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our beloved summer | jjk (7.5) (m.)

You made a vow to hate Jeon Jungkook ever since he packed up and left you without a single explanation, but when he shows up at your door after years of radio silence, it turns out that maybe your resolve isn’t as strong as you thought.

pairing: producer!jungkook x songwriter!reader rating: 18+ (minors dni) genres/warnings: exes au, fluff, Angst, smut; THE REASON™️, crying because obviously there's gonna be crying, mentions of hobi leaving :(, cursing, uhm she hits him; kissing (well, of course 😂), br*ast play, t*tty s*cking, oral s*x (f. receiving), f*ngering, unprotected s*x, r*ding, cr*ampie, uhm idk i think that's it word count: 6.9k (poetic, i know) note (1): holy fucking shit i am literally shaking like a chihuahua as i'm writing this a/n. what the hell it's finally here. we've been waiting for this for almost a year and a half. TREMENDOUS thanks to Jo @daechwitatamic, Ari @/wintaerbaer (edited 2024: crossed out but not removed bc even tho she plagiarized obs afterward, she did beta this for me so i guess i still gotta give her that lmfao), and Jazz @jeonwiixard for beta-ing this for me and for reassuring me that it's not a load of crap (probably) and especially Jo for telling me if i back out she'll come kick me. frick! gaaaah. okay i'm gonna let you read or i'll go out of my mind

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I want you to smile, to feel like enough 'Cause you deserve yellow and lions and love I hope you come back when you're doing well Forgive me for being the worst of myself

New Recording 28 - Chelsea Cutler

The second the door is closed, his mouth is on yours again.

His hand on your waist, yours in his hair, it’s similar to how it was mere minutes ago, just the urgency has increased tenfold. You want his suit off as much as you want your dress on the floor.

Jungkook detaches from your lips to let you breathe as he cages you between his body and the door, but it’s not like you can focus very well on breathing when he starts kissing down your neck, sucking bruises into your skin. His hands travel south, one palm curving around your hips to grope your ass, the other settling on the back of your thigh to lift it up, opening your legs wider so he could better slot in between them. With your leg lifted, it makes the slit in your dress ride up, exposing your core to the cool air of the room. You can feel his growing bulge pressed against you, right over your panties.

You whimper his name when he sucks on the sweet spot on your neck, his hips grinding against you slowly.

“Yeah?” You can hear the smirk in that one simple word and the honey that drips from his voice. “What is it?”

“Want you…”

“I’m right here,” Jungkook says. His slender fingers rub you over the pink lace that you’re wearing underneath your dress, teasing your opening through the fabric for a few beats before he pushes your panties aside. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”

His breath is hot on your neck. He presses his lips against your skin absentmindedly, the tip of his index circling you but not pushing inside just yet.

“Tell me you want me too,” you pant, your arm hooking around his neck to hold him close.

“I want you.”

Truth.

You pull him in for another bruising kiss before you blindly push him further into the room, your hands roaming the broad expanse of his clothed chest. He stops when the back of his knees hit the bed.

“Hey.” Jungkook breaks away from the kiss to look at you. “Are you sure?”

If Jimin knew what you’re doing right now, he’d say that you have zero self preservation instincts.

He’d be right, though. If you had any self preservation instincts, you wouldn’t be doing this.

Your stupid, battered heart has only ever wanted him.

“I’m sure,” comes your immediate reply. It’s desperate, but you don’t have it in yourself to even care. “I’m sure. I want this. Please.”

“You were drinking.”

“I’m not drunk. I promise.”

Maybe it’d be better if you were drunk. Then you could at least blame this lapse of judgment on a pathetic state of inebriation and not on your stupid self who’s always weak for him.

He stares at you for a minute, searching for any sign of your willingness being driven by alcohol. He seems relieved when he finds none, and it isn’t until then that he shrugs off his jacket, before helping you take off his dress shirt and trousers.

You haven’t seen him like this in so long.

Every defined line on his body, accentuating every detail that you could spend hours running your fingers over.

He looks different but at the same time, not really. A tad more muscular, but still the same lean frame. Hard chest and abs on full display for you. God, your fingers are fucking twitching with the need to touch him.

Once he’s been stripped down to his boxers, he leans down to kiss you before you stop him with a hand on his chest. The lone tiger lily on his arm catches your attention.

Your fingers reach out to trace the black ink on his body, the lines delicate, your touch feather light. You’re suddenly curious. When did he get it? You can’t remember if you two ever talked about getting tattoos.

“What does it mean?” you ask. It strikes you with the realization that this is just one of the thousands of things that you missed, a reminder of your lost time.

“Please love me,” he says, bringing his hands up to cup your face. He looks at you, just for a few seconds, before clarifying, “It means ‘Please love me,’” then kissing you again.

Jungkook clumsily and blindly searches for the dress’ zipper on your back, giving it a few impatient tugs until it finally starts gliding down your body. Your lips never part from one another as the dress falls to the floor, pooling at your feet. But once you step out of it, he does pull back to look at you from head to toe. His eyes fall to your chest, clad in a lacy pink bra that matches your panties. The look he gives you is the same one that he did when he saw you in your dress earlier today. But there’s something else in his eyes - realization, pride, perhaps a question too.

His hands are back on your body instantly, throwing you onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator. He discards your bra with ease, flinging it to the floor with the rest of your clothes. You shiver when the chilly air meets your bare chest, but the sensation quickly goes away when he takes your breast into his warm mouth. You let out a delighted sigh, arching your back to push yourself further into him as his tongue flicks over your stiff nipple. One of his hands comes up to squeeze your other breast to make sure that it isn’t neglected, rolling your pebbled bud between his thumb and forefinger. He switches to sucking your other tit after a while, then pawing at the one he just had in his mouth.

“Jungkook,” you whine his name when he makes out with your tits for too long, because there’s somewhere else that desperately requires his immediate attention. “Need you…”

He releases your nipple with a wet pop, and he looks pleased with himself when he sees that they’re thoroughly glistening with his spit. “Sorry,” he says with a chuckle. “Didn’t mean to keep you waiting.” He starts making his way down your body, kissing every inch of your skin that’s on display for him, before you put a hand on his shoulder when his face gets close to your thighs.

“What are you doing?”

He looks up at you as his fingers ghost over the fabric of your panties. “Can I?”

You lick your lips, contemplating whether or not you have the patience to wait for him. But alas, you decide, “Okay.”

Jungkook makes quick work of sliding your underwear down your legs and letting it join the pile on the floor. Even in the dim light, he can see just how wet you are, practically glittering with arousal, looking so utterly inviting that it makes his mouth water. All of this, just for him.

He doesn’t waste another second, diving right into you to lick a stripe up your dripping folds. Swiftly burying two fingers into your heat, he doesn’t stop until he’s knuckles deep. Your lips part in a silent but delighted moan. You forgot how good he used to make you feel. Your fingers could never feel as good as his, not thick enough to stretch yourself open and not long enough to reach deep inside of you.

“Fuck,” you drawl, your eyes fluttering shut when the tip of his tongue meets your throbbing clit, teasing it until you’re practically grinding against his face. You thread a hand into his hair, gripping his dark locks until he’s groaning, sending blissful vibrations all throughout your body. The figure 8’s that his tongue draws on your clit sets you alight, sends you into a whole other dimension completely as pleasure courses through your veins.

“So good,” he mumbles. To you? To himself? You can’t tell, but that doesn’t really matter. “Still so good.”

You hear it, just how soaked you are, as he begins thrusting his digits in and out of you. He strokes your walls delicately with each press of his fingers, scissoring you open for what you know is to come.

His tongue dips into your entrance then, teases your dripping hole as you pant heavily,

Your legs close in on his head as the orgasm nears, but he keeps your thighs apart, firmly holding them open as he makes you unravel.

This is fucking unreal - Jungkook with his whole face tucked between your legs, desperate to make you come with his talented mouth. You never would have anticipated this when you woke up this morning.

No, just a while ago you were crying by yourself down at the beach. Now you’re crying out his name as he smothers himself in you.

Once he starts curling them inside of you, it’s embarrassing how fast you come. You clench hard around his fingers as the orgasm washes over you, dripping down his fingers and he uses the added wetness to carry you through the high.

“Jungkook…” you whimper, sounding completely fucked out even though it’s only just beginning. After a while, the heightened pleasure fades into the background, and he presses soft kisses against your inner thigh.

He crawls his way up your body until he’s facing you again. You watch his fingers and the way they’re coated in your juices, wondering what he’ll do with them next. Jungkook languidly smears the wetness all over your lips like he’s carefully painting them, only to kiss you afterward. When you moan against him, he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your hand finds its way into his boxers then, wrapping your fingers around his hardened length, pumping him in your fist until he’s shallowly rutting against you.

The kiss gets broken when he suddenly pulls away, realization dawning on him. “Shit,” he exclaims. “I don’t have a condom.”

“Oh.” You blink at him, then you both just look at each other for a while. This isn’t a problem with no solution, even if the solution is a disastrous one in hindsight. You just want him, so badly that you can’t think of anything else.

He waits for you, doesn’t dare say anything else until you do.

Yet again, the opportunity presents itself for you to stop.

But you’ve already gone this far, and though it’s damn near impossible, you want him even more than you did before.

“Are you clean?” you ask.

It’s evident that he’s surprised by the way his eyes widen, and his silence that follows for the next half a minute. “Yeah,” he tells you.

“Okay. Then we don’t need a condom.”

He says your name once, his fingers brushing your hair away from your face sweetly. You always did like your name best when it used to fall from his lips so softly. “Are you sure?” he asks.

“I’m sure. I promise.”

Jungkook sucks in a breath, like he’s steadying himself, before he rids himself of the remaining piece of clothing on his body, then settles between your legs again. This time, his cock rests directly on your bare pussy. The anticipation makes it harder for you to breathe, makes you squeeze your thighs around his waist to not let him leave.

“How long has it been?”

Your answer is vague. “Too long,” you say. You don’t want to tell him that there’s been no one else since him, but you have a feeling that he understands it anyway. You think that he’d be pleased with your answer, that maybe it would boost his ego in a way, but there’s only a certain sadness that settles in his eyes.

“Okay.” Regardless, he pushes past the sudden gloom that befalls his features, blinking away the disheartenment swimming in his irises, to align himself with your entrance. He rubs his cock against your pussy to coat you in his precum, even though you yourself are certainly more than wet enough for him to slide home easily. “Ready?”

“Yes,” you confirm, bracing your hands on his shoulders as he eases the tip into you, making the both of you moan at the contact. You feel him, all of him.

For a second, you wonder if he has ever forgone protection with anyone else, or if it’s only ever been just you.

Jungkook takes one of your hands off his shoulder to lay it flat on the bed next to your head, lacing your fingers together, giving your hand a slight squeeze. “Breathe. You can do it.”

“Give me a minute.”

“We’ve got time,” he says, his voice smooth like velvet.

“Can you kiss me?” you ask, almost like you’re shy even though he’s balls deep inside of you.

He chuckles lightly, so endeared by you and your silly question.

His lips meet yours sweetly, like doing so would help make the stretch less painful. Maybe it does, at least a little bit.

You can feel his cock throbbing inside of you, and he’s probably trying so hard to hold back, but he keeps kissing you nonetheless.

“You can move,” you say after a while.

“I’ll go slow, okay?”

“Okay.”

He rears his hips back, slowly, then thrusts forward again. You whimper from the slight burn, but it’s nothing you can’t handle. His movements are gentle for the next couple of minutes or so, and it isn’t until you start opening up more that he sets a steadier pace. Even when he starts to fuck you faster, one of his hands is still on your hips, rubbing your skin soothingly.

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunts out, followed by a sigh of your name as he pumps into your cunt, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging deliciously in and out of your walls. “You feel so good.”

He gazes down at you as he moves, and there’s just something so intimate about it that it makes you want to cry again.

You know what it’s like to have him fuck you, and this isn’t it.

No, this is something else entirely.

I love you, you think. I love you so fucking much.

“Missed you.” His words come out hushed, caught in half a moan, half a whimper. “Missed you so fucking much.”

“Did you think about me?”

“Always,” he says, without even missing a beat.

“No,” you clarify. “When you were sleeping with other people, did you think about me?”

“I only thought about you.” His hips stutter as he tells you this, like he’s confessing to something that he shouldn’t. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

You never admitted this to anyone, not even Taehyung even though he probably sensed it, but you used to feel like you could be physically sick just looking at the photos on his feed every time you’d lurk on a drunken night. They were never flashy, just subtle enough for you to know that there was someone. It made you nauseous, because the place next to him was always supposed to be yours.

You just stare at him, not knowing how to process this bit of information. Sure, it’s an ego boost. There’s some pride in knowing that you were the one on his mind even if you weren’t together.

He’s so utterly gorgeous like this that you can’t form a single coherent thought, too lost in the way his eyes bore into yours and in the blossoming warmth that spreads all over your chest from hearing his words.

How did he manage to get even more beautiful? Sculpted by the gods. The standard for all men.

“What is it?” he asks when you stare at him for too long.

“I…” You blink away the daze. “I wanna be on top.”

“Okay.”

Jungkook slips out of you just long enough to get seated with his back against the headboard and pull you into his lap. You hover over him, letting his tip rub against your dripping hole for a moment before you sink onto him. You tip your head back and sigh as you envelope him fully again, the only difference is that you can feel him so much deeper like this.

He grabs your ass with both hands, kneading your skin as he helps you ride him. The sounds that you make together are downright obscene, bouncing off the walls, ringing in your ears.

“Harder,” you tell him shakily. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”

“I want it to hurt,” you say, holding onto him like you’re bracing for impact, because you know he’ll give you what you want. “Make it hurt.”

Jungkook sighs once, then digs his heels into the mattress to steady himself before his hips go wild, thrusting into you with such force that it nearly has you sobbing, your head falling onto his shoulder. It makes you burn with pleasure, like a star before it becomes a supernova. When the tension starts building quickly, you can’t help but slam your hips down harder to meet his thrusts, to chase that high.

You press your lips against his skin, any spot you could find - his jaw, his neck, his shoulder. “Tell me you love me.”

The words are ready on the tip of his tongue, like he’s been waiting for an opportunity to say it. He doesn’t miss a single beat as he tells you, “I love you.”

“Mean it.”

“I do mean it. I love you.”

Truth.

For some sick and twisted reason, his words send you crashing over the edge, falling into that abyss of pleasure that you’ve been searching for. You say his name, over and over again, like you’re making up for all the years that he wasn’t around to hear it.

Your walls convulse wildly around him as you cry out, your toes curling, your thighs shaking. He holds you close, thrusting into you through your orgasm until you’re dizzy, like you could actually pass out from the overwhelming bliss.

“I’m close,” he tells you in a raspy voice.

You catch your breath long enough to say, “Come for me.”

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside,” you say without much thought. If you were in a clearer state of mind, you would know that it’s reckless and stupid. You’re not on birth control, and if anything were to happen, you would have no one to blame but yourself.

But you aren’t in a clear state of mind, and maybe this is even more dangerous than if you were fueled by alcohol. At least you can sober up from alcohol.

You just want him so badly that rationality seems like a luxury you can’t afford right now.

“Y/N,” he whispers shakily, though there’s a warning edge to his voice that you understand.

“I want you to come inside me. I want it. I want it so bad. Please.”

Jungkook groans at your answer.

He doesn’t ask you to look at him, instead choosing to hide his face against your neck where you feel something wet glide down your skin as he grips your hips. It’s followed by a sniffle, and hands that hold onto you like you’re a lifeline.

He’s crying, and that breaks your fucking heart.

You don’t know what to do. Part of you wants to tilt his chin up to look at you, because it feels strange without his tender gaze on you, but you decide against it even though the tips of your fingers tingle with the need to do so.

Your walls clench with purpose, squeezing around him, trying to help you get there. It’s not that long before you hear your name falling from his lips in a choked out moan, so needy and beautiful and makes you nostalgic. He empties himself inside of you, making you shudder from the sudden warmth that he paints along your walls.

You stay in the same position for a few more minutes until your chest is no longer heaving with exhaustion and euphoria. He gently pulls you off his lap to lay you down on the bed, pressing an apologetic kiss against your bare shoulder when you wince from the oversensitivity, from any kind of movement at all.

When he moves to throw on his boxers and goes to stand up, you reach for him. “Where are you going?” You instantly feel pathetic for asking.

He pauses, then squeezes your hand as that sadness from before makes an appearance in his eyes again. “I’m just going to the bathroom,” he tells you, his voice quiet.

The relief on your face must be visible. “Okay,” you say. Rationally, you know he probably wouldn’t fuck you and leave you the second the deed is done. But again, rationality is a luxury at the moment.

Jungkook returns a couple of minutes later with a warm cloth, and dabs it between your legs to clean you up. You grimace when he touches you there, evidently sore already from the activities you just engaged in.

“Sorry,” he’s quick to say, though it isn’t really his fault. Or maybe it is his fault. You’re not sure if that even matters.

When he’s done, he gets under the covers with you. “Come here,” he says, then shuffles your body closer to his until he’s holding you with his hands on your bare waist. He leans down to kiss you, and you let him. God, you feel like you’re fucking melting.

It’s different from the kiss down at the beach, and it’s different from the needy ones you shared in the past hour. It’s soft and slow and easy, like there’s nothing for you to worry your pretty little head about.

Jungkook breaks away eventually, and rests his forehead against yours then. One of his hands on your waist slides up to your ribs, until his thumb could brush the underside of your breast. The touch is gentle, sweet, completely innocent.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. He means everything he tells you. “You’re perfect.”

You even blush, like you’re a stupid lovesick teenager. “Tell me,” you say.

“Anything.”

You reckon it’s self-indulgent at this point. You’re only asking to feel better about your place in his life, or rather, the place that used to be yours.

“Tell me you can’t live without me.”

He nudges his nose against yours. No hesitation. “I can’t live without you.”

Truth. You know it’s the truth.

Nonetheless… “Liar.” Your tone is soft. There’s no bite at all. You touch his face, trying to commit to memory every detail, how his soft skin feels under your touch as if it’s the last time you’ll ever get to see him like this. Maybe it is. You never got to have a last time with him, never got to know that it was ending before it already ended. You’re not thinking about the morning because you don’t want to, but the seed of anxiety is there in your belly. Your fingers trace his jawline as you say, “You lived without me. You were doing fine without me.”

His lips ghost over your cheek. “It wasn’t much of a life,” he says. “I couldn’t bear it without you.”

The thing is, you know that he’s being honest. And it should make you feel good that you affected him as much as he affected you.

But then… it keeps leading you back to that question. The question that you thought you could go the rest of your life without knowing the answer to. But for that to be possible, you needed him to stay gone, stay out of your world forever.

He shouldn’t be here, tangled up in the sheets with you and kissing you like his life depends on it.

He shouldn’t tell you that he misses you, that he loves you. Shouldn’t tell you to please, love him too.

It’s contradictory, isn’t it? You needed to never see him again if you stood a chance of moving on with your life. You needed it and yet, all you wanted was to have him back by your side.

The tattoo catches your attention again. It feels like it’s laughing at you, mocking you.

You clench your teeth once, your eyes beginning to turn glassy. Jungkook sees it, and he’s quick to break up your train of thought. He presses his mouth to yours, shushing you with a deep kiss that makes your head spin, despite it all.

“Don’t think about it,” he mumbles against your lips, so desperate to get you to stop. As if he can sense where this could lead.

“How could I not? I don’t know who you are anymore.”

“You know me.” He holds onto your wrist, to keep your hand on his face before you can pull it away. “I’m still the same.”

“No, you’re not,” you say quietly, absentmindedly.

“Yes,” he insists. “Yes, I am.”

Maybe that’s true. Maybe you do see the person you used to know. But you only ever see him in glimpses and it always leaves you with a terrible, nauseous feeling afterward.

He doesn’t understand how much it hurts you to catch glimpses of the boy you used to love - the boy you still love - only to realize that maybe that isn’t the person he wants to be anymore. It feels like he keeps trying to kill that version of himself, like he despises the person who meant the world to you.

Are you gone forever?

Come back quietly.

“How old are you?” you ask after a moment.

The question makes him pause, his soft features twisting in confusion. He leans back a bit, so his eyes could focus on your face better.

“What?”

“How old are you?” you repeat.

It takes him another while to answer as he tries to see where you’re going with this. But when his search comes up empty, he just answers, “29.”

"I don't know who you are at 29. The last time I knew you was 24. No. You hadn't even turned 24 yet. Where was 25? 26? 27? 28? It’s unfair that you still know who I am when I don't know who you are. I feel like I never aged a day past 24. You carried on living but I'm still here."

