#Dazi x Y/N

[the-weeb-of-the-uchiha]

Dazi Smut

Dazi and Y/N had been friends for years, but it wasn't until one drunken night that things took a steamy turn between them. They had always had a strong connection, but it wasn't until that night that they realized their true feelings for each other.

They stumbled into Dazi's bedroom, giggling and kissing each other passionately. They couldn't keep their hands off each other as they undressed, their bodies pressed against one another.

Dazi's hands roamed over Y/N's body, teasing and exploring every inch of skin. Y/N moaned in response, her hands tangled in Dazi's hair as she pulled him closer.

Their lips met in a heated kiss, their tongues dancing together as their bodies moved in perfect synchronization. Dazi's hands found their way to Y/N's breasts, teasing and pinching her nipples until she was gasping for air.

Y/N's hands traveled down to Dazi's pants, eagerly unbuttoning them and freeing him from his confines. She stroked him gently, feeling him grow harder in her hand.

Dazi groaned and pulled Y/N onto the bed, their bodies now fully exposed to each other. He trailed kisses down her neck, his hands caressing her curves as he made his way down to her chest.

He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, causing Y/N to arch her back in pleasure. She moaned his name, her hands gripping his hair as he continued to pleasure her.

Dazi moved his kisses down Y/N's stomach, his hands trailing behind to her hips. He pulled her closer to him, his lips teasing her inner thighs before finally reaching her core.

He used his tongue to explore her, earning moans and gasps from Y/N. Her hips bucked against him, unable to control her desire for him.

Dazi then positioned himself on top of Y/N, his member teasing her entrance. He looked into her eyes and asked, "Are you sure you want this?"

Y/N nodded eagerly, her eyes filled with desire for him. Without another word, Dazi entered her, causing both of them to moan in pleasure.

Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their moans and gasps filling the room as they reached their climax together. They collapsed onto the bed, their bodies intertwined as they caught their breath.

As they lay there, Dazi pulled Y/N closer to him and whispered, "I never want to lose you."

Y/N smiled and replied, "You never will."

From that night on, Dazi and Y/N's friendship turned into a passionate and loving relationship, with many more steamy nights to come.

[jhoneybees]

Sweetly Drunk

I hope you like it! It's a little different from my other age regression fics but it's still really cute!! It's a pretty short one, sorry about that!! My brain isn't cooperating again😭

Tags: @elvisalltheway101

Characters: Drunk!Elvis X little!reader

Warnings/triggers: Little lifestyle, age regression, littlespace, intoxication, alcohol, drunk person(the fic is nothing terrible!)

There are a lot of 'babies' and 'sweeties' in this😅

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It’s one of those very rare nights where someone like Elvis who isn’t a big drinker, has a few too many drinks with the guys. Elvis doesn’t get loud like many other drunks but the moment your name unknowingly slips out of his mouth, that’s when things break loose.

“Y/n? Babyy..where is my baby, Joe? Where?” Elvis whipped his head around at Joe, his eyes growing heavy and body jolting now and then from hiccuping. “At home E, she’s at home” Joe answered with a chuckle, patting his back. Elvis groaned and rested his head in his hands “I wanna see her… My darling…darling..so it goes SOMETHINGS ARE MEANT TO BE” lifting his head up, Elvis leaned back in his chair with his arms lifted in the air “TAKE MY HAND, TAKE MY WHOLE LIFE TOO” slurring his words and singing loudly, making the others laugh “E?” Charlie chuckled with a shot glass in his hand. His energy levels changing, Elvis groaned again and rubbed his eyes “Lord…” he sighed as he fell further into his chair with his legs spread out.

As time went by, the guys decided to send Elvis home. Leading him to his black Lincoln limousine for only him to make their lives harder by pushing them away and sprawling his arms out as if he’s an eagle but after some time, they eventually got him in and Joe volunteered to drive him back to Graceland.

Finally arriving back home, Elvis shuffles himself out of the passenger’s seat, stumbling up the steps with Joe watching him from the driver’s seat “Baby, baby…Babyyy” barging in, Elvis looks around “Where’s my baby… DARLING I’M HOME-” getting cut off abruptly by Jerry who was watching over you while Elvis was away “ Jeez E! Quiet down, she’s sleeping man!” he whispers. Elvis in his very drunk state, doesn’t listen and pushes Jerry away as his arms sprawl out once more. Walking up the stairs towards his bedroom “Wittle sweetie!” Jerry shakes his head whilst sighing as he leaves the house.

