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Unexpected - K. Hayes

Summary: After being just friends with Kevin for over four years, can you ever be anything more?

Word Count: 10.2k

Warnings: a little angst, a lot of fluff, a smidgen of smut, friends to lovers because that’s my jam

A/N: so this originally started as a blurb which got mildly out of hand and turned into this fic. I have repeated the scene from the blurb to keep the flow the same. I have no regrets.

This is particularly inspired from Talk About by Seaforth (thanks @antoineroussel!) and Just Friends by Virginia to Vegas (thanks @broadstbroskis!)

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A party was never just a simple party when Kevin Hayes was involved. Music was pounding, beer was flowing, shots were poured, and weed was an easy haze on the back porch. You had no idea what the occasion was for one of your oldest friends to be throwing this shindig, but you weren’t complaining. Hanging out with him and relaxing after a long hard day was infinitely better than sitting at home and eating cold pizza. Again.

People always teased you about being so close with Kevin, always hinting that there must be something more between you, but you just laughed it off, knowing that he would never be interested. How could he? He had the perfect hockey WAGs lining up in queues to flirt with him – and you were just his friend. You’d known each other since you both lived in Tribeca years ago, and there had never been anything to even hint at anything more than friends. He’d never flirted with you outside of his natural charm. He’d never made a move on you in the slightest. He’d never shown the smallest bit of interest in anything other than platonic – so you knew how he felt. And to be honest, his friendship was amazing and it was something you never wanted to lose, so why would you put yourself out there when you already knew what the answer would be?

No, being friends with Kevin Hayes was exactly where you were meant to be.

You’d spent a few hours with a rotating cast of Flyers and their better halves, drinking and sharing stories about your mutual friend, but it had been a while since you’d seen him. At least a couple of non-Kevin hours. So what if you got a little needy when you were drinking? How could you not want a hug from your beautiful friend? No, bad drunk brain. Crossing that line was never worth it.

You still wanted that hug though.

So bidding the other drunk partygoers adieu, you wandered about the house in search of Kevin, coming up empty in every room…until you spotted smoke outside the kitchen window. Hah, of course. You knew how much he loved to wind down with a blunt or two. His easygoing nature was one of the things you loved most about him.

Putting down your empty drink, you walked outside, spotting Kevin and Nolan lounging on the outside sofas, Nolan with a blunt in his hand.

“Hey! You’re here!” Kevin grinned.

You shook your head fondly, wafting the pungent smoke out of your face.

“I’ve been here for hours, Kev. You’ve already seen me,” you said, smiling.

Kevin pouted, and Nolan just snickered, making you laugh.

“Weed always makes you forgetful,” you mused, sitting down on the seating next to him.

“Nuh-uh I don’t forget everything,” Kevin shrugged, turning to face you properly, “Not the important things. Like the fact that I love you, you know that right?”

Your jaw dropped slightly as his words hit you. What the everloving fuck? Why would he joke like that?

“Goddamn Kev, how high are you?” you asked, frowning.

Without waiting for him to answer, you looked over at Nolan, who just shrugged.

“I don’t know, he’s pretty baked. But I’m going to let you deal with all of that,” Nolan grimaced, waving a hand in Kevin’s general direction.

You rolled your eyes as he quickly passed Kevin the blunt and walked back inside. Yeah, thanks for the help.

“Why did Patty leave?” Kevin asked, frowning.

“Because he’s allergic to emotions? I don’t know. Maybe he just knows that you’re talking shit and he doesn’t want to deal with it,” you muttered.

“I’m not talking shit,” Kevin shot back, “I love you,”

“No you don’t,” you said, rolling your eyes again.

Seriously? Where had this come from? This wasn’t fair, he couldn’t say that when you knew it wasn’t true. Where had he gotten this lot of weed from? Clearly it didn’t agree with him.

“Yes I do! I know my own feelings,” Kevin insisted.

“Right, yeah, sure you do,” you sighed.

You were neither drunk enough nor high enough for this conversation. This was…not how you expected this evening to go. And just like that, your good mood was ruined.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” Kevin asked softly.

“Not even in the slightest, Kev,” you said, smiling sadly.

Of course you didn’t. Why, after all this time, would he be saying the words you most wanted to hear from him? There was no logic behind it – there was no way it could be true. He’d never ever shown any hint of this to be true.

“I’ll prove it to you,” he said firmly.

And then he placed his hand on your thigh, making you inhale sharply, the warmth of his large hand sending tingles through your body. No.

“This is not the time or place, Kevin,” you said shortly, “You are stoned out of your fucking mind,”

“You said my full name. You never say my full name,” he said sadly.

Of course that’s what he picked up out of that. Clearly he wasn’t going to get any easier to talk to…and while normally that made for some pretty fun conversation, tonight it wasn’t going to happen. And you couldn’t sit around and listen to more of this.

“I’m just going to go,” you sighed, nudging his hand off your thigh and standing upright.

“What? No!” Kevin said, eyes wide and sad.

“I can’t,” you said, forcing a smile, “I can’t stay and hear this, when I know you don’t mean it when you’re sober,”

“But…”

“I’ll send Nolan back out, okay? I’ll…talk to you later, Kev,” you said firmly, interrupting him.

Without waiting for another answer, you quickly walked back into the house, heartbeat racing in your ears and a lump in your throat. At least you didn’t have to go far to look for Nolan – he was standing just inside in the kitchen.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he frowned.

You just shook your head, smiling thinly, not wanting to go into it. “I’m going to go,”

“But he…”

“Kev will be fine – you don’t mind going back out there with him, right?” you said, interrupting.

Nolan pressed his lips together but shook his head. “No, I don’t mind,”

“Good. Good. Um, I’m sure I’ll see you around?” you offered.

Would you? Who knows. How long would you even need before you could see Kevin again without your heart aching?

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Nolan nodded.

You missed the determined look in the younger man’s eyes as you walked away, too intent on locating your jacket without giving in to the tears that were threatening to fall. Sleep, sobering up and some distance – that would help, right?

01:21

From: Kevin

Why did you leave?

Please come back?

01:57

From: Kevin

I meant it.

I swear I meant it.

Please call me.

03:00

Missed call – Kevin

10:17

From: Kevin

Fuck I fell asleep.

Are you ignoring me?

Please call me when you get this.

10:35

From: Kevin

I get it if you don’t love me back.

But please don’t ignore me, I can’t take that.

Please call me?

We need to talk. Please.

10:55

From: Kevin

Please?

11:00

To: Kevin

Kev, I can’t do this.

It’s too much.

Please just give me time and space.

11:02

From: Nolan

I’ve taken Kev’s phone off him.

His sad face is too much.

I know you asked for space and I’ll make sure he gives it to you.

But please, just think over what he said?

You know he doesn’t say shit he doesn’t mean, not when it’s important.

11:17

To: Nolan

Yeah, okay. I’ll think it over.

Mornings were generally your worst time of day. But this morning in particular was a terrible one. The slight bleurgh of lingering sleep made you feel groggy enough, but nothing that a quick shower and a slice of buttered toast couldn’t fix. No, this morning was terrible because your heart was still aching from three days ago. You still had no idea what Kevin was playing at, acting like that around you, but it hurt and you knew you weren’t going to be able to forget it any time soon. Kevin’s increasingly desperate text messages and the single message from Nolan hung over you like a bad shadow, but you knew were right about not just giving in straight away – you were still emotional enough now as it was, and you knew it wouldn’t have been a good idea to see Kevin immediately. No, space was exactly what you needed, even if it hurt.

Your second cup of coffee woke you up enough at least to not leave you in a pit of despair. Like Nolan had asked, you’d thought about Kevin’s words over and over again. His declaration of love, out of nowhere. His confusion and sadness and fucking desperation. You know he doesn’t say shit he doesn’t mean, not when it’s important. It still didn’t give you the answer, any answer. Because in your heart, there was still that little whisper of doubt, telling you it wasn’t true, not really. And unless you were 100% sure, there was no way you could take that chance, not with Kevin. His friendship was too important in your life to risk not having it at all, so if it meant needing time to get over him and drag yourself out of this swirling despair then you would take it.

Despair was for people who didn’t have a life to get on with. You had lived long enough without Kevin in your life before you’d met him, and you could damn well succeed in living without his presence for a couple of weeks or so. At least until you’d built up those walls again.

It had been three days and the struggle was real.

Around 9am, you were jolted out of your thoughts by a series of knocks on your front door. With a frown, you walked over to the entrance hallway, and peeked through the peep-hole, only to see Kevin. What the fuck? Why was he here?

He had a sad but determined look on this face, you could see that much – fuck, was he going to say he didn’t mean anything he said that night? That now he’d thought about it properly, it wasn’t real? It was bad enough hearing his emotions from him when high as a kite, but you couldn’t bear for him to admit it was fake when he was sober. But maybe it was what you deserved, seeing as you’d asked for time and space. Fuck. No, you’d definitely done the right thing for you…but had you done the right thing for Kevin?

What you did know for sure was that you couldn’t leave him standing outside, when he knew full well that you had no real plans today. He knew your schedule too well for that. So with a deep breath, you put on a smile and opened the door. There he stood, eyes warm albeit sleepy, that hair so perfectly tousled. Why did he have to hit every single tickbox on your list? How was that fair?

“Look who’s up before midday on an off-day,” you teased, “What are you doing here?”

Kevin smiled at your teasing, but it was as fake as you knew your smile was. Fuck. “I was in the neighbourhood and figured I’d see what you were up to. Mind if I come in?”

Ouch. He definitely wasn’t in the neighbourhood, he was here for one reason only. To talk. Fuck.

But you nodded, letting him past you into your apartment anyway. He’d given you three days’ space, like you’d asked, it was only fair that you let him say his piece now right?

“Coffee?” you asked, shutting the door behind him.

“Yes please,” Kevin groaned, nodding.

Your smile slipped a little as you headed to the kitchen, you heart already aching with the preparation of it being broken completely, but you managed to keep yourself together as you reached for the coffee pot, pouring him a large mug of the caffeinated lifeblood in silence.

“Here you go,” you said as cheerfully as you could manage.

“Thanks,” he said, smiling.

He sat down at the kitchen island, looking up at you with those beautiful big eyes, until you sat down opposite him.

“I still mean it, y’know,” he said bluntly.

You frowned, not understanding. “Mean what?”

“Mean what I said that night. That I love you,”

Oh God. Fuck. Your breath hitched in your throat, your lips parting in surprise. What…what was he doing?

“Kev, please don’t…”

“No, I’m going to,” Kevin interrupted, uncharacteristically solemn, “Because you seem to have some pretty incorrect ideas in your head and I need to set them straight,”

You swallowed heavily, biting your bottom lip. How were you even supposed to respond to that? Kevin saw the anxious look on your face clear as day, his own seriousness softening to a sad smile.

“Patty said you looked pretty upset when you left that night,” he said softly.

You shook your head, desperate for a sliver of control. “I wasn’t upset, I-”

“Even if he hadn’t spent the last three days ripping into me, I know you were upset. You’ve never just left like that,” Kevin said firmly.

Normally, you hated being interrupted. But in this case, you really had nothing else you could say. Nothing that you could say, not when he knew you so well.

“No, I haven’t,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair.

“I’m sorry that me confessing how I felt made you leave but I wasn’t messing around! I was trying gather the high courage to tell you, after all this time!” Kevin said desperately.

Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.

He was serious, wasn’t he? Of course he had to bulldoze right through, in typical Kevin Hayes style.

But Kevin took your silence the wrong way.

“How could you not have known?” he frowned.

“How could I possibly have known, Kev? I’ve seen you flirting with women before – and you’re never like that around me. How could I have known that you wanted anything more than friendship when you’ve never acted like it?” you retorted.

Kevin’s cheeks flushed, and he ducked his head briefly, before he looked back up at you. Fuck, he looked a little sad? Like...like he was about to genuinely open up his heart. Fuck.

“I always thought you weren’t interested in me. Why would you be interested in dumb stoner Kevin? I figured if I could only ever have you as a friend then I would latch onto that, because having you in my life in any way is so much better than not having you in my life at all,” he said sadly.

You had never heard him this eloquent before. To be honest, it made your heart ache all over again. But he was never like this…why now?

“Are you still high?” you asked, frowning.

Kevin laughed dryly, shaking his head. “Why do I have to be high to tell you how I feel?”

“Because that’s literally the only time you’ve ever said it before?” you said, raising an eyebrow.

Kevin groaned softly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck.

“You know meaningful stuff doesn’t come all that easily to me,” he huffed.

“I also know you’re not just Kevin-the-hockey-playing-himbo-from-Boston,” you pointed out, smiling slightly.

Kevin laughed softly. “You always have figured me out pretty well,”

“I’m just not a mind reader,” you mused.

He laughed again, nodding his head. “I guess I just…I saw you and I had to say it. I’ve liked you for years, sweetheart, ever since we lived in Tribeca. And I thought, maybe, just maybe, you getting your job transferred to Philly meant that it was finally our time. But it never happened. Maybe it was the weed. Maybe it was the weed and how beautiful you looked combined that actually took down those barriers which have kept me from blurting out my feelings in the past. But I swear to you, I meant every word,”

Sweetheart. Wow. Never had that word affected you more. You swallowed heavily, looking down at your hands. It was true that you’d always been able to read him well – and he was being so sincere right now that it had your stomach tied in knots. He really meant it, didn’t he? He really meant…that he loves you. That he’s loved you for years. Fuck.

It was everything you’d hoped to hear, and you’d spent the last three days trying to convince yourself he didn’t mean it. But he really did mean it, didn’t he?

“Say it again,” you murmured.

The grin that spread across Kevin’s lips sent a shiver up your spine.

“I love you,” he said clearly, firmly, looking directly into your eyes.

Your breath hitched in your throat, butterflies exploding in your stomach. Fuck that was so good to hear. Holy fucking shit.

“Kevin…” you whispered helplessly.

“I gotta know…because I’m holding onto a scrap of hope that you feel the same…do you…”

He trailed off, his voice a little desperate, a little lost, and you found yourself nodding like an idiot, tears springing to your eyes. If he could be brave, then so could you.

“Yes, Kev, I do. I love you so much,” you admitted.

Kevin laughed in triumph, a little incredulous, and he quickly stood up from the island, taking one large step towards you, and tugging you to stand up on your feet too.

“Fuck, fuck, can I kiss you?” he asked, happiness sparkling in his eyes.

You found yourself laughing, but nodded and clutched at his sweater, holding on in case your weak knees gave out on you. Kevin grinned, resting his forehead against yours briefly, before he closed the distance between you with a firm kiss. You couldn’t help but melt into his arms, kissing him back just as eagerly, throwing your arms around his neck a little desperately as his tongue slid against yours. His hands went to your hips and he easily picked you up to place you on the kitchen counter, and you gasped into his mouth at how effortless the motion was, moaning a little as he just stepped right in between your legs. It felt like second nature to hook your legs around his waist, pulling your bodies even closer together, earning a soft moan from the man that sent a pulse of heat right between your thighs. Fuck.

“Kev, wait, we shouldn’t…” you gasped, tilting your head back to break the kiss.

Because as much as you wanted to hop right into bed with him, you needed to let him know that this wasn’t all this was for you. It couldn’t be.

“Fuck, you gotta know this is more than sex for me, right?” Kevin groaned, eyes a little wild as he looked down at you.

How did he always know what to say?

“Again, I’m not a mind reader,” you laughed.

Kevin laughed as well, ducking his head to press gentle kisses into the soft skin of your neck.

“I want to take you out on so many dates. I want to tell my mom about you properly rather than just mention you in passing. I want to ignore Patty crowing in the locker room that he gave me the kick up the ass that I needed. I want to tell Brady and Jimmy that I finally took a chance. I want to show you off to the world as my girlfriend,” Kevin murmured between kisses, finishing with a nip to your earlobe.

Fuck. That was all that you wanted, and he was offering it up on a silver platter.

“I want that too,” you gasped, tilting your head more to the side.

You felt Kevin smile against your skin, nipping at you again before he lifted his head to look at you properly.

“Now can I kiss you again?” Kevin asked hopefully.

You laughed but nodded, threading your fingers through his messy curls. “You can kiss me any time you want,”

Kevin grinned and did just that.

Pulling into the practice arena, Kevin realised he still had a stupid smile on his face. He’d spent all morning at your apartment, mostly making out on the sofa with a little talking dotted throughout, and he’d only been able to tear himself away because Nolan had texted to remind him about the mandatory afternoon practice today. Obviously he would much rather have stayed with you, especially now that he knew what it was like to kiss you, how your lips felt against his, how easy it was to hold you in his arms, but if he skipped practice there would be hell to pay.

That, and he now knew how easily he could get carried away, how easily he could get lost in you. He hadn’t lied when he said that this was more than sex for him. Loving you was everything – overwhelming, all-consuming and wonderful – and there was no way he was going to let sex ruin that. As much as he already knew it would be incredible. He’d waited four years to be in your bed more than platonically, he could wait a little longer. Especially now that he knew you loved him too.

Fuck, you were finally his. He could finally call you his girlfriend. Fuck.

Kevin was so lost in his thoughts as he parked his car, that he didn’t notice a familiar figure walking up to him, and flinched as they knocked on the window. Nolan. Fuck.

“Way to give me a heart attack, baby cat,” Kevin groaned as he got out of the car.

“You made me catch a lift with Teeks last minute – now we’re even,” Nolan smirked.

Kevin just laughed, rolling his eyes as he pulled his bag out of his car and locked it. When he turned back to look at his friend, he saw that Nolan looked incredibly smug, almost unbearably so, and steeled himself for an interrogation. He hadn’t exactly been forthcoming in his text earlier to say that Nolan would have to find his own way to practice. Oops.

“Please tell me you came from your New York girl’s place,”

Hah, your New York girl. When you’d first moved job to Philadelphia, Kevin had referred to you as ‘a girl friend from New York’, to try to play it cool, to try to hide how excited he was that you were finally going to be reunited…and the name had stuck. Pretty much everyone on the team, including some who’d been traded away, referred to you as ‘your New York girl’, mainly because of how red Kevin had blushed when Claude had called you that when you’d first met the team.

The team liked teasing their usually-unflappable teammate.

You liked that Kevin talked about you in the first place.

Kevin just liked that people had always called you his.

“Yeah, I did,” Kevin shrugged, trying to play it cool.

But Nolan just rolled his eyes, not having any of it.

“You two talked right? Like, actually talked,” Nolan asked firmly.

That and other things. But Nolan didn’t need to know that. Kevin just smirked, nodding, and laughed as Nolan whooped.

“I swear to god I’m not getting those three days back, you owe me so bad. And I’m claiming victory for this matchmaking,” Nolan grinned.

“Meddling more like it,” Kevin mused, rolling his eyes, “You got the result you wanted though,”

“I did?”

“You did,”

“Fucking finally,” Nolan groaned.

“Finally what?”

Kevin turned his head to see Claude walking up behind them and winced. If Nolan kept his mouth shut then maybe Kevin had a chance of not being ridiculed for the entirety of practice…

“Hayesy ditched me to finally talk about his feelings,” Nolan smirked.

Oof.

“With your New York girl? Fucking finally,” Claude grinned.

One day that nickname would fade. One day.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Better late than never,” Kevin mused.

“Only took you a few years,” Nolan snorted.

Four long miserable years. But who was counting.

“Well I’m glad you finally took a chance. Fuck knows it’s been painful enough watching the two of you dance around each other,” Claude teased, before his face suddenly went serious, “She returned your feelings, right? Like, fuck-”

“She did,” Kevin said, interrupting, “She loves me too,”

Saying it out loud like that made him grin, earning laughter from his two teammates.

“Thank fuck for that,” Claude huffed, teasing with a grin of his own.

Thank fuck indeed.

From: Kevin

Dinner at mine tonight?

I’ve got that wine you like…

To: Kevin

You had me at wine.

What time do you want me?

From: Kevin

I always want you.

I’ll have food ready for 7pm.

But come over whenever!

To: Kevin

You ridiculous flirt.

Can’t wait to see you.

Kevin’s messages kept a smile on your face for the rest of your work day, and you didn’t bother going back to your apartment after work – heading straight to his place was all you could think about, so that’s all that you did. And the smile that he greeted you with when he opened the door – bright, genuine, happy – told you that you’d made the right decision.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Kevin murmured, tugging you against his body.

You couldn’t help but laugh, leaning into his hold as he shut the door behind you. “Flattery will get you everywhere,” you grinned.

Kevin grinned back. “Good to know,”

You rolled your eyes fondly, leaning up on your tiptoes to press your lips to his in a soft kiss, smiling at the happy noise he made as you embraced sweetly, your arms sliding up his chest and around his neck. Fuck, even just knowing that you could do this now, kiss him whenever you wanted, sent a shiver up your spine, let alone how good it felt to brush your tongue against his. It was like the floodgates had opened – now that you could kiss him, touch him, hold him, you never wanted to stop. You took every opportunity, and Kevin was exactly the same – maybe even more so, with the way his hands always seemed to stray to your ass.

The kisses eventually slowed to a few gentle pecks, Kevin looking a little stunned even as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

“Hi,” you murmured.

“Hi,” he said back, a little helplessly.

Both of you laughed, Kevin resting his forehead against yours briefly before he stepped backwards a little, taking both of your hands with his.

“I gotta finish up some dinner prep, but I can pour you a glass of wine while you wait?” he suggested.

Sweet, thoughtful man.

“That sounds perfect to me,” you nodded, squeezing his hands in agreement.

Dinner was perfect. Wonderful. Incredible. It was only a simple pasta dish, but full of vegetables and spices and flavour, and the fact that Kevin had clearly poured time and effort into making this for the two of you made it even more special. Sitting across from him at the dinner table, each talking about your days, Kevin making your sides ache with laughter…it was all you could ever have dreamed of.

Was it all too good to be true?

That niggling thought followed you to the sofa after you’d finished eating, Kevin joining you with two fresh glasses of wine. He spotted your creased forehead and frown immediately, like you feared knew he would.

“What’s that face for?” Kevin mused, raising an eyebrow.

Sometimes it was a blessing how easily he could read you. But you weren’t sure if now was one of those times. As his smile started to slip, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself. There was no point in hiding your thoughts from him. Honesty and communication were a good thing, right?

“I guess I’m just nervous, that’s all,” you admitted.

Kevin frowned to match you, his eyes immediately going serious. “Nervous? Why?”

“Things are just different now. You know that,”

Kevin’s frown immediately shifted to a smile, making your heart beat a little faster. His faith in you was mindblowing. “It’s just you and me, how it’s always been. How it always should be. Nothing’s different about that,”

But still you shook your head, smiling fondly. “I know you as Kevin-the-friend. I don’t know you as Kevin-the-boyfriend. It’s whole new territory…and I have a horrible thought in my mind saying that it’s all too good to be true,”

Kevin’s face fell again at your words, and he quickly put his wine glass on the coffee table, shaking his head as he reached out to take one of your hands in his. Your breath hitched in your throat at the emotion in his eyes, like it genuinely hurt him to hear the words that came out of your mouth, and you put your own glass down on the floor with a wince.

“Are you…having second thoughts? About…us?” he said quietly, like the words left a bitter taste in his mouth.

You quickly shook your head – you knew that wasn’t it. Not even close. But still…

“What is it then?” Kevin asked, confused.

Here goes nothing. “Sometimes it doesn’t feel real, us being together. Like I’m going to wake up and you’re going to want to only be just friends. It scares me,”

“Shit,” Kevin groaned, eyes closing briefly.

When his eyes reopened his eyes to look at you once more, the fire in his expression startled you…but also made your mouth go dry. That intensity was a good look on him, one you hadn’t seen directed your way before. Fuck.

“Sweetheart, I can’t predict the future. Hell, I can barely figure out what to make for breakfast, let alone where our relationship is going to go. But I do know one thing for certain,” he said firmly.

You swallowed heavily, letting out a shaky breath. “And what’s that?”

“That I want us to have a future. That I am all in. I’m putting my whole heart into this baby, and I just wish I knew what to do so you would believe me,”

Fuck, you did believe him. You absolutely did believe him. How could you not, when you could feel his heart so strongly?