His eyes well up once again, but this time, you can see it. The first tear spills over, lands somewhere on your collarbone. This is what you used to want, right? To see him hurting, just like how you were hurting? Well, be careful what you wish for.

No part of you feels victorious that you’re making him cry, that the score is finally being settled, because none of this undoes all of the shit you had to go through. If anything, it makes you feel even worse, like you’re still losing.

“I never moved on from us. I couldn’t move on from you,” he says, voice cracking toward the end. Your heart is doing the same thing in your chest, but you’re glad that he can’t see it. “I swear I miss you every day. I wanted you with me every day. You have no idea how much I wanted to come back to you.”

Jungkook looks so dejected, like a reflection of you these past few years. You recognize that look in his eyes. You know that sadness all too well. He was in as much pain as you were.

He loved you when he left you. He still loves you even after all this time.

You inhale shakily. For the first time, you feel infinitely selfish for only focusing on your own misery without even stopping to give him the benefit of the doubt, to consider the possibility that maybe letting you go wasn’t something he wanted. Maybe he isn’t the antagonist that you spent years making him out to be.

There’s more to it, and you need to know.

“Then why did you leave me?”

Graduation was just shy of a month ago, and two weeks before that was Hoseok’s flight when he left you all behind.

You and Jungkook, along with Taehyung and Jimin had gone to see him off at the airport. Of course you did, you were his best of friends after all. The goodbye was full of jokes accompanied by sniffles, and tears that overflowed without permission because you all agreed that you would hold yourself together for Hoseok. Jimin was probably the one who cried the most, even though inside, you were equally sad to see your friend leave.

A part of your life was ending, and that in and of itself was depressing enough already, but you thought at least the whole group would still be together and start the next chapter by each other’s side.

Nonetheless, it wasn’t the end of the world. All of you could still make it work, even if it wasn’t the most ideal of situations. You promised to keep in touch, promised to message the group chat every day and have video calls every weekend. You were still kids, and kids tend to be optimistic like that.

What none of you could see coming was how everything would fall apart in a matter of mere weeks.

Jungkook thinks that decades from now, when he’s old and gray and helpless, he still won’t be able to forget that day.

He should’ve been more concerned when your mother contacted him out of nowhere, asking him to meet with her, asking him not to let you know where he was going.

He’d shown up half an hour early to the cafe where they were supposed to meet, just because he didn’t want to risk being late and have your mother disapprove of him even more. Not once had she expressed anything other than disdain toward your relationship, but you’d always told him it didn’t matter, that you were the only person who could decide what to do with your life, not anyone else, let alone your mother. He always believed you back then, even if deep down, he still wanted her to see that he was enough for you. Her unattainable approval still mattered to him.

Jungkook spent thirty whole minutes running on nothing but anxiety and caffeine. That was probably his first mistake, ordering a cup of coffee which only made him more nervous than he already was.

When your mother arrived, it barely took her any time at all to get right into what she came here to say. She hadn’t even bothered with a drink.

Was that how it was always going to end? Should he have seen it coming from the beginning? Was he the only one who thought it would be you and him all the way until the very end?

Maybe he was more of a hopeless romantic than he thought.

It was the way she had called him a phase that she hoped you’d grow out of. That she had let you keep this relationship for long enough, but now that you’d graduated - now that you’d be starting a life for yourself - she couldn’t sit back and watch you throw it all away for a boy who could never give you what you deserved.

It was the way she told him she didn’t want history to repeat itself. How she didn’t want to subject you to the same fate that she and your father had to suffer through. How she had left your dad because in the end, he wasn’t enough for her and you, even though you were a child and you deserved to grow up with a father and with love.

She said the same thing would happen to you and Jungkook, because you were meant for greater things and he was not meant to deserve you. She made it clear that he would always hold you back, that he would never amount to even a fraction of what you should receive in life.

“If you love her, you would let her go.”

Cliché, right? Like the kind of stuff you only ever see in movies? Well, movies have to take inspiration from somewhere.

He thought about his own mother then, and about how people could have such different ways of showing love. He believed that your mother loved you, and he still believes that. She wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of seeing him if she didn’t care about you. She wanted the best for you, and that wasn’t him.

She didn’t have to tell him to keep it a secret from you, because he wouldn’t have told you regardless. He was well aware of how strained your relationship with your mother was, and letting you know would only drive it closer to the edge. She knew he wouldn’t tell you. He loved you, and that was the one thing that she could count on.

Just sitting there in that café, Jungkook felt like all of the air had been sucked out of the room, even though he was surrounded by the other patrons and their lively laughter as they chatted away. The pitiful way that your mother kept looking at him forced him to learn what it was like to feel truly worthless.

The pity in her eyes only intensified when he couldn’t even say a single word in response, couldn’t think of anything to defend himself.

Silence meant agreement, and that was what he chose. Jungkook - the naive boy that he was - stopped believing in you. He’d believed her instead.

He was just a kid, what else was he supposed to do?

She was your own flesh and blood, and he knew nothing could ever replace that. He would rather let you hate him, resent him for the rest of your life, than let you lose your family.

That day, he lied to you for the first time ever, saying he couldn’t come over because he was tired. The sunflowers he bought for you just hours prior ended up dying on his windowsill.

He wouldn’t see you again for a few more days, then for months afterward.

July was supposed to represent a blossoming summer, but all he could remember was the dreadful promise of a winter that would inevitably come.

You call his name when he takes too long to answer. “Tell me.”

“I love you,” he merely says. His hand brushes your cheek.

You frown, despite the way the three words make your chest tingle.

“I love you,” he says it again, trying to ease the furrow between your brows.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“I’m sorry.”

His voice is soft, barely even audible, but it’s this gentleness that makes his words ricochet, ringing in your ears loudly like a gun going off in the quiet of your room.

Again with the apologies.

Fuck this.

It’s hard to take it to heart when you don’t even know what he’s apologizing for.

You gave Jungkook the chance to explain himself, but if he doesn’t take it, then that’s not on you. There isn’t much else that you can do.

You swallow hard, then shove him off of you so you could get out of the bed. Your legs instantly tremble as you attempt to stand, but you soldier on as you put on your bra and underwear, then grab your dress from where it lays abandoned on the floor. You’re shaking, but it’s difficult to determine if it’s because you’re angry, or cold without his warmth nearby.

He’s quick to his feet too, rushing toward you before you could leave.

“Don’t touch me,” you hiss when he reaches for your arm. He doesn’t listen, because when has Jeon Jungkook ever fucking listened?

“Y/N, wait-”

“Wait for what?! I asked you a simple question and you can’t even answer me.”

He runs a hand over his face frustratedly, clearly torn over something. He holds your angered gaze, but the way he looks at you is much milder, gentler even if it’s equally frustrated. “I’m trying to protect you.”

You don’t know if it’s the wrong answer or not. You just know that in this moment, it irritates you to no end.

“Oh my god,” you gasp mockingly. “Someone is trying to kill me.”

“What?”

“Someone is trying to kill me. Someone is waiting outside that door right now, waiting for me to come out so they can kill me. Holy fucking shit, I’m about to be assassinated.”

“Y/N, I’m serious.”

There’s that burning sensation behind your eyes again. “And you think I’m not? What do you mean you’re trying to protect me? Protect me from what? Do you think this is a fucking k-drama? Jesus Christ,” you scoff harshly. “What do you want from me? What the actual fuck do you want?”

Jungkook aims for you again, and in an attempt to ward him off, your swinging fist inadvertently collides with his chest. The dress falls to the floor again, laying next to your feet, that useless piece of fabric.

It probably doesn’t do much damage to him, but he’s a bit startled regardless. So are you, if you’re being honest. But you do it again, and surprisingly, he lets you.

“You coward.” You shove hard at his chest, making him stumble backward. “You unbelievable asshole. You fucked me, you said you loved me, and you still can’t tell me why you left me.”

He allows you to push him until his back is pressed against the wall. And even then, you don’t relent. Your fists continue beating against his chest as you start sobbing, spilling ‘I hate you’s in between so many expletives it could make his grandmother faint.

He might bruise in the morning.

You hope he bruises in the morning.

The least Jungkook could do is bruise for you.

You want him to curse him out for so many things - for loving you, for leaving you, for not even having the balls to tell you why he broke your heart. For coming back to remind you that you still love him. For proving that he still has you in the palm of his hands, and every twitch of his finger can make you feel like the walls are crumbling down on you.

But even as you tell him how much you hate him, you’re still thinking: Come back. I don’t want to keep losing you. Come back to me.

Because he’s the only person who can hurt you like this. When you think about him, it used to make you so depressed that you could hardly function. There’s no other way to put it to make it sound less pathetic. That’s just how it is.

You shouldn’t have agreed to this weekend, shouldn’t have been nice to him, shouldn’t have let him convince you not to think about it. You shouldn’t have opened the door for him in the first place, because there was always a part of you that knew he could get under your skin so easily just like that.

This wasn’t your second chance at holding onto him. It wasn’t a do-over. It was a re-enactment.

The years haven’t made you wiser, that much is clear.

You don’t know how long this goes on for, but at some point, you begin to wear yourself out. Your movements start to slow and the energy to violently sob leaves your body until you’re nearly collapsing. Jungkook catches you when you don’t have the strength to hold yourself up anymore. Why are you always so fucking helpless?

“You just…” Your voice gets caught at the end of a sob. This is rock bottom all over again. “You make me so sad.”

You grasp his arm weakly, feeling like your own lungs are failing you. You can’t breathe. It’s too much, too infinitely humiliating. He’s doing this to you again, and this time you have to shoulder most of the blame, because you are the one that enabled your own heartbreak for the second time.

You’re still crying, and you hate that this is the first time he’s ever seen you cry like this.

“I’m trying to protect you,” he says firmly, looking at you like he’s trying so hard not to break down alongside you. “Please, I’m so sorry.” The words come out as a whisper now. You can feel the tremble in his voice and the shake of his hands where they hold you. His big bambi eyes - the usual home of constellations - now house tears that threaten to spill onto his supple cheeks. “Please. What can I do to make you believe me?”

It’s those stupid fucking eyes. It’s your stupid fucking self.

“You need to tell me.” Your tears keep on falling no matter how much he tries to wipe them away. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“It’ll make things worse,” he tells you, his voice cracking as he does. He sounds like he means it, and maybe he does believe that whatever he’s hiding from you will only hurt you more. It almost has you caving, but you can’t do this a second time. You’re exhausted, both physically and emotionally. In the morning, you’ll think about how this is all so dramatic, the way you’re acting right now. The most k-drama-esque thing that has ever happened to you. But in the moment, you just feel like someone plunged a knife in your chest, and they keep twisting it, twisting and twisting,...

In the end, you decide that it’s a risk you’ll have to take, because nothing can be more painful than the absolute hell he’s putting you through. He’ll never understand how utterly excruciating it is to experience this kind of heartbreak.

“If you don’t tell me now, I won’t be able to survive you again.”

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our beloved summer (08) ⏤ aka the JK centric chapter

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chokchokk · 1 year

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since hard hours are open 🤭🤭

cannot stop thinking about possessive san taking the time to body worship you and make sure you know every single inch of your body is beautiful, loved, and only His. he doesn’t care how impatient you are or what you need — in that moment all he’s devoted to is making sure every piece of his love’s body is adored and tended to. possessive san spelling his name on your clit with his tongue, possessive san spelling his name on your neck with his tongue before he bites and sucks as he leaves hickies, just… possessive, devoted san .

FOR YOU(R) LOVE | choi san x fem!reader

a possessive!san hard thought and sequel to: "𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 (𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄)"

"Leave yourself all up to me, love."

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : All of his desire is directed towards you, but sometimes, preferably all the time— San just wants you all for himself.

"All up to my love..."

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎 : hard thought, fluff, smut

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 : 1.2k

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 : possessive boyfriend!san, tired girlfriend!reader, hickeys, love-bites, implied cunnilingus & orgasm denial; san wants reader bad and won’t hesitate to be bad

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 : okay babes first of all thank you for being my first ever hard hour entry !!! i really appreciate you sharing your (god damn scorching hot) thoughts!! second, because i am not over the "intimate, sexy, tender" yet and probably never will be, here's my gift to you that i started writing as soon as i saw it because i wanted to do something for you!!! xx

this is also an invitation for all of yall to share your hard thoughts with me so i can make a thing out of this lol!!! like come awnnnn "choy hardly thinks" is so funny is it not??? like pls entertain me. hard or soft. i'll be there for you !!!! <33 anyway, always grateful for likes, reblogs, comments and all kinds of feedback xoxo

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“Mmm, do you know what, sun?”, San murmurs, finally finished drying his wet hair with a towel from across the room, as you cuddle yourself deeper into the blanket side-ways, preparing to finally get some refreshing sleep, after you spent so much time in that putrid practice room.

“What do I know…”

San throws the soaked towel on the clothing rack and then continues to throw his heavy body against your back, immediately enveloping your physique with his arms, one over and one under your waist, to push his face into the nook of your neck. Through his nose, San breathes in the scent of your shampoo, and inhales the sweetness of your skin, as he plants soft kisses onto it.

“I really like how my name sounds out of your mouth.”

“Yeah?”, you whirr, smiling delicately, getting your fingers tangled up in San’s red strands over your shoulder, not yet realizing that two hours after your last carnal embrace, or not even twenty minutes after you jacked him off in the shower, your boyfriend still can’t get enough of you, no, could never be satiated, always preparing to make more place for you in his throbbing heart, especially fill his mind with your voice. “You like it when I call you by your name, Sannie?”

“Mhm,” he hums, and it should have been at this moment you notice how greedy his hand is slowly disappearing below the oversized shirt he gave you to sleep in– little to your knowledge that your boyfriend just wants your scent on his clothing– and catch on the fact you are enamoring San by your mere existence.

“It sounds so pretty,” he lisps, his lips pressed against your shoulder, as he gently pushes you over on your back, “it would feel so pretty, too, sunshine…”

“We’re feeling a lot tonight, aren’t we, Sannie?”, you mumble, slowly feeling your body melt around San’s heated arm securing itself over your waist, his hands slithering down your abdomen, thumb catching every inch of skin to brush over.

San doesn’t answer at first, lets his fingers playing with the seam of your panties and gently groping your breast talk for themselves.

“Sannie,” you sigh out, but your lover has already made up his mind, or at least let his mind run freely.

“Your skin is always extra soft when we’re done showering,” San tries to explain himself, his voice thickening warmly against your neck, and you have to suppress a whine at his fingertips simultaneously finding your clothed cunt and nipple. “Makes me want to touch it, you know…”

“I know, Sannie, I know,” you utter, but your boyfriend is already carrying on with his entranced adulation.

“Makes me want to run my hands all over your skin,” and San does so, by cruising around on your torso, gripping each tit with his calloused hands with an eagerness that makes you bite your lip, “and get a taste of how warm I make you,” you can hear the pecks of his kisses land on your jaw, “shit, Y/N, I want you so fucking bad, I don’t know what else to tell you.”

“S- Sannie,” you whisper, as your boyfriend playfully bites into your ear. “How do you still have the energy…”

“Oh, sunny,” San chuckles and grinds his building erection against your ass, emitting a grunt out of him, “for you I always make energy.”

You say, “I c-can see that,” and lie, because your eyes are closed down, nevertheless making you more sensitive to your lover’s touch, digit rotating on your slowly more and more wet panties.

“It was a long week, wasn’t it?”, San asks and nibbles your earlobe.

“Yeah…”

“A long week of not getting to touch my Y/N…”

“Sannie…”

The man in question hums and gets his arms out, tussling himself away from your side pinning his arms over each side of your head. It makes you need to look up to him through your eyelashes and San looks at you, his so lovable girlfriend, with a hunger and greed you don’t know whether you are prepared for or could ever be prepared for.

“Can you take off your shirt by yourself or are you so tired I have to do it for you, sunshine?”, he asks, wearing a friendly smile that you can only weakly scoff about.

“Sannie…” Unaware that you whimpering out his name only gets him riled up even more, you pout. “Can’t it wait until tomorrow…?”

“It’s already tomorrow, sun,” San smirks, getting both of his hands under your shirt to pull it over and get it off your body, immediately getting his mouth at your neck, causing you to moan out and roll your head to the side, granting him more access to your skin. “I’ve got to make love to you right now.”

“Sannie…”

“Ohhh, Y/N.”

You whine at him parroting your worn-out tone, while San seems to be working his tongue into your neck until he can feel your precious heart pulsate through your throat, sucking red patches of his passion across your collar so you can wear his love like an accessory. You already look so pretty, San thinks, but after your boyfriend sees how his marks embellish you, he really wants you to know what he thinks of you— you, his gorgeous, beautiful, ravishing, ravishable, fuck, so fucking perfect girlfriend.

“How do you expect me to close my eyes and sleep when you look like this, Y/N…”

“Sannie, please,” you murmur, but gulp, when he begins to kiss down your torso; the smacks of his lips linger warmly across your body and San can feel how your cunt clenches— he snickers once he does.

“Just relax and leave it all up to me, alright?”

You press your head deep down the pillow to his words and feel how he’s sliding your panties down. He leaves a trail of deep, rousingly red love-bites that feel like San is drawing the curvature of his lips into you as if you were his canvas— and in many ways, you are— and as he sucks, your mind becomes heavy in both fatigue and pleasure.

“Alright?”, San repeats himself and you nod, floating in a world that’s drowned in your boyfriend’s love either way. Such a dreamy man…

“Yes, Sannie,” you breathe out, feeling San press his lips into your abdomen, ultimately losing the fight of cuddling him to well-deserved sleep tonight.

“Leave yourself all up to me, love…”

Your lover grins, knowing that you will be kicking your feet and screaming at him in frustration at the end of this night, because oh, Y/N, if you thought your Sannie was just going to eat you out and call it a day, you’re so… wow, so… mistaken— San isn’t between your legs to give you a nice time, he’s here to free him from all the dammed up desire, let it pour down on you in the pattern of deeply red-painted roses, scatter them all over your body for him to admire and adore.

It’s what you deserve, having your legs tremble, having your eyes tear up, voice whirring frailly in the air to finally let you cum, as San spells out a eulogy on your clit, pronouncing you his forever flame who will never fail to make him burn hot, ignite him until his muscles give into the heat and melt into your embrace. But until then… It’s a long time coming, sunshine. Haha.

“All up to my love…”

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itstheghostofmypast · 1 year

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03.20

J.Yunho x (F)Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: She didn't know that he knew, what she didn't think he'd know, and he knew she didn't know he knew- knew she had a dirty little secret.

A/N: I needed to get this out of my system. If you like this, please reblog and comment! Also, feel free to dm me if you want to be part of my Ateez taglist. 💕✨

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Warm.

Warm is what she felt, extremely warm, almost suffocating, this warmth engulfing her forced her eyes to snap open, squinting at the darkness that surrounded her, her brain took a full minute to register the presence of someone next to her, as she instinctively gasped, flinching away, only to be pulled closer- Oh, Yunho.

Wait, what?

She tried to turn in this death choke of an embrace, trying to face him, only to fail horribly when she felt him shuffle and pull her even closer, pressing her back flush against his chest. Why exactly was she in this position? Glancing at the opposite wall she noted the illuminated numbers, 03:20- great, at 3 in the morning she was in her boyfriend's bed- trapped, hungry, extremely warm, and possibly developing the urge to pee.

How had she ended up like this?

Oh yeah.

"10 more minutes, love, I'll be done," he mumbled, staring at the screen, not even registering her hum in response. She was seated beside him, watching him play, only she hadn't been staring at the screen, no, she had shamelessly been ogling at her boyfriend's hands, watching the way his slender fingers pressed the buttons, the veins on his hands pulsating every time he'd move a finger. She had always adored his hands, not that she'd tell him, no, that was her dirty little secret.

The original plan was for them to snuggle up and watch a movie, then she could head home, only because sleeping over at the dorm meant lack of privacy- not that the boys would intrude, but she was one to not show affection in front of anyone else- keeping her secret little moments of clinginess and gooey love enclosed from the rest of the world.

Though since he had an early morning schedule, he couldn't possibly make it to her apartment, after which he had urged her to drop by, rather dramatically,

"Lovely, I'll literally pass onto the next life from all this stress, if you don't show up."