As Elvis walks into his bedroom, he snickers quietly, seeing a small lump on his bed “Sweetie…” prolonging his words in his silly voice.

Elvis kicks his shoes off and climbs onto the bed. A big grin on his face as he lays down and shuffles closer to your sleeping figure. Elvis wraps his arms around you, making you stir and soon opening your eyes. “...Daddy?” rolling onto your back, peering up through squinted eyes. Elvis letting out a breathy laugh “My baby! Hello..” he hiccups.

Your eyebrows furrow as you notice something’s different but your thoughts get interrupted by Elvis rolling himself on top of you in an attempt to give you a bear hug “How’s my darlin’ been? Hmm?” the size and weight difference being very visible, you gasp out for air “Daddy! I can’t breathe!” pushing your fists on his shoulders, Elvis chuckling he rolls off “Aw c’mon you love those hugs!” you huff out a breath and sit up, frowning confused at why he’s acting like this but then again Elvis interrupts.

Sitting himself up to pull you into another unexpected hug “C’mere Daddy wants a hug, a hug f’om my baby” he rests his head in the crook of your neck and playfully munches at your skin, making you giggle. “Daddy! What are you doing?” humming softly as he pulls away, looking at your eyes with his dazy ones “I love you so much” he whispers and you smile gently but soon fades as you watch his eyes close and slump back down onto the bed. “Daddy?” feeling concerned, then out of nowhere, his arms go up in the air “C’mere..” hesitantly you lay down against his side while placing your head on his chest, he sighs contently and wraps his arms around you again to make sure you don't go anywhere.

Soon drifting off to sleep, not knowing he'll be suffering from an awful hangover tomorrow morning but that's alright, he's got you.

[outermaybanks]

just a kiss - part ii - jj x bi!reader x kie aka 3 times you were oblivious and the one time you knew exactly what you wanted - part two to this

a/n: wrote this entire thing while high, no proof reading we die like men, definitely projecting... also i know nothing abt surfing so if it sounds crazy just pretend it doesn't. there's gonna be at least one more part to this. next part

July 5th - the third time.

When you woke up, Kie’s face was nuzzled into your shoulder, and even in your dazy state, the sight made your heart race. You felt a rush of guilt come over you, so you got out of the bed quickly, running to the bathroom to brush your teeth and splash your face with water. But nothing helped, even while splashing cold water on your face, you couldn’t get the image of your kiss with Kie, or your kiss with JJ out of your mind. 

When you met JJ, when he first started working for your dad, you knew he had a girlfriend, so you didn’t let yourself feel attraction towards him. Obviously, when you got to meet Kie for yourself, you did so already knowing she was dating JJ, so again, you didn’t let yourself feel attraction towards her. Now this felt almost like a sick joke. Were they making fun of you? Were they trying to use you for a threesome?

No, you quickly decided. These were your friends. You couldn’t let your anxiety ruin this for you, and until they did something that showed they had ill intentions, you decided to take them at their word, it was just a kiss, right?

When you returned to the living room, Kie was groggily stretching, JJ still fast asleep beside her. “Mmmm good morning, y/n. How’d you sleep?” she asked softly, but her voice was gravelly from her slumber. “Pretty good considering JJ seems to be a bed hogger,” you tease, gesturing to the unconscious blonde beside her. A small giggle fell from her before she got out of the bed. “Oh yeah, big time. Beds, blankets, boy has no concept of personal space… Wanna make breakfast with me?” She offered, making eye contact with you as she walked past to go to the kitchen. You couldn’t help your eyes flickering to look at her ass as you followed behind you, but you quickly looked away.

“I’m thinking… french toast… maybe some eggs,” Kie said as ran a hand through her hair. “Wow, JJ’s a lucky guy,” you reply with a small chuckle, she smiles at you before going into the fridge and pulling out a carton of eggs. 

“Thank god John B has chickens, he always has eggs. Can you make sure there’s bread?” Kie asked, and you were quick on your feet.

“Got the bread,” you reply, bringing it over to her as she set a pan on the stove. She gave you a smile as she took it, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d think she was being flirtatious. 

“You ever do this before?” Kie’s voice was soft, but not quiet; gentle. “You kidding me? My dad can’t cook to save his life,” you answer, your tone is light hearted, but Kie gives you a worried look. “And…. your mom?” “Out of the picture. She’s got a new family in Chicago, and I… get to have pizza 3 nights a week,” you joke, and this time Kie smiles. “Can you crack some eggs into this bowl?” Kie asked, handing you a bowl. “That I can manage.”

