa, the lakes shine and with Grogu safe with the other young ones of the town, Din felt secure enough to seek out the lake. It’s deserted, no one is around, so he methodically strips off his beskar, removes his flight suit and allows this one and only moment so far in his life to let the sun hit every part of his body. 

Completely naked, he sighs in bliss, and after hiding his helmet and armor, he walks towards the shore. The cool water hits his feet, then his calves, then his thighs, until he’s waist deep. He’s never felt so free. The sun warms him and he tilts his head back, enjoying this moment without the galaxy on his beskar-clad shoulders. Dipping beneath the water, he starts to swim and revels in the feel of the cool water and the absolute silence. It’s paradise and Din knows he will be doing this again before he leaves Bellassa. 

When he breaks the surface, he inhales deeply and his eyes widen when he sees you walking towards the shore, also naked, and fuck, you’re gorgeous. He knows he should dip under the water, try to get out of sight before you see him without his beskar, but then he imagines meeting someone as plain Din Djarin. He often wonders who he would’ve been if the Mandalorians didn’t take him in. Would he have been a tradesman? Maybe he would’ve been a Rebel? Would he have a family? It makes his head spin sometimes and ultimately, he decides to pretend to be plain Din Djarin, not Mando. 

“Oh Maker!” You shriek when you see his face and you rush to cover yourself up under the water. 

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you there.” Din apologizes in a rush and you shiver at the cold water, 

“I haven’t seen anyone here…ever. I- I didn’t know that anyone else knew about this place. Sorry. You- you scared me.”

“I just arrived last night.” Din confesses, motioning towards the forest where his Starfighter is hidden. Grogu is still sleeping there and he shakes his head.” “I’m sorry again.” He murmurs softly. “The water was too tempting.” 

“It’s- it’s okay.” You swim back a few feet, putting some distance between you and the strange, handsome man. “I understand, I wanted to swim as well.” You introduce yourself and tilt your head at the man, finding his bashful expression to be charming. He didn’t seem like he posed a threat. “What is your name?”

He hesitates for just a second, knowing he shouldn’t give his name but you don’t seem like a threat. “Din Djarin.” He answers and you hum, repeating his name. Hearing you say it, so innocently and sweet, has his stomach twisting. “You are from Bellassa?” He asks and you nod.

“I’ve never left. I like it here. It’s peaceful. Warm and safe. What more could a girl ask for?” You tease softly, waving your arms through the water, and Din nods, a soft smile on his face. You seem so untouched by the horrors of the galaxy. 

“Not much more, I suppose. Does your family live here? Your - your partner?” He asks, a little out of practice with small talk. Most of the time he lets his fists do the talking and he grunts or has a one word answer. 

“My family lives here. My parents, my brothers and sisters. I - I don’t have a partner.” You tell him bashfully.

Din knows that his face gives away every little thought that he’s feeling. Surprise rides across it now. You are gorgeous, why wouldn’t you have a partner? “I’m here with my- my son.” He offers. “He’s like my son.” He clarifies as he realizes it sounds like he is married. “I don’t have a partner either.”

You frown, certain that a man like him would have a significant other. “Well, that’s not necessarily a bad thing that neither of us have a partner because we’d have to explain why we are both swimming naked in a lake.” You giggle, loving how you can see every micro expression on his face. So many people keep their face impassive but his brown eyes show everything.

Din nods seriously, seeing how that could be a problem. “Do you swim here a lot?” He asks curiously, encouraged by the fact that you haven’t left or tried to move away from him. He’s not drifted closer, content with floating in his own area and enjoying the water engulfing him.

You nod, “every day if I can. I love how peaceful it is. It’s nice to escape and just be left to my own thoughts.” 

Din sputters, “oh I’m so sorry. I’ll go.” 

You shake your head, shifting a little closer to him, “no. No. You can stay. It’s nice to talk to someone. Tell me, what do you do, Din?” You ask him, certain he will say he’s a Rebel. He has that look about him.

“I- I’m a moisture farmer.” He thinks of Quill and nods. “On Tatooine. Supplying water to Mos Eisley.” It’s a lie, but it feels good not to have you freeze up at the knowledge that he’s a bounty hunter. Most people either want to fight him or run from him.

You sense a hesitation but you are innocent to the terrors of the galaxy. Safe on your small planet that seemed untouched by the Empire. Maybe they didn’t think it was significant enough. You’ve heard of Tatooine and know it’s a desert planet. “Wow. You- you must have seen a lot of the galaxy.” You shift closer again, curious about him. “Tell me the best place you’ve been to. I - I haven’t left the planet so I need to live through you.”

Din admires the whimsical smile on your face and wishes he could be so carefree, so unjaded by this life. “Naboo.” He murmurs softly, remembering the lush green and blue planet. The waters remind him of this lake. “Although this is a close second.” He bites his lip and flusters when he realizes how you can interpret that. It’s so much easier to think these things and stay silent behind the helmet.

You grin, liking that he has enjoyed your planet so far. “I wouldn’t mind visiting Tatooine one day.” You admit and tilt your head up towards the sun, the water rippling as you kick your legs out to float. You are uncaring of your nudity, knowing that a man as well traveled as Din should have been a variety of figures. You are here to relax, wanting to forget about your troubles.

“It’s all sand.” Din’s mouth is as dry as the Dune Sea, watching your nude body float on the water. Your nipples are perked up and he imagines sucking on them. His cock starts to harden, making him reach down and cup himself to try to make his reaction to you go away. You want to enjoy yourself, not be gawked at. “It wouldn’t be as refreshing as this.”

You close your eyes, enjoying the peace and unaware of the Mandalorian's struggle. You sigh when you open your eyes to see the sun shifting towards the horizon. "I should be heading home. My parents worry even though I am old enough to join the Rebellion." You joke and shift to head back to shore. Again, you care little for your nudity as you reach for your towel, aware of those dark eyes watching you. "Your son shall be awaiting your return too, I imagine?" You hum, drying off your body.

Din scoffs. “Little gremlin sleeps nearly all the time.” He huffs fondly, knowing that he will be hungry when he wakes up. That and will be ready to cause trouble. His eyes flirt over your body and he looks away, aware that if he keeps staring, he will get hard again. He doesn’t come out of the water completely, just to his chest and he glances back at you again. “It - it was nice to meet you.” He offers, frowning slightly at how ridiculous he sounds when he’s not hidden behind his armor.

You giggle at his expression, sliding your feet into your sandals. “You too, Din Djarin.” You wink and know he wants privacy to get out, so unlike the openness of your home planet. You make your way home, thinking of the handsome traveler. 

****

When Din returns to Grogu, the little gremlin is awake and eating the hidden box of crackers Din had stowed for snack emergencies with the kid. “I know. I lost track of time.” Din sighs, now dressed in his beskar. Grogu coos, tilting his head at Din.

The cracker in his claw, Grogu toddles over to where Din is standing and holds onto his boot until he bends down and picks him up. He shoves the cracker in his mouth and reaches out and touches the helmet and coos again, making Din sigh as he thinks about today.

**** 

You spend all day thinking about Din and decide to go back to the lake for your daily swim. You smile when you see him in the water already. “Hello Din. Long time no see.” You tease, working on stripping off to get into the water.

“Yes, such a long time.” Din can’t hide the smirk that he has as he watches you strip. You obviously have no issue baring your body and he’s curious as to why. “Is everyone on your planet like you?” He asks, tilting his head curiously.

You nod, knowing what he means. “We believe that the body should be admired. It is our true blessing. We are alive, we are here and that itself is a blessing. No one is ashamed of their body as every day is a gift. Our culture is not one of constant nudity but we are proud of our bodies, no matter how they look.” You explain, kicking aside your pants and you quickly walk towards the shore to step into the water. “Are Tatooians not happy to bare themselves?” You question him, wondering if his culture is more conservative than yours.

“This is the first time someone has seen me bare since-“ he shakes his head. “Since I was a child.” He admits quietly. “Tatooine has two suns, your skin would be dry and burnt under the fiery suns. Staying covered keeps you protected.” He explains, although he doesn’t tell you that no one has seen his face beyond when he had become an apostate because he is Mandalorian. Broken his creed. He has to put the helmet back on and redeem himself in the waters of Mandalore, but for now, it’s pleasant having you look at his face.

Your eyes widen, “no one has seen you? Not even a lover?” You ask him, surprised that no one has caressed every inch of his body. “Surely you have had lovers caress your body?” You ask with curiosity and confusion.

“No one.” He’s not celibate, he’s had sex. Normally in the back of a cantina or some dusty alleyway. Only baring his cock and taking them from behind. No one had touched his skin until Grogu had when he was leaving with the Jedi.

Your eyebrows raise, “no one?” You’re shocked. He’s so handsome and you’re certain that any lover he chooses would be lucky to have him, you know you’d want him to want you again. Biting your lip, you shift closer. “Can I- can I touch you?” You ask softly and he hesitates, you see it in his eyes until he nods once. You shift even closer until you’re standing in front of him, the water covering your chests but you reach up to caress his cheek. His eyes close and you feel him shudder. There’s nothing but the sound of the waves and the breeze as your hand trails down to caress his neck, featherlight touches to his skin while you slowly move your hand down to his clavicle where you see the scars. “You were in fights?” You question him, tracing a scar.

“Some.” He reminds himself that you don’t know about the beskar that is hidden in a bundle surrounded by his cape in the cave. You don’t know that most tremble and scatter like rats when he walks through the towns he arrives in. You just see a man in front of you, one that you are obviously attracted to. He knows that look in someone’s eyes. He groans when you fingers brush over a nipple delicately, his cock twitching in interest. 

You smile softly when he groans, adding your other hand to the effort of caressing him. You trail your hands along his chest, pressing your palms onto it so you can feel his rapid heartbeat. “Can I kiss you?” You ask softly, meeting his eye and he inhales sharply. He has never been kissed before. He doesn’t know if you’ll be happy with his kiss but he nods and you carefully lean in to brush your lips against his.

Din shudders, inhaling as your lips caress his and his hand comes to hover around the back of your neck before he touches you. Groaning when your kiss firms up, and his eyes flutter closed, just absorbing the almost overwhelming sensation of your lips on his. The idea that his lips might be dry has him sliding his tongue out to wet them and gasping when your tongue touches his. 

He seems so hesitant and you enjoy how he exhales into your mouth when you become bolder, sliding your tongue into his mouth. Your hands slide up to wrap your arms around his neck. You kiss languidly, in no rush to move things along. You like how sloppy he is, making you feel in control, and you tangle your fingers in his hair, tugging on it.

The moan Din lets out is pathetic, nearly a whimper but you seem to know that he loved it. Pulling on his hair again and moving closer to him. His cock is rock hard, poking you in the stomach as you press against him. Making him blush as he pulls away, “sorry.” He rasps out, hating that he can’t control himself.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” You promise, “I like it. I like that I’ve affected you so much.” You press yourself against him, trapping his cock between you. Loving how big he feels against your tummy. “Tell me what you want, Din.” You murmur, pressing kisses along his jaw.

Din’s lashes flutter and he moans, his cock pulsing against the soft skin of your belly. “I want-“ he starts, panting when you nibble on his ear. “Dank ferik.” He hisses. “I want to- to let you touch me. To touch you.” He’s touched people before but it’s always been through the layer of his glove. “Fuck you.”

You smile against his skin, able to read him like a book but you love hearing him say he wants to fuck you. "I want you to fuck me." You confess, kissing along his neck and you reach between you to wrap your fingers around his cock, squeezing him. "You can touch me wherever you want." You tell him breathily, desperate to feel his hands on you.

Din hisses, barely able to keep from thrusting into your grip. “Fuck, fuck.” He feels you wrap your legs around his waist and he loves the way your skin slides against his. Turning to sluice through the water to shore, he ducks his head and starts kissing any part of you his lips can touch. Carefree in a way Din has never been before, able to just feel and prioritize pleasure over everything else. It’s freeing, you’re freeing.

He lays you down on the sand and you caress his back as he kisses along your chest, down to your breasts. He’s sloppy and eager, making you gasp his name as he takes your nipple into his mouth. You can tell he’s fumbling but his enthusiasm makes up for it. “Maker.” You pant, arching your back into his mouth and his cock twitches against your thigh.

Din has never tasted anything like the taste of your skin, covered in the fresh water and sand. It’s musky and salty, making his moan as his tongue flicks over the hard peak of your breast. Your response spurs him on and he wants to keep suckling at you until you push him away.

You push at his chest and shift so he lays down. He follows your silent request, pliable and eyes full of awe. It makes you feel powerful and wanted. You shift to straddle him, bending over to kiss along his chest. “Din. You are so beautiful.” You lick along the various scars and blemishes covering his skin until you are kneeling between his thighs. You wrap your hand around his impressive cock, fingers not able to touch with how girthy he is, and you lean in to wrap your lips around the head of his cock.

“Dank ferik!” Din whines, eyes blown wide and entire body jolting in pleasure. Without the armor on, he’s stripped of all his defenses and unable to stop himself from talking. “Fuck, oh fuck.” He pants, digging his fingers into the sand under him to keep from grabbing you. Your breasts rub against his thighs and he swears that you are a sorcerer, just like the Jedi, as you lap at his cock. He’s never trusted someone to suck his cock, it made him too vulnerable, but you think he’s just a man and he can’t believe this is what he’s been missing.

You love how wrecked he looks and you haven't even started. Deciding to take him deeper, you widen your jaw and look up to meet his dark gaze, his mouth open as he pants out harsh breaths. It's gorgeous and you want him to remember this moment forever. You want to sear this into his memory. You can sense he's holding back so you lift off of his cock, "you can touch me," you tell him and resume your attempts to take him deeper down your throat.

His hand shoots down to cradle your jaw, cupping it and pressing his fingers to the hinge of your jaw. Making you open your mouth so he can see his cock. “Fuuuuuuck.” He hisses, overwhelmed by how good you look like that. “Are you enjoying sucking my cock?” He groans out.

You hum around him, letting him know you do. You usually don't do this. Your last boyfriend was - Maker knows how long ago. You aren't one for casual but Din seems to bring something out inside of you. You whimper when he grabs the back of your neck and pushes you further down his cock. You choke but try to breathe through your nose to swallow around him.

“Fuck- I - I never -I never had someone do this.” He growls out the confession, eyes burning into yours. You seem to make him want to confess everything, to bare himself even more. “So good.” He pants. “I want to try.” He promises you. “After- after I fuck you.”

You moan around his cock, looking forward to touching you. You’re dripping wet and aching for his touch. His hands are surprisingly soft, making you think he wears gloves. “Fuck. I- I don’t want to cum down your throat.” He admits, knowing he won’t last long if you keep sucking him like that. You reluctantly pull off of him, not wanting this to end too soon, and you kiss up his stomach, loving the slight belly he has, and you eventually press your lips to his. Straddling him so his cock is pressed between you.

He isn’t a virgin, but there is something that about the way you notch his cock at your entrance and start to stink down on him has his toes curling into the sand. His fingers dig into your hips and he groans your name as his voice breaks. It’s hot and tight and wet, probably more so because he can feel everything. Nothing is hidden behind the layers.

You moan, sinking down onto him until he’s fully inside of you. Your walls flutter around him, and you whimper his name. Your hands caress his chest, admiring the tattoo he has etched into his skin. “Feel so good.” You pant and lift your hips, starting a slow pace to ride his cock.

The view is different without that display from his helmet. The colors are more brilliant and without any of the information coming up on the screen. He just…watches. You’re gorgeous as you gallop on his cock, using him for your own pleasure and giving him more than he ever dreamed possible. Making him try to move with you, chasing the heat of your cunt when you lift off of him.

You love how his fingers will leave bruises, how you’ll know he was inside of you tomorrow with every move you make. “Oh Maker. You- you feel so good.” You pant and rock your hips, leaning forward to press your chest against his, your lips seeking his with an eagerness you’ve never felt.

Din jerks his head back on instinct and then lunges forward to kiss you. Most often someone coming towards his face was either trying to remove his helmet or head butt him. Not with you though. Your tongue slides into his mouth again and he twitches deep inside you. Moaning into your mouth as he sloppily tries to copy the flicks of your tongue.

You don’t care that he seems inexperienced, you love being able to take control, to show him what to do. His tongue flicks against yours and you grind back onto him. “Fuck.” You pant into his mouth when the new angle has his pelvis grinding into your clit and his cock angled against that spot inside of you that makes you cry out against his mouth.

The second that Din feels you clench around him, he knows that this is the angle that is going to make you cum. Grabbing the back of your neck, he angles his hips to keep pressure on your clit, loving how you grind down on him. You’re more enthusiastic and responsive than any other person he’s fucked. Making him want to make you scream his name. A memory he can take with him when he leaves.

You squeal, letting him position you, and you frantically grind back onto him. You’re so close. You pant, eyes squeezed shut, until you’re crying out against his jaw. “Fuck!” You wail, clamping down on his cock, thighs shaking and you can’t seem to move anymore, your body freezing as you clamp down on his cock and soak him.

“Dank ferik!” Din wraps his arms around you, thankful that the water had hard packed the sand right where he is laying. Letting him thrust up into you when you seem incapable of moving. Loving how your moans pitch up in octave every time he fills you to the hilt. Every nerve ending in his body alight with need as he chases his own release.

“I- I have an implant. Cum inside of me. Please. Cum inside of me.” You plead, letting him use your body and extend your orgasm. “Please Din.” You ramble, pressing your lips to his, loving how he’s holding you close.

“Fuck, Mesh’la.” Din gasps against your lips and his hips work even harder, pistoning up as hard as he can. Tightening his hold on you while the loud squelch of your cunt is all he can hear along with the roaring thunder starting to build in his blood. “Gonna- fuck, gonna fill you uuuuuuup!” He cries out, body tightening as he pulls you down in his cock one last time and stays buried inside you, pumping you full of his cum.

You collapse against him, head pressed against his as his cock pulses inside of you, and you sigh against his chin. “Fuck.” You pant, out of breath, and when his cock finally stops pulsing, you kiss his jaw. You’re exhausted and boneless but in an incredible way. “Maker. That was - wow.” You giggle, amazed that he made you cum so hard. No other lover has made you feel like this.

Din hums, closing his eyes and panting as he tries to catch his breath. Stroking your back lazily because he’s unable to stop touching you. “Very…wow.” He agrees, more relaxed than he’s ever been in his life. The water laps at his feet gently and the breeze cools his heated skin. It’s paradise and he’s reluctant to move from this spot.

You kiss him softly, glad he enjoyed himself as much as you did, and you are about to slide your tongue into his mouth when you hear a coo. You pull back, looking up to see a small creature with big eyes and even bigger ears staring at you and Din. “Maker!” You shriek, shifting off of Din and you grab your towel to cover yourself up.

“Grogu.” Din had rolled over, about to face whatever danger was coming bare assed, only to be faced with his son. He drops his head slightly as the baby starts toddling over. “This is- this is my son.” Din explains. “I care for him.” Reaching out as soon as the baby toddles close enough, he snatches him up. Watching as the large black eyes get even wider and he coos as he reaches a three fingered claw out to touch Din’s face. “Sorry, he was still asleep.” He tells you. “You know you’re supposed to stay with the ship.” He scolds Grogu lightly, aware the child does what he wants.

You step closer now you know it’s his son. “He looks just like you.” You tease and Din snorts. You reach out to gently caress his ear and he coos at you, reaching up to press his claw to your face, his other hand still pressed to Din’s. You feel a surge of electricity run through you and you gasp, your eyes meeting Din’s. “What was that?” You ask, eyes wide and Din sets Grogu down to grab a towel. 

“Nothing.” Din rushes out and you are confused by his change in demeanor. 

“I will see you tomorrow?” You ask and he nods, picking Grogu up again. “Okay. I’ll see you soon. Bye.” You wave at the child who coos and offers you a toothy smile.

“You can’t do that.” Din scolds as he walks back to the cave where his armor is hidden. “Your Jedi powers shouldn’t be used on everyone.” Grogu coos up at him and Din sighs, knowing the child is hungry “yes, we’ll get you something to eat.” He tells him, wondering if he will see you tomorrow. 

****

“Dank ferik.” Din moans, sitting up this time with you in his lap, his cock buried inside you as he bites along your shoulder. “So fucking good, don’t want to leave.”

“Don’t.” You beg breathlessly, rocking your hips and your hands grip his shoulders, “don’t leave. I don’t want you to go.” You confess, pressing your lips to his, sliding your tongue into his mouth. Your hips rock against his, nails scratching his skin.

He doesn’t want to go, he wants to stay here with you, but the Darksaber is in his possession. He was the leader of Mandalore. He needed to unite his people and more importantly, he needed to redeem himself in the Living Waters of Mandalore. “Have to.” He gasps when the kiss is broken. “Have to- to move on.”

You hate that he has to go. Certain you could love him. You’ve talked, in the aftermath of your lovemaking, you talk about the galaxy and your family, and he tells you what he can but you can sense he’s holding back. “Stay.” You plead, wishing you could convince him even though you can tell he has to go. You cup his cheeks, pressing your lips to his, and his hands slide down to squeeze your ass.

Din groans, wishing that he could, leaning in and kissing you harshly. Biting your bottom lip and then soothing it with his tongue as he rocks his hips up. “I would.” He gasps out. “If-if things were different. I would stay.” He imagines it, staying and raising Grogu here and marrying you. Having children with you and raising them without his helmet.

You feel tears sting in your eyes, knowing that this man will be leaving tomorrow. It makes your heart break. You have fallen for him and you know it’s going to hurt you to watch him go when you could so easily picture spending the rest of your life with him. You don’t say another word as you focus on how he feels inside of you, wanting to memorize the smallest detail, down to his breathing and the way he smells, his scars and the way his hands caress your skin. “Oh Maker.” You pant, feeling yourself getting close and you whimper, not wanting to cum because when you do, he will and you know he will leave you.

There’s a desperation in the way you move together. The week spent swimming and fucking meaning more to him that he could ever explain. Feeling closer to you than anyone, ever. Din holds you close, rocking his hips up and mumbling words into your skin. Praises, words in Mando'a. Telling you how he feels without voicing the words. His grip bruising and his kisses desperate.

You don’t recognize what he is murmuring into your skin, words like “mesh’la” and “cyar’ika” and “riduur.” You don’t know what they mean but the way he says them has you clinging to him. “Oh fuck. Din. Im going to -” You grind down on top of him and stop, not wanting to cum just yet. 

“Come on baby.” He murmurs, grabbing your ass to help you move and you let him drag you down and lift you on his cock. 

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Fu-” You choke, burying your face in his neck as you clamp down on his cock.

Din groans out your name, cumming right behind you. Holding you tight as he rolls his hips up and empties himself into you. Loving how you take every drop of his cum and whine as his seed coats your walls. Holding onto you and wrapping himself around you as both ride out your high.

You wrap your arms around him, holding him close, and you feel his heart beating as fast as yours. You don’t say a word, just breathe him in, and you savor these last moments you’ll have with him before you return him. You’re not sure you could ever come to this beach again to swim after he leaves, he will haunt you here.

“This has been the best time of my life, mesh’la.” Din murmurs softly, his hands splayed across your back as he holds you against him. Not wanting to break the contact because it will be the last time he touches you like this. Skin to skin. He pulls back and stares into your eyes. “I’ll never forget it.” He can’t promise to come back, he doesn’t know what will happen, and he doesn’t want you to wait for a ghost.

You kiss him, soft and sweet, and you delay his departure back to his ship for as long as possible, memorizing those dark brown eyes, tracing his tattoo and the way he smiles when you run your finger along his nose. When the breeze turns cold, you shiver and he lifts you off of his lap, “come on, cyar'ika. Let’s get dressed.” He grunts as he stands up, reaching for your clothes, and you slowly dress. 

Once you’re dressed, you reach up to cup his cheek, “goodbye Din. May the force be with you.” You murmur, recognizing the force in Grogu and you haven’t asked him any questions but you assume that his son is part of the reason he has to leave.

“May…the force be with you.” Din murmurs, trying to school his face so the shock isn’t obvious. Reaching for you one last time, he pulls you close and kisses you tenderly, not a kiss of passion but one of love. “Take care of yourself, cyar'ika.” He begs softly, letting you go and turning around so he can walk to the caves to get dressed for the last time on this planet.

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It’s been a restless night, tossing and turning when you think of Din leaving you in the morning and you know you can’t let him go. You’ll follow him across the galaxy, no questions asked. You wake up as the sun rises, rushing to get ready and gather a pack full of things. You say goodbye to your family, acting like it’s another day, and rush to the place you know his ship is parked. “Din! Din!” You shout, rushing up to the only ship in the clearing and you pant to try and catch your breath. A few months later, a man clad in armor appears and your heart stops, making you backup a little. “I- I’m looking for Din Djarin.”

Underneath the mask, Din had broken out into a smile before he appeared in front of you. Happy to hear your voice and hoping that you were going to tell him that you would come with him. That you wanted to be with him wherever he had to go. Until he steps out and your face changes. He sees the fear fill your eyes and you step back from him, wary of the man in front of you. Mando. The same reaction he gets from most. Instead of removing his helmet, Din shakes his head, lowering his voice through the modulator. “He left.” He tells you curtly, heart aching because he knows that he loves you. It’s for the best though, you are scared of the beskar, scared of who he really is. Din Djarin is just an illusion.

Your heart breaks at the news that Din has already left. The Mandalorian looks like he could snap you in two and you know he won’t want you sobbing in front of him. “Oh, uh, okay. If - if you happen to see him, can you tell him I wanted to come with him? If you see him…tell him I love him.” You tell the Mandalorian even though you know he would likely never see Din, you felt like you had to tell someone. Even if it was the imposing beskar clad Mando.

He doesn’t trust himself to answer, instead he just nods once. Watching you and memorizing your face. It’s different through the HUD and he doesn’t like it as much as looking up at your face without the separation. The news that you loved him fills his heart with joy and sorrow, hating that he can’t have what he wants. After staring for a long minute, Din turns around and starts to finish closing up the panels on the star fighter to get it ready for take off.

You stand there, watching the star fighter engines start and you swallow as the tears start to stream down your cheeks, mourning the future you could’ve had with Din. You’re not sure why you watch the Mandalorian go but just as he lifts up from the ground, your eyes widen. “Grogu?” You gasp, seeing Din’s son pop up in the back seat and you glance back at the Mando, putting two and two together. “Wait! Wait!” You shout as the starfighter lifts higher. “Din! Stop!” You scream, begging him to hear you but the engines are too loud and he doesn’t look down at you. You’re helpless, unable to do anything except watch him disappear into the sky and off into the galaxy. 

“Goodbye Din Djarin.” You sob, sinking down to the ground to cry your heart out. You’ll never forget him, the man known to the rest of the galaxy as a bounty hunter, a Mandalorian, the Mand’alor. To you, he was simply Din Djarin.

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[A grin that’s not so warm...] - Inverted Sun Oneshot

Summary: You left something really important in the daycare, the problem is...the lights are ON and something is inside waiting for you. Fandom: FNAF Security Breach (AU: Inverted Sun) Characters: Inverted!Sun and Reader (no relationship) Warnings: Bruises and bodily injury are noted, but not too in detail. Length: 6K A/N: “Here you go, @glitchysquidd ! I’m Cosmica and I finished that writing I wanted to do for you! I hope you enjoy it! I’ll cross post it to my AO3 as well.” --Story Below--

Fuck your life. Why did this have to happen on the night right before the weekend? You silently grumble as you look into the daycare through the sound-proof windows. Your eyes squinting as you see a familiar reflective glint of your car keys sitting on top of one of the kid-sized tables in the depths of the daycare. Sitting there. Mocking you in the light.

Yes. In the lights of the Superstar Daycare.

It may not seem unusual, the place was still about an hour from closing and your shift wasn’t over until 30 minutes after closing…so what was the big deal? Well…the daycare was normally dark and the Moon animatronic tended to be inside…and you were warned countless times to never go into the daycare when the lights were ON. It was an unusual request, but one you followed nonetheless. You still needed your job after all. But now, you were in a serious pickle. The daycare lights have switched to their ‘day cycle’ and you left a valuable item inside the daycare that was essential in getting you back home. Maybe you’ll finish your tasks next time before getting distracted by Moon next time…or just start checking your pockets more often. You could just run in there really quick and snatch your keys and leave just as fast as you came. But you have a very vivid memory of…something wandering the daycare in the light.

Something very…unsettling. You still remember seeing it once when you were passing by on your nightly route to collect gum from under the tables in the arcade. A large form was walking about the daycare. Something that looked…unnatural. Large and shadowy…with spikes on its head and a lumbering stride …with tiny glowing red eyes and a wide unnatural smile. Dressed in faded reds and bleached yellows. It was 12 feet in height, just like Moon was…but it wasn’t Moon. While you were squinting to get a better look, you saw it gaze in your general direction. You never dove behind a wall so fast to hide and your heart was thundering loudly in your chest from the encounter. You just felt like you were in danger while in that…thing’s line of sight.