“Kev, I…” you trailed off, a little helpless, not sure where to start.

“What can I do?” he asked, eyes a little desperate.

“I don’t know! I wish I knew. I want this to work so badly,” you murmured.

“All we can do is put the hard work in, right?” he said firmly, eyes bright and shining, “Like, if we both try with our whole hearts, then it’s got to be worth it, right? We’ve been friends for years – that isn’t going to change. We have that foundation already. Now we’re just taking that next step, learning more about each other, rather than starting something scary from scratch,”

Your eyes filled with tears at his heartfelt words, and you found yourself nodding before you could stop yourself.

“It’s still scary…but it could be scarier,” you agreed, biting your bottom lip.

Kevin nodded, smiling encouragingly, to which you let out a shaky breath.

“And no matter what, we’re in this together, yeah? We’ve got each other, more so than ever before,” he said softly.

Your eyes dropped to where his thumb ran back and forth over your hand, a small smile spreading across your lips. “I like the sound of that,”

Kevin’s shoulders seemed to relax a little, like he was letting out tension, sending a guilty pang through your body. Fuck, there you go, making him feel bad again.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, shrinking back a little.

“Hey, no, no apologies. I’m glad you told me,” he replied, shaking his head, “I’d rather we talked about stuff like this than let it build up to something ugly, y’know?”

He had a good point – you couldn’t imagine having a nasty all-out fight with Kevin, and you didn’t want to. He was one of your oldest friends for a reason, and you didn’t want to lose that through a stupid fight, no way.

“Same goes for you too, yeah? You can…should talk to me about anything that worries you,” you said softly.

Kevin smiled, nodding. “Alright, it’s a deal,”

He reached out to pick up his wine glass from the table, holding it towards you in a ‘cheers’ motion, making you laugh. But you picked up your glass from the floor anyway, and clinked it with his, both of you taking a long drink. Kevin was uncharacteristically quiet for a moment, before he quirked a smile your way.

“Let me take you out, show you what Kevin-the-boyfriend is like,” he suggested, “Let me show you that this new thing between us is going to be something amazing,”

How could you say no to that?

“I’d like that,” you grinned, relaxing into the sofa a bit more, “I already know I love Kevin-the-friend…so I think I need to meet Kevin-the-boyfriend properly,”

And as stupid as it felt saying those words out loud, you knew you were right – you needed to see this next stage in your relationship clearly, to banish away those niggling doubts. It was still Kevin, right? Just…more.

Kevin stretched his leg out onto the sofa, nudging your hip with his foot with a big smile on his face, nudging nudging nudging until you gripped his ankle tightly with your free hand, raising an eyebrow. All you got in return was his eyebrows wiggling at you, a stupid grin on his face.

“This is going to be great, you’ll see,” Kevin said cheerfully.

You were counting on it.

A first date was always something to be nervous about, right? Shaky hands, pounding heart, butterflies in the stomach, sweaty palms…it was all natural, right? Because you were experiencing all of these things while you got ready for your date with Kevin.

But was it truly nerves? You weren’t nervous as in apprehensive. No, not at all. Any time you spent with Kevin was always full of warmth and laughter, even when you were just friends, and you knew that tonight would be so different. No, it was nervous as in excited. Nervous butterflies? Shaky giddiness? Whatever it was, it was more than a little overwhelming, but it only took one glance at the last text Kevin sent you to keep a smile on your face.

From: Kevin

I can’t wait to see you, beautiful 💖

Simple, but effective. He always knew what to do and say, even when he didn’t know he was doing it. So instead of getting cold feet or freaking out, all you did was put on your favourite playlist and bop around while you got yourself ready. You’d already gotten your usual leg and bikini wax this morning, having planned to wear a slinky black dress with bare legs, and as soon as you shimmied into the dress you knew it was the right choice. Figure hugging without being clingy, sexy as well as classy – a little black dress is a classic for a reason. After putting on a little makeup and a pair of your favourite heels, you were ready.

Kevin had insisted on picking you up so he could drive the two of you to the restaurant, rather than meeting there, and he arrived to yours right on time. But as you opened the front door of your apartment to greet him, his face was a little stunned, and he was uncharacteristically silent. Huh.

“Everything okay, Kev?” you asked hesitantly.

He quickly nodded, the stunned look on his face slipping into a wide smile.

“You just look so beautiful. Caught me off guard,” he shrugged.

You felt your cheeks heat up with warmth, and you batted your hand at his chest, making him laugh. Ridiculous man.

“Well, you scrub up pretty well yourself,” you teased.

A crisp white button-up shirt, a nice fitted pair of jeans and tailored jacket? Such a good look on him. Kevin just grinned at your words, ducking his head to kiss you softly, making your breath hitch in your throat. Yeah, this was going to be a good night.

“Ready to go?” he asked, as he broke the embrace.

“Yeah, let me just grab a jacket,”

The drive to the restaurant was short and smooth – a Spanish tapas place, on recommendation from Claude – and you were shown to your table immediately, Kevin pulling out your chair for you with a bright smile on his face.

“Welcome! Here are your menus – would you like to see the drinks menu too, or do you know what you would like?”

You looked from the waiter to Kevin with a shrug, to see him looking at you with a hopeful smile. Huh. He already planned this out, didn’t he? So you just nodded at him and smiled back.

“Can we have a glass of Rosado each?” Kevin asked, smiling effortlessly.

“Of course, I will be back momentarily,”

As the waiter walked away, you raised an eyebrow at Kevin, who just shrugged a little bashfully.

“I never have any clue which wine goes with what. So I asked Claude when he recommended this place – a few of the guys around us chimed in with their thoughts too, and apparently Rosado goes with tomato-y garlic-y things. I figured that’s the majority of what we’d be eating, so I hope that’s okay” Kevin explained.

The fact that he had put so much thought into tonight, asking his friends and really researching, made your heart clench, and it was all you could do to nod. He really was so sweet – no-one had ever put in this much effort for you before.

A silence fell over you for a moment, not awkward, but still not fully comfortable, until you looked at Kevin and the both of you huffed out a laugh.

“This is weird, right?” you giggled.

“Nah, not if we don’t let it be,” he shrugged, smiling.

His ease and nonchalance was something to be jealous of, that much was true.

“So confident, Mr Hayes,” you mused, raising an eyebrow.

“Easy to be confident when I’ve got the most beautiful person in the room sitting opposite me,” he replied smoothly.

Oh so smooth.

“Kev…” you groaned, hiding your face with a hand.

“Come on, I’ve been wanting to say these things for years! Indulge me,” he teased.

Years. The very thought of it sent a shiver down your spine.

“You think I haven’t had my moments of weakness? Where I’ve thought about us over the years?” you asked simply, raising an eyebrow as you lowered your hand back into your lap.

Kevin inhaled sharply, making you smile. Good.

“I like that you have. Thought about us, I mean. I just can’t believe how stupid we’ve been. We’ve wasted so much time,” Kevin sighed.

You reached across the table, resting your hand on top of his with a smile. “We’re here now, right? That’s all that matters,”

“Yeah exactly,” he nodded.

Then he bit his bottom lip, as if he was hesitating on something, making you smile a little more.

“What is it, Kev?” you asked softly.

He stayed silent for another beat or two, before he looked at you intensely.

“I see my future with you, sweetheart,” he blurted. Oh wow. “And yeah, maybe that’s too soon to say, but this isn’t some brand new fresh thing – this has been building for years, and now that we’re finally together, it just feels so right, y’know?”

Your heart clenched at his sweet words, and you couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your lips. Fuck. Who knew a hockey player could be so open and in touch with their feelings? Well, it was Kevin after all. Might as well speak your own thoughts too.

“It does feel so right. I’ve never felt anything for anyone like I feel for you,” you admitted.

Kevin’s answering smile was a little stunned and a little helpless. “Fuck, same. Same for me,”

You ignored the butterflies filling your stomach, looking down at the menu in front of you to stop your smile going stupid. What was it about this man that made you feel so different? His honesty? His smile? His laugh? Fuck, all of that and more. All you did know was that you didn’t want it to stop.

The date continued on to become the best date you had ever been on. Not that you were surprised – it was Kevin after all, and you already knew there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do if it would make you smile. And you were quickly learning how true it was for you too. Having all that adoration, that attention, that smile focused solely on you? It was addictive, and you didn’t want it directed towards anyone else. You wanted his whole heart, you knew that much already, and you could only hope that he wanted the same from you.

Both of you only had one glass of wine with your food, as Kevin was driving you home, and by the time the two of you had reached the front door of your apartment (Kevin had insisted on walking you to your front door, even though it was an apartment building), you felt giddy. Giddy and ridiculous and unbelievably happy. This was it, this was what you had been waiting for. This moment, this knowledge, that same confidence in this thing with Kevin that he’d had all along. You only wished it hadn’t taken you so long.

But you were here now, that’s all that mattered. You and Kevin, together. As it should be.

As you unlocked your front door, you felt yourself pausing in the doorway, Kevin making a questioning noise as you stopped moving. You bit your bottom lip gently, before taking a deep breath to steel your nerves. “Do you want to come in?” you asked, looking up into those beautiful blue eyes.

Kevin’s lips parted in surprise, a stunned expression filling his face.

“Like, come in come in?” he asked, voice a little breathy.

The sheer want in his voice made you shiver, and you knew you’d made the right decision in asking him. You could basically taste the tension between you as you nodded slowly, Kevin swaying forward as if he couldn’t help himself.

But then he stopped, freezing still, making you frown.

“Are you sure? Like, it’s not too soon?” he forced out, eyes a little wild.

So you quickly shook your head, smiling at him checking.

“Kev, it’s us, right?”

He’d been saying it for weeks, that being together was just a next step in your strong foundation of friendship, so both of you giving in to that obvious desire wouldn’t ruin anything at all. You wanted him…he wanted you…so why not take things up another notch?

“Yeah, it’s us. Endgame, baby,” Kevin grinned.

And just like that, the tension burst like a balloon, making you laugh. Yeah, this was the man you were in love with alright.

“Come on loverboy,” you laughed, rolling your eyes fondly, “Let’s not give my neighbours a show,”

Kevin smirked, wiggling his eyebrows as he followed you into your apartment, making you laugh all over again. There was none of that nervous apprehension you’d felt with other guys before – it was all just excitement, fizzing and buzzing through your skin, and your mind swirled with ideas.

Stripping him down slowly, piece by piece.

Getting your mouth on him, every inch of his body, especially his cock.

Having him pin you down on your bed, all gorgeous 6ft5 of him surrounding you in the best way.

Fuck.

“I’ve been thinking about getting my hands on you since I saw you in that dress,”

Kevin’s soft words tore you out of your lustful thoughts, and you moaned softly at the shiver it sent up your spine. Fuck yes, you were getting laid tonight and it was going to be good.

“Then how about you get your hands on me?” you suggested, corner of your lips lifting up in a smirk.

He wasted no time in pressing you into the nearest wall, barely making it out of the entrance hallway, and you laughed as his hands went straight to your ass.

“Feeling better?” you mused, toying with the top button of his shirt.

This wasn’t a fiery desperate rush, crashing about, rough and riling up – no this was a slow build-up of lust and want, much like your relationship had been a slow build-up. No, this was a slow seduction, sweet and all-consuming, bodies moving in sync and taking what they wanted. And you couldn’t fucking wait.

“Hmm, a little,” Kevin grinned back.

“Only a little huh?” you teased.

“Oh I have a few ideas of what could help,” he murmured.

The flash of heat in his eyes sent a flare of heat through your body, and you couldn’t help but to dart your tongue out to wet your bottom lip, Kevin’s eyes tracking the motion, making you smile. But you had no time to tease him before he took your lips in a kiss, making you whimper at how quickly it got heated before Kevin broke away with a gasp, leaving your head spinning.

“So that’s one idea,” he grinned.

Oh fuck, this man was going to ruin you. But not before you ruined him a little bit first.

“What’s your next idea?” you breathed.

Kevin just grinned, stepping backwards a little bit, making you whine before you could stop yourself.

“Stay right where you are, beautiful. Keep your eyes on me,”

That you could do. You dramatically placed your hands against the wall, making him laugh as he dropped his jacket carelessly to the floor, and his fingers went to the top button of his shirt. He kept his eyes on you as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his strong broad chest inch by inch until he was able to drop it to the floor, leaving him in just his jeans. Fuck. You would never be able to get enough of the sight of him like this, let alone the touch (and you couldn’t wait for the taste) – the strength in his shoulders, his chest, his core, his arms…fuck.

“Get back over here,” you said, voice low and rough.

Kevin inhaled sharply, and he wasted no time in stumbling back over to you, arms caging you in against the wall in a way that made you want.

“Great second idea. What’s next?” you breathed.

Fuck. This was winding you up and up and up and you knew the night had barely even started.

“I want…can I taste you?” he blurted.

What? But before you could ask what he meant, Kevin dropped to his knees, making you gasp. Oh fuck. Oh yes.

“You want to be on your knees for me?” you asked, swallowing heavily.

“Yeah, so bad,” Kevin nodded, a little desperate.

Well how could you say no to that?

Biting your bottom lip, you reached up under your dress, hooking your fingers into the sides of your panties and tugging them down. Kevin whined as his view was blocked by the skirt of your dress but you just grinned. This was the least he deserved for stripping his shirt off so slowly. You let your panties drop to the floor when they were past the thickness of your thighs and slowly stepped out of them, kicking them to one side.

His move.

Kevin’s eyes were wide and dark as he raised his hands to rest on your thighs, lips slightly parted.

“Please, can I?” he murmured, thumbs brushing under the skirt hem.

Fuck. This was all too much, the desire, his patience, his asking. Bring it on.

“Yeah, go ahead,” you nodded, inhaling sharply.

He slowly dragged the skirt of your dress up to your hips, moaning softly under his breath when you were revealed bare to him. One of his hands bunched up the dress to hold it in place, the other placed large and firm on your thigh, and his thumb lightly stroked over the wetness in your folds…before he stopped.

Kevin looked up at you, wordless asking one last time. And you just nodded, too overwhelmed in the moment to utter any words, your heart racing at the very sight of him kneeling so comfortably between your thighs. With a smile, he shuffled a little closer to you, ducking his head to place a reverent kiss to your clit, making you gasp, earning a soft laugh.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Kevin mumbled, mostly to himself.

Then he ducked his head down and dove right in, tongue running over your folds in a wide stripe, his tongue flicking at your clit in a way that made you gasp. Fuck. How was he so good at this, straight off the bat? You could feel him smirking against your skin, before his tongue flicked at your clit again, and you couldn’t stop your hips bucking to chase the feeling. Fuck. The hand holding your dress out of the way adjusted to rest across your hips, pinning you to the wall, as his tongue ran back and forth over your core, gathering and tasting your wetness, dipping in and out of you, making you clench down on nothing. You didn’t hold back the soft moans that spilled from your lips, your body trembling with how good he made you feel. But as you clenched down empty again, you knew you could feel even better.

“More, Kev, please?” you begged.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned, resting his forehead against your hip.

You giggled, pushing his hair out of his eyes so he would look up at you.

“I want more,” you said firmly, eyes holding his in challenge.

And fuck did he rise to the challenge.

Kevin buried his face back between your thighs, eagerly running his tongue back and forth over you, into you, winding you up higher and higher, until he backed off to just sucking on your clit. Then you realised why he’d changed tactic, as his fingers moved to trail through your folds. With a fingertip teasing at your entrance, Kevin looked up at you, those big blue eyes questioning, and it was all you could do to nod. Leisurely Kevin slid a finger into you, letting you get used to the intrusion before he started to move it, gentle and slow, sending sparks up your spine and making your eyes clench shut. Then his teeth scraped over your clit and you wailed at the electricity that shot through your body, eyes flying open to glare down at him, wild and weak-kneed. Kevin’s eyes just sparkled with laughter, and he wasted no time in sliding in a second finger, sucking at your clit in the same rhythm in which he fucked his fingers into you. Fuck. You could feel a familiar heat start to build and you moaned – it wasn’t fair how quickly he learned the cues of your body.

Two can play at that game.

“You look so good on your knees for me,” you breathed, running your fingers through his messy hair.

Kevin’s eyes flashed with fire as he moaned at your words, sending a shockwave through you, making you gasp. Good. He leaned back slightly, tongue darting out over his swollen lips, before he smirked.

“You look so good with my fingers inside you,” he rasped back, curling both fingers over and over again in a come hither motion, “Going to look even better on my cock,”

Game, set, and match. Fuck. You cried out as the onslaught of his fingers sent you crashing through your high, Kevin smirking before he returned his tongue to lick between the two digits, prolonging the wave of pleasure until you were shaking and overwhelmed. Kevin backed off a little bit, leaning back to sit on his heels, but his face radiated smugness, of a job well done, even as the hard line of his cock strained against the denim of his jeans.

It was all you could do to fall to your knees to join him, straddling his lap lightly as you fought to regain control over your breathing, his hands going straight to your hips where your dress had fallen back down.

“Fuck, Kev,” you said with a shaky laugh.

He just smirked, wiggling his eyebrows, making you laugh for real. Ridiculous man. Without saying another word, you rested one hand against his bare chest, lifting the other hand to cup his face. You stroked your thumb over the wetness lingering on his bottom lip, before pressing down lightly on that lip to get him to open his mouth, and Kevin took the hint straight away, accepting your thumb into his mouth. You couldn’t take your eyes away from the sight of him closing his plush lips around it, sucking the wetness away, the same wetness that was still between your thighs.

Then his teeth scraped over the pad of your thumb, imitating his treatment of your clit, making you moan and clench down on nothing, even more evident where your thighs were spread across his lips.

“You’re such a tease,” you gasped, pulling your thumb free.

“Not a tease if I’m planning on following through,” Kevin said simply, smirk still playing with his expression.

The intensity in his eyes paired with the way his hands squeezed your hips sent a shiver up your spine, and you let a small smirk of your own drift across your lips.

“Hmm, yes, you said something about how good I’ll look with your cock inside me?” you murmured.

The noise that tore from Kevin’s throat was barely human, more feral than anything else, and the want in his eyes sent a wave of heat through your body. Fuck, yes.

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, “I know I just said it in the heat of the moment, but do you…do you want…”

“Yeah, Kev, I want,” you nodded quickly.

Kevin all but growled. “Hook your legs around my waist,” he said firmly.

What?

And then you felt his abs tense, as Kevin anchored himself to stand up from the floor with you in his arms, and you shrieked as you hurried to do as he said, hooking your ankles together against the swell of his ass.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” you breathed, arms firmly around his neck as he held you securely.

It was all you could do not to think about how your bare core was pressed against his abs. Fuck.

“Yeah?” he smirked.

You rolled your eyes fondly. “Take me to bed, Kev,”

Kevin swallowed heavily, his eyes flashing dark and serious.

“Yes ma’am,”

A party was never just a simple party when Kevin Hayes was involved. Music was pounding, beer was flowing, shots were poured, and weed was an easy haze on the back porch. At all the parties he’d thrown like this in the past, you’d always drifted to and from him, flitting from group to group just like he did, always separate. But this time, no – this time you were sitting on the sofa with his arm wrapped around your waist, leaning into his body because now you could.

And fuck did it feel good.

“So, tell us, how does it feel to be finally be called Kevin’s girl, rather than Kevin’s New York girl?” Claude grinned.

Ah yes, that nickname. Finally, it could die.

“Feels pretty fucking sweet actually,” you said simply.

Everyone on the sofas around you burst into laughter, and you could feel the rumble of Kevin’s own laughter deep in his chest. You couldn’t help but look up at him with a smile, earning an adoring smile back, as well as a soft kiss. Yeah, this was exactly where you wanted to be.

“How did you two actually meet?” Ryanne asked, smiling, “Like, I know you’ve been friends for years…but how?”

You found yourself smiling as you looked back up at Kevin, and he smiled down at you. It was true, you really had been friends with him for years at this point. And your first meeting was pretty funny.

“Go ahead,” Kevin shrugged.

His loss.

“Alright, so it went like this…”

Sunday night was grocery run night – and this week was no different. You walked into the lobby of your apartment building with both your arms full, trying to figure out how you were going to call the elevator, when you noticed a very tall guy already waiting, the elevator call button pressed. Huh, that solved that problem.

He smiled as you stopped next to him, giving you a little nod. “Hey,”

Holy shit this guy is hot. No, not the time. Tall…hot…great smile…no, focus. Be cool.

“Oh hey, you’re one of the new guys, right?” you smiled, tilting your head to look up at him.

“Yeah, I’m Kevin. I just got a place with my buddies Jimmy and Brady. A couple of floors up from you, right?”

Oh wow. He froze as your eyes widened in surprise, and groaned.

“I swear I’m not a creep?” he offered, wincing, “I’m just really good with faces,”

For some reason, you believed him. Call it intuition, or vibes, or whatever. This guy was being genuine. Huh.

“I guess I’ll have to take your word for it,” you teased.

His shoulders slumped a little as if releasing tension, making you smile. As if by fate, the elevator pinged its arrival, and Kevin gestured for you to enter first before following you in.

“So,”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you spoke in unison, Kevin just grinning. Oops.

“Go ahead,” you mused.

“I was going to say, if you fancy meeting my other flatmates too, we’re having a little housewarming of sorts. Like, a bunch of our friends are coming over, sort of a drop in and out whenever time kind of thing. It’d be nice to meet you properly, and show you I’m not actually a weirdo? Friday, if you’re free?”

Oh wow. That was really…sweet? Sure, it could blow up in your face, and he could actually be a creep…but again, those intuitive vibes were saying he wasn’t. And it definitely beats sitting at home and eating cold pizza. Again.

And damn, if his flatmates looked anything like him? Eye candy for days.

“Friday huh? I could do Friday,” you said simply, trying to keep your cool.

His answering smile let you know you’d made the right decision.

“…and after that, we became really good friends, all four of us. He never flirted with me after that time in the elevator and I tried my hardest not to flirt with him. I stayed in touch with Kev when he went to the Jets and then here to the Flyers, and he was one of the first people I got in contact with when my job moved me to Philadelphia. And then everything changed a few weeks ago. The rest is history,” you shrugged.

Kevin grinned, although he definitely had a blush on his cheeks.

“You were such a creep,” Claude said, laughing.

Kevin blushed a little fiercer. “It just came out! Of course I noticed the prettiest girl in the building – that was the least awful way I could’ve said it,”

You rolled your eyes as his friends hooted and jeered, although you felt your cheeks heat up with warmth.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, huh?” you teased.

“I got there in the end, didn’t I?” he shot back with a dramatic wink.

“Only took you a few years,” Nolan snorted.

Kevin just grinned, unashamed.

It may have taken a few years, but Kevin was right – you had gotten there in the end. All the years of self-doubt and insecurity, thinking you’d never be more than just friends, had resulted in a beautiful – if unexpected – relationship. A build-up of such a solid foundation of friendship over the past four years had already given you the opportunity to learn so much about him – and you couldn’t wait to learn even more. To learn about Kevin, the boyfriend. And, maybe even more than that, if you were lucky. Yes, unexpected as this may have been, you were in this for the long haul. And you couldn’t wait.

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sunflowersteves · 4 years

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leaving for good || g.r.

summary || you couldn’t bare the nightly routines that Geralt tended to make with other women, so you leave.

author’s note || this is my first Geralt fic and medieval type fic so please pleaasseee go easy on me!

warnings || angst, unrequited love, mentions of sex, fluff

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You start chugging your fourth pint of brew for the night, the salty liquid dripping down your chin and onto the neatly carved wooden table.

Jaskier only raised an eyebrow at you, concerned for your well-being. Ever since you two had defeated a large turbulent Golem that wreaked havoc on a small nearby town, you had been slightly and cold. Jaskier had his suspicions that the two of you had slept together, but he was never fully sure.

You and Jaskier had become quite good friends when you joined in on their adventures. The two of you would laugh and have the best of times together, even Geralt would have a small smiled placed on his lips.

However, he was concerned because Geralt is known for not caring about anyone or anything—certainly those who come to bed with him. He knew how Geralt could be and even though you can very much take care of yourself, he sees the toll it sets upon you.

“Haven’t you had enough?”