After you crack a couple eggs in the bowl, you watch Kie pour some milk, then some cinnamon, and lastly she reaches for a small brown bottle. “Vanilla,” Kie explains, dropping some into the bowl. Kie hands you a fork, asking you to stir it up. “Here, watch me,” Kie says as she drops some butter in the pan, moving it around. She took a piece of bread, dipped both sides into the bowl, then dropped it into the pan. “See? Not that hard. Now you’ll know how to make french toast,” her tone isn’t judgemental, she genuinely seemed to want to help you, this took you by surprise.

You don’t respond, you just watch her flip the piece of bread in the pan until it’s golden brown, then put it on a plate. “Here, you do the next one,” Kie said as she moved out of the way. You hesitantly took her spot, and mimicked her actions dipping the bread in the bowl of egg, cinnamon, milk and vanilla. “You’re gonna want to flip it so it cooks evenly,” she said softly, before her hand covered yours with the spatula, guiding you. The whole thing felt… intimate. 

With Kie’s help, you guys made almost the whole loaf of bread into french toast. “Now, what about eggs?” Kie asked. “I like ‘em scrambled.” “Perfect, that’s my specialty,” Kie joked, rinsing the bowl clean before cracking a few more eggs into it, adding milk, salt and pepper.

While you watched her cook scrambled eggs, you heard a loud groan as JJ walked into the kitchen, still shirtless; you felt your face begin to heat up. “‘Morning,” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair as he walked over to Kie, placing a kiss on her cheek. “French toast?” “Mmhm, taught y/n how to make ‘em,” Kie boasted, stirring the eggs. JJ turned to look at you, a sleepy smile on his face, and you felt your heart race. What was happening to you?

“You excited to catch some waves?” JJ asked, sauntering over to you. “Oh totally, so excited to faceplant,” you answer, making JJ laugh. “Man, I still can’t believe you never learned to surf.” “But who between us can replace a clutch, Maybank?” “Ouch, straight to my heart, y/n/n,” he clutches his chest over his heart, and you let out a giggle. “What’s for breakfast?” Both you and JJ turn to see Pope walking into the kitchen, wiping his eyes.

After Sarah and John B woke up, and you all ate breakfast, you loaded into the Twinkie, Sarah sitting in the passenger seat while John B drove, the four of you sitting in the back. When you got to the beach, John B and Kie wasted no time diving straight in, meanwhile you were staring hesitantly at the water. “You ready?” You turned to see JJ walked over with his old surfboard. “Already waxed her for ya.” You smile, despite the fear of what you were about to do. “Okay, so first, I want you to practice standing up on the board in the sand.” You furrow your eyebrows, “Thought you were gonna join them and I was gonna wing it?” “What? No way, I’m not leaving you to fend for yourself, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be a pro.”

You could feel heat rising to your cheeks, and his kindness made you smile. JJ showed you how to go from laying down to standing up, and once you aced the movement, he took you out in the water a little bit. “Gravity’s a bit different, so same thing, just get used to the feeling,” JJ said from beside you. The water barely reached his chest, so if you fell off your board, at least it was shallow. You pushed yourself up like he showed you, but your arms wobbled a bit, JJ quickly steadied you. “Thanks,” you pant, out of breath from trying your hardest not to fall over. He gave you a nod and a smile, backing up a bit. You slowly shifted your weight to your feet, and put your arms up as you steadily tried to stand. Despite still being a bit wobbly, JJ clapped for you. “See? What did I tell you? Now we just gotta find some baby waves.” You got back down to lay on your board. “Wait here… seriously-” JJ said sternly before heading back towards shore to get his own board. He paddled out to get beside you, then sat up a bit, so you mimicked his actions.

“You’re doing a really good job for your first time,” JJ praised. “All thanks to you… Sorry you had to miss out on all the fun,” you said softly, looking over your shoulder just as Pope came up on a wave. 

“What are ya talkin’ about? As far as I’m concerned, they’re the ones missing out, all the fun’s happening right here,” JJ insisted, moving his hands between the two of you, making you chuckle. The smile on his face brought back the heat in your cheeks, so you did the only thing you could think of and splashed him, which resulting in you two going to full on war. 