Thankfully, you didn’t have a task that involved being near the daycare that night. You didn’t even look around the corner. You merely left the vicinity of the daycare as soon as you could. But now…you had to go inside the belly of the beast to retrieve your car keys that you stupidly forgot. You anxiously wiggle your leg and pat your face a couple of times. Trying to psych yourself up enough to open the large wooden doors that stood between you and the inside of the illuminated daycare. ‘In and out…In and out…just run in there and grab the keys as quietly as you could then leave. In and out…in and out…I gotta do this, I can’t walk home or stay here overnight…’  You mentally think, staring at the door handles once more. ‘You can do it, you can do it. It’s not around, but you can do it. The longer you wait the worse it’ll be. Just go in…’ You take a deep breath as your heart rate has already begun to elevate. You reach for the handle and, as painfully slowly as you could, you open the large wooden doors. They let out minuscule creaks as they’re opened and once the gap is big enough, you slip inside the daycare and close it with just as much care. You wince a bit as the large door clicks in place, but once nothing happens, you turn around to see the lit daycare on the inside for the first time. It was…surprisingly filthy. Lots of the play structures were covered in a thin layer of grime and even some of the fairy lights that were strewn about had some wear and tear on them. Possibly from kids tugging and pulling on them. There were various faded stains of unknown origin speckling the tiles and the floor mats. Dust and filth could be seen in the cracks and crevices on some of the play structures, giving this place a very…neglected feel. If a Health Investigator saw any of this, there would be no doubt that Bonnie’s Pizzaplex would be fined for healthcode violations. But the only thing you could think of while you walked through the play area towards your keys was ‘Damn Moon, you live like this?’. Were the mystery stains possibly juice? Crayons? Sauce from meals? Wait…was that one a little too…black to be…no! No! No! Focus! Get your keys and leave! You shake your head and refocus your attention on the sparkling keys that were donned with your favorite trinket, you picked up the keys with a silent victory shout. Jingle, Jingle, Jingle… You take a moment to pause and look around. Your ears are listening to something…ringing? Like a bell? You shake your keys lightly in response to the jingling, thinking that it was simply them, but when the sounds don't match up you begin to nervously look around the illuminated daycare. You tune into your surroundings as you tiptoe away from the children's furniture. Slowly making your way back to the large wooden doors as you listen to the atmosphere of the empty daycare. There’s an audio track playing in the background over the speakers that sounds like…a song? It was muffled and sounded like it was struggling to play in some places, but it definitely was a song. Besides that, there was only the soft padded sounds of your tiptoes meeting the playmats as you walked over them. Then, you hear it again. The jingling…except it sounded louder. You freeze in place to listen. Jingle, Jingle, Jingle… Jingle, Jingle, Jingle…

Then, there came a sudden feeling of dread as you felt your heartbeat skyrocket as the jingling sounded closer than ever. You hurried to step into the play structure that was lined with netting and pillars that were covered in thick cushioning. Hiding behind the coil of a slide as you hear it draw nearer. Then, the jingling was accompanied by something that made your blood grow cold. Large footsteps. Thud, Jingle, Thud, Jingle… Thud, Jingle, Thud, Jingle… Then, it emerges from somewhere on the opposite side of the play structure. A tall lumbering figure with red pins for eyes and a face that bore a grin filled with ill intentions steps out into the main area in between the play structures. Right where you were standing not moments ago. You cover your mouth and hold your breath as it looks around. The large way-too-sharp-looking blades spin around its head and creak as its eyes flick back and forth across the daycare. The bells on its body barely make any noise as it coils its head around on the bendable neck. It can be seen twitching as you silently and slowly slink further into your hiding place. Now you know how those kids in Jurassic Park felt. You stay there as it stands not too far away from you. Ducking down as its head swivels in the direction of your hiding place. You hold your hand tightly over your mouth as you can see the shadow of it on the floor not too far away. You try not to panic and you struggle to keep your breathing under control. Your ‘fight or flight’ instinct tells you to get up and run from the danger. However, you stay put. Hiding and praying it does not find you. But you aren’t that fortunate now, aren’t you? Guess you must’ve been an unfortunate expendable extra today. Because a sudden chill runs down your spine and there’s another wave of dread that emerges deep within you. A powerful sense of being watched makes you shudder and you dared to look over your shoulder. Eyes. The eyes of the menacing animatronic were staring down at you from around the curvature of the slide. With a wide grin filled with too many teeth and eyes like a shark that stare into your very soul. Your gazes locked briefly before you let out a loud scream as it lunges at you and grabs your forearm tightly in its grasp. Pulling you out of your hiding place, you dangle from its steely grip like a useless ragdoll. Your eyes were wide with fear as you felt the pain hit you seconds later as it carried you by your one arm back out into the open. The open where you were in the light. Where you were exposed. 

You were placed down, roughly mind you, yet it’s grip didn’t release from your forearm. You stare up at the 12 foot horror as you tremble slightly before it as it studies you with those eyes that change over to a bright yellow with a single white pupil in one. A moment of silence passes before the rays spin in rotation once and the robot lets go of your arm, but scoops you up into its tight and unyielding embrace instead. Making you gasp and stutter in both pain and shock. The robot spins you around with just its torso, giving you a bit of whiplash as the robot finally speaks for the first time ever. “I found you!!” The robot says with the tone of a crazy showman, jittery and unhinged. “You…you ‘found’ me??” You could only say as he finally ceases the spin cycle he had you in. “Oh yes, yes, yes! You’re here so very very late, why? Are we having a sleepover? Are you waiting for your parents?” The giant robot fires off, his eyes a bright yellow as his lone pupil flickers in his socket. You could only stand in stunned silence as the robot pretty much threw you through 3 different loops. First, it says that it ‘found you’ just like you two were playing a game or something. Secondly, you work the nightshift. Aren’t all the robots in the facility supposed to be aware of this so they don’t alert security or call the cops? Lastly, where were your parents?? You’re an adult! Your silence seems to slightly irritate the large terrifying animatronic, but it just hums in a slightly indifferent manner. “A rather shy one, aren’t you? That’s alright! Don’t worry, little one! I’ll keep you company until your parents arrive to pick you up!” The large robot clicks its non-existent tongue as his large hands keep firmly holding you up from under your arms. You blink dumbly at him. Was this thing for real? What is even happening right now?? This is…utterly terrifying, sure. But does it have a problem with its eyes? Maybe the facial recognition just wasn’t functioning? You never even came to the plex when you were a kid…just…what was WRONG with this thing? You see its yellow eyes flicker again. An early sign of impatience, you assume. “I guess you must be a child with parents that tell them not to talk to strangers. Which is very very good! Never talk to strangers, but I’m your best pal! I’m SUN!” The robot continues despite your silence. That made your ears perk up a bit. ‘Sun’? So this robot certainly wasn’t Moon…was there two different animatronics? Why haven’t you seen Sun in the daycare if that’s the case? Was he discontinued or something? “What’s your name, little one?” Sun inquiries, its head slowly tilting to the right. But it looked anything but innocent. You decided to not stay silent this time, afraid that you might make him angry. You introduce yourself and he seems to brighten up at you finally saying something to him in return. “Oh, Oh! What a lovely name! Now we’re no longer strangers!” He booms. You merely hold back the strong urge to roll your eyes. ‘Typical move that kidnappers do to take children away, dude.’ You think. Then, you find yourself yelping as he pulls you in close. Similar to how a child would be carried by their parents, you find yourself looking over his shoulder towards your freedom. Your anxiety grows as the large wooden doors grow farther and farther away the more ‘Sun’ walks. “We can play games all night until your parents come to pick you up~! Tag, Hide and Seek, Charades, Drawings, Cops and Robbers, Puppet Shows, Finger Paint, and we can drink Fizzy Faz until our heads explode!!” Sun rambles as you grow more nervous. You REALLY need to get out of here. This was simply getting ridiculously uncomfortable. You tap on his shoulder to get his attention. “Can you please put me down?” You say, wiggling a bit. “Oh? Does my best friend don’t like to be held? Sorry, sorry! Here–” To which he practically nearly THROWS you to the ground, in which you stumble slightly on your feet. “There you go! All better now! We can start playing some games now!” You grunt and huff, tired of being handled roughly by this jovial brute. Enough with this nonsense. “Sun…look. I’m not a kid!” You say, to which the large robot squints at you with his eyes. The yellow in them significantly grows paler as you steel your nerves and continue. “I’m an adult! An employee even! I still have other tasks to do before my shift is over. I just came in here to get the keys for my car!” You explain. You even pull out the keys to show them to the large robot. Holding them out with your fingers as the trinket dangled from the keyring. You really hoped that the bot would just…leave you to get back to work. Sun looks at the keys then back at you, before suddenly yanking them away from you. You stare in pure shock as the large sun-themed robot waggles a long finger at you in a ‘no-no’ manner. Like one a mother would give a mere child. “Back Talking is rude, sunshine. As a punishment, I’m taking your toy. You can have it back when you behave.” Sun scolds. “I–What?! Hey!” You snap, jumping up to try and get your car keys back. Obviously, the 12 ft animatronic had no issues keeping them out of reach. “Give them back! I need those!” “Ah, ah, ah! No can do!” Sun’s faceplate turns at an angle as his yellow eyes flicker again. You grow frustrated as your attempts to get your keys back go nowhere. “It’s not a toy, Sun! Those are my car keys! Give them back!!” You say as you continue to jump. “No. No. Keep it up and I’ll have no choice but to put you in…” As you make for another attempt to grab your keys, you suddenly find yourself being stared down upon with a blackened pair of eyes that make you freeze. “In time out.” Despite the childish nature of the threat, the glare that the robot was giving you was far from anything so innocent. Deep in its black eyes…you could see malicious intent. How could a robot with a stiff faceplace look so…angrily tense?? You freeze and after a moment to think it over, you slowly nod in submissiveness, holding back your remarks to the best of your abilities as Sun squints at you and wordlessly attaches your car keys to one of the ribbons around his hands. Then, he pats your head like a dog. As much as you wanted to bite him, you knew it would be a death sentence. So you sit there and take it. “Good. Good. Now, let's begin to play some games! Hurry, Hurry!” Sun urges as he forcefully turns you around and begins to push you further into the daycare for a round of games. You could only look at your keys longingly before you were subjected to his will. Just how were you going to get out of the daycare with this nightmare-fuel animationic constantly bugging you? Let alone do it in the next hour? You just hoped you could figure something out until then. You just needed to ‘behave’ long enough to get your keys back from Sun and book it out of the daycare. When the first opportunity to grab your keys shows up, you would take it.

Well…that was the plan originally. Now you were practically bruised, scraped, sore, and tired all at once. These “games” that Sun was subjecting you to was nothing short of unusual torture. The first thing you both played was ‘tag’. In which, the image of a large hulking 12 ft animatronic with a demented face chasing after you would now forever haunt you in your nightmares and while you sleep. He also wasn’t gentle in grabbing you. Your shoulder still felt like it was pulled out of its socket because of him grabbing you so harshly. The next game was ‘catch’. Sounded simple, right? Not quite. Sun had decided to utilize the painted softball that the children in the daycare would play with while they were playing freeze tag. It should’ve been easy. What you didn’t expect was for Sun to throw the softball at what looked like MACH SPEED and nail you in the chest. The force of the impact threw you back into the ballpit and nearly knocked you out. Your chest is sporting a large bruise now. At least Sun was happy that you caught the ball. You managed to convince him to give you a break with a drawing activity, but it didn’t last long until he had you playing ANOTHER game. Now you found yourself knocked back on your ass again after playing ‘cops and robbers’. You, sadly, were the robber. Sun didn’t hold anything back when he tackled you. Causing you to skid roughly on the floor and give you a major case of floor rash on your side and hip. The bruising was also pretty bad. That was when you decided that you needed to just get OUT of here. This robot was going to kill you! Sun practically gave meaning to ‘someone will die of fun’ and like hell it was gonna be you. So now here you are. Currently sitting in your ‘jail cell’, which was just a little box that Sun had covered over the top of your head, and you begin to think of a plan to get your keys from Sun and escape. You just…you can’t get AWAY from this robot! He’s always around, waiting for you to get up and play another stupid game! Sometimes he would even force you to your feet, even while dazed. Even now, out of the corner of your eye, he’s sitting not a foot away from you. Staring into your soul with those yellow eyes, just waiting for you to say ‘I wanna be a good citizen’ to get out of jail. At least in this moment in time, you manage to have a moment of respite from his constant badgering and beatdowns. Your eyes flick to your keys. To which, your car keys are still firmly attached to his ribbon. Reaching out and grabbing them would just be an invitation for him to give you an ass-whooping, if he doesn’t just flat out murder you first, so you refrain from doing that. You were running out of time and needed to get out of here. He has held you prisoner for almost 40 minutes now. Chasing, grabbing, tackling, and exhausting you at every step he could. Even now, you could see his finger tapping with growing intensity and impatience. You glance around the daycare, weighing your options. You could go for the doors…but Sun was FAST and he would no doubt catch you if he wasn’t compromised first. There’s also a good chance he may have locked them, seeing as you saw him hanging around the doors when he put you in ‘jail’. You could go for the slide…but there’s a chance you’ll slip and fall right back into the daycare and right into the embrace of this killer animatronic. Moon was nowhere to be seen, so you’ll doubt he’ll even be of help. Then…something piques your interest. The play structures. The structures were just close enough to where the glass of the windows ended and the loose netting of the guard-nets began. There was a sizable gap over the glass frame and under the netting that you could fit through…but there was a decent fall on the other side. By now, you’ll take a broken limb over being run down to death by Sun. Now how to get him over to them…? . . . Then, you get an idea. You just hope it works. “I want to be a good civilian.” You finally say to the impatient Sun. “Ho Ho! You took a while!” Sun says with a hint of impatience in his voice as he rips the box off your head and forcefully makes you stand again. “Come, Come! We must play another game!” “Okay, then I want to play ‘hide and seek’ again.” You agree, to which Sun seems to grow excited. Since he was the only one ‘picking’ the games for a while there, aka all night. “Good choice! Good choice!” Sun praises and you hurry to cut him off. “And you’re it.” You continue. Sun seems taken aback, but quickly agrees. Nodding his head. “Yes! I’m it! I’m it!” He giddily agrees. It was a shame that he has some level of charm that’s quickly muted by his rough ways of ‘playing’ and his terrifying appearance. But that wasn’t gonna stop you from escaping. “Okay! I’m gonna go hide while you count to 20! You try to find me and no peeking!” You say in a falsely playful manner to which Sun nods eagerly in response. “1…2…” Sun begins to count as he covers his eyes. You run away from him as you stride over to the play structure. Taking a quick glance at the large double doors just to weigh your options and finding them BENT SHUT. Even from your place inside the daycare, you could tell the doors were jammed. There was NO WAY you would survive if you made this particular robot angry. If he was capable of bending doors of that size, he could snap your spine like a twig. You really needed to get out of here! You just hoped that this plan would work. “5…6…” You hear him continuing to count as you search the structure. Seeing as the top of the structure was nearly at the perfect height for you to grapple the ledge over the glass, you now quickly memorize the way up to the top of the structure. “10…11…” You search the lower part of the structure. Trying to find something REALLY specific…you hoped it had it. “14…15…” Then, you finally find it! A particular segment in the play structure had a gap between two segments that were lined with the black mesh netting that surrounded the inside of the play area. You could worm your way behind it and maybe…just maybe…Sun would get stuck long enough for you to get your keys and bail over the glass wall. While he was very big, strong, and scary…Sun seemed immature in his mannerisms and may not be too bright. If his facial recognition and delusional state would allow it, he would fail to assess the safety hazard before it was too late. “18…19…” You get into position and wait for Sun to come find you.Taking in a deep breath as Sun finishes. “20!! Ready or not, here I come!!” Sun loudly announces as you stand in plain sight in between the gap that would be the perfect clamp to keep Sun at bay. You wait, hearing heavy footsteps wander around just out of sight. The deep rhythmic thuds fill you with dread as you take in the situation. If you fail…you would not get away alive. If you fell wrong while bailing…you would probably die. If he was smarter than you thought…you would be subjected to more playful torture. This was a true night of horrors and you would probably be traumatized after this night. But if you do make it out alive…you would CERTAINLY keep a pair of spare keys on you after this. So, you take a long deep breath as you hear the sound of the footsteps growing louder and the sound of jingling bells and rattling keys fills your ears. You decided to cover your eyes with your hands, just as a kid would. Then…you hear him round the corner. You steel your nerves as he charges. Thud, thud, THUD, THUD, THUDTHUDTHUD–CLUNKSSHHH!! You nearly jump out of your skin at the sound and freeze for a second before removing your hands from your eyes. Then, you let out a loud yelp as you see Sun reaching through that gap like you predicted. Fingertips mere inches from your face, clenching desperately to grab you. The gap managed to catch his arm between his elbow and forearm, limiting his movement. You could even see the look on Sun’s face as he quickly grows puzzled and tries to grab you again. Then, you finally see what you managed to accomplish. Sun had even used the hand that had your clinking keys wrapped around the ribbon. Then, you suddenly spring into action amongst his confusion. You grab the extra black netting from your side of the structure and throw it over his hand. Quickly wrapping it up and tangling it around his fingers and wrist. Then, you FINALLY make a grab for your keys. Happily snatching them from the crazy robot and stuffing them back into your coat pocket. After pocketing the keys, and a chunk of his ribbon in the process, you pat your pocket in approval. Now you just need to maximize your efforts to get to the top of the structure and BAIL out of this hellhole! You slip out from behind the structure and you see Sun try to lunge for you, but he is held in place by his pinned and tangled arm. Then, you see it as you run past him. Black eyes with red pupils. Sun was MAD. “Sorry, Sun! I have to go home now!!” You hurriedly shout as you run away from the bottom of the structure and begin to head up the ramps to the higher levels. Then, you hear it. Sun’s TRUE rage. “Rulebreaker! Rulebreaker! RULEBREAKER!! YOU ARE GOING TO TIME OUT!!!” You hear him roar furiously as you feel the entire structure shake. The only thing you could think of was ‘holy shit he was strong’ and ‘I gotta get the hell outta dodge like right NOW’. Adrenaline fuels your endeavor as you continue to ascend the structure. Despite the shaking, you continue your climb and you begin to scale the elastic straps to get to the very top of the structure when you hear a horrible noise come from below and the whole structure BUCKLE. Your eyes widen as you hear the familiar sound of large footsteps begin to come up the structure. It barely held him for 2 minutes and now you were booking it up the structure even faster now that you know that a 12 ft homicidal robot was in pursuit. Finally, you make it to the peak of the play area. Once at the top, you take a few seconds to gauge the jump to the glass barrier and the netting that surrounds the enclosure of the daycare. The sounds of Sun tearing through the structure made you not even consider the fall to the ground below. You panic a bit before you look over the edge to see about 200 pounds of rage-fueled metal begin to climb out of the tube at the top. With speed faster than you could predict, the animatrionic began to climb the straps to get to you. “CLIMBING TO THE TOP OF THE PLAY AREA IS AGAINST THE RULES! ESCAPING THE DAYCARE IS PROHIBITED! TIME OUT! TIME OUT!!” Sun screams in fury. It was either you risk the jump or you get torn asunder by the angered Sun. One was much more preferable than the other. So… You decided just to say fuck it. You jump. There was a moment of weightlessness as you soar through the air, then you roughly impact the safety net that hangs from the ceiling and you have your lower torso slam into the glass of the barrier. You gasp as you feel winded, but you manage to grapple onto the safety net and the top of the barrier. Still fueled by adrenaline, you worm your way over the barrier and half-hazardly roll your body over the frame of the glass panes. There was a brief freefall before the sound of a table being absolutely obliterated filled the room. You lay there in the splintered remains of the table. Letting out a wheezy breath of air as the pain managed to break through the adrenaline. After laying there for a few minutes, you finally slowly sit up. You groan and whimper in pain..but you were OUT of the daycare AND you were alive! The best scenario. You take a few moments to stand up, whining as the pain blossoms all over your abdomen as you right yourself. The last thing you expected to do at work was WWE a dining table into wood chips, but you’ll see another day at least. You take a moment to breathe and you feel your pocket with your keys safely tucked away in it. You sigh in relief…then turn your head to the side. Seeing a large menacing figure looking at you from inside the glass. Large black eyes with burning red pinpricks for pupils stare back at you in furious hate. His posture was menacing, his grin tight, and his rays were fully extended and even almost seemed to be fluttering in representation of his barely contained anger. Almost like a frill. He briefly reminded you of the Dilophosaurus from Jurassic Park. To which you should probably stop comparing this scary ass robot to dinosaurs from a cinematic movie. You stare at him as you begin to limp your way to the exit, his lumbering form following you along the glass barrier. His gaze not moving away for a millisecond. As you were walking, you took a look at his arm, finding the ripped ribbon and the limb that was now sporting a new scraped paint job. In a way, you felt kinda bad. You pause for a second to catch your breath. Still seeing him stand next to you, you sigh loudly and look at the large menace behind the glass that kept following you. “Look. I’m sorry I had to bail on you, but you were hurting me and keeping me from doing my job. I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but you really did a number on me. I can’t just stay with you all night. I’m an adult and an employee. I have a job to do…well…I hope I still have a job. No doubt they’re gonna ask me about the table tomorrow…” You explain. Looking at the large robot on the other side as he silently peers at you with those pin pricks for eyelights. Quickly growing uncomfortable with his staring and silence, you continue. “I…I’m gonna go home now. See you…whenever, I guess.” You finish, continuing to limp around the outside of the daycare. The robot still followed you in silence. You managed to get around to where the jammed wooden doors were, making sure to give them a wide berth as there was no way you were risking getting grabbed, and headed towards the exit. You begin to slowly walk up the stairs to get to the atrium when you hear a distinct sound. Tap, Tap, Tap. You turn to look at the daycare one last time. Seeing the large crazed robot standing at the glass. Steadily tapping it with his finger. You watched as his now blackened eyes stared into your own. Like a cat’s eyes that were overly dilated. He tilts his stiff faceplate in his mockery of innocence as you stare at him. Then, he makes a motion with his hands. It almost looked like he was grabbing at the glass…but after a few more seconds, you realized that he was pretending that he was grabbing you. From his perspective, you must’ve been smaller and he was using his hand to grab you from his perspective. Like how fathers mess with their children with how they ‘eat cars’ on the highway. You then turn towards him and stick a hand out. Giving him a finger waggle, just like he did to you earlier. You also shake your head in disagreement. He pauses and squints at you. Then, he changes his position and begins to…wave at you. Surprised, you take a moment to consider it…before you turned away abruptly and began to walk up the stairs. Ignoring the feeling of being watched as you left the hellhole that nearly cost you your life. With a quick message to management from your phone that you took a nasty fall down a large staircase, with pictures of your bruises to prove that you were indeed injured, you were allowed paid medical leave to recover. Most likely to avoid a lawsuit, since you ‘fell down the stairs and suffered moderate to severe injuries’. In essence, you were relieved. You clock out for the night, ignoring all the concerned animatronics and staff bots as you exit the building with not a minute to spare. On the way to your car, the sound of the shudders being activated made you look over your shoulder while you walked. Finally, the horrible beast was safely sealed away and you weren’t stuck in there with it. Once you were settled in your car, you drove away and didn’t even bother to look back in the mirror. Intent on enjoying your days off to recover from the absolute brutal treatment that Sun gave you. The moment you got home, you practically raced to the bathroom cabinet for pain killers and got a bag of ice for your back. After that, you were getting ready for bed. However, you gasp loudly after you take off your uniform. Revealing the intensity of the bruises that surrounded your body. The gripping, the tackling, the dragging around, and the ultimate table slam…your body looked black and blue all over. You could only wince as you KNEW you were going to feel ALL of this in the morning. But once you are all prepped and ready for bed, you limp over to the edge of your mattress and decide to fish out the things from your coat pockets. As you wouldn’t be wearing the uniform for a while, you might as well wash it, right? So you pick out your phone, your wallet, your ID, and finally your keys. You set most of them on your bedside table and merely toss the garment into the floor. Not feeling like walking it to the hamper right at that moment. You got snug in your bed and began to get comfortable. However, it was only then did you realize something. Something that you knew was off. You quickly sit up in your bed and look back at your nightstand once more. Hey…where was your little trinket? You blink as you notice the empty keyring…and merely sighed. It must’ve gotten ripped off when you snatched your keys from Sun’s ribbon. It wasn’t a big deal. If all you lost tonight was just a little novelty item, you were willing to take that loss. You get cozy again and finally get comfortable enough to fall asleep in record time. That didn’t mean your dreams were peaceful, however. Cause even in your dreams, that terrifying animatronic was there looming over your helpless form. With its evil gaze and its unnatural and imposing stature. Hovering over your terrified form. Giving you a grin that was not so warm.

#fnaf security breach #inverted sun #inverted au #reader insert #Glitchysquidd #fanfic #fnaf #fnaf writing #my writing #haxorus imp #cosmica galaxy

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Hello! I wanted to know your opinion on a pairing. How do you feel about Mammon being paired with Mephistopheles?

Hi! I didn't know people shipped it but it's really not for me. I don't really care what other people ship so I hardly ever dislike a ship even if I don't ship it but now that you brought this to my attention - turns out it's one of those ships I just don't like :/

I'm usually big on canon facts and what those add up to (even if canon says "actually no♡" eg: all the evidence that Diavolo's into Lucifer despite canon saying he's into MC cos this is a dating sim) so for me Mephisto × Mammon doesn't really make sense...

I'll breakdown why I personally don't like it under the cut, so if someone sees this and gets pissed it's their fault :D

1. They genuinely dislike each other? And I'm usually up for enemies to friends to lovers (very much so! Probably my favourite ship trope! No matter how fucked up it is *gently sweeps my batman fics under the rug*) but umm not this time around... It just rubs me wrong for some reason🤷🏻

2. Mephisto called Mammon an idiot

• During the lesson where Mammon outsmarted EVERYONE

• Mammon genuinely gets upset when people call him an idiot (to the point that I had to write a 6k fix it fic after MC did so)

3. The first time we see Mammon & Mephisto interact is when Mammon comes to MC's defense because Mephisto is being a little shit to MC/kinda picking on them being human. Ever since then Mammon reacts like "🙄" whenever Mephisto enters the room.

a.) this is hilarious I'm so sorry

b.) Mephisto is one of the people who still didn't like MC being part of the exchange program and this is how Mammon (the least violent of the brothers even when violence is warrented) reacts to said people;

c.) the whole thing gives the energy of your best friend catching someone being a shit to you (in this case (fantasy) racist) and holding a grudge against them for you

4. Mammon's canonically had sexual partners before MC but no long lasting romantic partners. There are 3 things that canonically made Mammon attracted to MC as a romantic partner. Mephisto goes against 2 of those 3 things;

a.) Being kind towards Mammon

• Mammon has commented on MC's kindness to him multiple times - even commenting on how weird it is because no one else is that nice to him

• He has commented multiple times on how he can always count on MC & how they're the only one there for him

• This leads to him kind of listening to MC's advice above others because he trusts them - closing his eyes for his b'day surprise in 2020, steering the ship in the pirate event etc

• Whenever MC is even the slightest bit (genuinely - not in a teasing manner) mean to him it really hurts him and he shows it

• In the "Thanksgiving" event Mammon said the thing he values most about MC is their kindness towards him

• Mephisto has not being kind towards Mammon and has called him an idiot or something close, while in front of Mammon, at least twice

b.) Being partners in crime

• Mammon has singled MC out as his partner in crime at least twice (has actually used those exact words)

• He constantly takes them along on his schemes and/or ideas

• He needs someone there to go along with his shit

• I don't see Mephisto doing this at all?????? A person who is so rich they've never seen a hamburger before is not going to spend a day selling stolen tea on the sidewalk or stay up all night designing clothes or subject themselves to repeatedly pricking their fingers while trying and failing to mass produce hand sown panda bear plushies

5. Mephisto actually dislikes Lucifer

• For however much Mammon & Lucifer may fight, they're each others favourite brother. Mammon does care about Lucifer and what he thinks of Mammon.

• Mammon has tried multiple times to get MC & Lucifer to be closer (from setting them up on a date in a devilgram to finding the necklace MC gave Lucifer during his b'day to commenting on how MC & Lucifer should have a more enthusiastic reaction to each other when meeting after a while apart in the main story to telling MC where to find Lucifer when he was upset despite being pissed at Lucifer himself)

• Mammon absolutely needs someone he can honestly talk about Lucifer with (they have so many unaddressed issues that the game hints at but never goes in depth) and he does this with MC - from complaining about Lucife to talking about how great Lucifer is as a brother

6. Whatever the "love triangle" between Mephisto-Diavolo-Lucifer is

• You've played the game, you've seen it

• They get enchanted to dream about their fantasies and Mephisto dreams about Diavolo?????

• Lucifer is the only one who matches Mammon in the "oh god it's Mephisto🙄" department

• Mephisto & Lucifer's continuous dick measuring matches???? The way if Mephisto wasn't a nobleman and Lucifer wasn't literal Pride they would have thrown hands by now

So yeah, not my cuppa.

I don't ship it but Mephisto × Satan makes more sense only because they'll do it to piss the fuck outta Lucifer

#asks #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! #shall we date? obey me! #swd obey me #obey me mammon #om! mammon #swd mammon #shall we date mammon #om mammon #obey me! mammon #obey me mephistopheles #om mephistopheles #obey me! mephistopheles #om! mephistopheles #obey me lucifer #mammon x mc #shall we date obey me #swd obey me!

[ugetelynx]

20 questions for fic authors!

Was tagged by the lovely @wisecrackingeric-2 thanks eric <33

1, How many works do you have?

I only have 12 posted for now mainly cause I’ve been struggling to finish fics but I PROMISE I have a TON of content when I get around to finishing them :)

2, Ao3 word count?

94,524 lmao 😭 didn’t think it’d be that much with only 12 fics considering most are only around 1-4k in length with the occasional 6k (with 28-29k from my two multi chapter fics)

3, What fandoms do you write for?

Resident evil mostly, with the occasional genshin thrown in :)

4, What are your top five fics by kudos?

1. It Starts With Love (And It Ends With You)

2. We’ll Be Alright

3. Wake Me Up When It’s All Over

4. Blissful Body Worship (NSFW) (You need an account to read)

5. Tension (NSFW) (same thing, sorry but I try and limit the people who see my nsfw fics lmao)

5, Do you respond to comments?

Not at all the time!!!! 90% of the time I don’t know how to reply but TRUST I see EVERY SINGLE ONE <333 I may not respond but I can guarantee I’m probably giggling like a kid over it

6, What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m gonna have to say Love Me Like We Have It All on this one, while one fic has canonical character death in it, I’d still say this one is more angsty cause the other one is grief focused and this one is just ouchie at least to me!!

7, What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It’s gonna be We’ll Be Alright but it’s still a W.I.P so I’ll say my re4r rewrite (It Starts With Love (And It Ends With You)) has the happiest ending instead lmao

8, Do you get hate on fics?

Surprisingly no! Even when I wrote trans luis sex I’ve gotten nothing but support lol. One day though I’ll get to frame my first hate comment 🙏

9, Do you write smut?

Who do you think I am? Of course I do lmao. My only two published/finished nsfw fics are Blissful Body Worship and Tension, but I do have an re6 serennedy smut in the works along with a Great Gatsby x Serennedy au smut (same with some scaraxiao smut)

10, Crossovers?

Never done one, never plan too 🙏 I’ve made aus and such (points at my great gatsby x resident evil au) but i’ve never done crossovers nor plan too. Too much headache for me lmao

11, Ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

12, Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

13, Ever co-wrote a fic before?

Yes actually! My friend and I have been working on a genshin au fic but its currently on pause due to our irl lives

14, What’s your all time favorite ship?

*Looks up from my fifty serennedy drawings* Huh

15, What’s a wip you wanna finish but doubt you ever will?

My mermaid au that was supposed to be for @hamartia-grander’s serennedy week :(

I lost so much motivation during that time and despite being SO excited about my mermaid au I just couldn’t push myself to finish it and whenever I go back to try and finish it my mind blanks on where I wanna take the fic :(

Really sucks cause I adored the concept and my initial thoughts for the AU

16, What are your writing strengths?

I have. No fucking idea my friends can answer this one for me they read my fics before BAKCNSKC

17, What are your writing weaknesses?