Now, as dramatic as that was, she had gotten off work, snorting at the audio he had sent her. Choosing to buy something for him and the rest, probably some jjajangmyeon, as she made her way to the dorm. It wasn't unusual for her to drop by, nor was it strange for her to bring food, which is why as soon as Hongjoong had let her in, Wooyoung and Mingi had oh so helpfully taken the bags from her, ignoring her calling them over with a "Two servings are reserved!" and running into the kitchen.

"Here." She smiled and thanked San who had salvaged their parcel, handing it to her as he pursed his lips, "Yunho's in his room, kicked me out of the team."

"Aww... I'll talk to him about that." she pouted with him, hearing Hongjoong scoff, "Make sure he sleeps on time please, he's been at it since we came home."

"Will do, captain!" She saluted before marching to her boyfriend's room, food in hand.

With the food left cold on the small coffee table, she sat there, had been for the past hour, waiting for him to finish. Would've stopped him sooner, but she did get distracted by the way his skillful fingers were at work. He was even wearing the rings she had gotten him for his last birthday- again, never explained why she got them, only said "felt like getting you something shiny too."

Due to this very reason, she too had forgotten why they had planned to meet up, only after those 10 minutes turned into an hour, followed by her stomach growling at her forced her to get up and eat her cold food, without him- well, next to him, for she had returned with the bowl and sat there, eating and watching "him" play.

Little happened after that, with a full tummy she had ended up laying on the bed, closing her eyes to rest, not knowing when she had dozed off.

Now, here she lay on her side, on his bed, head on his other arm like a pillow, the little spoon to his giant form, unsure how this position wasn't going to cause him back pain in the morning. "Oh..." whispering to herself she reached down to where his arm was resting on her form, trailing her fingers down his bare arm, how was he this warm in a T-shirt? Finally reaching their destination, her fingers traced the map of his hand, feathery touches, feeling the soft warmth underneath the pads of her fingers.

The low buzz of the air conditioning and the giant-sized heater of a boyfriend had her almost dozing off, fingers now gently working on his, slowly massaging them, absentmindedly, trying to ease the tension in his knuckles.

"You keep that up and I might not be able to control myself, love." his warm breath tickled her ear.

Shivering at the feeling, her breath hitched, as he laced his fingers with hers, the cool rings burning against her warm skin, "How long have you been up for?" she whispered, not wanting to change the tranquil atmosphere.

"Don't know." mumbling he buried his face in her hair, letting the fading scent of her shampoo engulf his senses.

"When did you come to bed?"

"At 2- you knocked out as soon as you hit the bed." he hummed, kissing the top of her head, "Didn't know staring at my hands could tire my poor baby out so much."

"Mhmm..." she hummed only to stop and realize what he had just said, instantly covering her face with her hands, trying to hide her evident blush.

His laugh boomed across the silent dorm as he flipped them over, hovering over her, trying to peel her hands away, cooing at her whines, "Aww come on pretty, let me see those innocent eyes of yours- I won't tell how you use them to imagine naughty things."

"I imagined nothing!" protesting she glared up at him, as he pinned her wrists beside her head, "I was j-just admiring them." mumbling as she averted her gaze, trying her best to not let it show, wasn't going to let him have all the fun.

"Don't worry, I liked it." leaning closer his nose brushed against hers, "Makes me feel loved." Their gaze locked for a moment, lips barely touching as he whispered against hers, "Wanna get matching rings?"

Tilting her head upwards she gave him a quick peck, catching him off guard, his eyes going wide, face resembling the same flush she had minutes ago. That's what she loved about him, he could go from a sexy, dominating beast to a puddle of flustered fluff in seconds.

"Sure." she hummed before shoving him off her, which was easy because he was distracted, and getting off the bed. Sitting up straight he frowned, watching her stretch, "Where are you- You can't go home at this hour." he stated, as a matter of fact.

"Can I go pee, though?" she chimed, walking over to the full-length mirror to check herself, turning to him, earning a nod, "Better come back here quick though."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Gonna show you what else I can do with these hands."

To say that made her run to and back from the washroom was an understatement, the only problem was, upon her arrival, she was greeted with a knocked-out Yunho. She wasn't per se disappointed, just surprised, by how only a few minutes ago he had invited her for some real intimacy, only to succumb to sleep before anything. Well, at least he was getting the rest he deserved, she thought to herself as she slipped into bed, staring up at the ceiling, his scent and warmth lulling her senses to a dull buzz. She was almost asleep when he pulled her closer, burying his face in her hair, causing her to smile with her eyes closed, her hand reaching for the one that rested on her hip, thinking of which ring to get them. Perhaps simple bands, or something shiny and expensive, who knows she wondered, slowly slipping into a comfortable sleep, enveloped in his arms, knowing that whatever it is, the matching rings may just be the start of something stronger, something longer.

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I'm finally watching Sonic Prime and I guess I'll do that thing where people give their thoughts as they watch, mostly because it'll help me keep my terrible attention span in check. However, it annoys me when people do it by continuously reblogging their own post to add comments, so I'm just gonna do it all in one post, at least for each episode, and keep it under a "Read More" to both keep the post short and avoid spoilers for those who care.

Before going in, I’ll share that I saw quite a few things about Prime in various places, but not like, actual reviews or anything. Basically I know what themes the currently shown universes are, what the characters look like, and the basic plot. I’ve also heard it’s canon to the games which I 100% doubt based on the small amount of stuff I’ve seen, but I guess I’ll have a better idea of that once I actually watch the show.

So, here we go I guess. Episode 1. (Oh, and this is awkward, but, Sonic Frontiers and Forces spoilers ahead.)

So yeah, the first line of narration out of Sonic’s mouth and it’s already obvious this isn’t canon to the games. None of Sonic’s friends live in Green Hill. HE doesn’t live in Green Hill (granted, he technically doesn’t live anywhere, though I’d assume he treats Tails’ place as his own). I know Green Hill is a fan favorite (or at least SEGA thinks it is) but like, come on.

Are they using clips from later in the show in the place of flashbacks? Man, they went from showing “sad” flashbacks to five minutes ago in Frontiers to straight up predicting the future with them in Prime. I could be wrong but if I’m right this is kinda funny.

Sonic’s relationship status with Shadow is “it’s complicated”, I guess. I mean, it seemed like a pretty normal friend/allyship in Forces, so I’m gonna headcanon that they had an awkward date and don’t know how to talk about it, at least until it’s revealed that “it’s complicated” means Sonic is in the wrong about something and he either doesn’t know or doesn’t want to admit it.

Ah. 10 seconds pass and I figure out what the flashbacks are about. The show is gonna give flashbacks that explain what lead up to the events of the opening fight. Guess they didn’t want to have him already fighting Eggman and reuse the “you’re probably wondering how I got here” trope since it was already done in the first Sonic movie, but still wanted the opening scene action. I still think it’s funny to use show scenes as flashbacks, since we’re gonna be seeing them again pretty soon.

Has Eggman ever expressed that he hated nature? Just because he exploits nature to further his own goals with little care for the environmental repercussions, that doesn’t mean he actively hates it or anything. I don’t think game Eggman would sneer at the thought of greenery. Another point in the “not canon to the games” tally.

If I didn’t already know that Rouge is only here because she wants the Paradox Prism, I’d put another point in the “not canon” tally for her being randomly inserted into the usual group. Knuckles both not guarding the Master Emerald and supposedly living in Green Hill also warrants a “not canon” mark, but honestly, at this point, I’m starting to question if Angel Island is even where he lives and guarding the Master Emerald is even what he does, because given all the mundane crap he leaves it for in every canon, I have to wonder if that whole backstory is just a fever dream I had at some point.

Amy seemed a little too happy when asking Sonic “where have you been” considering she was among the group complaining he was late right after he arrived. Nice smooth talk Sonic’s got there though. It’s a shame I know from the trailer that he’s about to make a smooth brained decision.

Haha! Sonic learned that trick from Knuckles!

As Sonic’s floating through space, the glittery images of the people he knows speaking in the void, the only word that’s going through my head is, “PRESENTATION!”

Oh god it’s not even been five minutes and I’ve written over 500 words. If only I could write fics this quickly…

Did the truck stop chili dogs give him food poisoning so bad he hallucinated?

Dog npc looks cute. Well, all the animal background characters are cute, but that’s just because rubber hose animals are cute. It feels strange to see properly animated background anthros after all this time. I almost felt like I was watching Boom again.

Okay so yeah Prime is definitely not game canon. Plenty of Eggman’s robots haven’t used flickies in the games. Heck, where would he even fit flickies inside of Orbot and Cubot? I’m 90% sure it’s a convenience thing. They’re a good power source when around, otherwise, he powers his robots in other ways. Again, I don’t think he actively hates nature, he just doesn’t have any qualms with exploiting it.

I think every person on the planet agreed that Sonic having an electric motif kicks ass and so now he just has electric effects to his running in Frontiers and Prime. (I’m usually against mixing canons because I like them having distinct characteristics, but I have to agree, the electric motif kicks ass.) (Also I’m aware that in Prime it’s more a dimensional glitch thing but like, come on…)

Stormtrooper aim on these robots. I guess it works out for Sonic since he can barely run and doesn’t have rings atm.

Had the thought earlier but forgot to write it down; This has the same tone as Colors. People hated that but I’m not ashamed of enjoying kids’ media so I don’t care. Besides, this is clearly a different canon so it’s not like it even matters. As long as things stay consistent within its own universe (or set thereof I guess) then it’s fine.

Yeah so, Tails’ lab is in different places depending on the games/canon. But in the mainline console games, it’s definitely in Mystic Ruins and not Green Hill. At this point, I can easily say anyone, regardless of supposed credibility, would be wrong to say game/Prime canon flows in either direction. Games can’t be canon to Prime because Eggman’s built robots without flickies, and some massive justifications would have to be in place to explain Eggman and Sonic’s personality differences and the characters’ living situations. Prime can’t be canon to games because of the previously said personality/living situation. Prime holds as much weight in the game canon as Boom, so like, maybe a Prime exclusive character might be inexplicably mentioned in a game cutscene, but that’s all you can expect in terms of crossover.

So we’re doing Lost World’s plot then? Prime should’ve been made sooner so they didn’t feel the need to contrive this conflict in a mainline game.

Ah shit he hit a fault line, lol.

I am not used to Knuckles having this deep of a voice.

Tails never gets upset, except, you know, all the times he’s gotten upset. Also how the hell were they able to see his expression from that far away? Did he fly the Tornado off in an especially sulky manner?

Oh shit he really did hit a fault line. That’s funny. I was joking. I thought the impact was that large because of the combined force of the giant robot and Sonic’s dense skull cracking the earth alone.

Wow. Tails is so upset. More upset than he’s ever been before. You can tell by how he’s… just kinda doing what he normally does but with a flat voice.

Okay, Eggman also needed a speed amplifier to get Sonic to crack the fault line. That’s what the device was. I think I saw a clip of Tails explaining that but then just forgot about it. Oh well.

Just as I already knew, Rouge is only here because of the Paradox Prism. She’s not a part of the normal group. She just wants some backup so she can get to the shiny.

It straight up seems like Eggman’s main motivation is destroying Green Hill, with creating his empire being a second thought. Yes, the end goal has basically the same result, but the distinction is important. Eggman is sounding more like what I imagine a Captain Planet villain is rather than like his game canon self. I think it’s fine for him to have more cartoony motivations in this show, but again, it’s a clear distinction between the two versions of him.

Okay, Sonic, you can roll into a ball to protect yourself. Like, come on. You don’t need to be faceplanting like that for no reason.

Oookay. It looks like I read that right last week. Knuckles has two different VAs. For some reason, he just… has a completely different voice in the Eggman Dystopia universe. I honestly like this voice more, but that probably has more to do with it being a less jarring switch from the voices I’ve been used to for… my whole life…

Did… Nine just… not hear Sonic come in? And talking with his outside voice?

If Forces was able to actually show what the planet was like after it was conquered by Eggman, I imagine this is what it’d be like. Also when Knuckles said Tails “lost it” or something like that, I imagine if Tails was acting like Nine instead of a coward, people would’ve complained less. This is the year of SEGA trying to make people forget Forces ever happened while taking the ideas they had for it and freshening them up for new content.

I know it’s basically always been Tails’ backstory that he was bullied for having 2 tails, but the pixel art sequence is clearly based on the Origins animation. Also, that pixel art uh… doesn’t look great. I guess this is a good example of why more simplistic doesn’t necessarily mean easier to create.

The Tornado isn’t Tails’, it’s Sonic’s. The other versions of the Tornado are his, but Tails just holds onto the Tornado, probably due to Sonic’s whole not having a house thing.

Sonic’s got his own inhibitor rings now. Neat.

“WHAT ARE THOOOOOSE!”

Birdie is blue in the games. I think I’ve even seen someone say that already.

“Sonic! Wake up! You’ve fucked up big time!” “Shadow?” (Yes, I stole that.)

Okay I really feel like game Sonic wouldn’t just run off right after his friends say they should stick together, so again, this isn’t canon to the games. Game Sonic has always enjoyed keeping around them, especially when things are serious, and the only times I can think of that he wasn’t like that are Colors and Lost World, two games that are criticized for their portrayal of Sonic constantly.

What? Did Rouge think it was too chummy to hang onto the wing of the Tornado like Knuckles, or did the team actually force her to keep up with a plane? Either way, not cool.

I know chili dogs are Sonic’s favorite food and he probably does need the calories, but dang, he can’t just have them for every meal! This poor guy’s gonna get scurvy before he even reaches the pirate universe.

Ah, so romantic! Getting punched in the face out of nowhere! (This is sarcasm. I’m making fun of the people who looked at Shadow punching Sonic and decided it was Sonadow bait.)

Not a fan of the cliffhanger, and not just because of the whole “wanting to see what’s next” thing. I hate how the Netflix model of dumping batches of episodes and measuring success off of whole series instant viewership has forced shows to end every episode on a cliffhanger to facilitate unhealthy watching habits for the sake of getting their show to survive. It is a detriment to creative storytelling and critical analysis, as the plot has to be built around constant cliffhangers and binging a series means not having the time to digest the information being shown.

Overall, first episode is alright. I like Nine and wish him all the happiness. I wish Sonic a very ‘get punched in the face by Shadow for breaking the universe’. I’m vaguely interested in whatever Knucks and Rebel are doing. I hope that literally any arc concludes before these 8 episodes are over.

Honestly, I think the only reasons anyone has tried to argue that Prime is canon is just because the characters look a lot closer to canon than they have in any other Sonic cartoon, and because one of the hundreds of people working on the show said there is/will be influence across the different canons. If anyone important actually does consider Prime to be canon and it does have a significant impact on the games, then I’ll rescind my opinion and have to consider it a horrible mess that absolutely failed to capture the characterization of the games.

Anyway, I might do this while watching the other episodes… whenever I get around to doing that. It’s like 3AM and I’m tired, so I’m done for today I think.

#Jouska's Thoughts #Sonic Prime #Sonic the Hedgehog #Negativity #Swearing #Seriously 2K words just talking about a cartoon but I have trouble adding 100 to the note page of a fic I'm working on...

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peachsteven · 2 years

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Heyy :) could i request Jake Lockely x reader? The Reader is having her time of the month but Jake is clueless on how to help her and gets steven and marc to help him buy the stuff she needs but theyre just as clueless and he ends up buying almost everything for her? 🥲🥲

Time of the Month

Pairing: (focus) Jake Lockley X Reader ; (side) Steven Grant X Reader and Marc Spector X Reader

Summary: It's that time again.

Word count: 865

A/N: Hi!!! Thank you so much for the request, I hope I did it justice. I improvised a bit and it's a bit short but I hope you like it. Request is still on y'all. Also, reblogs, replies, and likes are very much appreciated. Hope you enjoy!!!

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Pain shot through my body as I prepared my plastic-warm-water-filled pillow. I crouch down, trying to find any position that would lessen the feeling in my belly, the spinning on my head, and the rising of a lump in my throat.

It was that time of the month. The time when my uterus conveys a message that I have been infertile for too long. In doing so, sending a torturous amount of pain across my body.

Marc, Steven, and Jake weren't home. They were on one of their jobs given by their boss, which now happened to be abroad. It's always been like this for the time we've been together and coincidentally, they were almost always away when my uterus turns on its self-destruct mode. Even if they were home, I always stayed in my place and told them to not trouble themselves by coming over because I prefer to be alone, but now it is different. I wish they were here, holding me, comforting me through the pain. Perhaps going out and getting me snacks or just a simple cuddle, but not everything can come true. Although the thought abruptly changed when I heard the sound of the doorknob turning.

The door opened and from the way the posture of the body was straight and the immediate presence in the room, I knew it was Jake.

"Princesa, I missed– Dios mío, are you okay?" He ran from the door and crouched in front of me, cupping my face in his hands. His eyes screaming the word 'worried' and lips pursed into a thin line. Caressing my hair, he looked me up and down, trying to find out what was wrong.

"What happened?"

"It's that time of the month again," I grimaced. Covering his hand in mine, I took it into my own, stood up and walked to my bedroom in which he followed.

I laid down on the bed and patted the space next to me, wanting to cuddle. He looked at me worriedly and went to the nearest mirror and started talking to it.

He was asking about what to do when a woman is on her period, to which I assume were either Steven or Marc. I didn't know what they said but from Jake's response, it was probably a pretty useful advice from Marc since he was once married to Layla. He turned to me and I noticed Steven was now fronting. He ran, crouching next to my side and took my hand in his, kissing it vigorously and putting his other hand on my belly. He caressed the side of my face, then asked me if I needed anything.

"I honestly just need a cuddle from you," I said, caressing his cheek and pulling him to lay with me but he backed away.

"Well Marc did say that did help when he was with Layla but he also said that you might need some things which I'm getting right now," he stood up, kissed my forehead, grabbed his coat, and opened the door.

"Don't worry, love. I'll be back soon."

Then, he was gone.

It didn't take more than 20 minutes for him to come back and when he entered my flat, my eyes widened looking at the two full grocery bags he was carrying.

"Sorry for taking so long, mi amor, but Steven was confused on which period product we should get. Now, Marc said that he knows you're different from Layla and honestly none of us are sure what your preference is, so just in case I got something wrong, I just got everything," he paused, inhaling. "Marc suggested for us to get heating pads since he once heard it does help with cramps so we got that one, too. And Steven pointed to the snacks, saying that it might help with the cravings he heard people with periods tend to get," putting the bags down, he reached into one of them and grabbed something. It was a bouquet of flowers. "I also grabbed this since you once said how much you like them and the way they light up the room," he went to hand them to me but retracted and went to another room instead. He came back with a vase and put the flowers in, placing them on my windowsill.

My jaw was on the floor by the time Jake was sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Now, princesa, just rest and I'll take care of you," he said, pushing my body gently so that my back was on the pillow. He grabbed the heating pad, lifted my shirt, and put it on my belly, letting his hand rest there for some time. Then, he went to the closet and changed into some sweatpants Marc had left when he stayed over. Coming over to my bed, he laid me on my side and cuddled me from behind, putting his hand on my belly and rubbing it in circles. Placing gentle kisses on my neck, I could feel myself slowly falling into dreamland. The last thing I heard before slipping away was a gentle I love you and then I was out like a light.

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221bshrlocked · 3 years

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do you trust me?

Paring: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Words: 3708

Warning: Lots and lots and lots of touching because Din is getting a massage. Blindfold. Handjob. A sort of foot/hand fetish if you like squint...really really squint.

Summary: It's been a while since Mando came for a massage but things get heated when he asks you for a favor...

A/N: Ok so there was this one anon message I was writing a fic for yesterday when I lost the 1.5K words and it was something along the lines of "imagine Din frequenting your massage parlor and you're a masseuse" so I added a little twist to it because Shy!Din who doesn't want to cross that line until he's 1000% sure you're okay with it does something to me so here you go. I hope you enjoy it people and I'm sorry I lost your message anon. I'll reblog with the taglist later. This is not beta'd!!

You can’t help but smile when your boss comes in and tells you that one of the regulars was asking if you were available for him today. You know who she’s referring to but still tell her that he should be serviced soon since he probably doesn’t have that much time. When she tells you that he specifically asked for you, you tell her that you’ll take him up in the next slot.

It was strange to have someone like the Mandalorian come in for a massage. His people weren’t necessarily known for letting their guard down, especially in an establishment like this. But you felt a sense of pride every time he came in. Granted it was every once in a while, but you enjoyed those sessions immensely. You remember how weird and intimidating it was when he first walked into your room. You couldn’t see a single inch of his skin and you wondered why he would come into a massage parlor when he wasn’t allowed to take off his clothes. He’d quickly explained to you that it was only his helmet that he couldn’t take off. It was a little sad though because for those first few times, he only ever took off his beskar armor. You told him that you would unfortunately not be able to use any of the oils on him since he chose to keep his clothes on and he nodded in understanding.

