Air rules me but so does water. I am split down the middle between the two. Water is chaotic and memorizing, and there is much you can do because it is one of the two elements that you can actually touch. Just like my other post, Working with Air, we will be exploring different ways that you can connect more deeply with water. Enjoy dearies!
Here is a list of different ways to work with water:
We must drink water to survive, so when you are about to grab a glass of water (whether purified, tap, or bottled) before you pour it in your glass or before opening your bottle, enchant it by holding your hands around the glass/bottle (with your eyes closed or open) then say something along the lines as “I am one with the running waters of the Earth.”
Go to the beach. Collect seashells, rocks, and sand. Dip yourself in the ocean. Feel the powerful waves crash against you. NOTE: Be careful of any animals that live within the ocean, be respectful. Don’t collect anything that can be harmful for your health or illegal. EX. feathers.
Showers are powerful. If you are one who likes to take showers in the morning, imagine the water energizing you for the day ahead and see yourself conquering all that lies before you. If you are one who likes to take showers at night, imagine the water rinsing off to cleanse you from long day you had and see yourself washing away everything so you are fresh and new. No matter what time you take a shower, allow the water to freshen up your spirits.
Baths are very calming and relaxing. When one cannot go to the beach, this is an excellent way to substitute. Fill the tub, surround yourself with blue/purple candles, seashells, and crystals that relate to water. Put in herbs or essential oils within your bath to connect you to the ocean waves of the deep, vast blue. Bonus, you can put on ocean sound music to set the mood. NOTE: Do your research, do not put in herbs or oils that are harmful to your health. Do not put crystals around the tub if they can be toxic or if they deteriorate in water. Your health is always most important.
When it is raining, go outside and let the rain fall upon you. Close your eyes and let the water cleanse your being. Then if you would like, play. Splash in puddles, run around. Enjoy yourself.
Make a sigil that means “I connect with the waters of the deep, beautiful sea.” or something along the lines. (Again, I am not a sigil maker but something I would like to include for others who are) Wear the sigil on you as you go to the beach or are working at your water altar.
Make a special water altar, preferably facing west. Fill it with mermaid items, chalices, colors of dark blues and purples, seashells, etc.
Research mermaids. Merpeople swim in the deep depths of the sea. They are beautiful, alluring, and mysterious. Unfortunately, I haven’t found any sources on how to communicate with them so here is a small list of ways I have personally used to connect with them.
Go to the beach, sit in front of the water and sing. Whether it is a mermaid song (like Jolly Sailor Bold) or your all time favorite song, just sing your heart out. If others are around you on the beach, sing quietly or have your headphones in. If you are alone, then sing as loud as you want.
Collect seawater in a jar, then when you get home make an oil using essential oils and herbs that mermaids love. Then before you go to sleep, take a small inhale, then fall asleep. Let the mermaids come to you in your dreams. NOTE: Do your research, do not use oils that will harm your health. This is more for aroma, not placing on your skin.
While you are at the beach, leave the mermaids small offerings that you feel they would enjoy. NOTE: Do not leave anything that is harmful to our environment, like jars filled with items. Be respectful to our Earth.
If you cannot go to the beach, take a bath and surround yourself with mermaid items; like statues, mirrors, seashells, etc. Fill the bath with herbs and oils that relate to merpeople then while you are bathing, sing. Look in the mirror if you would like, allow yourself to become one with them. NOTE: I don’t really care that I repeat myself so often but for real, do you research. Do not use herbs or oils that will harm your health.
Be careful as you would communicating with any kind of spirit. Protect yourself and be respectful while you contact.
Once again, this miniseries is dedicated to @stylesunchained. I love you, B! This time around, the ever-so-lovely @chrissy22787 helped me out, and I thank you - immensely - for that, my dear friend.
Let me know what you think! Happy reading.
Even if Nick did piss him off, Harry couldn’t help but be proud of his best friend whenever he was awarded opportunities. He worked hard, and it was nice to see that hard work pay off in the end. So, when Nick mentioned that you were having a viewing party for his appearance on The Big Fat Quiz of the Year, Harry feared that he wouldn’t be able to celebrate the milestone with him.
“Ask her,” he demanded one afternoon.
Nick laughed, his eyes widening at Harry’s insistence. After little pleading from his friend, Nick sent a text asking you if Harry could be his plus one for the dinner party. Once he’d sent it, Harry forced Nick to show him the text for proof, figuring that it was just like him to say he’d asked you when he didn’t, instead showing up to the party with Harry anyway, thinking it was funny to throw both of you for a loop. Nick’s phone dinged minutes later, your name lighting up the screen. Your response of “Sure.” had caused Harry to go into an existential crisis, the wrinkle in his brow deep as he pulled at his lips.
“She doesn’t want me there,” he grunted. “‘m not goin’.”
Like a whole bunch of other people, I saw @charminglyantiquated ’s Elsewhere University Comic and got SUPER INSPIRED. And since she’s so generously encouraging other people to play in her sandbox, I present ‘Feathers’. EDIT : PART 2 HERE
You go to Elsewhere University. You’ve been going to Elsewhere University for (years and years and years and years) for three years now. You know how things are. You’re not an RA, but… Mm, you could have been.
Might still be. Aren’t yet.
This is your junior year (you think). You know how things are. You carry salt in one pocket, iron in another, trinkets to bargain away in your book bag, offerings in your purse, pearls around your neck.
my good friend @lena221b recently reminded me of a series of drabbles i wrote in response to anon asks aaaaages ago. i couldn’t find the original posts (we’re talking years ago, that’s too much scrolling for one mortal girl) so i decided to lump them all together here. the following are a few short snippets of derek and stiles’ life together. in my head they’re all part of the same universe. enjoy!
“I dream about riding you sometimes.”
Derek drops Stiles flat on his face.
Stiles doesn’t seem to notice, just tries to roll himself back over. ‘Tries’ being the operative word, because he somehow manages to get himself tangled in his hoodie and then he’s just struggling on the ground with his head trapped in the sleeve.
Ordinarily Derek would help him, would feel guilty about dropping him in the first place, but right now he’s too preoccupied with choking on his own spit.
Stiles fights his way out of his clothing and gazes up at Derek.
“You’re so big though, I’m not even sure I could get my legs around you.”
Can werewolves go into cardiac arrest? Because it’s happening, Derek’s pretty sure it’s happening.
“And you’re so strong, too. I bet I could just climb up on there and you could keep going for hours.”
Stiles smacks his lips and wiggles on the forest floor and seems completely unconcerned with the way Derek’s world is rearranging itself around him.
“Such a scary wolfy,” Stiles mumbles, eyelashes fluttering. “You’re also really fluffy though.” He reaches out and starts patting Derek’s boot. “Preeeetty.”
Derek steps carefully away from Stiles and smashes his head into the nearest tree. A cut appears on his eyebrow and then heals before he’s even wiped the blood away. Because Stiles is talking about riding Derek in his wolf form. Like he’s some kind of glorified pony. And Derek is so pathetically gone on this boy that he’d let him. He’d growl and snarl and snap his jaws and then he’d get down on his haunches and carry Stiles wherever he wanted to go.
He’s absolutely, definitively not disappointed that Stiles isn’t talking about riding him in his human form because that would be gross and creepy and taking advantage of Stiles’ intoxicated state.
Right, Stiles, who is drunk, and burrowing into a pile of leaves.
Derek sighs at his life and stomps over to pick Stiles up again.
“Whoa, spinny!” Stiles shrieks and clutches at Derek’s collar. When he’s got his feet back under himself he looks around and frowns. “Nooo, no standing, it’s nap time.”
“It’s three o’clock in the morning,” Derek grumbles.
“Which is why it’s nap time,” Stiles insists, like it wasn’t his idea to get smashed in the woods in the middle of the night like an utter moron.
“You can sleep back at the loft, okay?” Derek bargains, wrapping an arm around Stiles’ waist and hauling him forward.
“Mmm your bed,” Stiles groans, stuffing his face into Derek’s neck. “Been trying to get into your bed for months.”
Derek drops Stiles flat on his face.
The first time Stiles walks into Derek’s loft and finds him cooking he’s so stunned that he forgets to actually stop walking and crashes into a table.
Derek raises an eyebrow without looking away from where he’s blanching (blanching) vegetables. Once Stiles has stopped rolling around on the floor he uses two bar stools to pull himself right-side-up and brushes himself off as nonchalantly as he can manage.
“You cook?” he asks, trying his hardest not to appear incredulous, but Derek is wearing oven mitts so it’s not really going too well.
Derek levels him with his patented ‘why am I dating an idiot?’ look. It’s very, very flat.
“Yes, Stiles, I can cook,” he says, and pokes at something sizzling in a pan. Stiles boggles. Derek raises his other eyebrow this time. “Why is this shocking? You know I eat.”
“Well, yeah, objectively,” Stiles agrees. “I just always assumed you lived off a diet of Hot Pockets, squirrels, and the tears of your enemies.”
So very flat.
“Well, I’d hate to disappoint. I’ll throw this in the bin and then head out to rustle up some woodland creatures.” He goes to turn off the burner and Stiles dives across the kitchen.
"No, no, no. This is good. This is — What is this?” Stiles takes a whiff and just about hits the floor again. “Oh god, feed me.”
(Stiles can cook too, but his speciality is sweet things. Derek couldn’t bake a cake to save his life. They’re a match made in culinary heaven.)
"No,” Derek says sternly, giving Stiles everything his eyebrows have to offer. “Absolutely not.”
“What! Derek, come on, you know you want one,” Stiles wheedles, waggling his own eyebrows at Derek. He looks ridiculous and definitely not appealing.
“I have my hands full enough just trying to look after you.”
"Hey!” Stiles squawks. “I resent that! I am a fully functioning adult, thank you very much,” he says, puffing himself up.
All Derek has to do is glance pointedly at the thing curled up in Stiles’ arms and he puffs right back down again.
“I’ll keep her at my place! You won’t even know she’s there. I’ll take such good care of her, I swear.” Derek remains unmoved. Stiles pulls out the big guns. “Babe, please.” Damn him. “Just look at that face. You can’t say no to that face.”
The thing is, Derek is dangerously close to letting slip just how true that is. He’ll never be able to say no to Stiles. He might put up a token protest, but Derek knows that the second Stiles asks him for anything he’s already screwed.
And right now Stiles isn’t pulling his punches either. He’s got the big eyes and the pouty lips and his neck stretched out at the most perfect angle and Derek’s ready to fall to his knees and offer Stiles everything.
Except, what, no, not this time, Stiles is starting to make him legitimately insane.
“Who are you?! Hagrid?!” he exclaims. “Put the dragon down, Stiles.”
Stiles pulls this heartbroken face, and Derek is almost swayed except dragon.
“But she’s just a baby!” Stiles wails. “She doesn’t know how to look after herself.”
“She just singed off Scott’s eyebrows,” Derek says flatly. “I think she’ll be fine.”
(On the walk back to the Jeep Derek offers to buy Stiles a cat in place of the dragon, because they’re basically the same thing anyway and Derek is a sucker.)
“I told you not to do it,” Derek sing-songs, condescendingly, not even looking up from his book. The ass.
“No you didn’t,” Stiles moans from his place on the couch. He removes his arm from his face to glare weakly at said ass. “You said, ‘As if you’d ever get your nipple pierced’. Which was basically a direct challenge. Which means of course I did it.”
Derek doesn’t even stop reading to roll his eyes at Stiles. He just kind of widens them slightly with a long-suffering look on his face. The ass.
"This is entirely your fault,” Stiles whines. Derek doesn’t respond at all.
Stiles wriggles around making pitiful noises until Derek snaps his book shut with a growl. “What.”
“It hurts,” Stiles sniffles.
“Well that’s because you poked a piece of metal through your flesh,” Derek bitches, but he gets up and walks over to the couch anyway. He lifts Stiles’ legs and settles himself down, Stiles’ thighs splayed across his lap. Then he curls his hand around Stiles’ knee and begins leeching his pain.
“Better?” he asks, and Stiles hums in the back of his throat, his eyes fluttering shut.
He’s just about to drop off the edge of consciousness when something hot and wet envelops his nipple. Stiles jerks violently and finds Derek staring up at him from his chest, eyes dancing. He grins wickedly and flicks his tongue against the bar and Stiles melts.
(Derek ends up loving Stiles’ nipple piercing. Stiles lords it over him for months until Derek comes home with a piercing in a much more sensitive place. Stiles’ mouth is busy doing other things after that.)
Derek went into this relationship with Stiles with his eyes wide open. Which basically meant he was expecting a lot of sex, because every second word out of the kid’s mouth was innuendo and he smelled constantly turned-on. And Stiles did not disappoint. There was a lot of sex. A lot.
Derek was not expecting the cuddling. But five months in Derek’s beginning to wonder if Stiles is actually a were-octopus and just hasn’t told him yet.
No matter how aggressively he spoons Stiles when they’re drifting off to sleep, he’ll always wake up buried under warm, clingy boy.
When Derek joined the Stilinski’s in visiting the Sheriff’s mother over Thanksgiving, he passed out alone on the couch and woke to Stiles wrapped around him, his face shoved under a throw pillow.
Stiles holds him in the shower, tucks Derek under his arm at pack movie nights, plasters himself to Derek’s back in the kitchen when he’s soft and tired-eyed.
The first time Stiles grabbed Derek’s hip and rested his head on Derek’s shoulder while they were both brushing their teeth Derek spent two whole minutes staring at him in the mirror. The first time. Now it feels weird whenever he’s not lopsided during his entire morning routine.
For years after Kate, Derek was uncomfortable being touched. Other people’s hands made his blood pump harder and his breathing turn shallower and his muscles coil up. Now, the safest he ever feels is when Stiles’ arms are snug around his heart.
Harry smiled as he looked down at his mom on her wedding day as they were swaying back and forth on the dance floor. Anne smiled at her son but couldn’t help but notice that Harry’s eyes would glance over to his beautiful best friend sitting down at a table. She noticed whenever they caught each other’s gaze, they would blush and look away. “Harry” Anne spoke up, interrupting Harry’s staring. “Yes, mum?” Harry asked, his eyebrows quirking up. Anne smiled and placed her hand on his cheek. “Promise me that you’ll marry that girl someday.” Harry looked back over towards you. You had your hand placed over your mouth as you laughed at something his little cousin told you. Harry smiled and looked down before he looked into his mother’s eyes. “I promise.”