You ignored him and continued to chug the dizzy inducing liquor until every last drop. You slightly slammed down the now empty cup, fully drinking it down your gullet. You wiped the slightly sticky substance off of your chin and rolled your eyes at your concerned friend.

“It’ll only be enough if I’ve downed all the ale in the world.”

Jaskier sighed at your state and you were now slightly giggling at everything in sight. He was now quite sure your despair was all from the Witcher as you stared at him longingly.

Geralt came and sat with the two of you, a brown sack of money from a bounty in his hands. He gave a couple of coins to you and Jaskier but he had the most since Roach needed to be fed and bathed.

After a weeks-long journey of riding through the countryside, Geralt finally gave in to you and Jaskier begging for a warm stay and hefty pub. All the two of you wanted was a nice warm meal and a cozy bed to sleep in.

Of course, when the three of you arrived at the small village, there was quite the talk about The Witcher ‘Geralt’ arriving to help them fight off a Golem that had been tormenting their town. Geralt would always roll his eyes at one of the townsfolk raving on about how it was destiny’s calling.

He picked up his sword and walked into the forest, much to your protests. He would always place himself straight into the mouth of danger and

“Geralt, I can fight-”

He just grunted in disapproval but you persisted, grabbing Roach’s reigns to stop him from going into the swampy vines forest. She nudged you slightly as you subconsciously patted her. This time your arguing and clamors have been loud and a large ramble about how women can fight as well as men.

“Y/n. I’m aware of this but it’s too dangerous.” He then ripped the reigns out of your hands and sauntered off into the darkened forest. You let out an exasperated sigh but Jaskier turned to you with a bright smile.

“Let’s get you a pint, my lady.”

Now here you were, on your fourth pint of beer, watching as a whore flirted with Geralt across the room. That dark pit that rested in your stomach only grew.

You honestly didn’t blame her, Geralt was probably one of the prettiest men to set your eyes upon. The vast difference and breath of fresh air were most likely wonderful. She probably had lots handful of men that beat her or treated her like shit. Geralt was cut off from the world sure, but he wasn’t an asshole to women for being women.

He held a lot of respect towards women and treats them like they’re equal, which most men can’t say they do.

However, the actions that made your skin crawl and that abyss in your stomach grow was from Geralt flirting back and most of the time he followed them into rooms reserved. Sometimes, even a smile would capture his face as the women would flirt dashingly towards him. Jealousy had always coursed through your veins as he would flirt back with the woman.

Tonight had been no different from any other. A whore came over, resting her arms on top of his broad shoulders, and seductively asking him for some coin. Geralt slowly stood up and without a word, followed her into his reserved chambers.

A hiccup passed your lips and Jaskier was about to make fun of you until he saw your broken face. There were a couple of tears that had left your eyes, that sparkle that Jaskier saw in them when you laughed was no longer there.

Your eyes looked almost dull, like there was no life in them anymore. Geralt was breaking your heart every time he went to bed another woman.

“Oh, my dear, you shouldn’t let him get to you.”

A full sob escaped your throat and Jaskier moved to sit beside you on the bench. His arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you into a small hug.

“I can’t help it, Jaskier. I love him.” A sigh escaped his lips at your confession. Even though he predicted this, he still can’t help but have sympathy for his best friend. He was getting tired of Geralt’s shenanigans with longing stares he would always send your way when you weren’t paying attention.

His arm fell slightly off of your shoulders as you straightened yourself. You furiously wiped the fresh tears that had fallen on your cheeks.

“I’m leaving. Don’t follow me. I’m going back home.”

Before Jaskier could even register what you had said, you were already more than halfway across the pub. You had even left what coin Geralt had given you to pay for your pints. Jaskier tried to call after you but it was no use as you opened the pub’s door and waltzed right out.

He quickly regained his senses and ran into the chamber's area of the pub, looking for Geralt’s room. He quickly found it from the sounds of grunts and moans. He loudly banged on the door but knew he was a rush. He barged through the door, leaving it wide open. The woman sat on top of Geralt, their bodies completely naked.

“Jaskier, what the fuck?” He ignored the crude comment and rushed out the words so quickly it was hard to decipher them.

“Y/n left. She’s gone.”

Geralt wasted no time, picking up his clothes and quickly putting them on. He had already paid the woman in full so when he was half-dressed, he ran out of the room and out of the pub. He ran over to the stables to see some of your belongings were no longer on Roach.

Your favorite snack of little bread pieces sprinkled with rosemary wasn’t in the left satchel.

Your favorite medallion that Geralt gave you when he found it in a deep dark cave when he hunted a beast sat on top of roach’s saddle, you were giving it back. His thumb grazed over the gold metal, his heart clenching at the thought of leaving.

He gave you that medallion as a courting gift, he watched as your eyes lit up and a bright smile appeared on your face. Ever since you were little you had been able to talk to snakes; they had always made a bright smile appear on your face when you spotted one. They also were sometimes handy in sticky situations.

Even though he kept the fact that he was trying to court you to himself, it didn’t hurt any less to see that you’ve left it behind. His hand curls into a fist, his grip even tighter on the medallion. He leaves Roach, running as fast as he can to the end of the village. He knew Roach was faster but at this point, he didn’t care. He just needed to see you.

He finally sees the frame of your back and it feels as if he’s running even faster, gravel scraping underneath his boots. He was able to get to you just in time before leaving the small village.

A yelp had escaped your throat as his hands spun you around so you were facing him. His breaths were in a fit of pants, white hair had sprung out from his bun, and his clothes were half-heartedly put on.

“You can’t leave.”

You quickly shoved his hands off your shoulder with a huff and rolled your eyes at the large Witcher in front of you.

“And why not?”

He didn’t say a word, his mouth was closed but his eyes were giving you a pleading look. However, you weren’t going to give in. You weren’t going to let him break your heart every time he went off with another woman.

Even though you liked the adventures, you weren’t about to let that abyss grow in your heart. You rolled your eye again at the witcher in front of you. Wasn’t he supposed to not care for anything or anyone?

“You’re unbelievable.”

You turn around, leaving him be until he spun you around once again.

“Geralt! What is going on-”

Your words were completely interrupted by a pair of soft lips that were placed upon yours. Your lips moved in sync; his hand covered your shoulder and the other was on the small of your back.

He forced his tongue into your mouth, practically aching to taste you. His tongue explored your mouth in passion, his hands moved to gently cup your face in adoration. He gently moved his head, his lips leaving yours.

“I love you.” A gasp left your lips, wide eyes were turned his way. Not a word had left your lips because you were honestly shocked. In no situation did you ever think that you would hear those three words come out of his mouth.

Your body was now fully pressed up against a tree near the village’s entrance. His broad chest and tall stature had towered over you. His face was just inches from yours, breath fanned up against your cheeks.

“I can’t sleep unless I’ve thought about the shape of your nose or your plump lips. Not a single thought passes unless it’s somehow entangled you in it. There have been weeks on end where not a single word leaves my mouth but all I want to do is talk and laugh with you for hours.”

His hands had never left your cheeks, his eyes were darting all around your face to see your expression. He couldn’t help but let hope crumble as no sound made avail from your throat. You hadn’t said a single word.

What he hadn’t known was that it was from utter shock. You never thought that the Witcher who you had fallen in love with would ever say those words back. Before he could fully pull away, your body launches itself forward into a loving kiss.

This time it was much more desperate, your hands had gone exploring from his back to his chest to his neck and his handsome face. Your kisses became needier and more passion like the two of you were singing a song.

You jumped up, wrapping your legs as Geralt caught you, his arms right under your legs to keep you stable. The two of you had never broken the kiss as he started to walk back to the pub and its chambers.

There wasn’t a need for words to be shared, not now anyway. Of course, the two of you needed to talk, to sort out your feelings. However, that was put on hold. Your love for him had burned a straight hole in your chest, the feeling of his hands and body pressed up against yours was heavenly.

And that’s all that you needed at the moment, was each other.

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canismaxim-games · 2 years

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So what is the ro reaction if the MC becomes like Billy butcher and if you do not know who's Billy butcher just watching the show that is called the boys

Oh i love Billy Butcher do not worry XD

The Hunter:

The hunter is the strong stoic type, doesn't talk much, tends to keep to themself, and they find that they keep getting partnered up with MC on bigger jobs. At first MC grated on their nerves, the constant snark and apparent lack of care, but the more they work together the more Hunter realizes how much skill MC has and maybe they started to rub off on em a little. Hell most people are too scared of Hunter to fuck around with them, but MC ? MC isn't scared one bit, doesn't seem scared of anything honestly. Sure they're bad at inspirational speeches, but they know how to do their job and do it well if not a bit messy.

The Detective:

They always know when MC is nearby cause they have this uncanny ability to give Detective a headache the moment they step into the office building. Detective knows how much MC has lost, how much shit they've been through, and while they don't know what MC was like before all of that, they have an inkling that it seriously messed with MC. They know MC won't talk about it or will get punchy if asked about it, so they don't ask. They power through the headaches, share what info they can, and all they ask is that MC doesn't tie them into any illegal shit, or at least make sure no one can track it back to them.

The Loner:

The Loner of all people knows how loss can truly change someone. Sometimes people fall into a pit of despair so deep they never come out, others are shells of the people they used to be, and then there are those who heal and those who done. The Loner can tell that MC is one of the few that let that loss change them, let themself become calloused and closed off, and truly? The Loner can't blame them. After all you can't change someone, they have to do that for themselves. What they can do is try and show MC there are still good people left in the world, even if a lot of people are shit.

The Ghost:

The ghost has seen it all, MC's first night in the apartment broken and empty, the progression into someone who really *really* is not good with emotions that aren't enjoyable or angry. Ghost doesn't mind MC's personality, what gives them a headache is how careless MC is with themself. They come home injured, beat up, or so drunk you could smell the alcohol a mile off. As a physician Ghost knows how damaging all of it can be in the long run, and what gives them the headache is how MC just brushes off the concerns so easily. Sometimes they're tempted to just possess MC and patch them up like that instead of trying to convince MC to let them do it, but Ghost would never.... unless an injury was truly life threatening.

The Burglar:

Oh the burglar fucking loves it! Finally someone who gets it, though they're a little surprised that this sort of attitude is coming from a mortal, it took a couple hundred years for Burglar to reach that level of apathy, but hey to each their own. Burglar loves helping out with MC's plans, loves hearing how MC plans on solving "problems" and is very willing to give input and suggestions. Hell, as a vampire they know exactly how to get rid of bloodstains.

The Spouse:

I think spouse can see past the rough and tough exterior and see how much hurt and sorrow is hidden inside MC, and honestly they want to help MC, they want to fix everything and make it all okay but they know they can't. They've both lost something they'll never be able to get back and some days feel like a living hell. The main thing is that MC is alive, and yes things are going to be different, they've both changed, but Spouse is ready and willing to get to know MC again, to be there for them. Sure, MC's new attitude and outlook makes them sad deep down, but they're not putting MC at fault. Spouse just hopes one day MC will be able to let them pass behind that protective wall they've built in the three years they were apart.

#werewolf noir #werewolf noir asks #werewolf noir ros #the spouse #the burglar #the hunter #the ghost #the loner #the detective

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ohnococo · 4 years

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Hi🥰♥️ this is me again, hope I don't bother you too much with my questions if sometimes you mind it just let me know.🙇🏻‍♀️

I have a question for Reiner hihihi.

Reiner who takes care of a baby for a day. what does it give?

It’s never a bother! Thank you again for requesting ^-^ I wrote a small something for this! Hope you like it. 💛

Reiner babysitting Annie and Bertholdt’s baby for a day (Modern AU)

Under the cut for length

Bertholdt and Annie were Reiner’s closest friends, so of course he'd be an important part in their baby's life. He’d offered his help to his two friends many times, from right when they'd announced they were expecting, taking his role as a surrogate uncle very seriously. He just wasn't expecting to be helping them with something like that so soon. Sure, he'd kept an eye on the newborn when one of them needed to leave the room for a moment. He'd even been among the first to visit them at the hospital after Annie's thankfully routine birth. As much as he'd been with them every step of the way, including many a night sat with Bertholdt before their daughter was born talking out all of his hopes and dreams and worries for the child, Reiner still felt unprepared when only a few months in he was asked to babysit.

Of course he said yes, he'd seen his two friends looking more and more tired as the days had gone on, both of them functional but Bertl more than a little out of it thanks to his restless nights. As much as Annie asked him to sleep through the night when she was taking shift feeding the baby every few hours, he just couldn't do it, he had to be there and watch as Annie held the child and rocked it back to sleep only to wake up and do it all over again before she'd had time to properly rest. Reiner meant it when he said he'd do anything to help his friends out, and three months in while little Mara was still struggling to find a sleep cycle, the two of them really needed a day without constant diaper changes and onesie clean ups and just... zero sleep.

So here Reiner was, arriving at the Hoover household early in the morning with an overnight bag in tow, and sitting there as Annie goes over every little thing he might need to know about caring for their precious baby for the next 24 hours. It was all written down, of course, and had been explained to Reiner over the phone, and then explained again through a series of rambling texts from Bertl... and while Annie's tone was laced with a very serious warning of 'you'd better take perfect care of her or i'll beat your ass' the couple did know the child was in good hands. They were still first time parents, though, so each tip and trick and detail needed to be relayed ten times to ease their own worries.

As they finally set off for the hotel in town for their much needed day of rest and relaxation with only each other, Annie is predictably dry eyed, though it took her about 15 minutes to stop kissing her baby's chubby little cheeks and saying again and again to her, “Mommy will be back soon, I love you Mara, Mommy loves you.”

Bertholdt, however, outright sobs. Reiner reminds him the baby is in safe hands, that he'll be back soon, and that they can even Facetime later on. He can't help but chuckle to himself at his friend's reaction, noting that he hadn't intended to soothe two babies today.

The day starts off simply enough for Reiner, at this point he's luckily gotten used to how absolutely tiny babies are, and holds little Mara with great care. Mara is also quite used to how giant Reiner is, happy to be held safely in his large hands as he rocks her gently until she falls asleep. Nap one out of the way, easily enough, as Reiner sets her down in the bassinet in Bertholdt and Annie's bedroom - they'd thankfully warned him that she was more used to sleeping in their room than she was at sleeping in her own crib thanks to Annie's need to constantly have a watchful eye on her.

The task proves itself not so easy as the moment Reiner lifts his hands from Mara she stirs, fussing and crying at the loss of contact. The awful, awful sound of her wailing is not something he was prepared for, and the way her cries form a pit of despair in his stomach has him putting his hand on her chest right away. The instinctual move seems to soothe her, and he cries go from little sniffles and hiccups, to her cooing happily once more as she gives a beaming toothless smile to Reiner. Soon enough, her lids are heavy and she's off to sleep again, so Reiner counts his blessings that such a simple action could stop her terrible cries.

Again, he slowly pulls his hand away from Mara, and again she awakens, fussing and crying and pulling at Reiner's heartstrings. They hadn't warned him that he'd need to be with her at all times, even to keep her sleeping. So he does what he must, and pulls her out of her bassinet to rest on his chest as he leans back on his friends’ bed and lets the baby take her nap resting against him. Luckily, he at least has his phone for entertainment, texting Bertloldt with one hand as he keeps the other securely on Mara's back.

Reiner: she wont sleep unless im holding her. you couldve warned me.

Bertholdt texts back immediately, likely panicking the moment he saw a notification from his friend.

Bertl: she's like that with the FIL too. it's cause you're both like a furnace.

Then, a moment later:

Bertl: the baby carrier is in the hall closet, sorry Rei 😅

Reiner sighs heavily, then checks that the sudden movement of his chest hasn't awoken Mara. Happy that it hasn't, he makes a mental note to check if the baby carrier will fit him, his form being much broader than either Annie or Bertholdt's.

One hour long nap and a changed diaper later, he finds that the baby carrier does indeed fit him, and he spends most of the rest of the day with little Mara strapped to his chest when she isn't laid out on a blanket on the floor in front of him as he entertains her with toys. He's so wrapped up in making sure he does everything correctly that he doesn't even think about the fact that he's discovered he's somehow a natural at this. Diaper changes don't disgust him in the least, the tedious work of preparing, cleaning, and sanitizing bottles almost soothes him, and babies are luckily very easily entertained. He does admit to himself that most of the thanks goes to Mara being a sweet baby, happy as long as he keeps at least a hand on her.

Reiner ends up sleeping in Bertholdt and Annie's room, bassinet right next to him on the bed with a hand laying across Mara's chest. They both sleep the whole night through, in fact, barring Reiner's alarms set for her feeding time, but overall it's an easy night, something that he points out smugly to his friends once they return in the early hours of the morning.

"I slept great, I don't know what you two are always whining about." he's only half joking, feeling more confident in caring for Mara as he bounces her lightly to burp her after her morning feeding. Annie is quick to take her back from him, giving her little one every kiss she wasn't able to while away. Annie offers him an eye roll, then a small thanks.

Reiner is happy to do it again, loving seeing his friends return looking much more well rested, though he won't be too keen on having a stiff shoulder in the morning from having to drape it over a bassinet.

#my writing #requests #aot fic #reiner #annie #Bertholdt #bertholdt x annie

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amjustagirl · 4 years

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Chapters: one. ~ two. ~ three. ~ four. ~ five. ~ six. ~ seven.

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Summary:

Akaashi Keiji catches glimpses of another life in his dreams. He dreams of fields of endless gold, of constellation of stars that light up the night sky. He hears echoes of birdsong in her laughter, her songs to the gods in the wind.

Wordcount: 1.9k

Author’s note: This fic is a little different from my usual work, so I’m a little nervous about publishing it. If you do like it, would love if you leave a comment / reblog / anything!

Pro tip: Italics denote scenes in Akaashi’s dreams / past.

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But then his dreams start to take a dark turn, though he doesn’t notice it at the start.

There is light dancing on the edge of his eyelids, and when he blinks he finds himself in a field of never-ending gold. ‘You’re obsessed with flowers ’ he teases her, leaning on his hands to allow the breeze to ruffle his hair and whisper long lost secrets in his ear.

‘But they’re so pretty. It’s like they were put on this earth by the gods to remind us that life can be beautiful, after all.’

‘Now who’s being poetic, hm?’

‘Don’t tease! I’ll give you a more prosaic reason then. I’ve loved flowers ever since I worked for a florist after mum died to earn a little money on the side and ended up falling in love with the look on people’s faces when they buy flowers for themselves and the people they love. ’

‘Why don’t I see you work at the florist shop then? ’ He frowns, thinking of the bustling, cosy little shop in the town square owned by Hana-chan’s mom.

‘It didn’t work out’, she says simply. ‘Well, never mind that. Just shush and bask in the sun, let the sky gods weave rainbows into your dreams’.

Her words linger in his mind, and he foolishly finds himself searching for rainbows in the sky the next day.

‘Listen to the sky, Keiji ’, she calls, her laughter like birdsong. ‘ Do you think the wind will answer our prayers today?’

‘You answer my question first ’, he grumbles. ‘Hana-chan cornered me at school to scream at me to mind my own business again. Does that have anything to do with the bruises I saw on your arm last week? What kind of trouble are you getting yourself into when I’m not around? ’

‘Nosy, nosy Keiji ’, she teases, and he knows she’s just deflecting his concerns again. ‘You’re just overthinking things again’.

‘Promise me you’ll be careful’, he pleads. ‘Promise me you’re not doing anything stupid‘.

‘Stop worrying, silly boy, I promise I’ll be fine’, she murmurs, her voice lost in the wind.

‘You need to tell me what’s going on, you can’t go on like this at this rate’ , he hears himself say, desperation laced in his words.

He looks down. There is a tapestry of mottled bruises and angry welts on her arms, paint strokes of yellow and blue and purple and red that is gut-wrenching in the violence it implies.

‘It’s not my secret to tell, Keiji’ , she says, unwavering.

He wakes up, the pit in his stomach slowly filling up with dread. His dreams are turning out to be less like a shojo manga, more like a thriller that he suspects will give its protagonist a terrible end.

'Have you been a good friend to Hana-chan these days? ’ the man asks, an unfriendly smile playing on his lips.

Akaashi (or rather, him in her – though she’s in here somewhere too so it’s a little confusing) frowns, but accepts the box of vegetables and eggs held out to him anyway. ‘I suppose’, he answers, the load heavy in his arms, and the man seems to accept his response, humming an offbeat tune.

‘Well, I hope you can keep a secret, sweet girl’ the man laughs, tossing his cigarette butt on the grass before walking away. Sparks smoulder in the dry grass, and Akaashi hurries to balance the box on his hip before stamping them out.

‘That’s Hana-chan’s father, Nakamura-san ’, she tells him, voice strained. ‘I need you to act normal around him, got that?’

‘Might need you to find me the definition for your normal’ he says drily. ‘That word’s lost its meaning to me these days ’.

He hears her chuckle, but she doesn’t sound amused.

Hana-chan corners him when he’s in her body and he’s stupid enough not to notice the fist that swings his way.

‘I told you, you little creep’, she snarls, her nails digging into his arms. ‘I told you to stay the fuck away from me, but did you listen? No! I saw you last night, creeping around my family’s house with that stupid phone of yours – did you really think I wouldn’t notice you? I’m warning you to stay away or I will fucking end you, got that? ’

And she spits in his face, and he’s still left trying to make sense of the sting of cold liquid on his cheek when burning hands shove down the stairs. Concrete and human flesh clashes, the victor already predetermined, his body wracked with pain as he lands heavily, face down on the floor.

‘Last warning to stay away, you creep’, she shrieks before turning on her heel. There are no other students in the deserted hallway – not that anyone would come to help, not from his experience.

‘Are you finally going to tell me what’s going on, or do I have to piece your secrets together myself?’ he demands, when he scrapes himself off the floor, body aching from bruises in full bloom.

He can hear her breathe a sigh. ‘It’s a long story’ , she finally says.

‘Right now, all I have is time’ he answers drily. ‘Try me ’.

So she tells him about taking a part time job with Hana’s mom, the town’s florist for some extra cash. She tells him about the noises she hears whenever Hana’s mom steps out of the store, faint echoes of whimpers and sobs and broken cries for help, and how she puts two and two together when she sees the bruises on her classmate’s arms and legs. Her voice shakes when she tells him what she saw when she stole upstairs towards Hana’s bedroom one cloudy afternoon, how Hana’s dad gets off on hurting his teenage daughter, how she tried to report what she saw - but who’d believe the words of a teenage girl over the town mayor .

‘And now he’s taking it out on Hana-chan, which is why she hates me but I’m not going to let him stop me’, she tells him stubbornly and he can hear his past self gulp.

‘Are you insane? You shouldn’t get yourself involved. Tell someone, anyone. If you continue like this, you’re going to get yourself killed at this rate’.

‘Stop being a worrywart, Keiji! ’ she laughs, but the sound is hollow. ‘I’ll be fine, I promise’.

She’s back at the forest shrine, holding her hands together in prayer. The mangled remains of dandelions lie beside her knees, decapitated flower maidens sacrificed for wishes that they both know won’t ever come true.

‘I told you no one will listen to me, Keiji’, she cries, her face buried in her hands. ‘They all think I’m a little child who’s making up stories for attention ’.

‘There’s nothing you can do unless you have a record of it. Just keep your head down, or he’ll come after you next. How many times have I told you not to set yourself on fire to keep others warm? ’

Her head shoots up, and a feral grin ignites like wildfire on her face. ‘That’s brilliant, Keiji! ’

‘Wait no - that wasn’t meant to encourage you – that was meant to be metaphorical!’

‘If it all works out, it’s because of you! ’ she runs off, throwing her head back as she laughs, challenging the wind to catch her if it dares, before disappearing further into the woods.

‘You have got to be kidding me ’ he groans, kicking off the blankets to stare at his or well, her legs in horror. Dried blood is still caked into the deepest scrapes on her legs, and he can feel the ache from the bruises deep in his bones. ‘What on earth did you do?’

‘I may or may not have slipped when I was scaling Hana’s drainpipe’ .

He can feel the vein in his temple start to throb. ‘You what?’ he bites out.

‘They didn’t see me, I swear!’