After both you and JJ were properly soaked, and the laughter finally died down, you found yourself wanting more and more. JJ took you over to a spot where smaller waves were forming, and you practiced standing and moving with the wave, but you kept falling, crashing into the water. JJ never let you feel embarrassed, immediately praising what you had done right, and encouraging you to try again until finally, you rode the tiniest of waves, JJ acted like you won the super bowl.

“Yes! That’s what I’m talking ‘bout, baby, yeah! Woo!” JJ cheered. You got back down on your knees and paddled back over to him. “I did it! Oh my god, I can’t believe I actually did that!” “Told you! Next time we come out here, you’ll be shredding with me and Kie.”

Your smile fell as a wave of guilt washed over you. You had been having feelings for Kie’s boyfriend, and worse, you also were having feelings for JJ’s girlfriend.

“Yeah, yeah, it’ll be awesome,” you tried to save. “You were right, JJ, that actually was fun.” “You were right, too, by the way,” JJ said suddenly, making your eyebrows furrow. “Right about what, Maybank?” You asked. JJ smiled, almostly shyly, looking down at his board between his legs. “You’re a good kisser.”

July 9th - the fourth time.

You were working in your dad’s shop, JJ had called off, and you helped your dad by doing JJ’s work. “It’s just not like him…” Your dad said, checking the oil dipstick, wiping it clean with a cloth. “JJ’s never called out before.” “Which is exactly why you can't punish him. Shit happens, dad,” you defended despite knowing JJ was fine.

Your dad gave you a knowing look. “Sweetheart, I’m glad you and JJ are friends. He’s a good kid, y’know. And I appreciate you helping me all day. After this car you can head off early, I’m gonna close up early.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah, maybe you could go check on JJ.” “Daaaad,” you whined, you knew what he was hinting at. Your dad had always had a dream of you marrying a fellow car lover.

Your phone dinged from your pocket, so you quickly wiped your hands on a rag, dirty from refilling the coolant, before grabbing your phone from your pocket.

Kie ♡: miss you xx

You smile to yourself. “Oh, now what do we have here?” Your dad teased. “Stop it, it’s Kie, JJ’s girlfriend. Who I like very much for the record. As a friend,” you quickly added.

Your dad shook his head as you turned to lean against the car. You: miss u too <3

Kie texted back almost immediately. Kie ♡: when can i see you again?

You couldn’t bite back your ever growing smile, but then another ding.

Kie ♡: if i’m being honest i havent been able to stop thinking abt our kiss Kie ♡: have you?

You felt your heart race as your eyes scanned the words over and over again. You quickly glanced to your father, busy changing an air filter. That was the last thing

You: i can’t stop thinking abt that day period Kie ♡: i’m talking to jayj rn Kie ♡: we’re at the chateau Kie ♡: could you come over? Kie ♡: no pressure xx

It took you five minutes to type out your response, despite you having made your mind up the second she asked.

You: i’m omw

The walk to the chateau was a determined one. It had only been five days since you kissed both Kie and JJ, and like Kie, the memory was plaguing your mind. You got there in 10 minutes.

When you walked through the back door into the mudroom, JJ stood up from the couch where he had been seated. Kie was sitting in the armchair on the other side.

“Hey,” JJ said first. “Hi…”

JJ cleared his throat and sat back down. You suddenly felt awkward, and foolish. You had come here with no plan, no idea of what you wanted to gain from this. “Should… Should I go, or-” JJ asked. “I’ll say it…” Kie volunteered, scooting to sit on the edge of her seat. You hesitantly walked over to sit on the chair near the door, facing them.

“For a while, like before I even met you, I had been having these… feelings. Romantic urges for women. But-But I was already with JJ, so I just tried to ignore it. Then JJ met you, and we all became friends, and I thought you were… so beautiful and funny and kind. You can ask JJ, I told him like a week after we met,” Kie rambled. “It’s true,” JJ interjected, your head moving like you were watching a tennis match. “And when you told us you liked women and men… I got this…idea,” Kie continued.You quickly put the dots together and you let out a sigh of disappointment. Your worst fear was coming true.

“Seriously? You guys want me to be your unicorn?” “What? What’s a unicorn?” Kie asked. “It’s like when a straight guy and a bisexual girl are dating and have another bisexual girl around for hooking up with,” JJ explained, which honestly impressed you. “No, no, y/n, it’s not like that at all… I… I really like you. I wanted to talk about the possibility of you dating us- well- all of us, dating together,” Kie corrected, and it took you by surprise. You turned to look at JJ, but he was fidgeting with his hat, taking it off to run a hand through his hair before turning it to be backwards.