Growing up, you always thought having the “perfect ending” and “finding the one” was a total cliche. Whenever your friends described kissing their significant other, they would always describe the feeling of being on top of the world. You never believed that you would find someone who would be able to give you that feeling. You never believed that someone’s lips would be able to give you that much reassurance.
Until Harry kissed you.
As Harry’s lips met yours, you finally knew what everyone was talking about. Kissing Harry made you feel like you could take on the world. This kiss alone made you feel like all your worries and all your stress suddenly vanished into thin air. Kissing Harry felt right.
Slowly, you wrapped your arms around Harry’s neck as you kissed him back. You could feel Harry’s lips quirking into a smile as he kissed you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, trying to pull you closer as if he couldn’t bare to have you and further away from him.
When Harry kissed you, his best friend, he felt sparks. His lips felt like they were on fire. Never has he ever felt this way whenever he kissed Kimberly. It was in this kiss Harry knew that you were it for him. It was in this kiss did he realize just how in love with you he was.
What felt like an eternity, you finally pulled away. Both you and Harry were panting from the kiss. With closed eyes, Harry smiled as he rested his forehead against yours. A moment of silence passed between the two of you before Harry finally spoke up, “I can’t believe I waited so long to do that.”
You stepped out of Harry’s hold, wrapping your arms around yourself, suddenly feeing so ashamed. You shook your head as you whispered, “That was wrong, Harry.” As much as you loved the kiss and no matter how magical it felt, you were with Lucas and until the divorce was final, Harry was still married. You could literally see all the color from Harry’s face drain. You could see nothing but horror on his face as he backed into the wall behind him. You watched as his eyes took you in. It was like he was trying to understand the million thoughts going through your mind. You avoided eye contact with him as you stared at the ground, your eyes welling up with tears once again.
Suddenly Harry whispered, “But I love you, Y/N.”
You placed your hand over your mouth as you tried to choke back a sob that was trying to rip its way out of your body.
Harry slowly stepped closer to you. “It’s been a year since you told me you loved me, Y/N. Please, I need to hear you say it again. Please.”
When Harry was met with silence, he wiped his eyes. He looked down at his fidgeting fingers. “Do you still love me, Y/N?”
You looked up at Harry. As much as you wanted to scream out how much of an idiot he was and that of course you still loved him, you couldn’t. As much as you wanted to tell him that you don’t think you’ll ever stop loving him, you didn’t. Instead you said something you instantly regretted, “I fell in love with Lucas.”
You watched as Harry gasp for air. You watched as he placed his hand over where his heart was as if you actually broke it in pieces. You sniffed before you whispered, “I’m sorry, H.” Quickly, you walked back into the restaurant.
Harry placed his head in his hands as he dropped down to the floor. He brought his knees up to his chest as he cried the hardest he’s ever cried. Not giving a flying fuck who saw. Harry felt broken. Not only did he miss the opportunity to be with the love of his life, he lost his best friend.
You stared down at your lap as you sat in a silent uber with Lucas. Lucas was staring out of the window, not daring to say a word. He didn’t have to see Harry but he knew he was there tonight. He also knew that he was the reason why you had tear stained cheeks. Lucas glanced at you before he sighed. He took your hand in his. “Y/N? Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?”
You looked down at Lucas’s hand holding yours. You couldn’t help but think about how you felt absolutely nothing for this sweet man in front of you. You tried so hard to think about spending a future with Lucas. You thought Lucas was your chance of finally being happy. But after seeing Harry? After kissing Harry? You knew what you had to. You looked up at Lucas’s eyes filled with nothing but concern. You sighed before you whispered, “I can’t be with you anymore, Lucas.”
Lucas let go of your hand. Staring at his lap, he let out an, “Oh.” You shook your head as you inched closer to him. You placed your hand on his knee. “I can’t be the girl you need, Lucas. You’re so sweet and so caring. I don’t deserve you.”
Lucas nodded as he placed his hand on top of yours. “It’s okay, Y/N. I understand.” You leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Suddenly the car pulled in front of your apartment building. You thanked the uber driver and said a goodbye to Lucas before you got out of the car. You started to walk inside until Lucas called out your name. He had the window rolled down as he said, “I hope you get your happy ending with him one day, Y/N.”
You smiled. This boy really was something special. You knew he would make someone feel so happy one day. “I’ll see you at the wedding tomorrow.” You said before you made your way inside.
You let out a yawn as you stepped off the elevator, a tray of coffee in your hand. Whenever you closed your eyes, all you saw was Harry’s crying face. Guilt consumed your body as you thought about the lie you told Harry. You knew there was no way that you could fix it. You knew this was officially the end of an era. You sighed, hoping the makeup artist Emma hired for today will be able to conceal a broken heart. You knocked on Emma’s door before Olivia, another bridesmaid, opened the door for you. You gave her a small smile and hug before you walked into the hotel room.
Emma and Niall decided to have their wedding at one of the most beautiful hotels London had to offer, Hotel ZaZa. They both rented a room dedicated to the groomsmen to get ready and a room for the bridesmaids to get ready.
Emma’s eyes lit up as soon as she saw you. She walked over to you and gave you a hug before she grabbed the coffee tray out of your hands. “Y/N! Just in time, it’s your turn to get your makeup done.” You nodded as you sat in front of the makeup artist. The other two bridesmaids were sitting on the other side of the room getting their hair done. Emma sat down on the bed across from you. She noticed how quiet you were as the makeup artist was having at it on your face. “I saw you and Harry out on the patio last night.” Emma whispered softly. She saw the moment you pulled away from Harry after the kiss. She saw how Harry crumbled to the floor as you fled the scene. You glanced at Emma before you looked away.
“Do you want to talk about it softly?” Emma asked. You shook your head as the makeup artist was grabbing a brush. “No. It’s your wedding day. We should be focusing on you right now.” You smiled softly at Emma. “Are you ready to become Mrs. Horan?”
You smiled your best smile as you walked down the aisle. You looked straight ahead to see a very nervous Niall smiling at you. As you walked to where the other bridesmaids were standing, you mouthed to him, “You got this.”
Suddenly an instrumental version of “A Thousand Years” started to play, signaling the bride was coming. You smiled as you saw Emma walking down with her father. You remember when Emma told you that she wanted to walk down to this song, you thought it was silly. You thought it was a total cliche. But after seeing Emma smiling down at her husband to be with tears on both their faces, you knew this song was perfect for him. You truly knew they would love each other for thousands of years.
Finally the time came for Niall and Emma to say their vows to each other. You noticed Niall’s trembling fingers as he reached inside his suit pocket to grab his paper. He took a deep breath before he looked into Emma’s eyes.
“Emma, when I met you a year ago, I knew you were going to be the girl I married. After our second date, I promised myself that I would never hurt you. I promised that I will always be the one to make you laugh whenever you’re upset, to be the one that holds your hand when you need someone to talk to, and to be the one that you can call your best friend. The more that I’m with you, the more I forget the feeling of being lonely.”
As Harry was listening to Niall’s vows, he couldn’t help but look at you. God, he thought. You looked absolutely gorgeous. How was it that everyone’s eyes were on the bride but he couldn’t take his eyes off you? You were stunning. Harry’s eyes started to well with tears as he stared at his best friend. He couldn’t help but think that the next wedding you were going to be at would be your own with Lucas.
Emma cleared her throat before she promised her vows to Niall, “Niall Horan, I have never met someone that makes me laugh as much as you do. Never have I ever found someone that I can truly be myself with. You make me forget all of my troubles in the world and I could never thank you enough for that. I promise to always choose you. Whenever things get hard and whenever you need someone to talk to, I will be your best friend. I will be your wife.”
You wiped away a tear as you looked out into the guests. Immediately you were able to find Harry’s green eyes. You noticed how Harry was tearing up as he was staring back at you. You couldn’t help but think these were the kind of vows you always pictured yourself saying to Harry. You couldn’t get Harry off your mind.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Niall, you may kiss your bride.”
Emma smiled gratefully at you as she washed her hands. “Thank you so much, Y/N. I knew going to the restroom was going to be hard but I didn’t think it was going to be that hard.” You let out a chuckle as you were washing your own hands. Emma was practically begging you to help her pee while she was in her dress during dinner. How could you say no to the bride?
“No problem at all, love.” You replied as you dried your hands. You were about to walk out the restroom when you noticed Emma wasn’t following. You closed the door and turned around to see Emma staring off into space.
“Em? You ready?” You asked. Emma looked back at you and smiled. She pulled you into a hug. Confused, you returned the hug. Emma pulled away from the hug and pulled you over to the lounge area of the restroom. She sat on one of the couches and you followed after her. Emma grabbed your hand in hers. “Y/N. Even though I’ve known you for less than a year, I can happily say you’re one of my best friends.”
You smiled, “You’re my best friend too, Em.” Emma smiled before she continued, “In my relationship with Niall, you’ve been nothing but supportive. You’ve supported our love for each other from the start and I will always remain grateful. That’s why, as your best friend, I want nothing but you to be happy. And I know that being happy means being with Harry.”
You were about to object but Emma shook her head no. “When I saw you guys last night, it was obvious how much you guys loved each other. Anyone could clearly see that. When I saw you guys kiss, I was rooting for the two of you. I really was. Harry, he’s a good guy. And you deserve nothing but that. It broke my heart when I saw you run away. And when I saw how devastated Harry was? I thought that was it. I had to get you guys to understand that you guys had to come together, not run away. I know he’s hurt you. But you’ve hurt him too. Talk to him, make things right, allow yourself to be happy.”
By the end of Emma’s speech, you had her pulled into a tight hug. Emma smiled as she hugged you back. You pulled back from the hug as you smiled at Emma. “Thank you for that.”
Harry was sitting down at his assigned table, an untouched plate of food in front of him. He was watching Emma and her dad sharing their father-daughter dance until he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned his head to find you standing behind him.
“H? Can we talk?”
thank you guys so much for reading! i’ve been getting nothing but sweet and kind messages about this series and when the next part was going to be posted. i hope i did everyones justice! lol i love hearing from you guys! definitely let me know what you guys thought/ want to see happen next! all the love, t.
A/N; Eeeeek! Here it is guys, chapter 1! This story has me so pumped and i’m so happy you guys liked the intro. I hope you guys like this chappie, cuz it’s a bit of a giant relief haha. ENJOY! - Delilah
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x POC Reader
Haunting Me: Y/N is a normal young adult living in New York, but little does she know that she’s a reincarnation of the long lost Bucky Barnes’ fiance from the 1940′s. What happens when she runs into Steve in 2012? Most importantly, what happens when she runs into The Winter Soldier?
You focused on the pencil in your hand, shading the paper as carefully as possible.
New York was beautiful in the summer time, especially once the sun hit the right spot in the sky. It wasn’t a cloudy day by any chance; in fact, there wasn’t a single cloud in sight. You sat in the metal chair, your legs crossed beneath you as you focused on the sketch in front of you. You reached for the pastry on the plate next to it and took a small bite out of it, chewing slowly.
You enjoyed your time alone, as you always did, especially when you got to sketch the totally gorgeous Calvin Klein model sitting two seats down from you.
Okay, he probably wasn’t a model, but he sure as hell looked like one. He was built like a brick house and those eyes. Jesus –you could get lost in those ocean blue orbs of his. From what it looked like, he was drawing as well. He could draw and look super-hot while doing it? He was a rare gem. However, as you cocked your head to the side, curiously studying his features, you couldn’t help but notice how sad he looked. It made your chest ache just seeing him brood like that.
“Another brownie ma’am?” the waitress asked with a smile. And by the grace of god, the total hottie looked over at you. You blushed, looking up at the waitress with a timid smile.
“Um. No thank you.” She gave you a quick nod before walking away.
When you looked back over at the mysterious blond, you expected him to give you a small smile and continue throughout his day, but boy were you wrong. You looked back over and to your surprise, he was openly staring at you, his blue eyes widened with an odd mixture of fear and shock. He blinked rapidly, his eyes focusing on your face shamelessly.
Immediately you felt so self-conscious. Was there something on your face? Did you creep him out? Oh god, did your eyeliner smudge. You had a habit of rubbing your face whilst drawing and you did forget you were wearing makeup sometimes.
After a few minutes of being stared down by the man, you had quite enough. You hastily packed your sketch book into your bag and placed a few dollar bills onto the table before standing. You swore you could feel the burning of eyes on your back as you stealthy maneuvered around the sea of people.
Before you could take another step, you felt a tight grip on your arm stop you.
“What are you doing?” you exclaimed, turning around with a scowl. You reached in your pocket for your pepper spray.
“I-I’m sorry!” The man sputtered, his eyes softened once he peered around at the many people watching the two of you. There was a small crowd surrounding you now and you felt so embarrassed, yet relieved. He wouldn’t dare try anything in public.
You yanked your arm back, holding it in your wrist. “Why are you following me? Do I know you or something?” your last question caused him to frown. You could practically see the wheels turning in the man’s head as he chose his words carefully. He sighed heavily, before his eyes travelled down to the bag in your hand.
“I uh…noticed you drawing earlier and I wanted to say how nice your shading technique was. That’s all.”
You blinked, your eyes widening. He did all that for a damn compliment? Who was this guy?
“Thank you,” you replied, which came out more as a question. Soon, the people around you began going about their day once they realized there was no harm being done to you. Leaving the two of you standing in the middle of the busy sidewalk.
“My name is Steve,” he smiled, holding out his hand for you. “Steve Rogers.” You raised your eyebrows. That was a bit of an older fashioned name, but you weren’t complaining. Your mom tried to name you Jane once before your birth.
“I’m Y/N,” you replied, gently taking his hand and shaking it.
As the next couple years went by, you and Steve became two peas in a pod.