But then something shifted in the dynamic between the two of you and over the span of a few cycles, Mando, as you liked to call him, began to strip off his layers. You never questioned him about his decisions, ensuring to follow his lead and tell him that he was very much in control of what happened in the room. But as patient as you were, you couldn’t help but feel guilty because maker, why couldn’t he just take off his clothes? It was the most mind-boggling thing you’ve ever experienced. You had adonis on your table come in every day, but just seeing his arms and his waist had your mouth watering. It was pathetic too because no matter how many times you saw him, your heart still skipped a beat when you touched him.

As you finish with your current client and prepare the room, you remind yourself to try and be on your best behavior for his sake. It took the man almost five months to finally feel comfortable enough with you and take off his shirt so you couldn’t go and destroy all of that work. When you’ve set everything up and replaced the candles, you walk out and head towards the front desk. You don’t have to glance around for too long. It’s hilarious how much he stands out next to everyone. As soon as you look at him, Mando’s posture changes and he sits up, his hands clasping his knees as he waits for you to nod at him. You ignore his rigid attitude and whisper something to your boss, smiling back when she turns to Mando and raises an eyebrow at him.

“Come on, I don’t have all day.” You call after him and watch as he stands up and struts towards you. No matter how many times you saw him walk, it’s always a little intimidating when you’re at the receiving end of such a powerful hunter.

“You could have been on your merry way Mando.” You say as you lead him through the hallways. “That’s not how I see it mesh’la.” You stop and turn around to look at him, narrowing your eyes when he almost bumps into you and mirrors your stance. “Are you ever going to tell me what that means?” You think he’s looking past you when he responds and rings his fingers nervously. “You don’t have all day.” The curt comment lets you know he isn’t going to answer your question and you shake your head before you continue to walk towards your room. Before you unlock it, he clears his throat and grabs your wrist to stop you from going any further.

“I- I can come back later, if you’re already booked for today.” You’re a little surprised by his comment but you shrug your shoulders and push the door open for him. “I cleared my schedule just for you so you better not change your mind now.” He turns away from you and stares at the floor before he steps into the room and you let out a breath when he begins to take off his weapons and place them on the corner table.

As you shut the door and move towards the table with the oils and towels, you’re met with a silence like never before. Thinking that he was probably not in the mood to chat, you shut your eyes and count back from ten to calm your nerves. You could do this.

But then you turn around a couple of minute later and you almost drop the bottles of oils when you see Mando’s state of dress. He’s standing in front of the table, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, staring at you through his visor.

You can’t do this.

“Is- is this okay?” Mando asks and you clear your throat quickly before moving the oils to the massage table. “Y-yeah of course. As long as you’re comfortable. Like I said, I don’t want you to think that you have to do anything.”

“I know…I- I trust you.”

Those three words do little to calm your nerves and you look up at him as soon as the admission registers in your brain. You aren’t sure if it was normal to react this strongly to such a simple declaration but you turn away from him to give him some privacy as he hopped onto the table.

“Can I ask you something mesh’la?”

“Hmm.”

“Do- do you trust me?” His question catches you off guard yet again and you tilt your head at the odd timing of it before you nod. “Of course Mando!”

“Then can you do me a favor?” You hope he’s about to ask you what you’ve been silently craving for months but then he brings out a simple cloth and you’re confused.

“I would like to feel…relaxed, and this helmet makes it difficult to- to…I can’t take it off in front of anyone. I understand if this is too much but if you don’t mind, could you maybe-” You know what he’s asking as soon as he brings up the helmet and without missing a beat, you walk around and take it out of his hand.

“Sure, but I won’t be able to see if I’m doing something that you don’t like. I tend to read body language but this will be more difficult, so you’ll need to speak up. Deal?” You wait until he gives you his confirmation before you return to table. As soon as you see him move to lay down, you turn around and wait until he’s comfortable before you raise the blindfold to your eyes. Mando watches as you twist it tightly around your eyes before you tie it, waving his hands several times in front of you to make sure that you don’t see him.

“Ok, I can’t see anything so…um, hand me the urn with the light-yellow oil please?” You call to him and force yourself to stay quiet when he takes your hand in his and places the urn between your palms. You thank him and wait until he tells you that you can begin. As you test the temperature of the oil, you hear a soft hissing sound coming from the top of the table and you stop your movement when you hear Mando setting down the helmet on the floor.

“Just umm, let me know when I can begin yeah?”

“Go ahead mesh’la, I’m ready for you.”

It never occurred to you that he might sound different without the vocoder and you grip the urn tightly as his voice rings through your ears. It was much deeper and hoarse than you thought it would be and for a moment, you wish you could hear it as he whispers the filthiest desires across your skin. But you bite your cheek and keep yourself under control as you step forward.

“Here, let me help you.” Without warning, Mando grabs your hand and rests it on his chest, and you think that this is probably the moment where you die of sheer sexual frustration.

“Thank you,” you whisper to Mando as you bring the urn above your head and begin to slowly pour the oil across of his chest and stomach. You vaguely feel his arms moving but you say nothing and put the urn aside as you begin to spread the oil across his skin. No matter how many times you massage him, you always felt giddy touching him. He wasn’t exactly ripped per se but he was muscular enough for his job, with some softer muscles here and there.

As you dug your fingers into his skin, you hoped he wasn’t staring at you because you were sure your skin was flushing deeply the more you felt him twitch and flex beneath you. You could tell the past month or so has taken a toll on him because the more you kneaded and stretched his muscles, the louder his gasps and groans grew.

But then you passed over his nipples and you swore he was murmuring curses beneath his breath. Opting to just move on and not apologize, you dig your knuckles into his pectoral muscles and hold back from commenting on how solid they felt. As you move to his shoulder, you could tell that he really was in need of relaxing because there were too many knots in just a small area. Mando is keeping silent the entire time and you thank the maker that he was a usually a quiet guy because there was no way could survive hearing his voice for a long period of time.

Taking a deep breath, you pour some more oil on your hands before you take hold of his arm and begin to stretch it. Mando says nothing as you bend it and move your fingers across his biceps and if he flexes for you, it’s a completely unintentional reflex. When you reach his hand and push your fingers into his palm, Mando swears again, turning his full attention to you as you try to loosen his ligaments. You know you don’t need to spend that much time on his hands but you’ve always loved how much bigger and thicker they felt compared to yours. It also felt a little intimate feeling someone’s hand relaxing between yours, but you kept that bit of information to yourself, not wanting Mando to feel nervous around you.

You slowly walk around the table and apply the same attention to his chest and left arm, hoping he wouldn’t notice the way you were clenching your thighs together as you felt his fingers curl around your wrist as you massaged his forearm.

“Moving onto the legs so if there’s anything you’re not comfortable by, let me know.”

“Yeah,” you almost jump when you hear Mando’s response because…was his voice this deep earlier?

Deciding to just go for it, you twist the towel far enough until it reaches his thighs and begin to pour oil on his thick muscles. You swear he didn’t look this tall but you realize that perhaps the armor didn’t make him look big, just more intimidating. As you squeeze the flesh of his inner thighs, you hear his breathing become erratic and you stop for a second to give him a chance to say something. When he doesn’t, you return to the task at hand and try your hardest to not think of the appendage that was not too far from where you were touching him.

Fuck, this should not be turning you on this much.

You’re not sure what it is about this situation that’s making you this needy and you think that’s it’s perhaps the blindfold but you brush the thought aside immediately, knowing that your brain would not be shy from thinking of more inappropriate scenarios involving blindfolds and liquids should it wanted to.

Pretending you weren’t just daydreaming about the Mandalorian bending you over this table and fucking you into the next parsec, you move to the other side and attend to his other upper thighs. Maker, this man really as built like a hunter. Well, he was an actual hunter so-

“Where did you go?” Mando’s voice breaks you out of your haze and you take your hands off of him when you realize he may have actually been staring at you.

“S-sorry I was just- well, it’s nothing important. Never mind.” You smile embarrassingly at him before you move to his feet and spread them apart. Mando’s sudden intake of breath sends a panic down your back and you take your hands immediately off of him.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No! N-no, you’re…carry on.” He’s quite breathless as he speaks to you and furrow your eyebrows before you return to knead at his feet. And just like earlier, your thoughts take a turn for the worst when you notice just how large his feet were. They were much bigger than your own little hands and you think that maybe, just maybe, they might be proportional to his-

“That tickles,” Mando’s chuckle would have brought you to your knees had you been focusing on what he’s saying and you apologize before moving onto his other foot and finishing it quickly.

“Alright, turn for me Mando.” You tap his legs and wait for him to move, all the while trying to not think of him turning you around and spreading your legs to-

“Ready.” You silently curse him for always cutting off your train of thoughts but you bite your tongue and move to the other side of the table. Standing right in front of his head, you pour more oil on his back and attempt to ignore his whimpering which you were sure he wasn’t aware of. Once there is no more oil, you mirror your actions from earlier and dig you knuckles into his shoulder blades, finding the tense muscles and tendons much more difficult to relax than his front.

“Maker…you’ve been working hard haven’t you Mando?” You only get a small groan in return and you chuckle when you massage a particular spot that has him reaching out and grabbing on your legs.

“Oh…uhh please,” if it was possible to choke on air, you would have done so as soon as he moaned for you. This was not what you signed up for when you first woke up today, and you hated how much more relaxed he felt in your presence because the lower you moved down his back, the more confident his groans grew and before you knew it, he was whispering your name and speaking in his mother tongue. You weren’t sure if he was saying good or bad things, but from the way he was reacting to you, you had an idea of how he was feeling. And by the time you got to his calves, the man has pretty much melted underneath you.

As you finished up and moved away from the table so he could take his time to get up, you felt a strange haze wash over you. Something about the way he moaned your name along with expletives and maker knows what else had you wishing he could just muster up the courage to step over that line with you.

Slowly turning around, you wait until Mando begins to sit up before you speak up.

“I hope you don’t take too long before you visit again…it’s difficult to get you to loosen up when there’s so much pent-up energy.” You smile and hope he can tell that you’re joking with him, not realizing how much danger you were in just from being near him.

“It won’t help.”

You’re shocked by his response because he’s never actually insulted you before and you’re about to bite his head off when he grabs your wrist and pulls you towards him.

“M-mando wh-”

“It’s not going to help, because I still have a lot of pent-up energy mesh’la. And you’re the one to blame.”

It’s like a zap of lightening has struck you down because as you try to free yourself from his grasp, you accidently brush something beneath the towel he has around his waist, something that was tenting the fabric and making it much harder to the touch.

“I’ve been trying to convince myself to visit you for so long sweet girl, but I stop myself from pushing in the coordinates when I remember how good it felt to have you worshipping me with your hands, your strong, soft little hands that I dream of touching me elsewhere…where I need you, crave you, fucking burn for you.” His words are laced with promises that you’ve longed to hear from him and you don’t realize that he’s waiting for you to answer until his grip tightens around your waist and he pulls you in closer.

“Mando,” you whisper to him as you lean into his neck and before he can ask you again, you slowly leave a trail of kisses across his jaw and down his jugular, not caring for how rough you’re being as you descend down his chest and leave bitemarks across the beautiful skin of his broad torso. He’s already somehow a moaning mess underneath your touch and the more you lick and kiss him, the more needy his groans become.

“Please, let me.” You plead as you raise your lips until they’re brushing against his and as Mando slowly tilts his head to capture your lips in a kiss, you dip your hand beneath his towel and firmly grasp his cock. Mando is distracted for a moment and he lunges into you when he feels how your warm hand massaging his dick. Although he normally doesn’t prefer any display of emotion, he can’t hold back from moaning your name as you slowly stroke his length. You’re not surprised by his size, but you’re a little shocked by how hot he runs and as you twist your palm around the bulging tip, Mando leans into you and shoves his tongue down your throat, making sure you don’t run away from him as he slips one arm around your back and keeps you as flush to him as possible.

The room is suddenly filled with the sounds of Mando’s heavy breathing and groaning, and you smile to yourself when you remember how desperate he said he was for you. You’re glad you weren’t the only one feeling such an intense neediness and it’s your turn to gasp when you dip your hand and grab his balls. Mando’s hold on you tightens and you’re sure he’s giving you bruises but you can’t find it in yourself to care because this monolith of a hunter was falling apart just from your hand.

You break the kiss and slowly push him down so he could lay on the table again and as he follows your lead, you smile down at him before you grab the oil and pour a little more of it on his dick. He twitches at the warm material but quiets down as soon as you bring two fingers and shove him in his mouth.

“Be quiet for me baby, don’t want the other clients to think they’ll be getting this treatment too.” Mando bites down on your fingers as he nods and you try to hold back from jumping on the table and sinking down on his cock.

Fuck, it felt like it was beautiful and you hoped that you’d get to see it at some point in the near future. But you were satisfied with what you had now and as you worked him closer to his orgasm, you wished you could see his facial expressions as he surrendered to you.

You could feel him buzzing with energy on the table, and you giggled when he stretched out and grabbed your leg to bring you closer to him.

“Please…oh fuck, please I-”

“Cum for me Mando…cum for me, let me taste you on my lips baby please. You’ve been so good to me, letting me take care of you and trusting me to keep your secret. Go ahead darling, and cum for me.” He suddenly sits up on his elbows and you let go of his mouth before grabbing his balls and massaging them until he fell over the edge. As he growled his release, you couldn’t hold back anymore and leaned down, taking as much of him in your mouth as possible as you sucked on him and tasted his seed. There was so much that you swallowed and you marveled at how much he still had as you continued to milk him dry. When he finally finished and fell to his back, you stroked him softly a few times before licking across his navel to clean him up.

As you stood next to him, you felt a little shy at what was to come. But Mando seemed to see you overthinking because he didn’t waste another minute, sitting up quickly and pulling you in his arms. You stood in between his legs and smiled when he leaned down and began to kiss across your eyes.

“You…you’ve been so good to me mesh’la.” He whispers hoarsely as he nips at your shoulder and you giggle when his scruff begins to tickle your skin.

“So have you.” Mando sighs heavily at your confession and you repeat it one more time so he could believe that you were telling the truth.

“I- I think I’ll start coming more often. You know, so the muscles aren’t too knotted like you said.”

“Hmm, is that all you’ll come for Mando?” You smile when he pecks your lips and brushes your hair aside.

“No sweet girl, I’ll be coming for you too. More than you think.”

#din djarin x reader #din djarin/reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #pedro pascal #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian/reader #massage #din djarin smut #the mandalorian smut

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haikyu-boys-am-i-right · 3 years

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Guardian angel

Character: Bokuto- aged up haikyu set after high school

Warnings: ANGST, ANGST, and more ANGST! TW death, TW cancer, major character death

Requested: no

Summary: Yn Akaashi is the twin sister of Akaashi Keiji and when the guy she is in love with gets cancer she vows to stay by his side in sickness and in health till death do they part.

Word Count: 9,277

Note: A song that sets the mood for this story is If only tears could bring you back to me by midnight sons. I literally had a dream of this and I wrote this and I am saying sorry in advance.

Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated but please don’t repost my works.

Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

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One night while yn is visiting akaashi, He gets a call from bokuto while they are eating dinner. “Hey Bokuto what's up you don't usually call like this' ', akaashi says. Yn looks over at him from where she is eating her dinner, curious as to why bokuto is calling as well. “Tell him that said hi '' yn says as she takes a bite of her dinner. “Yn says hi '' Akaashi says. “He says hi back”, Akaashi says. “You sound worried bokuto, what's wrong?'' Akaashi asks. Akaashi’s eyes widened. “Wait what, yeah we can come over what day and time? This weekend? Okay, yeah i'll bring yn over to your house with me thanks for letting me know ''.

Akaashi hangs up the phone and sighs grimly. “Hey keiji what's up, is everything okay with Bokuto”, yn asks. Akaashi clenches his fist. “Bokuto just told me that he has to go to the hospital this week to get some test results in”. “Oh what for” yn asks. “Well It seems that the doctor that he sees thinks that bokuto could have cancer”. Yn drops her chopsticks in shock. “Wait what”, she whispers. “Is he okay”? Akaashi shrugs his shoulders and yn can tell that he is worried about Bokuto as well. “He said that he hasn't been feeling well lately and he wants us to stop by this weekend and he will tell us the results”. Yn nods. “Okay yeah I’ll definitely go with you”, yn says as worry starts to grow in her mind. Akaashi sighs. “All we can do is give him support and hope that he doesn't have cancer”. “I hope he doesn't”, yn whispers. Akaashi sighs. “I hope he doesn't have it either”.

That weekend yn and akaashi head over to Bokuto’s house to see what the results of the tests he had done are. “Do you think he is going to be okay, yn asks worriedly. Akaashi wraps an arm around her shoulder and he squeezes it gently. “Hey everything is going to be okay'' he says trying to give her a smile while the feeling of worry in his gut just won't go away. “I'm sure bokuto is fine,” Akaashi says as he goes to ring the doorbell.

They wait on the front porch for a few minutes and Bokuto is the one who answers the door. Bokuto, how is everything, are you okay,” yn asks while she goes to hug him. She feels bokuto tense up but as she pulls away he has a smile on his face. “I'm fine yn”, he says ruffling her hair causing her to huff in annoyance. “There's no need for you to worry, yn”. “That's a relief”, yn says going to hug him tightly again. “So do you wanna play some video games then, Akaashi,” bokuto asks, nodding back to his house. Akaashi nods as they head inside. “Of course but I'm going to beat you,'' he says nonchalantly. “Yeah there is no way that is happening,'' Bokuto says with a chuckle.

They head to bokuto’s bedroom and yn sits on his bed while bokuto and Akaashi sit on the floor so they can see the television a little easier. Yn casually watches the two play some sort of co-op shooting game while she surfs the internet on her phone.

Suddenly Yn gets a text message alert from kuroo. She opens the text to see what he needs and her eyes widen as reads the text. Hey yn akaashi-san, i'm sure bokuto won't tell you because he told me not to say anything but his test results he got back were bad and he starts chemotherapy next week he didn't want to tell you or your brother because he didn't want you two to worry. Yn gasps, slapping a hand over her mouth and Akaashi and bokuto turn to look at her curiously. Yn fakes a cough. “Sorry i think i inhaled some dust and i need a drink” she says trying not to show that she knows anything. “I’ll go get some for all of us,'' Akaashi says as he leaves the room.

Yn bites her lip and bokuto looks at her strangely. “Yn what's wrong you look upset” he asks. “You idiot,'' she sobs, drawing her knees up to her chest. “How could you keep that from us, your closest friends”, she sobs. “Hey what's going on” bokuto asks, alarmed as he gets up from the bedroom floor and sits by her on the bed. “Koutarou you idiot,'' she sobs as she hugs him. “You called me by my first name so this must be serious,'' he whispers, hugging her back. “How could you not tell us that you are sick you idiot”, she sobs clutching onto his shirt tightly. Bokuto freezes. “Who told you”, he whispers, sounding sad and almost broken. “Kuroo-san texted me”, she says as she doesn't let go of him. “Damn” he mutters. “He should not have said anything”. “Why not?” Yn asks, pulling back to look at him. Bokuto sighs and he looks like he might cry. “I didn't tell you because I want you to be happy and I know that you would probably pity me if you knew”. “I could never pity you koutarou”, yn says as she gulps trying to hold back her tears. “There's something I need to tell you as well”. “What's that?'' he whispers absentmindedly. “Well here goes nothing”, she says. Koutarou I'm in love with you and I have been for a long time probably since my brother introduced us during our first year of high school, but I've always been too scared to tell you.

Bokuto freezes as he looks like he might cry. “I've loved you too yn”, he says as his voice starts to crack. “That's the main reason I didn't want to tell you about my sickness because I knew if I did then you might not treat me the same and if we fell in love it would break your heart if i died”. “I don't care, I want to be by your side, koutarou”, yn says, shaking her head as she goes back to hugging him again. “You deserve love and support and the cancer should not interfere with that”. Bokuto sighs as he kisses her forehead. “Are you sure you want to be my girlfriend?'' he whispers, his voice wavering. “Yes of course I do”, she says. “Okay”, Bokuto whispers, pulling back out of the hug and she gasps as he cups her cheeks and he kisses her gently, the taste of their tears in the kiss.