He groans in despair this time, dropping his head in his hands. What is he supposed to do with someone so ridiculously obstinate?

‘If anything happens – ‘ she begins to say but he cuts her off before she can complete her sentence.

‘You promised me you wouldn’t do anything remotely risky and I refuse to let you put yourself in danger again. ’

She sighs, and worry flickers like a flame in his heart.

‘Fine – just. If anything happens – ‘

‘Which it won’t, not on my watch’ , he tells her firmly.

The smell of smouldering ash hits his nostrils.

His eyes fly awake. He’s back in the old wooden house again, but he chases his curiosity to the front yard, where he finds the letterbox razed to the ground.

‘A warning to stay out of his business ’, he hears her say, her voice determined. ‘But I’m not going to be spooked just by that. ’

‘You promised to be careful’ he shouts, properly angry this time. ‘Look at what you’ve done! ’.

‘I refuse to be a bystander to his madness’, she screams back. ‘I'd be tarred by his sins if I choose to do nothing about them. ’

His shirt is soaked in cold sweat when he stumbles out of bed, slapping his palms against his face to reassure himself that he’s not back in the dreamscape.

‘It’s not real. It can’t be real’, he tells his reflection firmly, but his mirror self only stares back at him.

In the morning, he skips class to make a trip back home, intent on leaving the omamori where it belongs, back in his childhood bedroom, so he can look forward to adulthood without these ridiculous dreams clouding his way. He stops by the florist on the way, as is his usual practice these days.

‘Flowers for your mother?’ the florist asks, when she opens the shutters to greet him, her first customer of the day.

‘Yes’, he answers shortly, and on an impulse he adds (because he needs something to fill the newly empty space on his desk) - ‘and maybe a houseplant. Something that’s relatively easy to take care of would do the trick.’

She hums in thought, fingers busy tying ribbons in the bunch of yellow roses for his mother. He doesn’t need to ask to know that the baby’s breath she includes is on the house.

‘What about rosemary?’ she suggests.

‘For remembrance?’ he asks, wrinkling his nose at the reference to Hamlet. The sudden thought of poor, mad Ophelia, floating dead in a stream, water lilies in her hair hits a chord that’s a little too jarring. ‘Um. Maybe a cactus might be better instead.’

He wonders if he’s imagining things, but he catches a flash of disappointment on her face before she replies easily - ‘sure!’, bending down to pull out a grumpy looking bulb full of thorns. Then she waves him off, his purchases packed in a neat brown bag. ‘Please come again!’

The cactus replaces the omamori, sitting neatly on his desk. It refuses to die even when he forgets to water it for weeks at a time.

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hello-im-not-a-possum · 3 years

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Werewolf Thomas x Merman Sammy.

This might end up taking multiple chapters, in addition to me digging in too deep, this ship in general just gives off a petty enemies, to reluctant allies due to supernatural circumstances, to ‘hey you’re not as bad as I thought.’, to friends, to lovers vibe.

Occam's razor indicates that the simplest explanation to a scenario is also the most likely scenario to be the true one.

For example: when an animation studio suddenly closes down and gets condemned, people who are on the outside looking in are much more likely to blame the studio's poor money management than go look for some extraordinary truth. That, paired with the workers of the said studio also coming out to site the terrible conditions of the place as an added cause for the studio's demise. When people have to work long hours with little pay to show for it in a dingy, gloomy, constantly-falling-apart studio that clearly wasn't going anywhere except six feet under or lower, they aren't exactly motivated to work hard or happy.

The Hunger was intense, growing beyond mere gnawing and was now consuming the cursed mechanic. The first change he felt was his teeth, the Curse deciding it was easier to make them all fall out at once so his new ones would grow in. He cut up his own tongue on the newly-made fangs. Call it an act of mercy or an act of mockery, but the tongue followed the teeth's example, falling out altogether so that the tongue of a wolf could grow in.

No one batted an eye when a majority of the studio's former workers left with some of them being untraceable, the lucky ones moved on to greener and happier pastures, others simply got a change in scenery, and sadly, accidents happen all the time in such an unsafe studio, people got severely injured in there all the time, so it was gut-wrenching for many, but not a shock to discover that it was common for unlucky people to lose their lives in the Dancing Demon's domain.

His entire body burned on the inside and outside, taking off his clothes did nothing for him as his new, thick coat grew in, a coat that was the same pitch black as his hair, at least, most of it was. The change did not hurt as much as he thought it would. As painful as it sounded when his bones became a crackling choir that reminded him of fireworks, it was not pure agony, he was sore, afraid, and so, very, very, hungry, but he was physically fine.

No one suspected anything like somebody intentionally sabotaging the many pipes that pumped ink through the entire building, that would just be silly! It was more than obvious that the pipes got the same treatment as the rotting wooden walls: they were ignored until it was too late. With all the wood, paper, flammable ink, candles, no windows, and avid smokers in that place, it was only a matter of time before that place went up in flames.

Colors began to dim and fade out leaving him with vision that could only see black, white, and the several shades of gray inbetween them. The trade off with his senses made itself clear as his sense of smell and hearing both grew stronger, he could barely think as the smells and sounds his human self had been blind to came to him at full force, overwhelming the mechanic. He held back the urge to scream and call for help, he knew none would come, unless it was the dogcatcher at this point. However he would not hold back the urge to whine, whimper and cry, as pathetic as he looked and sounded, he would at least give himself that mercy, even if he didn't deserve it.

No one thought the ink machine was anything more but an expensive and stupid project that definitely sped up the studio's already fast decline, but only with it's mere presence. Honestly, a machine that made models out of ink, wouldn't it be cheaper and easier to make a statue of your beloved mascots out of plastic or something like that?

Thomas yelped in surprise when the tail grew in, it felt like somebody gave his spine a good sharp yank. He was furious, scared, even remorseful as he knew he was responsible for this happening to himself and possibly others knowing Mr. Drew, and by god, did he want to sink his teeth into something.

No one except for crazy cross-clutching worrywarts who want to spoil every one else's fun and or conspiracy theorists would assume that the Little devil darling who graced the comics and silver screens for at least a decade would have literal satanic magic going on behind the scenes, no matter how screwy the man in charge seemed.

He was starving all day ever since the ritual, but now that the changes were over, he felt hungrier than ever before, like his stomach was a black hole that would make him consume everything in his path.

No one would ever seriously suggest that magic was real and led to being the studio's final nail in the coffin instead of becoming its savior like it's founder had wanted it to.

In the moment, Thomas Conner believed that Occam's razor was bullshit.

The mechanic knew what he'd seen, he knew to an extent what he took part in, he saw what happened to some of the unluckier members of the "Missing" studio workers, and most importantly of all, he experienced what he just went through. There was no 'simple' or 'normal' explanation for it; the ritual failed and as a result, he and a handful of other people had gotten cursed.

Here the new wolf was, squeezing his now much larger body underneath his bed to do nothing but cower like a frighted animal while trying to convince himself not to panic or to eat his pet snake. Keeping his human mind at the moment was both a blessing and a cur- -some extra salt to rub into his fresh wounds.

On one hand, the fact he was still smart enough to know better than to jump out the window and follow his nose for food like his instincts were telling him to was a lifesaver that kept him safe from animal control. On the other hand; if he was a beast in mind, he would at least be doing something more productive than sulking in his apartment thinking about anything else other than how badly he got fucked over, how his life was in shatters and how he had nobody but himself to blame for it (Well, aside from Joey, but that wasn't the point).

While far from ideal, his current plan was to remain under that bed, try his best to go to sleep, and occasionally chew its legs to stop himself from going on a rampage. He might not be the most supernaturally informed person, but he had seen enough werewolf horror flicks to know that nothing good would come if he gave into his hunger or if he tried to leave. Best case scenario; he'd become as sick as a dog after eating something he found in the garbage. Worst case scenario; Somebody decides that he'd make a great living room rug and BANG!

And then, his ears perked up as he heard the song.

It was a simple, repetitive tune, made with a music box maybe? It was the first time he heard it yet it felt familiar to him. The song itself was muffled, used a lot of ambiance in its melody, and if he strained his ears enough, he could almost pick up the sound of a voice singing along with it, but it was far too faint for him to tell who or what was singing, let alone what the lyrics to the song were. It sounded nice in spite of it's strangeness, but it gave him goosebumps. He knew it wasn't playing from the radio, he only kept it on when he was fixing something at home.

The curious wolf struggled to push a window open with his snout to figure out where it was coming from. He was making progress, the song did sound slightly less muffled now that he was poking his head out the window. Was it just him, or did the tune become faster? And it was also louder and more frantic, and he swore that the constantly repeating motif sounded like something he knew. The mechanic never considered himself to be a man with a keen ear for music, but he knew he heard it before.

Three short notes, three slightly longer notes, three more short notes, again and again and again repeating endlessly...---...Wait a minute. Thomas didn't recognize that pattern from a song, he recognized that that was a call for help!

"Don't do it..." He grumbled to himself as he put his paws up on the windowsill. "You don't know what'll happen, or if you'll even get there in time. Just go back inside and you'll figure out what to do with yourself in the morning."

The song, almost as if it was aware he was trying to ignore it like he was ignoring his hunger, grew louder and faster.

"Don't give in..." The wolf turned back. "You can't help anyone like this anyway, you'll only end up hurting yourself."

It... started to die down, back to its regular, chilling melody and grew even softer. Flickering away like a candlelight in the cold.

"Don't..." The wolf let out a very tired sigh as he looked out the window. "Oh fuck me."

Thomas leapt out the window and sped towards the source of the song, not caring who or what saw him in the city that never sleeps, he bolted directly into the forest. He tried to block out the new sounds of various creatures he couldn't hear before as well as the new smells of the earth underneath his paws and the plants all around him.

Strange marks were on the ground, they looked like someone dragging themselves through the dirt and the marks themselves smelled vaguely of fish and ink.

The song, while faint was very close, he was hot on the mysterious caller's trail! In fact, the wolf's new sense of smell started to become useful as he picked up some familiar scents in the woods; the smell of ink, smoke from a fire, and the smell of cologne- Wait, he recognized that specific cologne, it was that fancy European brand that the "missing" hot-headed music director used to keep himself from smelling like cigar smoke, vomit, and despair.

And the voice of the singer in the distress call 'song' did sound like him now that he was close enough to hear it. He felt a pit of dread in his stomach that almost made him forget his hunger. He knew that the musician was far too prideful to call for help for anyone unless this was his very last option and his will to live made the difficult task of overpowering his ego.

Squelch.

Almost confirming his fears and adding a new one that he was too late, the mechanic made the mistake of looking down and saw that he stepped on a severed leg. A black, tar-like substance that smelled like ink and rotten meat was squeezed out of the part of the thigh that should've been attached to a person.

"...Mr. Lawrence?" He hesitantly called out, thankfully getting him an exhausted groan in response. "Lawrence, where are you?"

"Here." A hoarse yet relieved sounding voice answered. "Look down."

The wolf looked down into a shallow pool to see what had become of the musician. If he was being honest with himself, he wouldn't deny that the music director was always easy on the eyes, and while the curse effected him drastically, that fact about him didn't change.

The water was clear enough to show off the musician's jet black, fish-like tail which glistened in the moonlight, the still human half of his body went through some changes as well; his hands were webbed and clawed, unlikely to properly hold any instrument, let alone use it, his torso, arms, and neck had patches of black scales scattered about haphazardly like splashes of paint on a canvas. Aside from the siren's new set of teeth (which looked like they could haunt anyone's nightmares), waist-long hair when it was previously shoulder length hair, and glassier eyes, the man's head seemed relatively unchanged.

"Could you stop gawking!?" Sammy re-positioned himself to keep his tail out of sight, or at least he tried to, the damn thing was two thirds of his body and he didn't exactly have something to cover himself up with. "I'm not exactly 'thrilled’ about this... Change, for lack of a better term."

"That's one way to put it." The mechanic almost let out a sympathetic chuckle. "I’d never thought I’d be saying this, but it’s great to see you haven’t died yet.”

“Why thank you.” The merman sarcastically responded. “That’s exactly why I went through all the trouble of literally singing my fucking lungs out!” He exclaimed while gesturing to a pair of charcoal-black things that the wolf previously thought were rocks. “To hear you tell me that ‘it’s great I haven’t died yet’.”

The wolf rolled his eyes.

“So why did you go through all the trouble for summoning me here then? Aside from the whole ...fish thing, you seem perfectly fine.”

“It... wasn't intentional.” The fish-man begrudgingly admitted, his voice sounded bitter, but his eyes shone with fear. “I wasn’t thinking about who or what would hear me or come at the moment. My body was falling apart before my eyes and all that was on my mind during it was; ‘Oh god, I’m going to die here, aren’t I?! And if not, my life will be ruined beyond repair!’. And when I sang out as a panicked response, you became the first to show up. Nothing more, nothing less.”

The siren swam to the other side of his aquatic prison and sighed resignedly.

Tom’s ears folded back in guilt, It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the musician was cursed by the failed ritual HE played a giant part in. As strongly as he disliked the musician, it didn’t feel right to leave him like this; alone, scared, and immobile in a place that could even spell out his death if he was unlucky enough.

He walked over to the other side of the pool and laid down beside the edge of it.

“Hey, you don’t need water to breathe, right?”

The siren looked confused.

“I’ve been breathing air just fine, in fact, I think one of the few advantages to this new body is that it replaced my old lungs with healthier ones. Why are you asking?”

“Climb on my back and I’ll take you out of here, granted, I don’t know where we’re gonna go, but where ever it is, it’ll be better than sitting around waiting for your pool to dry up.”

The merman, while hesitant, did climb up on the wolf man’s back, wrapping his arms around his neck to keep him from falling off, the wolf stood up and ran deeper into the woods.

#bendy and the ink machine #thomas connor #sammy lawrence #fanfic #sammy x thomas #body horror

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Map of the Soul Drabble #3

Drabble #3 - One Potato, Two Potato

Pairing: Seokjin x reader (platonic)

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 6.5K+

Warning: Death of a family member (cancer), cursing, bad jokes/puns, funerals, family drama

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Even though the sky was clear and sunny, your body felt cold and cloudy. Warm rays of sunlight streamed through stained glass across the collection of potted plants and floral arrangements in the room, all of it surrounding the varnished black walnut casket which sat center stage at the front. After a long 7 years of fighting against an invisible enemy, your grandmother finally succumbed to cancer, taking part of your heart to the heavens with her. You gathered together with your family to say your final goodbyes, and not a soul in the funeral home could get your tears to stop falling.

“I’m worried about her,” you heard your father whisper behind you. “She hasn’t stopped crying since last night.”

“I know, honey,” your mother responded. “But you know how close they were. You can’t just expect her to be okay overnight. It will take some time for her to heal.”

“If only Seokjin would get here sooner,” your father grumbled. “He always knows how to cheer her up.”

There was truth behind your father’s grumbles. Your favorite cousin, Seokjin, never failed to bring a smile to your face with his clever quips and his never-ending assault of cheesy jokes. In the midst of your current despair, however, you doubted whether he would be able to pull you out of the pit of misery in which you were currently drowning.

You pulled yet another tissue from the box in your hands and swiped at the ceaseless drops spilling past your eyelashes. You frowned slightly at the darkened wet spots dappled across the fabric of your pink floral romper.

Ugh, I knew I shouldn’t have worn mascara.

“Oh, look, honey,” your mother whispered while tapping your shoulder. “I think the Kims just arrived.”

You sniffled and wiped at your nose before turning toward the entrance, and sure enough, the entire Kim clan was filtering into the funeral home. Your aunt waved in your direction, and your mother sent back an equally enthusiastic wave in response. In mere moments, the two of them were embracing and chattering away in hushed voices about incoming relatives, friends, and the big dinner taking place after the funeral. Your father patted your shoulder, encouraging you to keep out of their gossipy affairs.

You sighed heavily and scanned the room, looking for Seokjin’s broad shoulders and tousled chestnut locks, but he was nowhere to be seen. Discouraged, you turned back to gaze at the myriad floral arrangements landscaping the front of the room. As luck would have it, everyone knew your grandmother remarkably well. Every bouquet was in a shade of pink and the delightful rosy hues transformed the dreary box into a chest containing a precious treasure. It was soothing to look upon the roses, carnations, lilies, and other flowers all lending their delicate fragrance and beauty to the somber scene before you.

A side door creaked open to reveal two funeral home workers carrying in two more large floral arrangements. One was decked out in the signature pink motif, but the other was a ghastly collection of yellow and purple blooms with a hideous printed bow and gold foil wrapping around the bottom of the pot.

“Where did that monstrosity come from?” uttered a voice from your left. “It’s an eyesore.”

You turned just in time to raise your eyebrows as a newly bleached blonde Seokjin slid into the seat next to you with a scowl on his face. His rosy button up shirt was accented with a fuchsia pocket square and tie combo, and you smiled at his strict adherence to your grandmother’s signature color. Pink just accentuated Seokjin’s personality perfectly; it was light, comforting, and full of life. The horrid yellow and purple creation invading the flower arrangements was an affront to Seokjin’s very nature, and you could tell he was not having it.

“Help me hide that hideous thing in the back,” Seokjin requested with a pat to your knee. “Before anyone sees it.”

The urgency in his voice drew a small smile on your lips and you readily followed him to the front of the room. You both made a big show of rearranging the flowers and potted plants, and through a little misdirection, you hid the sore thumb behind a mountain of pink roses and lilies. With the funeral faux pas handled, you and Seokjin meandered back to your seats and sighed with relief.

“Glad that’s done,” Seokjin smirked. “High five for teamwork!”

With his large hand lifted just above your head, you grinned and gladly granted him the high five. Seokjin’s comforting presence seemed to have cleared some of the gloomy rain clouds which refused to dissipate in the wake of your grandmother’s death. More people began filing into the funeral home and Seokjin placed his arm around you and drew you close.

“I still can’t believe she’s gone,” he whispered. “It doesn’t feel real.”

“My heartbreak feels real,” you countered. “I was just talking to her the other day, Jinnie.”

“I know,” he pouted. “I called her a few days ago too. I was still missing a few of her recipes for the family cookbook. We’re going to have to dig through her stuff at the house to figure out the rest on our own.”

“Whatever you need, Jinnie,” you promised. “I’m just glad she was able to share some of those things with us. Don’t worry. We will find the rest. I don’t know what I would do if we could never taste those things again.”

“It’ll take some practice to get them just right,” Seokjin sighed. “But we really need to find the rest. Between you and me, I think we can handle it. Right, goguma?”

“Awwww, goguma,” you sniffled. “Grandma won’t ever be able to call me a sweet potato again.”

“I know,” Seokjin said comfortingly. “But I’m still here, and I will continue to call you goguma from now on.”

“Thank you, Jinnie,” you smiled. “Does that mean I get to call you gamja?”

“But of course,” Seokjin chuckled. “What good is a sweet potato without her savory counterpart? Together, we can find those last remaining secret recipes.”

“Typical Grandma,” you mused. “Never wanting to give away the best recipes. Not even the secret things she would do aside from the written recipe!”

“I know,” Seokjin huffed. “Remember what she would tell us instead?”

Seokjin rearranged his face to take on the look of an old lady with a smirk.

“And that’s all,” Seokjin creaked out in a faux granny voice. “Unless you want to get a little fancy.”

“And of course, she always got fancy,” you seethed. “Sneaky old lady.”

“The sneakiest,” Seokjin agreed. “I guess I have to take over that position now.”

“I’ll fight you for it,” you challenged with a smile and you both put up your dukes.

Your quiet giggles were interrupted by a grim faced man in a gray suit tapping the podium microphone. A cacophony of feedback and groans from the guests erupted across the room, culminating in a clearing of the throat and a somber “Pardon me.”

“Pardon me,” the somber man repeated. “Will everyone please take their seats? We will begin the service in a few minutes.”

Everyone crowded into the long pews, and soon, only standing room was available. The beloved matriarch of your family certainly touched an abundance of lives in her time on Earth, and that sentiment carried you forth as the service began. Family members and friends took turns reading words of comfort and praise, and you and Seokjin even contributed a reading of your grandmother’s favorite poem. When all was said and done, the service continued on to the cemetery where your grandmother was finally laid to rest beside your already departed grandfather.

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“Kim Seokjin, I’m warning you!” you growled. “If you fuck up my hair, I will literally murder you.”

Seokjin’s barely contained guffaws spilled out as squeaks and squawks as he continued to apply pink dye to the bleached sections of your hair before folding them up with foil.

“Relax,” Seokjin chuckled as he continued working. “This isn’t my first time doing someone’s hair. You’re in good hands.”

You grumbled slightly as Seokjin continued to foil wrap more blonde sections of hair around your face, but you relaxed when you realized how focused Seokjin was. After questioning his new blonde look, he explained his clever scheme to pay tribute to your grandmother by dying his treasured brown tresses to a brilliant pink color. After expressing your desire to do the same, you were now sitting in her bathroom with foil sheets, bowls of bleach and dye on the counter and one of your grandmother’s favorite dressing gowns covering your clothes.

“That should do it,” Seokjin announced as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. “Now, we just wait for the dye to set.”

“How many foils did you use?” you questioned while lifting a few covered sections. “I look like an aluminum pinecone over here.”

“Not that many,” he admitted while adjusting the plastic shower cap on his head. “I think I bleached about 13 different sections. Maybe a bit more? You should’ve just done your whole head like me.”

“I don’t want to be twinsies, Seokjinnie,” you replied. “I just want a little pop of pink.”

“Hey,” Seokjin smirked. “What do you call a country with only pink cars?”

You perked up and grinned at your smug cousin, noting that he was desperately trying to hold the punchline in.

“What,” you relented.

“A Pink Car-nation!” Seokjin sputtered.

You both gave in to the absurdity of the cheesy joke and you wandered into your grandmother’s room to sit on her small pink loveseat.

“I always loved this little nook in her room,” you sighed wistfully. “Remember when we’d watch cooking shows with her in here?”

“Yup, every Thursday night,” Seokjin beamed. “I purposely avoided school activities that met on Thursdays so that I never missed an evening with her.”

“She loved those shows,” you reminisced. “Remember when we found all those old Iron Chef episodes on YouTube? She loved it!”

“Not as much as she loved watching Iron Chef America,” Seokjin reminded you. “She had a crush on both Alton Brown and the Chairman.”

“No way,” you argued. “She wanted Morimoto and Michael Symon! She always loved their dishes the best.”

“I think we can agree that she just loved food,” Seokjin chuckled. “The woman had a passion for feeding us delicious things.”

You both sighed and nodded your head, your thoughts replaying touching memories of your grandmother in an attempt to summon her spirit into the room.

“What are we gonna do without her, gamja?” you sniffled. “Things are never going to be the same around here.”

“I don’t know,” Jin huffed. “I’m sure we’ll think of something, goguma.”

A gentle knock pulled you both out of your reverie and your aunt appeared at the doorway with a pink plastic tote in her hands. Her eyebrows rose comically when she peeped the hair accessories you were both rocking, but she shook her head and decided that silence was best in this situation.

“I figured you two would be in here,” she smiled softly. “This was always your place with her.”

“Yeah, we just feel closer to her in here,” you replied.

“What’s that, eomma?” Seokjin gestured at the tote in his mother’s hands. “More of Grandma’s stuff for the closet?”

“Actually, it was on one of the chairs in the dining room,” she explained. “We saw it when we were clearing places for dinner. There’s a note inside. It’s addressed to the two of you...from her.”

Both you and Seokjin bolted off the couch, arms ready to receive this newfound treasure. The glossy opaque exterior did nothing to offer any explanation as to the contents of the container. Noting the intimate nature of this discovery, your aunt stepped forward and gingerly placed the container on the coffee table. After giving your hand a gentle squeeze and offering a kiss to Seokjin’s cheek, she offered a small smile and left without another word.

You and Seokjin sank back into the couch cushions and stared at the pink plastic taunting you from the coffee table. After a moment, you glanced at Seokjin and realized that he was too dumbstruck to do anything.

“I’m going to open it, Jinnie,” you announced. “Is that ok?”