Wherever you went, he went. At first, you found it sort of creepy that your best friend was following you around town all the time, showing up at your apartment in the middle of the night when the Stark tower got too much for him and he needed a place to sleep properly. After a while, you just assumed the man was a bit lonely, which was fine by you considering you were, too.
There were times where you two would just stay up all night watching old movies from his time. His favorite was My Darling Clementine, which you had seen so many times that you now knew the entire film’s script by memory.
Soon, Steve began accompanying you on your trips to art galleries for school. It was a win/win for you as he always attracted so much attention being the hot shot Captain America he was, also, he eased the storm of anxiety that you struggled with your entire life. Steve was your wing man.
But there were some times when you felt that maybe Steve wanted to be more than friends.
You always thought of him as a brother figure, but the way he would look at you whenever he thought you weren’t noticing, it had you a bit confused. It happened when you were watching the old movies. He would look at you from out the corner of his eye, watching your reactions closely. You figured it was because he had a thing for you, which you didn’t return.
You had a couple boyfriends here and there, but nothing special. And Steve, bless his heart, had completely unapproved of them all.
But whenever you would sing along to your favorite song, Over the Rainbow by Judy Garland, you would see the look even more. You couldn’t put your finger on it, but something about that song probably caused unpleasant memories for him. You wondered why.
Another time you got The Look, was when you smoked. It was a habit, yeah, one that you’ve had for far too long. Every time you would be out and about with him -which was always- and you lit up a cigarette, he would immediately scold you until you put it out. You loved Stevie, but you were a big girl. You could make your own decisions.
You were lounging on your couch, watching old reruns of Seinfeld, when a loud banging on your front door causing you to nearly jump out of your skin. You looked over at your phone.
Steve was currently on a mission, or so you thought. Who on earth could it be?
You sighed, standing up from the couch and made your way towards the front door. You flung the door open, expecting to see Steve standing there with a box of pizza like always, but instead you got something way, way more complicated.
“W-What is going on?” you asked, eyeing the two other Avengers beside your best friend.
Steve let out a sigh, giving you a guilty smile. “These are my uh…coworkers.”
You blinked, staring at him with wide eyes. Coworkers? Really?
“May we come inside?” Natasha asked as she clutched her shoulder tightly. Her face was twisted into a grimace as she tried to cover the obvious gunshot wound in her shoulder. Your eyes widened.
“Of course!” you jumped, reaching forward and gently placing your hand on her back, and guiding her into your apartment. She let out a groan when you touched her shoulder.
“I think I’m gonna need a new shoulder.” she said.
You placed the cotton swab on Natasha’s shoulder, gently dabbing the fresh stitches you had applied. She was lucky to be alive, the bullet barely missed a major artery. A couple more centimeters and she would’ve bled out in seconds.
“So are you guys gonna tell me what the hell happened?” you asked, turning around in your chair to face Steve, who was seated on your couch, his body bruised and battered from the obvious fight.
Whoever they ran into managed to put up on hell of a fight.
“His name is The Winter Soldier,” Natasha chimed from behind you. She avoided your eyes as she spoke “He’s Hydra’s top assassin. He’s killed over a dozen elected officials and other people as well. We ran into him earlier.”
Steve continued to stare down at the floor, his face in a distant frown.
“What does that have to do with Steve? What happened?” you asked eagerly.
“We just found out that this so called Winter Soldier is actually Steve’s best friend, Bucky Barnes.”
Your eyes widened. You were so confused. Steve never mentioned anyone else in his life except for his mother and father. He always told you he was on the lonely side, but…he had a best friend apparently. An old best friend from over seventy years ago.
“Who the hell is Bucky?” you chided, furrowing your brows at Steve. How could he have not told you? You and he told each other everything.
“Bucky Barnes was considered KIA in 1942 when he fell off a locomotive during a mission to capture the evil scientist Arnim Zola.” Sam informed as he reloaded his pistol.
“And now, he’s alive. And brainwashed, completely wiped of his memories of Steve.” Natasha finished, taking a sip of the glass of orange juice you poured her a few minutes ago.
You felt your chest ache.
Why couldn’t Steve feel like he could tell you about Barnes? You guys were so much closer than the average friends.
You turned back to Steve, only to find him on the couch with his face buried in his hands. His breaths coming out in short huffs.
You made your way over to the blond, bending down until you were eye level with him. He looked so broken, yet you had no idea what he was going through. You’ve never lost anyone before. You had no idea who this Winter Soldier was, but if it meant reconnecting two old friends, you were more than wiling to help Steve.
You gently pulled Steve’s hands from his hair and brought them down, revealing his tear stained face. You smiled up at him, hope shining in your eyes.
“Whoever this Bucky guy is,” you began, looking down at your entwined hands. “He must be a special kind of man for you to go these lengths. We’ll get your friend back, Steve. If it’s the last thing we do.”
Steve felt his heart shattering even more as you spoke. Nevertheless, he offered you a false smile, hoping to distract you from the internal pain he was facing. To his relief, you bought it.
He watched as you went back to Natasha and began placing the bandages onto her wound, your face set in a concerned frown.
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Summary: You supported Jin’s dreams, and were there every step of the way. Whenever he canceled on you, you were okay with it. Whenever he had to be in the studio, you were okay with it. You were okay with everything he did, and when he broke up with you to continue his dreams you were somehow okay with it. Even though you had a big surprise for him…
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“Mm, babe where are you going?” You groaned as the other half of the bed dipped. With squinted eyes you saw your boyfriend putting his shoes on, getting ready to leave.
“Ah Y/N, I have to get to the studio.” Jin tied his shoelaces and patted his knees. He felt your arms snake around his neck and your head leaning against his back. If he could, he would stay here for the whole day, like he was supposed to do, but plans change and they needed him in the studio to record.
“I thought you had the day off?” You whispered, still half asleep.
“I thought so too, but they need me in today.” He felt your head nod against his back and you let go of his neck as he got up from the bed. You laid back down and Jin pulled the blankets up to cover you so you could fall back asleep. “I’ll see you tonight, promise.” He placed a gentle kiss on your temple as you cuddle against the blankets more.
“Take your time Jin, you can’t rush perfection.” You smiled at him as he let out a chuckle. “If you can’t come by tonight just text me.”
“Will do baby.” He rubbed your arm one last time before he left the bedroom. Another day he was leaving you for work, and another day you were okay with it.
“Y/N, what if I told you I want to be a singer instead of an actor?” Jin sat down next to you at the library as you were studying for an upcoming test. You pulled out the one earphone that was in and laid down at the table. Jin’s hands were folded on the table as he looked at you, his leg was shaking telling you that he was anxious.
“Well go for it Jin.” You placed a hand on top of his and his head tipped forward. “If it feels right then do it. I’m all for it! I mean you might have to take different classes now instead of acting classes…” He cut you off.
“No, Y/N the thing is.” He licked his lips and grabbed your hand with his. “I was recruited today by some company.” Your mouth formed an O as you nodded your head at his words, and without a beat you replied:
“Well go for it babe, I believe in you.” He kissed your temple, the load that was on his shoulders seemed to have gotten lighter. With your support, he could do anything.
“Are you sure about this Y/N?” His chin was on your shoulder as he looked down at your papers.
“Jin, I’m beyond sure, you should do it! Are you sure about this though?” You wanted to make sure he was okay with doing something that was outside his major.
“I guess I’ll find out.”
“Jin you look so badass!” You said to him through the phone line as you saw some of the teaser photos that were released for their upcoming debut.
“What are you talking about? I’m always badass!” You laugh filled up the phone line, and it brought a smile to his face. It relaxed his whole body, as he was tired from the recent activities.
“Whatever you Jinnie.” And the way that nickname rolled off your tongue, it was the best sound to his ears he’s ever heard. “Anyways, I’m making some dinner tonight for us, I was wondering what you wanted for dessert.”
“Y/N, I can’t make it tonight anymore, I thought that since we would be close to our debut I could see you but I still can’t.” His voice was sympathetic and you knew he felt bad. You didn’t mind though, because he was living his dream, and having fun while doing it. And even though you haven’t seen him in what felt like forever, he always managed to keep you updated.
“No! Jin don’t worry! I completely understand! Just make sure to get some rest okay?” He let out a little half smile with one nod of his head.
“I will Y/N.”
And that’s when it all started. You coming second to his job.
*End Of Flashback*
You never minded though. You love Jin with all your heart. Meeting him in your first week of college, he caught your eye that’s for sure. You were the first one to make a move, asking him to grab some food with you at a nearby restaurant that the two of your grown to love. You don’t know how long it’s been since the two of you been there together.
While Jin went off to become a famous idol, you stayed back to focus on your studies trying to become a nurse. And when Jin debuted in 2013 with his group you were his biggest fangirl. All of the times he could never see you, the times that he stayed up to practice instead of sleep, the times that he skipped a meal to focus on singing, it all paid off. While Jin kept apologizing to you that he could never see as often, you always told him that it was okay. You were proud of your boyfriend.
He always supported you as well. Making sure that you ate your meals, that you drank enough water, and to get some sleep instead of studying all night. He would love to see you drift off to sleep while he was video chatting you, and seeing you so relaxed and in a peaceful state of mind that it made him more at ease.
He fell more in love with you with each text, and video chat, and with each visit he had with you. You grew accustomed to each other lives, and when he introduced you to the other members, they were fond of you and loved you as well.
He couldn’t find anyone like you, he knew he wanted to be with you for a long time.
“Hey guys!” You walk into the dance studio with bags of food hanging around your arms.
“Noona!” Jungkook called as he raced over to you, and started looking inside the bags.
“Hold on Kook, let me set them down at least.” You giggled as you let the bags fall off of your arms and onto the floor. The guys floated their way over to the smell, and started to dig in. Your boyfriend was the last one to walk over, placing a kiss on your lips. “Well hello handsome.” You winked at him, and kissed him again. Now your arms were wrapped around his neck while his were wrapped around your waist, the members not taking notice at your affection.
“Well hello gorgeous. What’s all this for?” He nodded his head in the direction of the food.
“Well I’m on my lunchbreak and I thought why not bring some food over for you guys?” You patted his chest and brought your hands down to your pockets. “You should eat babe.” Jin agreed with your words as he sat on the ground with his members and started to eat.
“I love your scrubs Y/N.” Taehyung said to you with a mouthful of food, and you looked down again to see what ones you were wearing. Just a light pink color, with white shoes and your hair a mess. It was already a long day at the hospital for the nursing students, and you all have another 4 hours ahead of you.
“Oh thanks Tae.” You all sat there in a comfortable silence while munching on your food and scrolling through your phones. It’s been almost 2 years since they debuted, and each day you spent with the guys you loved it even more and more. They have become a part of your life, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Breaks over, we need to start back up again.” Their instructor came out and was the first one to break the silence. They all shoved the rest of their food into their mouths and set their containers back into the bags. They all said their thank you’s to you as you grabbed each bag to throw into the garbage.
“Thanks again babe.” Jin kissed your temple and off he went.
You’ve been with Jin for 3 years now, and this morning he texted you telling you to wear something fancy for tonight because he has something special planned. You don’t know why, but you have butterflies in your stomach and you felt like a middle school girl who was talking to her crush for the first time.
As the night approaches, you chose to wear a black gown, with your hair slicked back into a pony, and your makeup looked like it was professionally done. It took you a few hours to get ready for Jin to pick you up, but the outcome was worth it.
You were ready 30 minutes early before Jin would pick you up, so you turned on the TV and sat on your couch waiting for his text to tell you that he was here. And as 30 minutes passed you received nothing. An hours passed, then two hours, then three, and you were consumed in a new show that was being played.
The door unlocked at 11:35 and in walked Jin, wearing his practice clothes. He threw his bag down and kicked his shoes and ran to the couch to see you. “I’m so sorry Y/N, we got caught up in practice and we had to finish the dance moves.” He was out of breath trying to explain to you what he was doing.
“Jin,” You stood up and and placed your hands on his stomach and ran them up over his chest and to his shoulders and eventually around his neck. “I understand, the most important thing is, is that I have you now.” You kissed his lips, and he let one hand slide to your cheek while the other wrapped around your waist.
He broke the kiss and stood back a little to take in your figure. “God you look so damn beautiful Y/N.”
“Thank you.” You whispered to him. He got out his phone and played a slow song while grabbing your hand and swaying back and forth to the music. You looked at the man in front of you, and you couldn’t be any more prouder of him than you were. He’s living his dream, being so busy, and yet still finding time for you. He was the love of your life, and no one could replace him.
“What are you thinking about?” He asked you. You must have zoned out and he caught you, but when he spoke to you, you just smiled. “What?” He said with a hint of laughter in his voice.
“Nothing, I just love you.” You said to him, and he placed a kiss on your lips, leading down to your neck.
“I love you too.” He removed his lips from your neck. “And I love this outfit on you, but you wanna know what I would love more?” You let out a hum signaling him to tell you what he would love more. “This outfit on the floor.” And before you knew it, you were being carried to the bedroom, bridal style.
Pregnant. You were pregnant, in fact you were 3 weeks pregnant. Excitement, and nervousness filled your body as you found out this news. You couldn’t wait for Jin to come to your apartment tonight after schedules and for you to tell him the news. Even though this wasn’t the order you were supposed to be doing things in, you were still excited to have a baby with your beloved boyfriend of 3 years.
But what you didn’t know, is that you and Jin were on different agendas.
Jin walked into your apartment to be faced with you pacing around the kitchen area. He took your beautiful self in, with your pajama shorts and tank top, getting ready for bed. And when you spotted him, you ran over to him and wrapped your arms around him. It’s been too long, like always, but you don’t mind.
“Jin I have some….”
“We need to break up Y/N.” It came out of his mouth faster than intended. You unwrapped your arms from around his neck slowly and stared at him.
“What?” You asked him in confusion. You thought things were going fine, even though he was never around that often, he still tried. Was he getting tired of you? Was he told to end things with you? You weren’t sure why he was doing this, but you needed answers. “Why Jin?” Your voice came out soft.