Not knowing when it’s.. too many words. Or too little words 😓

I love have long descriptions cause they’re fun to write but I’ve been told it gets too much, but I also get told if I don’t write descriptions and such it makes it feel too short

So I struggle to find a medium if that makes sense

18, Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I’m learning Spanish for this exact reason :) I love having Luis speak Spanish in my fics so I’m learning both to better write it and to be able to communicate with my friends easier!

Big thank you to @mooseonahunt for helping me now and again with it!

19, First fandom you wrote for?

Resident Evil :) my first ever fic was my resi4make rewrite

20, Favorite fic you’ve written?

Not to toot my own horn but my current favorite fic is my how to train your dragon x resident evil au :) it’s a wip right now, and might even turn into a multi-chapter fic who knows! But so far I’m really proud with what I’ve got going!

[pbandjesse]

I had a good day off all things considered. The consideration being I am so sleepy. I almost feel like I have a cold. But it wasn't a bad day.

I had very few goals today. I wanted to clean. I wanted shake shack. And I wanted to go buy flat back earrings at old navy. And I would accomplish those goals.

I woke up this morning later then I like. But after we got home last night I ended up being up super late working on a planning document for Uganda. I think it's going to cost $6k. Which is rough but James thinks we can do it and James is much more frugal so I believe them. Hopefully I'm overestimating how much, but there are variables I just don't know yet. Like the hotel rooms because they are going to get a discount. And like what food will be. We also need visas and yellow fever vaccines. So I was up until 2 reading articles and writing up my findings. I would end up moving to the kitchen because James kept flailing in their sleep. Where Sweetp alerted me to a giant fucking bug. So large I actually woke James up to come get it.

But after that I went back to bed and actually was convinced there was a bug on my tablet and my heart rate went so high I was like. It's time to go to sleep.

When I did get out of bed I washed my faced and got dressed. And then I was right into cleaning. I started in the bathroom. I have found I am avoiding some stuff because my body hurts or I'm like afraid it'll make my body hurts. So I did not do the floors and I did not pull the box from under the sink or like the trash or anything. I did take the stuff out of the shower and cleaned the tub the best I could. But I am for sure being a big baby about anything that has to do with bending.

But I got good cleaning done. And finally started working on getting rid of some kitchen stuff. I decided the best way to do it was to pull out everything I don't want to get rid of. So then James can pair it down from there. I would clear out the cubbies so I could store them there for the time being. This would take a while though. Just moving stuff. I would have to go and get the ladder to get up to the hall shelf.

I would get a lot accomplished. And felt pretty good. I decided it was time to head out into the world.

I really liked my outfit and felt very cool. And was looking forward to shake shack. I was struggling a little when I got there though and was having trouble understanding people talking to me and I don't know why?? Everything just sounded garbled. So I got confused and didn't use the coupon I had which just made me upset with myself. But I'll save it for another time.

I did enjoy my food. I sat inside. I did spill some ketchup on myself but I tried to not let it bother me. For some reason the food made me cough like crazy. Which made me very uncomfortable. But I was trying to not let it stop me.

I went across the street to old navy and looked around for a while. I was surprised how expensive everything was even in the clearance. Old Navy clearance used to be so good!

I did find the earrings I wanted. I wanted flat back earrings and I am very happy with the ones I got. I may go back for another because I got two different ones and I didn't think I would love them as much as I am so now I want matching ones. The only real issue is they are internally threaded and are very hard to put on!! At least they make me feel pretty.

The coughing was making me feel super tired. And when I got home I was so tired I was dizzy.

I would have to spend like a half hour trying to get my broken hoop earring out with two pairs of pliers. Which was not fun and hurt my ears and then putting on the new earrings was a struggled it was tough. But I was so extremely tired.

So as soon as I could I got changed and got in bed and I was out.

I slept until 430. And when I woke up James was here. I don't know if it was the AC or what but my throat hurt so much. And I wanted something. James would get me ice cream and I asked for water but they weren't listening when I tried to tell them that my water bottle had lemonade in it and I yelled to the next room to grt their attention and hurt my throat and was just so upset I was just like. Leave me alone. And that wasn't nice. I would apologize and they would say it's okay but it's not fair that I let myself fall apart and be mean. Hate being mean.

James would order us pizza for dinner. I mostly wanted the salad I got with it. It was just nice sitting together and eating. James walked to go pick it up and apparently they didn't get the notification so they had to quickly make it and so the crust was a little soft but it was fun. I still liked it.

While James was gone I vacuumed and cleaned the kitty litter and refilled our hand soap. And it was a nice evening.

I would spend some time collecting things and putting stuff away. I restuffed my bear DJ because he had gotten so floppy. He's very full now.

I took a salt bath and watched a spooky video. And James met Lane downstairs to get some stuff together for James's philly bike ride tomorrow. I'm glad someone is acting as like a relief vehicle just in case. Makes me feel more secure.

And now we are in bed. And I am really hoping I can fall asleep quick. I love you all. Sleep well!!

[notchesandbullets]

Bakugou’s Birthday Bash Masterlist 2021 (My Works)

Fanart credit: @/t1k2h2r1 on Twitter

For Bakugou’s Birthday Bash Collab hosted by: @phasmwrites, @katsukikitten​, @bakugotrashpanda​, @lady-bakuhoe​, @jodrawssmut​, @ramen-rambles​. Ones that contain smut are marked properly, and those are 18+ only. 

Here’s the masterlist that has everyone else’s pieces!! 

A/N: @katsukis-sad-angel​, all of these are dedicated to you. i was driven to write these for you, partly because i know Bakugou’s your favorite and also because i wanted to show my appreciation for all your kind words and support ever since i started posting my stuff on here, so i figured a fic or two was in order to express my thanks but my ideas sort of got away from me. Bakugou’s really hard for me to write so he might be not the best written but! i hope you enjoy nonetheless 🥰!!

These were all written in the past month and edited rather quick to make the deadline for this, so I apologize for any spelling errors you may find.

[In the process of editing and proofreading as of May 17th; completed on May 31st].

complete word count in this collection: 127k

Vulnerability and Second Chances (Barbarian King!Bakugou x Omega!Reader) feat. Dragon!Kirishima

You are Bakugou’s birthday gift from the League of Outcasts given in spite to the Barbarian King. Instead of kicking you out when he finds out you’ve been lured here on purpose, he takes you in. He’s not supposed to fall in love with you. Love is weak. The war with the League is a long time coming, but when it finally comes time to put Shigaraki in the ground, will Bakugou’s strength be enough? Or will the king cobra’s forces overwhelm his own? (46.9k)

[18+] Red-Hot Jealousy (Bakugou x Reader) feat. Shinsou *SMUT*

Childhood friends separated in primary school, you and Bakugou are reunited at UA. But by then, he has a girlfriend and Shinsou is your best friend. Except... you’ve been misinformed. While Shinsou keeps trying to tell you that King Explosion Murder isn’t actually dating Pinky like you think, Bakugou has to get over his jealousy if he ever hopes to win you over and tell you how he really feels. (15.2k)

Wherever You Go, I Will Follow (Boxer!Metal Arm!Bakugou x Reader) Underground!AU

Bakugou doesn’t like to talk about what happened to his left arm. Years of fighting underground had made him harder than nails. Society was messed up. Children weren’t born, they were made and any who aren’t adopted are raised in mass orphanages. But you’re special. And you’ve chosen the light even though you’ve seen the darkness. Who else to get through to his heart other than someone like you? (7.8k)

A Soft Confession Draped in Ivory and Silk (Pro-Hero!Bakugou x Pro-Hero!Reader)

It’s been a few years since you’ve graduated UA. This was supposed to be a trouble-free reunion, except your reservations got screwed up and now you have to room with someone else while you're staying for the entirety of the trip. The weird thing is, everyone seems to have some kind of excuse as to why they can't let you sleepover in their room for the night. So, you decide on Bakugou's, the only person who can't say no because he hasn't arrived yet. But your actions have consequences and now you need to deal with all the feelings that you've been frantically suppressing as they resurface. (19.2k)

[18+] Guns and Roses (Mafia Boss!Bakugou x Escort!Dancer!Reader) *SMUT*

You’re just trying to make a living and get by. When Todoroki hooks you up with a job at Aizawa’s establishment to dance, you don’t hesitate to take it. But when a mysterious group of four men ask for your company one fine night, you can’t find it in yourself to say no to a particular ash-blond’s advances. (5.3k)

Ruined Plans (Boyfriend!Soft!Bakugou x Reader)

You get sick on the day of Bakugou’s birthday and he’s forced to take care of you. He has a hard time convincing you that it’s not a chore like you are led to believe but this circumstance opens up the window of opportunity for him to approach you with an issue he’s had a long time with your place. And it’s time to settle it once and for all. (2.2k)

Vintage Books and Midnight Promises (Tattooed!Bakugou x Bookworm!Reader) Modern!AU

Your days are brightened by the appearance of Eijirou and Izuku but you don’t recognize the tattooed man who accompanied the two children into your bookshop one day. But he finds his way into your heart and before you can stop it, you’re already in too deep for the man with tattoos that rippled like the purest form of water and smelled like blueberries hand-picked on the warmest day. (9.8k)

[18+] You Can’t Help Who You Love (Sub!Bakugou x Switch!Reader x Dom!Kirishima) *SMUT*

Bakugou’s birthday gift from you is a threesome with his best friend Kirishima when he lets it slip that he likes to be fucked in the ass. But something comes up and present a bigger problem than the one he’s currently got going on down there and with reassuring words and soothing touches, you pull the pieces together to understand what’s really going on. (5.9k)

Pure Affections Wrapped Up in a Dark Green Bow (Husband!Pro-Hero!Bakugou x Wife!Reader)

You had been married to Bakugou for a couple years now and you had a special present for him. But when he gets home, it’s clear that he hasn’t had the best day. You’re there, steady and strong for him to lean on for support and he does until he’s capable of standing on his own again. This is what love looks like. (6k)

[18+] Four is Better Than Two (TodoBakuDeku x Reader) *SMUT*

Due to your quirk, Bakugou’s stuck in the wall. Midoriya and Todoroki decide to fuck him to free him. (4.9k)

[18+] Birthday Cuckholding (Todoroki x Reader x Bakugou) *SMUT*

Bakugou expresses his interest in cuckholding one day when he’s drunk. It’s your job to make his fantasy come true when Todoroki agrees to fuck you in front of your boyfriend. (1.3k)

She’s Mine (Protective!Bakugou x Punk!Tattooed!Reader) feat. Erasermic

This is not the first time you’re seeing Bakugou’s family but it is the first time you’re meeting his grandmother, who is not the best company to be around. He comes to your defense after you stand up for yourself and he had no qualms about sticking his face in the old hag’s because he’d be damned if he lets anyone talk to you like that. You’re his. (3.2k)

#bakugou birthday bash #bakugou x reader oneshots #masterlist

[mypoisonedvine]

Love, Theoretically | Sebastian Stan x reader (chapter 10 - FINALE)

series masterlist

series summary: having lost your husband, sister, and best friend all to the same extramarital affair, you ran away to a secluded villa in the Hungarian countryside to write and get a little time away from the life you’d left behind.  you were only looking for peace and perhaps some inspiration for your novel, but instead you found an unlikely connection with the immigrant repairman– even though the two of you don’t speak the same language.

word count: 6k

warnings: implied smut, angst, fluff, romcom tropes, lots of swearing, pregnancy mention/minor breeding kink

note: click the asterisk for a hyperlink to a translation when the time comes

Six months later...

“It’s good!” she beamed, setting down the last chunk of pages and taking off her reading glasses. “Oh man, that ending hurt, but it’s really, really good!”

You leaned back into the plush chair and sighed with relief. “You think so?”

“It’s best-seller material,” she assured. “With some editing, of course. God, I can’t believe you were sitting on this for so long.”

“What are the biggest changes you want to make?” you asked.

“Well, I’m thinking we’ll cut the romantic subplot,” she mentioned in passing, like it was no big deal. “It’s distracting.

“Distracing?” you repeated. “Nia, it’s the story. It’s a romance.”

“I thought it was a thriller,” she frowned.

“A romance disguised as a thriller,” you corrected.

“Listen, I get what you mean, but I didn’t get this—” she tapped the nameplate on her desk: ‘NIA BROWN, HEAD PUBLISHER’ in shiny letters— “for nothing. I know what I’m talking about, and I know what your readers want. Violence, gore, drama!”

“It has all that!” you defended. “But it’s all there to talk about the real love he finds in her!”

“What do you mean ‘real love’?” she pressed flatly.

“I mean…” you pondered. “I mean love where you feel like a version of yourself that you actually like. Love where you feel unjudged, no precedents or caveats or back-up plans. Love that fucking hurts because you never wanted to rely on anything or anybody. Love that lives in silence because you don’t even need words.”

She furrowed her brow. “That… sounds nice, I guess, but I don’t think anybody really has that. Everybody needs a back-up plan. Everybody needs words— a writer should know that.”

“Oh my god. Oh my god,” you groaned, your face falling into your hands. “I’m so fucking stupid. Jesus Christ, I’m a moron.”

“What? What’s going on?”

“I had that! I had that, and I let it go! I’m the dumbest bitch on the fucking face of the Earth.”

“Don’t say that,” she soothed, but you were already standing up.

“No, I need to find him,” you decided as you grabbed your coat and briefcase. “I need to go back and try to fix this. I love him, I’ve never— I didn’t know I could love like that, I didn’t know I could be loved like that… oh my god, I need to find him. It isn’t over.”

“It isn’t over?” she repeated incredulously. “You said Michael signed the papers!”

“It’s not Michael,” you rolled your eyes as you stormed out of the office. “It was never Michael.”

You ran into the first telephone box you could find, slamming the door shut as you searched your purse for the business card that probably wasn't even in there.

After a moment, you gasped with delight when you pulled it from a very bottom pocket and began punching in the number as fast as possible with shivering hands, long-distance charges be damned.

“Hello?” the confused voice on the other end answered.

“Mrs. Alberti, hi— does Sebastian still work for you?” you asked hastily.

“No, dear," she sighed, apparently recognizing you by just your voice (and likely your request), "he quit recently, and moved away.”

“Moved?" you repeated with a wrinkled brow. "Where?!”

“I assume back home, sweetheart; to Bucharest.”

“Shit,” you sighed. “Shit!”

“Are you having your ‘run through the airport’ moment, sweetheart?” she realized.

“Yes, I think so— do you have his address?”

“Well, no, but I’ll see what I can find.”

You waited rather impatiently as she shuffled through papers in the background, mumbling to herself as she apparently searched for information that could help you.

“All I’ve got is the address of a previous employer… a carpenter,” she finally explained, breaking the silence. “It was his only reference when he came to work here," she explained.

"Wow, you really did just hire him for his looks," you blurted out.

"He was desperate for work, that boy had nowhere else to go,” she defended.

“Right, well, I guess if that’s my only lead then I’ve gotta go for it,” you decided. “Thank you, Mrs. Alberti.”

“I told you to call me when that book was a hit. Did it happen yet?” she piped up.

“It’s not published yet,” you explained. “It needs some more work… but I think it’s almost ready.”

“I think so, too, dear.”

Learn Romanian in 10 Weeks! A practical language guide.

Week 1, Day 1: Greetings

Hello                      Salut

Goodbye                La revedere

Thank you              Mulțumesc

You’re welcome      Cu plăcere

Good morning         Bună dimineata

Good afternoon       Bună ziua

Good evening          Bună seara

Good night               Noapte bună

You brushed your hair back out of your face with a sigh, turning the page as you mumbled the phrases to yourself. Broken Hungarian and your high school education in Latin were not getting you as far with this as you had been hoping.

How are you?          Ce mai faci

I love you                 Te iubesc

“Te iubesc, te iubesc, te iubesc,” you repeated over and over in a whisper.

Each day you had a new routine: practice Romanian for an hour, check flight prices online (or call the airline), research what you knew about Sebastian and the address Mrs. Alberti had given you, and then get back to practicing Romanian again.

Oh, and occasionally you worked on the edits Nia wanted for your manuscript. You were focusing on the minor changes— grammar errors, rearranging sentences— and putting off her big request for the removal and replacement of the romantic aspects. More than ever, they seemed like the most important thing the book had to offer.

You had a small apartment, just a place to sleep and shower really; much too small to fit everything you’d already taken from Michael’s house (you know, the one that used to be your house) along with what he’d shipped to you that you forgot before. He included a letter in the package as well. You threw it out, unopened.

Truthfully, you never really fully unpacked. As much as you realized you probably should, in order to really feel like you had a real home, you couldn’t bring yourself to empty your suitcases when you knew you’d be packing them again any day now.

You also realized how outrageous this all was. Ignoring the unlikelihood of even finding him in the first place, Sebastian probably wouldn’t want anything to do with you after you broke his heart, left, and then randomly tracked him down after over half a year. But to be totally transparent, you weren’t really doing this to get him back, necessarily. You knew that was probably never going to happen. You were doing this because you needed to try. You needed to go there, and get hurt, and come back knowing you did everything you could: you’d never be able to live with yourself if you did anything less than that.

You couldn’t start your new life until you had put everything else to bed. And if that meant being 100%, painfully certain that you and Sebastian could never be together, then that was just how it needed to be.

After two weeks of looking, there still weren’t any reasonable flights to Bucharest, so you booked another trip by train, figuring you could use the three day trip to brush up on the key Romanian phrases you were going to need as well as prepare your speech.

Yes, your plan was a speech. You didn’t have a back-up plan. You didn’t even have a return ticket back to London yet.

A passage by Yeats came to mind; But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet. Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.

In all your life, you’d never understood before why someone would want to only have their dreams. But now, here you were… and yes, it felt terrifying and vulnerable and uncomfortably naked, but it felt pretty damn good, too.

With a sigh, you scribbled out the last sentence you’d written, tossing the trash paper aside. You looked up out the window at the scenery flying by in a blur, worried that if you didn’t look out from the train every once in a while you’d get motion sickness.

The sun was beginning to set already, the green of hills and trees tinted orange. You only indulged in it for a moment, though, before getting back to this god-forsaken speech you were deadset on finishing before you arrived in Bucharest tomorrow. At first, you’d figured the translating would be the most difficult part… but writing in English wasn’t exactly a piece of cake, either. You had so much to say, and suddenly so few words for any of it.

You’d probably done more editing on this than any of your novels combined; the crumpled up pages spilling out of your wastebasket were proof enough of that.

“And I’m a fucking writer!” you groaned aloud, to no one in particular. “How is anybody else supposed to be able to do this, if I can’t?”

Other people aren’t as emotionally constipated as you, the voice of your inner critic reminded you plainly, making you roll your eyes at yourself.

A rap at your door made you sit up straighter and turn around. A stewardess slid open the frosted glass slightly to give you a friendly smile. “Is everything alright, ma’am?”

Your brows furrowed at the sound of her accent. “Is that a Romanian accent?” you asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” she nodded.

“So you’re fluent in Romanian and English,” you concluded.

“And Portuguese, yes ma’am,” she agreed.

“Could you come in here for a moment and help me translate something?”

She seemed slightly confused at the request but stepped forward, sliding the door most of the way shut behind her. Leaning beside you on the desk, she picked up your handwritten letter and blinked her wide, brown eyes a few times. You felt slightly embarrassed knowing she was reading such intimate thoughts, but that was how it felt the first time someone read anything you wrote so you were pretty much used to it by now.

“I usually ask the passengers what brings them to Bucharest,” she mumbled after a moment. “This is the most interesting thing so far. Am I reading this correctly, that you intend to confess your love to someone you met—” she scanned the page quickly— “during a vacation in Hungary?”

“Yup,” you smiled awkwardly, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

“And he doesn’t speak English?” she assumed; you nodded. “And… you don’t speak Romanian?”

You nodded again, and she breathed in and out quickly, sitting beside you as she stared at the letter.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before,” she explained.

“Sorry for sucking you into the entropic vortex that is my life,” you chuckled.

“I don’t mean to pry,” she sighed, setting the letter down, and you laughed a little internally at the idea that she was worried about prying when she just read the most personal piece of writing you’d ever put to the page, “but do you think this is… enough? I mean, to build a relationship on?”

You just gave her a shrug. “I have no idea. But, you know, I spent my whole life worrying about stuff like that. I dated my husband for seven years before we got married, because I wanted to be sure. I was initially interested in him because he was successful and ambitious, and it made me feel like this was a really secure relationship that I could rely on. I double majored in English and Computer Science because I wanted a more stable career to fall back on in case being a writer didn’t work out, and even though it did, I’ve spent most of my career publishing what I thought people wanted to read instead of what I wanted to write, so I’d have a better shot at a good paycheck. I grew up thinking the best thing I could ever have was security. And now I’m divorced, watching my royalties shrink every month, more insecure in every way than I’ve ever been, and I’m realizing that the choices I made didn’t give me what I wanted. I gave up so much in the name of safety, and I let the one good thing I’d ever found go, so I could go back to being the same person I always was. I’m ready to settle again, if this doesn’t work… I’m ready to accept that this is just the way life goes, and be thankful that I got a taste of the kind of stuff I thought only existed in the sort of books I’d read but never write.”

She swallowed as she looked at you, and you felt your eyes water as you stared out the window towards the dimming scenery one more time, smiling at the sight of a distant village, a church with a steeple, vineyards and farms. Someone’s whole life is in that little town, you imagined, and they’re just watching your train go by like they see every other day.

“Sebastian gave me more security than I’d ever had before, even though the whole thing was such a ridiculous little whirlwind, and nothing like I ever imagined my life could be. But he made me want to be honest and raw and write sappy letters like the one you just read. He doesn’t have any money, at least as far as I know, and I haven’t known him for seven years, and on paper it makes no sense… but you would understand if you knew him. If you felt that joy that he radiates, if you saw him live his simple little life like it’s the best thing in the world. You would understand if you knew how much I needed this. You would understand if you had been just as miserable being who I’ve been for so long, and finally had a chance to be somebody you think you were maybe meant to be the whole time. So, if I never see him again, I hope I just get to thank him.”

You waited for her to say something, but furrowed your brow at the long moment of silence, looking back from the window finally and finding her staring at you with a tear running down her cheek. When you met her gaze, she quickly wiped it away with a sniffle and looked down at your desk again. “Let’s get to translating, shall we?” she announced with a half-smile.

You noticed the way the other passengers looked at you as everyone was in line to deboard from the train car; you stuck out like a sore thumb, since everybody else was carrying heavy luggage and all you had was a backpack.

In your defense, you really had no idea how to pack for a trip where you knew neither the duration nor the true final destination. So, it was mainly filled with your essentials, a few clothes for any kind of weather, and enough leu to buy anything else you needed along the way.

The stewardess was waving goodbye to everyone as they shuffled out into the train station, occasionally stopping to shake a hand or give directions to nearby destinations. When you were just about to pass by, though, she pulled you into a tight hug.

“Good luck,” she whispered, holding you just a moment too long before pulling back and giving you an encouraging look. “If he doesn’t take you back, feel free to blame my translation… because if he knows what’s in your heart, I know he’ll say yes.”

“Yeah, that’s the hard part isn’t it?” you laughed weakly. “Thank you for your help. I guess if I come back alone for the return trip tonight, you’ll know how bad it went.”

“Then I hope I don’t see you again,” she winked.

It being a major train station and all, cabs were waiting around every corner so it was pretty easy to grab one and give them the address you already had written down for this exact purpose.

“This is pretty far,” the driver explained, “on the edge of town. Not a tourist spot.”

“Good, because I’m not a tourist,” you nodded, already only giving him half your attention as you pulled out the translated speech to practice.

“And you can afford this?” he pressed. You sighed and dug through your bag, pulling out a haphazard stack of bills and handing them through the plastic partition.

“Is this enough?” you asked, and he didn’t answer, just taking the money and starting the car as you smiled and leaned back in your seat.

As much as you had tried to convince yourself to not get your hopes up, the butterflies in your stomach felt more like whole birds at this point, demanding to break free as you practiced the words hand-written on the page over and over again, committing it all to memory.

“What are you reading?” the cab driver asked after several minutes.

“Oh, nothing,” you mumbled, “sorry if I’m bothering you, you can turn on the radio.”

“No, it’s not bothering me, but what you are saying… it’s very odd. It sounds like something from a play, or movie,” he explained.

“Um, it’s not,” you replied, a little embarrassed. “But does it sound like it’s from a good movie? Like, if you heard a character say this to another character, would you think they should get together?”

“I… don’t know,” he answered, sounding confused. “I mean, it depends on what happened, right? How they met, how well they get along…”

So, you told him the whole story, as succinctly as possible (which is not very succinct at all). By the end, he was actually giving commentary as you spoke.

“Why the hell did you leave?” he interjected, clearly irritated with you. “You loved him!”

“Yeah, well, sometimes love isn’t enough! I loved my husband too, and look how that turned out,” you defended.

“But that’s different. That was love for all the wrong reasons.”

“I promise, it felt very real at the time,” you shrugged.

“And now?” he countered. “You realize that this man— Sebastian, right?— is real.”

“I hope I’m right this time,” you offered. “But even if I am, he may not agree.”

The driver scoffed, taking a hand off the wheel to wave dismissively. “If he’s anything like you said, then he will still be completely in love with you. After all, you still feel the same way after all this time apart, don’t you?”

“If anything, I love him more every day,” you admitted, your heart beating quickly just to say it aloud.

“You know, when I met my wife, she was engaged to another man. He was rich, good-looking, and he wasn’t even a bad guy unlike this husband you describe. He was a good man, but he wasn’t right for her. They were… content together, but she wasn’t truly happy. Every night I would come to her window and beg her to marry me, because I knew that she knew we were meant for each other, but she was scared because her family wouldn’t approve and she would be a poor man’s wife.”

“How did you convince her to marry you instead?” you asked eagerly, sucked into the story already.

“I didn’t. On the day of the wedding, some people told me to go and break it up but I didn’t. I thought it would be wrong, to try to ruin her happiness and take it for myself by making a scene at the wedding. I realized she was her own woman and if she wanted to choose him, I had to let her. I had locked myself in my house, not wanting to see anyone that day, and she appeared at my door. I didn’t need to convince her because she knew the truth in her heart, and called off the wedding herself.”

“Wow,” you smiled.

“She was still in her dress!” he recalled with a hearty laugh. “She looked like an angel. We were married just a few days later. And next month will be thirty years,” he added as he lifted his left hand to show the golden band on his finger.

“Thirty years, that’s… a long time,” you sighed.

“It wasn’t always easy,” he admitted. “But it was always worth it.”

Just as you wondered what you could possibly say to that, you felt the car slow down to a stop.

“This is the address you gave me, this is it,” he explained, pointing out his passenger-side window. You leaned up against the glass and gasped in dawning fear as you saw the storefront dark and empty inside.

“No, nonono,” you whispered rapidly to yourself as you swung open the door and hopped out, pressing your face against the glass to try to get a look inside and finding what was undeniably a closed carpentry business. There was a note on the door, taped on the inside of the glass, and you knew enough Romanian to know it said something about a vacation and three months.

“Shit!” you yelped, holding your face in your hands, wondering if your journey had come to an end before it really began.

“Are you alright?” the driver asked, rolling down his window to speak to you.

“This was my only lead, I don’t have his real address,” you explained. “He used to work here, I thought maybe someone would know him…”

He sighed, giving you a sympathetic look. “Get back in, we can search nearby. You came too far to give in yet.”

But getting back in the car felt like giving in, too, which you realized as you looked back at the note taped to the carpenter's door. This was the closest you'd gotten, and it felt wasteful to leave with nothing.

Just as you were ready to hop in the passenger seat and start searching aimlessly through suburban Bucharest, or maybe look around for a Romanian yellow pages, you heard a noise from behind you, across the street; a laugh. His laugh. But it couldn’t be because it was too good to be true… and yet you found yourself whipping your head around and hoping beyond all reason that it was Sebastian.

Across the street was a restaurant, with a large patio where patrons were dining and chatting as they sat at wrought iron tables, and your eyes searched the crowd for any signs of him.

And then your gaze landed on a head of thick brunette hair, red and gold highlights so obvious now when the sunlight hit it this way. Broad shoulders wrapped in a white button-up shirt. He was facing away from you but he was looking to the side so you could see his face; he was smiling, laughing at something someone had said. And it was his smile that you recognized; it was like everything else faded away, and in that moment you thought maybe you could almost be happy with just this, just seeing him be happy even if it had nothing to do with you.

“Sebastian,” you called out to him, but he didn’t react. “Sebastian!”

His whole body turned, his eyes met yours, and you couldn't help but let the tears well in your eyes as you ran across the road to him.

He looked, understandably, stunned, and you realized he was actually waiting on a table at the moment; he said something to them, apparently excusing himself, and stepped closer to you.

But he stopped walking, not coming any closer, not exactly dragging you into his arms like you might've preferred, but with a breath to try to soothe your racing mind, you summoned your memories of the practiced letter and began. *

“Când am venit în Ungaria…” you started slowly, doing your best to remember the words and hoping your pronunciation wasn’t too awful, “nu căutam dragoste. Căutam spațiu, claritate și poate o idee de carte de un milion de dolari. În schimb, am găsit tot ce am căutat toată viața mea…”

You did your best to bite back tears, especially when his expression was nearly unreadable and you had no idea how well this was going.

“Ești tu, Sebastian, bineînțeles că ești tu,” you sighed, laughing slightly. “Ai fost acolo pentru mine când nici nu știam ce vreau de la nimeni. Ai fost prietenul meu fără să spui vreodată un cuvânt - cel puțin nu un cuvânt pe care l-am înțeles. M-ai iubit și nu știam ce să fac cu asta, pentru că uitasem cu mult timp în urmă cum se simțea să fii iubit. Și ce simțeai să iubești cu adevărat pe cineva. Dar te iubesc. Și am fost prost să te las să pleci, atât de neconceput de prost. Vreau să fim noi, Sebastian. Lasă-mă să te iubesc, mai dă-mi o șansă și îți promit că nu te voi mai lăsa să pleci niciodată.

The first thing he said was your name, and just the way he said it made you fall in love with him all over again.

“I… I dream that you would come back,” he shakily replied. “But now I cannot believe. You are my dream.”

Tears were openly flowing at this point and you wanted to run into his arms, but you tried to stay calm and hear him out. He stepped closer, almost hesitant, like you would run away if he got too close too fast.

“I love you, very much that I am sure I am insane person,” he explained with a grin, and you giggled. “We will live anywhere, do anything you would like— be my wife.”

You gasped as he pulled you into him, gripping your arms tightly as his desperation became apparent.

“Marry me?” he asked softly.