The feeling is bittersweet because she knows how much emotion bokuto is hiding behind the kiss. They pull apart and bokuto leans back against the wall while sitting on his bed and he pulls yn into his arms so her back is against his chest. “I never want to let you go”, he whispers, kissing the back of her head softly before resting his head in the crook of her neck. “I know I don’t want to let you go either”, she whispers. I do want you to know that I will be there at the hospital with you every time you have to get chemo alright”, she asks. “I don't want you to see me like that,'' he says as he sobs harder, causing tears to drip down and wet the back of her shirt. “You need support,” she says. “Besides, I'm not letting my boyfriend fight cancer alone”. “Okay,'' he whispers, still holding her close to him in his arms. “Are you going to tell Keiji”, yn asks. She feels Bokuto nod against her neck. “Yeah I guess I better”, he whispers as they both fall silent.

“Hey I'm back sorry it took me a while to find the drinks because it seems your parents moved where they keep the sodas but i got one for you, me, and Yn, Bokuto”, akaashi says as he steps into the room but he stops as he soon as he sees bokuto holding yn close to him and can tell that the air of the room has turned sad or tense. “Hey what's up, are you two okay?'' he asks. “What's going on”? Bokuto bites his lip. “Do you want me to tell him for you koutarou?”yn asks, rubbing his arm gently. Bokuto nods as tears fill his eyes and he is unable to speak. “Is he okay and why did you call him by his first name you never have before”, Akaashi asks, growing more and more confused. Yn sighs. “Koutarou was lying when he said his test results came back as okay, Keiji, kuroo told me and i asked bokuto about it”, yn says. Oh Keiji, koutarou has cancer”.

Akaashi freezes as he almost drops the drinks in shock. “Wait, are being you serious right now?'' he whispers and you can see the worry evident in his eyes as he turns to look at Bokuto. “Bokuto, why didn't you tell us”? Bokuto hangs his head and Yn continues to speak to Akaashi for him. “He didn't want us to pity him even though I could never do that”, yn says, turning around and leaning back so that she can kiss bokuto’s cheek. “What's with that, that's a new development”, Akaashi asks, his eyes widening at the sight of his sister kissing bokuto. “I finally confessed to him”, yn says as her cheeks turn a tint of pink. “I told him about how I've had a crush on him for a long time and I still want him in my life”. “I fell in love with yn a long time ago but you know that Akaashi '', Bokuto whispers as he holds her close to him. “I am glad that you two finally told each other how you two feel but the thing is”, Akaashi says as he sighs heavily. “I'm happy for you two but I wish this could have been under better circumstances”. “I know” yn says as all three of them fall silent unsure what to say. “So can we play some more video games before you two have to go, '' Bokuto asks, trying to ease the uncomfortable feeling in the room. “Of course,” Akaashi says, going to sit back down on the floor and he presses a button on his controller to unpause the game. “I'm going to sit back down on the floor so that I can get a better view of the tv alright yn”, bokuto asks. “Sure”, she whispers, letting him up from behind her.

While Akaashi and bokuto continue to play video games, yn lays on her stomach on the bed and she watches the two play the game completely engrossed in the mission and she plays with bokuto’s hair. He snorts and she smiles. “Are you ticklish koutarou?'' she whispers, running her fingers through his hair again. “Yeah I am” he whispers, trying not to laugh. She kisses the top of his head and he laughs out loud. “Hey that's not fair you are making it worse and I can’t concentrate on the game,'' he says. “Aww does koutarou not want my affection?'' she asks as she goes to pull away. “Hey wait a minute yes i do”, he says whipping around and yn gasps as he kisses her. “Um hey could you two not make out while i'm in the room”, akaashi says with a groan causing yn and bokuto to laugh.

“I guess we better be heading on home now, bokuto”, Akaashi says as they finish up the mission and he gets up out of the floor, stretching as he stands up. Akaashi turns to yn and he chuckles lightly when he sees that she has fallen asleep on bokuto's bed. Bokuto sighs looking at her sadly and then he looks back over at Akaashi and Akasshi’s heart tightens at the pained look on Bokuto’s face. “Take care of her for me alright Akaashi”, bokuto asks. “What does that mean”, Akaashi asks with a frown as he crosses his arms. Bokuto sighs and clenches his fist as even just trying to tell akaashi about what he wanted to say was hurting him more than anything else had before. “It means if I die she is going to need someone to watch over her and I want to make sure that she is safe and taken care of”. “Hey you are going to make it alright i won't approve of anyone else dating my sister”, Akaashi says. “I just don’t want to get her hopes up”, bokuto whispers, looking like he might cry again. “Hey you'll be there I am sure of it,'' Akaashi says, patting Bokuto on the back. “I hope so, I love her too much to see her heart break like this”, Bokuto whispers as he kisses her forehead. “If I do die, akaashi, I promise that I'll be her guardian angel”, he says. “You will do better than that, bokuto” akaashi says. “You'll be there by her side to protect her”. “I hope so”, bokuto whispers ruffling yn’s hair gently. “I hope I can give her a lifetime of happiness but I know I won’t live to see that”.

He reaches over and pulls a jacket from off of his bedside table and then he turns back to Akashi. “Here, give her this, I want her to hold onto it for me” bokuto says, handing Akaashi his fukurodani volleyball club jacket. “I can’t play volleyball anymore anyway because of how weak the chemo will make me so I want her to have this”. “Okay I will give it to her '', Akaashi whispers, trying not to cry himself as he goes to wake Yn up so that they can head home.

About a week later it is time to head to the cancer clinic for bokuto’s first chemo treatment. Yn is there beside him for support as they walk up to the hospital. Yn squeezes his hand gently as she feels his grip tighten on her hand. “I don't know if I can do this”, Bokuto says as a tear runs down his cheek. “I'll be there with you the entire time”, yn says. Do you promise he asks nervously and yn’s heart clenches as she hears his normally loud and boisterous voice sound so small and scared. “Of course I won't leave your side even for a moment”. Bokuto smirks. “Even if you have to use the bathroom”, Bokuto asks her with a chuckle. Yn laughs. “Okay fine, I would leave your side if i have to go to the bathroom but that's it you're stuck with me koutarou and I want you to know that” she says. “I’m grateful for it,'' Bokuto says, squeezing her hand once more as they walk into the cancer clinic.

Bokuto is taken to the back shortly after checking in at the front desk and yn heads to the back along with him, keeping her promise to stay by his side. “For your first treatment you will be given a small round of chemo,'' the nurse says as she leads yn and bokuto to a room. “How long will the treatment last?”, bokuto asks as he looks nervously at the bag of chemotherapy treatment that is hanging from the IV pole. “The drip will last about an hour as it will take that long for the medicine to enter your system”, the nurse says as she goes to get the things needed to give bokuto the iv. Bokuto pales when he sees the needle in the nurse's hand when she returns. “Yn can you hold my hand”, he asks looking up at her with his bottom lip sticking out. Yn’s eyes soften. “Of course I'll hold your hand koutarou”, she says sitting in the chair by the bed and Bokuto grips her hand tightly but not too tightly as the nurse heads back over to them. “This may sting a bit,'' the nurse says after wiping down the area of his arm where she is going to give him the iv. Bokuto winces but he doesn't yell out in pain and yn leans over to kiss his cheek. “You're doing so good koutarou”, she says. Bokuto gives her a pained and nervous smile as the nurse finishes up putting in the iv and she hooks up the tube to the iv sight and the medicine starts to drip down and enter Bokuto’s arm. “Alright I'm all done”, she says, putting away the used needle in the disposal bin and throwing away her pair of blue disposable gloves. “I'm going to come back and check on you in half an hour alright”, she says. “Thank you”, bokuto says, laying back on the pillows on the bed as the nurse leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

“Let’s watch some tv that will keep your mind off of the treatment”, yn says as she finds the tv remote and she switches the tv on. They flip through the multiple television channels trying to find something to watch when they find some old movies to watch and this helps them to pass the time quickly as they quote the more famous movies and they joke about old graphics, how exaggerated expressions seemed to be, and how bad the cheesy acting was..

The nurse comes back in a little while later and she smiles softly as she sees that both bokuto and yn have fallen fast asleep with their hands still interlocked between them. “Excuse me,'' she says as even though she feels bad about it, she has to wake them up seeing as Bokuto’s treatment has finished being administered. :The treatment is done so it is time to discharge you”, she says as yn and bokuto open their eyes. “That was fast,'' Bokuto says and he winces as he feels stiff and sore all over. “What's wrong koutarou”, yn asks, placing a hand on his arm. “My muscles are really sore”, he says as he tries to stretch and he winces. “That's quite a normal side effect of the chemo,'' the nurse says with a nod. “He will be okay right ma’am”, yn asks, looking worriedly over at bokuto and back up at the nurse. The nurse nods as she pats yn’s shoulder as she tries to reassure her. “Yes he should be fine”, the nurse says and then she turns to Bokuto. “You are good to go for today but please feel free to call us if any side effects persist or worsen”, she says handing him a discharge packet.

After Bokuto has been discharged and he puts on a mask that will help to keep germs from getting into his weakened immune system, yn leads him over to the hospital gift shop. “What are we doing in here?'' Bokuto asks her as she gently squeezes his hand again as she leads him inside the store. “I wanted to get you something for getting through your first chemo treatment,'' she says and her eyes light up when she spots the perfect stuffed animal to get for him. A grey stuffed owl with white tips on its head sits on a nearby shelf. “This is perfect”, yn says, picking up the stuffed animal and she turns around so she can show it to bokuto. “Oh and why is it perfect? '' Bokuto asks, cocking an eyebrow to show that he is confused.

Yn smirks teasingly at him. “Well because fukurodani’s mascot was an owl, you played on the team while in high school, and you have white tips in your hair just like this little owl does”. Bokuto grins so wide that yn can tell that he is smiling behind his mask. “Okay you got me there”, he says chuckling as they walk up to the checkout counter. “I'll take good care of him, I promise,'' Bokuto says as he takes the owl from yn and holds it close to him after they have paid for it. “It's the first gift that you have gotten me after all” he says snuggling the owl close to his cheek. “Are you going to name it” yn asks. “Of course” bokuto says as his eyes light up. “His name is going to be spiker,” Bokuto says proudly. “You named him after a volleyball move” yn asks, trying not to giggle at how cute her boyfriend is. “Yes”, Bokuto says defensively as he pouts at yn’s giggles. “Is there something wrong with that”? Yn shakes her head. “Not at all because that's definitely something you would do and I want you to know that I love you”. Bokuto grins as he hugs the owl tightly to his chest. “I love you too yn”.

A few months later while they are out on a dinner date, bokuto keeps glancing at her and away from her over and over all throughout dinner and yn starts to get confused at the shy and worried look he seems to have on his face. “What is it” yn asks as she puts a hand on her cheek. “Do I have something on my face, kou”? Bokuto shakes his head and looks at her with pure adoration in his eyes. “No but I wanted to ask you something but I am really nervous to do it,'' he says. “Okay so what did you want to ask me, you know you can tell me anything”,yn asks putting her utensils down so she can give him her full attention and she goes to take a sip of her drink. “Will you move in with me”, Bokuto asks her suddenly, his cheeks turning a bright shade of red and he sighs with relief after finally getting the question out there. Yn gasps as she almost drops her drink. “You want me to move in with you”? Bokuto nods as his cheeks heat up even more in embarrassment. “Yn I don't know how much time I have left or if I will live for another forty or fifty years but what I do know is that I love you and want you by my side so will you move in with me and be by my side each day”? Yn smiles and she feels like she might cry at the sweet gesture. “Oh bokuto of course i'll move in with you”, yn says as she gets up out of her chair and she walks around the table to hug him. “I'll never be lonely with you by my side”, Bokuto says as he hugs her again.

Over the next few treatments Bokuto begins to lose his hair and he becomes very self conscious of it. “I miss my hair,'' he whispers one day as yn helps him to tie a brightly colored bandana around his head. “I know” she whispers as she kisses his cheek. “Do you still love me even though I am no longer handsome”, he whispers looking sadly at her. Yn’s heart clenches at the hurt look in his eyes. He had become oh so frail after his last treatment seeing as the doctor had to up the dose of his chemo treatment and yn was starting to worry about him even more than she had before. “Hey you are still just as handsome and hot as the day we first met and of course I still love you Kou, I always will because you're the sunshine in my life, you know that right”? Bokuto grins and he turns to hug her. “You're the best girlfriend ever”, he says. Yn smiles as she hugs him back even though her heart is breaking. “No, you're the best boyfriend, silly” she says. “Now why don't we go watch a movie before we have to go to the next treatment in a bit alright” she says. “Okay” he says smiling as he heads to the living room. Yn heads to the bathroom. “I'll be there in a minute, okay kou” she says. “Okay babe”, he says. “I will be picking out the movie while you are in there then” he says as he sits down on the couch and he turns on the tv.

Yn goes into the bathroom and she closes the door behind her. She sits down on the toilet and the dam breaks as she finally lets her tears flow as she sobs harder than she ever has in her entire life. She keeps a hand over her mouth so Bokuto doesn't hear her because she doesn't want him seeing her so upset as he was having a hard time as it is and she cries her heart out hoping and wishing that the chemo treatments will help him soon and she hopes that bokuto will no longer have to suffer each day.

One day while yn is helping bouto to clean around the house she finds a small black box on their bedside table. “Koutarou what is this over here”, she asks, holding the box up in her hand as she turns to face Bokuto. Bokuto’s face and ears turn bright red as he realizes what box she is holding in her hand. “Oh um that was supposed to be a surprise for me to give you later but you can go ahead and open it” he says. Curiously yn open the box and she gasps once she sees what is inside it. On the little cushion in the box is a small antique looking wedding ring. “Bokuto, is this what i think it is”, she whispers looking up at him lovingly. “Yeah”, he says sadly while he rubs the back of his head. “I was thinking of giving it to you but i was worried about whether it was too soon to asks you and then i thought well i probably don't have much time left anyway and so i asked my mom if i could give you my grandma’s wedding ring and she said yes so um yn Akaashi will you marry me”, he asks. “Yes” yn whispers. “Oh koutarou, yes of course i will marry you”. Bokuto grins widely as he starts to cry. “Okay yeah”, he says, taking the box from her. He takes the ring out of the box and with a shaking hand he takes her hand in his and he slips the ring onto her ring finger. “I love you koutarou”, she says as she goes to hug him. “No matter what life throws at us I will always love you”. Bokuto hugs her back. “I love you too yn i just hope that we have a lot more time to spend together”.

As yn pulls out of the hug she goes over to her purse and she pulls out a similar looking box. “What is that?'' Bokuto asks. Yn smiles with happy tears in her eyes as she opens the box and she pulls a wedding band ring out of it. “This was my grandpa’s wedding ring and I asked my parents if I could give it to you”. “I was actually going to ask you when we went out to dinner tonight”. Bokuto laughs. “That is when I was going to ask you but the surprise was spoiled before I could ask you”. Yn smiles as she slips the ring onto Bokluto’s finger which fits perfectly and he cups her cheek as he leans in to kiss her.

A year later and it is time for Bokuto’s appointment with his cancer doctor and the doctor will tell them if the treatments have been working to help fight the cancer within Bokuto or not. “I'm nervous yn”, bokuto says as yn grips his hand in hers while they sit out in the waiting room. “Don’t worry kou i'm sure the doctor will have some good news seeing as you seem to be feeling better lately”, she says. “You're right”, he whispers as he kisses her temple and he fiddles with the ring on her finger trying to keep his mind on something happy as they had started planning their wedding a short while ago.

They are called to the back and the nurse finishes checking him in. “So is this your girlfriend then sir”, nurse asks him. Bokuto nods proudly as he squeezes Yn’s hand. “Well actually she is my fiance”. Yn blushes. “I'm still not used to being called that even though we have been engaged for a year because it just doesn't seem real that I am engaged to the man that I have been in love with for years”, she says with a chuckle. The nurse smiles at them softly. “Well the doctor should be in here shortly seeing as there isn't too much of a wait today”, the nurse says as she leaves the room.

The doctor comes into the room shortly after just as the nurse said he would. He picks up a chart from the counter and he turns to yn and Bokuto “Hello, you are koutarou bokuto, am I correct”? “Yes, I am,” bokuto says. The doctor sighs as a grim look crosses his face but the look is gone shortly after so yn thinks she must have been imagining things. “Well”, the doctor says, clearing his throat. “I need to speak with your fiance in the hallway if that is alright, there was some paperwork I have a question on ''. “Oh sure”, bokuto says as he lets go of Yn’s hand. He then kisses her cheek before she goes out into the hall. “I'll be back soon, kou”, she says. “Okay hurry back I miss you already”, he says, giving her a smile and a wink. Yn smiles and nods. “Don't worry kou, I will”.

“So what did you want to talk to me about sir”?, Yn asks as she closes the door to the room behind her. The doctor sighs and he shakes his head sadly as he holds up Bokuto’s chart. “You two came in today for his checkup to see if the chemo is working, am I correct”? “Yes that's right”, yn says crossing her arms. “Is there something wrong, doctor, did the test results not come in yet”? The doctor sighs and shakes his head again. “That's just it the results are in but they probably aren't what you want to hear” the doctor says with a heavy sigh. Yn gasps as her hand goes to cover her mouth. “Wait hold on, are you actually saying that the chemo didn't help him”? The doctor nods as his hold on the chart tightens. “ I always hate having to be the one to tell my patients this, but It seems that the cancer is of the more severe and aggressive type and he will have to go through another round of chemo but it will be a more strenuous type”. “It will take more of a toll on his body than the last round did won’t it”, yn whispers. The doctor nods. “I'm so sorry ma’am, do you want to break the news to him or should i do it”? “I'll try to” yn whispers, her mind in a daze. “I'll go in the room with you as support, I am truly sorry miss”, the doctor says. “'m sorry that you have to tell him this sort of news in any way shape or form” “I just hope this doesn't break him”, she whispers. “He's had such a strong smile on his face throughout his treatments and this may be the last straw”. The doctor nods as he follows her back into the room.

“Hey, hey, hey yn what questions did they have about my paperwork”, bokuto asks her but the smile on his face dies when he sees the pure and utterly defeated look on her face. ?”Yn what's wrong did something happen”, he whispers. Yn bites her lip as she runs over to hug him. “Koutarou”, she sobs, holding tightly onto him. “Oh Kou”, she sobs. “Yn what’s wrong”, he whispers,his voice trembling as he pets the back of her hair. “The test results” she sobs as that is all she can ammage to say. Bokuto freezes as he realizes what she is trying to tell him. “The results are bad aren’t they”, he whispers, his voice wavering.

Yn nods and she feels Bokuto start to shake and cry along with her. “Why couldn't you have fallen in love with someone healthy?'' he sobs, burying his face in her hair. “I don't want anyone else, you idiot,'' she says. “I'm broken and you deserve someone better, someone that can promise you a full life of happiness”, he says. “You aren’t broken and don't you ever say that”, yn says. “You have all of my heart and you always will, you are stuck with me remember”? Yeah bokuto whispers holding tightly onto yn. I remember. They stay like that for a long while till they can stop crying and the doctor tells bokuto about his next round of chemo. “Tell it to me straight, doctor,” bokuto says. “How long do you think that I have left to live”? The doctor sighs. “I would say anywhere from a year to two years”. “Then let's make the most of this next year koutarou”, Yn says. “Okay”, bokuto whispers. “Let’s live every moment together because who knows what moment will end up being my last”.

The walk out of the hospital is quiet and yn doesn't know what to say or if she can say anything that will actually make Bokuto feel any better. Suddenly she stops as she has an idea that races through her mind. “Hey kou i have an idea she she lacing her hand tightly with his. “Oh yeah, what’s that?'' he asks, looking at her sadly. “Let's not wait and get married now,'' she says. Bokuto stops walking as he looks down at her. “Wait now”, he asks, looking at her. Yn nods. “Yes because I want you to be absolutely sure that I will be right here with you for whatever time we have left together and I think getting married would be a good way to do that” she says. “Are you sure about this yn, because if I die you'll be known as a widow”, he says sadly. Yn shakes her head. “I don't care and besides no other guy can fill the place you already have in my heart alright”? Bokuto nods as he leans down to kiss her. “Okay then let's get married” he says as they head out to their car so they can drive over to the courthouse so they can get married.

They arrive shortly after at the courthouse and Bokuto holds her hand while they walk the entire way up the stairs and inside the courthouse. “Are you sure that you want to do this here and now”? he asks her once more as he sighs worriedly. “I know you wanted to have our friends and family at our wedding ceremony and this is probably not the ceremony that you imagined having” Yn sighs as she squeezes his hand to try and reassure him. “I think this type of ceremony feels more intimate and special if it's just the two of us kou and besides the only person i need here is you after all” yn says. Bokuto chuckles as he raises her hand to his lips and he kisses the back of her knuckles. “Okay,'' he says. “You are the only one I need as well so let’s do this”, he says as they head inside.