“Y/N, I love you baby, I really do believe me. I just, I just don’t have time for you. I’m neglecting you and isn’t fair to you. You need someone who will always be here with you, and not keep you waiting.” He held your hands in his, his thumbs playing with your palms.
“Jin, I love you though, you making me wait for you is no big deal.”
“But it is to me Y/N.” He sighed and looked down at your hands. “I can’t keep doing this, I’m hurting you and me. Maybe in the future we can be together when things are figured out and I have more time, but right now,” He shook his head and released his hands from yours, “I can’t do this anymore.”
He was expecting more of a reaction out of you, tears, screaming, hitting, anything. But all he got was the normal you. A smile on your face, a hand cupping his cheek and a kiss on the lips. “I understand Jin. Live your dreams now, I’ll always be here for you.”
And with that, he left your apartment.
As the months went by, you couldn’t feel sad for the sake of your baby. The first week was horrible, you couldn’t even shed tears. You laid on your bed and stared at the ceiling. You thought things were going fine, but in Jin’s mind he was hurting you. Then as the week passed, you had to pull yourself together and start taking care of yourself for your baby.
You had to move things around in your second room in your apartment to make it a room for a baby. You set up a crib right way before you got too pregnant, and got all the tough work done earlier on in your pregnancy. You attended appointments by yourself, and even when the doctor asked “Will the father be joining us today?” you always said “He’s busy today.”
And each night you would read your growing stomach a book, or watch TV with it. And on special nights you would see Jin perform with BTS and you whisper to your stomach, “There’s your daddy, he doesn’t know about you, but he would love you so much. Hopefully soon he can see you.”
“Will she be taking the father’s last name?” The nurse asked as you were holding your baby girl. You nodded your head at the nurse as she wrote down the last name on her birth certificate. “And what about the first name?” You stared lovingly at your daughter once more before deciding.
“Luna. Kim Luna.” The nurse smiled at you, as you rubbed your finger against her cheek. You were in love.
“Beautiful name.” The nurse walked out of the room, and it just left you and your beautiful baby girl.
“Have you talked to her since the break up?” Namjoon asked Jin. It’s been 9 months since he decided it was for the best if you moved on and found someone else. Someone who wouldn’t make you wait, someone who could move in with you, someone who could give you the time of day. Jin wanted to be all of those things, but with the job he has, he couldn’t. He would give anything to take it back, but he knew he couldn’t be selfish anymore, and gave you up.
“We talk sometimes. She’s probably busy now, she’s getting ready for graduation soon. God she has to be so stressed Joon, and I’m not there for her.” He let his head fall into his hands as they were backstage before a show. Jin doesn’t even know how he got on the topic of you but he did. “Do you think she hates me?”
Namjoon let out a sigh, trying to think an answer. “I don’t think she hates you Jin, she loves you too much.” Jin nodded took his head away from his hands. “Do you think what you did was the right choice?”
Jin scoffed. “I thought it was, but it turns out it wasn’t.”
Two weeks had passed since you brought Luna home. Even though she keeps you up at night, you wouldn’t trade her for anything in this world. Even though she cries at random things, and makes you stressed, she’s still the most beautiful little girl you have laid your eyes on. And at just 2 weeks old, she knows her father’s voice because every time you see a music show and his lovely voice sings into that mic, Luna is at ease.
And one afternoon, while you were getting Luna ready for a nap, rocking her in a chair, your phone wouldn’t stop vibrating, and the I.D. said ‘Jin’.
“Hello?” You answered with your phone in-between your shoulder and ear.
“It’s been months.”
“Yeah it has been, I’ve been super busy, and I’m assuming you have been too.”
“Yeah, I have been. I just needed to hear your voice that’s all.”
“Oh, well I guess you got your fix then.” He laughed at the other end. Your daughter was sound asleep now, so you picked her up and set her in her crib.
“Can I see you later tonight? I mean you don’t have to agree, it’s just…” You cut him off.
“I’d love that actually.”
“Really? I’ll swing by your place if that’s alright? The guys will be here, and I think we need to talk one on one.”
“Sounds perfect Jin.” With that you hung up the phone, and looked at your daughter.
“You’re gonna meet your daddy tonight Luna.”
“I’m sorry it’s a mess.” You said to Jin as you were picking things off of the floor. With Luna in the picture you haven’t really had time to pick up much. You always haven’t been sleeping much, and since Luna is in bed for the night, you were supposed to be in bed for the night.
“No worries Y/N, you should see the dorm, it’s much messier than this.” You let out a light giggle as you threw some things into the trash. Jin looked at the kitchen, and saw baby bottles scattering the counter, but he didn’t think anything of it. He just assumed that you were watching your friends baby from earlier this week.
You made your way over to the couch to sit across from Jin. “It’s been awhile hasn’t it?” You said to him and he nodded his head in agreement.
“Yeah it has been.”
“I see things are going well though, I watch you on TV, and I watch your music videos and I also buy all of your songs. I guess you can say I’m a major fangirl.” You winked at Jin as he laughed. How could you still be like this after almost 10 months?
“You were always the best at being a fangirl.” You smiled at him. “Y/N,” Jin started and you looked at him as he licked his lips and his eyes got glossy. “I think I messed up.”
“What? Jin? What’s wrong?”
“I shouldn’t have…” Crying. The baby monitor was blaring, filling the living room with cries. Jin looked at it shocked, scaring even him.
“Can you hold that thought one second please.” You got off the couch and walked into Luna’s room. She wouldn’t stop her crying, so you picked her up and and cradled her in your arms.
“It’s alright baby girl.” You cooed, and Jin heard it through the baby monitor. “Why are you crying huh? Are you hungry? You don’t need a diaper change. Should we get some food?” Jin heard your footsteps walking through the hallway and into the kitchen. He saw the little girl in your arms, with a white onesie on.
You came back with a bottle in hand, and Luna’s eyes wide open looking around at her surroundings. Jin was staring at the baby, trying to think who’s it could be.
“I’m sorry it’s just she was crying so much, and I couldn’t leave her.” You explained yourself as Luna took the bottle in her mouth.
Jin ran a finger along side of her cheek, as she drank the milk from the bottle. “What’s her name?” He asked in a whisper.
“Luna.” You said back to him. Earlier today when Jin called, you were so excited for Luna to meet her dad for the first time. But now, you didn’t know how to tell him. How to break the news to him that he was a father. If he didn’t break up with you, it would almost be 4 years that you two would have been together, but here you two are. In the comfort of your apartment, holding your daughter, talking about your relationship with Jin. What an odd situation.
“She’s beautiful.” He stuck a finger in her hand and Luna grasped onto it with all her strength.
“She should be, her father is handsome! She gets her looks from him.” You smiled at her, as you were both fixated on her.
“Who’s child is it?” Jin had her hand wrapped around his finger while you were holding a bottle, feeding her. This is what a family should look like, it felt right.
“Ours.” Jin’s eyes went wide, and you both stared at each other. He was waiting for a kidding at the end of sentence. “She’s ours Jin.” Your voice grew softer with each syllable.
“Our three year anniversary, do you remember what we did?” His face turned red as he started to connect the dots in his head. “The day you broke up with me, was the day I was going to tell you that I was pregnant.”
“And why didn’t you?” His voice was quiet but a little harsher than you expected. “Why didn’t you tell me Y/N!”
“Because I didn’t want her to be the reason you stayed Jin. I didn’t want to make you miserable by staying with me because of Luna.”
“That’s bullshit Y/N! I wanted to stay with you! I thought what I was doing was right and it wasn’t, and now here I am ten months later, trying to get you back into my life and then also being told that I have a daughter!”
“It’s a lot I know, and I’m sorry. I understood that you were busy and I didn’t want to bother you. I was doing fine, in fact I still am doing fine.” You gave him a half smile as Luna finished her bottle and you removed it from her mouth. She licked her lips a few times before you placed a towel on your back and started patting her back to get her to burp.
“You always say that everything is fine Y/N. You say that when I cancel plans, when I can’t be with you as much, yet you say it’s fine, why? I know it isn’t fine.”
“Because it really is fine Jin! It’s your job and I understand that you have to make sacrifices! But at the end of the day I’ll still be here! That’s what love is!” Jin leaned in and kissed you with Luna between you two.
“I’m sorry, I was stupid and thought what I was doing was right when it clearly wasn’t. I couldn’t stop thinking about you Y/N, you really are the love of my life, and now,” He nodded towards Luna. “I have two loves of my life right here in front of me.” Your eyes got glossy as a tear fell down your face. Jin saw, and took Luna from you and placed the towel on his shoulder and patted her back. You wiped your tears away, and felt your heart swell with happiness.
“I love you too Kim Seokjin.” You let out a breath before talking again. “And tell you the truth, it’s been a rough two weeks. I think she plots against me so I don’t get any sleep.” You let out a little laugh. “But god Jin, I wouldn’t trade her for the world. She is the most perfect human being on this planet.”
“Are you really comparing yourself to your daughter right now?” You got up and sat next to Jin on the couch and leaned your head against his shoulder. “Weird to think that you’re father Jin.”
“I know, but I love it already.” He turned towards you and placed a kiss on top of your head. “Are you saying yes for me being back in your life then?”
“Yes Jin, I haven’t stopped loving you, and this little one here knows who her dad is.”
“What?” He laughed a little at your comment.
“Every time I play your songs or you perform on a show, and you start singing, she goes quiet and just listens.” Jin finally took Luna away from his shoulder and saw that she was sleeping, he cradled her in his arms as the both of you looked at her. “When I was pregnant with her, I told her everything about you, I have a feeling she’s gonna be a daddy’s girl.” Jin shook his head with a big grin on his face. “What?”
“Y/N, I’m a dad.” His grin got wider and wider. “And you’re a mom, and we’re parents to a beautiful baby girl.”
“I know.” You got off the couch and signaled for Jin to follow you. You walked to Luna’s room and he placed her in her crib. He pulled you closer and placed a kiss on your forehead, then your nose, then your lips.
“Thank you for giving me a second chance Y/N. I know this time, I’ll be here more often.”
“Jin, it’s your job remember that. Just know that I’ll always be okay and so will Luna. Our little family.” You grabbed his hand, and walked to your bedroom and climbed in the bed, patting the empty spot beside you. Jin got the hint and crawled next to you. “It’s been too long.” You told him, as you shut the lamp off.
“That it has Y/N.” He pulled you closer to him. He could never get enough of this. He knew that he was in love you. He knew that leaving you was the worst decision of his life. He just wanted you to be happy, but after 10 months he knew that you were each other’s happiness, and this time he isn’t letting go.
Being in a relationship with an INFP is probably going to be one of the most rewarding things you have ever done in your life, so, congratulations! They are quirky, romantic, shy, bubbly little introverts who have a capacity for love that is so large, it could very easily be considered a fault. However, although being in a relationship with an INFP will certainly reap many benefits (you’re about to get a book of poetry dedicated to you, songs written about you, little gifts, “I love you” texts…), keep in mind that INFPs are drained very easily. They exert so much effort into loving their significant other, that when they suspect the same amount of effort isn’t being reciprocated, an INFP can easily begin to doubt whether or not there are still mutual feelings. Luckily for you, as one with many INFP friends, I am going to tell you how to better understand, appreciate, and love the INFP in your life.
1. They love space, but you’re the exception.
It’s true, INFPs are still introverts, despite coming across as extroverts. Normally, on any given day, most INFPs aren’t stimulated (at least, not as much as their sensor-counterparts, ISFPs) by physical touch. Lord knows they would die before they initiated it. However, just because they don’t initiate or respond to a brush against the arm or back, a kiss on the cheek, or a hug in a romantic, swept-off-their-feet sort of way, doesn’t mean they don’t enjoy it. On the contrary, INFPs are passionately affectionate creatures. Unfortunately, they are still also shy. They are constantly worried about their efforts going exactly the way they didn’t plan, so when it comes to romance, it can be safer for them to keep their hands to themselves. Go the extra mile. Put your arm around them. Hold their hand. Brush the hair out of their face. If you’re feeling extra romantic, kiss them. Once you break the initiation barrier, it will be worth it.
2. “Do you really mean it?”
A question that doesn’t escape an INFP’s lips often enough, yet is always in the back of their mind. Due to their dominant introverted feeling, remaining true to their character and their values is non-negotiable. However, it also makes them apt to know that not everyone is as honest as they are. INFPs might question, doubt, or even accuse your intentions of being false, or ill-placed. Be patient with your INFP, and remind them often that you do mean well. Words are special, yes, but they won’t believe unless you prove it with your actions. Thankfully, it really doesn’t take much. Even asking them how they’re feeling, or bringing up a story that they shared long ago to remind them that you care, and that you are attentive to their needs and stories. You may notice that they ask often how your day was. That is because they genuinely care for your deepest feelings. They would hold your heart in the palms of their hands and guard it through flood and fire. They have seen the darkness in the world, and have probably succumbed to it at some point in their life. Keeping up with them and making sure that they’re taking care of themselves is one way you can show them that you really do appreciate and love them.
3. Their spontaneous, impulsive nature is the only predictable thing about them.
Don’t allow your INFP to be apologetic for the quirky things about them. Their auxiliary function, extroverted intuition, is constantly spouting strange ideas, notions, and stories that all somehow connect with what is on their heart (Fi). If one moment, you two are discussing politics and philosophy, and the next minute your INFP expresses a sudden interest in entering a Christmas light competition, don’t take it personally. They most likely weren’t bored of the topic at hand. They don’t merely have one train of thought, they have twenty-seven, and it’s up to you to keep them grounded without judging them. Let them be random. Let them be spontaneous. Let them go on tangents and rabbit trail onto something totally unrelated. If they allow that side of themselves to open up around you (because, believe it or not, most INFPs I’ve met are actually pretty insecure about their childlike spirits), you’re very special to them. Don’t take that for granted or brush it off like they’ll do that for anyone.
4. Flirting is fun, yes, but INFPs need and crave so much more.
Don’t get me wrong, an INFP who willingly flirts is the world’s most secret, guarded treasure. However, it gets old. It’s tiring. INFPs want more out of a relationship than the physical. They crave connection and genuineness. Ask about their poetry, or music, or whatever hobby it is that they enjoy. Ask about their feelings. Talk about the universe, talk about where you see yourself in ten years, twenty years, sixty years. Throw something flirty in there every now and then, but show your INFP that you love their soul. You won’t regret it. I promise.