“I- I’m sorry, so just to clarify, you want me to be your guys’ what? Side piece?”  “No, I want you to be our girlfriend, mine and JJ’s, and I’d be your girlfriend and JJ would be your boyfriend.” “A throuple,” JJ spoke up, causing you to look at him again, this time he returned your gaze, wetting his bottom lip as you two held eye contact. “But-But we’d take it slow, I guess what I’m asking is if you would go on a date with us. See how it feels, and if we all like it, we keep going on dates.”

You had been approached many times by couples, mostly your friends’ boyfriends, for one night stands or casual hook ups, but never had someone suggested dating. You didn’t know what to think. A part of you felt like it was too good to be true, like you were falling into a trap that ended in you being humiliated and heartbroken, but you also felt like it was some sort of proof, proof that everything you had been feeling for both of them was not only real, it was mutual.

“You don’t have to give us an answer right now,” JJ added.

“Yeah, right, no pressure, and if you don’t want to, that’s totally cool too, we get i-” “Okay,” you interrupted her. “Let’s do it.”

Kie’s eyes widened before a smile broke out on her lips, “Really?”

Your mouth opened, but you bit your lips as you internally debated whether or not to be honest. Your eyes moved from Kie’s, wide and excited, to JJ’s, focused and hopeful. You let out a chuckle, “I felt like I was going crazy… feeling things for both of you…” you confess, running a hand through your hair. Kie looked over to JJ before getting up to kneel in front of you, putting her hand on your knee. “You’re not crazy… I thought I was going crazy when I started having these feelings, and JJ-” Kie’s head turned to look at the blonde, now standing. “I mean, he liked you first.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked from her to him, the tips of his ears turning pink as he looked away.

“So… you guys want to take me on a date?” you ask sheepishly. “How’s… tomorrow night sound?” Kie asked, a shy smile creeping onto her lips.

You looked over to JJ, he was leaning against the wall, his head down but his eyes up and on you. “Tomorrow night it is,” you answer.

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[whimsicalwritingsandmore]

Want You Back | ateez x reader

Pairing: werewolf!ot8!ateez x werewolf!reader

Genre: fluff mostly, romance, poly, a little angst?

Warnings for this chapter: another mention of a sharp object

Word Count: 2073 words

a/n: there will be an epilogue. :) not gonna lie, I'm a little more nervous for this chapter. let me know your thoughts! happy (heh) reading!

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Chapter 11

And when you thought about it, you didn’t think it would end up like this.

You had no clue where you were going. As much as you tried initiating your bond with Hongjoong, he did not respond to your calls. You were relying on your dazy memory of your dream and muscle power, and also a silent prayer in your mind to the Moon Goddess to protect Hongjoong and assist you in finding him.

Wandering around Seoul in your condition was the worst and in the back of your head, you could practically hear Seonghwa reprimanding and reproaching you for your decision. But you were not going to turn back, as much as you were unsure about Hongjoong as a mate at the moment, you feared your dream coming true. 

You were not going to let it happen.

Please show me the way. Like a mantra, you called on the Moon Goddess for assistance as you paced forward. Suddenly, effortlessly, you felt yourself being guided. You weren’t sure where you were going but you trusted the feeling inside you and continued down the path.

After a long trail, you found yourself outside an abandoned building. And abruptly you felt Hongjoong’s bond; he was inside. Without much thought, you raced inside despite every aching part of your body begging you to slow down. But you were resolute and had to find Hongjoong before it was too late.

Thankfully, Hongjoong was alone, hovering over a table.

“KIM HONGJOONG!” you bellowed.

Hongjoong thought he was hearing things but when he turned and saw you in the flesh, either he was finally losing it or it was really you in front of him. When you grabbed him and shook him around, then he realised it was really you.

“Y/N!? What- what are you doing here!? You were unconscious!? How are you -”

“I woke up and we need to leave now!” you stressed.

“What? No I can’t and you shouldn’t be here! You still need to recover!”

“Kim Hongjoong, we will deal with that later, right now we need to get somewhere safe.”

“Why? Wait, Y/N, I-” Hongjoong paused as he tried to pull himself together. 

Here you were in front of him, looking at him with concern and worry, and pulling him with you. He looked at you with tears in his eyes. 

Still, despite what he did, you cared.

“W-Why are you doing this?” he whispered.

“What?”

“After everything, why do you still care about me?”