“Da,” you nodded, “yes, of course, anything—”

He kissed you suddenly, but gently, and it said more than any words in any language could.

It was a small wedding, in the Hungarian countryside by the lake. You could remember diving into that lake for lost pages of your manuscript; you could remember looking out over the water and dreaming of this moment you were living right now, thinking it was impossible.

He didn’t have much family, but they welcomed you with open arms.

Your family, well, they were too busy with planning another wedding, for your ex-husband and your ex-sister. A few of them sent cards but the rest were suspiciously quiet. You honestly didn’t even notice… you had a new family to attend to, anyhow. And it wasn’t like you didn’t have any guests, since you were able to track down and invite a stewardess named Maria, and a cab driver named Andrei and his wife, Paola.

Sebastian’s cousins weaved flowers into your hair and his grandmother tailored her dress to fit you like a glove. A picture of his parents was hung nearby in tribute; he told you they would’ve wanted to see him get married but that he felt, in some way, they were able to even if they had passed away quite some time ago.

You realized you’d never seen him in anything even mildly formal before; in fact, the suit he wore was rather casual, all things considered, but he looked so painfully cute in it. Sometimes you thought he actually looked a bit out of place wearing a shirt, though, especially one that was buttoned up all the way.

Luckily, the shirt was halfway unbuttoned about ten minutes into the reception.

Mrs. Alberti cooked a massive dinner for everyone, and even grew the flowers that you carried down the cobblestone aisle.

And wow, can Romanians drink. You had to be careful not to try to keep up with them, because if you had you would’ve been blacked out halfway into the night and the last thing you wanted was to forget even a moment of this.

As the night started to wind down to a close, you and your new husband retired to the lakehouse, running up the stairs and finding them as creaky as always.

He wrapped his arms around you in the hall and kissed you eagerly as you stumbled back into the bedroom, tripping over the doorway and falling onto the bed together.

It felt so right to have his weight on top of you, to feel his smile against your lips, to wrap your arms around his neck.

“This room,” he mumbled into the kiss. “Do you remember first time?”

“Yes,” you nodded, “da, I remember, how could I forget?”

He grinned and moved his lips down to your neck. "I thought of you every day… I love you,” he whispered.

“Te iubesc,” you whispered back.

It was almost like the first time in so many ways: passionate, yet oddly hesitant as you rediscovered each other. It was comfortable, though… you couldn’t think of any other person you felt so comfortable with, somebody who finally got you out of your own head and who made you want to experience everything life had to offer.

You were sure you’d never gone so long without worrying about something in all your life.

“My wife,” he whispered against your skin. “This is all I had wanted… from seeing you in very beginning.”

“You’re all I ever wanted,” you sighed in return, “ești tot ce mi-am dorit vreodată, Sebastian.”

Life with Sebastian was beautifully simple. You spent most of the day writing, usually, while he built furniture to sell and occasionally gardened with his spare time. You could always tell how busy you’d been with a new novel lately by how perfectly groomed the hydrangea bushes were.

You’d told him once that you’d come to Hungary looking for a million-dollar book idea. A Killer in Disguise performed alright, but not anywhere near that. The Language of Love, on the other hand, was definitely a million-dollar idea… about eleven times over. Sebastian didn’t seem to worry too much about how much money you made, though; he was just proud to say that he was the inspiration for your hit novel. You secretly suspected that he was more proud of your work reaching enough international notoriety to be translated into Romanian.

His English still needed some work, but you found it endearing. He was determined to get better and spent at least a half-hour each day practicing, but you hoped he wouldn’t get too perfect because you would miss the silly little mistakes he made. At least you could be sure he’d keep the accent forever… damn, that accent; and he knew exactly what it did to you, too.

In fact, you were crossing through the hall in your robe one evening when your husband’s voice stopped you.

“Darling wife,” you heard Sebastian call from the bedroom in a playful sing-song.

“What is it, Seba?” you asked with a smirk.

“Come in here, please…”

You opened the bedroom door to find most of the room covered in rose petals: most of all the bed, which was surrounded by candles, and topped with a shirtless (as per usual) Sebastian, laid on his side seductively with a long-stemmed rose (one you recognized from his very own garden) between his teeth.

“What are you doing?” you laughed. “Is this some sort of special occasion I’ve forgotten?”

You were already searching your mind for what it could be, but your two-year anniversary had passed a few months ago already and since it was spring it couldn’t be the anniversary of when you first met since that was late in the summer.

“Iss not quite a thpecial occathion yeth,” he answered before taking the rose from his mouth so he actually made sense. “I was considering it could be a special occasion, when we’re done…”

You smirked and climbed over the candles and into bed with him, taking the opportunity to run your hands over his chest. “And what occasion would that be?”

“A year from now, it could be the anniversary of when our child was conceived,” he answered.

Your breath caught in your throat, your voice reduced to a whisper of surprise. “Seba—”

“If you’re not ready, I will be understand,” he instantly added, stern yet soft. “Only if you want this, I just thought that maybe—”

You silenced him with a kiss, lacing your fingers into his hair and letting him roll you onto your back. He pulled back just enough to let you answer, but your noses were still bumping into each other and you smiled.

“I’m ready, Sebastian. More than ready,” you whispered.

He grinned and kissed you again, deeper and slower as he held your face with one hand and gripped your waist with the other. As his lips trailed down to your neck, you were interrupted with one pressing thought.

“Can I ask you something?”

He popped up and looked down at you with a smile. “Sure!”

“Why are you wearing ratty old jeans?” you laughed.

“Hey, these worked on you the first time,” he defended.

You gasped. “You don’t mean those are the jeans—”

“Yes,” he nodded, “the jeans that I had been wearing when I was working on Mrs. Alberti’s cottage. And, truly, when I was finding an excuse to work outside your window.”

“Wait,” you sat up, “did you actually work outside my window on purpose?”

He laughed, hanging his head quickly before looking back at you again with a sparkle in his eye. “You are very smart, my love, except for those times when you are— how do you say? Oblivious.”

You chuckled, unfortunately very aware that he was right.

“Didn’t you ever wonder why I was building a window frame, nearly a dozen metres away from the window it was for?”

You thought for a moment before dropping your face into your hands and laughing. “No, I didn’t notice that. I was too busy giving you a thorough eye-fuck,” you recalled.

“Yes, because I was not wearing a shirt and this distracted you,” he pondered, sounding suddenly like a scientist explaining a theorem or something. “See, that’s the beauty of wearing the jeans and no shirt. The body distracts you while the jeans seduce you.”

“How about you take the jeans off and put that body on me, capisce?” you pleaded; not that you didn’t love his humor or anything, but maybe his funny bone wasn’t exactly the bone you were interested in at the moment.

He grinned devilishly and suddenly pulled your legs apart, settling his body between them as he kissed your neck again, nipping at your jawline and ear. “You’re being impatient, dragă,” he purred. “You want to have my baby that badly?”

You whined involuntarily, arching your back as his hands roamed your body and finally began to untie your robe and push the silk out of the way. “Yes, Sebastian, please—”

“Let’s just say, theoretically, I wanted to have more than one? Would you have another of my children?” he asked softly as he reached up and palmed at your breasts, teasing your nipples which were already much too hard and sensitive for how little he’d touched you. The rough denim rubbing against the inside of your thighs was oddly arousing— maybe it was the sensation itself, or maybe it was just that this was almost like the first thing you imagined when you saw Sebastian all those years ago.

“Yes,” you moaned out your answer, “yes, you know I’d do anything for you.”

“What if I wanted a big family?” he pressed. “Really big? Like, Catholic big?”

“We can have our own fuckin’ Brady Bunch, Seb, I just need you right now,” you begged, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a hot and desperate kiss.

He decided to wait until afterwards to ask what a ‘Brady Bunch’ was. You decided to wait until afterwards to ask when he’d learned how to use the word ‘theoretically’.

sfarsit; the end

#sebastian stan x reader

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Sixth Time’s the Charm [4]

(GIF credit: @teamfreewill-imagine)

Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean

Words: 6,107

Series Summary: All the times Dean has tried to get Sam to admit his feelings for you. (Each chapter can be read as a stand-alone.)

Chapter Summary: You offer yourself as bait for a shapeshifter hunt. Things do not go as planned.

Warnings: canon level violence, language, idiots in love, mutual pining, huffy!sam, protective!sam, slight angst?, slow burn, fluff

A/N: i am SO sorry for the wait (story of my life) but to make up for it, look, 6k words! (yeah i’m sorry about that too, i don’t know what happened there.) written for @tvdspngirl314‘s birthday writing event with the prompt “You ever feel like that? Like you were just destined for someone?” which is bolded in the fic. this also fills a square for @spnfluffbingo​!

Square Filled: Rescue Mission

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The fourth time was all you. Dean barely had to lift a finger. The result, however, was far more traumatic than he had planned and rather emphatically revealed the magnitude of his brother’s feelings toward you.

Much like the previous attempts, there was a case: a shapeshifter going after women who conveniently happened to fit your description. The strategy was obvious, and you’d leaped at the opportunity to both make yourself useful and hopefully take the place of what would have otherwise been the next innocent civilian victim. But of course, Sam resisted at first.

“No. Absolutely not! We don’t know enough about this guy for you to just jump into his waiting arms, Y/N!” The fervent indignation in his tone and body language was palpable. Sam was rarely one to raise his voice or sport much of a temper at all really, but lately these heated outbursts seemed to be occurring more frequently, and frankly you were getting sick of it. The false hope they momentarily granted you through the notion that perhaps he cared about you as more than a friend was one thing. What’s more, the way his voice lowered half an octave combined with the sight of his flared nostrils, puffed chest, and straining jaw always seemed to have a sideways effect on you, in that it was impossible to keep your attention on his words alone. But boy did you try.

“Sam, how many times do we have to go through this? I’m a big girl; I can take care of myself. And your wrist is still healing so it’s not like you can call the shots on this one anyway. Besides, I’m not going in alone. You and Dean will be there for backup the whole time, right?”

“’Course we will, eh Sammy?” In a strange turn of events, Dean often appeared to be the one with a more jovial outlook recently.

Sam merely nodded and continued his heavy breathing. He glared down at his bandaged left wrist, the result of skirmish with a couple of wraiths, as if it were the root of all his problems. Then he looked up and through densely drawn brows, those magnetizing multicolored eyes pierced yours, his countenance bearing a charged and sullen expression of pensive exasperation as his jaw visibly tightened. You swallowed and could not for the life of you find the will to look away.

“So it’s settled then,” Dean proclaimed jubilantly, “Unless… you’ve got another reason you don’t want Y/N playing bait, hmm Sam? Maybe something you wanna share with the class? Or, you know, I could leave…”

“Dean, stop it. You’re not helping,” you quickly admonished before steadying your gaze back on the taller Winchester, “Look, Sam, have I ever let you down?”

“No. Never.”

“And do you still trust me?”

“Of course,” he responded immediately in a ‘what-kind-of-a-question-is-that’ tone, at which you simply raised your eyebrow to send him a reciprocating ‘then-what’s-the-problem?’ look.

“OK fine,” Sam huffed out a big breath, “But you’re not taking any risks! Anything seems off at all, just… promise me you’ll wait for me and Dean and keep us in the loop?”

His pleading eyes were so earnest and you’d truly never been able to say no to the giant puppy before, so you offered him a little smile and said, “Cross my heart.”

Sighing, Sam rubbed his face, looking lost in thought for a moment until he spoke up again, much more reserved and hesitant this time, “Do you still have that uh… ring from… that time?” Dean muffled a snort at his brother’s expense but you both ignored him, completely accustomed to his nonsensical teasing by now.

“Uh yeah, I- I think so.” The uncertainty in your voice was a lie. Of course you still had the ring you’d once used to pretend to be married to Sam Winchester. You may or may not have tucked it away in a special place for safekeeping.

“Good,” Sam nodded curtly, “I want you to wear it. It’s silver. I’ll wear mine too and Dean already has his. That’s how we’ll know that we’re still… ourselves.”

“OK, yeah that’s a good idea,” you agreed, trying your hardest not to linger on the memories.

“Well look at you two! Getting hitched again so soon-“

“Shut up, Dean,” you and Sam cut him off together.

When the meeting was adjourned and you were about to part ways to prepare for the upcoming hunt, something inside you forced you to call out his name, “Oh and Sam!” He turned around at once, questioning gaze somewhat urgently searching yours for a sign of what might come next. You stuttered though, feeling suddenly self conscious, so the next words you uttered were not much louder than a whisper, “Be careful with your wrist.”

Sam smiled, his dimples making your fingers twitch with the need to caress them. “I’ll be fine. You just look out for yourself. Remember, we’ll be right behind you.”

Somehow you both didn’t hear the groan Dean emitted as he rolled his eyes to the ceiling and prayed to whoever was listening, ‘Good lord, someone give me the strength to survive another day with these imbeciles.’

There was only one diner in the tiny Pennsylvanian town, and seeing as you were starving by the time you got there, the three of you were forced to make do with soggy fries and questionable milkshakes. As you ate, you went through your game plan once more, which essentially consisted of waiting until nightfall to visit the bar from where the previous girls had gone missing, while Sam and Dean shadowed you covertly.

Before you left, you took a quick trip to the loo and when you returned, Sam was stood outside alone, a broad smile upon his face.

“Where’s Dean?” you asked as you began to walk out the diner, expecting to find the older brother waiting impatiently in the parking lot by his precious car, but the Impala was gone.

“He went back to the motel, said he had something to take care of and that we should go scope the place out first.”

“But I thought we agreed to-“

“Yeah, well change of plans, you know how it is,” Sam replied casually with a shrug.

Little red flags started fluttering in your head, urging your eyes downward to locate the silver band on his finger. You frowned when you found it there untouched on his right hand; Sam almost never interrupted you, not even when he was absorbed in the foulest of moods.  

Apparently sensing your hesitation, he added, “I mean, he made a good point. Maybe if you familiarize yourself with the surroundings first, you’ll be able to take the guy out faster.”

Sam was still smiling at you, but it felt all wrong. You couldn’t explain it, but there was something missing from his rainbow eyes. The colors were all there, but they lacked luster and warmth, a delicate twinkle that you’d learned to associate with the beautiful, heroic yet self-doubting giant of a man. Never had you seen that breathtaking magic replicated elsewhere, nor had you ever seen Sam without it, which was why you were almost completely certain that the man before you was not the real Sam Winchester.

But weaving within you was a thread of doubt, insisting that you couldn’t just pull a gun on your best friend because of something as trivial as… a feeling? No, you needed to test your theory. And so, bracing yourself with a deep breath, you slowly reached out your silver-equipped hand to do something you’d grown accustomed to resentfully abstaining from: touching Sam’s bare skin. You aimed for the large target of his hand, deeming it the most inconspicuous of places (given that he was wearing his hunters’ uniform and the only other visible option would’ve been his face or neck), but Sam was faster. Just before you were able to graze his skin with your ring, he caught your wrist in his much bigger hand and pulled it away, twisting your arm until it was locked painfully behind you.

“You think you’re smart, huh?” the shifter snarled with a flash of its eyes, moving in real close as he used Sam’s immense size and his own superhuman strength to easily constrain you.

Even so, you stared up at him defiantly, unafraid, “Sam and Dean will be back.”

“That’s the plan.”

Sam’s sneering face and threatening voice were the last things you saw or heard.

You had no way of determining how much time had passed when you unceremoniously came to in what looked and smelled to be an underground sewer. As your senses sharpened and your muddled brain began to size up your current plight, you nearly scoffed at the clichéd style of your captor. Sat on a peeling wooden chair, manila rope bound your wrists together behind your back and tethered your ankles securely to each of the seat’s front legs.

Ignoring the ache in your head, you set about strategically testing the knots and the integrity of the wood. If only you could reach the silver blade in your boot. But your attempts were interrupted by the reappearance of the shifter, whose shoe hit something as he stepped before you. A metallic clang echoed through the confined space as a result and you followed the sound to find your coveted knife on the ground, far beyond your reach.

“Fucking hunters, always think they’re so clever, always one step ahead because it’s their game. Sure, we might be the monsters but you’re the predators! So let’s see how you like being the prey for once.” Shifter Sam’s upper lip curled up in a way that seemed so foreign to you as he leaned forward to rest his hands on either arm of your chair, caging you in.

The malicious glint in his eye left you with no qualms about affronting this being who, for all intents and purposes, appeared identical to the man you’d recently discovered you were in love with. Lifting your chin, you glared up at him brazenly, “If you’re so keen on being the predator then why am I still alive? What are you waiting for?”

“Why your knight in shining armor of course!” he exclaimed, backing up as he stood to his full height and gestured to himself with both hands. “You think it was a coincidence that all those women looked like you?”

The shifter’s narrowed eyes were alight with amusement and a ripple of fear surged through your body. You were in much deeper than you or the boys had anticipated, though years of practice helped you keep your voice steady and bold, “What did you do to them?”

“Oh, I gave them a fairly painless death, don’t you worry. They were just stepping stones on my way to you. See, the Winchesters owe me a girlfriend, so I figured I’d take the closest thing to theirs. But imagine my joyous surprise when I got into this big lug’s head and discovered that he’s in love with you! No, actually it’s more than that. He’s obsessed with you; you never leave his brain! Every other thought and memory is about you... Well, it’s either you or his brother, but oh, it’s gonna kill him to see you die before his eyes. I might’ve been able to replace my dead girlfriend, but I don’t think Sam here will ever come back from losing you.”

Stunned into silence, the stupid influx of misguided hormones pumping through your veins forced you to focus on maintaining a neutral expression as he rattled on.

“And you feel the same way, don’t you? So this really will be a double kill. It’s OK, you can let it all out. I might be a monster but I’m not one to deny the dying their chance for some last words. Besides, you can say it all while looking into the eyes of the man you love.”

“Fuck you,” were the only words you could trust yourself to spit out at him.

‘Sam’ laughed, but it was nothing like the laughs you normally pulled from him. It didn’t radiate like sunshine or replenish your soul with glee. Rather, it was chilling and conniving and despite the mimicry of Sam’s beautiful voice, you immediately decided that you never wanted to hear it again.

“Not feeling too talkative, huh? Or maybe you’d rather wait until he gets here in the flesh to make that anticlimactic confession of love? That’s alright, I can just tell you more about this dumbass’s feelings for you.” The shifter chuckled with delight, as if every word brought him nothing but pure joy. “Man, he loves you so much, it’s insane. I’ve never been inside the skin of someone so in love. And I thought I really loved my ex. Afterall, this whole revenge thing is for her. But I gotta tell ya, I’ve got nothing on Sam Winchester. Did you know he thinks you were made specifically for him? You ever feel like that? Like you were just destined for someone? Cause Sam does. That’s how he feels about you.”

“Why should I believe you?” you challenged, growing tired of the inadvertent response his words were eliciting. Your heart was pounding in your neck, core trembling at the mere possibility of Sam genuinely feeling the way he’d described. But you knew better than to trust a monster, and one who was in pursuit of maximal vengeance no less. Still, those rose-colored thoughts resonated within you, and you stumbled to dismiss them as they bubbled up, one after another like a game of emotional whack-a-mole.

Shifter Sam smirked, “Yeah, you’re a cynical one, aren’t you? You know everything he said in that marriage counseling session was true. You kinda hurt his feelings when you just brushed it all off. Even big brother Dean’s been trying to get him to confess his love for you. You must’ve heard them arguing about it at some point? They weren’t exactly being discreet.”

Choosing not to respond, you simply scowled at him.

“No? Still in denial? Perhaps you need details… You ever notice how he always sits across from you whenever you’re doing research? It’s because he thinks you’re gorgeous when you’re focused, and it gives him an opportunity to admire you without getting caught. And why do you think he lets you call him Sammy, huh? Yeah, he might not let it on but he fucking loves it when you do, makes him feel all tingly inside. And you remember that cop who hit on you? Captain Anderson, was it? Sam wanted to break the guy’s nose just for touching you. Oh and why do you think he asked you to move into the bedroom closest to his? It’s so he can keep track of your nightmares. He likes to keep you close because it makes him feel like he can protect you better when you need it.”

By now, your ‘neutral expression’ must have surely mutated to betray your shock, and you couldn’t have answered if you tried. The shifter didn’t seem to mind either way. In fact, he appeared to be having the time of his life.

“And it’s not all pure thoughts, let me tell you! Oh man, buddy boy here has dreamed up plenty of X-rated scenes with you, ranging from obnoxiously romantic to just plain obscene. You name a position and he’s imagined it, in high-definition detail,” he embellished, tapping an index finger against his temple, “His mind is like a library of pornos starring the two of you, although he’ll never get to live out any of his fantasies, will he? It’s a shame really; some of these are really hot... Ooh, I’ll have to borrow that one,” he said with closed eyes, as if a figment of Sam’s imagination was playing through his head in that very moment, “Maybe my girl and I can re-enact it while we’re still in your skins-”

“Shut up, just shut up!” you finally bellowed in protest.

Sam watched the bathroom door attentively after you’d disappeared through it, unable to contain the upward jerk of his lips when he saw you walking back out of it. Heartwarming relief had become his body’s intrinsic response to seeing you safe and sound.

“You ready?” he questioned when you made it to his side.

“Yeah, I’m good.” God, even the sound of your voice made him happy.

Once you got back to the motel, Dean plopped down onto one of the full-size beds, exhausted from the drive. Within a matter of seconds, snores began to fill the room, and Sam chuckled under his breath as he sat down around a wobbly table with you to continue your research on the shifter’s victims, hoping to find something else that linked them together or a clue as to where they might’ve been taken.

It wasn’t long before you inhaled a revelatory gasp and abruptly clutched Sam’s wrist to show him what you’d found. But your grip was harsh, causing him to hiss in pain and do something he’d never before done: recoil from your touch.

“Oh, I’m sorry, does it still hurt?” you asked nonchalantly, smiling up at him innocently.

Worse than the pain in his fractured wrist was what felt like sirens blaring in his head. You were always hyper-cognizant of his injuries and exceedingly careful around them, sometimes even more so than himself. Sam looked you over subtly, eyes landing on the silver ring still upon your finger. Perhaps his mind had been playing tricks on him and all that tender attention he thought you’d shown him was simply a mirage of his own wishful thinking?

“It’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting it.” Sam sent you a tight smile, to which you responded with a dazzling one of your own. It was beautiful but something about it felt off. In the past, you apologized profusely if ever you found yourself the accidental cause of his discomfort, no matter how indirect or insignificant the case, but right now there wasn’t a single speck of concern in your eyes. Indeed, the more he looked into them, the more he struggled to recognize the person staring back at him.

In a flash, Sam had you up against the wall, a silver blade held against your neck. He looked down to see the metal sizzling there, burning your flesh, and cursed himself for failing to notice sooner.

The noise woke Dean from his slumber and what he saw when he opened his eyes was equal parts shocking and amusing. “Whoa! At least wait till I’m out of the room! And isn’t that a little kinky for your first time?”

“Dean, it’s not her. She’s not Y/N,” Sam grit out, “She’s wearing the ring but she’s not Y/N.”

His brother’s brows knit together as he rubbed the sleep from his emerald greens. “Wha- How did you know?”

“She was acting… weird.”

Dean scrambled off the bed, making a quick call on his phone to ensure you really were missing. He paled when a robotic voice over the line told him the number he was trying to reach was no longer in service.

It was then the shifter decided to speak up, “You know, the real Y/N would have liked this, you pressing her up against a wall?” she murmured suggestively.

“Shut up. Where is she?!” Sam slammed her body against the flimsy motel wall once more and dug the knife in a little deeper. In his panic-stricken state, he barely registered her remark, being driven entirely by a one-track mind at present.

Shifter Y/N grimaced slightly, glancing down at the knife, “Maybe if you stop cutting into me with that, I might consider telling you.”

“How did you get the ring?”

“Oh, this little thing? You like it? It’s imitation silver, but otherwise nearly identical to the one on the real Y/N’s finger. You see, we’ve been following you for a while now.”

“Who’s we? Where did you take Y/N?!” he demanded incessantly.

“My boyfriend’s got her, but don’t worry, he looks just like you so I’m sure she’ll find her accommodations to her liking,” she retorted with a smirk.

Sam’s heart lunged in his chest and his mind began whirring with endless possibilities of escalating dread. Had you been deceived and captured by a shifter pretending to be him? Were you being hurt or tortured by someone who looked exactly like him? How would you ever be able to look at him the same way again? Of course, you’d know it wasn’t Sam but the damage would still be done. You would forever remember his face as that of someone who once hurt you, who tried to kill you. That is, if Sam could make it to you in time.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get to see her one last time. That’s actually why I’m here, to take you to her when the time is right,” the shifter added casually.

“I will end your miserable fucking life! Tell me where she is right now!” Sam roared before pressing the blade further into her neck, the veins in his forearms ready to burst through his skin.

“Hey, hey! Sammy, ease up! We need her alive, alright?” Dean bounded over to his brother and after quite the struggle, managed to assuage him enough to release his vice grip and replace it with silver chains that shackled her to a chair.

“Sam, maybe we should also be asking ‘why’,” Dean mused as he fastened the end of a chain against one of the beds.

With a shake of his head, Sam avowed through grinding teeth, “I don’t fucking care. I have to get to her.”

“And what if it’s a trap?”

“Then I’ll find her myself.”

Dean scoffed in disbelief as he turned to his usually wise and level-headed little brother, “Oh yeah, and how’re you gonna do that? Where would you even start?”

“I don’t know!” Sam exclaimed in exasperation. Then, after a pause of desperate deliberation alleged, “Shifters like to make their lairs in sewers, right?”

Taking a step closer, Dean maintained his challenging tone, “So what are you gonna do, just wade through the entire town’s shit and piss until you find her?!”

“If that's what it takes, then yes!” Sam looked like he was about to eat his brother alive.

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” shifter Y/N interfered from her seated position before them, raising her chin to meet Sam’s eyes, “Don’t worry, handsome, I can tell you she feels the same way. But unfortunately, by the time you get to her, I don’t think she’ll be able to tell you herself. In fact, you’ll probably hardly recognize her anymore… so you might want to keep me around, if only as a souvenir of your soon-to-be-dead girlfriend.”

Sam couldn’t contain himself anymore. Despite looking like a carbon copy of you, the evil gleam in the shifter’s eyes made her easily differentiable, and so Sam held back nothing when he lunged across the distance, knife in hand ready to do some real damage. However, Dean pounced with him, having predicted his brother’s violent eruption and felt his shaking wrath, knowing a little too well just how rash he could be when it came to you. Still, it took all of Dean’s strength to pull Sam back, sending him a stern but knowing look once he did.

“Sam, stop!” His low voice rumbled as he went into authoritative big brother mode, “Listen to me, you wanna save Y/N? Well so do I, but this is not how we do it! Now I know it’s hard, but I need you to calm down, alright?”

Sam’s massive chest was practically at his chin as he heaved ginormous breaths. Though his body language was still offensive, his hazel eyes were filled with fear and devastation when they looked toward his brother, “Dean, if I don't get to her in time, I’ll...” Clenching his jaw, Sam made a fruitless attempt to calm his tremoring frame and quell his tumultuous emotions. What would he do? Sam wasn’t even sure himself. All he knew was that every cell in his being was currently screaming at him to get to you, to make sure you were safe and soothe away any of your pain. There was nothing he wouldn’t give in that moment to simply know you were alright and to hold you in his arms. He knew you could look after yourself, but for once he had a terrifying feeling that even you were in over your head, that you might actually need him this time, and he’d be fucking damned if he let you down.

“Woah! Hey, hey! Sammy, look at me! That ain’t gonna happen, alright? We’re gonna find Y/N and we’re gonna bring her home in one piece, you hear me? We’re the Winchesters, man! We’ve faced the end of the world. What’s a couple of shifters got on us?”

‘You,’ Sam thought, ‘They’ve got you.’ But he appreciated Dean’s pep talk nonetheless and nodded in response as a fresh surge of determination swelled within him.

“Alright then,” Dean nodded as well, “Why don’t you let me give her a go?”

As Dean’s silver blade cut into the detained shapeshifter, Sam flinched with every moan and howl of agony. He knew it wasn’t you, but she still had your voice and your perfect face. Yet not a second was wasted on the feeling of relief when they finally managed to get a location out of her. Sam nearly tripped over himself in his haste as he snatched the Impala’s keys and his gun before flying out of the room with a jumbled order for Dean to stay with the monster.

“Well, if you’re not gonna admit your feelings for the giant lumberjack, I guess you’re right. Maybe I should stop yapping and get to prettying you up for that first and last date of yours, huh?” Shifter Sam prodded your cheek with a switchblade.

You said nothing. At this point, you had a sneaking suspicion that physical pain might be more bearable than the psychological torment your imprisoner had been so keen on. It was one thing for you to torture yourself by entertaining the slim possibility that Sam might return your feelings for him, but to hear such outrageous perceptions from a creature who could read the inside of his mind like a paperback novel, and conveyed with such tantalizing conviction… well, it just about broke you.

And knowing that the shifter was yearning to coax a confession out of you simply to cause Sam as much anguish as possible made you more resolute about your refusal to submit, beyond the need to protect your own sanity.

One shiner and a slash to the thigh later, however, you heard a loud clash. Shifter Sam paused his handiwork and began to turn around, “Could your knight be here ahead of schedule?”

‘Dammit,’ you thought. The Winchesters were usually capable of being stealthy when necessary but in case it really was the sound of them making a blunder or encountering some other form of resistance, you figured you’d buy them a distraction.

“Wait, wait! You’re right, OK? Maybe I do feel something for Sam, but even if I told him, I think you’re forgetting… This is Sam fucking Winchester we’re talking about here. He’s been tortured by the devil himself. You really think killing me is going do much damage?”

Your abductor had now given you his full attention, leering at you with a sly smile, so you continued, “Besides, you picked a fight with the Winchesters; don't expect to live to see tomorrow.”

Right on cue, a hulking blur of hair and plaid came barreling in, growling ferally as he grabbed the shifter and threw more than one brutal punch against what appeared to be his own face. The silver ring on Sam’s hand made contact with skin and his shifter counterpart groaned in pain.

You nearly forgot about your ceaseless work of untying the rope that cuffed your wrists together as your looked on in shock. Why Sam hadn’t just shot him with a silver bullet was beyond you. He was smarter than this. There was no need to drag out a monster’s death if a more efficient option existed. But as he continued to engage his clone in hand-to-hand combat, it appeared almost as if he was venting his frustrations on the shifter, as if he drank up every ounce of hurt he was able to inflict. But his high only lasted so long and shifter Sam soon regained his balance, making use of his supernatural invulnerability and superior strength.

“Sam!” you screamed as the shifter threw him across the room.