There you go! Four essential tips for keeping your relationship with an INFP healthy. Have fun, be genuine, and remember that nobody is perfect. This isn’t exclusive to INFPs. You can apply those tips to any relationship with any type, but according to my INFP friends, these four are the most important and heartwarming.
Summary- Dean comes back from Purgatory a changed man, and things between he and the reader shift from friends to something more.
Word Count- 9,415 (**laughs maniacally, ripping her hair out all the while**)
Warnings- Longform NSFW Smut (chest worship, fingering, a hint of sub!Dean, definite rugburn, fluffy sex), language, protective! Dean, and Dean angst in regards to early season 8 events.
A/N- This takes place in season 8, mostly at Rufus’ old cabin. I know the cabin doesn’t have a fireplace, but we’ll pretend it’s right next to the tv. Cool? Cool. Title is taken from the Toto song of the same name. Again, thanks to everyone for being patient with me while I wrote this one. Super special thanks to @jpadjackles for helping with my plot bunnies, and @winchestersinthedrift for the lovely smut writing advice that I hope I did some justice with. Part of @curliesallovertheplace’s Celebration Challenge and @sis-tafics and @eyes-of-a-disney-princess’ Have a Hubba Bubba Birthday Writing Challenge. The prompts were “What if Dean is a cuddler?” and “The One With All The Kissing”.
(Blockquoted sections are flashbacks)
Each bump in the road has you shifting in your seat, the old chevy truck’s shit suspension making your butt numb with vibrations. You check your watch and, yep. You’re making really good time. You should be with the way you’re speeding on the blacktop, mile markers flying past.
Your phone lights up, the man consuming your idle thoughts’ face smiling up at you from the screen. Him and his stupid pretty face. It’s funny the way you could just as easily kiss said stupid face as you could punch it. And you wanted to kiss it. A lot.
You flip open your phone, “Dean?”
“Hey, you almost here?”
You fight to stifle a laugh. “Impatient much, Winchester?”
“There he is! The man of the hour!” Nick exclaimed as his eyes landed on his long term friend at the end of the hall. You let out a chuckle as you followed closely behind him. Nick Grimshaw was the only person you knew that would have this much enthusiasm in the morning.
Harry smiled at his friend before he gave him a hug. “Doing alright, mate?” Nick asked as he returned the hug. You stood back quietly, watching the two embrace. Harry nodded before his eyes landed on yours. He let out a small gasp as he took you in. You were beautiful. Nick noticed Harry’s eyes wandering to yours. Nick placed his hand on your shoulder. “Harry, this is Y/N, my assistant.”
Your cheeks blushed as you held you hand out to Harry. “Hi,” you whispered. When Harry took your hand, you could feel literal sparks going off. Harry’s hands burned at your touch. He smiled at you. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”
Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet
Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me
“I have to say I’m surprised you brought Y/N last night to mum’s dinner,” Gemma admitted as she stirred her cup of tea with a spoon. Harry stared at his sister from across the table, his eyebrows quirked up. Gemma looked up when she noticed his silence. Her eyes went wide. “No! I don’t mean you shouldn’t have! I just meant…you never bring anyone home.”
Harry nodded his head in agreement. It was true. Harry rarely brought anyone home to meet his family. He felt like if he was bringing someone to meet the most important people in his life, it should be someone he knew he had a future with. Although yours and Harry’s relationship was still fairly new, he knew that you were it for him. He knew that he wanted to spend as much time as he could with you. In his eyes, you were perfect and he wanted his family to see just how happy you made him.
Harry looked down at his fingers, a smile ding its way onto his face when he thought about how natural you looked with his family. How you laughed at his sister’s jokes, how you helped clean up the kitchen. Harry looked up at his sister and shrugged his shoulders. With a smile, “I truly believe I’ve waited my whole life to be with her.”
‘Cause we were just kids when we fell in love
Not knowing what it was
“Have you ever been in love?” you asked quietly. You and Harry were tangled up with one another. Your head was resting on his chest while his hand was on your lower back. Harry hummed. Has he been in love? Yes, he’s had a few girlfriends and he did feel something for each one but was it ever love?
You tilted your head up to look into his eyes. Harry shook his head no. “I don’t think I have been, no.” Harry admitted. You nodded your head. Harry pulled you closer to him. “Have you?”
To think about you loving someone gave Harry a slight pang in his chest. He didn’t want to think about anyone having the privilege of calling you theirs. He didn’t want to think about anyone having the honor of feeling your lips against their own.
You shook your head no as you let out a sigh. “Not yet.” Harry nodded his head as he began to play with your hair. “When do you know you’re in love?” You thought out loud. You had a lot of friends who were in love and even married. They knew they were in love. How do you know you’ve met someone and fell in love with them?
Harry bit down on his bottom lip as he too, thought the same thing. “I think…I think you know you’re in love when your significant other makes you feel everything and anything. I think you never want to leave their side, you mind always drifts to them…I’m not quite sure.”
“I feel all of those things with you,” you admitted quietly. Harry was sure that you could feel his heartbeat beating a million times a minute. Knowing that you were in the process of falling for him made him want to jump and scream at the world because…he felt all of those things with you.
You sat up and looked at Harry. He had a smile on his face as he stared back at you. “I feel all of those things and so much more.” You whispered as you placed your hand on his cheek.
But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own
And in your eyes, you’re holding mine
Harry let out a chuckle as he stared at you from across the room, dancing terribly with one of your friends. It’s nice to know that his girlfriend was just as uncoordinated as he was.
Niall took a seat next to Harry, holding a beer. He noticed Harry’s eyes following your every move. You turned and looked at Harry and smiled, a genuine smile before you and your friend made your way over to the bar. Niall tilted his beer in your direction. “Y/N’s special.”
Harry nodded his head. He looked over at Niall and smiled. “She is.” Niall smiled at his friend. “You know, mate. I’ve known you for a long time but it wasn’t until you met Y/N that I’ve seen you this happy. It’s like every time you look at her, you get this sparkle in your eye and she gets it too you know. Whenever she looks at you, it’s like you’re all she sees.”
Harry looked down at his lap with a giant, goofy smile on his face. Whenever someone talked about how much you cared for him, it truly did make him a sappy goose. Niall patted Harry’s back. “She’s perfect for you.”
Baby, I’m dancing in the dark with you between my arms
Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song
Harry reached across from the table and grabbed your hand. “That was amazing, thank you love.” Harry smiled. For Harry’s birthday, he didn’t want to do much; only wanting to spend time with you. You decided to make him one of his favorite meals. You set up fairy lights in his backyard and set a table for the two of you. Music was playing softly in the background.
You looked up at Harry before you put your fork down. You beamed at him. “Of course, H.”
When the next song played, Harry immediately stood up. He walked over to you and held his hand out. “Dance with me.” You let out a chuckle as you took his hand. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he wrapped his around your waist. Together the two of you swayed to the song. Harry placed his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. “But I can’t help falling in love with you,” Harry softly sang. You smiled as you listened to Harry singing along. You felt like the lyrics described your relationship with Harry perfectly. You couldn’t help falling falling in love with him.
When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath
But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight
You let out a shaky sigh as you stared at your reflection. Tonight was Harry’s album release party and naturally, you were nervous. This was Harry’s big night. This is what he’s spent so much time on. You wanted everything to go accordingly for him.
You stared at the necklace on your neck. You let out a scowl. Really? you thought. Surely you had a much classier necklace somewhere in Harry’s room. You quickly took the necklace off and rummaged your way through Harry’s drawers.
Harry made his way up to his bedroom that you were getting ready in. He leaned against the door frame as he watched with you with amused eyes. You noticed Harry in the reflection and let out another sigh. “H, maybe I shouldn’t be there tonight.”
Harry’s eyes softened as he noticed how distraught you were. He made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist as the both of you stared at your reflection. He pressed a soft kiss on your neck. “Why not, love?”
You placed your hands on top of his. “I look like an absolute mess.” Harry shook his head. Surely his beautiful girlfriend wouldn’t talk so lowly of herself. Harry closed his eyes as he rested his head on your shoulder. “You look perfect,” he whispered.
You turned around in Harry’s hold and looked up at him. “You have to say that. You’re my boyfriend.” You chuckled. Harry smiled as he took your hand and pressed a kiss on top of it. “I mean it, love. You look perfect.”
She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I’ll share her home
You let out a groan as you stared at your computer screen. Harry looked up from his phone. “What’s wrong, love?”
“My boss just emailed me about the meeting we’re having tomorrow. I have to go home and pick up some stuff to prepare” you sighed as you started making your way towards the door. Harry bit down on his bottom lip as he followed you. For a long time Harry’s thought about asking you to move in with him. You were already at his place almost everyday. Why delay it?
You were putting on your jacket as you noticed Harry’s fingers picking his bottom lip, something he did when he was thinking hard about something. “You alright, H?”
Harry looked up at you before he let go of his lip. “Do you want to move in?” Your eyes widened in shock. Harry placed his hands in his jean pockets as he waited on your answer nervously. “You want me to move in?” You asked.
Harry nodded before he scratched the back of his neck. “You’re already here most of the time, love. It’d definitely be easier if all your stuff is already here.”
You smiled as you took a step in front of him and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Alright. I’ll move in with you.”
We are still kids, but we’re so in love
Fighting against all odds
“So how are you and Harry?” you sister asked as the two of you were out shopping. You looked up from the blouse you were looking at and smiled at your sister. “We’re perfect” you replied before you placed the blouse back onto the rack.
Your sister nodded before she closed her mouth. For her entire life, she’s never seen you so happy. She’s never seen you so in love and to be honest, that scared her. The last thing she ever wanted to see was you get hurt. “Does it ever scare you? Being so in love with him?” Your sister asked delicately, not wanting to get you mad.
You paused from looking at the skirts and shrugged your shoulders. “It did. At the beginning, yes. But…it also made me excited. Harry’s made me feel things I’ve never felt before. He’s made me more confident in myself. He’s just made me feel loved.” You smiled thinking about how much Harry has impacted your life.
Your sister walked closer to you, her eyes searching into yours. “Yes but doesn’t his status scare you?” When the press found out Harry Styles had a girlfriend, they had a field day. For a long time, it felt like everything you did was plastered on magazines. The press also loved coming up with rumors about the relationship. It was hard reading so much things accusing one cheating on the other but if anything, it made your relationship with Harry stronger. It made you realize you didn’t care what others had to say about you. You loved Harry and nothing would ever change that.
You looked into your sister’s concerned eyes and smiled. “I don’t see Harry as the Harry Styles. He’s just Harry and he’s…perfect.”
I see my future in your eyes
Gemma had her head resting on her hand as she stared at the display case. Her eyes caught one ring in particular. “How about this one?” she asked as she pointed at the ring. Harry looked over at the ring and immediately shook his head no.
Gemma let a groan as she placed her head on the display case. “Harry! We’ve been at this bloody store for over an hour!” Harry sighed, regretting bringing his sister. “Have to find the perfect one.” he mumbled. Gemma stood up straight and shook her head. You did deserve the perfect ring. It was just hard when Harry was so damn picky. “You know she would be fine with anything you pick, Harry. She’s not materialistic.”
Harry let out a sigh. “I know. She just deserves it you know? She deserves the world.” Harry’s eyes were scanning the rings laid out before his eyes landed on the one. “Can I see that one please?” Harry asked the clerk, his eyes never leaving it. The clerk smiled and took the ring out and handed it to Harry. Gemma stood behind Harry and gasped. “That’s beautiful, Harry.”
Harry smiled before he looked up at the clerk. “I’ll take this one.”
Now I know I have met an angel in person
And she looks perfect
Harry rubbed his sweaty palms against his suit jacket as he waited for you to walk down the aisle. His eyes wandered to all of the guests you and him invited to be a part of the special occasion. He gave a smile towards your mother. He looked at his own and chucked as she was staring back at him, tears in her eyes. She couldn’t help it. Her little boy was marrying the girl of his dreams. Harry turned around and looked at all of his groomsmen who beamed at him. Niall gave a thumbs up while Nick winked.
One by one, the bridesmaids made their way across the aisle. With each one, Harry grew more and more nervous. Finally, the song shifted, causing everyone to rise to their feet. The doors opened and there you were with your father. Harry’s breath hitched as he stared at his bride to be. He could’ve sworn he was looking at an angel, you were so perfect.
I don’t deserve this
You look perfect tonight
You gave your father a hug before he placed a kiss on your cheek. You stood in front of you husband to be, a tear managing to escape as you were about to become Mrs.Styles. Harry’s eyes held tears of his own as he took your hand. Once everyone took a seat and the pastor began to speak, Harry mouthed, “You look perfect.”
the amount of requests i’ve had to write this is INSANE. i hope i wrote it to everyone’s justice! also thank you guys so much for checking up on me during the hurricane! means the absolute world that you guys took the time to make sure everything was alright! i hope for anyone that was impacted is doing alright. sending all my love to you.
Summary: There’s always been a spark between you and the guy next door; when life takes a rough turn, things between you accelerate. Pairing: Jensen x Reader Word Count: 4450 (without lyrics) Warnings: Trigger warning: Short assault scene; language, drinking. Mostly fluff-type stuff, despite the warnings. Challenge: Kari’s Favorites Challenge with the trope of “Neighbors AU” and Bronwyn’s Double Birthday Challenge where my prompt was Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. (I can’t be the only one who thinks of certain green eyes when you hear that song!) @thing-you-do-with-that-thing@jpadjackles
“That was one time, Ackles, and that
spider was huge!”
Your neighbor flashed you an adorable
smile, and you managed to keep the blush off your cheeks this time. His smile
always reached his to-die-for green eyes, making you go weak at the knees.
Jensen was nearly eight years your senior, the owner of a very successful
brewery in town, and, even with the banter that had begun when you moved into
the house next door after your grandmother passed away, you knew there was
nothing more than friendship between the two of you.