After waiting for a little while the judge called them in for the ceremony. Akaashi had come down to the courthouse to serve as the witness of the ceremony. “Is everyone ready”, the judge asks, looking back and forth between yn and bokuto. “Yes we are ready”, Bokuto says as he and yn stand in front of the judge. “Alright then let's begin, '' the judge says as he clears his throat. “So do you koutarou bokuto take yn Akaashi to be your lawfully wedded wife to have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, in sickness and in health till death do you two part”? the judge asks him. “I do”, bokuto says, trying not to cry as his throat thickens after he hears the death do us part line. “Alright then”, the judge says with a warm smile and then he turns to face yn. “Yn Akaashi, do you take koutarou bokuto to be your lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold from this day forward, for better and for worse, in sickness and in health till death do you part”? “I do”, she says sniffling as she smiles happily and she turns back to face bokuto and they both have tears in their eyes and Yn hears akaashi sniffle behind her. “Well then with the power vested in me I pronounce you husband and wife, you are now known as Mr and Mrs Bokuto and you may now kiss the bride”. Yn and bokuto step forward and they embrace each other as they kiss as the judge and Akaashi clap behind them. They want this one moment to last forever and yn wishes that they could be frozen in time because she knows this happy moment won't last forever.

Yn is right about her hunch because the happy moments are gone about a year after their wedding as bokuto’s condition seems to worsen and it has gotten to the point where he doesn't seem to have much of a will left to live and he would tell yn that his love for her was what was keeping him alive at this point. Bokuto now has to permanently stay in the hospital due to how weak his immune system is and yn is there with him in his room at any moment that she can be, whenever she does not have to work she is there by his side because she is afraid of not being there when he does eventually pass away.

Yn sighed as she left the house to go and visit bokuto for her daily visit. She looked up at the grey sky and sighed wistfully as she watched the first snowflakes of the christmas season fall around her and land on her jacket and mittens and the snow ends up dusting her hair as well. “He loves the snow” she whispers and she is hoping that he can see the snow from his hospital room window. The ride to the hospital is always quiet and yn misses when she and bokuto could drive for hours through the city and back roads having adventures so that each moment was a journey they wanted to remember.

“Hello miss bokuto good morning”, one of the nurses says as she walks past the nurses station and she heads into the hospice ward where Bokuto’s room is. “Hello head nurse”, yn says. “How is he today?” she asks, looking down the hall towards Bokuto’s room. “He seems to be stable today, no more pains that I know of” the nurse says. “Thank you all so much for taking care of him”, yn says. The nurse smiles. “Well you should give yourself some credit as well you are such a loving wife being by his side most of the time”, the nurse says. “He needs me and I need him” yn whispers, shaking her head to try and clear her eyes of tears as she did not want Bokuto to see her cry. “I want to spend as many moments as I can with him whether they are good or bad,” she says as she walks down the rest of the hall towards Bokuto’s room.

Yn enters Bokuto’s hospital room, closing the door quietly behind her and she smiles as she sees that he is finally resting peacefully today, with striker the owl tucked into his arms. She pulls back the curtains on the window and she smiles wistfully as she watches the snow cover the ground while she waits for Bokuto to wake up from his nap.

“Is that snow falling out there”, yn hears a croaking voice ask from behind her. Yn smiles as she walks back over to bokuto’s bed to see him smiling up at her even though it is hard for him to smile with the oxygen piece placed in his nose. “Yeah it is snowing, it's so cold out there too”,she says shivering as she tucks her hands into the pockets of the now worn out fukurodani jacket. She had worn it to the hospital so many times that the name had faded on the back of it but she wore it anytime that she couldn't be around bokuto. “I bet the view of the snow is prettier from the outside of this place”, he says in a low voice. Yn shakes her head. “Nah it's just wet and gets everywhere but i'm glad that we can watch the snowfall together in this room”. “I'm glad as well” bokuto says and he coughs and winces as he lays back on the pillow. Yn frowns seeing as the cough did not sound good to her. “Have you been in much pain today kou”?, she asks, taking his hand in hers.

Bokuto shrugs and coughs even harder than before. “I have had a bit of pain but it seems that the pain medicine is helping me”. “That's good,'' she whispers as she kisses his forehead and he sighs happily and closes his eyes. “What's the date?'' he asks looking back up at her. “All of the days seem to run together while I am stuck in here”. “It's December twenty fourth”, she whispers. “Wow it's christmas already,'' he says, shaking his head. “You know I was working on a present for you at home and I hope you find where I hid it at some point so you can tell me how you like it”. “Can you tell me where it is, kou?”, she asks. He shakes his head and grins a mischievous grin. “No way honey, I'm not done with it, so you can’t see it till I’m finished with it”. “I got you something as well sunshine”, yn says smiling as she gets up from her chair and walks over to her large bag that she had brought with her.

“What is it”, bokuto asks, perking up a bit as he tries to sit up in the bed but he sighs and lays back defeated on the pillows seeing as he can’t sit up by himself as he doesn't have the energy. “It's a surprise” yn says winking as she helps to raise the top part of the bed so he can sit up in the bed and she hands him the bag. “I was visiting my parents house recently and I found something that won't wilt like regular flowers would”. Confused, Bokuto opens the bag, pulls out a large amount of tissue paper, and his eyes widen when he pulls out a handful of carefully crafted hand folded paper carnations. “These are beautiful babe”, he whispers, cradling all of them gently in his hands as he looks up at her. “Did you make all of these yn”, he asks. Yn nods and she blushes as she rubs the back of her neck. “Actually I made these back when we were in our first year of high school, and yes it was shortly after we met, you see I wanted to confess to you back then but I didn't know how to, so I had the idea to write what I liked about you on the papers flowers and then I ended up getting too embarrassed to even give them to you.

“Can I read them now”? Bokuto asks her. “Of course you can”, yn says smiling at him. “That's why I gave them to you after all”. “I love your smile”, bokuto whispers and tears come to his eyes as he reads the first flower. “I love your hugs and how you always have so much energy. I love how you can instantly make me feel better just by being with me. I love your passion for whatever you set your mind to”. He opens up the last one and tears come to his eyes as he reads it. “Bokuto koutarou i love everything about you and I hope you return my love sincerely, Yn Akaashi”. “Do you like it”, yn whispers nervously. “This is an amazing gift, of course I love it, now can I kiss you”, bokuto asks. “Of course you can”, yn says leaning down to kiss bokuto. “Can we cuddle now, I want to hold you, he asks, looking up at her with puppy dog eyes. “Of course you know I love your cuddles”, she says, moving the rolling hospital tray out of the way.

She pulls down the guard rail and she sits down beside him and she swings her legs onto the bed, pulling up the guard rail so that she doesn’t fall off. Bokuto wraps his ailing arms around her and he pulls her close to him and closes his eyes. “I love you yn and thank you for these two wonderful years”, he says as he cries into her hair. “I love you too kou and I am sure we will have many more”, yn says as she starts to cry as well. “You don’t know that you yn, please find someone after I've gone, I would hate for you to be sad,'' bokuto says and if yn isn't mistaken his voice seems to be getting raspier. “What are you talking about, kou I could never love someone as much as i have loved you” yn says. “Promise me,'' he says, tightening his hold on her. “You will try to find happiness after I'm gone”. “You are not going to leave me anytime soon but sure I promise to find happiness”, she says snuggling up close to him. “Good, thank you”, he whispers and she feels him relax against her. “Let’s rest, I just want to hold you while we sleep, okay,” he says. “Okay love you kou” she says closing her eyes and she lets sleep overtake her. “Love you too yn”, he whispers as he too closes his eyes.

Yn’s eyes suddenly snap open as she hears loud and shrill alarms going off around her. “What's going on?'' she asks, looking around disoriented and wide eyed as several nurses and doctors all rush into the room at the same time. One of the nurses pulls down the guard rail. ““Ma'am we need you to get back off the bed because your husband is going into a code blue and we need room to see if we can revive him”, one of the doctors says. Yn gasps as she hops up from off of the bed and her eyes widened as she sees bokuto lying there motionless with a peaceful smile on his face. “Koutarou”, she whispers weakly hoping he will wake up but her hopes are falling faster and faster by the moment. “Please get out of the way ma’am”, a doctor says as he pushes her back. In all of the chaos yn notices that striker had fallen to the floor. She picks up the stuffed owl in her arms and her hold on it tightens as she begins to cry when bokuto showed no signs of response to the doctors attempts to revive him. “Call it”, the doctor says sadly as he stops trying to revive Bokuto and he pulls away shaking his head sadly. “Time of death 12:01 December twenty fifth”. Yn sobs as she drops to her knees on the floor and she cries and the doctor’s clench their fists and they look away sadly as she wails her heart out. “Of all days why did it have to be christmas”, yn says sobbing. A nurse comes over and she helps her to her feet and wraps a blanket around her shoulders. “Is there anyone you would like me to call dear, '' the nurse asks, rubbing her arm in an effort to comfort her. “My brother”, she says as she bites her lip in order to be able to speak and not cry again. “He was my husband’s best friend,” yn says numbly. The nurse nods. “Okay, why don't I get you something warm to drink and you can give me his number alright dear”? “Okay”, yn whispers.

The nurse leads her out to the nurses station and she sets her down in a chair. Dazed yn hears some christmas music playing on the radio at the nurses station but the cheeriness of the music is only making her feel sick to her stomach. She definitely doesn't feel like this is the most wonderful time of the year. She holds striker close to her and she feels tears leaking down her cheeks as she can smell bokuto's scent on the stuffed owl. What a way to spend Christmas, alone in a hospital after her husband has passed away.

After getting her a large cup of hot chocolate the nurse gets akaashi’s number from yn and then it's not too long before he gets to the hospital after the nurse calls him, even though it is so late at night. “Yn, I am here”, she hears Akaashi call out her name as he runs down the hall to her and when she looks up she is surprised to see tears running down his face as normally he hardly ever shows any emotion. '`Keiji”, she says as she bites her lips and the tears flow freely down her cheeks once more. “What happened”, akaashi asks, bending down so that he can be at her eye level. “We fell asleep cuddled together and oh keiji he died in his sleep”, she said sobbing loudly. Yn throws her arms around Akaashi and he hugs her tightly to him and he holds her as she cries, soaking his shirt. “At least he died with you there with him”, akaashi whispers, rubbing her back. “At least he wasn't alone”. Yn nods but she doesn't say anything. “Do you want to stay with me for a few days yn”, akaashi asks. Yn nods as she rubs at her eyes. “I don't know what I'm going to do Keiji” she says, trying not to let her emotions overflow again. She sees Akaashi rub tears out of the corners of his eyes as he helps her up out of the chair and he wraps an arm around her shoulder. “Hey don't worry we will get through this together” he says as they head out of the hospital.

The day that yn decides to head back to her and bokuto’s house is after she and Akaashi attend bokuto’s funeral and akaashi goes with her because he knows that she can’t handle being alone right now. Yn takes a deep breath as she unlocks the front door and she takes a step inside the house. Instantly as she walks inside she is met by the memories that she shared with bokuto, the moments they shared together that she is finding hard to face. The late night movie marathons, the cookie competition they had in the kitchen, and the moments of pure adoration and intimacy that she could never get back. “Are you okay”? Akaashi asks, walking up to stand beside her and he rubs her shoulder. Yn nods and she rubs at her eyes as she takes a deep breath. “Yeah i think i'll be fine but i'm going to need a minute Keiji”. “Of course take all the time you need,'' he says. Yn walks down the hall of the now oh so quiet house and something feels like it is telling her to open the hallway closet. Yn opens the door to the closet and a large box falls to the ground in front of her and lands at her feet. Curiously, she bends down on her knees to see what the box is as she had never seen this box before. “I heard a loud noise, are you okay yn,” akaashi asks, walking down the hall and over to her. Yn nods and tears well up in her eyes as she opens the large box to find a giant scrapbook with the title our lifetime of memories written across the front. Yn opens the cover and the first page makes her gasp as it's a note to her from bokuto. Hey yn i made this scrapbook for us to keep our memories in. Each time I take a picture of us I'm adding it to this book so here is to all of the memories we have made and here is to all of the ones awaiting us in the future. Yours forever and for always your sunshine, Koutarou.

She flips the page of the scrapbook and she is met with a picture of her, bokuto, and akaashi in high school when they first met and akaashi introduced her to bokuto and that is when she had started to develop a crush on him so the memory filled her with a lot of overwhelming emotions. She sniffled as she flipped through the pages of the scrapbook seeing so many memories unfold before her, some she remembered with distinct and perfect clarity while others she remembered only when she saw the photo laid out in front of her. One of the final pictures in the scrapbook was of the one that they took at their wedding at the courthouse and that was shortly before bokuto was admitted to the hospital. “Are you going to be okay”? Akaashi asks, sitting beside her on the floor of the hall. Yn nods as she rubs at the mascara that is running down her cheeks. “I think so Keiji, koutarou told me to find happiness but it may take me a while before i'm ready to date again if I am ever ready at all”. “Of course”, akaashi says as gets up out of the floor and he pulls yn up as well. “I'm sure bokuto will understand if you don't move on right away”.

Suddenly Yn feels a draft of wind around her in the hall. “It's okay Yn, I'll always be right beside you and I'll always be your guardian angel, so take all of the time you need you have a lifetime to find happiness again” an invisible voice says from behind her. Yn gasps and she looks around herself quickly. “Are you okay, '' Akaashi asks, looking at her with worry in his eyes. “I thought I heard a voice say that they would be my guardian angel Keiji, who do you think that it could have been?” she says with tears in her eyes. “Do you think it could have been him”? Akaashi smiles sadly at her. “What is it” yn asks him. “That's the same thing bokuto told me he would do for you when he first learned he was getting sick, he said that when he died he would vow to be your guardian angel and he said that he would watch over you to make sure that you were okay”. “Do you think that he could actually be here with us,” yn asks. Akaashi shrugs as he crosses his arms and a sad smile crosses his face. “Who knows yn, people always say that your loved ones never leave you and that they are never truly gone, and I'm sure that bokuto will be by your side I guarantee it”.

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Forbidden Witch (2/?)

Pairing: Charles Brandon X Female Reader

Warning: Fantasy. Language. Forbidden Love. Tell me if I miss something.

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Riding for a few minutes, the boy was fun, he had many stories but I was grateful when he stopped chattering. I think this adventure exhausted him.

We arrived in Aluma and it was not difficult to find the castle, in a short time, we were well in freight for the construction. Aretuza was a beautiful place, but I had never seen such a magnificent castle, it was big, people were probably lost there. I approached the entrance and came across three soldiers, who immediately aimed the spears at me.

"Stop! Who's coming over there?"

I looked at them alerting them to stay quiet and I got off the horse slowly, the little prince was already asleep and I didn't want to find him. I think almost turning into monster food was a great experience, he needed to rest.

"Tsc-tsc. I don't think that's how you supposed to treat a lady. Especially when she saved and is in charge of the safety of her future king."

One of them approached to look closely and then looked at the others.

"Go, fast! Let your majesties know, Prince Eric has been found."

One of them ran inside the door, faster than a fox and I, even with the little boy, still had to wait outside. I looked at the blondie, and he slept soundly, hugging my Atlas, as if je were the most comfortable of the mattresses. Which is probably something he must have. Based on the aesthetics of the Castle, they must have everything from the good and the best, and even more.

"Eric! My little warrior!"

A voice, clearly desperate, screamed and, faster than her guard, the queen approached. A beautiful lady, blonde, thin but with curves, a beautiful green dress with gold details that matched with her hazel eyes and, of course, a simple but remarkable crown with rubies on the top of her head.

She approached me and the little boy, affectionately touching her face and then brushing her hair with her fingers. Her features were clear, pure happiness, relief and tears that I think, have been there since the little boy ran away. Eric woke up quickly with his mother touch and smiled softly, still tired.

She grabbed the boy, without caring about his soaked clothes, giving him a giant bear hug while sobbing.

"Oh my little prince, why? You know how worried your Mom is when you run away like that."

She said now looking at him with teary red eyes. I have to admit I felt bad for her.

"I think I'll have to put soldiers in to watch you again"

Again? Yeah, he didn't lie, and by the nickname "little warrior", I think he was really a little adventurer and a big runaway kid.

"Mom, I'm sorry and I'm fine. The witch saved me. Without her, I would be monster dinner right now."

Said the little troublemaker and after the brief moment of mother and son, the queen noticed me, gave a big smile and I bowed in respect, but she soon shook her head and held my hand.

"You, my young lady, no need to bow. You saved my son, my greatest treasure, you don't know how grateful I am. What's your name?"

I didn't knew exactly what to say. I looked at Eric and he just smiled comforting me.

"Oh.. your majesty.. I'm Cassandra, Cassandra of Boudicca.. and I just.. I just did what any sensible person would do."

"One way or another, me and your majesty, the king, we are very grateful, and by the way the king would love to meet you."

Meet me? Oh Lord, I can't say no to a queen, right? She's being so sweet with me but I'm even dressed properly to meet a king?

"My queen.. I.. well.."

"No no, I'll be offended if you refuse"

I sighed and nodded. The soldiers led the way and the queen took me into the huge castle, holding my right hand and with her son by the side, but within minutes he ran into a room with large wooden doors, apparently the throne room.

I thought we would get in there but the queen is still walking and I had no choice but to follow. We arrived at a door, it was opened and it was a beautiful room, with a huge bed that would probably fit three people, a nice balcony, a dressing table, a shelf with some books. The queen took me to the room on, had a huge mirror, a beautiful bathtub, prepared with some foam and next to it, a black girl with a simple dress, braided hair and a beautiful smile.

"This is Juliette, one of my chaperones, she's a wonderful lady, she will help you bathe and get ready."

The lady Juliette bowed at me and I looked surprised at the queen.

"Your majesty, that's not necessary, I.."

She cutted me before I could say something more.

"Darling, you can call me Madeline and maybe it's not necessary but I asked my man to treat your beautiful horse and I think you need too, besides.."

She grabbed a little cloth and gently rubbed under my nose wiping it. Something a mother would do. And I saw a little of blood when she pull away the cloth. Fire spells always consume a lot of my strength, occasionally, my nose would start bleeding and on the worst situation, I would pass out.

"..You look very exhausted, please, let my lady help you.."

Alright, maybe I need it and won't hurt, right?

I nodded causing the Queen and her lady to smile widely at me.

"Huh.. At least, lady Juliette, can she let me take care of my bath? By myself, please? I don't want to be disrespectful to your kindly, but I'm not used to undressing in front of anyone."

The queen smiled softly and nodded at Juliette and soon, she were our of bathroom.

"Darlin, one question. What's your favorite color?"

"Black!?"

I answered a little confused and she left me alone in the bathroom. I undressed and went into the warm water.

I would not feel comfortable naked in someone's presence, at all, even if I were a man.. I imagine that some people think I can be experient, I admit that I have a beautiful body, at least I think that I'm beautiful, attracts many masculine looks, I have been courted but always by men who saw me with a piece of meat or out of curiosity to know what spell a witch knows how to do between four walls. Pathetic.

The truth is that I have never been with a man, I have never fallen in love. When I was younger, I used to imagine what my future husband would be like. I imagined your details, I remember everything I liked.. He would be a tall man, defined body, fair, strong, sweet, romantic, noble, fair skin, blue eyes like the sky in a spring morning, dark hair like the night, short or maybe curly, lips chubby that would always leave me wanting more, hands that when..

Oh my God, stop Cassandra, you're not a teen anymore.. and it's not going to happen.

I blew away those stupid thoughts and got up from bathtub, grabbed a towel and wrapped around my body. When i arrived on room, I meet Lady Juliette, holding a box and next to her, on the bed, a simple, but for my eyes, a really gorgeous black dress.

"Oh my God, that's..?"

Lady Juliette laughed softly and opened the box, revealing a necklace.

"The queen want you to wear this for tonight. She thought you would like the style and it's also a gift for saving her son"

I don't wanted to sounds dramatic but it's beautiful, the dress, the necklace. I grabbed the dress and ran back to bathroom to get dressed. I admired myself on the mirror for a second and quickly, Juliette was behind me, helping me with the necklace.

"By your smile, I see you approved. The queen will love to know. Your majesties await for you on the throne room, I'll lead the way."