Seokjin could only nod with furrowed brows and his breath caught as you lifted the lid to reveal a pile of multicolored pieces of paper stacked inside topped with a folded sheet of pink lined paper. The box released the scent of coriander, bergamot, lavender, and peppercorns and your eyes watered at the nostalgic scent of your grandmother. You took the folded note into your hand and began to unfold it as Seokjin sat forward to hear you read what was inside. Tears sprang to your eyes as you quickly scanned the page and began to read.

My Dearest Gamja & Sweetest Goguma,

I know that I will not be able to help you finish the cookbook that you’ve been working so hard on, and I apologize for that. I know that whatever you two “cook up” will be amazing, with or without my help. You two will always be my favorites, but don’t ever tell anyone that, not even your parents. They’ll just be jealous, or “jelly” as you kids like to say. I know this isn’t much of a gift, but it’s my most precious possession in the world besides my family. Inside this box, you’ll find the last of my secret recipes. (Yes, the ones you’ve been bugging me about for months now. I also threw in a few extra things just for you two.) Please take this knowledge and put it to good use. Remember that whenever you get stuck in a recipe that it’s ok to improvise. Always trust your instincts and believe in your skills (because I taught you most of them), and if all else fails, just know that I will be proud of you no matter what you do. I love you both more than you will ever know. Please take care of each other and don’t forget that it’s always a good idea to get a little fancy in the kitchen.

Always your little kitchen fairy,

Grandma

P.S. Don’t you dare get rid of my aprons! I worked very hard on those. They belong in the kitchen.

You sniffled as you took in the elegant swirls of her handwriting and the esoteric scribbles in the margins. You were about to comment about one particular doodle to Seokjin, but then you looked up and noticed his reddened ears, his tear streaked cheeks, and his trembling lips.

“Oh, gamja,” you cried out. “What’s wrong?”

“I just-,” Seokjin tried to speak, but failed. “I just miss her so much, goguma. She just got us, you know? No one else really gets us. She always did, and now, she’s gone.”

His last word died on his lips and he could no longer hold back the choking sob clawing at his throat. You quickly placed the letter back on the table and threw your arms around your cousin’s quaking shoulders. The two of you held onto each other, sobbing in your shared grief and comforting each other as best you could.

“We knew this was going to happen at some point, Jinnie,” you muttered into his shoulder. “She couldn’t keep fighting forever. At least we know that she’s not in pain anymore.”

“I know,” he pouted petulantly. “Doesn’t mean I wanted her to leave us.”

“She didn’t completely leave us,” you assured him. “She left us this. Now, we can finish putting together this cookbook. It will be her family legacy.”

That thought seemed to sit well with Seokjin because he released a shaky exhale and straightened up. He leaned over to pull a few tissues out of the crocheted tissue box on the coffee table and he handed you one while he dabbed at the wetness on his flushed cheeks. After you’d both composed yourselves, you began digging through the items in the pink container.

“Oh my God!” Seokjin exclaimed while lifting several pieces of paper. “She finally gave up those last few gems that we kept asking her about.”

“You got her cookie recipe?!” you gasped. “And what about that soup she always makes when we’re sick?”

“It’s all here!” Seokjin confirmed. “The cookies, the soup, and even that chicken dish she only made for special occasions. She even gave us some cooking tips. You know, the stuff she would always do that wasn’t in the recipes? She wrote it all down here in the margins. This is fantastic! You just need to help me put it together.”

You continued perusing the contents of the container and noticed some irregularities in the organization. Your grandmother was a culinary genius, but keeping things neat and in order was not one of her strong suits.

“I think we’re missing a page, Jinnie,” you pouted. “I can’t find the second half of this cookie recipe. I wanted to make some for dessert tonight. Help me find it.”

You both began digging through the dozens of pages of notes in the container, and it was proving to be quite the task. Seokjin frantically filtered through several sheets of paper seeking the page in question. With the copious collection of Post-it notes, sticky flags, and impromptu bookmarks, the coffee table was an absolute disaster area within minutes.

“I swear I just saw that page,” Seokjin grumbled. “It had a blue tab on it and it had a little whale scribbled in the corner of the page.”

“Is the one that you’re holding in your hand?” you quipped with a smile.

Seokjin examined the paper in his hand and his head fell back in defeat. You could barely control the giggle that was threatening to escape from your lips.

“Seriously?” Seokjin groaned. “We’ve been looking for this for like five minutes already.”

“It’s fine, gamja,” you assured him. “You know what they say, if you’re searching for something, take an apple with you.”

You gestured at yourself and Seokjin smiled.

“And why is that?” Seokjin mused.

“So that your search will be fruitful,” you grinned.

You both chuckled at your lame pun, and you could see Seokjin gearing up for one of his infamous cheesy jokes.

“We should’ve called you sagwa instead of goguma, y’know?” Seokjin suggested. “But grandma always said you were too soft and sweet to be an apple, even if your middle name is Eris.”

“I yam what I yam,” you gloated. “There’s no arguing with her logic.”

“Hey,” Seokjin chuckled. “Why do sweet potatoes make good detectives?”

“Why?” you smiled.

“Because they keep their eyes peeled,” Seokjin responded before exploding into a fit of squeaky laughter.

The two of you collected yourselves after the giggles calmed down and stacked the handwritten notes back into the pink container for safekeeping. Once you got the chance, you were going to begin typing everything up and creating a digital template for the cookbook. Your best friend/soulmate, Taehyung, was creating some dazzling layouts and original artwork that would be used to decorate the cookbook and commemorate your grandmother.

After rinsing the pink dye out of each other’s hair in the shower with your grandmother’s removable shower head, you and Seokjin dried your hair and styled it the best you could with your grandmother’s limited styling products. You wove your hair into a pair of French braid pigtails and the brilliant hues of pink peeking through your dark hair filled you with glee.

Perfect.

You turned to see Seokjin arranging his rosy bangs so that his forehead was still exposed when you had a brilliant idea.

“Want to help me make some of Grandma’s cookies, gamja?” you chirped. “We should make a double batch for everyone that’s coming.”

“I’m down,” Seokjin replied with a grin. “As long as we have this recipe, what could go wrong?”

30 MINUTES LATER

“This doesn’t look right, gamja,” you huffed while scanning the recipe ingredients on the page again. “The dough feels too wet. I think we did something wrong.”

Seokjin walked over and looked at the sticky mess coating your hands and then glanced back at the page you were still decoding.

“You’re right,” Seokjin agreed. “Something isn’t right.”

You wiped as much of the greasy dough back into the bowl as you could before walking over to the sink to wash your hands of the sticky substance. Whatever it was, it was definitely not cookies. You dried your hands on the flamingo print towel hanging from your pink ruffled apron and groaned at the unchanging list of ingredients on the page. You didn’t even notice when your cousin Sana wandered in and peeked over your shoulder.

“What is this?” she asked abruptly, nearly giving you a heart attack.

“Holy shit, Sana,” you gasped while clutching your chest. “Where the hell did you come from, you little ninja?”

“Your mom sent me inside to get tablecloths,” she griped. “Where are they, anyway?”

Seokjin opened a cabinet and pulled out a pile of folded pink patterned tablecloths and handed them to Sana. She gazed at his hair for a second too long and Seokjin took that as an invitation to strike a pose.

“You like it?” Seokjin prompted. “Looks good, huh?”

Sana’s sharp gaze cut across to your braids and she raised a judgmental eyebrow at the pink threaded in your dark hair.

“We did it for Grandma,” you explained. “Something to pay tribute to her memory.”

Sana’s countenance relaxed and she nodded with a smirk.

“Well, that’s ok then,” Sana murmured. “If you’re going to look ridiculous, at least it’s for a good cause.”

Both you and Seokjin gaped at her snarky remark and your eyes followed her as she made her way to the hallway. She paused for a moment and turned back with a huff.

“By the way,” Sana grumbled. “One of your friends is here.”

“Oh, is it Tae?” you hoped. “He’s supposed to be getting here today. His parents couldn’t drive him yesterday so he missed the funeral.”

“Ugh, no,” Sana snapped. “It’s not your idiot best friend. It’s some girl.”

“Soulmate, Sana, not idiot best friend,” you admonished playfully. “They may mean the same thing, but Tae is big on labels.”

“Whatever,” Sana rolled her eyes. “It’s not him. Just come outside and get your friend. I don’t know who she is, but she’s kinda annoying.”

“I’ll go out in a minute,” you replied while studying the recipe once again. “Jin-Jin and I are working on the cookies right now. We need to figure out what’s wrong with the recipe.”

Sana leaned in and looked at the dough in the mixing bowl and scowled.

“That dough looks like shit,” she growled. “What did you do to it?”

“Sana!” you exclaimed with a start. “Rude much?”

“What?” Sana argued. “It does! My dog’s shit looks like that if she eats too much fried food.”

“You know, she’s got a point, goguma,” Seokjin commented lightly. “Maybe we missed something in the recipe?”

“Just dry it out,” Sana suggested. “It looks too wet to be cookie dough.”

“Huh?” you recoiled. “How would you know that?”

“Trust me,” Sana smirked. “I’ve stolen a lot of cookie dough out of Grandma’s freezer. I know what it should look like.”

With the mischievous smirk still pulling her lips into a sneer, Sana turned and left the kitchen with a little hitch in her step.

“That little hellion,” Seokjin mused. “Should we tell her that Grandma knew about her thievery all along?”

“And ruin the illusion that she’s a sneaky little thief?” you giggled. “Nah, maybe later. I’m just surprised she paid so much attention to the texture of the dough. She’s one smart cookie after all.”

“I guess she’s a cookie dough expert,” Seokjin chuckled. “Do you know what they call a smart cookie?”

“What?” you smirked with anticipation.

“Academia nut,” Seokjin replied, then immediately fell into squeaky giggles.

You both enjoyed the lame pun and joke combo for a moment before looking back into the mixing bowl with frustration. You grabbed the ingredients page again and tried to puzzle out the mystery of the cookie recipe once again.

“Are you sure this is the right page to the cookie recipe, Jinnie?” you queried. “Maybe it was a different page.”

“Maybe?” Seokjin hummed. “Can you check the pink container again? Maybe we missed something.”

You took off your apron and placed it on a hook before walking back into the hall. You raced back to your grandmother’s room past the living room and shuffled through the box looking for the long lost cookie ingredient list. After flipping through a few pages, a loose piece of heavy cardstock fluttered to the ground. Upon further inspection, you immediately realized the problem with the recipe and you groaned loudly.

Grandma, you sneaky old lady!

You quickly headed back to the kitchen, but unfortunately, you didn’t get very far.

When you got back into the living room, a high pitched squeal assaulted your ears.

“HEY!” the voice bellowed. “THERE YOU ARE!”

Before you could trace the origin of the voice, a pair of arms enveloped you in a bear hug. You look past the wisps of caramel hair flapping in your eyes at your confused younger cousin Sana.

“She said she was here to see you,” Sana scowled. “I told her you were busy in the kitchen, but she wouldn’t listen. Friend of yours?”

“Well, of course she’s my friend,” the strange voice insisted. “We’ve been in the same class since second grade, haven’t we?”

As she pulled away to reveal her face, you nearly growled at the pair of pleading eyes belonging to the one and only Aeri. The same Aeri who once poured glitter glue into your pencil case, who was the sweetheart of your school, and who was infamous for going after all the popular, rich boys in town just to reap the benefits.

“I’m so sorry to hear about your grandmother,” Aeri squealed sadly. “I just wanted to come over and make sure you were doing ok.”

“I’m fine,” you said, suspicion etching little wrinkles around your eyes. “How did you know I was here?”

“Just a lucky guess,” she shrugged. “Your aunt said I could stay and help set up for the party as a sign of my condolences to your family. Isn’t that great?”

“Yeah, sure,” you commented, still unsure of her intentions. “Thank you.”

“Oh, you dyed your hair?” Aeri noted. “That’s an interesting color choice.”

“Grandma loved pink,” Sana explained. “Her and Seokjin decided to play salon together. It’s a tribute.”

You glared at the air quotes Sana was making when she said “tribute,” but you also noticed that Aeri’s eyes lit up with Sana said Seokjin’s name.

“Oh well, that’s wonderful,” Aeri cooed. “It looks great. I bet your cousin’s hair looks just as good. That’s so sweet that you guys did that for your grandmother.”

The air in the living room shifted uncomfortably with Aeri’s words and you cleared your throat before the moment got any more awkward.

“Well, I’d love to stay and chat,” you muttered. “But I’m a little busy right now getting the dessert ready for tonight. Have fun setting up.”

You turned towards the kitchen, but not before hearing the beginning of Aeri and Sana’s conversation.

“Oh, I wonder if I should go help her in the kitchen,” Aeri proclaimed sweetly. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind.”

“No, she’s fine.” Sana grumbled. “She’s got Jin in there. We need your help outside setting up tables. Come on, I’ll show you.”

Aeri’s protests faded out the door and you scowled as you heard the screen door fall shut.

What is this bitch up to?

You didn’t have time to play detective, so you shelved those thoughts until after dessert was finished.

Seokjin was pulling out more ingredients from the cupboard as you entered and you noticed that the spices were piling up on the counter.

“What are you doing, gamja?” you asked. “What with the spices?”

“Just thinking of getting a little fancy,” he quipped playfully. “Grandma liked to play mad scientist in here. Why shouldn’t I?”

“If this is for the cookies, hold that thought,” you said while handing him the cardstock. “We need to fix the recipe before you do that.”

Seokjin took the card from your hand and tilted his head in confusion. After flipping the card over and then back, he looked at you with questions in his eyes.

“What am I supposed to be looking at, gamja?” Seokjin asked

“That is a label for a box of butter sticks,” you explained. “Actually, it’s for a box of half sticks.”

“Ok, but why am I looking at it?” Seokjin persisted. “What does this mean?”

“This is Grandma’s butter package,” you continued. “This is the only butter she buys. But they sell it in half sticks...they only sell it in half-sticks.”

Seokjin pondered that statement and then the light bulb flickered mockingly above his head.

“She only used half-sticks!” Seokjin exclaimed loudly. “We have to go in and adjust all her recipes now.”

“Yup,” you sighed. “Leave it to Grandma to write her recipes in code.”

“So, we just need to double all the ingredients and we should be good,” Seokjin concluded. “That’s why the dough feels so weird.”

“You grab the wet ingredients,” you commanded. “I’ll gather the dry and meet you at the mixer.”

You both high-fived and pounced into action. With a little teamwork, you managed to pull together a decent cookie dough out of the mess you’d made. Seokjin even took a little time to mix some freshly ground ginger to the mix for a little fresh and spicy kick.

“It will be like gingerbread,” Seokjin promised. “But without the dark flavor of the molasses.”

Once the cookies were done, you both filled a few platters and carried them out to the table that was set up in the backyard patio. People were just starting to arrive, and the two of you mingled around and welcomed everyone to the memorial dinner. Once or twice, you caught sight of Aeri mixed into the group talking to Seokjin, but you couldn’t get away to confront her. The way she was batting her eyelashes at him and touching his arm was making you bristle.

I don’t know what she’s playing at, but whatever it is, it can’t be good.

Once the dinner was over, the clean up crew was hustling and bustling inside to get your grandmother’s house cleaned before everyone left for the night.

You were just putting the vacuum back into the closet when a loud argument erupted from inside the kitchen. You and Seokjin rushed into the kitchen to see what all the fuss was about.

“That glassware set is mine and I’m taking it,” cried your aunt. “Mom always said that I was going to be the one to inherit it after she passed.”

“You can’t just start taking things out of the house,” cried your other aunt. “We should give everyone a chance to claim something of their own. You weren’t the only one who was promised something, you know. Give the kids a chance to get something as well. Don’t be so selfish.”

The word “selfish” triggered another round of yelling and you and Seokjin decided to step in before things got out of hand. In the end, a running tab of claimed items was created and everyone settled down once the matter was put into writing. The emotional aunts wandered back into the living room, while you, Seokjin, and your mother stayed behind to finalize the list.

“Did you two already pick out something?” your mother asked. “I know a lot has already been claimed, but I’m sure there must be something you would want.”

“Not really, mom,” you sighed. “Seokjin and I already have the best part of Grandma: her recipes. I don’t think there is anything else that would rival that.”

Your mother nodded and then abruptly perked up. She walked over to one of the drawers and began digging through the silverware inside, seemingly searching for something specific. She pulled out a spoon and a fork and smiled widely when she held them in her hands. You and Seokjin were puzzled over her actions and your confusion increased when she placed the utensils on the countertop between you.

“This design was from Grandma and Grandpa’s wedding set,” she explained. “They received a full place setting, but these are the only two items left from the original set. The others were either damaged or lost along the way. I think you two should have them. That way you can always be connected to your grandparents and to each other. You two were the roses of your grandmother’s garden. She always held a special affection for you two that was different from your other cousins.”

With tears brimming in your eyes, you looked up at Seokjin and saw he wasn’t faring much better. Your mom sensed that this needed to be a private moment, so she placed her hand on both your cheeks for a moment and then gracefully exited the kitchen, leaving the two of you staring at the elaborate spoon and fork on the counter.

“So how do we decide who gets what?” you probed with a sniffle. “I don’t want to fight like our crazy aunts did. We’re way more civilized than that.”

“There’s only one answer to that question,” Seokjin said while wiping a tear from his eye. “Why did the sweet potato cross the road?”

“I don’t know, Jinnie,” you hiccuped. “Why?”

Seokjin slid the fork over to you and placed his hand on your shoulder. This was a bittersweet moment for the two of you and you knew that his joke was the only thing keeping the two of you from breaking down into yet another round of tears.

“She saw a fork up ahead,” Seokjin croaked. “That’s why you should get the fork, goguma. I’ll take the spoon, yeah?”

“Makes sense, gamja,” you agreed. “You are always the one to scoop me up when I’m down. You’re always such a sweetheart, and I love you for that.”

“I love you too,” Seokjin mumbled while pulling you into a crushing hug. “Hey, speaking of sweetness, if you put sugar in tea, what do you put in sugar?”

“I don’t know,” you sighed into his shoulder. “What?”

“A spoon,” he chuckled while grabbing his spoon from the counter. “See, my jokes always make sense of everything.”

“I promise to keep this with me always,” you swore while holding your fork. “This random utensil will forever be my connection to you, gamja.”

“And this spoon is never leaving my sight, goguma,” Seokjin promised. “It will be a constant reminder that I have you and you have me.”

You embraced once again and a sharp throat clearing interrupted your heartfelt moment. You both turned to see your younger cousin Sana just inside the kitchen doorway, wearing her signature scowl and a bright blue Transformers T-shirt.

“Hey, Sana,” you called out while wiping away your tears yet again. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” Sana sighed. “We just finished cleaning up. Your friend Aeri just left. It took a while to get rid of her.”

“Oh, is she your friend, goguma?” Seokjin probed. “She mentioned something like that earlier.”

“No, not really,” you scowled. “She’s just a girl from school.”

“I think she liked me,” Seokjin bragged. “She said my hair reminded her of her favorite bubblegum.”

“It looks more like Pepto Bismol, if you ask me,” Sana interjected.

You released a loud cackle as Seokjin’s ego deflated slightly at Sana’s words, but he shook it off quickly and smiled.

“So how did you like the cookies after all, Sana?” Seokjin asked. “As good as Grandma’s?”

“They were pretty good,” Sana admitted. “A little different, but still good.”

“It’s too bad we didn’t have any left,” you sighed. “I wanted to take some home, but they were gone before I could.”

“So no cookie dough left either?” Sana hoped. “Maybe in the freezer?”

“No, you rascal,” Seokjin chuckled while rumpling her hair. “Nothing left for you to steal this time.”

"What makes you think I don't already have cookie dough at home?" Sana challenged.

"What cookie dough?" you asked. “What are you talking about?”

"Grandma's last bag,” Sana stated with a grin of Cheshire proportions. “I found it in the freezer the other day and took it."

"Sana!” you reprimanded. “You should share that with the family."

"Nope,” Sana boasted. “Mine now. But I might be willing to share if you can do me a favor."

“What kind of favor?” Seokjin wondered aloud. “Whatever it is, we’ll do it. We need an original sample to make sure we get the next batch of dough right.”

Sana shuffled forward and glanced between you and Seokjin. She was one of your stranger cousins, always dabbling in odd hobbies and adopting a style that was all her own. Both you and Seokjin felt protective of her unconventional personality, and despite her surly demeanor, Sana gravitated to the two of you more than any of your other relatives.

“I was wondering,” Sana began softly. “If maybe you could teach me how to cook. I want to learn how to make cookies.”

“I think you mean bake,” Seokjin corrected her gently. “And we’d love to teach you how to make cookies. We have grandma’s cookie recipe now. Want to help us make some?”

“No,” Sana replied. “I want those peanut butter cookies that you guys made for Halloween. Those are my favorite.”

“We can do that,” you beamed. “Let’s get our aprons on and then we can show you how to make those cookies.”

Once you all had on aprons, with Sana opting for a plain white apron while you and Seokjin donned frilly pink ones, you all started pulling out ingredients for the cookies. As you waited for the butter to soften, you started regaling Sana with recipes from your grandmother’s cookbook.

“So there’s also candy recipes?” Sana asked. “Are you going to share those with everybody?”

“Absolutely,” you replied. “It’s a family cookbook. It wouldn’t be fair if we kept it all to ourselves.”

“I didn’t know you were so interested in cooking, Sana,” Seokjin commented while showing her how to mix the dry ingredients. “It’s a valuable skill to have, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” Sana smirked. “I’m sure I can put those recipes to good use.”

The three of you continued to work on the cookies while you and Seokjin gave Sana instructions on each step of the recipe. A comforting air settled in the kitchen and you couldn’t help but wonder if your grandmother’s spirit was sitting in the corner on her stool, fondly watching as her kitchen was brought to life once again.

Author's Note: I finally got around to finishing this drabble. Work is really putting me through the ringer. I hope you all enjoy this little slice of family time with the one and only Kim Seokjin. These potato heads are so lovable and it did make sad to put them through such an angsty memory, but it all worked out in the end. Thank you to my Beta @xxxille-girlxxx for being an amazing soulmate and reading my drafts. Your suggestions brought this whole drabble to a whole other level. I'm going to be working on my collab fic that is due next month, so I will return to these drabbles and my other fic Peripheral after I finish that. Stay safe, everyone!

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thetomorrowshow · 4 years

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Slower Than Words Ch. 4

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Another week, another chapter! This one’s a bit more intense than the last two have been, so be careful. Just let me know if I missed anything in the content warnings!

cw: food, suicidal thoughts and measures (in the form of a lack of self-care), starving oneself (as an act of defiance)

Time passed. Days, weeks, perhaps even months. Slower than either of them would have liked, but it did pass. Virgil sometimes laughed at the thought of someone watching them communicate—the precise spelling had begun to evolve into complex combinations of squiggles and pats, a sort of shorthand, their fingers blurs as they spoke the language they were inventing. It was slower than speaking loud, and probably slower than sign language, but much faster than the spelling of every individual letter that they'd begun with. The two men were connected in some strange way, almost knowing the other's meaning before it was spoken.

Every night before falling asleep, both would flick the each others' wrists (their sign for 'pay attention'), then press their knuckles into each others' arm. Virgil wasn't quite sure what it meant, but for him it meant a mix of 'good night' and 'I'll be there when you wake up'.

Then one day, Patton was not there when he woke up.

Virgil tried to refrain from freaking out. Patton was probably just in the sectioned-off area, everything would be fine. Virgil took in a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself enough that he could hear over the pounding of his own heart. “Patton?” he called out, knowing the other man couldn't hear him. A clang! shot through the air; Virgil leaped out of bed and drew his fists up to his face, rocking back on his heels. Fight-or-flight had kicked in, and fight won out. As he waited, though, nothing happened. No familiar arms pulled his hands down, silently whispering words of comfort. No rough hands grabbed him and dragged him away. Nothing.

Moments later, his heart slowed slightly and Virgil realized that the noise that had scared him so badly was the chute opening to drop food in. And Patton still wasn't there, Patton who normally woke him up wasn't there to hold him and let him know that everything would be all right and with a shock, instead of blind panic, Virgil noticed his face heating.

Did he . . . did he have a crush on Patton?