With a soft laugh that made your
stomach flip, he stepped out onto the porch and asked what he could help you
“My friend Kari brought her car over –
needed the oil changed and whatnot. I’m trying to change out the oil filter
now, but it won’t budge.”
Kari was leaning against the hood of
the car, but straightened up quick when she saw you coming back to the driveway
“Hi, I’m Kari,” she introduced. You
envied her confidence sometimes; it had taken Jensen coming to offer help to
you and your brother on move-in day for you to even think about approaching
him. “Thanks for coming to help.”
“Jensen, nice to meet you. Happy to
He took the oil filter wrench from you
and got to work. You and Kari sat on the porch while he worked, talking about
hair and makeup, and before you knew it, the tune up job was done.
“You didn’t have to finish the job,”
you said, “I really appreciate that!”
“Not a problem, sunshine,” Jensen
assured, wiping the sweat from his face with a greasy rag. “Anytime. How’d you
get roped into doing this anyway?”
Before you could answer, Kari
interjected. “She’s got a hot date tonight, and I told her I would help her get
ready if she would help fix up my car. It pays to have a friend whose dad and
brothers taught her a thing or two.”
Your friend headed inside then, and you
walked Jensen back over to his house. He asked about your date, and you told
him about the guy from work you’d had your eye on for a while.
“He finally noticed me, I guess,” you
shrugged. “I’m trying not to get my hopes up about it too much. I’m a hopeless
romantic, and my head runs away with my heart sometimes. Or is it the other way
around? Well, whatever it is – just keeping things low-key tonight.”
Jensen agreed that was a good plan.
“Just make sure he treats you right, Y/N.”
“I’m sure he will,” you assured.
“Thanks again for your help with the car!”
“No problem. I’ll be at the brewery
tonight. Bring Mr. Wonderful in, I’ll get you guys a round on the house.”
With a thank you and a playful
wink in Jensen’s direction, you headed back to your place to shower and get
ready for your date.
Bryan was handsome, tall, successful –
and apparently was well aware of the fact. Once the two of you got to dinner,
he was no longer the nice guy from work you chatted and joked with every now
and then. He was down right full of himself, and you couldn’t wait for dinner
and the movie to be over so you could get home and never think about him again.
He had other plans, apparently. Once
the two of you got back in his car, he immediately leaned over the console and
pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was rough and sloppy, and not a gesture you
wanted to be a part of in the first place. The whole night was turning out to
be a disappointment, but now you were borderline disgusted.
“Look, I just want to go home, all
right?” you told Bryan when you were finally able to push him away.
He snorted. “Oh, please. The other
girls have told me how hot you’ve been for me. This is your only chance, Y/N.
Sure you want to pass on it?”
Who the hell did he think he was? God’s
gift, clearly. With a roll of your eyes, you got out of the car. You didn’t
need him. You could call a friend or one of your brothers or even a cab to get
You were just a few feet down the
sidewalk when Bryan caught up to you and gripped your arm so tightly, you
yelped. Of course, the two of you were parked so far out in the lot, there was
no one around to help you. You’d have to make a break for it if he was going to
be this crazy.
“Let me go!” you demanded.
Bryan squeezed tighter. “You’re nothing
special, you know that? Girls like you are a dime a dozen. But if you think I’m
gonna let you go back to work and tell them anything about tonight, you’ve got
another thing coming.”
“I don’t want to tell anyone anything,
I just want to go home!”
“After you give me what I took you out
He started to drag you back towards the
car, but you dug your heels in and refused to move your feet. Bryan’s open hand
came down hard across your face, shocking you momentarily, until you saw red.
He was facing you now, and one hard, swift kick to the family jewels loosed his
hold on you and brought Bryan to the ground, writhing in pain.
Your cheek stung like a bitch, and your
feet was sore by the time you walked the five blocks to Jensen’s brewery.
Constantly looking over your shoulder, expecting Bryan to be right behind you
at any moment, got you to your destination in record time.
It would have been easier, you
supposed, to go back into the theater and call a friend or your brothers or a
cab. Your brothers would have gone to jail after hunting Bryan down, though,
and any of your friends would have made it into far more drama than you wanted
to deal with just then. That left the cab, but you didn’t want to go home and
be alone, either.
So here you were, standing at the bar
of the brewery with bruises forming on your arm and face. Tear stains formed
streaks from your eyes to your jaw. You found an open spot at the corner of the
bar against the wall; you didn’t see Jensen immediately, so you sent him a
text. If he didn’t answer in a few minutes, you’d ask someone to track him down
Are you still at work? I’m sitting at
You wanted to somehow warn him of your
current state, but you didn’t know how to word it. A minute after you sent the
text, Jensen appeared from the back. He spotted you instantly. His smile turned
to a look of concern, and he made a beeline for where you were sitting.
“What the hell happened?” Jensen asked,
his voice laced with the same concern in his expression, plus a touch of anger.
Your chin quivered and your eyes watered
all over again. Being here, with someone familiar, was the relief of safety;
for that reason, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. Jensen took your hand
and told you to follow him to the back. He led you to his office, sat you in
his comfy desk chair, and told you he would be right back.
By the time Jensen returned, you had
composed yourself. He handed you an opened bottle of your favorite beer, then
carefully set an ice pack against your face.
“Wanna tell me what happened?” Jensen
asked, this time much more calm than his initial inquiry.
You bit your bottom lip. “Mr. Wonderful
turned out to be Mr. Not-So-Wonderful.”
Jensen nodded as though he had figured
as much. “Just your face?”
“He slapped my face,” you explained.
“And he grabbed my arm.”
Jensen gently rolled up your sleeve to
inspect your arm. It was already bruising, but there wasn’t much ice could do
for you there. At least on your face, it kept the swelling down.
“What do you wanna do?” Jensen asked.
“I just want to go home, but I don’t
want to be alone. And I don’t want to make a crazy big deal out of this.”
Jensen caressed the uninjured side of
your face before leaning back on the desk. He must have been considering
whether or not to go with what you wanted, or make you call the police.
“All right. Stay here. Give me ten
minutes, then I’ll take you home.”
You nodded and kept the ice on your
face. The stinging had turned to a burn, so the ice was soothing. It had
started to melt and you were dropping the bag into the trash can when Jensen
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “Had to
rearrange some things.”
You were suddenly self-conscious.
“Jensen, you didn’t have to do that for me …”
“I did,” he replied quickly. “I mean,
you’re my friend and you came to me for help. C’mon, sunshine. Let’s get you
As you followed Jensen out to his
truck, you thought about what he had said. It had never occurred to you that
the two of you were more than neighbors and acquaintances, but Jensen saying
the two of you were friends certainly made you feel less regretful about going
to him for help. That didn’t mean, of course, that you didn’t try to explain
yourself the moment you were seated in the passenger seat.
“It’s just that my brothers would have
been way pissed, and Kari would have made it a bigger deal than it needed to
be. I just wanted to go home and be safe.”
“I can understand that. We’ll handle
this your way, but for the record, that doesn’t mean this isn’t a big deal or
that I’m not pissed. You don’t deserve to be treated that way – nobody does.”
The rest of the ride home was silent.
Jensen parked his truck in his driveway, then asked for your house key.
“I’ll go in first. Can’t be too
You had no problem with that. Never in
your life had you been treated the way Bryan had treated you, and it scared you
shitless, quite frankly. Having Jensen there was a welcome comfort.
“I think you’re good,” he said, handing
back the key. You placed it in your purse, which you went to put in your room.
When you came back, Jensen was still
standing near the doorway, looking somewhat nervous. You cleared your throat.
“I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight. Have
you eaten? I’ll cook for you,” you offered.
“I ate.” He finally pulled his hands
from his pocket. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable with what you’ve been
through tonight, but I don’t really want you to be alone. Somehow next door
doesn’t seem close enough.” He chuckled, nervously. “If you want me to crash on
the couch or stay up with you, I will. Or we can go to my place. Whatever will
make you feel safe.”
You breathed a sigh of relief. “I
wasn’t sure how to bring that up, so thanks for doing it for me. I’m gonna take
a shower, then maybe we can watch a movie or something?”
Jensen nodded. “Sounds good.”
You disappeared into the bathroom with
your favorite fluffy towel, and started the water as hot as you could stand it.
You cried a little again, just from the emotions of what had happened, when
washing your tender face brought everything rushing back as though it had
happened just a few minutes ago, and not an hour or so. You wrapped up your
shower pretty quick, dressed in sweats and a tank top, and went back out to the
Jensen was sitting on the couch,
playing on his phone. He looked up at you and smiled. “Feeling a little
“A little,” you nodded. “You changed?”
“Yeah, ran home real quick while you
showered. Grabbed a six pack of locals, too.”
You smirked when he handed you a
longneck of beer from his brewery. It was pretty delicious, so you took a good
long drink after that initial sip to taste.
You answered Kari’s text message about
how the date had went while Jensen debated between a couple of funny movies for
the two of you to watch. You kept your answer relatively vague, but promised to
tell her the whole story at work the next day.
Thanks to half the six-pack and the
shock wearing off, you were asleep before the movie was over. Without realizing
it, you dozed off against Jensen’s shoulder. He covered you with the comforter
you had dragged out from your bedroom, switched from the DVD player to the TV,
and fell asleep with an arm around placed protectively around you.
When the two of you woke the next
morning, stretched out on the couch together, your cheek against Jensen’s
chest, you were only a little embarrassed. A potentially
anxiety-and-paranoia-filled night had turned into a quiet, comforting evening.
You got up and made a pot of coffee before dressing for work. As you got ready,
you were quiet as you could be so you didn’t wake Jensen until you needed to
“Hey,” you said softly, sitting next to
him. “I’m leaving for work. You can stay as long as you want, just lock the
door on your way out.”
Jensen nodded and made you promise to
be careful before falling asleep again. It was strange in a very pleasant way
to leave a man you didn’t know extremely well but felt so safe and familiar
with asleep on your couch.
When you got to work and told Kari the
whole story, she made about as big of a deal out of it as you expected, but you
quickly shushed her.
“I don’t want a lot of people to know,
all right? I’m not embarrassed I just – I don’t want to talk about it. And
other people are liable to talk anyway.”
Kari didn’t like it, but she promised
to keep quiet. Your workday went on as usual, until Bryan found you sometime
“Hey Y/N,” he greeted, as though
nothing had happened. “I really enjoyed last night.”
You rolled your eyes and otherwise
ignored him. He made himself comfortable; you used all of your willpower not to
make eye contact. Your heart was racing. Not even twenty-four hours ago, this
same smiling, pleasant man had slapped you across the face and would have
likely done far worse if you hadn’t gotten away.
“I will have you, you know,” Bryan said,
leaning forward so that anyone passing by wouldn’t be able to hear him. “I
always get what I want. I’m sure you still want me – no one lets go that
Thanks God for Kari, who had been
checking on you periodically throughout the day as it was. She frowned when she
saw Bryan talking to you, but the moment he spotted her, he simply winked at
you and left.
“What was that about?” Kari asked.
Attempting not to have a panic attack,
you went ahead and told her what Bryan had said.
“You can’t keep on with this, Y/N,” she
said sternly. “Sounds like last night was just the start. If he isn’t taking a
kick to the junk as a hint, Lord knows what he is capable of.”
You ran a hand through your hair. “I
“Please, at least go talk to the boss.
Get yourself or Bryan re-assigned so you don’t have to see him.”
You hated the idea of being a victim –
that was part of the humiliation of all of this. Kari was right though. With
her encouragement, you went right to the boss’s office and spilled the whole
Your boss sighed. “I’m sympathetic with
you, Y/N, really. Unfortunately, as the incident happened away from company
property, our policy is not to get involved.”
She leaned forward on her desk.
“Without a restraining order of some kind, my hands are tied.”
You nodded, feeling full confidence for
the first time that day. “Fine. Then I am officially handing in my resignation.
I’m sorry, but I can’t work in an unsafe environment.”
She didn’t bother calling you back to
her office or anything; for that reason, you were even more comfortable with
your decision. Another job would come along and until then, well, you would
figure things out.
You weren’t going to be a victim of
this thing that had happened to you.
Kari offered to cancel her date that
night to hang out with you, but you assured her you would be fine. It was
clearly all for the best, and you had some things to figure out, anyway.
It didn’t help that the easiest
distraction from your problems was your neighbor’s green eyes and devastating
smile. When you thought about the way he had cared for you the night before,
how protective he had been, you got butterflies in your stomach. The idea
embarrassed you only a little; surely he wasn’t into younger women. Whatever
had gone on last night had been because you were friends, like Jensen said.
That didn’t stop you from putting on
your most casually adorable outfit and driving over to the brewery. Jensen had
texted you earlier in the day that he would be working the bar if you needed
anything, and that planted the seed in your mind. Even if you didn’t expect
anything to happen, it wouldn’t hurt to have a couple drinks while you ogled
your crush. You know, to cheer yourself up.
The smile he gave you when you took a
seat at the bar erupted even more butterflies in your stomach. You gave a
little wave and smiled bigger when he came over to see you.
“Your face looks better,” Jensen
“Wow, thanks,” you teased him.
Jensen laughed. “You know what I mean.
“Same we had last night, please. I really
“Ah, my favorite.” He filled a pint
glass and set it in front of you. “Not too much. You’ve got to work in the
You shook your head as you drank down a
good portion of the beer. “I quit.”
Jensen’s eyes went wide, but you explained
about Bryan’s remarks and your boss’s reaction. When you were done telling the
whole thing, he said he was proud of you.
“I’m glad you stood up for yourself.”
“Even if your friend is an unemployed
loser now?” you snorted. It had been meant as a joke, but fell just shy of
Jensen chucked you under the chin.
“You’re not a loser, Y/N. I don’t care that you’re unemployed, but if
you want, you can work here for a while, till you find something else.”
“Jensen, you don’t have to do that.
You’ve helped me enough – more than enough.”