He tumbled up just in time as the shifter meandered over, “So nice of you to join us, Sam. You know, Y/N here was just telling me about-“

Sam didn’t wait for him to finish, choosing instead to tackle him to the floor with a loud grunt. While they wrestled on the ground, you worked furiously at the knots behind you, wincing with every hit Sam took though it was becoming hard to tell them apart.

When Sam finally drew his gun, the shifter was able to divert its barrel and a shot rang out futilely. Catching a subsequent elbow to the ribs had Sam falling to his knees and you watched in horror as shifter Sam once again gained the upper hand, sending the gun flying out of Sam’s grasp. The binding around your wrists was just about undone when Sam seized a stray rusty pipe and swung it against his counterfeit. Shifter Sam was incapacitated for a brief instant but quickly returned to form with some vicious hooks and a couple of well-placed knees.

With your hands finally free of their restraints, you staggered over to the gun, the chair still attached at your ankles. As you took aim, you shouted, “Sam, get down!” before you shot his mirror image through the heart.

Sighing, you slumped to your hands and knees whilst the real Sam sat up with his back against a wall, gaping at you with a look of awe. Yet before he even caught his breath, he was up and gliding toward you, cradling his left wrist at an awkward angle.

“Sam, your wrist!”

“It’s fine, are you OK?” he swiftly dismissed your concern, cupping your face with his good hand as he examined the darkening bruise around your eye.

You ignored the palpitations in your chest and placed a hand upon his wrist, “Yeah, I’m fine. He wasted more time playing mind games than anything. You know villains and their monologues,” you joked, trying to ease his tension and the deluded self-imposed guilt you knew he must’ve been brewing in.

As if to prove your point, Sam lamented, “God, I’m so sorry. I should have known. I should have gotten here sooner.”

“What? No! They were miles ahead of us, Sam. The whole thing was a set up; this was their hunt. How could you have known?”

Rather than replying, he released a breath and busied himself trying to help you out of your binding.

Back at the motel, after icing your eye and stitching up your thigh, you insisted on re-wrapping Sam’s wrist while Dean took care of shifter Y/N’s remains. But when the older Winchester returned and spied you and his brother sitting together on a bed through a crack in the door, he couldn’t resist the chance to exercise his espionage skills.

“How did you know she wasn’t me anyway?” you asked as you gently wound the ace bandage around Sam’s swollen forearm.

“I just…” He looked down at your nimble fingers upon his skin and smiled unwittingly at their tender touch, “had a feeling.”

Sam’s sunflower gaze locked onto yours for a frozen instant and something about his soft expression made you forget what words were, until he cleared his throat, “Did you um- did you know he wasn’t me?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, smiling for some strange reason. Perhaps you were just glad to see his trademark twinkle return to those otherworldly eyes. “Pretty soon after actually. I… had a feeling too.”

Sam’s dimples made every ache in your body disappear as that twinkle glistened in full force, “And how’d you know which one to shoot?”

Well, that dampened your mood and brought you back to the task at hand, “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because you kept grimacing every time you used your left wrist?” Although your words had a bitter force behind them, the pressure beneath your fingertips never increased and Sam had almost completely forgotten about his pain.

You, on the other hand, were reminded of your struggle to reconcile with what had happened since his question prompted a restored and growing frustration.

It had been bugging you the whole time and you felt compelled to confront him about it because storming in alone with a bad wrist, ready to throw hands with an out-of-his-league monster was really not Sam’s style. Something must’ve gotten into him and with everything the shifter had told you, you couldn’t help but wonder. Nevertheless, you were a little afraid of how he might answer, so Dean had to lean in closer to hear your next words.

“Why didn’t you just shoot him?”

“W-what do you mean?” Sam stammered out after a pause.

“Sam, you have a broken wrist, but instead of sending Dean or using your gun from the get-go, you came in like a madman and went after him with your fists!” Your voice was full of incredulity though it also carried an undertone of anger.

As Sam picked up on that reproachful tone, you could almost feel the telltale signs of his puppy dog eyes coming on. “He used my face to deceive you, to hurt you. They manipulated us. I had to- ...I mean, he killed those women just to get us here. He had it coming!”

Your hopes plummeted. Of course, Sam was ever the righteous man. Why would you assume his brashness had been purely born out of a need to avenge you? Though regardless of his reason, you were still upset about his self-destructing behavior, “Yeah, but you had to have realized you were in no position to be the one to give it to him, right? I mean, you might’ve looked the same but he was juiced up on monster superpowers, Sam… which meant he was stronger and faster, not to mention uninjured, in his own territory, and apparently the only one with a sound plan.”

A breath of laughter left Sam’s lips though there was no smile on his face. Here he’d been on a mission to save you, but you were the one who’d ended up saving him, again. You must’ve thought he was comically stupid and pathetically useless. How could he possibly think he was worthy of you? “I guess I should thank you for saving my ass again, huh?”

“What?! No! That’s not what I mean. Sam, you’re the one who saved me! And I’m beyond grateful for it, really I am. I just wish you didn’t hurt yourself more in the process.” You finally finished up with his wrist wrap, securing the final ends with a clip, and letting your hands linger on his for longer than necessary, momentarily distracted by the disparity of size between them. Sam didn’t appear uncomfortable though, as his fingers twitched closer to yours and he made no move to pull away.

He couldn’t help but smile again when he noticed the sincere concern in your eyes that was previously absent in the shifter’s. “Yeah well, what was it you once said to me? ‘Your ass will always be worth it’?” 

“And if I remember correctly, you once told me you don’t do things on hunts that make your injuries worse,” you quoted him back with an arched brow.

“Yeah well, I guess this is payback. Now you know how I felt.” A playful grin made his dimples deepen and you clenched your jaw to refrain from gushing over the ridiculous cuteness of this ‘giant lumberjack’.

“You’re an idiot.”

“As long as you’re OK,” Sam answered assuredly, and you nearly melted when his free hand caressed your cheek for the second time that day, big thumb tracing a feather-light path below the purpled skin.

‘You’re both fucking idiots,’ Dean groaned internally from the other side of the door. He knew he had no choice but to up his game.

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Mark, this is how we broke up

idol!Mark Lee x reader // SMUT, FLUFF, ANGST (?) Summary: She taught him how to fuck but there’s so much more going on in their relationship. Word Count: 6k Warnings: Sex, Sex, Sex, actual sex and mentions of sex, filthy, mentions of rough sex, mentions of forced sex, emotionally unstable Mark, slightly addicted to sex, Mentions of other idols, mentions of birth control side effects, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex and protected sex, cursing, mature or at least trying to be Note: inspired by the recent breakup that I had. There’s no way that this ‘might’ be true. We all know Mark is a nice boy. If you’re not okay with any of the warning please click away.

“Ohh- Mark! Right there!”

“Right here? Hmm?” Mark puts more pressure on her clit and eventually pinches it to make her sensitive. Her legs closed and she received a juicy smack on her ass, “Why are you closing your legs? Don’t you like what I’m doing, huh?” his mouth is near her ear, every heavy breath, groan or moan from him goes directly to her ear and straight to her pussy.

With all the energy she still have, she praises Mark while he continues to fuck her senseless. Both of his hands are on the side of her head, having a full view of Mark’s ethereal visuals. Blonde sex hair flowing as he moves back and forth, his thin silver necklace dangling on his neck, his face completely contorted as he fucks her good.

Mark leans on her to suck on her boobs putting her completely on edge and is about to have a great orgasm. Mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, her hands raking Mark’s arms as she ask him to “please stop” but Mark will only stop when he wants to. Because of her high pitch moan and sharp exhales, Mark knew she had a great orgasm which feeds his pride more.

Gritting his teeth, he lifted his hips and gave her sharp quick thrusts while she’s still sensitive from her previous orgasms. “Hold on just a bit, I’m almost there” he whispers. He fucks the girl like he’s proving something, catching his own release and making the girl beneath him cry from over stimulation. He groaned a little too loud, but he doesn’t care. It’s his own damn apartment.

Removing his cock inside her throbbing hole, Mark rolls to the side and discarded the condom, throwing it to the trash near his bed. He watches the girl shiver beside him, closing her legs tight to ease the sensitivity. With one touch of Mark’s cold fingers on her shoulder, the girl let out a whine. “Relax, I’m just helping you calm down and cover your body” he said as he covers the girl with his thick blue sheets.

Head resting on the headboard with both of his hands pillowing his head, the room was cold and quiet as Mark lay beside her naked with a soft cock. “I’m a hooker but, you’re something- there’s something to the way you fuck” she started a conversation after calming down. “It’s getting late, I’ll call you a cab” he avoids the subject politely.

After the hooker left, Mark feels lonely again in his big apartment. Thinking about what the hooker told him earlier. It made him have flashbacks he didn’t want to have. He’s lonely enough right now, he can’t afford to think about you. But it’s too late. He’s now swimming to the happy memories he had with you, trying so hard not to think about how he ruined a once in a lifetime relationship and just focused on how your smile gives warmth to his heart.

“I miss you, y/n” he murmurs before he drifts into sleep, hoping to dream about you.

FOUR YEARS AGO

You’re starting your new life in Korea with a job at one of the country’s biggest company, SM Entertainment as part of NCT’s creative team specifically on fashion deparment. The job was stressful and tiring but theres nothing you could not handle, you love what you do. Working for NCT made you love the members like your own brother, all except for one member. Mark Lee.

It all started when you realised that Mark is not a boy anymore but a man who wants to gain experience with mature stuff. You and Mark eye each other during music video and vlog shoots and you both grew fondly, sneakily hold hands under the table during company dinners, texting and calling nonstop when you don’t see each other for weeks.

Mark has always been sweet to you and he’s not ashamed to show you how he feels. One time they used flowers as props for the shoot and Mark secretly put a flower near your stuff with a note, “You did well today.” He bought Starbucks drinks for all the staffs so he could give you your favorite drink freely and without hiding, “Noona, this is for you. Fighting for today.” Whenever other members are flirting with you, he will stop the members from bugging you and tell them, “Noona already has a boyfriend, don’t bother flirting” and it always makes you blush how Mark is so overprotective.

You and Mark became more than friends but less than lovers for almost half a year. And Mark’s constant want to make you feel love pushed him to ask you out officially. Taking you on private dates around Seoul, making time for you and letting the members and his manager know about your relationship.

Since you’re Mark’s first girlfriend, he’s not a perfect boyfriend. At least not yet. He always picks up a fight with you, decides recklessly when it comes to your relationship, and he’s moving so fast. “I’m just saying that if we start living together, we will fight less and we can have more time together” he said as he argues to you on the phone.

You don’t answer him because it’s useless, he will somehow get what he wants because he has the money, and you love him. Mark let out sharp exhale on the phone, “Okay I’m sorry. I’m being childish again. I’ll stop by at your apartment after dance practice. I love you”

He arrived at 11pm in your apartment with his manager. “Take care of him y/n, he has a headache. A bad one. Overworked I guess” his manager said before leaving you and Mark. Your boyfriend kiss you on the lips and greeted you, “Hi” weak and sleepy, Mark hugged you tight.

While watching him eat dinner he tells you everything about his day at work, how he’s preparing for three comebacks these past few months and he needs to finish writing four songs in two weeks. “Good thing I have you by the end of the day, right?” he said after finishing his meal. You hand him some painkillers for his headache, “Yes. Now, come to bed with me. No more working please, Mark. Even the best people in the world rest at night” realising that you’re right, he nods and let you take him to your bedroom.

“What will I do without you” he whispers to you before going to sleep with you.

The thing is, many people don’t know that Mark is actually vulnerable and emotionally unstable. Sometimes he’s not confident with his songs and he needs you to help him write because he only trusts what you say. If you say this phrase is good, or you honestly don’t like the words in this song he will take your word from it. That’s how much he depends on you. And sometimes, it puts you in a hard position because Mark is depending on you all the time is a heavy responsibility.  

It’s like he really can’t get everything done without you or without your opinion. It’s not that he doesn’t trust the other members, it just so happens that your opinion matters above anything else.

Mark may be too sweet and gentle most of the time, but he’s horny for you. Really horny. Whenever you’re alone with him in your apartment he always initiates having sex and you always say no and he respects that. You’re definitely not a virgin anymore and you have way too much experience, but Mark doesn’t. It’s not a problem of course, but you just wan’t to take it slow. Wait for the perfect time to finally have sex.

Mark being the virgin in this relationship and the one who lacks experience, he tries so hard to ruin his innocence before the day you two finally have sex. Watching tons of porn and take notes to some stuff he can do with you, working out more so he can at least look good in bed.

Sure you’ve done other stuff together, from making out wherever and whenever to giving oral to each other in the morning or before you both go to sleep. Back when Mark saw you  half naked in bed for the first time he didn’t know how to touch you, you used to teach him how to properly touch you in the way you like to be touched by your boyfriend. Now, he’s the one surprising you in bed whenever your legs are widely spread for him and his head is in between you eating your pussy like there’s no tomorrow.

After dating for nine months, Mark convinced you to live together as your birthday gift to him. “Please, you know how much I want live with you” he pout in front of you while you take his body measurements for a new stage costume. He worked hard last year and he bought himself his first own apartment and he told you he wanted to share it with you. How can you refuse that kind of offer when he’s trying so hard to be a part of your life, forever.

You moved in with Mark and you filled his apartment with happy memories, never ending laughter and giggles because he’s a funny guy. The kitchen became a learning place for him because you teach him how to cook almost everyday and he’s doing great. Peaceful mornings are both your favorite, it makes him feel like a normal person who cooks breakfast for you and waking up with his girlfriend in his arms is something not normal for an idol.

“This place is our safe place, only for us. No fan service for me, no boss for you to please. Just Mark and Y/n.”

Lately work is not giving you a hard time and so does Mark. You two always go home together, spend more time together, and finally had the perfect time to be more intimate. It’s been like this for almost a week already, It’s a Friday night and after having dinner and taking a warm bath before bed, you and Mark found each other in the middle of bed cuddling. Hands intertwined and legs all tangled up.

“What if I tell you, we could finally have sex tonight?” you asked him. Ruffling his damped hair from his hot shower.

“I’d say, ‘tsk. don’t tease me’” he said with a small smile in his face. His breath touches your cheeks because you’re too close with each other.

“No, seriously we can”

He pull away from your embrace, just a little to look at your face if you’re serious. “Scratch that, I’d say ‘what’s gotten into you?’” he dives in for a slow kiss, cupping your face with one hand while the other is still intertwined with yours.

Seeing you unbutton your sleepwear made him realise that you’re serious. He kissed you more and removes his shirt and sweat pants leaving him with only his boxer briefs. You on the other hand is exposed wearing only your white panties.

Feeling excited and a bit nervous, Mark slowly crawled in between your legs and he looks handsome than ever. It’s not your first time but you feel like a virgin again, that untouched seventeen year old. Mark smiled at you before he removes your panties, watching his own hands slide your underwear down.

He came close to you just beside your ear giggling like a little boy, “I’m nervous” he said and proceeds to kiss your neck. It seems like he knew exactly what he was doing, but you can’t blame him for being honest. “I’ll be vocal as possible” he hums in approval and continues to kiss every inch of your body.

He managed to remove his boxer briefs while licking your wet pussy, your eyes are closed and your hands are tugging his soft hair. Moaning his name whenever his tongue hits a good spot, putting more pressure and intensity bringing you to your first orgasm. Mark became really good at giving you oral you thought.

“I think you’re ready” he whispered as he grabs the condom on the drawer beside the bed. While you watch him roll the condom on his cock, your heart skipped a beat when he faced you and hold your legs open. The next thing you know, he’s slamming his dick in your pussy making you shout and jolt your hips beneath him, “Ah! Easy- baby, Im not going anywhere!”

The whole time you were having sex, he was not minding about your pleasure. He was so focused on his own sweet release and he can see that you’re not liking it but you let him continue.

Given that it’s Mark’s first time, the first round didn’t go well. “Do you want me to takeover?” you feel bad about it, but to be honest you wan’t Mark to never forget this night the night he losses his virginity. He hugs you tight while he’s on top of you feeling really ashamed of what he just did.

“There’s no need to feel shy baby. We have all night and a lot of days to have great sex. Come on, I’ll ride you” he’s still not moving and still hugging you tight, caressing your hair and enjoying your warm body beneath him.

“Okay baby, I need to breath. You’re heavy ugh-“ you tricked him and he didn’t have a choice but to pull away. You laughed and switched positions, putting your legs on both sides of his hips wetting his cock with you wet pussy. He felt your pussy raw for the first time and he loves it, holding your hips and as you slowly grind on top of him. “I got you” you leaned forward to give him a peck on on the lips.

His right arm swings to his head, as if he can’t believe what’s happening. Moaning your name so deliciously, “Oh, it feels good” he said with an airy tone. His mouth is open the whole time you were grinding on his cock, stopping himself from cumming too early. You grabbed a new condom on the drawer, and rolled it on his hard cock.

“Now put inside me” you said oh so sexily. With shaking hands, he lines his cock to your cunt and he watched how your pussy swallow his thick cock and let out a soft ‘fuck’ when it fully disappeared. You smile on top of him as you wait for yourself to get used from the stretch before moving. Both of your hands are on his chest as you watch him moan and move his head from side to side while you clench and unclench your pussy.

“I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that” he voiced out, you only let out a small chuckle.

“Try to stop cumming so early and enjoy it, Mark” you finally move your hips, grinding slowly, fucking him like how he deserves to be fucked. Mark’s hands grips on your hips so tightly the whole time you were fucking him slowly, making sure he won’t forget this moment. He’s peeking from his lashes, trying to get a look at you while you fuck him for the first time in his life.

“I’m glad you’re my first fuck” he said, trying to smile at you with hooded eyes, head rolled back to the pillows on his head and looking so fucking hot as he enjoys the pleasure you’re giving right now.

When you’ve had enough of slow fucking him, you tighten you grip on his shoulder and doubled your pace. Making you both moan each other’s name, his cock is finally making you feel good. You feel Mark’s cock twitch inside you and leaned closer to him, kissing him passionately as you bring him to edge.

To your surprise he bit your lower lip when he finally reached his climax with mouth open, eyes closed and brows furrowed. You smiled beneath him as you watch him cum and shiver, his hands still gripping both of your ass cheeks.

As he slowly open his eyes, he gave you a sweet smile and his tight grip became soft touches around your back. You flop on top of him as he caress your hair again. “How’s that for our first time?” you asked him, still weak from his orgasm.

“I still feel bad because I can’t fuck you good though” he said, but he looks happy now. You switched positions again so he could have the honour of pulling out after having a mind blowing orgasm. Slowly pulling out his dick, Mark watched your pussy stretched while he pull out. Kissing it like it’s your lips and apologising for not making you cum using his dick, on your first night having sex.

“Thank you for this. I mean, I should be the one making it special for you. But I failed and like, I really feel bad about it but like, I don’t know. Somehow it went wrong” he pulls the thick sheets to cover your naked bodies and lay beside you. Keeping you close and admiring your beautiful face.

“It’s not like you didn’t tried making me feel good, baby. You made me feel good too, I wouldn’t be wet the entire time if-“ in the middle of your explanation he put a finger on your slit and checked if you’re telling the truth and if you’re still good to go for another round. “you startled me” you said, enjoying the way his fingers move slowly.

“Want to give me a second chance?”

Without hesitation, you nod your head and kissed Mark sloppily. Mark is a fast learner, you didn’t know but the whole time you were fucking him earlier he was observing how you want things. He found out that he should take things slow, entering your tight pussy and looking directly in your eyes this time, “Mark, how did you know I’m in love with your eyes? Ah! fuck!” his hips moves slow and it feels way better than the first and second time.

The third round made Mark a little confident on fucking you, he made you moan his name, grip his shoulder, close your eyes and open your mouth as you ask for more. He was asking you how can he make you feel better even though you’re already batshit losing your mind on how good he feels inside you.

‘How fast do you want me to go? Hmm?’ ‘Baby, can I bite your nipples?’ ‘Clench all you want baby, I won’t cum before you do I promise’ ‘Want me to kiss you here? Okay’

‘What? You want another round after this? Me too’

“I love you” he whispered while thrusting with a steady pace that you specifically asked. Kissing you while he wait for a response. He chuckled and felt proud when he saw you smile and out of words. Finally, he made you cum using his dick, with a little help of his fingers putting on your clit.

Feeling so accomplished before he finally sleep after using all five condoms that he have. He hugged you tight and whispered how in love he is with you but you’re already sleeping. Kissing you good night as you don’t know how happy Mark Lee is.

After that unforgettable night, you and Mark have sex almost everyday and just as you expected he became more confident in bed and even more sexier as each day passes. Sometimes he can be a little bit more filthier and rougher in bed, like that one time when he spits on your pussy, putting back your panties on and fucked you good wearing those ruined panties.

And that one time when he was so tired from practice, he fucked you really rough that night. Skipping foreplay and slamming his hard cock inside your dry pussy, “Mark! I’m not yet ready” you said as you try pushing his body away from you but he said, “I don’t care” in the most sexiest way ever and it turned you on. He apologised later after that night and he never did it again, because he knew it was wrong. But you said you liked it and it was pretty hot.

The members noticed Mark’s glow whenever you two had a great fuck from the night before and they always tease him for not being a baby anymore. His experience with sex made him write more songs about it. About you. Which the managers loved without a doubt and because of that Mark goes home to you every night with a big smile. Tired but happy.

You stopped using condoms when you finally took birth control shots. Having sex without a condom is new to Mark but this time, everything went well. You completely can’t get enough of each other, you passed out that night from too much fucking.

During his back to back to back comebacks and preparations with NCT 127 and SuperM, you both had busy schedules and stressful days because of work. And he comes home tired, sometimes frustrated and mad. You had sex more often because of stress and usually Mark is the one asking for it. Day and night, before you both leave for work and at night before you sleep.

If theres peace, chaos will somehow enter your lives. The side effects of the birth control shots was ten times harder than taking a normal birth control pill and it’s causing the fight in your relationship most of the time. Whenever Mark wants to have sex but you don’t because you don’t feel well due to the side effects, he sometimes make his way to you and convince you eventually. “You won’t move, I promise to do all the work” but the sex itself makes you sick even more.

You wanted to stop taking the birth control shot but Mark insist, telling you that it’s much safer than condoms. The thought of Mark getting you pregnant would brought chaos to the world, both of your careers would be ruined plus neither one of you is ready to be a parent. So you did it for Mark, you continued taking the birth control shot even though you really don’t want to.  

He’s not always like this, he’s only an asshole whenever he’s really really stressed at work which happens thrice a week, and the fight will usually last a week long. This happened during the preparation for Kick It era and Punch era and SM were making you both work like crazy.

Sometimes Mark sleeps at the dorms after yelling at you and picking a fight with you, “I make time so we could spend quality time together but you always make me feel like shit by refusing to make love and spend time with me. I don’t get you anymore!”

And sometimes you force yourself to work overtime just so you could forget the fight and have a breather. “Stay mad all you want, I don’t care I have work to do”

Most of the time it’s always job over the relationship and you notice Mark’s slight addiction on having sex with you. Not that he became a sex addict, no. Maybe he’s just really stress and he depends to you a lot, that’s why.

Even though the red flags were all bright and waving, you just brush it off and still stay with Mark. But one time you tried telling it to him, and he didn’t take it well. Anger clouded his mind, “Just tell me to stop having sex with you and stop accusing me.” It hurts when Mark doesn’t listen to what you feel and seeing him leave for practice without even looking to you straight up makes your heart ache.

When you didn’t come home because of work one night and Mark stayed up late waiting for you, the thought of you not living with him anymore and you leaving him in general scared the shit out of him. He went back to SM building to apologise, only to find you sleeping soundly in a small couch, curled up to an uncomfortable position but you’re tired already.

“Baby” he woke you in the most quiet way possible not wanting your officemates to wake up and see him. Thankfully your sleep was not that deep and you heard Mark’s whispers, “Mark?” you whisper back.

“Come home, please?” you came home with him without hesitation, scared that the other employees might see him if he stayed longer in public with you.

Mark always find a way to talk it out and make amends. He will need you and you will always understand him and everything will be peaceful for a few days or if you get lucky, weeks. But life will always find a way to make you two fight and make up, and do it over and over again. Breaking up was never a solution, Mark knew that all too well. He can’t live without you.

Sex feels good again lately and you haven’t fought for over three weeks already. He’s been incredibly sweet and caring, taking you out on dates and helping you with work whenever he can. Honestly you’ve been pretty worried about him, he’s been having anxiety and worries about his songs lately. Even questioning his own profession, ‘What if being an idol is not for me? Like, what if I have a different calling that’s why I suck at what I do now?” Mark throwing you questions like this makes you love him harder. Pouring every support you can give to him and stretch your patience more for him. His mental health becomes more and more unstable and it went on like this for roughly half a year already.

The past few months were quiet as if peace has taken over your lives again. Mornings became more peaceful and Mark makes love with you instead of just having sex for the sake of stress release. Kick It and Punch were both successful, now you’re both enjoying your long awaited rest eating watermelons in bed. Even though you’re both aware about Mark’s unstable mental state, life can still be sweet and beautiful because of the love you share.

“I’d trade any moment for peaceful times like this with you” he said, “our second year anniversary is coming” he scrunched his nose in front of you while munching. “I have the best gift for you and you won’t guess it this time” he speaks proud and you smirk at him, feeling excited about it. “I don’t want anything in this world. Just never leave me” he added.

Rest days are always your favorite because you two can stay in bed the whole day, watch Netflix, sing in the shower together for almost two hours, dates around Seoul, shopping together, have lazy sex, have filthy sex. In other words, no calls from work or idol schedules for Mark.

“Are you trying to get me pregnant?” you giggle as you brush Mark’s hair away from his face. Feeling his soft skin against yours, touching his muscles while you come down from your high.

“Maybe” kiss, “what if I am?” kiss, “I miss having fun like this in bed with you” kiss. Mark is siting in bed with you on top of him, sitting on his lap. His head in resting on the head board, arms around your body. He has a full view of your boobs and your glowing face.

“You know I like seeing you cum on top of me” you hum in approval, “three more rounds? What do you say?” he waits for your answer, not forcing you this time. Making sure he won’t do what he did from the past that made you hate him and cry in bed. Mark almost lost you that night.

Of course you want three more rounds in bed with Mark. “That’s my girl” he licks the valley between your boobs, hugging you close as you use his cock inside you for your own sweet release. Arms around his neck, you push him closer to your chest as he bites your nipples and eventually sucking them. “Mark, that feels good” you moan to make sure he won’t stop doing what he’s doing.

“C-close, Mark I’m close”

He lowers your body as he takes over on thrusting in you on top of his lap. Gripping and tugging anything you could find in bed as he fucks you senseless making your boobs bounce in front of him, lust taking over him fully. “Fuuuck!” you screamed and quickly hugged him to stop, he got the message. Hands caressing your bare back as you shiver on top of Mark’s lap, legs weak as you flop back down to the mattress making Mark giggle and draw small circles on your nipple as he lays beside you. After two more rounds, you begged him for one more round and ride him good as a thank you for making you feel good the whole night.  

“My stylist said I should go for a striking pink for SuperM comeback, I don’t know if that will suit me… Will it? Do you think I should go for it?” again with his dependancy to you.  

Mark is at a hair salon with Taeyong getting their hair done and ready for SuperM comeback happening in less than a week. Hearing that he will have a striking pink hair made you stop what you’re doing and imagine what he would look like. “Are you sure this is not about loving watermelons?” He giggled through the phone, “No.”

When he came home with a striking pink hair, you laughed at him but deep inside he looks handsome. “Well, you look yummy” you kissed him and smelled his hair. He picked you up bridal style and ran to your shared bedroom and tickled you until you cry tears of joy.

Tomorrow is your second anniversary and you can’t spend it together because he’s busy with SuperM promotions. Mark is a simple man who likes simplicity and nothing too fancy in life so looking for a really good anniversary gift is challenge. But you can’t give up. You decided to buy him a new guitar, similar with the one has but somewhat better and different. Inside the guitar there’s a written simple message that he can read whenever he’s doubting again.

It’s already five in the morning and Mark will leave in fifteen minutes. When you open your eyes, you see a cute Mark Lee kissing you until you wake up. He smells clean, his fingertips are cold against your skin, “Happy anniversary. This is one out of two for my anniversary gift” he slips a silver ring on your left ring finger which perfectly fits.

“It’s a promise ring if you’re wondering. I promise to be a better boyfriend. And I saw your gift by the way. I love it. I can’t wait to use it and sing to you after promotions. Just hang in there okay? I love you”

You went got up and it’s surprisingly cold, still sleepy and tired from last night, you saw a bouquet of flowers on top of the coffee table and a paper that contains Girls Generation’s members signature. Complete and framed. It made you happy and laugh because he used his idol card again just to make you smile over the silliest things.

The SuperM promotions was longer than expected but Mark is having a great time with his Hyungs. While Mark is away you’re work keeps on piling up because the company transferred you from NCT to Red Velvet, which you enjoyed because now you’re making costumes for girls.

You and Mark focused on work and it didn’t made you feel angry in fact, you think that Mark being away can make you focus better at work. You realised that you’re better off away from each other. As days and weeks go by, you think about moving out of Mark’s apartment. But he wouldn’t let you do it so you think of another plan.

Mark has been calling you for days already and you only answer just for the sake of telling him that you’re fine. From there on Mark sensed something wrong and the feeling doesn’t sit well on him. Being far from you makes him overthink stuff and imagine things that has the worst case scenario. Like you, getting tired of him because he’s emotionally unstable.

It’s almost midnight and you were just finishing work when Mark came out of nowhere and surprised you. “Surprise! I’m home! Oh, I’ve missed you so much” he said and showered your cheeks with kisses his hug getting tighter and tighter.

You irritatedly pushed him away.

“Okay- that’s new” he let out a sigh, “What did I do now?”

You crossed your arms and lean on the wall, you don’t know how to say it but you’ve made up your mind. You’re going to leave him. “I’m breaking up with you” He stopped listening after you said it.

“It’s funny how I saw this coming but still I had faith with you! I had faith with you that you will not chose to leave me, but fuck-“ he punched the wall, completely hurting his hand you wanted to come to him so bad and made him stop hurting himself but you can’t. To be honest his ears rang, he was light headed and he feel like throwing up. Tiredness and breakup in the middle of the night is not a good mixture.

“Don’t get me wrong please, I don’t hate you. I want to fix this baby, I tried thinking about about solutions and guess what we already tried everything and were still a mess. It bothers me. Knowing that we all have these problems all along and ignoring it over and over again- it’s bothering me baby. We can’t fix it, we can’t fix us”

Admitting that fighting for the relationship made you tired, is a hard pill to swallow. And it hurts because choosing to love yourself this time will hurt him. His emotional dependancy, the sex, and now you don’t know if you want the same things in life anymore.