Now we don't have time to unpack all of that, his mind helpfully supplied. Virgil snorted before striding toward the curtain in the corner, waving around it before eventually pulling it back and stepping in.

Patton wasn't there.

“Patton?” Virgil called again, his walking no much less steady than a few moments before. He checked the spare bed, then walked the room in a sweep. Nothing, there was nothing, Virgil was all alone again after months of having someone to hold him and he couldn't handle it. There was a tray of food on the floor, but he couldn't bring himself to eat anything, a pit of anxiety boiling in his stomach. After sweeping the room three more times, Virgil curled up on the still-warm bed, choking out a few despairing sobs. He was alone, he was all alone and soon the rough people with mean voices would grab him and drag him away to that room, that room where—

Virgil wrenched his mind away from that train of thought, knowing that the blurry memories of the room would only scare him more. He had to keep a clear head, figure out how to get out of here and save Patton.

So, naturally, Virgil pulled the blanket over his head and sobbed.

Hours passed, and still Virgil didn't come out. He didn't know why; some instinctive part of him insisting that he stay hidden, perhaps, but it wasn't like the blanket was stopping him from seeing any threats. If anything, it was muffling his hearing. It didn't seem to matter, though, as he was left alone all day and night. At intervals he knew he should be expecting, the metal flap at the base of the door would unlock and make a loud noise as a food tray was pushed in or pulled out, but no one ever entered the room.

Virgil never got up to eat, though he knew he should. It gave him some sense of satisfaction to know that they wanted him to eat, and it was in his power to refuse it. Hopefully he was making more of a statement than throwing a fit.

“I'll eat if you bring Patton back,” he croaked out, pulling the blanket down enough for his head to pop out. There had to be a camera somewhere in this room, even if Patton had never mentioned one. He cleared his throat. “Seriously, that's the only way you're gonna get me to eat. Bring him back.”

Nothing. The thought struck Virgil that maybe they didn't care about whether or not he ate, but he shoved it away. If they didn't care, they'd stop giving him food. Another thought—what if Patton escaped? Virgil threatening his own health would just make them look for Patton harder, and he didn't want Patton back here.

Right?

Well, no. He wanted Patton free, yes. But . . . if he wasn't free, then couldn't he be here? Just thinking that made Virgil feel guilt tear at his insides. Of course he would give up Patton if he had the chance to be free! Of course he would!

Virgil physically shook his head, then pulled the blanket back over himself. He was going to sleep, because then he could escape his own head. Patton usually was there to help if he was anxious, but before. . . .

Before was so long ago. What had he done before? He'd normally just . . . dealt with it, hadn't he? He'd had Patton there to work through it with him for so long, he could barely imagine doing it by himself again.

In time, Virgil fell into a restless sleep, tossing and turning with nobody to ground himself to.

Virgil was hungry.

Nine meals had passed since Patton had disappeared. That was a full three days, and Virgil was beginning to wonder if he would be able to hold out until Patton came back. He'd been drinking cupped handfuls of water from the tiny sink behind the curtain, but his legs were growing too weak to walk across the room to it. The most recent time—several hours previous—he'd fallen halfway there and crawled the rest of the way, pulling himself up onto the toilet to even reach the faucet. Then he'd dragged himself back to the bed, forgoing the easier task of resting on the closer, unused bed for the one he and Patton had shared.

Come to think of it, why had they shared a bed? The mattresses were twin-sized, there was no way that had been comfortable.

Again, Virgil weighed his options. They hadn't pulled away the meal tray yet, so he could roll out of bed one more time and get something to eat, keep his strength up. More importantly, though, what was the point?

Without Patton, Virgil had nothing. No hope. No eyesight. No one to talk to. No one to hold him when his nightmares got particularly bad. Absolutely no one, and Virgil was a nobody, so it all worked out. Whether or not Patton came back, Virgil was certain they were watching him. Studying him. Whatever they did to his eyes, they did it on purpose and now they were watching to see what he'd do. Well, it was too bad for them, because Virgil would rather die than let them win. In all honesty, he'd rather die than do a lot of things, but this one was the most important at the moment. So they thought they could take Patton away from him? He was going to take himself away from them.

His mind made up, Virgil rolled over to face the wall, despite the fact that being turned away from the door caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. It didn't matter anyway, he couldn't see any signs of an attacker. Besides, he didn't care who came in unless it was Patton.

Die out of spite? Virgil was pretty sure he could do that.

Virgil's plan to die out of spite was cut short the next morning, about an hour after the tenth meal was pushed in.

He'd been seriously reconsidering his death, but Virgil was nothing if not stubborn. Not to mention he wasn't sure he even had the strength to get out of bed by now. He was contemplating what he'd say to Roman if he were here, when a loud noise roused him from his daydream.

A thud and a cry met his ears, then the same slamming noise as before—surely the door closing. The voice was recognizable too, but Virgil couldn't let his hopes get up; many times before, Patton had laughed wheezily, as if he wasn't sure that a laugh was supposed to have sound (which was probably on the nose), and even more often, he'd made unconscious noises of exclamation. That was his voice, the sound Patton would make if he were thrown to the ground.

Thrown to the ground—?!

Virgil rolled out of bed, almost forgetting his weakness, and crawled in the direction of the hitching breaths until his reaching fingers met fabric. Quicker than he knew he could move, Virgil found the person's arm and flicked his wrist, then pressed his knuckles up against it. It had to be Patton, he'd know that arm anywhere, and sure enough, the person's fingers traced a light P into Virgil's arm.

Virgil realized, suddenly, that he was crying, babbling Patton's name over and over again as he pulled Patton into his lap, freezing when the other man hissed in pain.

You okay? Virgil spelled onto Patton's arm, hoping it was nothing too bad. There was a long moment in which Patton didn't move, and Virgil held his breath.

Put stuff in my ears. Hurts.

Virgil let out a choked cry, then hugged Patton as gently as he could. At that moment, he was reminded of exactly how jelly-like his bones felt. He reached out, and as he assumed, the tray with breakfast was just beside them.

Virgil ate slowly, supporting Patton so that he could eat as well, though he claimed to not feel like it. Virgil made sure to leave half even so.

“I've got you,” Virgil muttered as he helped Patton to the bed. “Don't worry, we'll make it through this. We've got each other. We can survive.”

Virgil didn't know if he was talking to Patton (who couldn't hear him), or himself, but it didn't really matter. They were together. Everything was so much better than it had been alone, and everything was going to be okay.

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shadows-and-flowercrowns · 4 years

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Reforget (pt1)

There are lost loves that you can mourn for openly but the pain Elain feels now is something that needs to be kept secret. Because of this, Elain has been distancing herself from the rest of the inner circle for a few weeks. Tonight was supposed to be a care-free reunion with her sister but when Azriel’s name is brought up again, Elain begins to spiral.

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Elain fought the instinct to roll her eyes as she caught the nervous look her sisters shared.

They wouldn't confront her. They never did.

She took a sip from her drink, wondering if their timidness around her was part of the problem.

It had been like this her whole life, everyone walking on eggs shells around her like she was some fragile thing moments away from shattering completely. Even when they were small children, the two of them had done everything in their power to shield her from the realties of how bad things had become with their mother, so much so that her death had completely blindsided Elain.

Both Nesta and Feyre had stayed silent through her relationship with Grayson. The only commented on how much they disliked him after he had ended things with her.

Elain ran an idle finger down the side of her glass, swirling the condensation building up on the side as she remembered back to the days where the grief of her cancelled engagement had utterly consumed her. She hadn't eaten much, stopped speaking to anyone unless it was absolutely essential.

Elain had let herself wither away as she mourned the loss of her love and the life she had planned on having.

In a way, that had been easier. There was a peace that came with the freedom of being able to grieve openly.

But this? This was nothing like it had been with Grayson.

She smiled, a bland thing that she knew didn't reach her eyes, back up at her sisters. She leaned forward, signaling for Nesta to continue on with her story about the most recent bout of shenanigan's Cassian had gotten into.

Elain didn't care about anything she was saying.

Well, that wasn't true. She cared so deeply that it was driving her mad.

It had been weeks since Elain had withdrawn from their circle of friends, making up paper thin excuses and cancelling well established plans. This was the first time she had even seen her sisters.

Even this had nearly been ruined when Feyre had excitedly text back that she would make sure that Mor and Amren were free too. Elain had sent a rushed text back saying that she really needed some quality sister time. She wasn't ready to see the others yet.

Still, she kept her ears perked, listening for even a hint of an update. She couldn't ask outright, it would give too much away but she was desperate.

"..anyway, that's when Azriel showed up. He made the two of them take off the elephant onesies and get back to work before HR got wind of what they were up to."

Feyre laughed, wiping her eyes. "Typical Az. How's he doing lately?"

Elain jolted, realizing with a start that Feyre was addressing her.

"Good." She said with a non-committal shrug.

"Really?" Nesta asked, head cocked to the side, "He's been acting odd lately. Cassian said he won't talk about it but something is definitely up.”

“I’m not sure. We haven’t talked. Not for a few weeks.”

Feyre nodded but Nesta narrowed her eyes at Elain.

"This doesn't have anything to do with your disappearing act, does it?"

Feyre elbowed Nesta but she kept gaze fixed on Elain.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Elain answered, a nervous giggle bubbling to her lips.

She quickly downed the rest of her drink to buy herself more time. She hopped off her stool, ignoring the tell tale wobble in her knees that told her that it was time to go home.

"Come on, lets go dance!" She said with a little too much enthusiasm before marching into the crowd of people on the small dance floor, praying that they wouldn't follow.

Elain needed to move, just needed to get away from them. Her eyes were burning and it would only be a matter of time before Nesta bluntly plowed into a conversation Elain wasn't ready to have.

It had been a mistake to bring them here tonight. She had hoped that this could be the first step in bringing back a sense of normalcy in her life. At the start, she knew she wasn't strong enough to even hear Azriel's name in casual conversation so when she pulled away, she pulled back from the two of them as well.

Elain had thought enough time had passed, she thought she was ready. She had told herself all day that she could handle this.

Oh, how wrong she had been.

After arriving at the bar, Elain had casually asked what her brother-in-laws were doing.

Simple.

Innocent.

Feyre explained that they were having a night out on the town and it was then that she spoke Azriel's name for the first time. Elain had downed the contents of the glass in front of her then too, quickly shouting to the bartender to make the next round a double before she realized that her sisters were giving her a strange look.

That had been several drinks ago.

A man touched her hips, pulling her in closer to dance. Elain leaned into his touch and, after a moment, let her hips settle against him as she danced in time with the music.

There was no reason to feel guilty.

None.

Not when Azriel had made it obvious that her feelings were just a one sided obsession that would never go further.

The stranger let his hands trail over her, his finger tips brushing gently against the exposed skin of her arms.

Memories flashed in her mind, Azriel's scared hand pulling back from her with a jerk. The shame of it all twisting through her stomach once more as a wave of despair crashed over her.

In an instant she was pushing away from the stranger, twisting and bouncing away until she was further inside the crowd of people.

Though she become a regular in recent weeks, Elain hated this dingy little hipster bar on the west side. It was dirty and the air conditioner was shit so she always felt sticky in the summer heat.

The only good thing she could say about it was that the drinks were strong, making it so her memories of this place were nothing more than constant blur of bodies moving past her.

She hated it.

Elain missed the nights spent at the quiet bar near the townhouse, the one with the booth they used to all sit around. That is where they should all be right now; in their booth, his arm tossed casually behind her as they all laughed at something ridiculous Cassian or Rhys had just said.

Her stomach surged as she thought of where he might be now.

Probably in a glitzy club downtown. Probably with her. Elain had gone with them to places like that, never truly enjoying herself but finding solace in his presence. Suddenly, it all became too much and Elain pushed her way out of the crowd to a trash can in the corner near the DJ stand.

"Alright, its time for you to go." A gruff male voice was saying as she emptied her stomach. "We've got her." Nesta said forcefully from somewhere right behind her. Elain felt her sister's cold hands grasp her upper arm but Elain jerked out of her touch.

When she was finally confident that she could walk to the front door without getting sick on the dance floor, Elain stood, straightening her back as much as possible.

She could see Feyre near the door, her phone pressed to her ear, a frantic look plastered over her face as she spoke to whoever was on the other end. Rhys, probably.

With as much dignity as she could muster, Elain walked towards her, shaking off Nesta's second attempt to physically steer her.

As she neared Feyre, Elain flashed both of her sisters a look, silently daring them to say anything. Feyre glanced down at the floor, falling in step behind them but not before Elain saw the pitting look Feyre gave her.

Anger licked its way through Elain, causing the skin on her chest and neck to flush. How dare they judge her after all of the mistakes they had done?

Had Elain judged them? No.

Not when Nesta had slept with half the men in the city.

Not when Feyre ran away from home with that psychopath.

And Elain, who had always kept herself on such a tight leash would be damned if she let them judge her now. She didn't even care if it would cause a scene. Hell, it would be nice to lose control for once.

Elain threw open the front door and the night air washed over her. As she took a deep breath in, she let the cool air fill her lungs. She turned to face her sisters, ready to fight but froze. The hot anger that had coursed its way through Elain's blood so quickly disappeared as fast as it had come, leaving her cold and drained.

She had expected judgement, maybe even disgust, but both of her sisters had a look of understanding that shook her more than she had ever imagined.

Elain walked over to the side of the building, raising a hand to brace herself against the brick wall. The world was spinning and she needed something, anything, to anchor her in place.

She hadn't even realized she was crying until Nesta threw an arm over her shoulder and Elain instinctively turned into her. She felt Nesta wrap her arms around her, pulling her in closer and Elain's chest opened as she let the tears fall thick and heavy.

Shit.

How had she let this happen? How had she let herself fall for a man who could never love her in return?

He had been honest with her from the moment they met, confiding in her about his intimacy and trust issues from his abusive childhood. Still, they had grown close. They were able to find peace with one another when their friends and family became too loud. The two of them had traded in secrets of heart ache and pain until the hurt was soothed to be masked with laughter and joy.

Elain had only ever wanted to be friends with him. She had been grateful to have someone she could open up to after the disastrous end with Grayson.

She had never wanted these feelings but they crept up so slowly, infecting her very essence until every cell hummed with the desire to be with him.

The pain with Grayson made sense.

Of course, she should be sad for that loss. That was a pain that was commonly understood.

But how was she supposed to explain this?

How could she even begin to make people understand that the love she had for Azriel made her feelings towards Grayson feel like cobwebs? How could she let people know that, though he had never truly been hers, she had felt that her soul had somehow been made of the same substance?

A slight intake of breath from Feyre caused Elain to pull back from Nesta's embrace.

A black sedan had pulled up to the curb in front of them and Elain was able to make out Rhys in the driver seat. Feyre instantly rushed towards the front door but Rhys held up a hand, halting Feyre.

Elain wiped her eyes, startled by what she was seeing.

In the years they had been together, Elain had only ever seen her brother-in-law let his anger slip through his calm façade on a select few occasions. Those moments were tied to some of Elain's most painful memories: him returning home from Mor's court case saying that the judge had sided with her abuser, watching their father try to explain why he walked out their lives after their mother had passed away, finding out that Cassian's father had known he became homeless at a young age yet chose to do nothing.

Now, he was visibly angry and she watched as his mouth moved, clearly arguing with someone before punching a button on his car's console.

Fear washed over Elain.

Rhys pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment before his shoulders relaxed. There was the sound of a soft click as the door unlocked before Elain was being pulled into the backseat by Nesta.

A stillness that settled over them. Elain couldn't make out the quiet whispers exchanged between Rhys and Feyre but Elain knew that they were talking about her. Elain wanted to apologize but the words were stuck in her throat Instead of saying anything, Elain leaned into Neta. Quiet tears fell down her cheeks as, in the darkness of the backseat, she admitted to herself that she truly was pathetic. Her chest burned with the shame of it all.

She closed her eyes, so tired of the constant pain in her chest. She prayed for it to stop until the dark blanket of sleep settled over her.

The next morning was terrible.

It took longer than Elian would care to admit for her to roll herself out of bed and stumble into a warm shower.

She felt sick.

Her head was pounding and her body ached in ways that she hadn't imagined possible. Then there was the shame. She cringed as flashes of last night resurfaced.

She couldn’t remember how exactly she had gotten into her apartment and into bed. There was a vague memory of someone carrying her.

Exactly what she wanted. Her brother-in-law to have to carry her into bed because her dumbass had fallen in love with one of his best friends and didn’t know how to cope with his rejection like a flipping adult.

Elain wanted to crawl back in bed and pretend nothing ever happened but she made herself look at her phone. 7 messages from Feyre, 3 from Nesta.

She knew what they would say.. That they were worried about her but she needed to knock it off because getting blackout drunk by herself in a seedy neighborhood was just an unnecessary risk for her to be taking.

Still, it hurt to read them.

The right thing to do would be to message them back at the very least but Elain didn't feel like being mature yet. Instead, she put on a fresh pair of leggings and a tank top to at least be a tiny bit presentable so she could stop by the coffee shop down the corner from her apartment.

She could face the rest after she had a little caffeine in her.

She pulled open her front door and let out a scream.

Sitting on the floor against the wall across from her door was none other than Azriel.

He had been dozing but her piercing scream of fright turned into horrified surprise had jolted him away. Now she was staring into his hazel eyes for the first time in week. With each blink, the sleep cleared from his face to be replaced by a cold anger.

"We need to talk."

Well, shit.

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Part 2

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Three’s Company

Jimin x fem!bi!Reader x OC

Summary: Reader has a big fat crush on Jimin and his girlfriend, Laurie.

Warnings: Smut. Threesomes. Unprotected sex (wrap before you tap) Oral (both male and female receiving). Face sitting. Cum eating. Penetrative sex, Dirty Talk. Sub Reader, Dom Jimin, Dom OC, Daddy Kink, Mistress kink. A little bit of Angst. Small mentions of homophobia. Beginning feels kinda rushed but i hope you give it a chance!

Okay, so I imagine Laurie as tall and blonde because I once read a fic where a tall and gorgeous blonde vampire was hitting on me and my gay little heart just skipped a beat so.… yeah. Go easy on me as I’ve never written a threesome before and I’m a little awkward when it comes to writing about sex in general so. . .

Word Count: 12.6k

Tell me what you think! You’re feedback is always welcomed!

When you had moved to the city of Seoul, you were hoping for a fresh start. After coming out as bisexual to your mother, you were hoping that she would at least accept the fact that you were attracted to girls. But that wasn’t the case at all and you soon found yourself kicked out of the house.

Your older brother, however accepted you with open arms and let you stay at his house until you could save up enough money to move to the city and away from your hometown. The whole place was starting to feel cramped and you felt if you didn’t leave soon, you’d be trapped forever. Probably a little dramatic, but it’s whatever.

On your twentieth birthday, you had finally saved up enough money to afford your own place and with the help of your brother and his friends, you were settled in in no time. You were able to snag a desk job on your second week living in the city and you were bouncing with excitement when they had let you know that you were to start the first thing next week. You were given the address, and to ask for a Park Jimin and Laurie Sanders. They were supposed to be your supervisors.

~ ~ ~

Walking into the building on Monday morning, you wondered if your outfit was too casual and if you should have worn more professional makeup, but as you walked up to the lady behind the desk and introduced yourself, she sent you a kind smile before telling you to go and sit in one of the chairs to wait for your supervisors. You looked around the space getting used to your surroundings when you heard your name being called after a couple of minutes of waiting.

When you think about supervisors, you imagined people in their late 30s to mid 40s, who weren’t that much to look at and who had a crabby impatient tone. You were in no way prepared for the two supermodel worthy beings who only looked a couple of years older than you. Park Jimin, an unfairly gorgeous man with dark brown hair and sultry chocolate brown eyes and Laurie Sanders, a beautiful and tall blonde woman with deep forest green eyes. They smiled at you and you were dumbstruck.

Holy shit.

Clearing your throat, you tried to ignore the pounding of your heart and the heat settling into your ears as you introduced yourself. After introductions were done, they led you to the elevators and took to you the second floor. They had asked you about your life before moving into the city and you told them about your hometown without getting into the nitty gritty details regarding why you moved in the first place. Talking to them was fairly easy as they listened in to what you were saying and told you about themselves as well. As it turns out they’ve been dating for two years now.

Ignoring the lingering disappointment you felt in your chest, you let them give you a tour before finally coming to a stop at your cubicle. When your lunch break had rolled around, they had asked you if you wanted to join them and you spent your lunch with them, laughing as if you all had known each other your whole lives. By the time your lunch break was over, you had exchanged numbers and the butterflies in your stomach were having a field day when they had promised that you would all hang out again soon. You were so glad you were able to be friends with them.

After a couple of months, You, Jimin, and Laurie were practically inseparable. They quickly became your best friends and as much as you hated it, your feelings for them grew tenfold. They had figured out you were bi when you came out to them during a drunken game of Truth or Dare when you admitted that your first high school crush was during your freshman year when you had befriended a senior and soon fell head over heels. It ultimately didn’t work out as she wasn’t into girls, so you remained friends until you went your separate ways.

You were more than a little shocked yourself when Laurie admitted that she was also bisexual. You’ve never really kept your attraction to girl hidden, but you also never shouted it at the top of your lungs. You were always lowkey with it - unless you were fangirling over your female celebrity crushes, but that’s beside the point-

As they got to know you, they soon found themselves falling for you as well. Whether it was the way you geeked out over your favorite book or the way you covered your mouth when you felt that you laughed to loud, they didn’t know. All they knew was that they were completely whipped for you and you had no idea. They didn’t believe you would be interested in dating them both; not that many people agree with the idea of a polyamorous relationship, so they left it alone. However, they always observed the way you would nervously play with your fingers when they complimented you, or the way you scratched at your arm or the back of your neck when they kissed in front of you.

When Laurie suggested that you go on a double date with her and Jimin and their friend, Claire, you were a bit apprehensive at first. You were never good with blind dates, and you always hated when your friends tried to play matchmaker, especially if said friend is probably the gayest crush you’ve ever experienced in your short life. But then you got to know her and your nerves soothed.

She was a beautiful girl with freshly dyed purple hair and piercing blue eyes that made you stutter and blush. She always flirted and teased you, calling you names like “Pretty Girl” or “Cutie” and they made your face heat up so much even though they were simple, and you wondered if she could feel it. You decided to give her a chance after you had gotten to know her better and you were actually excited and looking forward to the date with her.

But you should have known better.

~ ~ ~

You had tried to mask the disappointment in your voice, trying to sound as understanding as you could, but it still hurt nonetheless.

“Oh come on now, I can hear the pout in your voice. Just put a smile on that beautiful face for now. I swear I’ll make it up to you.” She tried to coax you, but you could only muster up a small twitch of your lips. You hung up after you promised that her cancelling was fine - or at least you thought you hung up, hearing muffled giggles as you were about to put your phone away. You stilled your movements, taking care into not moving so you could hear clearly, so she couldn’t hear you.

“Did it work? Are you free now?” A deep voice sounded from the other end of the phone and your heart immediately dropped. You will yourself to keep listening. You heard a sigh of relief and then a more feminine and recognizable voice say, “Yes, finally! I thought that I was actually going to have to go out with that nerd!” You heard multiple snickers in the background, tears burning your eyes as you scoffed loudly, exhaling the word “bitch” before hanging up. You proceeded to ignore the multiple calls and texts you began receiving.

A stray tear streaked down your face, officially smearing your foundation. You looked at yourself in the mirror, scolding yourself for putting so much effort into your appearance only to get stood up. Yanking off your leather jacket and heels, you toyed with the rose gold chain around your flowy white tank top. An outfit that was so simple yet accentuated all of the parts of your body that you were most proud of; only to go to waste.

Walking out of the room and into the living room, you called out to Laurie and Jimin to let them know that you weren’t going out anymore, only to have the words clog in your throat. You stared at the sight in front of you, watching as they kissed. Laurie’s hand rubbed Jimin’s chest in a way that made him relax and his hands rubbed soothing circles into her waist. Her hands would slide up to his throat and then the back of his neck to curl into his hair - but then pull back at the last minute, not wanting to mess up the style.