He shook his head. “I told you when you
moved in next door that I was here to help with whatever you need, and I meant
that. Now, you’ve already been drinking so you can’t start tonight. How about
You could have hugged him across the
counter, you were so excited. You agreed to meet him there Monday morning to
“I find it interesting that he is so
quick to help you all of the sudden,” Kari commented when she came over the
next day. “Like after he found out you were dating someone.”
“I wasn’t dating someone, I went on a
date with somebody and it turned out awful,” you corrected.
Kari rolled her eyes. “Not the point,
“Your point is invalid. Jensen had
helped with a lot of things since I moved in.”
Kari nodded. “How many times before all
of this did you two fall asleep on your couch together before all of this?”
You didn’t want to answer her. You knew
what she was getting at, but if you allowed yourself to go there, even just in
your mind, you were setting yourself up for disappointment. Just like that
hadn’t stopped you from dressing cute and going to the brewery to see him when
you needed cheering up, it didn’t stop you from dressing to impress to meet him
Monday morning, either,
After giving you a full tour of the
place, Jensen went through the office duties that would now be your
responsibility. You had expected to be waiting tables or washing dishes; Jensen
warned you there would be some of that but mostly you would be working as his
You sat on the counter of the bar while
he put away glasses, teasing him about taking advantage of the new help, when
he looked at you with an expression that fell somewhere between amused and
“What if I did take advantage?” he
Your smile quickly faded. “Seriously?
Jensen set down the glass in his and
moved closer to where you were sitting. He settled himself between your knees;
you weren’t offended but … well, you weren’t exactly sure what you were feeling
at that moment.
“I mean, not really take advantage of
course,” Jensen clarified. That wasn’t something you were worried about, but
you appreciated the effort. His fingers pushed your hair behind your ear. “But
I was already thinking about you probably way more than I should. Then
everything went down with that guy, and you came to me. It got me thinking
about more things I probably shouldn’t be thinking about.”
The uncertainty fell away and you knew
exactly what you felt and exactly what you wanted. When Jensen’s hand carded
into your hair before gently guiding your mouth towards his, a daydream you had
indulged in time and time again became a reality.
When Jensen parted from you, he did so
slowly; somehow, he must have known that you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself
upright immediately after he broke that perfect kiss. A million things were
running through your head. When you were able to form a coherent sentence
again, you decided to just be honest with him.
“A few days ago, I had a date with a
guy I’ve ha d my eye on for a while. It didn’t turn out so well.”
“I know,” he said softly, not moving
from where he stood. His hands ran up and down your thighs, and the movement
sent shivers up and down your spine.
Deep breath. “I’ve had a thing for you
since I met you pretty much. With you being older than me, and my neighbor who
helped me every now and then, I never expected anything to come of it. Then all
of that happened, and now we’re sleeping on couches together and you’re telling
me things and we’re kissing on your bar.”
“I know,” Jensen said again.
“Say something besides ‘I know’.”
He kissed you, a soft, chaste peck this
time. “I don’t want to rush this. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. I know
it didn’t work out for you so well last time, getting the guy you wanted. But I
want you too, Y/N. I want to get to know you better and be your best friend and
take care of you. Maybe though, we can start with dinner tomorrow night? You
know, a proper one. Kari can come over to help you get ready, I’ll put on some
expensive cologne. That kind of thing.”
“I’d like that,” you said with a light
laugh. “Thank you for understanding.”
Jensen nodded and helped you off the
bar. “I’ve got you, sunshine.”
Monday and Tuesday were usually the
days the brewery was closed, so that everyone could recover from the weekend.
You and Jensen had gone in the day before so he could finish up the paperwork
from the weekend and show you how things worked. With all of your nerves over
your date that night, you appreciated that you had the day off.
With all of that nervous energy, you
decided it would be a good day to deep clean the house before you had to get
ready to go out with Jensen later that night. You opened the windows and let
the early summer breeze air out the place.
Always careful about bothering the
neighbors, you had your music quietly playing as you moved about the house. A
lawn mower revved up outside in the early afternoon, so you turned up the
volume on your music.
You were in a pair of jean cutoffs and
a thin, loose tank top. No shoes on your feet, and your hair in a messy bun on
your head. You’d washed your face that morning, but the glow of the sweat
build-up from working in the house had added a sheen to your exposed skin.
Drop everything now
Meet me in the pouring rain
Kiss me on the sidewalk
Take away the pain
‘Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile
Get me with those green eyes, baby
As the lights go down
Gimme something that’ll haunt me whenever you’re not around
‘Cause I see, sparks fly, whenever you smile
You didn’t care one bit about that when
one of your guilty pleasure songs came on and you immediately thought of
It didn’t matter that you were a mess
or that you were going to see him later. You had something to tell Jensen, and
you needed to tell him now.
You jogged out the front door, the
screen slamming behind you. You looked over towards Jensen’s house and saw that
he was the one mowing. He was shirtless, sweat dripping down his face and
chest, and that only made your heart quicken. Summoning up the courage, you stood
in front of the mower.
Jensen came to an abrupt stop and took
the headphones from his ears. “Y/N, you all right?”
You nodded. “I know this must sound
crazy, but I couldn’t wait until tonight to tell you. I want to get to know you
better and be your best friend and take care of you, too. I don’t want to do
this slow dating thing. I want us to do this, for real.”
He stood to the side of the mower. “You
“As sure as I’ve ever been of anything.
I’ve spent way too long just being the girl next door. I want to be your girl.”
Jensen grinned. The connection between
the two of you became magnetic; you met in the middle of the distance between
you. Jensen pulled you up into his arms, and your legs wrapped around his hips.
You pressed your mouth hard against Jensen’s, but forming that pucker to kiss
him was difficult.
so this is quite a soft one, besides from Taehyung’s one so, warning for that, but i wanted to do something cute and innocent, even though im not good at it (i hate being cheesy and the majority of fluff fanfictions are, like, throw up kinda cheesy) but either way here’s how BTS would propose to you!
as always make sure you send me requests for reactions/imagines/preferences!
some of this content is for mature minds only (taehyung) ;)
Request: “Can You Write Hardcore Isaac Smut But Make It Long??? I’ve Seen What U Write & It Is All Great But Too Short.”
Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), Daddy!Kink, public sex, public teasing, and language.
On a Friday afternoon school was the last place I wanted to be. It wasn’t even second period and I already want to go home.
Lydia Martin, my best friend, came running up to me. “Y/N/N! –I can’t run in these heels–Do you wanna go shopping? Allison and I don’t want to sit in class.”
I sighed. “Yes! Oh, my god, yes! I have to go tell the hubby first.”
“We’ll go with you.” Allison smiled.
The three of us walked to the group of boys by Scott’s locker. I walked closer to Isaac, and he pulled me into his side, resting his hand on my hip.
“Psst.” I whispered, trying to get my boyfriend’s attention.
Isaac ignored me and continued with his conversation with Scott and Stiles. I huffed and tried again.
“Babyyyy?” I said, sing-song. Still nothing.
I turned to the girls. Allison egged me on and Lydia shrugged her shoulders, letting me know that she was out of ideas.
A lightbulb went off in my head. I looked between my boyfriend and the other two of my friends that he was so caught up in talking to.
I cleared my throat. “Daddyyy?” I asked innocently.
Isaac choked on his words mid-sentence and Scott and Stiles both looked bewildered and hung their mouths open.
Lydia and Allison giggled behind me. Isaac turned to me.
I moved so that I was standing in front of him. I reached my right hand out and grabbed a handful of what was sitting in the front of his jeans. I squeezed his crotch gently and inconspicuously.
“I just wanted you to know that Allison, Lydia, and I are going to go shopping for a little while.”
My boyfriend nodded. ‘Uh, shopping, fuck–okay. Sounds fun.”
I let go and smiled. “Okie dokie, then. We’ll see you boys in a couple of hours. I love you.”
“I love you, more. Hey, wait, do I not get a kiss?”
I smiled and pulled Isaac’s head closer to my head. He leaned a little further to whisper in my ear. “Daddy’s gonna get you back for that later, baby. You better be ready for it.”
Isaac kissed my lips and I kissed back, still a little stunned by his comment.
“Okay, Y/N! If we don’t get moving we won’t have time to shop, come onnnnn.” Allison and Lydia took a hold of my hands and took me to Lydia’s car.
At Lydia’s car, we all threw out ideas on where we were planning on going. “Sooooo, I figured that we could go to the mall so that we can eat and shop. But I’m down for whatever, but we have to be back before last period; Y/N and I have a test that we can’t miss.” Allison chimed while buckling her seatbelt.
The three of us girls all agreed that we should go to the mall, and Lydia started to drive off in that direction.
After a minute or two, Allison spoke from the backseat again. “I have a feeling that Scott likes this freshman girl in our Chem class, but I’m not sure.”
The only way that my brain would let me respond was with loud and obnoxious laughter form the passenger seat. “You thi-HAHAHAHA-Scott and some freshman-HAHAHAHA! I’m-I’m sorry, Alli, it isn’t that funny.”
Lydia snickered from the drivers seat as she turned the corner and drove through the parking lot, looking for a spot. “I mean, it is kinda funny.” Allison smiled.
“Babe, I’m gonna fuck you up with some truth, okay? Scott would never in a million years leave you. He stuck with you when he found out your family are all a bunch of hunters, and he isn’t gonna leave for some freshman girl in your chemistry class. He loves you. You’re special to him.”
Lydia’s breaks squeaked as she pulled into the parking space. “Oh, and he knows that Y/N would rip his ass to shreds.” She added.
"With my teeth.“ I say and push my werewolf canines out to add to the comment.
Allison smiled and said thank you. The three of us got out of the car and started to the main entrance of the mall.
"Where to first?” Lydia asked as she looked around her.
Allison and I also looked around. Seconds later, we all pointed at the Victoria’s Secret store.
“I don’t know why I come in here anymore.” Allison laughed while she searched through the lace thongs.
“What do you mean?” Lydia asked her.
“Scott and I almost always get caught when we try to have sex, so I’m not totally sure that it really matters what I wear.”
Lydia and I nodded. “Stiles can’t even keep it together long enough to see what I’m wearing, so I honestly get it.”
I kind of just shrugged. “I’m really not sure that Isaac even cares what I wear soooo.”
Lydia started yo laugh at me. “Hmmm, I thought it was "daddy”. Is that not what you called him in the hall at school today? Allison, wasn’t that what she called him?“
Allison put a hand on her chin and made a thinking face. "I do recall Y/N calling Isaac "daddy” today.“
I let out a loud laugh at my two best friends. "Oh, my god! I swear no one was supposed to find out that I call him that!”
“It isn’t such a secret now, is it, babe?” I whipped around to see my tall, blonde boyfriend standing behind me with his arms crossed.
My cheeks and ears started to feel hot. “I–uh—What are you boys doing here?” I stuttered out and acknowledged the other boys too.
“Scott was hungry and wanted chinese food. And I was hungry too; But not really for food.”
Scott waved. “And this was the closest place to the school to get chinese.”
Lydia turned her head. “Um, isn’t there a Panda Express near the school though?”
“Well, yes, but Isaac said he was hungry, but like, not for food, so I made a joke and next thing that I know we were heading to the mall so that Isaac could…you know…” Stiles winked at me.
I rolled my eyes and walked off. “Y'all are acting like a bunch of eighth graders.”
I walked to the food court with Isaac walking by my side, trying to hide the fact that he was laughing at me. I slumped down in my chair and rubbed my head.
“Ughhhhh.” I groaned.
“Awe, baby, don’t be so embarassed. It isn’t that bad.”
I gave my boyfriend a sidways look. “Okay, alright, maybe I overstepped a line. I love you, though. Like, with all my heart.” Isaac pursed his lips and I playfully rolled my eyes, and leaned in anyway.
The kiss started out as soft and sweet, but it quickly changed to something very dirty. Isaac smirked into it and trailed his hand up to my covered sex.
I gasped a little and ground onto his hand harder. Isaac’s touch got rougher and the kiss got even more heated.
“Say my name, Y/N. Go ahead.” Isaac kissed me harder.
It completely slipped my mind that we were in public. But I pulled my lips from his and moaned out his name. “Fuck, Isaac….”
Isaac made a ‘tsk tsk’ noise at me and dew away from my lips completely. “Now, Y/N, that isn’t the name i was talking about. You can say it in public.”
Isaac ran his thumb across my bottom lip and flashed his gold eyes at me. He touched me harder and I moaned a little louder than I should have, considering that we were in public. “Daddy…oh, fuck.”
Isaac smirked at my reaction; Lydia, Allison, Scott, and Stiles all sat down around us. “Okay, so where are we gonna eat? I reallllly want a cheeseburger. Boys what do you–Isaac, can you stop devouring my best friend so that we can figure out what she’s getting?” Lydia asked.
“Getting some dick.” Stiles snorted.
Even Scott shook his head at his best friend. I gasped smally as I felt the knot in my lower abdomen tighten near release.
“I’m gonna get a cheeseburger or something. It just sounds good.” I informed.
Scott stood up. “Welp, I still want chinese sooooo.” He walked off to get his food.
The rest followed, but I held Isaac down for just a second longer. I bit hy lip and panted a little bit, until I felt a wave of pleasure pulse through my body. Isaac caught on to what just happened and smirked at me.
“Do you feel better, babygirl? did you like how daddy was touching you?”
I took a few deep breaths before I stood out of my chair and extended a hand to Isaac. “Yes, and, yes.” I smiled.
Isaac took my hand and walked with me to stand in the line with Lydia. Scott, Stiles, and Allison stood a few meters away from us, getting their food.
“Whatcha getting, babe?” Lydia asked me.
I looked at the menu above my head and thought. “Ummmm, I’m not really sure yet. I, what are you getting?”
“Hmm, that’s a very hard decision, Y/N.” I grinned as Isaac pushed into me. I could smell his arousal, and I know for a fact he can smell mine. It took everything that I had not to throw him on a table and ride him like a fucking horse.
“Y/NNNNNNN…I realllllly need to cum. But, like, preferably inside of you. Please, babygirl? Daddy needs it.”
That was all it took for me. I touched Lydia’s shoulder. “I’m going to show the hubby something because he doesn’t listen. I’ll be right back.” I lied.