You wanted to choose yourself this time and do what’s best for you. Because in the past two years, you’ve doing everything what’s best for Mark and Mark only because that’s how you love him. And leaving him is how you can love yourself.

“A week” he blurted out while you were in the moment of pouring out all your concerns. “A week off baby, let’s give each other some space” he kissed your forehead and left you. After what happened he figured, for sure you don’t want to sleep on the same bed with him.  

The space that Mark asked for just made him missed you, it made him realised how he’s been taking your patience for granted and how he’s using every part of your being for his own good. He wanted to fix that. He wanted to fix it so badly.

Looking back over the years, he remembered how you didn’t want to live together but he made you because it’s his birthday wish. ‘Mark how can you ask something like that?’ he told himself, hating himself more.

He remembered how you didn’t want to take birth control shots anymore because you’re having side effects already. And instead of being concerned he got mad at you. Mark told the story to Johnny and he just gave him a ’Tsk. I’m very disappointed’

While forcing himself to write lyrics with Taeyong on a Monday night, he kept on telling Taeyong that he needs your opinion first about the first words that he wrote already. Mark got an earful from Taeyong, ‘you shouldn’t depend on her always! You don’t how heavy it might be for her! Tsk. Do you think she knows anything about what we do here? She has her own profession! She studied years and years for it, how can you do this to her?’ of course Taeyong is always right.

On Wednesday night, you broke up officially with Mark.

“I think we should continue living separately from now on, Mark” you removed the promise ring that he gave you and put it in front of him. He was quiet the whole time, but he understands, blaming himself of course. He understands that now it’s all about you.

“They say if you love someone and they need you don’t leave them, and we hear those words in dramas. But Mark, this isn’t fantasy this is reality that’s really heavy for me. We ignored all the red flags and I think it’s time to let go now”

During your move out, he didn’t showed up and helped you. It’s okay, you thought. You hurt him and he needs time to heal. Clearing your stuff felt like freedom and you thought it was cruel. Cruel for Mark. You feel bad because breaking up really made you feel better.

Looking at the pictures around the apartment, made you feel sad, yes. But leaving it behind and putting them down one by one made you feel free. And again you think it’s cruel because Mark don’t feel the same way, he clearly wanted push through the relationship and you clearly don’t want that.

All the more reason to break up. You don’t want the same things anymore.

Because you did great with NCT and Red Velvet, another great opportunity knocked on your door. A job in Paris. You considered not taking it because of Mark, then you remember that you two have broken up.

He came to your apartment a week after the break up, begging you to come back in his life. “I heard you left SM, baby is it because of me?” you gave him a glass of water and sat beside him, it’s been a week but he already looked like shit. Dark under eyes and no happiness in his eyes.

“Listen to me,” you reached for his hand, “It’s not because of you. I’m finally choosing me. I’m doing what’s best for me and my career. It has nothing to do with you Mark”

He went on and on again about coming back to his life, telling you promises that you know he can keep, but you don’t want to be part of it anymore. “I Promise, I will someday be okay emotionally, I want you to be beside me when that happens. I think breaking up isn’t the solution baby, do you remember how great we are together? We can fix this, we can try and then if it doesn’t work i’ll leave. I’ll never bother you again”

“How can you say breaking up is not the right thing to do now? Mark I’ve honestly never been more peaceful these past few days”

Mark didn’t need to hear other things. What you said made him realised that he used up every chance he could make up with you. He left without saying a word, keeping the pain to himself the whole drive back to the dorms. “Dude, it’s going to be okay. Were here.” Johnny, Hyuck, Taeyong and Jaehyun all listened to him cry at the car not talking to anyone of them.

PRESENT DAY. FOUR YEARS AFTER

Mark still loves you.

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inspired by the recent breakup that I had, please don’t steal my feelings huhu. Enjoy, and thank you so much for reading!

#nct-writers #neowritingsnet #nct smut #mark lee smut #nct mark lee smut #mark lee fluff #nct mark lee fluff #nct fluff #mark lee angst #nct mark lee angst #nct angst #mark lee x reader #idol au #breakup au #nct 127 #nct imagines #nct scenarios

[cookinguptales]

I’m probably going to take a couple days before I start writing my next fic (that last one... was a lot...) but I have a few ideas I’ve been batting around. (See: thinking about when I should be working.)

realistically speaking, I will probably get to each and every one of them when and if the bug bites me, but like. if there are any of these that people are particularly excited about, I can try and guide my dumbass brain a little. lmao

cut because wow there are actually a lot of these:

five times nandor attempted to hypnotize guillermo (and one he didn’t)

guillermo gets Real Sick and nandor doesn’t handle it super well*

guillermo finally gets a real offer from another vampire who actually values him and nandor handles that even worse**

guillermo accidentally doses the vampires with a truth serum and Shit Ensues

sfw fic about guillermo realizing nandor needs a break from being a leader

nsfw fic about guillermo realizing nandor needs a break from being a leader

nsfw fic in which nandor convinces guillermo that slayer play is a good idea really that will not end poorly at all

(unrelated to the previous prompt) now nandor is injured and being a big baby about it and guillermo feels guilty that he didn’t prevent it

s3 AU in which they DO go traveling together because sometimes you must FLOUT canon for your own sick and twisted desires (which include nandor making guillermo take a picture of him holding up pisa. incorrectly.)

vampire!guillermo established relationship. guillermo doesn’t take well to a new familiar taking over his duties.

vampire!guillermo established relationship. navigating their first orgy together? and does it get possessive? yes.

new monster dropped bestie it’s an incubus

I don’t actually think Guillermo’s a complete virgin but let’s just say that he is and someone’s gotta fuck him so he doesn’t get eaten let’s just say that

nandor again believes he is cursed and demands guillermo protect him. guillermo thinks this is all dumb but he complies. note: he may actually be cursed.

b i t e idk I like eroticized blood drinking, I am weak

THIS IS JUST WHAT MY BRAIN HAS BEEN LIKE LATELY, IT’S A PROBLEM.

Honestly, the closer it is to the top, the more likely I am to write it bc I’ve already been thinking about them a lot. Whether I write NSFW fic or not is highly mood dependent. Usually I don’t but you never know.

Anyway I usually like to do requests like once a month or something but I have so many ideas that idk when I’ll do that again. Definitely for my birthday, like I usually like to do, but that’s not till May so. A nice compromise, I think, is to be like “HERE ARE SOME IDEAS, WHICH ARE YOU MOST EXCITED ABOUT?” and then I may listen or I may not. Look, I have ADHD, I never know what I’m going to write, either. But I will take things under advisement.

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* Is sickfic an okay thing to write now?? It’s one of my favorite genres, but like... things have clearly been Rough on that front lately... I like the idea of Guillermo getting a very typical (but serious) human disease that can’t easily be prevented, like pneumonia, to make Nandor be like oh shit I think of him like a warrior but I forgot how human he really is?? not fair that he can die maybe from some dumb bug?? etc. BUT I don’t want to upset anyone. :( 

** Okay full disclosure I’ve actually had 6k of this one sitting on my hard drive for three weeks, but the part I wrote is mostly just porn. >.> I’d have to like. actually go back and write the rest of it. I know the plot, I just skipped it because I wanted to write... something else...

#look my brain is just a hurricane of smooching right now #it's a real issue #but it's also been a while since I did requests and I didn't even do many then so like #I got The Itch #nandermo #writing liveblogging #wwdits

[atruththatyoudeny]

Happy 28th! I’ve read so many awesome fics this month! Make sure to check them all out. As always, all my love to all the authors in this fandom ♥

➻ don't want to fight you | starryharry | enemies to lovers - enemies to friends to lovers - pining - mutual pining - angst - fluff slow burn - no smut - 124k Louis hates that it’s familiar. He hates that sparring Harry is familiar because they train together. He hates that he even has to spar Harry at all, because Harry is good. Louis wonders what his life would be like if him and Harry didn’t hate each other. He can’t picture it, really. The incessant bickering that often turns into real arguing, the nasty looks, the eye rolls, the middle fingers. It all feels very necessary at this point. Or, the one where two fighters can also be lovers because routines are never permanent.

➻ we are ghosts amongst these hills | louisgaynkles | Soulmates - reincarnation - historical - slow burn - angst - fluff - 84k Harry spontaneously buys a house in Yorkshire because the universe, or fate, keeps leading him to it. What he didn’t know, is that his new house comes with a past that seems to be mysteriously tied to his own life. Before he knows it he finds himself travelling back in time, stuck in the middle of a century old love story. Featuring Louis as a farmer with a passion for gardening, Zayn as the heir to the local manor, Niall as a pub owner with a secret, and a truly underappreciated Liam. Based on Mariana by Susanna Kearsley

➻ through the wheatfields and the coastlines | thepolourryexpress | farms - cowboys - angst - implied/referenced homophobia - implied/referenced gun use - humor - smut - 53k “You’re not from around here, are ya?” Hot Cowboy asks, tracking his little lamb with his eyes. Louis frowns slightly, having thought he was doing pretty well at not sticking out like a sore thumb. It’s not like he’s not from around here — it’s not his first summer he’s spent at his grandparents'. But he supposes that the Manhattan city lifestyle that he’s used to is always going to shine through. “I’m visiting family for the summer,” Louis explains, cheeks a little pink. “Trying to get some work done without distractions.” Or, alternatively, the one where Louis needs inspiration, and a certain cowboy and his lamb are the perfect distraction.

➻ An Irrationally Strong Bond Between Two People | jishler | dystopia - friends to lovers - angst - first time - 18k Before The Advancement, most human lives and careers were plagued by irrationality and a lack of productivity. This was largely the symptom of what scientists refer to as “interpersonal passion,” which included two separate (though often conjointly occurring) phenomena: “love,” and “sex.” “Love” was a pre-Advancement word which referred to an irrationally strong bond between two people, which caused its sufferers to prioritise their fellow “lover,” as well as the integrity of the malignant bond itself, over vital things such as workplace productivity. Taken every two weeks in pill form, The Drug immediately removes interpersonal passion from the human psyche. Children’s friendships do not have the capacity to develop into full-fledged “love” since they are not yet adults. Every person over eighteen takes The Drug gladly, grateful that it allows them to be productive, clear-headed, and rational members of society. A few weeks before Louis’ eighteenth birthday, Harry and Louis fall in love. (Based on the book Louis writes in indiaalphawhiskey's Our Lives, Non-Fiction.)

➻ And When It's Time | larryftnoctrl | Soulmates - soulmate-identifying timers - 6k Louis wants a soulmate, Harry loves his free will. They don't exactly go hand in hand. Prompt: AU where you have a countdown on your wrist for when you're going to meet your soulmate and if you miss it the time will reset. Louis/Harry keep having awful luck and always are missing their time until one day they don't. Maybe the other one is scared/has anxiety about meeting their soulmate? Maybe one time they're in a relationship so they intentionally miss their time? Who knows! But they finally meet :D

➻ made for lovin' you | cuddlerlouis | a/b/o - enemies to lovers - hate to love - soulmates - hurt/comfort - angst - fluff smut - 53k “I’m in,” is all Louis receives. He blinks a few times, making sure he’s reading this right. “For real?” he asks, just to be a hundred percent sure. “Yes,” pops up. “How do you wanna pursue?” The alpha adds, like he’s on a special mission or something. “I’m gonna call us a cab to go to mine. Once I know it’s here, I’ll leave and join you there,” Louis explains. “I’ll text you to go around five minutes before it arrives, so it doesn’t look suspicious, and our friends don’t notice us leaving together.” “Noted.” So Louis does, and ten minutes later, he’s sat in the backseat of a cab, next to Harry Styles, the person he hates the most but unfortunately still finds attractive. They’re on their way to fuck in Louis’ flat. Splendid. - Or the one where a quick, horny decision ruins Louis’ summer plans, but may also lead to unexpected discoveries. Featuring the road trip of dreams, misunderstandings, and a bit of fate.

➻ deFENCEless | solvetheminourdreams | neighbors - enemies to lovers enemies to friends to lovers - gardening - fluff - humor - banter - no smut - 27k "I moved here first," Louis says with finality, crossing his arms over his chest. Harry shoots him an unimpressed look before leaning forward, leaving only a tiny gap between them. "Then get the fence first," he whispers, lips a mere inch or two away from Louis'. When Louis butts heads with his new neighbor who loves to garden a little too much, all he can do to protect his yard (and heart), is keep on building up his fence(s).

➻ Canyon Moon | delsicle | a/b/o - werewolf - soulmates - childhood friends - friends to lovers - arranged marriage - mutual pining - hurt/comfort - angst - 41k For as long as Louis has remembered, he has been promised to be mated to Harry, his best friend and the future pack alpha. But Louis’s heart belonged to the forest and to the hunt more than he could ever imagine it belonging to Harry. Then Harry’s father dies in a violent accident, and Louis’s future alpha disappears on the wind. An A/B/O Lion King AU

➻ only guilty of loving you | sweetrevenge | a/b/o - strangers to lovers - blind date - soulmates - fluff - angst - mutual pining - smut - 22k After Harry gets set up with his co-worker's alpha friend Louis, he's expecting some pleasant conversation, free dinner, and maybe a new friend. What he doesn't expect, however, is that Louis' arrival in his life begins a life of crime Harry never knew he had in him. A You've Got Mail!AU with a twist.

➻ 'Til Everything Changes | lovelarry10 | a/b/o - older characters - brokend bond - loss - falling in love - fluff - implied mpreg - smut - 57k Harry’s nose twitched as he caught a scent on the breeze, one that sent a shudder through his whole body. His eyes closed subconsciously, and he lost himself in the heady scent, the vanilla top notes, and the more woody undertones, making every hair on Harry’s body stand on end. That was how Harry discovered this man was an Alpha. “Jaz, Harry, this is my Uncle Louis. Lou, this is my girlfriend Jasmine, and her dad Harry.” "Lovely to meet you,” Louis grinned, leaning in and kissing Jasmine’s cheek quickly, a respectful Alpha gesture. Harry held his breath as Louis stuck out a hand, taking it almost reluctantly, certain the Alpha would pick up on his own scent and the nerves flowing through it. “Hi, Harry.” “Hi,” Harry said, his voice low and raspy, still affected by Louis’ scent. “Nice to meet you.” ~~~~ Harry’s an Omega who has been alone for too long. Louis’ an Alpha who is scared to find love again. Thanks to the meddling of Harry’s teenage daughter and her boyfriend, the two seem destined to meet, and it might just change everything they thought they knew about their lives. Will they find what they didn’t realise they’ve always wanted in each other?

➻ Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) | youreyesonlarry | ice hockey - hurt/comfort - angst - fluff - major character injury - pining - unrequited love hospitalization - smut - 74k It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day. -------- Prompt 21: Harry stopped playing hockey (after 10 years of a professional career) because of a severe injury. The dream he worked so hard for vanished in the blink of an eye. His family insisted that he had to go to physical therapy, even if it only helped his health. Cue to personal assistant Louis, the most efficient and kind PA one could hire

➻ Rooms on Fire | softfonds | a/b/o - actors - famous/famous - friends with benefits - secret relationship - 34k Ten years ago, Louis helping Harry through a heat was the start of a romance that ended in heartbreak. Now, Harry's marriage is over thanks to his husband's very public infidelity, and Louis is fresh off a Golden Globe win. The last thing they both expect is to be cast in the same movie.

➻ Stumbling Into Your Arms | sunshineandthemoonlight | a/b/o - strangers to lovers - college/university - fluff - 7k Suddenly, Harry’s nose was brushing against Louis' neck, where his scent was overwhelming. Harry jerked his head to the side and took a deep breath of air, trying to clear his nose of Louis’ scent. ‘Don’t get slick, don’t get hard, don’t get slick’, he repeated to himself in his head, like a mantra. Louis and Harry are university students heading home for the holidays. Harry quickly becomes enraptured by the attractive alpha standing across from him in the train carriage, who has a heavenly scent and a gentle smile.

➻ Little by Little | nonsensedarling | mpreg - non traditional a/b/o - exploring sexuality - exploring secondary gender norms - gender identity strangers to friends to lovers - mutual pining - fluff - slow burn - 65k Harry Styles is an omega who works at the London Planetarium, has lived in the same flat for ages, and is happy enough on his own. When he gets home from his first (horrible) attempt at dating in years, a new pregnant neighbor knocks on his door after smelling his cooking. He and Louis quickly become close, but their friendship gets complicated when Harry begins questioning who he is and what he likes. Or Harry discovers figuring out who you are is more complicated than a potato metaphor.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #monthly reads #monthly fic rec #my reads #larry fics #completed fics

[wh0reforjsmh]

Lone Wolf

Summary: A lone she-wolf finds home in a new pack after a series of unfortunate events. As time passes, she slowly falls for the pack alpha and things take turn for the best as they finally find home in each other’s arms.

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x female reader

Genre: werewolf au, smut, fluff, angst

Warnings: violence, mentions of character death, cursing, breeding kink, knotting, size kink, overstimulation, degradation  

Word Count: 6k

Disclaimer: This is my first time officially writing a smut so please bare with me. Some information may not be correct but I had to change it a little to adjust with the story line so don’t come at me, please.

Keep running!

You run through the woods at full speed, ignoring the pain on the soles of your feet and the way the tree branches scratch your skin. Your wolf howls in panic, urging you to run faster and lose the group of vampires following you.

Two days ago, your pack had been ambushed by rogue vampires from the coven that marked the southern land. 

A little too much blood lust had them draining the life out of unsuspecting humans and their thirst for power had them killing off a few stray werewolves that hid themselves from society.

Banishment was their punishment but it didn't hinder them the slightest bit. In fact, it made them even more reckless and hungry for power.

And that's how they killed every last one of your pack members.

You had been tasked to gather a few herbs from a nearby valley to prepare for pack dinner. But the moment you got back, you sensed something wrong.

The atmosphere of the pack grounds had shifted and the cheerful chatter which could be heard within a half a mile radius was no longer present.

There were new scents in the air intermingling with those of your pack mates and instantly, you knew the reason. Vampires.

For centuries, vampires and werewolves had been mutual enemies but in the past few decades, a pact had been formed to prevent supernatural wars, a pact to live in harmony by compromising. It was simple, vampires and werewolves should never kill each other, a simple rule that can easily be carried out.

Whoever defies the agreement will be punished regardless of the reason. And the punishment varies depending on the coven or pack. However, the punishment given by the southern coven might have not proven to be a punishment at all considering the fact that their rogues continue to kill werewolves in the quest for power.

As soon as you heard the familiar howl of your alpha, your father, you ran. It was a distress howl to signal nearby pack mates to hide and protect themselves.

But vampires are agile and powerful, with sensitive hearing that could pick up the slightest of sounds.

And the sound that was emitted when you ran back through where you came from did not go unnoticed. In an attempt to save the remaining pack members, your father and the other alphas used their remaining strength to fight the vampires to give everyone else time to escape. And run you did.

Werewolves are quick on their feet, especially in their wolf form and they have relatively good hearing too. But compared to vampires, you don't stand a chance. You aren't quick enough and the fact that you aren't able to transform into your wolf form yet is another hindrance. And you can't detect their location through sound either.

But one thing you do have is a very good nose and you've been constantly sniffing the air out to pinpoint their position, enough so you could create some distance between you and them.

It's been 2 days since the incident and you've grown tired and weak, never stopping to catch a breath yet unable to suppress the drowsiness that crawls upon your consciousness.

You can't stop yet. You need to run as far as you can till you get help. That is if anyone is willing to help. Your pack has always been a little closed off from the outside world, preferring to keep to yourselves and live peacefully in the dense woods, far from civilization.

But that may prove to be a disadvantage with the way the woods seem endless as you continue to run, nobody in sight save for a few animals that scramble away at your abrupt presence.

You don't know how much longer you can take this, you've always been a weak omega with a small frame and less than average stamina and strength. With the energy you've exerted over the last few days, your body might start to cage in on itself.

"Little wolf," a voice calls out from behind and you gasp as you realize that the vampires are drawing near. "Don't be scared."

You continue to run, tears streaming down your face as you silently cry for help. You wolf is howling all over the place, stressed and gripped with fear.

You don't slow down through the chase despite the growing ache in your limbs and the burning in your lungs. _____

"Hyunjin," Jisung, the pack scout, calls as he stumbles into the main house, out of breath.

Hyunjin looks up at him from the kitchen counter, detecting the uneasiness in his voice.

"Did something happen?"

"I found a few new scents in the western border; they've just entered our land."

Hyunjin furrows his brows in thought. We're not expecting anyone.

"Rogue wolves?"

"I'm not sure. They're closing in though."

Hyunjin gets up from his seat. "Then we go meet them."

"What if it's a trap?" Minho comes into the living room, eyes sharp and guarded.

"Either way, we have to face them. We have a pack to protect and danger won't go away by itself."

"Wait," Jisung raises a hand to silence them, sniffing the air.  He has the best nose out of everyone in the pack hence chosen as the scout.

Hyunjin may have the best hearing but certain sounds can only be heard through a distance. And in this case, it won't help much.

"What is it?"

"The scents are different," Jisung mumbles, eyes closed in concentration. "There's a she-wolf but the rest are very different from hers."

“Pack mates?” Chan asks from his hunched position on the sofa.

“No, it’s different,” Jisung shakes his head. “I think it’s-”

"Vampires," Hyunjin growls lowly. "We leave now." _____   

Your legs are starting to give up on you as fatigue consumes you. Despite your inner protests, your body refuses to obey your commands any longer and you find yourself stumbling down the forest floor after tripping over a thick root, landing flat on your face.

Get up! Y/N, move!

You shakily anchor yourself up, putting weight on your hands but it proved to be futile as you end up falling again.

"Look who we have here."

Fuck.

"The little she-wolf has finally stopped to play," you can hear their chuckles from behind you and you inwardly scream in fright as you try to crawl away from them.

"You don't know when to give up do you?" a voice whispers in your ear and you almost scream from the pain that occurs not a second later.

The bastard had stepped on the back of your knee, putting pressure on it and causing a loud 'crack' to be heard.

You accidentally let out a whimper in pain, causing the vampires to chuckle in glee. Gosh, they're not only demonic but sadists too.

"Would you look at that, does the little wolf feel pain?"

"Fuck you," you manage to mutter but you're quickly shut with a vampire hoisting you to your feet by the back of your neck.

"That's not a very nice thing to say, is it?" he hisses before slamming your back against a tree trunk, hand wrapped around your throat and effectively minimizing your breathing ability.

You fight against his hold, scratching against his skin and thrashing your legs around. The vampire isn't fazed one bit by your actions, the glow of the sunlight illuminating his skin as he bares his fangs at you.

Whoever said vampires burn when they step out in the sun must have never met one. Because right now, in the evening sun, the vampires are still quite alive looking and powerful. Vampires don't burn in the sun, rather they're weaker in daytime compared to their powers in the night. And as the sun's starting to set, you fear that this may be your last breath.

"Quite beautiful, isn't it?" he laughs. "The wonders of nature."

You slowly stop fighting, the exertion causing you to slowly lose consciousness.

"That's it, let down your guard. It'll all-"

"Get your hands off her," a new voice speaks up and through your dazed state, you can see a few men standing by. The scent is akin to your pack and instantly you know.

Werewolves.

"She doesn't belong to you, Hwang," the vampire hisses in warning and the other vampires take an attacking stance, ready to kill.

"She may not belong to my pack but she is a werewolf," the man, Hwang, growls in return. "And I'm obligated to care for my kind, regardless of their status."

"She will not got with you."

"I wasn't asking. You've trespassed werewolf territory, my lands. Unless you want to end up headless, I suggest you leave."

"Never."

A split second was all it took but the moment you blinked, you find the vampire holding you captive lying still on the ground, head chopped off his body.

The hand squeezing your throat is gone and you gasp as you breathe in again, the rush of oxygen making you dizzy and you're unable to control yourself from falling over.

A pair of hands grab you before you fall to the ground, however, and you sigh in relief at the warmth surrounding your senses, unconsciously snuggling to the source of warmth and feeling safe at home.

"You're safe now," is the last thing you hear as you drift away to dreamland. _____   

You hear the sound of birds chirping in delight as you regain consciousness, memories flooding back into you one by one and you sit up instantly with a sharp intake of breath, gasping for air.

"Calm down, calm down," you hear a female voice say but you can't be bothered to question who it is, unable to focus om your surroundings and still struggling to breathe.

You're not sure if you heard right but you hear a door slam open and people shouting frantically.

Tears start streaming down your face as you recall the horrors you've faced for the past few days and the recollection worsens your breathing.

"Calm down, omega. You're safe here," a soothing voice says, stroking your hair. Unlike the first voice, it's of a deeper tone but the presence is much gentler and comforting and your wolf whines in recognition.

Within seconds, your mind has cleared and your breathing starts to get back to normal. Carefully, you open your eyes, taking a look at your surroundings. As you turn to look at your savior, you're met by the most gorgeous man you have ever seen in your life.

His looks could be said to be crafted by the gods themselves with porcelain skin and captivating full lips. His eyebrows are the definition of perfect and his jet black hair frames his face delicately. But the one feature that captivates you the most are his chocolate brown eyes and you find yourself getting lost in his gaze, expression filled with awe at his beauty.

You might've stared at him for a little too long until you hear him cough under his breath.

Mother always said, "Don't stare at people."

Instantly, your face turns beet red, embarrassed at being reprimanded for staring. He doesn't seem to really mind though with the way he smirks and raises his brow. Either way, you duck your head down to avoid his gaze.

"How're you feeling, little one?" Now that you can hear and focus properly, his voice is like honey, smooth, sweet and addictive.

"I feel better," you rasp out, throat dry and voice a little croaky.

He hands you a cup of water to quench your thirst and you gratefully take it from him, gulping it down.

"Slow down, sweetheart. Else you might choke."

You blush at the both the pet name and reminder and you nod abashedly, handing him the cup back.

"Tell me, omega," he starts and you curiously peer up at him. "What happened to you?"

You ignore the lump in your throat as you look outside, retelling the events that led up to this moment.

"My pack was attacked by rogue vampires, rogues from the southern coven if I'm not wrong."

He hums at your statement, telling you that indeed, you're right.

"I was on my way back home after gathering a few herbs when I sensed a change in the air, there were new, unfamiliar scents. I had a suspicion it was vampires and when I heard my father, the alpha, howl, I knew it was a signal to run. So I ran and never stopped. I don't know if anyone even survived and I-I just-"

You break down into tears as guilt fills you. You had been so focused on running for your life that you didn't stop to think about what happened to your family.

"It's alright, sweetheart," he mumbles into your hair as he embraces your frail form, stroking the back of your head to calm you down once more. "It's not your fault. Hopefully, there will be survivors from your pack and they made it out alive."

You can only nod in agreement as sobs wreck through you, mourning the death of your family now that you're safe from danger with the alpha soothing you. _____   

"What would you like to eat?" he asks once you feel a little better.

"I don't know," you chuckle tiredly. "Anything will be fine."

Hyunjin frowns at that. "You need to have a proper meal, you haven't eaten since you ran away and that's 5 days ago."

"I was out for 3 days?" you ask with wide eyes, you expected to be a dead for a while but 3 days was a little too long.

"Yes, Yeji has already cleaned your bruises and dressed you this morning but you need to eat. You're small enough as it is, you can't lose any more weight."

"Yes, sir," you mumble.

"Hyunjin," he tells you and you glance up to see him look at you with a soft smile, dimples formed and eyes crinkling into crescents. "My name's Hyunjin."

"I'm Y/N," you smile back, a little blush adorning your cheeks.

He's so handsome.

You can't help but inwardly sigh at his beauty. Not only was he gorgeous but he's very charming and nice too.

Snap out of it, Y/N. You don't really know the man and he probably already has a mate. He's an alpha for God's sake. That Yeji person he talked about might be his mate.

You force yourself out of your thoughts when you hear him clear his throat.

"Yes?"

"Are you alright? You spaced out a little."

"I'm fine. It happens all the time to me so it's nothing to worry about."

"Let's go eat then."

"Alright," you say as you swing your legs to the side of the bed, planting your feet firmly on the floor before getting up, stumbling a little from the lack of use.

"Carefully now, we don't want you to end up in bed for a few days again," he teases you as he holds his arm out for you to hold.

You chuckle lightly at his statement before grabbing onto his arm to walk steadily down the stairs.

You can see a few people loitering around the large living room as you walk downstairs, laughing loudly and chattering amongst themselves.

It turns out that your presence doesn't really bother them as they don't seem to stop in their activity or glare at you with hostility.

"That's only a few members of the pack," Hyunjin tells you as he guides you to the kitchen.

"Where are the others?"

"Some are out on patrol and some are in their homes or doing other activities within the compound."

"Do you live here?"

"Nah, I have my own cabin. This is the main house but we usually use it for meetings and some bonding time. There are guest rooms upstairs though, the one you slept in is a guest room."

"Are there any pups around?" you ask curiously and Hyunjin smiles as the question, a certain fondness overtaking his features.

"Yeah, my cousin gave birth last week to triplets. Aside from them, there are 4 more pups that belong to a few other pack mates."

"There's not much of them around, I see."

"We're quite a newly established pack, Y/N. I started the pack two years ago with my closest friends, my brothers in arms. The eight of us joined together to form a new pack and the other seven elected me as the head alpha considering that I was the one who suggested the idea in the first place."

"A pack of alphas, did that start out weird?" you teasingly ask, knowing that a group filled with testosterone wouldn't really end well.

"The first few months needed adapting, we had to have weekly meetings regarding issues to discuss possible solutions. There were a lot of arguing in the beginning, of course. We were headstrong and hated being proved wrong. It died down however and everything's been peaceful with new wolves coming into the pack. Some are family, some are lone but what matters is that we're all one pack in the end."

"That's true. The pack is important. My father was an alpha who started a pack by himself, brought a few of his friends in and continued on until he mated with my mom. He wanted to live peacefully in a secluded area within the higher grounds of the forest so we moved. We settled there when I turned 4, I was just a little pup itching to run around."

Hyunjin laughs while grabbing a plate from the drawer, plating some homemade food for you to eat.

"Well, little one. Time to eat and you better finish it up."

"You put too much food," you whine, glancing up at him.

He simply stares you down and lets out a light growl.

Out of instinct, you duck your head down in submission, obeying him.

Unbeknownst to you, Hyunjin feels a swell of warmth in seeing you submit to him. _____   

As weeks passed by, you've adapted yourself to the pack, being welcomed and accepted as a new member.