I nodded and followed Juliette to the throne room

Charles Brandon POV

Another beautiful morning. I woke up and rubbed my eyes, yawned getting up and wearing a shirt. I went to the window, opened the curtains and let the sunlight in. Oh, fresh air. Honestly, I could not have chosen a better place to be my home, in freight to a beautiful and immense river, around the splendid nature, far from the city, that noise makes me crazy, horses running, people screaming, songs out of tune, poor people begging for help and old "relationships" knocking on my door. That's peace right here.

I looked to the side. Seeing my wife, Phoebe and my little princess, my daughter Mackenzie. Christ, she is growing up so fast, she is only six years old now but she is a very smart little girl, loves to read, write and draw. She is the most special thing in the world for me.

I remember when Phoebe told me she was pregnant, four weeks after our wedding. I have always been a man who lives in the present, the now. But at that moment, I cared about the future, about me, about being a better man, something I never was and my wife suffered a lot from it, she would pretend to don't mind sleeping all alone almost every night, pretended not see me arriving late, often drunk, lipstick and sweat on my skin. Today I don't like to talk but, loyalty was never on my list of tasks, not before Phoebe give me someone so innocent, so sweet and pure, someone who depended on me. There's a Charles Brandon before Mackenzie, and another Charles Brandon after Mackenzie, and long before that, long before I met Phoebe, I was just a farmer's son.

How do I become Duke? Well, I was always in love with horses and swords, my father died when I was little and my mother was a queen's lady. I practically lived in the castle because of my mother's work, and this work, gave me a chance to see the soldiers training, fighting, riding, I just loved it and the captain ended up realizing my admiration, despite my young age, I became a helper, simply started carrying things, gave a little help with the horses. My dedication took me far, in a short time I cleaned the armor and then I was sharpening and testing the swords and when I really became a man, after my mother died of natural causes, with the blessing of King Edward, I became knights, soldier, one of the best.

Going to war was incredible for me, it seems sick but I liked to cut off heads, tear apart, see blood and defend the kingdom that treated me like a son. King Edward had a best friend, a king from a distant continent. King Alexander. On one of his visits, there was a feast, and that's when we met. That same night, there was an ambush in the castle and unfortunately, the king in which I served since I was a child, was murdered, as well as several soldiers, I remained standing, even injured and saved King Alexander.

After all that, King Edward gave me a lot of support. He knew it was a big loss for me, I lost a lot of friends and he knew that King Alexander was almost like a father to me. He knew of my dedication and love for the royal guard, for being a soldier and he invited me to be part of his soldiers. I was reluctant but after thinking a lot, I really had nothing else, nothing to lose so, the next day, I am already on my way to Aluma, his kingdom. There I met his wife, he told me they were trying to have a baby, they hoped it was a boy, an heir, I honestly, I always thought it was bullshit but I wouldn't say that, I was treated like a son.

For a few years, I exercised my place in the royal guard, I became a captain, and of course, the title attracted several lovers. Redheads, brunettes, blondes, fair skin, black skin, a whole meal full of colors and tastes.. each dawn I got up from a different bed, and "finally", I met Phoebe, a young lady, from a noble family. At first, it was just a carnal thing but it ended up becoming a passion, and soon, we were married. Being a captain, having a wife and being a party boy. My favorite things in life, but they were colliding. Phoebe suffered from wondering if I would return alive from a battle and the other night, she slept alone while I had fun with some harlot. It got to the point where I realized that it couldn't be like that anymore, I had affection for the woman who woke up more than I want in me, so I made the decision to relinquish my post as captain of the royal guard. King Alexander tried to insist that I stay, it's true that we ended up becoming great friends but he ended up understanding my decision.

As a thank you for years of loyalty to him and his best friend, he gave me a title and his best builders would build my home, wherever I wanted. I chose, Sullfolk, a beautiful continent, full of nature. I became Charles Brandon, the Duke of Sullfolk.

"Daddy?"

I leave my daydreams of the past, hearing that sweet voice of my dear Mackenzie. I looked at the bed and saw her with a sleepy face and a smile in my direction. I walked over, sitting next to her on the bed and placing a kiss on her messy hair.

"Good morning, sunshine. how did my little princess sleep?"

"Good daddy, are we traveling today, right?"

I laughed softly nodding at her. Since King Alexander sent a letter, inviting me and my family to Aluma, my little Mackenzie is not holding on to happiness, she would ask me every night, "When are we going? It's closer daddy?".

It would be her first trip, she would know the place of my stories that she loved to hear. It would be a visit, it had been a few years since Alexandre and I had seen each other and he said he would prepare a banquet, talk about the old days, it would be fun for my family, a chance for Mackenzie to know a new place and Phoebe would review the place where he was born. In fact, we were all in stasis.

"I'll get ready and tell our servants to put our breakfast. Wake up your mother and meet me in the dining room. After we eat, we go to the road."

She smiled widely causing me the same action of affection and I left the room.

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barnesandrogersfanfics · 4 years

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Ocean Eyes - Part 10

A/N- Another update??? What is going on??! hope you all enjoy this part 💕 Please like/share/reblog.

Within days of being back home from our weekend at Chris's the lockdown was announced and I spent a day packing up some of mine and Masons belongings that we might need while staying with Chris. While i was feeling very nervous about having to spend this time with Chris, Mason was over the moon! He was so excited that we had to go stay with Chris and Dodger.

Chris arrived early with Scott and they loaded our things into Chris's car.

"This is gonna be so much fun!" Scott said happily.

"Are you staying at Chris's too?"

"I am!"

"Oh god that means you're gonna be trying to get me drunk!"

"Well duh!" He laughed shrugging like it should have been a given.

"God help me you two are gonna be trouble" Chris said shaking his head as he helped Mason into his carseat.

"You knew what you were getting yourself into".

While Chris and Scott started bickering i turned and saw Brian coming out of his house, he stood and watched us and then started to walk towards us.

"Oh shit.... quick lets go, Brians coming over!"

"This guy!" Chris said through gritted teeth shaking his head and looking a little pissed off.

"Morning neighbour!" Brian called out, i turned and gave a quick wave.

"You and Mason leaving?"

"Yep, we're gonna ride this out with family" i nodded and felt Chris wrap his arm around my waist and pull me closer to him.

"Come on sweetheart we should go"

"Yeah sure, take care Brian"

"Wait, you look so familiar...." Brian suddenly said looking more closely at Chris "where have i seen you before?"

"I just have one of those faces, i get that a lot" Chris shrugged casually opening my door for me.

"Yeah maybe..... hey Y/N, i was thinking after this lockdown is over maybe you and i can get dinner...."

Was he serious right now??

"Dude really??!....." Chris snapped looking at Brian shaking his head.

"What?"

Chris closed my door and stood towering over Brian as they exchanged words i could no longer hear. Chris was soon strutting round to the driver side of the car while Brian stood there looking pissed. I turned to look at Chris as he got into the car, he was fuming. He started the car and pulled away onto the road, his grip on the steering wheel so tight his knuckles went white.

"Hey, you okay?" I asked him quietly.

"I will be knowing you and Mason are away from that creep"

"What did you say to him?"

"We'll talk about it later, i don't want Mace to hear"

"Okay, but can you please try and calm down....."

"Im Fine"

"Tell your face that, plus you're kinda white knuckling the steering wheel there....."

"Sorry.... sorry. Im fine really...." he loosened his grip and gave me a tight lipped smile.

"Always so protective" Scott chuckled from the back seat earning him a glare in the rear view mirror.

"Scott i swear to god...."

"Come on boys behave, this lockdown hasn't even started yet and you're bickering"

"You sure you don't wanna go stay with Ma....." Chris muttered at Scott making us all laugh.

The first week of lockdown quickly passed, there was no news on when the lockdown would let up so we were all just enjoying our time together.....It was just like old times. I called my mom and Hannah everyday just to check in and have some female conversation but other than that it was just me and the Evan's boys in our little quarantine bubble.

I was in the kitchen making breakfast when Chris walked in sporting a new haircut..... the buzzcut was back!

"Wow...... you've shaved your hair...."

"Yeah" he run his hand over his head blushing a little "fancied a change, its been a long time since i can just cut my hair when i want"

"Right, Marvel owned it before"

"No...."

"You know i'm right" i shrugged "i always did like the buzzcut look though"

"Yeah i remember....." he smirked.

"Morning family!" Scott said loudly walking into the kitchen "What happened to your hair??"

"Fancied a change, plus now i haven't gotta worry about my hair everyday"

"You know that actually sounds kinda smart..... have you seen my bed head??"

"Kinda hard to miss Scotty" i snickered behind my hand looking at his hair that was sticking up left, right and centre.

"Maybe i should do it too"

"And me!" Mason said smiling big at us "i want hair like dads too!"

"Oh my god Chris what have you started..."

"Sorry...."

"No its fine, its only hair. It'll grow back right.... i guess now is as good a time as any for a haircut".

After breakfast Chris took Mason for his hair cut while i showered and dressed for the day. The next time i saw them all three were sporting buzzcuts and i had to admit it was very cute!

"Let me get a photo of you three, this is just too cute to pass up" i smiled grabbing my phone. I snapped a few photo's and forwarded them to Chris and Scott before setting one as my lock screen and slipping my phone back into my pocket.

"Oh my god i love this.... i'm gonna get this blown up and framed on my wall" Chris smiled looking at the photo.

"Let me get one of you three" Scott jumped up and pulled me towards the sofa where Chris and Mason still sat.

"Oh.... we dont have to do that....."

"Come on, it'll be nice to have at least one photo of the three of us" Chris said looking up at me with those damn ocean eyes of his that always made me week.

"Okay, sure" i nodded taking the seat next to Mason.

"Move in a bit closer....." Scott said trying to get us all in frame, we both leaned in closer to Mason and smiled while Scott took the photo.

"Oh i'm good..... this is great you guys" Scott said before both our phones were receiving photo's from Scott. I couldn't help the smile on my face when i saw how lovely the photo had come out.

"Okay you did good, i love this"

"This ones going up too by the way" Chris looked at me with a huge smile.

"You don't have to do that...."

"You kidding me? I want to"

"Fair enough, its your house. I just don't think your girlfriend will appreciate it much".

"Okay..... who wants lunch??" Scott asked loudly interrupting, it had suddenly got a bit awkward at the mention of Lindsey so i just got up quickly and followed Scott into the kitchen.

Once Mason was in bed for the night the alcohol came out. We watched some old movie (that Chris found hilarious) played some card games which somehow led to childish drinking games and before we knew it we were all pretty wasted!

"Right you guys i'm going to bed, i physically can not drink anymore" Scott said getting to his feet and stumbling making Chris and I laugh.

"Dude you're such a lightweight" Chris rolled his eyes at his brother.

"Shut up. Goodnight.... love you both"

"Night Scotty, love you" i smiled up at him from where i was laying on sofa.

"Night bro, love ya".

Chris and I sat in silence for a few minutes, just the sounds on the TV playing in the background.

"You want another beer?" He asked getting up from the armchair he had been occupying all night.

"Sure, i'll have one more before bed".

While Chris went to grab the beers i sat and reached for my phone to make sure i hadn't missed any messages from my mom or Hannah. There was a photo from Hannah that made me laugh just as Chris walked back in with the beers.

"Hannah just sent me this photo..." i said to him turning my phone to show him a photo of Lucas who now had a buzzcut.

"Haha! Oh god i really started something didn't i?" He laughed looking a bit guilty.

"I sent her a photo of Mason's new haircut earlier, she said Lucas wouldn't shut up about wanting the same.... looks like he got his way"

"You gotta admit it looks cute though?"

"Yeah okay i'll give you that. Mason is like your little mini me, even more so than usual"

"He’s just missing the beard"

"I think we've still got some time until that happens" i laughed "you definitely have strong genes Evans.....that boy literally inherited none of my looks"

"No but he's got your attitude and sass"

"Hey!"

"Im kidding.... mostly"

"Ass" i muttered shaking my head at him before taking a mouthful of my beer.

"He might look like me but his personality is all you sweetheart... he's an amazing kid"

"Yeah he is, id be lost without him"

"I kinda love having you both here" Chris added avoiding eye contact with me.

"Its been nice, just remember its not permanent...."

"I know, i know" he nodded quickly "you know when i came in and saw you laughing at your phone, my first thought was that it might've been Derek.... i hate that guy and i don't even know him" he scoffed "how sad is that?"

"Chris....."

"I know, its none of my business who you date or whatever"

"You're right it is none of your business. But just for the record, there's nothing going on with Derek, we were gonna go for dinner before this lockdown stuff but i haven't spoken to him since"

"Oh...."

"Can i ask you something?" I turned to face him, he looked up and nodded finally looking at me.

"Why isn't Lindsey here?"

"What?...."

"Why isn't Lindsey staying with you? I mean you guys are obviously serious if you came looking for that divorce but she isn't here....."

Chris looked away again coughing to clear his throat.... was he nervous??

"Lindsey isn't here because i ended it"

"What?... when?"

"When i found out i had a son. When i saw you again and realised anything i thought i felt for her was a lie"

"Are you fucking with me right now?"

"No. Im just being honest. Y/N, i know i fucked up when i ended things with us.... it was the biggest mistake of my life and i regret it everyday.... but i never stopped loving you. Not for one god damn second...."

I suddenly felt very sober, my heart pounding in my chest.

“You’re just saying this because you’ve had too much to drink...” i muttered shaking my head.

“You’re probably right, doesn’t mean its not true. Ive just been keeping it to myself” Chris suddenly got up and came to sit next me taking hold of my hand “i know my timings sucks but i just needed you to know..... and i just need to know if there is any chance at all that you’d give me another chance.....”

“Chris i really don’t think now is a good time to talk about this.... we’ve both had too much to drink..... if you’re serious about this i think we need to have this conversation sober”

“But you’re willing to have that conversation?”

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow” i nodded pulling my hand free and standing up “i’m gonna go to bed.... goodnight”.

I had to put some distance between us before i did something id regret in the morning.

It was safe to say i wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight.

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getitinbusan · 4 years

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Eat • Sleep • Game

A little angst, a little fluff, a lot of smut if you reblog for a part two.

Dedicated to everyone missing the Toronto Show today, see you soon ☹️💜

It had been exactly 1 year and 45 days since you'd fallen head over heels in love with Jungkook. You know this because it was your second day of work at the game store when he came rushing through its door.

He had broken his game controller and needed one ASAP before his Overwatch team kicked him off. It was a brief first meeting but he'd come in at least once a week since then.

Inviting you to join his team, your friend circle expanded and his roommate Jimin had become your closest confidant. Unlike Jungkook, it had only taken Jimin a few weeks to realize how hard you were crushing on his friend.

Jimin was rummaging through the fridge while balancing his phone between his ear and shoulder. Nodding in Jungkook's direction he kept talking.

"You should definitely wear something really sexy…. I'll ask. JK, Y/N wants to know if you're coming out tonight?"

Setting his Banana Milk down a smile crept up to his eyes. He'd been crushing on you forever and had finally decided maybe he should make a move.

You'd be there, wearing something sexy AND you were asking about him?

"Yeah, I'll come," he tried to sound casual about it.

Jimin didn't have to relay the message, you were listening eagerly to hear his answer from the other end.

"He's really coming?

You sighed, "That just means I'm going to walk around pining for him all night. God I love him Jimin"

He laughed at your desperation, "It's going to happen sooner or later, believe me it is mutual."

Jungkook had gone back to his game but intentionally left the headset off one ear. Listening in, he was trying to piece together your side of the conversation. What? What was mutual?

"I thought that a year ago, how does he not know Jimin? How can I make it any easier? Do I need to just outright say it to him?"

He put on a seductive voice, "I've wanted to fuck you for the past year and if you make me wait a second longer I'm going to die."

Jungkook listened on, was Jimin really hitting on you like that? He never discussed his feelings for you with him but he thought it was obvious. His cheeks grew red and heated as the thought of you and Jimin together boiled in his blood.

"Alright I'll see you soon, come up and we'll have drinks before we go."

Hanging up he turned to Jungkook, "I'm grabbing a shower, I have a feeling tonight's going to get crazy."

Knocking on the apartment door you let out a huge breath, "here goes nothing."

You'd spent the day talking yourself into finally telling him how you felt.

Jimin opened the door, "Shit Y/N, look at you!" he playfully copped a feel of your ass.

"Hey Guk!"

Now or never, you walked behind him and put your hand on his shoulder. "How's the game?"

He was distracted, your breasts were right behind his head as you leaned in to watch him play. Your fingers dug in massaging his muscles. His cock was getting hard thinking about how good your grip would feel around it.

"Watch behind you!"

Brought back to reality you'd snapped him out of his fantasy.

"It's a shame you're going to have to quit, we should leave soon."

Jimin came out of the kitchen and handed you a beer, "I'm getting you so drunk tonight."

He set one down in front of Jungkook, "Pre game my friend."

"About that...I think I'll just stay home..I'm kind of on a winning streak."

You pulled your hand away from him in disappointment, all hope lost. Jimin could see you were visibly upset.

"Let's go to my room Y/N, we wouldn't want to distract Jungkook from his game.

"What the fuck is his problem all of the sudden?"

He pouted at you and kissed your forehead, "His loss sweetheart."

The Uber showed up about four drinks in. Jimin was already out the door when you turned to look at Jungkook. His gaze was fixed on you but he quickly turned back to the screen as not to be caught.

"Are you sure you don't want to come...I was kind of looking forward to hanging out with you?"

He stuck his tongue into the side of his cheek, "I'm sure Jimin will show you a good time."

Pulling the door tight behind you Jimin grabbed your hand, "Fuck him, let's go."

The club was packed. It was too loud, too hot and Jimin had abandoned you long ago to find a conquest.

The drink in your hand was empty but the lineup to get another was three deep. Your will to have fun had been left back at the apartment so here you stood, miserable.

Declaring the night a total waste you walked around looking for Jimin.

You tapped his shoulder until he stopped his makeout session, "I think I'm just going to leave Jimin."

"Why aren't you in the corner getting fingered by some hot guy?"

"It must be because I'm so pathetic that nobodies even attempted to talk to me tonight."

You tried to hold back your tears, no crying in the club right?

"Go," you motioned to the dance floor. "Have fun, she's waiting for you."

"I'm not letting you go home, not like this."

He hugged you tightly, "Take my key and go over there and tell him how you feel."

"Jimin, I'm tired of putting myself out there for rejection."

"Baby, this crush has been going on far too long, you need to find out for sure. You are way too amazing to not have a boyfriend."

You kissed his cheek, "okay I'm going to do it."

His imagination was going wild. He couldn't concentrate on his game and his teammates just kept yelling at him.

He was sure you'd be grinding all over each other, Jimin's stupid puffy lips getting to kiss you.

All the girls went for Jimin, he was just so confident. He decided a couple of loops around the city on his bike and a Ramen stop would help.

Unlocking the door you expected to see him gaming in the living room but the apartment was quiet.

Moving up the hall you knocked lightly at his door, "Kookie, can I talk to you?"

Opening the door a crack you peeked in, empty. Of course he went out, you'd finally mustered your courage to tell him and he was probably eating Ramen somewhere.

Fuck it, it was happening tonight. He'd have to come home sooner or later and you'd be here waiting in his bed when he did.

It was late, he didn't feel any better.

Putting on a movie he shut off all the lights and sprawled out on the couch. He wasn't going to be able to sleep until he knew if you were coming home with his roommate.

He must have dozed, the sound of muffled giggles waking him up.

"Shhh, we need to keep it down," kissing, loud kissing more giggles.

"Let's go to my room."

He looked at the clock, 4am. Fuck there was no way he could sleep now. He lit up his monitor and grabbed his headphones.

You stretched out on the bed taking a minute to remember where you were. One smell of the pillow and it all came back. Of course he didn't come home, fate was never on your side.

You opened the door quietly not wanting to wake Jimin. Tiptoeing through the apartment the light from his screen caught your eye, he'd really just been out here playing?

You walked over to stand beside him, was it too late to tell him?

"Hey," you startled him, "Don't you even go to bed anymore?"

He clenched his jaw, "I've been having a really good game."

Here goes…"Jungkook, there's more to life than video games. Sometimes it's nice to enjoy someone's company…"

He shot you a cold look, "I know I could hear you two enjoying each other all night."

His accusation floored you, "And so what if we did?? What the hell do you care Jungkook?"

He went back to his game and you slammed the door.

"What the fuck was that?" Jimin came out of his room in his boxers.

Jungkook stood to get a drink.

"Your loud fucking girlfriend leaving." He pushed him out of the way and Jimin laughed.