Lydia seemed to believe me. “Go prove him wrong, girl!”
I pushed Isaac toward the nearest unisex bathroom and dragged him inside. I removed his grey v-neck from his body, and then got started on his belt. I threw it somewhere behind me and heard it clang against the linolium floor. The next thing I got rid of were his pants.
I dropped down to my knees and took his rock-hard cock into my mouth. With as much pent-up arousal I had, I wasn’t really in the mood to tease. I was in the mood to get laid.
I savored the salty-sweet taste of Isaac’s pre cum on my tounge and the sensation of his hand reaching to the back of my loose hair, and pulling it into a makeshift “ponytail” with his one hand.
I lifted my eyes to look at Isaac. He had a smirk on his face while he tossled his blonde hair.
“Oh, fuck, Y/N. You look so damn beautiful with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock like that. Oh, yeah! Fuck!”
I hummed as I felt his tip touch the back of my throat. I pumped him in and out of my mouth. “Why are you so good a sucking me off, princess? Fuck, it’s a blessing”
I took him out of my mouth and pumped his shaft still. “I just want to please you.”
Isaac pulled me up from my knees by my hair. He took my shirt and my shorts off.
He licked his lips and said, “I never get tired of looking at your body. You are so damn beautiful. But now,” Isaac bent me over the sink, and I hissed at the contact of the cold metal on my breasts. “I’m going to fuck that pretty pussy, and you are going to scream loud enough that everyone in this mall knows who is making you cum, and who is the only person who can make you cum.”
Isaac rubbed his wet cock head over my dripping wet entrance. Seconds later I felt his dick enter me and stretch me out.
“Fuck!” I squealed as Isaac hit my g-spot the first time.
By the pace of his thrusts already, I would say that he was not in the mood to go slower than he needed to. And I certainly am not complaining.
Isaac slid his cock in and out of my pussy, stretching me out beautifully and hitting my g-spot with each thrust.
“C'mon, Y/N. It’s okay to scream. Matter of fact, I want you to.” Isaac thrust harder into me.
I could barely open my eyes from how much pleasure I was getting from my boyfriends thrusts, but I somehow managed to get a scream to run through my lungs and out my throat. “Oh, yes! Ah, daddy, harder! Harder, please!” I pushed my hips into Isaac’s thrusts.
Isaac placed on hand on the mirror and gripped my hip with the other. I let go of every noise that came out of me. I didn’t have the power to hide a single one.
“God, Y/N, You take my cock so well, oh, yeah….Who is daddy’s little slut? Huh?” Isaac began to thrust deeper into me, my release threatening to explode.
“I’m your little slut, daddy. Please–fuck–please, let me cum.”
I felt Isaac’s cock pulse inside of me, so I knew he was close too. “Since you asked oh so nicely, baby, yes, you can cum. I want you to cum all over my cock. I want to feel you clench around me baby.”
That was all it took for me to let go. I came and screamed “daddy” at the top of my lungs. It actually made my throat a little sore. I felt Isaac cum too, his seed dripping down my leg.
Isaac gave my ass a squeeze as we got dressed. “Now, let’s go get all kinds of dirty looks from people outside waiting for the bathroom.”
We shared a laugh and walked out of the bathroom with post-sex hair, and couldn’t contain any of our laughter.
Summary: The whole “you see color when you touch your soulmate” deal. It’s fluff (and smut. There’s some in there).
A/N: Thank you thank you thank you for reading. You’re all too cool for me.
At least it was Friday.
You just had to get through a day of work, then you could come home and binge-watch
Netflix. The entry level job you had been
given was not challenging, and you spent a majority of your time reading or
listening to music. Though it was tedious
it paid well, and you couldn’t complain about being able to make rent for
“Your shirt and pants don’t match.”
You sighed. Your
cubicle-mate had recently met her soulmate, and every day for the past week she
had criticized your choice of outfit.
Fandom: Marvel Ship: Peter Parker x Reader Requested: Yes, and taken from this post (thanks again @hands1766) Genre: Fluffish?? Warnings: Mention of Injuries A/N: Reader uses female pronouns Part OnePart ThreePart Four
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Peter greeted his aunt with a slam of the front door and a yell. “Aunt May! Where are you?!”
She came rushing from the kitchen, a slightly burnt scent following her, with a worried expression on her face. “What’s wrong?” She asked as she looked at Peter up and down, looking for any injuries. “Are you okay?”
“I’m gonna do it,” he said instead of answering her, a growing smile on his face. “I’m finally gonna do it, Aunt May.”
Her face reflected his, an elated expression quickly gracing her face. “Why now?” She asked, but she wasn’t protesting. Not in the least. Peter knew she had been looking forward to this almost as much as he was.
“I know how to do it now,” he said, moving over to the kitchen table and sitting down, plopping his backpack onto the ground with a loud thud. May sat down across from him, taking her dirty apron off and placing it onto the chair next to her.
“Go on,” she said, nodding.
“A mixtape,” Peter said, and he watched as May grew impossibly more excited. “I heard her talking about it at school, and she said she’d love if someone made her a mixtape. So that’s what I’m gonna do!”
Peter’s mind was racing, excited that the time had finally come for him to ask you out, that he forgot the reason he had come into the apartment screaming.
“Oh!” He exclaimed, scaring May in the process when he jumped in his seat, and even scaring himself. “I don’t know how to make a mixtape.”
May stood from her chair, her laugh echoing through the small apartment as she walked to the kitchen. Peter stared after her, confused, until she came back with a small notebook and a pen. She dropped them onto the table with a dramatic flare, and Peter startled.
“What’s this for?” He asked, taking the notebook and flipping to an empty page.
May sat down and took the notebook into her own hands, clicking the pen open. “You are going to tell me everything you love about (Y/N), and we’re going to write them all down. And then you can pick your songs based off of them.”
Peter’s eyebrows rose on his forehead, impressed with his aunt’s idea. “Okay,” he said slowly, and May readied the pen over the blank piece of paper, expectantly looking at him.
He stopped suddenly, mind going blank. There were so many things that came to mind that not one stood out by itself, and Peter didn’t know where to start. He looked at May desperately, and she titled her head with a smile.
“There’s so much to love,” Peter sighed, shaking his head.
May’s smile grew. “Do you have a favorite memory?”
Peter tried to think again, but still, there were so many to choose from. You had been in his life for what seemed like forever now, and he couldn’t think of a time before you were by his side. There were an infinite amount of memories since then.
There was no where to start.
“Peter,” May laughed. “It’s so simple.”
“But it’s not,” Peter stressed, looking his aunt in the eyes. “This is too important to just- to just quickly write some things down on a paper and be done. (Y/N) deserves better than that.”
His aunt looked at him with some kind of admiration, wondering how this boy ended up so- so caring. She smiled, thinking she must’ve done something right along the way. “Do you like her smile?”
Peter stared at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Of course I- what?”
“(Y/N)’s smile,” she said again. “What do you think of when you see her smile?”
May watched as the cogs turned in her nephew’s head, and he tilted his head towards the table. He didn’t take a glance at her as he spoke. “When she smiles at me, I,” he paused to let out a breath, and she thought she saw a slight tilt to his lips. “I feel like my heart is going to burst out of my chest. It’s like she’s- she’s only ever smiled at me, like it’s a special smile that is a secret for only us two. It’s the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen in my life.”
May smiled softly, feeling tears well up in her eyes. “What else?” She said quietly.
She listened as Peter began to ramble. He told her about the way you bit your lip when you were nervous, and how you smiled to yourself whenever you were proud of something you had done. He told her about the way you tended to his injuries whenever a bully (a villain) decided to put a beating on him, and how he could tell you were always holding back tears because you never liked to see him in pain.
It seemed like they were sitting at the table for hours as he told her everything.
Peter smiled as he thought of all the memories the two of you had made. He even told a few to May. He spoke of the day he was the closest to saying ‘I love you’ than he had ever been before.
“I can’t believe we’re already gonna be juniors,” you had whispered to him as you gently swayed on the swing next to his. You were looking up at the stars that were shining above the park, and Peter pretended to be looking at them too.
But he was looking at you, staring at the admiration on your face. The only light provided for him to see you was the moon and the stars, and although they didn’t help much, he could picture your face perfectly with the rest of his imagination.
“Yeah, same,” he whispered in return, and you turned from the stars to look at him. His eyes widened slightly, startled by your beauty in the dim light. You were biting your lip, a contemplative look in your eyes that made Peter hold his breath. He wasn’t sure why he wouldn’t dare to breathe, but he thought it was because he didn’t want anything to break this moment of your eyes connecting so intensely.
“But it’s okay,” you stopped biting your lip to smile, and Peter had to let out a heavy breath at that. “As long as I have you by my side.”
He knew his heart skipped a beat- it had to, with the way he could feel those words affect him. It was his turn to bite his lip, and he tried to keep his eyes from widening, but he couldn’t help it.
He laughed, a bit hysterically, and he almost let the words slip out at that moment, sitting next to each other on the park’s swing set with the stars shining above you. He wanted to say it, and your bright eyes still looking into his were almost hypnotizing him.
But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t. Not yet.
“You too,” he said instead, quietly to try not to disturb the moment. But still, as he spoke the words, he wished he had said something else.
“Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had said it that night,” Peter said, looking up from the table to look at his aunt. He stopped speaking and his eyebrows furrowed when he saw the streaks of tears on her cheeks. “May?” He asked, sitting up straighter in his seat. She laughed a little and shook her head, wiping her cheeks with her hands.
“I’m fine, Peter,” she said, still laughing, but he thought he could see some sadness on her face. He sighed, quiet enough for her to not hear, and looked back down at the table. He never knew what to say when she was like this, when he could tell she was missing his uncle more than ever.
She cleared her throat, and he heard her write a few more things down in the notebook before closing it. He lifted his head as she slid it over to him. She smiled, and he thought it looked more genuine this time. “And now you pick your songs.”
Peter let out a breath, his eyes widening as he stared down at the notebook.
This was it.
*********************** Here’s part two, and I was gonna end it here, but part three anyone? Let me know what you think, and if you would like another part :) Requests are open!!
Summary: Karaoke night. That’s all there is to it. No plot really…just lots of sex.
A/N: Because the remix of this song has a fantastic female voice singing lyrics that are so convenient. Also he’d literally be giving you this exact look after all the teasing during that night. Let me know if you want to be tagged.
Gasp! The famous magizoologist had stumbled upon a time vortex that took him to the distant (well, perhaps not that distant) future! When you were on your way home from work he had fallen into your path - his suitcase had accidentally hit you on the forehead and you swear saw stars. Now what? You have a fumbling, quick witted blusher of a wizard from the 1920s and you certainly are no flapper…
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Newt is awed, yet frightened at the advance of technology
“That” he points at the small object in your hand, “-is a telephone?” he shakes his head. This is too much for him. Back home he had a telephone, he knows what a telephone is and how to use one and whatever contraption you hold onto so tightly is certainly NOT a telephone. Where are the buttons? The cord? The lavish design? And most of all, what in Merlin’s beard is that red plastic (or is it gum-like?) thing around it?!
“Yes, it’s a mobile. We don’t really have phones like…you have? had?” You pause, sensing he is more curious than unnerved now. Pressing the home button the screen lights up and you can practically see the golden sparkles of admiration in Newt’s green eyes as he leans in, just a bit, to get a better look at your phone, “Oh, and this…” You glide your fingers over the rubbery surface, “is my case. It’s like to protect the phone if it falls…And it looks cute.”
Newt randomly pointing at airplanes in the sky and curiously questioning, “What’s that?”
Your tired replies after about five minutes of explaining the same thing, “Airplanes. Big metal objects with engines. A form of travel. Like a broom…But quicker. Not sure if safer, though.”
“It looks like a big metal goose.”
Showing Newt all the new candy and snacks and having a binge fest with him, later having to explain what a ‘binge fest’ is.
Introducing him to Netflix. He doesn’t quite understand why you would choose television over books, but he seems to enjoy it just as much, if not more, than you once you put on some documentary. He just doesn’t want to admit it.
Showing him all the new forms of music. He is obviously displeased by the lack of jazz in your playlist and when first hearing a song with the bass boosted he visibly jerked.
“(Name), what’s an app and how do I use it?”
“(Name), what’s a meme?”
“(Name), what’s a (insert random millennial question here)?”
You are a bit annoyed most of the time, since he when he sees something he points, clicks his tongue and with a bright grin runs to it, no matter if there’s heavy traffic or not and you have to follow after him and stop him from getting out of trouble. You don’t have the heart in you to scold him, though. He looks too cute.
He is very eager, yet a bit frightened, to go to museums and art galleries, almost as if he’s afraid to know what he missed.
He loves amusement parks. The only redeeming quality of the 21st century is amusement parks. His words, not yours.
Taking him to zoo’s.
“Beautiful creatures…” His words come out in a gentle whisper as he watches lions stroll in their big cages. The sun beams down harshly and sweat breaks out your pores. Sitting on a bench next to him you admire the gracefulness in which the lions pace in, yet frown at how shabby their fur looks, how glazed their eyes are and how mindlessly they seem to wander. Newt clears his throat and you glance at him - it is obvious he has the same thoughts as you, “Your world, (Name), is very beautiful…” A shy smile graces his lips and he glances at you, “But it’s without spark. It’s missing. On people it’s less evident, but on animals…” He trails off, “They seem so unhappy. It breaks my heart.”
Him telling you how it was in his time, how people dressed and acted.
“Muggles and their contraptions…Fascinating.”
Newt is delighted by the range of tea to choose from.
And how quick it is to make it.
He likes to spend his time in this small coffee shop near your apartment building. You have shown him many, but this was the very first one and so it has a special place in his heart. While he doesn’t completely understand everything yet, especially what is a ‘Frosted Flake Cappuccino with extra Syrup and whipped cream and sprinkles’, he enjoys the atmosphere and always reads a good book so he could catch up on today’s way of thinking.
A part of you thinks he goes there because it reminds him of his time period.
Him being saddened when hearing about today’s political climate.
“So things haven’t change that much after all…We’re still at war. Dare I say, today, with ourselves.”