You've been helping out with chores and babysitting; you've always loved kids. It's why you've always taken the babysitting task in your old pack and surrounded yourself with kids.

The pups took an instant liking to you, nuzzling their heads into your sides as soon as you met them. There's this calming aura around you, Yeji said once. Your presence feels comforting and warm, drawing people in with your bright personality.

Sure, the first few days you were a little awkward and shy, you had just gone through a tough time. But everyone was forgiving and open, allowing you to take your time to adjust to your new living condition.

And after all this time, you've just found out that Hyunjin is not mated. In fact, he's the only one out of the eight original members to not have already mated.

The fact surprised you immensely. You thought Yeji was his mate and when you confessed to that, she cracked up.

"Y/N, oh my god! How could you? He's literally my brother!" Yeji had laughed, so hard that her stomach hurt.

Your mouth hung open then, in disbelief. And Jisung passed by commenting how you looked like a fish out of water, which earned him a quick smack to the head.

You felt stupid then and curiously you asked Yeji why he hadn't mated yet.

"He told me that he was waiting for the right one, apparently no omega's caught his eye. Even though he's been set up on dates with the prettiest and curviest of wolves, he's never spared them a second glance," she said.

You deflated a little at that. Ever since he saved you, Hyunjin made sure to check up on you every once in a while, the same gentle smile adorning his features every time you met.

And that smile made you fall for him even deeper. The smallest of gestures he directed towards you would make your heart skip a beat and turn your face flush.

You long to stand by his side and call him your alpha but Yeji's words made you question your beliefs.

If he didn't find a pretty and sexy omega interesting, why would he be interested in you?

Oh, how wrong you are. _____   

You've recently turned 18, a toast to being an adult. The wolves of your pack celebrated the occasion, throwing a party for you with vigor.

You felt happy then and felt like you truly belonged in the pack as their new omega. It won't be long till you're supposed to mate and carry pups.

And the first step to that is to go through your first heat. Usually, female wolves experience their first heat when they turn 17 and after that, they're able to shift into their wolf forms.

While for males, they'd experience their first heat at the age of 16, a determinant on whether they're an alpha or a beta, but their ability to shift takes place since young. It's not uncommon to see male pups wrestling each other in their wolf forms.

Yet here you are, 18 and still haven't gone through your first heat. Your mother did fill you in about the details of the heat but she did not inform you of the signs and pain before the heat. _____   

A few weeks later, you find yourself wide awake at 7 am in your shared cabin with Yeji.

You feel cramps in your lower stomach so you thought that you might be getting your period soon. You've never experienced a heat before so you wouldn't know exactly how it'd feel.

Since you can't go back to sleep, you opt to take a stroll along the compound and see what your pack mates are up to.

Carefully, you slip out of the cabin to not wake sleeping Yeji up, she needed her beauty sleep.

It's still a little too early for people to be up but still, you hear your favorite pup's loud laughter and you smile in glee as you see him running to you.

"Y/N!" Chenle, a 5 year old pup, exclaims in delight as he latches onto your leg, squeezing it.

"Chenle!" you squeal and pick him up, hugging him close to your bosom. "Why're you awake so early?"

He grins at you. "Mama told me that if I want to be a big boy, I need to wake up early and help Papa!"

You laugh at how adorable he looks, nuzzling your cheek onto his.

"Is that so? Then why are you here with me? Shouldn't you be helping your father with the male duties?" you tease him.

"You're right! Y/N, let me down, please. I wanna go help Papa!" he wiggles in your hold, wanting to be let down.

"Alright, geez! But I'm taking you back to your Mama first."

"But-"

"Do you even know what your father does in the morning, baby cakes?" you smile at his confused expression, playfully biting his cheek.

"Y/N!" he giggles at your action, shaking his head excitedly.

You laugh at him, leisurely carrying him back to his cabin.

"See? That's why we need to go to your Mama first. Besides, if you want to be a big, strong man then you need to drink plenty of milk and eat your meals. You can't do anything on an empty stomach."

"If I drink a lot of milk then will I get as big and strong as Alpha Hyunjin?" he peers up at you with curious eyes.

"Of course. However, there's one more condition."

"What's that?" Chenle leans into you, interested.

"You have to eat veggies!"

"Ew, no! Y/N, that's disgusting!"

You laugh as you hold him tighter in your hold, savoring the warmth.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain head alpha watched the whole interaction with a fond smile and a loving gaze. But once he smells the change in your scent, his eyes darken and glaze over in lust. _____   

"Y/N, are you in heat?" Ryujin, another close friend of yours, asks during your little baking episode.

You look at her with a raised brow. "I'm pretty sure I told you how I haven't experienced my first heat yet. I really don't know how it feels."

"I'm serious, Y/N. Your scent's a lot stronger now than it was this morning! Did you feel any cramps of some sort this morning?"

"No-" you start but cut yourself off as you remember the cramp you had earlier this morning.

"Shit, Y/N! You need to get back into your cabin before it starts. Once it fully kicks in, you won't be able to think properly aside from wanting to be dicked down."

"Ryujin!"

"Hey, it's true! We need to get you back before-"

"Ah!" you exclaim as pain surges through your abdomen, and heat starts to crawl through your nether regions.

"-that," Ryujin cringes at how you start to clutch onto your stomach. "Y/N, stay with me. Come on, let's get you back."

'Yeji!' Ryujin shouts through the telepathic pack link, calling out to the older girl in panic.

"What's wrong?" Yeji exclaims as she runs into the kitchen, eyes widening at your position. "Oh, no. This calls for trouble. We need to get her back before all the unmated alphas or betas start scenting her."

Yeji bends down to carry you, not bothered by your weight due to how light you are.

"Get the bed ready," Yeji tells Ryujin who sprints towards your cabin right away.

Yeji tries to run as she carries you in her arms, eyes focused on the path before her.

Meanwhile, you're starting to grow hotter and needier by the minute. You feel like taking all your clothes off because of how hot you feel and the amount of slick you're starting to produce can't be contained any longer.

Surely by now, there's a wet patch on your sweats, slick leaking through your panties. You can't help but whimper at the heat and pain in your core, your wolf whining in need.

Yeji notices the change in your attitude and starts rushing through the compound. Unfortunately, things don't always go according to plan and Yeji finds a certain Lee Donghyuk blocking her path.

"Goddamn it, Lee! Move!"

"And let my opportunity with sweet Y/N go to waste?" he scoffs, walking towards you with arms stretched out. "I'll take her from here."

Of course, with your acceptance into the pack comes a few disadvantages as well. You don't know how it happened but you've gained yourselves a few admirers such as Lee Donghyuk and Huang Renjun to name a few.

They've been pestering you since you came in, taking every opportunity to land a kiss on your cheek or nuzzle into your neck and it infuriates you every time because damn it, Hyunjin is the one you want.

And if he doesn't want you then no one will have you.

Fortunately, you still have half a mind through your incessant whimpers and whines to growl at him. "Fuck you, Lee."

"Omega!" his eyes flash red in anger but before anything could happen, Minho appeared and squeezes his shoulder in warning.

"If she doesn't want you then don't force her. She's in enough pain as is," Minho tells him in a low growl, gesturing Yeji to continue on with a quick cock of his head.

Yeji nods at him before sprinting to your shared cabin, kicking the door open before hurriedly setting you on the bed.

"She's burning up," Yeji curses under her breath. "What do we do?"

"Do you think we should call an alpha for her?" Ryujin asks, unsure.

"Let's not be hasty. We don-"

"Alpha," you whimper in need. "I want my alpha, please."

"Y/N?" Yeji calls out to you to confirm your words. "Are you absolutely sure?"

You continue to whimper, tugging on your clothes with grunts of pain.

"Alpha, please. Please," you whine as you roll on your bed, slick coating the sheets.

"What do we do?" Ryujin asks Yeji helplessly.

"She wants her alpha but who exactly does she mean?"

"Please not Renjun, she'll regret losing her virginity to him for the rest of her life."

"Please, please," you whimper in need, dry humping the sheets. "Alpha, please."

Yeji's head starts to spin from the heavy musk of arousal. "Y/N, be specific."

"My alpha," you cry. "Hyunjin, alpha!"

"Hyunjin?" Ryujin asks with wide eyes.

"I fucking knew it," Yeji cheers but a glare from Ryujin cuts her off. "Alright, you stay here. I'll get-"

"No need," a voice cuts them both off as the door swings open, revealing said alpha.

"Hyunjin-"

Hyunjin growls lightly at his sister and she raises her hands in surrender before pulling Ryujin by the arm.

"Have fun!" she calls out before slamming the door shut behind her.

Thankfully, the walls of every cabin is soundproof, especially Hyunjin's cabin but obviously, neither of you have the ability to make a trek to his cabin near the main house.

Hyunjin has sensitive hearing, the best in the pack and he could hear your soft moans and whimpers all the way from his cabin, driving him insane.

The change in your scent this morning had made him light-headed, driving him into an early rut.

Usually, he'd spend his ruts in his cabin by himself, not wanting to copulate with just any female. He wanted to properly mate with his she-wolf, the person destined to be his mate and carry his pups.

And ever since you stepped foot into his life, he believes that you're the one. Your easy-going personality has him melting in ways unfathomable. Yet, you're way too pure and innocent.

You don't realize how the smallest things you do ignite a passion inside him, he wants to hold you close and keep you safe from harm. He wants to love you hard and soft all the same and keep you away from prying eyes.

He wants to keep you caged beneath him as he does the dirtiest things to your body and knot you till you're full of his cum. And right now, it's the perfect opportunity to do so.

"Alpha," you cry in desperation, hands reaching out for him. "Alpha, please."

"My little omega," he coos as he sits on the edge of the bed, gently stroking your hair and effectively calming you down. "Is my little omega finally experiencing her heat?"

You nod at him, nuzzling into his hand that's moved down to your cheek.

"Look how small and pretty you are, omega."

"Only for you, alpha," you confess through hooded eyes. "I want to be small and pretty only for you."

Hyunjin feels his breath hitch at how ethereal you look covered in your own slick and sweat, the primal instincts inside him begging to be released.

"Is that so? Am I your alpha now?"

You nod fervently. "Yes, alpha, please. Please mark me as yours."

You whimper into his touch as he strokes your cheek, arousal still clouding your mind but the words you say are heartfelt, spoken with the purest of intentions.

When Hyunjin makes no move whatsoever, you whine in need, removing your body from his touch and planting yourself face down, raising your hips into the air and pushing your ass into him.

Hyunjin growls in satisfaction at your display of submission, hands tracing the wet patch on your sweats.

"Alpha, please!"

"Please what, omega? What do you want me to do?"

"Anything, just make me yours," you whine before turning to look him in the eyes. "Knot me till I'm full of your cum, please, Alpha."

At hearing those words, something inside Hyunjin snaps, years of practiced control and patience thrown out the window at your pleas and he doesn't waste more time.

He pulls you into his lap, latching his lips onto yours, tongue skillfully tracing every inch of your wet cavern. You let him dominate you, feeling yourself grow weaker in his touch.

"The things I want to do to you," he growls as he sucks onto your neck, marring your skin with purple bruises.

He scents your mating gland, eyes darkening in pure animalistic lust. "Strip for me, omega."

It takes everything in you to muster the ability to stand on your two feet but the thought of pleasing your alpha sends your mind into overdrive.

Immediately, you pull your hoodie over your head and unclasp your bra, letting your boobs spill out into the open air, your nipples pink and perked.

You shimmy out of your sweats, leaving you in just your panties. But as you grasp the waistband of your panties, Hyunjin grabs your hand.

The action has you confused until he flips you back onto the bed. "I'll do the honors, sweetheart."

Hyunjin latches himself onto your nipples, sucking and squeezing on them like his life depended on it.

You whimper in pleasure and pain, the heat in your core intensifying. "Alpha."

Hyunjin grips the hem of your panties and slowly pulls them down, revealing your most sacred possession.

Hyunjin groans at the sight of your slick coated pussy, hole clenching around the air in need and slick just dripping down your nether region.

Hyunjin locks his eyes with yours as he bends down to face your sopping cunt. Experimentally, Hyunjin licks up your slit and you gasp at the feeling, pleasure starting to consume you as he sucks on your clit like hard candy.

In a haze, you feel his fingers poking your entrance and you whimper as he starts to slip them in, your moans increasing in frequency and your breathing unsteady.

Within seconds, Hyunjin has you coming undone on his tongue, back arching off the bed and hands gripping the sheet so hard you might pop a vein. You come with a loud call of his name as your body shudders in pleasure.

"Think you can take me, omega?" Hyunjin asks once he’s made sure to lick up all of your juices, lips glistening in your cum.

"Yes, please. Alpha, please give me your cock."

"Only I get to see you so weak and vulnerable, right? Huang Renjun and Lee Donghyuk won't have the privilege of tasting this sweet pussy, right?"

"No, Alpha! Only you can have me!"

"Your body's only mine to touch, pleasure, and this pussy," Hyunjin cups your heat, making you moan at the touch. "belongs to me and only I get to dump my cum in there and knot you until you're full and swelling with my seed."

You whimper at his words, fully wrecked with arousal.

"You'd like that, won't you? You'd like to be stuffed with my knot until you're bursting with my cum? Can your little pussy take my cock? You're such a small girl, will your pussy be enough for me?"

"Yes, Alpha! Please take me."

"Good girl," Hyunjin praises with a soft kiss to your lips, breaking the contact a second later to strip himself of his clothing.

You rake your eyes over his form, the way his hair shines in sweat to the way his skin glows ever so brightly. You drink in his toned chest, muscular biceps and perfect abs. You can feel yourself get even wetter as he rids himself of his pants and boxers, the sight of his twitching cock causing another gush of arousal to exit you.

Hyunjin notices and gives you a smirk, obviously proud at your reaction.

Your mouth waters at his cock, the tip a fiery red with bulging veins on the body. He's long and thick, so thick that you question if it'll fit inside you.

"I'll fuck you well, omega," he growls as he approaches, eyes locked on yours and he looks absolutely feral. The sight has you keening, slick gushing out of you as you await his next move.

"Present for your alpha," he commands, staring you down.

In less than a second, you're on your knees with your ass raised in the air, face planted down on the bed.

Hyunjin groans at the sight of your gushing core, cock hardening even more if that's possible. Slowly, he climbs onto the bed, hands cupping a feel of your soft flesh before tracing the tip of his cock on your nether lips.

You whine in protest but a low rumble from Hyunjin shuts you up. Carefully, he slips into your cunt, inching his cock inside till he bottoms out.

You're so well lubricated that you don't really feel any pain at the intrusion, only slight discomfort that goes away once he bottoms out.

You moan at the feeling of being so full, pressing your ass even more against his hips, bending your body into a 45 degree angle.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good around me."

Hyunjin wastes no time and begins pounding into you roughly, each thrust pinpointed at your g-spot, making your toes curl in delight.

Your moans start rising in pitch, your walls clenching around him like a vice and Hyunjin growls, the action making him pound you harder until it has you screaming.

"Do I fuck you good? Does my cock feel good? This pretty little pussy's only mine to use, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, yes," you gurgle. "You feel so good, Alpha. Use me all you want but please, please, let me cum."

Hyunjin continues pistoning his hips into yours, the tip of his cock brushing your cervix, and it has you keening into him, your body trembling in pleasure.

"Are you close, Omega? Do you want me to fill you up with my cum? Knot you until you burst with my seed and swell with my pups?"

"Yes, yes, please. Alpha, please," you sputter. "Alpha, please mark me."

You bare your neck to him, allowing him to scent you and Hyunjin reaches down to rub your clit. The added pressure has you squeezing around him, your muscles clenched as you reach your high, face contorted in pleasure and mouth hung open in a silent scream.

As the first wave of your orgasm rushes over you, Hyunjin bites into your mating gland, piercing the soft skin and sucking on it, officially marking you as his.

You moan at the added pleasure, mind starting to clear a little. But as Hyunjin continues to fuck you through your orgasm, the prolonged sensation transitions from pleasure into pain.

"Alpha," you whimper.

"Just a little more, sweetheart," Hyunjin kisses the back of your neck as his knot starts to swell and attaches itself onto your cervix, jets of cum spurting out of him and painting your walls white.

The slight pain makes you whimper lowly, but the sound doesn't go unnoticed.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?" Hyunjin asks worriedly, turning your face around a little so that he could see you.

"I'm fine, it just hurts a little."

Hyunjin carefully positions you on your side so you can lay down comfortably, spooning you from behind.

"Can't believe it took a heat to realize each other's feelings," Hyunjin laughs after a moment of silence, the two of you still breathless.

"I thought I was the dumb one," you tease.

"Ready to play with fire, omega?"

You squeal as he lightly tickles your side, leaning your body into his.

"This feels nice," you muse, nuzzling your cheek onto his bicep.

"Which one? The fact that we're finally mates or the fact that I just fucked you senseless and you've still got my knot in you?"

"Alpha!" you blush at his words, your shy demeanor coming back and you couldn't help but cover your face in embarrassment.

"Hey, none of that," Hyunjin chides as he grasps your hand, interlocking it with his. "You don't have to be shy with me."

You smile in his embrace, feeling his knot start to deflate after a while and Hyunjin carefully pulls out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact.

"We'll go again later, sweetheart. Heats don't end with just one fuck."

"Hyunjin~" you whine as you turn around in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Hyunjin chuckles as he strokes your hair, pulling you closer into him. "I love you, my little Omega."

He can feel you smile at his words and his heart swells as he hears you say the three most sacred words back to him.

"And I love you, my handsome Alpha."

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Fanfic recommendations part four: Missing scenes/Hidden moments

Stories with missing moments from our favorite couple. They are all canon compliant of sorts.

Bad Ass by AdriDee

How Jackie and Hyde are such badasses...especially when it comes about each other. 2 missing scenes between episodes Trampled Under Foot and You Shook Me also, some missing scenes beforeduringafter episode Christmas from season 6.

Complete.

18k words, 7 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Daydreams: Missing Scenes by Bunny1

Missing scenes from some episodes. They’re all very well-written and in character.

There is a post-season 8 chapter, a fix-it, and it’s real cute.

13k words, 25 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Devil’s in the Details by scorpiosun

A series of missing moments - one for every episode of season 5. Because we deserved to see more of Jackie and Hyde behind the scenes.

This story is a WIP.

22k words, 7 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Also Available on AO3

Dolled Up Zen by Weasley’s Revenge

Summer is hot. That's part of the reason she loves it. And the wicked things he can do to her skin with an ice cube. That's definitely an added bonus.

3k words, 3 chapters.

Rated M. Very M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

It Must Be Love by That-Maria-Girl

What happened after the Valentine’s dance.

4k words, 2 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Summer Lovin’ by scorpiosun

Donna and Kelso run to California, leaving behind 4 of their friends...two of which form a bond no one saw coming. Not even themselves. But that doesn't stop them from making the most of it. The story of how Hyde and Jackie got together over the summer between seasons 4 and 5.

79k words, 13 chapters

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Also Available on AO3

Summer The Price is Right by holograma309

The story we didn't get to see: how Jackie and Hyde began dating that summer everyone was in California. Takes place between seasons 4 and 5. Doesn't ignore their earlier storyline. Just trying to fill in the blanks for my favorite couple.

13k words, 8 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

The Love I Need by myboygeorge

Everyone knows when Jackie and Hyde first hooked up. But when did they become lovers? Set as an extension of Season 5's 'Over the Hills and Far Away'.

3k words, 3 chapters.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

The Renewal by yabookreader96

Kelso and Donna are away in California. Eric spends his days sleeping in a stupor of self-loathing and depression. Fez meets a new foe, named Fenton. This leaves Steven Hyde and Jackie Burkhart together all summer in the Forman basement. One of many things Jackie and Hyde fans have never gotten is a story for what led up to that fateful kiss on that seemingly normal day. Well...

This story is complete.

71k words, 18 chapters.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

One-shots:

Absolutely Better than Pot by galnkay

Steven Hyde has never been one to use the dreaded 'L' word, but he might have to to win her back. Sleeping with nurses and losing your girl can really bring you to your lowest point.

Angsty, but very well written.

1k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

body language by j. alfred prufrock

Of course, it helped that Hyde didn’t pull his hand away and sort of let it rest there with hers.

Jackie and Hyde in the POV of a random person from school.

999 words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Coming Back Around by EnchantedWorlds

"But right now, Jackie really wanted to tell him. Not, that he ever said it back. Apart from that one time in Donna's bedroom, that Jackie would rather not think about, except to remind herself that Steven did love her." [Jackie, Hyde and words that are exchanged once Fez leaves them alone in the basement in 'Down the Road Apiece.']

1k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Country Music by LucyLenn96

After Hyde's disastrous initial meeting with his biological father, Jackie spends some time trying to cheer him up. In the process, she learns something she never knew about him, and he is reminded of just how deep Jackie's affection for him is.

2k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Fireworks and Shooting Stars by Raven33

Takes place right after “I Can’t Quit You, Baby”. Jackie deals with life being complicated. Fluffy as hell.

2k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Five Scenes from Season Five (and one that’s mine) by TeaTimeAllOverTown

Five moments from Jackie and Hyde's relationship in season 5 that we didn't get to see - and one with a new twist on the season's ending.

I know, not 100% canon compliant but... It’s cute and fluffy and everyone should read this.

10k words.

Rated G.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Four Love Confessions Jackie Never Heard by j. alfred prufrock

Or, four times Steven Hyde almost told Jackie Burkhart that he loved her and the one time he did.

2k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Heal This Hurt by kaitiebee89

A flashback of the night Hyde found out Jackie's mother still wasn't home.

5k words.

Rated T. 

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Jekyll and Hyde by Mistiec

The students at Point Place High knew senior year meant changes. They just weren't prepared for how many there actually would be.

6k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Never Gonna be Alone by letmefallasleep

Hyde's thoughts as Jackie lays asleep in his arms after her dad gets arrested, and her mother abandons her. Why does the pygmy sized brunette mean so much to him? Implied past abuse and neglect.

1k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Of Friendship anf Familiarity by zpplnchick

Jackie's hanging out in the basement with the gang and looks around with a sense of contentment. Set shortly after 6x08. Short and fluffy oneshot.

2k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, background Eric/Donna

Picking Battles by nannygirl

In "The Acid Queen" Kitty advises Jackie about 'picking battles' and both Kitty and Jackie end up sending Red and Hyde out to buy some magazines. When Red and Hyde end up meeting at the drugstore, Red has some of his own relationship advice to pass on to Hyde.

3k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde, Red/Kitty

Picking Petals by scorpiosun

Set during the course of season 6. After Jackie and Hyde get back together, things go relatively smooth for them. And they're happy - mostly. But Jackie can't stop thinking about whether or not Steven really meant it when he said he loved her. And if he did, will he ever say it again? These glimpses into their relationship show her moments of clarity, doubt, and finally, closure.

5k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Also Available on AO3

Plan G From Point Place by c00kiefic

Jackie has urges… Takes place during “I’m Free”.

6k words.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Seven Scenes from Season Seven by TeaTimeAllOverTown

Seven missing scenes from Season Seven. Part 4 of my missing scenes series.

8k words.

Rated G.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Six Scenes from Season Six by TeaTimeAllOverTown

Six Jackie and Hyde scenes from season 6 - filling in their gaps. Canon compliant. A continuation of my missing scenes series.

6k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Six Scenes from Summer by TeaTimeAllOverTown

A collection of Jackie and Hyde scenes from season 4.5 - the ones we never got to see.

9k words.

Rated G.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Summer Fling by mrs.salvatore39

What happened before 'what really happened'. Set during the summer after Kelso and Donna leave for California. Prior 5x02

4k words.

Rated M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Surprise by SerenitySparrow

Set during the episode when Jackie bakes Hyde some cookies and tries to cheer him up after they learn about Kelso and Angie.

2k words.

Rated M, very M.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

The Speech by yabookreader96

When Jackie's friends all blow off her graduation party, she decides that maybe they're not her real friends after all. So when a week passes with no sign of Jackie, they all begin to wonder if they've lost her for good this time. Can amends be made?

1k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

That Whole Sleeping Over Thing by KendraA

Jackie wasn’t letting Hyde pretend to fall asleep before she snuck over." Post-'The Acid Queen' fluff.

4k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Also Available on AO3

Wish You Were Here by zpplnchick

How Hyde may have found out about Jackie's parents abandoning her, and moments following. Set during Season 5, sometime after 5x16.

4k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

Without a Friend by EnchantedWorlds

"It's good. Just because it's Jackie. It wouldn't be good, if it wasn't her. It's so fucking good. So of course, it only stands to reason, that he completely fucking torpedoes it." Jackie makes a habit of visiting Hyde at the hotel, when he's at work. Until she doesn't.

2k words.

Rated T.

Pairings: Jackie/Hyde

I believe this is all. Feel free to reply to this post if you think I left out a good story!

I’ll repeat this at the end of every single post (seriously, I literally copy and paste this every single time): Speaking as someone who writes, it would be really cool if you guys decide to leave a review (or a comment, if the story is on AO3) in the stories you read, especially the unfinished ones. It really motivates the authors, and receiving a compliment is always a mood lifter. I’ve seen some authors updating stories after years because of nice reviews, so… yeah, this is just an idea.

The next category is probably one of the biggest ones so far: Alternative Universe (canon divergence). Will post it soon!

#jackie x hyde #jackie and hyde #zenmasters #jackie burkhart #steven hyde #that 70s show #that '70s show #fanfic rec #fanfic #fanfic recommendations

[the-starryknight]

It’s Try Something Tuesday!

This is the follow up to my Tuesday post - the Tuesday TLC Zone, with a little rec list of all the wonderful morsels you all shared. (My original plan was to send the tag game out on Tuesdays, and the rec lists on the weekends, but we’ve had such wonderful responses, so I think we’ll alternate!)

Didn’t get a chance to share? Look out next week! I’ll be sending the game around again to collect some more recs.

I haven’t read most of these yet, so mind the tags and please enjoy :D

[ETA: I’m updating the graphics so they’re consistent!]

Where it Began (Drarry) by @primavera-cerezos { T | 2020 | 700 } tw: drug use

Draco finds Harry at a house party.

I’ll Be Good (Drarry) by @not-his-glass-of-tea / ThisClassIsRiddikulus { NR | 2020 | 2k }

Harry had never been good with words… maybe that’s why he did what he did next. Because suddenly he couldn’t see any way to stop Malfoy from jumping.

Based on the song "I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young.

Just For You (Drarry) by @slytherinnbitch { M | 2020 | 28k }

It's Draco and Harry's fifth marriage anniversary. But something drastic happens which makes Harry rethinks his career choice. Find how this accident makes them take one of the best decisions of their lives....... Idk if that still holds true, I mean I have no idea what i did with this fic.

Too much mystery on what they do and what happens?

This is the first Drarry Fanfic I'm writing, where there are no boundaries, no limitations and I'm trying out my wildest imagination on this. Hope you all like it

Forever Yours/Yours Forever (Wolfstar) by @onbeinganangel { M | 2020 | 3k }

It all starts with Sirius stuck in Grimmauld Place watching the love of his life fall in love with his cousin. He's... what is it the kids say these days? Ah, yes, straight up not having a good time.

Beauty (Gen - Draco-centric) by @skeptiquexx { T | 2020 | 2k }

The walls of Draco Malfoy's Muggle apartment were bare and he needed to fix it.

like father, like son (Dralbus/Drarry) by @glittering-git { E | 2019 | 8k }

Draco had moved to Paris to escape the post-War scrutiny. He’d been living a quiet life until a certain Mr Potter showed up.

Sleepy Smiles (Linny) by @phenomenalasterisk { G | 2020 | 550 }

“You missed the movie, love.” Ginny says quietly, pressing her lips against her hair in a brief kiss.

Luna tucks her head further into Ginny’s neck and murmurs back, “I woke up for the best part.”

OR Ginny carries Luna to bed. Soft, sweet, and short bit of domestic fluff.

In the Midnight Blue (Drarry) by @xanthippe74 { T | 2020 | 5k }

On a Christmas Eve broom ride over Hogwarts, Harry shows Draco that he’s braver than he thinks.

Some Assembly Required (Drarry) by @peachpety { E | 2020 | 7k }

A relationship must occasionally endure a test of strength, be it confronting an ex, or meeting the in-laws. Sometimes, however, an inanimate object can make or break a couple. Harry and Draco’s relationship is put to the test when they attempt to assemble a piece of IKEA furniture.

La Lune (Drarry) by @thesleepiesthufflepuff / Bluefay { T | 2020 | 7k }

When Harry and Draco's neighbors start dropping like flies, the last thing they expect is to be hunted down themselves.

Four Years and a Day (Drarry) by @elvenwinters { T | 2021 | 1.5k }

What's happening to Draco Malfoy?

A Forever Kind of Love (Drarry) by @curlyy-hair-dont-care { G | 2021 | 1.5k }

The one where Harry and Draco are in a secret relationship. And Arthur Weasley is more observant than everyone else.

Invitation Microfic (Drarry) by @placate-flakeout { 2021 | 150 }

“Are you going to invite me in?” Harry leans against the door frame. His mouth tugs up almost indiscernibly so. “You look good.”  [adding the first line as summary --Starry]

Love is a Banquet on Which We Feed (Wolfstar) by @samunderthelights { G | 2020 | 3k }

Sirius sneaks his record player into Hogwarts, and after learning that Remus doesn't know any of his Muggle music, he decides to share all of his favourite songs with him.

Pivotal (Drarry) by @stripedsilverfeline / tigersilver { T | 2018 | 18k }

Unspeakables use the Pensieve Protocol often, routinely. But Draco Malfoy may be using it a little more than is advisable.

Announcements & Bets (Drarry) by @devilrising { T | 2020 | 5k }

Harry’s life in his Eighth Year is bullshit, in his opinion. He doesn’t want to waste his life away at Hogwarts any longer than necessary. But does Malfoy have anything to do with that?

Trans (Male) Gay Flag (Art) by @diamondpride { 2020 }

Diamondpride’s custom pride flag design! [adding a description as summary --Starry]

The Bachelors & Bachelorettes of Stardew Valley as Cats (Art - Elliott/Sam) by @uby-victor { 2021 }

Sweet sunset fanart! [adding a description as summary --Starry]

Dirty Dueling (Dralbus) by @veelawings { E | 2020 | 6k }

Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want

(Or — fucked up Dirty Dancing with wand fights)

#drarry #dralbus #wolfstar #linny #peachpety #xanthippe74 #phenomenalasterisk #glittering-git #onbeinganangel #skeptiquexx #slytherinnbitch #primavera-cerezos #not-his-glass-of-tea #fic recs #drarry fic recs #dralbus fic rec #wolfstar fic rec #linny fic rec #hp #harry potter #pride flags #diamondpride #uby-victor #devilrising #tigersilver #samunderthelights #thesleepiesthufflepuff #placate-flakeout #curlyy-hair-dont-care #elvenwinters

[gashinabts]

It’s Not You, It’s Me (m)

Word: 6k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader, Friends to lovers

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: “ We should break up,” Jungkook takes the cup of coffee from you and takes a small sip. In this situation, anyone would assume that you and Jungkook were lovers. You and Jungkook are not lovers.  