"You're jealous? Fuck you're dumber than I thought."

Steering him up the hallway he pointed to the girl passed out in his room. Flinging Jungkook's bedroom door open he pointed out the messed up sheets.

"Did you sleep here last night?"

Puzzled, he fell silent.

"She was in here waiting for you..all night. Maybe if you weren't so balls deep in overwatch you'd get laid once in a while."

The knock was so light you almost missed it. Track pants, t-shirt, messy bun and bare feet you padded across the room to answer it.

Looking through the peephole Jungkook stood on the other side.

You opened the door without a word or smile. "Can I come in?"

You opened it wide and walked away.

Plopping down on your bean bag chair you picked up your game controller and proceeded to ignore him.

"Can I play?"

You shrugged and threw the other controller at him.

He sat on the floor next to you and set himself up. "Can we talk about last night?"

"Sure what part? The part where you brushed our plans off or the part where you accused me of fucking Jimin?"

Taking aim you fired…

"Y/N, What the fuck? We're on the same team."

He grunted in frustration, "The part where you slept in my bed."

You turned and shot him again.

"Sorry, I just needed a place to crash."

You moved on with your mission.

Recouping he found you in his cross hairs and pulled the trigger.

"Can we just stop playing games?"

You threw your controller down.

"Fine what the fuck do you want me to say? That I like you? That it fucking hurts to know you prefer to interact with me through a god damn screen?"

He reached over and shut off the console.

"Move over."

"Jungkook, there is hardly room for two."

He pressed his body onto yours laying you back on the pliant chair. Staring into your eyes before pressing his lips to yours he smiled, "I like you too."

"This is never going to work you know, we're both way too stubborn." He cut you off with another kiss.

"I don't know, I think we make a pretty good team, at least when you're not shooting me."

You wrapped your legs around him tightly feeling him hard against you.

"Video games are kind of our thing, what else are we going to do for fun?"

"Hang on tight." He stood with you still wrapped around him.

"We're going to try a new thing. Where's your bedroom?

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80s-roger · 4 years

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Flirty & Insistent

Pairing: 70s!Roger Taylor x Fem!Reader

note: female reader's ethnicity will not affect the person who reads it. She's just greek and she already has a name but the POV will be in second person.

also, i won’t post smuts/series as often as i did until next month, due to uni’s exams period. but i’ll reblog and stuff, u kno. I’ll work in the meanwhile your requests xx love you all

ps i worked hard on this one, i hope you like it as much as i did. feedback will be massively appreciated.

requested by anonymous:

"Plss write something smutty about roger being a massive flirt and being soo cheeky the reader(after trying acting indifferent and unimpressed) eventually gives in to the temptation of letting him have his way with her?? 💕💕 "

masterlist // dialogue prompts

summary: you left your country a decade ago to study in the UK and after graduating you established in Mallorca, Spain to work as a mixologist. That summer night, you're working for a party arranged by Queen's management to celebrate their "A Day At The Races" era success. The blonde drummer notices you fixing drinks with confidence and doesn't lose the chance to flirt with you. He's just trying too hard because you play it uninterested until he has his way with you.

word count: 3,933

warnings: surface sex, slow burn (becauase they were talking a lot before, idk if it really is a slow burn tho)

A huge party was taking place in Mallorca, with the famous rock band Queen being the main guests of the event. You were one of the bartenders so all you had to do that night was fixing drinks for every person until they'd be shitfaced. The preparations were ready: the event was hosted at the beachside, opposite the calm waves and the golden sand. The sunset was magical to stare at, ready to welcome the bright moon. You had a moment to appreciate it before guests would come at any moment. It was the only thing that reminded you of your ex without feeling angsty about it; you gotta admit you didn't break up with good terms. It was toxic, yet heartbreaking. You loved that man but he left after cheating on you. It's been half a year and you needed to give yourself a break from dating and making out regardless of how social your job is and how much flirt you've received.

The guests arrived, minute by minute they'd get from fifty to hundred. Many people were coming to your counter to order drinks and cocktails. Beautiful women and attractive men would try to flirt with you but turned them down politely saying while you're working you can't do otherwise so they respected it. All these people were actually invited by Queen, their management and the entire record company. They were all celebrating Queen's "A Day At The Races" success and certainly the band which were yet to be seen until midnight.

You were working your ass for a couple of hours now until the band showed up. You could tell by the huge welcoming. The applause, the cheers and definitely women cajoling over them. Here they were standing in the centre of attention, thanking everyone for supporting them and buying their records. Their music was playing at the stereo and you couldn't prevent yourself from jamming to their songs.

When their speech was over, everyone was free to do what they wanted so your bar counter was full again with people chatting and drinking. You saw the entire fucking band coming to your place, obviously for an order. You tried to stay calm because hands-off, you liked their music and fangirled a lot when you saw them live last year in London with your boyfriend.

"Hello beautiful, can I have some Moet & Chandon, please? I really need to celebrate!" Freddie spoke first, carrying a wide smile on his face.

"Sure." You kindly accepted his offer.

"I'd like the same with Freddie." Brian interrupted when you moved behind to grab the expensive bottle and open it.

"So do I." John added and you nodded to grab three glasses, for now.

"And you?" You turned your gaze to the blonde handsome drummer who was already checking you out, focusing especially on your face.

"What do you suggest?" He asked with his eyes being totally flirty.

"Ah, darling, just give us the bottle. Roger is kind of undecided when it comes to drinks." Freddie felt the weird vibe growing between Roger and you. John and Brian giggled, looking whether at Roger or you.

"Eh, our waiter will do it for you. Just sit at your table and he'll take care of you." You kindly warned and he laughed.

"Oh, alright then love. We'll wait for our bottle." He laughed and left with his bandmates, leaving Roger and you alone.

"So? What do you suggest?" Roger turned his gaze back at your eyes.

"What do you feel like drinking? Something sweet, strong, alcohol-free?" You asked trying to help him but he was certainly not trying to find what to drink. He was clearly trying to flirt with you.

"Something to keep me up all night, I guess. But don't make me feel dizzy." He put on a crooked smile and hell, he was attractive as fuck. He knew how to play.

"Right, how does a mojito sound?" You recommended.

"Sounds nice and local." He smiled and you turned around to grab the ingredients. "Are you local? 'Cause your accent doesn't sound British to me." He asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Eh no, I am from the Mediterranean area though." You laughed after turning again to him.

"Italian?" He guessed.

"Greek." You answered.

"Oh, I've been to Greece twice." He started.

"Really? When?" You turned your gaze surprised. You had no idea he has come to Greece for holidays.

"Two years ago I was with my ex-girlfriend, in Santorini. The sunset there is amazing. And the next year I went with John and Brian to Crete. We needed a dose of some Mycenaean civilisation. Thankfully we weren't noticed by fans or anyone else. We were clearly there for tourism." He explained. You were impressed he's seen your country, visited two of the many islands your country has.

"Well, we had some political issues when you guys came to Greece. We were recovering from the junta and had some important historical issues by the end of 1974 so I doubt they'd run behind you, no offence." You laughed while fixing his drink.

"Oh, that's bad. But I understand. How come you're here in Mallorca being a bartender?" He asked and leaned closer to you. There was a nice conversation going on.

"Before junta ruled my country, I was sent to England to study because my parents thought I would be privileged. Now you see me in Mallorca because I work here and besides, I wanted to live somewhere that reminds me of Greece. Studying abroad has the privilege of learning a new culture, a new way of life and so on. Which is so wrong for the locals back home." You explained and cut a slice of lemon before having it ready for him.

"Wait, by saying it's wrong, you mean that..." his brain stopped working for a second trying to understand what you meant.

"Patriarchy is the keyword. They want women to get married at 18 and start a family. But obviously, women have to stay home." You were triggered at your words and internally thanked your parents for giving you the chance to go abroad.

"Cheers to your parents then. I wouldn't get the chance to meet you tonight." He was impressed by your short storytime. "How do I say bottoms up in Greek?" He laughed after you placed him his drink.

"It's pronounced áspro páto." You smiled after saying a Greek word. It must have been a year since you last spoke Greek. You haven't visited Greece for a long time. You found yourself in Mallorca. It's spiritually free and not restricting.

"So, I haven't asked you yet. What's your name?" Roger asked after drinking. He made an oddly satisfying grimace which meant he liked your drink.

"Oh, it's Ellen." You answered. His gaze was literally focused on you the entire time. He wouldn't give up this easy.

"So Ellen, make yourself a drink. It's a treat for you." He offered and you kindly accepted. It's not bad, you've been offered many times. Besides, you needed a drink to stay energised.

"Thank you, Mr Taylor." You thanked him and then his smile vanished.

"If you want us to be in good terms, it's gonna be Roger." His hand was warning you.

"Thank you, Roger." You slightly smiled. "It's just that..." you stopped and checked around if your boss is nearby. "We are obliged to speak to our guests in plural." You whispered and he nodded. Possibly understood the situation.

"So what are you doing later?" He asked after swallowing a sip of his mojito.

"We're cleaning the mess and we're heading homes." You said after drinking a shot. A treated drink.

"I'm not talking about your colleagues. I'm talking about you." He was straightforward. He was so into you, it was obvious.

"Oh well, I'll clean up the mess and I'm heading home." You changed the point of view trying to cut off his flirty attitude.

"When's that time? Dawn?" He guessed.

"Probably at the morning. It's a Queen party, I doubt people will leave before the sun rises." You rolled your eyes sarcastically.

"So..." he started. "Have you been listening to our music?" He asked.

"Yes, since your first album. It was brilliant for a newly formed band." You said with a huge smile on your face and he appreciated it. He appreciated that you didn't fangirl in front of him, having that humble and uninterested attitude. He liked feeling like a predator trying to catch his bait.

"What's your favourite song of A Day At The Races?" He asked. He likes talking to people about his music.

"Definitely Somebody To Love." You affirmed, feeling passionate about your answer, that it seemed you could relate your existence to this song.

"Oh, it's a band's fave too. Well, you relate to this song, don't you?" He asked and his body was closer to yours. The counter was the only thing beside you.

"I guess I do." You looked down for a moment, thinking of your ex but his hand touched your jaw trying to lift you up. Your eyes were looking into his and this is how you noticed how blue they eventually are. An ocean.

"Is it about a guy? I'm sure he doesn't deserve you." He tried to cheer you up with his soft smile.

"It's not that. It's..." you sighed. "Well, this is getting too personal." You pulled back trying to stop the situation. But he wouldn't abandon his try.

"Do you have any specific lyric of the song you relate the most?" He asked.

"Yes, there is that one: I've spent all my years in believing you but I just can't get no relief, Lord." You kind of explained the situation within a couple of lyrics. "He cheated on me. He had the audacity of saying it to my face and left without looking back or apologising." You nearly tore but tried to keep it for yourself. This is getting too personal and you're opening your heart to a stranger that you feel comfortable with. Maybe because you've been listening to him and his bandmates for years and you've seen him live too.

"You know..." he looked down for a second trying to find the words. "At least he was honest. He could keep you for his entertainment if things didn't work with the girl he possibly slept with." He tried to wake you, but he was right.

"I don't even know how long he was cheating on me. However, I did notice a weird behaviour in the last couple of months we were together." You answered.

"Be happy that you're not with him anymore. He took your love for granted. This is not how it works." He said with his eyes still focused on yours.

"You know, we once saw you live. Last year." You tried to avoid talking about your ex the entire time.

"Oh! That's great! Did I look nice?" He joked and he gained a laugh from you. That made him feel nice.

"Definitely, you always look nice." You took a moment to check him out. And hell, he looks and smells so nice.

"I'm flattered." He smiled and you pulled back again to do your job. You could see your boss staring at you. That wasn't good.

"You better get going, my boss is supervising us." You said and he got the hint. You were as cold as you could be.

"Sure, will I see you later?" He asked and stood up from his chair, ready to leave.

"No. I'll be too tired by then." You answered and he was saddened by your reply. He thought he had you. His flirting wasn't sufficient. Which means he had to try again.

He left and walked to his bandmates, they were there talking about their success until Roger joined their conversation but it changed as soon as he sat on the sofa next to Brian.

"So, how did it go Rog?" Freddie asked and they were all ready to hear.

"She seems so uninterested and hard to get, I have to try again." He took out one of his cigarettes, ready to smoke and think.

"Ah, your type of girls Roger." Brian laughed. "You like feeling a hunter don't you?" He added.

"Of course I do. But she recently broke up and I reckon she's still into him. How do women's brains work anyway?" He asked, frustrated.

"Oh darling, I don't see her as stuck with her ex as you think she is. She's been avoiding your flirting because she works here." Freddie had a point and John nodded.

"Just wait for her shift to end and make a move. She noticed you were flirting with her." John suggested and they all agreed to it.

"It's gonna take hours. She said it's possible for the party to end after dawn. She also has to clean up with her colleagues." Roger explained and turned his gaze back to you. But you were already looking at him and when you noticed, you turned back to your counter.

"Fine, then do it now," Freddie advised and Roger looked at you considered. "Wait where's she going?" Freddie asked after noticing your figure leaving your position.

"James, would you mind taking my place for a moment? I really need to use the bathroom." You called for your colleague who politely came to your counter.

"Sure, go ahead. I'll be here as long as you need." He smiled and you left for the bathroom to take a very needed pee.

"Shall I go after her?" Roger asked.

"Fucking go!" Freddie pushed Roger to run after you no matter how awkward it would be.

You walked in the staff-only bathroom, rushing to the toilet. After drinking a few shots, you needed to pee like a champion. When you pushed the flusher you unlocked your door and the very first thing you saw, was Roger standing at the wall.

"What the hell are you doing here, get out!" You were shocked by his presence and he wouldn't move.

"This is the only chance I have with you right now. Your boss can't see us." He came closer to you.

"No, but he'll get suspicious!" You tried to pull back until you reached the counter. Now you were sandwiched between Roger and the counter. There was no space between you. His face was coming closer to yours.

"I locked the door in any case." His nose tickled yours and his hands placed you on top of the counter, sitting now and having his bulge, against your area. That feeling is the shit.

"I work here, I can't..." you tried to refuse but the feeling of getting fucked couldn't stop you.

"I can't be in this toilet too, but here I am." His lips touched yours with passion and lust. His arms wrapped your waist and lowered down to your arse, squeezing it gently and your hands moved to his neck and his cheeks, trying to hug most of it. You haven't gotten kissed nor fucked for a long time.

Living on the west side of Europe had given you many opportunities. The situation you're currently now couldn't even be referred to Greek religious people as a joke. They'd freak out and tell you crap like you ashamed your honour, your family and your future husband. Your parents were too open-minded to let you live in West Europe and live your life as you wanted to. You had sex with your boyfriend at nineteen, with no need to be your first wedding night, you wear shorts on summers because you feel like it and now you're having a one night stand with a rockstar of a band you like and it's never gonna be the same anymore. You played it hard-to-get because you felt it was wrong. But it wasn't. It's just one more experience to add to your diary.

"Are you sure you want to do this, here?" He stopped the kiss for a second, to ask for your approval.

"Yes, but let it be fast, or I'll be in trouble." You checked at the door. "Are you certain the door's locked?" You asked.

"Yes, I am. It's just that..." he stopped.

"What?" You were scared he regretted it and he'd leave you like the mess you already are.

"I want to get more of you, but in this counter, I don't have the chance. I'll cope with it." He unbuttoned your suit while your hands tried to unzip his jeans.

"If you stay a little longer in Mallorca, you can get more of me." You winked and he smiled, thinking he has more chances with you.

"Works for me." He whispered and turned to your lips again for a passionate kiss.

He helped you with taking your suit off, now staying on your bra when your hands put his jeans down. "Mind taking your bra off?" He asked while his mouth travelled your neck, giving it soft kisses.

"I'd rather wear it..." you refused taking it off after gaining a lot of insecurities because of your ex-boyfriend. You remember him saying how small your breasts are and with that, no other man can see it. Your A-cups haven't be seen by any other man. Not even by your ex after the second time, you had sex with him.

"As you wish..." he didn't insist and pulled your skirt up, on your waist, with his bulge rubbing against your core and turning you instantly wet. "How long has it been?" He asked after noticing the humidity between your legs with his hand.

"Must be eight months. I'm out of practice." You sighed.

"Don't feel bad about it, I'll do the work. You're already wet for me. I like it." He bit his lower lip and turned to your lips again, for a deep kiss. "God, you are fat-bottomed aren't you?" He smiled between the kiss after squeezing your thighs and your small waist. "I'm starting to have a thing for greek girls." He complimented your body type and that boosted your low confidence level. With a simple move, he placed you against the mirror, taking your thong off your left leg to have clear access inside your wet area. His hand pulled his erected penis out of his black underwear, ready to thrust inside you.

"You better start before I cum untouched." You exhaled and balanced yourself at the counter.

He smirked and trusted inside you, feeling him completely weird inside you, maybe because you haven't had sex for more than half a year. The sensation was amazing and penetration was always the thing that released you from thoughts. His hands squeezed your thighs and each thrust was a try to pull you closer to his pelvis. You couldn't stop breathing heavily. You had to be quiet and so did he. It was a staff-only bathroom and the key was turned horizontally so no-one could break in with a spare key.

"Oh god, this is amazing..." you moaned at every pleasuring wave while your hands played with his blonde hair.

"Fuck, yes, you're so tight and wet for me." He tightened his teeth as he exhaled into your ear.

His thrusts were giving you the orgasm you haven't had for a long time. It was the tension between you, that made it more passionate but fast enough to make you come earlier than you thought. Soft whimperings coming from your mouth sent him the message that you were close enough and so was he. You could tell by his sharp thrusts, getting smoother and sudden. His gaze was focused on your eyes. Your sight was getting blurry and your legs began to shake; it happens when you reach your orgasm and it feels terrific.

"Ah, God..." you moaned and tilted your head behind, where the mirror is. "That was so refreshing." You gasped after wearing your thong again.

"Ain't gonna lie, but this WC shag was the best I had." He laughed and wore his underwear and jeans again.

"I can't make comparisons to it, I've only had two boyfriends in my life and this is my first time fucking a stranger at my workplace's restroom." You buttoned your suit and stood up from the counter to fix yourself.

"Stranger?" He asked confused.

"Stranger, Roger. I mean, I do know you're a rockstar, a member of my favourite band and I've seen you live once but it won't change the fact you're a stranger. I know you as a persona, not as a person. You get it?" You tried to explain how it feels.

"Oh, I see." He nodded. "Will I see you again? I want to know you as a person if you want that too." He suggested.

"Sure." You kissed his cheek gently, letting him take the lead. You wanted him to make the move. "I'll just walk out from the WC first and make sure no one sees you when you get out." You said and walked through the door until someone tried to get in. A knock on the door was heard.

"Ellen, are you still in there?" It was James.

"Yes, I'm coming." You internally panicked and hinted at Roger to hide in the toilet. "Hey James, is everything alright?" You asked after opening the door.

"Yes, I wanted to check on you. You were absent for a quarter. Are you okay? You look like a mess." James liked you for a long period of time but he wasn't your type. He's way too cute for your standards.

"Yeah, I'm fine... I just felt a little dizzy and wanted to wash my face with cold water. I needed it." You lied after checking your face in the mirror. You were red as a tomato.

"Oh, fine then. You should get back to your post. The boss has been looking for you." He pointed outside and you felt really bad about it. Your boss suspects you since the moment you started chatting with the blonde man hiding in the toilet.

"Alright, I'll be back in a minute." You closed the door to his face and rushed to the toilet where Roger was hiding.

"You're a cute little liar, aren't you?" He teased and gave you a little slap on your butt cheek.

"I won't be anymore if my boss finds out." You rushed, trying to leave the toilet.

"How will I reach you?" He asked trying to learn your phone number.

"Just come at my post and I'll hand you a drink." You declared and left the room, heading fastly at your post. You stared at the Queen members, looking at you all smiles and winks. They probably knew what happened a quarter ago.

You fixed another drink for Roger, trying to look calm and relaxed. But you weren't. You were tense and it could be seen. Two minutes later, Roger came to your counter again with a crooked smile on his face, waiting for the drink. He was looking whether at his bandmates or you. There was absolute silence.

"Here's your drink." You smiled and handed his drink with a small paper around the glass. He carefully grabbed the paper so it couldn't be seen and walked away, heading to the balcony.

He grabbed the paper, unfolded it and there was your phone number and a note in it: "thanks for giving me a good time Rog"

He smirked at your note and placed it in his pocket, anticipating the moment he'd call you.

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