You observed them as Laurie’s lips broke out into a goofy and loving smile, her lover mirroring the expression without missing a beat. They stared with so much love and adoration for each other, the jealousy and heartache came rushing back to drop kick you back into a pit of despair.

You wanted to be held like that; to have Laurie massage your arms and shoulder as she kissed various spots on your face, starting with your nose and ending at your lips. You wanted Jimin to caress your cheeks and stare at you as if you were the center of his world. You wanted them to both hold onto to you, and feel them love you as much as you loved them.

“(Y/n)… honey are you alright?” You hadn’t realized the heaviness of your breathing, or the waterfalls cascading down your cheeks, or the fact that you had been looking down to avoid shattering your heart even more. Snapping your head back up, you saw that they had both stood up, making their way to you, only to flinch back when Jimin had reached out to you.

You wanted to be held by them both so badly. To make them feel the love you had for them, in soft kisses pressed against any surface of skin you could reach, caressing touches, loving gazes - anything to make them feel for you the way you feel for them. But they only saw you as their innocent friend who stuttered around people who made her nervous. Nothing more.

“You need to leave,” your voice was shaky as you made your way to the door, opening it and waiting for them to pass through the threshold. “Now.”

They looked at you with the type of caution you would have towards an injured animal and they didn’t make a move to leave. You were being pulled into a hug before you could protest, body instantly relaxing as you rested your head against her breast. “(Y/n), come on you can talk to us, sweety.” Looking up into her green eyes, you almost felt inferior with your bloodshot (e/c) eyes, but she found them alluring.

The nicknames and the looks of pity were all too much for your poor little heart and you snatched yourself away from her embrace. You had to remind yourself that she would never feel anything for you other than friendship. All her love was saved for Jimin. You sniffled and wiped your face, smudging your makeup even more. You probably looked crazy, crying like a child and throwing them out of your house over someone who stood you up and said a few hurtful words. But you knew it went so much deeper than that, and they suspected that whatever happened to cause your tears was only the breaking point of something that had been building up over time.

You were vaguely aware of how unfair you were being. How are they supposed to know about your feelings towards them when you’ve never openly expressed it? How can you expect them to not act like a couple around you? How could you expect them to add you to their little cloud of love?

Yes, you were aware of how unfairly you were treating them, but you were also aware of the pain in your heart.

“Get out of my house!” You had never raised your voice at either of them. But their presence was overwhelming to you and you needed to be alone. They winced at your tone, eyes widening in shock, but they got the message nonetheless and scurried out of the door like dogs with their tails between their legs.

You didn’t look back as you slammed and locked the door, sliding down to the floor and finally letting the sob stuck in your throat wrack your entire body.

~ ~ ~

The next day, you decided to skip your daily trip to the gas station for a quick and cheap cappuccino and opted to wallow in your sorrows in bed. Looking at your phone, you saw the various texts and missed calls from Claire.

[Message from Claire]

11:45 p.m: (Y/n), I know what that sounded like, but please let me explain. . .

12:05 a.m: Oh come on, Pretty Girl. Don’t do this. Talk to me.

You rolled your eyes at that one. A nickname that could make you blush hotter than lava, but now with her intentions revealed, it has no power over you anymore (used by her at least).

10:12 a.m: Listen (Y/n), I hope you’re not still hung up on what happened last night. I wanna make things up to you, text me when you wake up.

You had no intentions of talking to her ever again. if last night was anything to go by, she was only taking you out as a pity date and you knew that you were better than that.

Closing out of your messages, you sat up in bed, intending on making your way to the bathroom for a shower to clear your mind, you paused when you got a new message notification.

[Message from Claire]

11:36 a.m: Oh, so you just leave people on read now, huh?

11:38 a.m: Wow, I didn’t think little miss nerd had it in her. I’m impressed.

You felt that if you rolled your eyes any harder, they’d get stuck in the back of your head.

[Message to Claire]

11:40 a.m: This isn’t Junior High, Claire. Calling me names isn’t gonna make me bend to your every whim. I saw your true intentions, whether you meant for me to see them or not. I don’t want anything to do with you, leave me alone.

You felt pretty proud of yourself, once again closing out of your messages and opening your music app. A good blast of music should keep your mind at bay while you clean up, no need for overthinking and dwelling on what could have been.

While in the shower, you were so consumed with singing along to Max Schneider, you decided to ignore the message that interrupted your song, thinking it was just another useless jab from Claire. You reminded yourself to block her number later. After you washed yourself thoroughly, you took a moment to just stand in the water, letting the heat cascade down your shoulders to ease the tension. Sighing in relief, you turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry your body off. Wrapping the towel around your body, you picked up your phone and made your way back to your room, only to pause when you saw the text from Jimin.

[Message from Jimin]

12:10 p.m: Open the door. Let us in.

Raising your eyebrows, you made a beeline for your front door, completely forgetting your attire - or lack thereof. Looking through the peephole of your door, lo and behold stood Jimin and Laurie, impatiently leaning against your doorframe, and waiting for you to let them in.

Unlocking the door and yanking it open, you came face to face with their startled expressions. Looking over their attire - Jimin sporting a simple pair of grey joggers and t-shirt, Laurie in a pair of cozy little shorts and a t-shirt that looked like Jimins, but was tied in the back- you felt an onslaught of emotions, exactly what you were trying to avoid.

“Why are you here?” You hadn’t meant for the words to sound so sharp and you regretted it when you saw the hurt flash in their eyes. “(Y/n),” You looked over, locking eyes with Laurie and holding your breath. “Can we please talk. Sort out whatever happened last night. If we made you upset, then we want to figure out a way to fix it.”

You almost scoffed in their faces. There was almost nothing they could do to “fix” your feelings for them. Sighing, you stepped to the side and let them in, tightening your hold on the towel. . . and then realizing that you were only dressed in a towel.

You felt your skin heating up, bashfully scratching the back of your neck before clearing your throat and excusing yourself to your room. You completely missed the smirks shared between the two lovebirds.

You ran back to your room, practically launching yourself onto the bed and screaming into your pillow. Why did God have to punish you like this? Throwing two of the most gorgeous people that you happened to be in love with right at your doorstep. Bad enough that they were head over heels for each other, there was no room for you unfortunately. Sighing out, you rolled over onto your back, looking up at the ceiling.

“How am I going to get out of this?” You covered your face with your hands, and rubbed your forehead. “What am I even going to tell them?”

“Well, maybe the truth?”

Letting out a squeak that you were less than proud of and sitting up to look at an amused Laurie. Clutching your chest, you stood up, choosing to ignore her presence and making your way to your drawers and pulling out the essential clothing. “Why are you in here, Laurie?” Watching the way she leaned up against the doorway, and how amazing she looked in those shorts made you feel guilty. She wasn’t yours, you can’t be thinking of her like that.

She pushed off the doorway and started making her way towards you. If you didn’t know any better, you would say her walk was. . . seductive? No. Absolutely not. Just your imagination.

“You’re acting as if we weren’t in this very room last week, watching your favorite movie,” She gave a chuckle, sitting on the edge of your bed and you felt a pang in your heart at the memory. You were cuddled up against her, watching your all time favorite movie, after you practically begged her to watch it with you for what seemed like the thousandth time. You didn’t even have to break out the puppy dog eyes that time.

The way she felt up against you gave you a sense of tranquility, and you always caught her smiling at you whenever she felt the goosebumps forming on your skin whenever your favorite scenes would come on. You wanted to imagine that she was your lover along with Jimin, and as you stared into her green eyes, you were so so tempted to pull her in for a kiss. But then you remembered your place, and continued on with watching the movie as if nothing happened.

Snapping yourself out of the memory before you started crying again, you sucked in a breath and turned from her, walking into your bathroom to change. You’re starting to realize that you can’t go back to normal with them. “Well, things are different now.” You had tried to keep your voice steady, but you wanted to punch yourself the minute it cracked.

This shouldn’t hurt as much as it does. You should have known this whole ordeal would end in heartbreak, why would you even get your hopes up? It was pointless. They would never love you the way they love each other and with the slump of your shoulders and heave of your chest, you told yourself that you would just have to accept that.

“Now why are you saying it has to change,” Laurie’s voice was right in your ear as you felt her hands massaging your shoulders. “as if change is a bad thing?”

You felt the goosebumps forming on your skin and you wondered if you would have had the same reaction if you weren’t stark naked with only a towel covering your form. “Because it is a bad thing. I-I can’t- this is- I just-” you felt like your heart stopped when you felt the soft skin of her lips brushing up against your neck, placing feather light kisses across the expanse of it and trailing up to your ear.

“What are you hiding from us, Little One?” Oh, you were done for. There was absolutely no way you were going to survive this. Whether you were being pranked or not, you knew that at any moment, you were going to drop dead. The kisses turned into licks and sucks and you were sure that her mission was to leave marks all over your (s/c) skin. Her massaging hands moved down from your shoulders to your arms and you felt your grip on your clothes and towel slipping. Soon enough, the clothes slipped from your grasp and your towel was starting to fall off of your chest and reveal your breast.

Sighing out, you found yourself tilting your head to the side to grant her more room of your neck, and you whimpered when she found a sweet spot between the juncture of your neck and shoulder, feeling the triumphant smirk on her lips.

When you felt her hands sneak back up your arms, and land on your breasts, you felt just the slightest bit of shame when you moaned out loud. You tilted your head back on her shoulder when she began massaging them and you jumped when she pinched your nipples.

You felt your face burning to rival the heat of an active volcano when you heard a chuckle behind you as she softly urged you to drop your towel, leaving you vulnerable in front of her. Turning you around, you came face to face with her blown out pupils and seductive smile as she gently pushed you to walked backwards and prop yourself on top of the sink. Spreading your legs and stepping in between them, she massaged your thighs as she leaned in, her lips barely coming into contact as she spoke again.

“Oh, Little One, you’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you? Throwing us out of your house before even letting us comfort you.” She was driving you insane and she knew it as you hesitantly leaned forward to brush your lips against hers, only to pull back at the last minute, causing you to whine.

“I-I’m sorry,” your voice sounded small, and had you not been so turned on, you would have been embarrassed.

“Sorry for what Little One?” She was teasing you and you had the nerve to give her a weak glare before squealing as she pinched the skin of your thigh.

“I’m sorry for being naughty!” You exclaimed and she hummed before sliding her hand to the back of your neck. Tightening her grip, she jerked your neck forward, coming nose to nose with her as you were being burned by the fire in her eyes and the heat in your lower regions.

You had no idea what the hell was happening, but when Laurie brought your lips up to meet hers in a heated kiss, you nearly melted into a puddle. Her lips were soft and tasted like strawberries and kiwis - you made a mental note to ask if she was using a new lip balm - and you wrapped your arms around her neck to pull her closer. She let out a breathless chuckle against your lips, deepening the kiss further and running her tongue over the seam of your lips and waiting patiently as you hesitantly opened your mouth to let her in.

As her tongue explored your mouth, you felt her hands trailing down your neck and to your thighs, spreading them even more and teasingly running her fingers over your slit. You whimpered into her mouth as her fingers ghosted over your clit, barely giving any stimulation to the nub.

You had never thought this would ever happen in a million years and now, and as it was happening, you realized a very important reason as to why this shouldn’t be happening in the first place.

“Wait! I-I can’t do this Laurie, it’s not right! What about Jimin?!”

“Oh, please don’t stop on my account.”

Snapping your gaze to the doorway, you came face to face with the one and only Park Jimin. He looked unfairly sexy leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest and an unbothered smirk painting his features. With his intense gaze solely on you, you felt your body heating up to what felt like a concerning temperature and your heart rate spiking up so much, you were worried it might give out. “I was enjoying the show quite a lot, actually.” He shrugged and you looked down, noticing the prominent bulge in his sweats. Snapping your eyes back up, Jimin’s smirk turned into a full shit-eating grin and you felt that if your face got any hotter, you would get a nosebleed.

Laurie’s hands rubbing at your thigh brought your attention back to her and she smiled at you. “If your’re not comfortable with this, then we can stop right now.” Her reassurance eased some of the tension in your shoulders and when you looked over to Jimin, he was nodding in agreement.

You’ve dreamt of a moment like this since the day you met the both of them, and as long as they were okay with it, there was no way in hell you were gonna pass up an opportunity like this.

Turning back to Laurie, you once again connected your lips, running your fingers through her hair and holding her as close as possible. Your heart fluttered when you felt her smile into the kiss and you felt yourself with the goofiest smile on your face when you pulled back.

Laurie brought her hand up to caress your cheek, leaning in to give your lips one last peck before trailing down your neck. You couldn’t fight the way your eyes fluttered closed at the sensations her lips were giving you, or the little sighs that left your mouth. And as Laurie trailed farther down, she pressed her lips against your chest, feeling the way your heart was pounding and smiling to herself. She kept her eyes on you as she teasingly swiped your nipple with her tongue before fully enveloping into your mouth.

The surprised moan you let out caused a a gush of wetness to go straight to her panties as she continued to tease and tug at your nipple. You refused to open your eyes, afraid that if you met any of their gazes you would spontaneously combust. When you felt a hand that wasn’t Laurie’s caressing your face, however, your eyes snapped open and you came face to face with Jimin who still had that damn smirk on his face.

His smirk got even bigger when he saw the pout forming on your lips, leaning down to give your forehead a soft kiss. Your pout got even bigger and he giggled before leaning down and capturing your lips in a sensual kiss.

There is absolutely no reason for their lips to be so fucking soft.

The first swipe of Laurie’s tongue against your pussy had you doubling over in Jimin’s arms and the loudest whimper left your mouth, leaving you a bit timid. You gripped Jimin’s poor shirt in a death grip as she continued with her teasing, circling your entrance with her tongue and then pulling away. Your moans would’ve echoed through the bathroom - and probably the entire apartment- had they not been swallowed by Jimin who slid his tongue in your mouth dominating your mouth with a precision that made you dizzy.

You felt like you were going to have a heart attack, with the way your heart was beating the shit out of your ribcage, you wouldn’t be surprised if you dropped dead any second now. You matched Jimin’s fervor with your own, wrapping your arms around his neck and keeping in place. Soon enough however, you couldn’t keep up because of the way Laurie had finally stopped her teasing and fully enveloped your clit into her mouth, sucking harshly on the bud before flicking it with her tongue. Your eyes rolled back as you mewled, breaking the kiss with Jimin, sliding your hands up from his shirt and into his hair when he dipped his head down and started nibbling on your jaw and ear.

“So responsive,” he hummed in your ear as you whimpered again when you felt his hand move to your nipple to squeeze it. His other hand guided yours down his stomach to the bulge there and gave you an encouraging squeeze as you began to palm him through his sweats. The groan he let out in your ear had you shivering, rolling your hips into Lauries mouth with the desperation of a crazy woman. “Making all those pretty sounds for us. Do you like when Mistress licks your pussy, Little One?”

Holy. Shit.

You whined out your answer, in what you hoped resembled a ‘yes’ as Laurie began prodding your entrance with a finger. Jimin hummed at your answer, twisting your nipple between his finger in a way that made you push your chest further into his touch. “Do you like when Daddy plays with your nipples?”

You never thought you would be the type of person to be into the whole “Daddy” and “Mistress” kinks, but you also never thought you’d be getting eaten out by your crush while making out with the other on a Saturday afternoon. So you weren’t really surprised when you clenched around Laurie’s finger after you heard Jimin’s voice.

When you squealed out a ‘yes’ to answer Jimin, Laurie chuckled against your heat, the vibrations wracking through your poor body and soon your release was building up at an embarrassing speed. It wasn’t until Jimin dipped his head down to replace his fingers with his mouth, flicking the bud with his tongue as Laurie added a second finger, scissoring them inside of you and placing her mouth back onto your clit, synchronizing her licks with Jimin and you knew that you couldn’t hold back the toe-curling orgasm, even if you wanted to.

Your thighs trembled as they tried to lock around Laurie’s head, but she and Jimin held them open as you cried out and writhed in their grips. They didn’t stop until your hips twitched in sensitivity and you began whining in protest, gently tugging Jimin’s head away from your abused nipple. You leaned back against the sink and closed your eyes to catch your breath and you half expected to open your eyes in your bed and find out that the whole ordeal was a dream. But when you heard the wet smacking of lips and opened your eyes to find Jimin and Laurie locked in a heated make-out session, you realized that this was all very much real.

Pulling away with a loud smack that you would usually cringe at had you squeezing your thighs together as you saw the fire in both their eyes when they directed their sight back to you. “Our Little One tastes so sweet, doesn’t she, Baby?” Laurie asked, directing her question to Jimin, but never taking her eyes off you. Jimin hummed, wrapping his arms under your legs and picking you up, carrying you out of the bathroom and laying you on your bed. Laying down beside you and Laurie on your other side, you began to notice that you were as naked as the day you were born while the both of them were still very much clothed.

Now that hardly seems fair.

“She tastes amazing. I’m tempted to go down and have a taste myself,” his hand traced your thigh, sneaking his hand down to grab a handful of your ass and squeezing. The surprised look on your face caused a sinister smirk to form on his annoyingly beautiful lips. “But I think she has some explaining to do about last night. Don’t you think, Mistress?”

You felt Laurie’s hand caressing your arm, moving up to your shoulder and squeezing as well. “I absolutely think she has some explaining to do, Daddy.” You could hear the smirk in her voice as she began massaging your shoulders.

You visibly gulped.

~ ~ ~

By the time Monday had rolled around, you were surprised you could even walk. Jimin and Laurie had showed no mercy on you when you explained to them what happened between Claire. They had “punished” you at first for not telling them the truth earlier, before spending the whole weekend “making you forget all about that bitch” their words, not yours. You could barely remember your own name by the time they were done with you.

As you sat at your desk, you couldn’t help but to think of the events that happened, letting your mind wander to every caress, moan, and touch. The way Laurie panted out how you were such a good girl as you flicked your tongue against her clit while Jimin pounded his hips into yours from behind. Or the way Jimin’s lips felt against your cunt as you sat on his face and made out with Laurie as she rode him. Or the way you held Laurie close as she moaned into your mouth while Jimin ate her out -

“(Y/n)?” You jolted out of your thoughts at the sound of someone calling your name, looking up to find the grinning face of Laurie.

Well speak of the Devil.

You sent her a smile of your own because you were really glad to see her after all, even though your sinful actions with her and Jimin will permanently cloud your thoughts.

“Hey,” you hated how your voice immediately gave you away because soon a shit-eating smirk replaced her sweet smile and she raised her eyebrow at you. You felt the heat licking at your ears as you sheepishly fiddled with the hem of the skirt of your dress. It was a cute little sundress that showed off your legs and it had Laurie biting her lip.

“I was wondering if you could help me get out a stain?” the question had seemed genuine enough, so you thought nothing of it as you followed her to the bathroom. She let you into the bathroom first, closing the door and locking it, making you hyper aware of the fact that you were alone with her. Your heart kicked up in your chest, but you shook your head and made your way over to the sink.

“So, how bad is this stain?” your voice had trailed off when you turned around and saw her towering over you, with her natural height and the added height of her heels. You swallowed visibly and the look on her face told you that she really didn’t have a stain at all. “. . . oh . .” was your whispered response and Laurie grinned at the way that you easily became puddy for her to play with.

Her hands grabbed at your hips and tugged you forward, her lips just centimeters from yours and you leaned up on your tiptoes to try and close the distance but she pulled away the last minute, a teasing smile adorning her features. “You seemed awfully distracted at your desk, Little One. Care to tell Mistress what you were thinking about?”

Your throat felt dry as you caressed her forearms, your eyes darting down to her lips and then back up to her eyes. You wanted to kiss her so damn bad. “I-I was thinking about you a-and Daddy.” you admitted, blinking up innocently at her. She cocked her head to the side in mock confusion. “Oh? what about us had you so distracted?”

You were hoping she wouldn’t make you say it out loud and you avoided her gaze. She must have picked up on the fact that you were too embarrassed to admit it aloud because you soon felt her breath against your ear. The heat creeping onto your neck settled onto your ears and cheeks and she must have felt how hot they were against her lips because she smirked, gently rubbing at your hips in an attempt to get you to relax. Even though she loves seeing you riled up, she knew that this whole experience was new for you.

“Were you thinking about how our lips felt together when we kissed?” she asked in such a hushed voice, you barely caught what she was saying. You couldn’t even nod your reply before she was continuing. “Or the way Daddy held you in his arms while he pounded his cock into your needy little cunt?” Her hands smoothed their way down your hips and to your ass under your dress and squeezing a handful into her palms.

The air whooshed out of your lungs so quickly, you almost choked on your tongue when she finally met your lips in a slow and sensual kiss that had your knees buckling. Wrapping your arms around her neck, you had to restrain yourself from running your hands through her hair because you were still at work. When one hand began kneading the flesh of your ass, the other trailed down your thigh to hike up onto her hip and she was soon pressing your lower back into the sink as the kisses shared between you became wild and you were glad you opted for a no lipstick day and stuck your blueberry flavored chapstick.

She pulled away to breathe and licked her lips, humming slightly. “Is that a new chapstick?” she inquired rubbing the section where your thigh meets your ass, smiling when you nodded your head. “Hmm, I like it.” and then her lips were right back on yours, pushing her tongue into your mouth.

She soon trailed her lips down to your neck, leaving light and teasing kisses on the skin covered in makeup to conceal the hickies that she and Jimin had left the night prior. Releasing your ass and dropping down onto her knees, she hiked your thigh onto her shoulder and began peppering kisses onto the skin, inching closer to the place that throbbed for her but never getting there. When a broken “Please” stumbled out of your lips, begging her to get a move on, she chuckled and began inching her face closer, closer, closer.

And just as her tongue swiped out and licked a teasing stripe over your panties, there was a knock on the door.

“Laurie? Are you in there? You better hurry, the meeting is about to start soon! You can’t be late!”

The two of you froze in your spots as your stared at each other like deer caught in the headlights. She sighed quietly, resting her forehead on your thigh and you wanted to sob when she ruefully stood up and place a lingering kiss on your lips.

“Yeah I’m here! (Y/n) was just helping me get a stain out of my shirt” was her reply before she placed one final kiss to your lips, giving your ass a final squeeze and then smiling as you chased after her lips when she pulled away. The way you pouted had her almost changing her mind so she could bend you over the sink and make you go insane with her tongue. Almost.

She sent you a wink before unlocking the door and walking out leaving you alone and extremely horny.

After waiting for a couple of moments you bolted out of the bathroom with only one thing on your mind; finding Jimin. You were a woman on a mission, trying not to break out into a run when you finally spotted him. . . talking to one your coworkers. You wanted to groan out in exasperation, but held back, not wanting to draw attention to yourself.

Schooling your features to look calm and casual and making a point to ignore the dull throbbing between your thighs, you walked up to them, too distracted to notice the way Jimin’s eyes trailed up and down your form when he caught sight of you. As you got closer, you caught the end of their conversation.

“She’s a little weird, don’t you think? Have you seen the way she looks at Laurie? You would think she has a crush on her or something.” the way the girl shuddered had a frown crossing both yours and Jimin’s faces. You realized she hadn’t noticed your presence yet and as you listened more, you felt irritation bubbling in your stomach. “I’m just saying,” she shrugged her shoulders, “I wouldn’t let Laurie hang out with her alone. She might try and make a move on her.”

You had heard enough and stomped up to them. Your anger and arousal were starting to mix and you were tempted to just get on your knees and blow him right then and there because of how delectable he looked. “Hey, Jimin, I need you to come with me.” You didn’t mean to sound so desperate, but you needed to get him somewhere private or you were going rip his clothes off and fuck him in front of god and everyone. Clearing your throat and taking a breath, you tried again. “I’m having trouble with the fax machine again.”

You were certain he could see the way your pupils were blown out and how clammy your hand was in his. Resisting the urge to lick his lips, he nodded and soon you were practically dragging him down the hall.

“Um, excuse me? We were in the middle of a conversation!” came the shrill voice of your coworker and you didn’t mean to let her see the heated glare on your face when you regarded her, but you were never an expert at hiding your facial expressions anyway. “I’m sure whatever the conversation was about can wait” Your hissed remark had enough venom to make a Inland Taipan cower in fear.