Warning: Implied smut, small smut scenes, impregnation kink, PDA, ANGST, implied affair

a/n: This took me forever to write and on multiple occasions I wanted to delete the whole thing, I still don’t like it so I may delete it idk..but please show me support, remember that comments and telling me what you think motivates me to write!! Hope you guys enjoy! :))

“ We should break up,” Jungkook takes the cup of coffee from you and takes a small sip. In this situation, anyone would assume that you and Jungkook were lovers.

You and Jungkook are not lovers.  

“ What?” You are honestly confused, why was he was saying this in a busy cafe. The couple next to you guys are doing side glances, and your getting flustered. Is this one of his pranks to embarrass you in front of people, you are so going to kill him.

“ Honestly, It’s not you, it’s me...actually it is kind of you,” he bites his lip and brushes his hair with his hand.

“ What the hell are you talking about, Jungkook?” The couple looks shocked with your response, you turn to them and give them a deadly glare. “ Did Jimin dare you to do this? I’m gonna kill him after I kill you.” You take a sip from your own drink and grimace at the hot temperature.

“ Well he didn’t dare me, he just convinced me to like...take a break from you?” He looks a little timid when you arch your eyebrow, he cowers in his seat.

“ Can you tell me what’s actually going on, we are not even dating.” Is Jungkook into role playing now?  

Jungkook grabs the salt shaker, pours a little bit of salt on the table, and plays with it on the tip of his index finger. “ I know we aren’t dating... it's just that I realized I haven’t been having sex since I’m best friends with you,” he lets out a small sigh.

Earlier that day

“ Where’s Y/N at ?” Namjoon looks around Jungkook to see any sign of you.

Jungkook sets his backpack down the floor and sits down on the chair, “ Ahh… she’s at campus. She went to get a book at the library or something,” Jungkook grabs the chopsticks and starts eating the meat.

“You don’t even greet your hyungs before you start eating, you pig,” Jimin playfully  punches his shoulder hard.

“ Why would I need to greet you? I saw you earlier today,” Jungkook rolls his eyes and continues eating.

“ Whoa Jimin! Did you get mauled by a vampire?” Hoseok laughs as he points out Jimin’s hickies, while Jimin looks smug. Jungkook stops eating and looks at Jimin, he can’t remember the last time he had received hickies.

“ Ohh... these are from Sana, I hooked up with her last night, she wouldn’t stop giving them when she was riding the hell out of me,” he shrugs, while showing of his hickies.

“Jimin, please do not share any information about your sex life, including your lover’s name. It is not respectful towards her.” Namjoon tsk and shakes his head at Jimin. 

“Well she’s probably going to share details of us having sex anyways and Hoseok was literally talking about his hook up two days ago,” Jimin defends himself quickly.

‘When was the last time I had sex?,’ Jungkook thinks to himself. Then all of sudden Jimin and Hoseok start laughing, and other customers start staring at them, shit he said that out loud.

“Do you want to know why you haven’t had sex, kookie?” Jimin asks, Jungkook gets angry when he calls him that but he wants to know why.

“Why?”

“Y/N.”

“What about her?” Jungkook doesn’t understand why he said your name.

“Wow you can’t even see it...okay let me tell you, Y/N and you are inseparable to the point where girls don’t want to hook up with you because they think your dating her.”  He grabs the meat and puts in his mouth.

Jungkook doesn’t buy his theory, no way that can be true. He shakes his in disbelief and puts more meat on the grill.

“Fine don’t believe me, ask Namjoon and Hoseok,” he shrugs and he flips the meat on the grill.

Jungkook looks to Namjoon and Hoseok, giving them a questioning look.

“ The first time you introduced me to Y/N, I thought you guys were dating. You act like an old married couple. So naturally girls don’t approach you because of that.” Namjoon gives his explanation, and gives him a comforting pat on his shoulder.

“ It’s true Jungkook, one time we were at the club and I heard a group of girls talking about how hot you looked. One of the girls was going to ask you to dance but then her friend stopped her saying that you and Y/N have been dating for years. Sorry buddy, I ended up asking her to dance and then we fucked in my car.” Jungkook stays silent when the guys switch onto a different conversation, I mean you and him do hangout everyday but how does affect his love life?

Jungkook goes to the convenience store to buy some ramen since you’re always eating it when you come to his apartment. He’s deciding whether to get the really spicy or not, he gets the really spicy one since you like it so much. He then grabs a chocolate bar for you since you’re on your period and complained how you were craving it. He is about to check out his items until he hears someone call him.

“Jungkook! Is that you!” He turns his head and sees his high school crush. There stands an angel name Jieun. “ It is you! Wow, look at you, you got more handsome and taller. How are you and Y/N ?,” she smiles beautifully at him. 

“ Uhh we’ve been good noona, we’re in our third year of college,” he rubs the back of his neck. 

“ That’s wonderful...Wow I can't believe I’m seeing you after all these years...,” she starts to giggle and blush, “ You know I had a crush on you in high school. You were so adorable and athletic. I was going to ask you out but I’m not that type of person.” Her phone starts to ring and she holds up a one minute sign with her finger. No way she had a crush on him, that’s impossible. And what did she mean that type of person. “Sorry that was my fiancé, I’m supposed to buy beer for our date. But it was nice seeing you, I’m so happy to hear that you guys are still together!” She parts from him and goes to the alcohol aisle. 

Of course you guys are still together, you’ve been friends since elementary. Then it hits him, she means together as in boyfriend and girlfriend.

After leaving the store he calls Jimin,” What do I do?,” he immediately asks.

Present

“ So your telling me that you want space from because you want to have sex?,” that’s all you retrieved from him retelling what happened earlier today, you’re honestly disappointed in him for listening to Jimin. You grabbed your napkin and wipe the mess he made with the salt.

 “ Your missing the point I could’ve been engaged to Jieun,” he looks at you wiping the table. 

“Wow, So your going to blame me for her marrying someone else. You do realize how crazy you sound?,” you laughed and get up from your seat. 

You walk to exit the cafe and Jungkook opens the door for you, “ Call me crazy all you want but it does make sense Y/N.” He walks with you on the sidewalk but stops you, he takes his scarf off and places on you. 

The leaves are falling and the weather is getting colder. “Okay, fine. How long is this ‘ break’ we are having ?”

Jungkook smiles wide and it makes his eyes crinkle, “ Umm probably a month.” 

That’s a little too long for you, you remember how sad you would get when he would go to Busan for summer break. “So like we don’t talk or see each other during our breakup?” 

Your hands are cold and you try to warm it up by rubbing them together. He grabs your hands and rubs them with his, “Yeah, we don’t see or talk to each other. Like we are completely strangers.” 

You start to wonder if this is going to really work, “ Fine, but your still going to come to my house on my birthday?” 

You pull your hands from his and zip up his sweater, “ Yeah I’m still going to come. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

--

You and Jungkook have been best friends since elementary school. The teachers would always get mad since you and Jungkook would never switch partners when told to or switch desk when new seats were assigned. It was always like that Jungkook and Y/N.

Your parents thought that your friendship wouldn’t last since things change during middle school. “Jungkook do I look different?” 

You try to grab his attention from him playing on his video console, he gives you a quick scan and proceeds to play on, “ Yeah, you have a pimple on your forehead.” 

You throw a pillow against his head, “ I hate you, no on my body. Do my boobs look bigger?”

 He laughs a little, “ No they look the same since first grade.” You grab the other controller from the bed, “ Let me play, and your voice still sounds like it did in first grade.”

“Hey!, ” Jungkook whines.

Jungkook comes back from Busan over summer break, to you and Taehyung throwing a party in his room. There’s balloons everywhere and confetti on his carpet. “ Congratulations for not being a virgin!, “ you and Taehyung scream. 

“What the hell Taehyung, why’d you tell her I’m not a virgin.” Jungkook finally looks at the cake your holding written in frosting saying ‘ virgin no more.’ 

“Relax, Kookie. I was going to find out regardless,” you roll your eyes and really look at Jungkook. He looks different he’s face is a little bit sharper and he’s a little tan. You can’t help but look at him differently.

Taehyung leaves to go back to his house. Your sitting next to Jungkook on his bed watching a movie but not really paying attention. “ Jungkook, how does it feel not being a virgin before college?,” you curiously ask and put some popcorn in your mouth. 

He laughs and throws some popcorn at you, “ Why do you want to know?” You shrug and pick up the popcorn he threw at you. You wanted to know if it felt good for him and if he liked the girl. Is that now his girlfriend? 

“It was really good, well it felt really good. It was kinda awkward at first but then it just happened.” 

Did they kiss the whole time ? “ Jungkook, I want to lose my virginity to you,” you don’t know why you said that but you knew that you trust him with all your heart and you wouldn’t mind sharing a piece of you to him.

 He looks shock and reluctance is all over his body, he scratches his neck, “ Uhh...Y/N I don’t think-“ you interrupt him quickly, “ I was kidding!” You start laughing uncontrollably, “ you should’ve saw your face.” You feel hurt that he was going to reject you gently. If he could easily have sex with a girl in Busan then why not you.

--

God, why were you thinking of him right now, it’s been a week of no talking or seeing each other, and you were getting tired of it. You decide to go hangout at his and Taehyung’s apartment. Jungkook is probably missing you too, he can take a break of his sexual awakening. You buy two cups of smoothies, Jungkook’s favorite and your favorite. You knock on the apartment door and right away Taehyung opens it, “ Hey Y/N, what are you doing here? I was about to leave.” 

You look behind him to see if Jungkook is there, “Uhh... I was going to hangout with Jungkook.”

Taehyung quickly closes the door and locks it. “ He’s busy doing stuff,” he’s guarding the door a little. 

You laugh ,” What’s he busy doing? Playing video games?,” you ask.

 “No he’s actually have sex with someone right now.” He bites his lip nervously and looks at you. Huh, he’s actually having sex because you guys ‘broke up’. 

You hand Taehyung the other drink and he walks out the apartment complex with you. “I’m bored, come to my apartment.”

You and Taehyung are both out of breath naked in bed. “ God, I came so hard,” he admits loudly and throws the condom in the trash. 

“You’re welcome”, you put on his shirt and new panties on. “How often has he been having sex?,” you look over to Taehyung. 

“ He had sex several times this week, had to hangout and sleep at Yoongi’s place for a couple days,” you scoff and he places kisses on your lips. “Why don’t you just tell him you love him? Your hurting yourself everyday.” 

You flick his forehead but then you kiss it better, “ I know it sounds silly but I want him to suddenly wake up in the morning and realize he’s in love with me. Then we get married and argue on how he doesn’t put his shoes nicely away, but it wouldn’t even matter since we love each other too much,” you brush Taehyung’s hair with your fingers as he hovers you.

 He pulls your panties down and kneels between your legs, “ You are truly a romanticist.”

--

You should really respect Jungkook wishes but you remember him reminding you to come to his dance competition two months ago since it would be his last. The ticket is in your hand and your nervously waving it, you should go to this event, it is really important to him. You grab a bouquet of blue hydrangeas and enter the theater and sit next Seokjin. The show hasn’t started yet so you talk to him. “ Namjoon told me that you and Jungkook took a break from your friendship,” you hug the bouquet tighter.

 “ Yeah we did but it’s only going to be a month. I’m just here to support him.” The show starts and you focus on the dancers.

Watching Jungkook perform has always been fascinating to you, it’s just breathtaking. He ends the show with his solo and you make way  towards backstage. Jungkook sees you and smiles but then quickly replaced with a confused look, “ Uhh...why are you here?” He always begged you to come to his performances but now it feels so different.

 “ You know I wouldn’t missed one of these things, they are special to you. Here I got these for you.” You show him a bouquet of flowers and smile at him. 

“Jungkook! You were so good!,” a girl runs up to him and hugs him, she turns to look at you, “ Who’s this Kookie?” Why is she using that nickname, your the one that came up with it and tease him with it. 

“She’s no one, just a fan,” your heart hurts when he says ‘no one’ because Jungkook couldn’t possibly be a ‘no one’ to you. 

“Yeah, I just wanted to congratulate you, I’m a really big fan,” you say to save him, he mouths a thank you and you leave.

You feel like an idiot still carrying the flowers, looking down towards your feet, and you bump into a hard chest and fall to the ground. “Oh shit, sorry...Y/N?,�� Jimin helps you up by grabbing your hand. 

You playfully scold him, “ Watch where you going, here I got you these... you danced really good,” you quickly give him the bouquet and walk away from him, you hear him say a confused thank you but you don’t turn back.

Towards the end of the second week you send him a message asking if he can shorten the break up. But there was no reply back.

Jungkook is with his Hyungs at restaurant when you text him, he looks at it but doesn’t reply. “ I think I did the best in the dance competition, just saying,” Jimin states loudly after drinking his beer. 

“Oh yeah what makes you say that?,”  Taehyung intriguingly but mockingly asks. 

“Well Y/N gave me flowers and said I was the best,” he smiles smugly. 

Jungkook remembers you carrying flowers in your hands trying to give it to him but he rejected it, he feels bad. Seokjin looks at Jungkook curiously but doesn’t say anything. “Yeah after you knocked her down and gave her big bruises on her knees,” Hoseok states loudly.  

Jungkook should check if you’re okay, well after you guys are done with the break up...he’ll make sure to ice it, he knows how easily you bruise. “What are you talking about she had bruises on her knees before I bumped into her,” he suggestively smirks and does a wink.

 Before Jungkook could defend you, “Don’t talk about her like that,” Taehyung says sternly, the whole group looks surprised and Jimin says a quick sorry. Wait, are you having sex during the break up, you didn’t tell him you weren’t a virgin anymore. Jungkook wants to send you a text but then he stops himself.

---

You are so bored out of your mind, to the point where you actually do your homework. You look at memes and save them so you can show Jungkook tomorrow. You can’t wait to hangout with him since it’s your birthday. You should restock on food, he always has a habit of raiding all of your food. You go to the store and pick up a basket, and start throwing Jungkook’s favorite snacks. You blush when you see a couple making out in an aisle, you quickly do a double take and see that it’s Jungkook and a girl. It’s a different girl from the competition, you never seen him made out with anyone. He’s holding her face gently and kissing her like a lost lover, you can’t help but imagine if that was you. You feel so pathetic that your just watching over them.

You wake up excitedly today, and the whole day goes by and your phone pings with a million messages wishing you, ‘happy birthday ‘ from different people. You look to see if Jungkook send you anything but he didn’t, it’s okay he’ll come tonight and watch movies with you. It gets dark outside but you patiently wait and text people, you see that Jimin sent you a video. You click on it and Jimin is at the club raising a shot glass ‘Happy Birthday! Next shot is on me, Y/N’. And the video ends and you laugh actually wanting a shot right now. You go to the video to replay it one more time to take a screenshot when Jimin’s eyes are closed but then you see Jungkook in the back grinding on a girl from the grocery market. You start to feel furious, did Jimin send you this video to get you mad? You calm yourself down Jungkook can do whatever he wants, he’ll just come a little late with a cake or something. You wait till 1 am, feeling fatigued, you rest your eyes and when you wake up it’s 8 am. You look around to see if Jungkook is here but he isn’t, your eyes start to water. He has never missed a birthday, he promised you he would come, but he didn’t. You felt really emotional from anger to heartbreak. You send Jimin a text.

“ God my head is fucking killing, why did you keep letting me drink, Hyung?” Jungkook rubs the side of his to ease the pain. Namjoon gives him more rice for his hangover soup and Jimin steals it away from him and starts eating it himself. 

“Take those damn sunglasses off, you deserve to be punished with pain, for throwing up in my car,” Yoongi snaps at Jimin. 

“Ahh...Hyung I said I was sorry. I was doing those shots for Y/N’s birthday,” he whines and Jungkook head shoots up. Fuck, your birthday he needs to get out of this restaurant, to see you and beg for forgiveness.

“Jungkook!” You call out his name and he looks at you with startled eyes, you’re lucky the restaurant isn’t busy. You pull out a chair and sit next to Yoongi, “ So was getting your dick wet more important than your best friend’s birthday?,” you should be mature in handling this but your crude question comes out. Yoongi’s eyes widen, Jimin stops eating the rice, Namjoon chokes on his water, and Jungkook tries to reach his hand on yours. You pull your hand and put it on you lap, “ Are you going to answer me?”

He looks surprised that you recoiled from his touch, “Wait... Y/N I’m sorry for not showing up, it totally went over my head. Nothing is more important than you.” You think about accepting his apology, it’s just a small bump in your friendship. But the more you think about it, the more you think about the future with him. What’s going to happen when he finally gets a girlfriend and doesn’t spend that much time with you. Or gets married and has a family. Can you stay beside the man you love whilst he loves another woman. You want to stay beside him and be best friends with him forever, so you decide to put an end to your feelings.

“ Jungkook, let's extend our break up. You’re having a great time and I don’t want to take that away from you,” tears welled up in your eyes and you gave him a smile. You quickly leave the restaurant and walk 10 steps away from the restaurant, and start crying. There are people looking at you, “ Ahh there’s something stuck in my contact,” you say loudly as a couple walks past you.

--

Jungkook is stuck in his chair, surprise at everything you said to him, he was expecting you to call of the break up but you didn’t. When he saw yours eyes he knew you were on the verge of crying, “Yoongi give Y/N a ride, please. I don’t want her walking home like that,” Jungkook asks him. 

Yoongi nods and grabs his keys, exiting and sees you. He walks and stands by you, placing a hand on your arm. “ Let me take you home.”

You enter his car and smell something peculiar, “ Why does it smell weird in your car?” 

He sighs loudly, “ Jimin threw up in my car. I tried to clean it but the smell wouldn’t come out.” You snort and just look out the window, watching cars pass by. “ Y/N, when did you start liking Jungkook?,” you were surprised that he asked you this, did your actions show that much. 

“ We are just friends, I don’t like him like that.” He hums an okay and taps as he moves the steering wheel. A few minutes of silence past and you think of your childhood with Jungkook. “ I liked him more than a friend during middle school and then started loving him when were in high school...I couldn’t tell him, it would ruin our friendship,” you finally say.

 He doesn’t say anything and parks in front of your apartment. You turn to look at him and he looks like he looks conflicted on what’s he going to say next. “ Y/N, Jungkook knows you love him,” he blurts out and your heart drops. 

“ He knows… how?,” you ask yourself.

 He places his hand on yours, “ It was last year, we both went to a bar. He confessed to me that he knows you love him, and that hurts him that you can’t return his feelings.” 

You feel like a fool, thinking that he’ll just wake up someday realizing that he is in love with you. “ Oh okay, that’s fine...I’m going to... just go. I’ll see you later,” you immediately exit the car, walking towards the apartment. You try to open the apartment with your keys but you drop them since your hands are shaking, 

You stand up and have your keys in your hands, and you feel arms behind you. “ Y/N, I’m sorry I suddenly said that out loud, I should've  been more considerate.” 

Yoongi hugs you tighter and you turn to face him, “ It’s okay, Yoongi.” You stay in his warm embrace for couple of minutes, you pull away and look at him. More specifically his lips, you lean forward and kiss him. You don’t know you did this, and you feel embarrassed when his lips aren’t moving, so you decide to pull back. “ I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-,” he interrupts you by pushing you against the door and kissing you. You put your arms around his shoulder bringing him close to you, it feels dirty doing this but you decide to messily make out with him.

 But then you start thinking of Jungkook, you pull back and stare into Yoongi’s eyes which are filled with understandment. “ You’re right, we shouldn’t do this, you deserve so much better,” he says while putting a strand of hair behind your ear. You nod your head and hugged him closer to you.

You enter your apartment and fall back on the bed, you swaddle yourself in the blankets trying to ease into comfort. The clock is ticking and it sounds very loud, you start to cry thinking about Jungkook. Just knowing that he knows that you love him, you laugh humorously remembering how your heart would flutter when he would cuddle with you when watching movies. Even though you want to blame or hate him you can’t, since it’s not his fault that he is so kind and warm to you, and you managed to fall in love. You feel so embarrassed that he just knows. Maybe it’s a good thing that Yoongi told you that, it would make you face the fact that you and Jungkook could only be best friends.

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You don’t mean to lose in contact with Jungkook or his whole group of friends, it just happens. At first it hurts you when he didn’t try to text you or visit you after five months of you needing a break. It shouldn’t have, you were the one who brought up the extended break up but still he couldn't wish you a Merry Christmas or Happy New Year.

 On a dark rainy day you were walking down stairs from a class you have and feel light raindrops falling on your face. You scold yourself for not bringing an umbrella, you were about to start walking and feel the raindrops stop falling. You look up and see a red umbrella, then you turn around and see Jimin holding it. He gives you a careful smile and shrugs his shoulders. “ Hey stranger, how have you been?,” he asked while still holding the umbrella over you. 

You continue walking down stairs and he follows you, “ I’ve been okay, recently found out that I was pregnant.” 

You smile at him and he gives you a shocked expression, “ Y/N...I don’t know what to say...congrats?,” you start laughing at him and he gives you a confused look. 

“I’m kidding, I’m not pregnant. How are you?,” you haven’t seen him in like five months so you genuinely do want to know how is doing.

 He laughs and punches you lightly on the shoulder, “ You almost gave me a heart attack telling me that, and I’m doing okay. Just recently got hired as an intern as a dance choreographer at this amazing dance company, they say if I do well I can get hired full time after I graduate,” he gleams with delight after telling you this. 

“ That’s fucking amazing Jimin! I knew you would do big things, you really are an amazing dancer. I’m proud of you.” You stop walking and hug him, and it takes him by surprise but he pats your back with his unoccupied hand. You pull out of the hug and you guys continue walking, you twiddle your finger and look around nervously. 

You want to ask about Jungkook but your nervous, he looks at you curiously and knows what you want to ask. “ Jungkook is happy, Y/N. If that’s what you want to ask, he is also working as an intern too and he...umm,” he looks around and tugs the bottom of his sweater a bit, “...he’s dating, well he has a girlfriend. She’s nice and pretty, I think you’ll like her Y/N.”

You feel like your world is crashing, that a meteor just crashed and everything is going down in chaos, “ Really! That’s wonderful, I’m happy for him...he deserves it,” you fake a bright smile and he doesn’t notice. He smiles brightly back at you. You are right in front of your other class and you say goodbye to Jimin. The whole time you think of Jungkook and how his girlfriend may possibly look like, it’s time to let go, maybe after a couple months you’ll fully get over him. You smile to yourself, looking outside and seeing the sun start to shine peeking over the clouds.

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You were in deep sleep, dreaming about going to the beach and watching the sunrise, you feel at peace. Then your peace was disrupted when you hear your phone ringing, you pick it up and answer. “ What?,” you say grumply and stretching your legs out. 

“ Y/N, I need you to do me a favor-” “No,” you cut off Nayeon.

 “ Aww, don’t be like that, I’ll buy you food,” she pleads. 

“Deal,” you were going to let her buy you the most expensive steak ever. 

“ Okay so I need you to take my ring to the jewelry store, It needs to be polished. It looks a little dull, I would do it but I have to drop the kids to summer camp and who knows when I’ll do it since I’m always busy. Plus, you’re never busy,” you hum and hear her rant.

 “ Yeah, I’m never busy since I'm single and don’t have kids…” you say jokingly. 

“ Ugh, I don’t mean like that… you’re amazing, beautiful, smart, and you have a great job. You should be fucking guys left and right. I can’t remember the last time I got fucked real hard by my husband,” you roll your eyes and laugh.

 “ Mmm, I love it when you compliment me and talk about your sex life. I’ll pick up the ring in fifteen minutes.”

You go to her house and pick up the ring, you inspect it as you sit in the car, raising it to the sunlight and watching it sparkle. You place it on your ring finger and smile to yourself, testing it on how it feels on you. It’s been six years since you’ve seen him, Jungkook, but now you're thinking of him. Is he married and has a couple of kids, you remember him telling you that he wanted you to be his best man. Maybe if you see him again, you’ll ask if you could still be best friends, you're pretty sure you have no more romantic feelings for him. You stop daydreaming when you realize how big the world is and how you can’t possibly ever see him again.

The jewelry store is in the mall and you hand the employee the ring along with the documents. You wait for forty five minutes as they polish it and you look around at all the shiny elegant jewelry. The employee gives you the ring and you notice the significance sparkle it displays. “ I can tell your husband really loves you, that’s the most expensive ring we have,” the employee tells you.

 You smile at him and nod, “ Yes, he really does love me. Thank you for your work,” you put the ring on and leave the store. 

You walk around since you have nothing else to do, “ Y/N!,�� you hear someone call your name. You turn around and see Namjoon with his deep dimples, smiling and waving his hand. “ Wow, I haven’t seen you in forever,” he walks towards you and gives you a hug.

 You are engulfed in his embrace and you laugh, “ Yeah, it’s good to see you, did your legs get longer?”

 He pulls apart from you and chuckles, “ No, they didn’t, it’s the same length. But how are you?” 

You twiddle with the ring on your finger and was about to reply until he gave you a surprised expression. Oh, he thinks your married, you should mess around with him. “ I’ve been great, I have a wonderful husband and two boys, and I just found out I’m pregnant. Hopefully, it's a girl,” you reply seriously but inside you were dying to laugh. 

“ Holy shit, that’s crazy wait until-” You were about to say just kidding until you hear someone call Namjoon, you turn to see him. Jungkook. He doesn’t seem to notice you since he’s whining to Namjoon on how he left him alone in the store, but stops when he finally sees you. His eyes widen and he stutters on his words. You haven’t seen him in forever and you see how different he looks, his hair is longer and his face looks more mature. Your heart flutters a little bit but quickly ignore it.  “ Jungkook, look who I found. Isn’t it crazy she’s married and has kids! And she’s pregnant, which by the way you should invite me to the baby shower,” you were shocked that Namjoon was saying all this.

You can’t tell him you were kidding, that would make you look like a fool. This could also be the chance to hangout and be friends with Jungkook, if he sees your married and your completely over him he won’t have to worry about me being in love with him. It’s a perfect plan.

“ Hi, Jungkook, it’s been awhile. Namjoon I could’ve told him all those things,” you laugh a little. Jungkook looks at your left hand and then to your stomach.

 “ You’re married? Why didn’t you tell me or invite me to the wedding? We promised that we would be at each other's weddings,” he furrowed his eyebrows. 

You can’t understand his tone, it’s a mixture of hurt and anger. “ You also promised me that you would never missed my birthday…,” you jokingly reply but he doesn’t laugh, he just looks more hurt. “ Uhh, I was joking…,” you nervously fiddle with the ring finger. Namjoon looks uncomfortable, and switches conversation, talking about owning his own bakery with Seokjin. You’re immersed with the conversation and look to the side as Jungkook just stares you down. Namjoon phone rings and tells you he has to take the call. Which leaves you and Jungkook alone.

“ We should get back together,” Jungkook says to you. In this situation, anyone would assume that you and Jungkook were ex-lovers.

You and Jungkook are not ex-lovers.  

“ What?” you say immediately. 

He gently grabs your left hand and looks at the ring sparkle. “ Leave him, let’s go back to the way things were, you could take the kids with you. I’ll help you raise them. I want to be able to see your face everyday and go to the coffee shop, then you can complain on how much sugar I put. I was fucking stupid back then, I lost my best friend since I was desperate for sex. I overlooked your feelings...I ignored it, god you fucking loved me and treated you so bad,” he pleads to you and his eyes look glossy. 

“ What are trying to say Jungkook, your confusing me,” you put your hand against his cheek, caressing it. 

“ I want you in my life as my best friend, girlfriend, wife, a soulmate. Take me anyway you want. These years without you have been colorless. Maybe it’s too late to say this but I love you.” You always dreamed to hear him say those words, and now he’s saying them to you and you start crying. 

“ Okay, let’s get back together,” you lean forward and kiss him. He immediately responds to the kiss and pulls you closer by the waist. You’re finally kissing his soft lips and your hands are in his long hair, pulling it softly. His hands move down to your ass and squeeze them. 

You let out a quiet moan but then pull away from him when you realize you guys were in public. “ Ahh, Jungkook...we shouldn’t do this here,” he continues peppering kisses and nuzzles into your neck. 

“Mmpfh, okay,” he pulls out of your neck and gives you his signature bunny smile. “ Do you think your kids will like me? I hope they do, I can teach them how to play basketball and video games,” he ponders and rubs your stomach. 

You blush when he does this gesture, you need to tell him the truth. “ Jungkook, I’m not married...and I don’t have kids. This-it’s not even my ring, it’s Nayeon’s, I went to get it polished for her…” you say quietly and feel him stop rubbing your stomach. “ I was messing with Namjoon but wasn’t able to say just kidding since you came along. And I thought maybe it wouldn’t be bad for you to be my best friend since I’m ‘married’...god I sound stupid,” you see him blankly staring at you.

 “ Do you love me?,” he asked seriously. 

“ I don’t think I ever stopped loving you,” you say confidently.

 He gives you quick peck and grabs your hand leading you back to the jewelry store. “ Why are we here, Jungkook?,” you ask him while he goes behind you as you look at the wedding rings. “ Pick any ring you want my love, I want to marry you as soon as possible,” he whispered in your ear. Then he grinds behind you, “ And then fill you up with my babies,” he bites your ear teasingly. The same employee who had helped you before gives you a confused look and you turn red, but it doesn’t matter since Jungkook is right beside you.

--

You both are laying naked in bed, panting loudly in each other's arms. He brings your hand up looking at the wedding ring and kisses each finger. You put your other hand on your stomach feeling a little swollen because of the excessive amount of sperm he came into. You smile happily, imagining carrying his children.

“ Y/N, uhh...you know just asking...who did you lose your virginity to-you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” he shrugs and looks away nervously.

“Umm, Taehyung,” you tell him slowly.

“Ohh okay...wait what?” he says ludicrously. “ You know what it doesn’t matter, I love you Y/N”

“ I love you too, and it was only a couple times,” you say tiredly and cuddle into his chest.

“ A couple times!... wait Y/N don’t sleep just yet, how many times did you guys do it. Was he better than me...never mind don’t answer that question...,” he whines and shakes you lightly. But your too content with his warmth and continue to fall into a deep slumber.

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