You barely caught a glimpse of the shock on her face before you were hauling him down the hallway and upstairs to the third floor. The entire floor was empty, reserved for those who worked the night shift, so you would be able to have him all to yourself with no interruptions.

Opening the nearest door and shoving him inside, you slammed the door and locked it before turning back to Jimin and practically pouncing on him. The embarrassingly loud moan you let out when you felt his lips against yours almost had you pulling away, until you felt him grab your hips and pull you closer. His lips slid against yours with a matched sense of need and soon your were undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants to pull his dick out.

No words were shared between the two of you as you hurriedly got on our knees and took him into your mouth in one go. You quickly began bobbing your head, pumping what you couldn’t fit in your mouth with your hand. Jimin nearly collapsed at the onslaught of pleasure, holding the back of your head and lightly thrusting his hips. “What’s got you so worked up, Little One?” he barely got the question out before the breath was knocked clean out his chest when he saw and felt the way you licked his tip.

Pulling you up, he pressed his lips against yours again before sliding your panties off and turning your around to press you against the printing machine. Running his tip up and down your slit had you whining as you pressed your hips against his in hopes of getting him to slip inside of you. He gripped your hip to hold you still.

“Please don’t tease me, Daddy.” you didn’t like how whiny you sounded but you also didn’t like the throbbing in your pussy that was boarderlining uncomfortable. “Please I need it so bad. Mistress had to leave and oh!”

Your sentence was cut short when you felt him push into you. You clenched when he was fully seated inside of you, rubbing your side to make sure you were okay, before pulling out almost all the way and then pushing back into you. You whimpered at the feeling of being so full and soon he was pounding into you, placing a hand over your mouth to remind you that you couldn’t be too loud.

“So needy for Daddy’s cock. Did Mistress leave you this needy, Little One?” You nodded feverishly against his hand, whining when you felt him pick speed, propping your leg up against the printer to thrust in at a new angle that had your breath stuttering. “Such a needy little slut, huh?” he asked, a malicious chuckle leaving his lips when he felt you clench around him.

You pushed yourself up onto your hands and turned your head so you could look at him with wide and innocent (e/c) eyes. “I-I just wanna make you feel good,” you bit your lip at the way he was looking and you felt your release building up quickly. He leaned down, giving your lips a chaste kiss before resting his forehead against yours. “Do I make you feel good, Daddy?”

His thrusts stuttered while you stared at him with those god damn eyes and he was tempted to drop down to his knees and thank whoever was out there for letting him and Laurie have you like this.

“Fuck, you make me feel so good, baby.” he breathed, thrusting into you so hard, your body slumped on top of the printer. You were just glad it wasn’t turned on. You finally met your end when his hand snaked down to rub at your clit and the constant clenching of your walls around him had him exploding inside of you as he rocked your body to milk himself before finally coming to a halt.

He pulled out and watched the way his cum dripped down your thigh, using your discarded panties to wipe up the mess. Your legs felt like jelly and you were still trying to catch your breath when he turned you around to examine your face to make sure you were okay.

When he saw the fucked out expression on your face, he chuckled and kissed the top of your forehead, leading you out to get you some water.

~ ~ ~

The next week, Jimin and Laurie had asked you if you wanted to spend the weekend with them at their own lakehouse, and you were equally as shocked at the fact that they owned their own lakehouse as you were excited at the fact that they wanted to spend the weekend with you.

You didn’t know what to expect as you packed on Thursday night, and by the time Friday afternoon rolled around, you were practically buzzing with nerves. When your shift finally ended, you went to look for Jimin and Laurie and found them talking to the same coworker you dragged Jimin from. Judging by the looks on their faces, they weren’t too happy with what she was saying.

“. . . bad news! Something just doesn’t seem right about her!”

Laurie opened her mouth to speak and it looked like she was about to rip her a new one, when you stepped up and made your presence known. “Hey, are you guys ready to go?” Looking between the three of them, you could feel the tension suffocating you and you anxiously fiddled with your fingernails when you saw the look of annoyance that was sent your way.

“Yeah, we were just making sure everything was squared away with Jennie before the trip.” was Jimin’s tense response before he grabbed your hand and began walking back in the direction you came and towards the elevator. You missed the ferocious look Laurie sent Jennie’s way as you all disappeared behind the elevator doors.

The entire ride down to the parking garage was filled with an uncomfortable silence, no one speaking even as they got to your house so you could grab your back and load it into the trunk. You finally decided to break the silence when you were on the road and driving away from the city.

“. . . She was talking about me, wasn’t she?” You were met with silence as they shared a look between each other. “Let me guess, she’s getting suspicious of me? Thinks Laurie shouldn’t get so close because I’m ‘gay’” you didn’t mean to sound bitter, but you couldn’t help it. You wished people would just mind their business and not treat you like some two-headed alien. So you like both guys and girls; what’s the big deal? It’s not like you would have forced yourself onto Laurie without her consent. The way Jennie was making you out to be made you sound like some creep instead of a girl just minding her business.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay, honey?” Laurie placed her hand on your knee and you looked up to see her looking at you in concern. You looked to Jimin and saw him glancing at you through the rear-view mirror before directing his attention back to the road. Your lips pressed into a thin line as you nodded your head.

Were you irritated? Of course. People always had to butt in with their two sense about your “choice of lifestyle” which is how they liked to put it. It was always weird or morally wrong. It was never just a human being human.

But was it the end of the world? No absolutely not. Whether you liked it or not, you were always going to deal with people like Jennie who would never agree with your sexuality, and so you just had to take a deep breath and let it roll off your shoulders. Grabbing Laurie’s hand, you gave it a reassuring squeeze. “Yeah, I’m fine. I promise.”

She smiled at you, turning back in her seat and leaving you to stare out the window and pulling out your earbuds so you could get lost in the world of music.

~ ~ ~

By the time you had gotten to the lake house, it was well into the evening and you were ready to just plop onto the bed and sleep. The rest of the car ride was filled with easy conversation, and fun road trip games that had you laughing until your stomach hurt. Grabbing your bag from the trunk, you admired the view of the house as the moonlight cast a glow on it that made it look nice and cozy. Laurie grabbed your hand and guided you inside, letting you admire the interior before leading you to the bedroom. She set her bag down before plopping down onto the bed face first and you followed suit, groaning when you felt how nice and soft the mattress felt.

Jimin had walked in a chuckled at the two of you, stepping over and planting a kiss to the crowns of your heads and giving you both swift pats to the ass to encourage you to get up and get ready for bed.

By the time you were all in your pajamas, you felt like a zombie as you got under the covers, Jimin and Laurie laying on either side of you. Cuddling up against Laurie, you buried your face into her breast, feeling Jimin’s arms snake around your waist and pulling your back to his chest. The sound of Laurie’s heartbeat lulled you to serenity and you let out a contented sigh as you finally fell asleep.

The next morning you had woken up with your face still smothered between Laurie’s boobs and your legs tangled. You feared if you had drooled on them in your sleep, but when you checked, you breathed a sigh of relief when saw that her chest was dry. Untangling your legs from hers, you sat up in bed and stretched, sighing when you felt your joints pop, noticing that Jimin wasn’t in bed. Standing up and making your way to the bathroom, you did your business and brushed your teeth before heading out into the kitchen, which had no sign of Jimin either.

You noticed a note from Jimin on the fridge.

Gone out to get some ingredients for dinner tonight. Don’t have too much fun without me ! ;)

-Jimin

You chuckled opening the fridge to see what you could make for breakfast, feeling a pair of arms snake their way around your waist. “Good Morning,” Laurie’s voice whispered in your ear and you shivered a little as you greeted her back, turning in her arms and wrapping your arms around her neck.

You told her where Jimin had gone and not even a second passed before a mischievous glint in her eyes had you tilting your head in question.

“Wanna go for a hike?”

After getting ready for the day, you had pulled out your shoes and let Laurie guide you down a hiking path. You kept a light conversation as you walked, enjoying the beautiful greenery that surrounded you. When she had pulled you off the path and led you deeper into the woods, you were worried at first, but that soon faded when you came face to face with a beautiful lake, the sun reflecting off the water making it shimmer.

“Jimin and I had found this place last year on one of our hikes,” Laurie explained, watching your reaction. “It’s gorgeous isn’t it?”

“It’s beautiful,” you responded, walking closer to the shore. You bent down and felt the coolness of the water against your fingers. “We should have brought our swimsuits,” you sighed in disappointment. “Who said we needed our swimsuits?” Laurie asked and you turned around right as she peeled off her shirt. The heat automatically went to your face and she sent you a cheeky grin as she continued undressing.

Taking a deep breath, you began stripping as well. You had no idea why you were nervous as if she hasn’t seen you naked before. You chuckled at yourself, stepping in knee-deep, turning back to her. “This doesn’t have like, snakes or anything does it?”

She giggled at your question and shook her head, grabbing your hand and pulling you in deeper. “Nope, no snakes, or snapping turtles, or anything that could hurt us. Completely safe.” You still clung to her hand when you had gotten to the point your chest was submerged in the water. She gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, coaxing you to lay back and float in the water with her hands holding you up. “This is nice,” you sighed as you let yourself float in the around, feeling the way the sun cast a warm glow over your skin and listening to the nature that surrounded you.

“I’m enjoying the view,” Opening your eyes you caught sight of Laurie’s pervy smile and you snorted when she wiggled her eyebrows at you. Standing back up on your feet, you boldly wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her closer to you, ignoring the feeling of her breasts directly against yours as it sent a shiver down your spine and settled as a dull throb between your legs.

“You know, you’re quite the looker yourself,” you stated matter of factly. The giddiest smile spread across your face when your saw the pink flush of her cheeks as she watched you stare at her. “A beautiful face, soft hair, amazing body. You’re spectacular.” Your voice had grown quiet by the time you were done speaking as you caught the glint in her eye. Bringing her hand up to cup your cheek, you leaned into her touch. “You have no idea what you do to me, Little One.” she whispered, leaning down to softly connect your lips together.

Trailing her hands down to the backs of your thighs, she effortlessly picked you up, a pitiful whimper leaving your lips as you wrapped your legs around her hips. You were so whipped for her and a heat settled into your ears and cheeks as you came to the realization that you’d let her do just about anything to you and you’d thank her afterwards.

The way that your clit was pressed up against her stomach had you whining as you rolled your hips and she chuckled against your lips, helping you grind against her. Her tongue slipped past your lips and soon she was dominating your mouth and with the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head, she almost thought you were possessed.

Laurie would most likely never admit it outloud, but watching the way she so easily get you worked up, had her arousal dripping down her thighs in excessive amounts, with the way you moaned her name so prettily and how you used her body to achieve an orgasm made her heart pound madly in her chest. So she watched, mesmerized with the way you tensed up as you reached you released, your pussy clenching around nothing and your clit throbbing against her stomach.

She stopped rocking you against her when you twitched in overstimulation and placed a loving kiss against your nose.

“You’re incredible.”

~ ~ ~

Getting back from the lake resulted in you shoving Laurie down on the couch and burying your face between her thighs, blushing slightly when she smugly made a comment about how eager you were before it filtered off into a moan of your name. By the time Jimin got back from the store, you were both splayed out on the couch, living your best lives as you napped in your birthday suits. Not wanting to disturb your peace, he left you in the living room and went to the kitchen to start dinner. He wanted to make something special for you, as he and Laurie had a very important night planned. . .

You and Laurie had woken up about an hour later, stretching your arms above your head and Laurie tried her hardest not to coo at you with the way your face scrunched up when you yawned but it proved futile when you looked at her with your adorable sleepy eyes and she couldn’t help but to peck your lips.

A sleepy smile graced your lips and you puckered them again for another one. Giggling slightly, she placed another kiss to your lips. Informing her that you were going to take a shower, you offered for her to join you and as tempting as that sounded, she told you to go take some time in the shower to pamper yourself and relax. Giving her one last fleeting kiss, you left to the bathroom. Laurie didn’t leave her spot until she heard the bathroom door close and the telltale sign of water running.

Going into the kitchen, she found Jimin slicing away at various vegetables, different ingredients strewn across the kitchen counter as he was extremely focused on his task.

Well, he was extremely focused until he saw his girlfriend standing naked in the kitchen. His eyes raked over her form and the look on his face never failed to make her blush as she stepped closer to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. He gave a her chaste kiss, to which she hummed and leaned in for more. When they pulled away, she took a look around the kitchen, taking notice of the seasoned chicken that was just about to be put in the oven.

“I see you’re going all out for her. Reminds me of the time you asked me to be your girlfriend,” she said with a quirk of her lips. A light flush colored his cheeks and he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “Well, I want this to be special for all of us. and I tend to go a little overboard when I’m nervous, you know that.”

She nodded, understanding where he was coming from as she was just as nervous about tonight as he was. “I just hope everything goes well.” she sighed, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. He nodded in agreement before he went back to cooking, Laurie going to the bedroom to gather some clothes as she waited for you to get out of the shower.

A couple of hours later and you were all gathered around the dining room table with enough food to feed a small village. Laurie smirked at him as he blushed an enticing shade of red for overcooking. You gaped at all of the food set out on the table. “Wow,” you gasped looking over at the choices layed out for you. You were honestly speechless.

“It’s looks delicious,” and you certainly weren’t lying and you were hoping he wasn’t expecting you to eat all of this because you didn’t know if your stomach could handle. But you were always up for a challenge anway, so it’s fine.

You stared at the way his cheeks flushed as you sat in between them, not knowing where to start. When Laurie noticed your indecision, she began making both yours and her plate, piling the same things on your plates and then handing them back to you. Your ears flushed as you silently thanked her and you got a wink in return. As you took the first bite, you were expecting a burst of tasty flavors but as soon as you began chewing, it was like an atom bomb of flavor exploded on your tongue and you were so shocked with the absolutely delightful taste, you almost choked.

“Oh my god,” You really hadn’t meant to sound so lewd but damn this man could cook.

“Well, I’m glad you enjoy my cooking so much.”

You were so lost in the pleasure your food was giving you, you had honestly forgotten they were sitting right next to you. You chuckled nervously, tugging on your earlobe sheepishly - an anxious habit you sometimes do when you’re flustered - and shrugged your shoulders. “This all tastes fantastic, Jimin.”

He smiled at you, patting your leg and squeezing your knee. You all soon fell into easy conversation as you ate and you found yourself relaxing more and more. After you had finished eating, Jimin turned to you with the most serious look you’ve ever seen and it had your heart kicking up in your chest. “(Y/n), Laurie and I need to speak with you.”

Oh shit. Nothing ever ends well when the conversation starts with “we need to talk.” FUCK! Did you do something wrong? Did you cross a boundary that you weren’t aware of? Well, shit, if you did then why didn’t they tell you before?

“Jimin! You can’t just start a conversation like that! You’re gonna give the poor girl a heart attack!” Laurie had thankfully interrupted your anxiety filled thoughts. Your heart was going to town on your ribs and you clasped your hands together to keep the from shaking, your face resembling a child who looked like they had just gotten caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Oh! No, it’s nothing bad, Little One, we promise!” Jimin was quick to clasp your hands in his own, willing you to look at his face and he tried his hardest to convince you that he was sincere with his expression. Turning his chair to face you fully, you mimicked the action and he took your hands again. Laurie stood from her chair and walked around to stand behind Jimin. Examining their faces you noticed that they both looked as nervous as you felt. Tilting your head in question you watched as they both took a deep breath, Laurie placing a comforting shoulder on Jimin’s hand before Jimin started talking.

“(Y/n), we’ve been friends with you for a couple of months, and we’ve just started getting intimate for two weeks now. You have no idea how important you are to us and we don’t want to make you too uncomfortable, but we want to ask you something.” You nodded your head for them to continue and Jimin gulped as he continued.

“(Y/n), we were wondering, if you would like to make it official and become our girlfriend?”

By the time he had finished the question, the butterflies in your stomach were playing an intense match of football and your smile stretched so far across your face, your cheeks began to ache. You flung your arms around Jimin’s neck, squeezing so tight, you worried you would cut off his airflow.

Releasing Jimin from your grasp, you stepped towards Laurie and hugged her just as tight, sighing as your rested your head against her breast. This was definitely something you could get used to.

When you felt Jimin wrap his arms around you from behind, leaning to the side and placing a kiss to your cheeks, you began to get emotional as you sniffled and hid your face in Laurie’s chest. They began to coo at you, squeezing you tighter and rocking you back and forth until you leaned pulled away slightly and crashed your lips against Laurie’s with as much passion as you could muster.

You held nothing back, running your fingers through her hair and exploring her mouth with your tongue unhindered. She kissed you back with an equal amount of fervor, squeezing your hips and moaning into your mouth. Jimin began languidly kissing the back of your neck, sucking on the skin teasingly and it had you keening as you pulled away from Laurie’s lips and turned your head to kiss him with just as much passion as you had with Laurie.

Removing one of your hands from Laurie’s hair, you reached behind you and held Jimin’s head in place, your lips moving in a sensual dance that almost made you emotional again when you realized that you could do this with either of them whenever you wanted. Breaking the kiss, Jimin took both yours and Laurie’s hands, leading the way to the bedroom and watching as you both sat on the bed.

You stared up at him as he towered over you, his pupils already blown out and his hair mussed from your fingers. You felt Laurie’s lips on your neck and closed your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the sensations before her lips trailed up to your ear. “Why don’t you get undressed for Daddy, yeah?” Opening your eyes again, you met Jimin’s gaze once again and you nodded your head, biting your lip.

You had all opted for more comfortable wear, so when Jimin stared at you as if you were wearing the most expensive and beautiful outfit, you felt a heat rise to your skin. Standing up, you quickly discarded your shirt and leggings, leaving you in nothing but your panties as you stepped forward and helped Jimin remove his own shirt. Tracing your hands on the now exposed skin, you leaned in, placing a kiss on his pec softly, moving your lips to the middle of his chest as he cupped the back of your head. You felt his erratic heart beat and it eased your nerves to find out that they were just as jittery as you were.

While your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle, Laurie stepped up beside him to meet his lips in a slow kiss, Jimin helping her undress as well. Pushing his pants down to his ankles, you palmed him through his briefs, losing yourself in the way he moaned for you and feeling your body ignite with excited goosebumps. You shivered, when his hands grabbed your shoulders and gently urged you to lay back against the bed, your heart rate spiking up as you watched the way they stared at your exposed form.

“Such a pretty little angel, don’t you think, Jimin?” Laurie asked as she crawled between your legs and tugged your panties off. Your fingers trembled as her face inched closer to your center and you looked up, your eyes locking with Jimin and he bit his lip and he watched the way Laurie’s tongue flicked out for a teasing taste.

You blushed when your hips jerked at the sudden feeling, soon relaxing when she ran teasing circles with her tongue around your hole before moving up and finding your clit, wrapping her lips around it and sucking. You moaned out in the room, completely forgetting that Jimin was watching you until you felt the bed dip beside you and you came face to face with his dick, the tip a bright red and leaking precum. Grabbing him from the base, you sucked the tip in your mouth, letting your tongue swirl around the head and dipping into the slit where you got a load of potent precum on your tongue and you hummed.

You always loved giving blowjobs, even though it sounded crude. You always revelled in the looks of pleasure they couldn’t hide or the sounds that they couldn’t cover up.

Feeling bold, you removed your hand and slowly slid down, stopping when you felt him nudge your throat and readjusting yourself so you could go deeper. Jimin’s body resembled that of an earthquake with how much he trembled as he watched you take him down your throat. When Laurie gave a particularly harsh suck to your clit, you moaned with him still lodged in your throat and he swore he felt his soul ascending from his body.

It didn’t help when he looked down and saw you already looking up at him with those doe eyes that had him nearly doubling over. The image of you with his cock shoved down your throat while you looked up at him with those watery (e/c) eyes will forever haunt his memory in the best way possible.

When you moaned around him again is when he met his doom and he swore he went cross-eyed as he came in your mouth, groaning out so loud, he was glad he wouldn’t have to worry about noise complaints.

You pulled off of him when he finally stopped throbbing in your mouth, and you gently nudged Laurie from between your thighs as she looked up at you curiously. Sitting up on your knees, you opened your mouth and they saw the creamy white substance of Jimin that was still on your tongue. Pulling your tongue back into your mouth, you audibly swallowed, sticking your tongue out again to reveal that it was clean.

Your body buzzed when you heard their moans of approval, both of them moving to your sides and kissing both of your cheeks at the same time that had giggling like a schoolgirl as they praised you for being such a good girl and swallowing Daddy’s load. The praise had blushing hotter than a supernova.

You were taken off guard when Jimin suddenly snatched you up and settled you both so you were straddling his lap, your hips subconsciously grinding against his cock that was already hard again. You will always be thrown in for a loop at this man’s stamina. He grabbed your hips, guiding your back and forth against him as you were already so worked up from Laurie’s mouth, small pleas falling past your swollen lips.

Taking pity on you, Jimin stopped your grinding, grabbing a hold of his dick and positioning himself at your clenching hole. Easing your way down on him, had you clenching in the most sensuous way as your mouth gaped open in a silent moan. When he finally bottomed out, your breath stuttered in your chest and you braced yourself on his shoulders as you rolled your hips to accommodate to his length.

You opened your eyes after realizing they were closed and searched the room for Laurie, watching as she moved beside Jimin’s head, swinging her leg over until she was hovering over his face. She searched his face to make sure he was ok to keep going, and when she was met with his expression matching that of a kid in the candy store, she lowered herself down until she felt her lower lips against his.

He immediately began his work on her, eating her out like a man starved accompanied with the moans she made and the feeling of your walls choking his dick, had his hips bucking up until you were bouncing on top of him. The entire room sounded like something straight out of a porn scene but none of you could really it in yourselves to care as you used each other’s bodies to chase your own pleasure.

Laurie was the first to meet her end, doubling over as you caught her, connecting your lips in a sloppy embrace, all tongues and teeth. You followed soon after when you felt Jimin’s hands moving to tweak at your nipples, while Laurie moved off his head to sit beside you and snake her hand down the front of your body to stroke at your clit.

He let you ride your high out, rolling his hips to meet yours and feeling the way your walls hugged him in a vice grip. When you finally came down, he grabbed your hips and canted his hips forward in such desperation, sweat began to drip down his temple. Laurie leaned down and connected her lips to his, moving to whisper in his ear.

“Are you gonna cum in our Little One, Daddy?” the way his hands tightened around your hips was enough answer for the both of you as you grinned at each other and egged him on.

“Does my pussy feel good, Daddy?”

“I bet her tight little cunt is squeezing you so well huh?”

“Are you gonna cum in me? Fill my pussy up until I’m dripping?”

He had no idea how he was able to hold off for so long but by the time you both finished with your filthy words, you worried he might pop a blood vessel as he came with a loud shout. You moaned quietly at the feeling of warmth that flooded you and you closed your eyes, humming to yourself.

You all watched as his release dripped down your thighs once he pulled out and you laid out on your back, legs spread as you absentmindedly swiped a finger between your pussy and stuck it in your mouth. Your hips twitched when you felt another finger swipe through your folds, flicking teasingly at your sensitive clit. Laurie licked at the juices on her skin before sucking the digit into her mouth and moaning sensually at the taste.

“I swear, you girls are gonna make me drop dead.” Jimin huffed, standing up and ignoring the fact that his legs felt like a jelly. He came back with warm washcloths and you all spent a couple of moments cleaning each other up. By the time you were all done and cuddled up against each other on the bed, you had already dozed off, tiredly mumbling how you could easily get used to this treatment. Jimin and Laurie watched you sleep for a moment before looking up at each other with matching grins.

“We did it,” Jimin whispered excitedly as he watched the way your naked form curled against Laurie’s figure. His beaming smile grew tenfold when he watched the way she caressed your skin, the look of adoration never leaving her expression.

She looked up at him and smiled just as brightly. “She’s finally ours.” lifting her hand up, Jimin met her halfway and they gave each other a victory high five before cuddling back into you and falling asleep.

A/N: Hello! I’m so glad I was finally able to finish this fic. It took sooooooo long. Anyway, I really hope you did enjoy and please let me know what you thought. Your feedback is always welcomed!