You softened at Hongjoong’s broken look. The light that once shone so brightly in his eyes dimmed to flicker behind his tears and his expression resembled one like a wilting flower. Why did you care? You had more than enough good reasons not to. Loving him had hurt so much, and left you with a broken heart, that weighed so heavily when you thought about it, you could barely make yourself move, much less feel. If you could even feel anything, you felt the sadness and grief bleeding every time you thought about it. The intensity was agonising and the weight of the despair felt soul-crushing.

But seeing Hongjoong in your dream sent shockwaves throughout you. Despite the turmoil that swirled inside you, Hongjoong is your first love and you needed to save him. You will protect the leader of the strongest pack and your mate, no matter what it took.

“Because I love you,” you answered, “Because…despite all your stupidity and foolishness, I love you Hongjoong, I did then and I still do. And I don’t know what that makes me, a fool I guess, but that’s okay. Because you mean a lot to me no matter how much I might try to convince myself otherwise.”

Honjoong gazed at you tenderly as the tears stung like shards of glass. You were always going to be the best decision he ever made. Cautiously, he reached for your hand to hold in his, and traced along your knuckles in a silent confession. He loves you too. Your love story is a winding path with so many unexpected twists and turns but somehow, you always end up right back to one another. 

Gazing at Hongjoong, you decided to do something risky. You hesitated, your eyes flickered to lips before meeting his eyes. His eyes drooped to your linked hands, and so, drawing in silent and shaky breath, you used your free hand to lift Hongjoong’s face and tilted your head slightly as you connected your lips to his. His lips were still soft like you remembered.

Meanwhile, Hongjoong felt a spark of electricity travelling throughout his veins. His eyes widened but he dared not ruin the moment. He kissed you back with just as much tenderness and sweetness, cupping your face to pull you in closer. 

As the two of you parted, a flurry of emotions raced through each of you but before either of you could speak, the sound of a door being broken down interrupted you. It sent you right back to remembering your dream. Your heart began to pound furiously and each beat echoed the growing fear as each crash was a flashback to your dream. The fear felt unshakeable and magnified the panic that was beginning to take over you.

Hongjoong drew you near and wrapped his arms around your waist. His hand behind your back was a comforting attempt as he slowly rubbed soothing circles. He stood straight as his eyes flashed to his werewolf gold, ready to protect you. The similar feeling of uncertainty surfaced and you gripped Hongjoong’s shirt, signalling that you felt something wasn’t right. 

“Joong…”

“No matter what happens, you will always be the one, in this life and the next and forever.” he said.

And with that, he pulled you as close as he could to him, as everything exploded around you.

On the other side, the other boys were restless. Seonghwa gripped his hands in his hair furiously as he tried to process everything that was happening. Currently, they were with Chan and his soulmates, trying to decipher where you were. The hospital camera caught you leaving the premises, but where you headed after turning the corner was a mystery. 

When Yunho retold them everything Hongjoong had said, Seonghwa wanted to do nothing more than barge into the mansion and end Mrs Kim right then and there. But before he and the boys could even think about that, you snuck out and Hongjoong was somewhere in this big city. 

Chan had a bad feeling. He felt it the day he met you. It was a feeling that wouldn’t go away, and as he researched and studied, he realised someone was out to get you, someone wanted you gone and wanted to take away everything you had. You didn’t deserve that, he could see it in your stars, that you deserved a beautiful life of prosperity, love and success. But there was an evil eye that envied you and didn’t want you to live that life. Chan promised himself to protect you and he could tell the other boys also did so secretly. 

But Chan was only a wizard and could not control fate.

“Guys…” Jeongin called from the window.

As Chan approached, he was taken aback at the massive gang of rogues that stood outside. Seonghwa too was surprised - where did so many rogues even come from?

“What are we going to do?” Jongho asked.

“We can take them.” San said resolutely, “Then we will find Hongjoong and Y/N.”

Chan and Seonghwa looked at each other, both silently confirming to the other. They watched their respective soulmate groups, each member ready and prepared to take on whatever happened next.

Chan looked at Jisung who nodded in confirmation to Chan’s telepathic message to him

“Then,” Chan said, “We fight, we fight to the end if we have to because none of us will go to that woman as prisoners.”

“And no matter what happens,” Seonghwa continued, “Remember that we will always find our way back to each other.”

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“They’re all gone.”

Mrs Kim stood in the middle of the foyer, a sickening smile plastered on her face as she tapped her fingers on her arm. She finally did it, and now, everything would go her way. She turned to her husband who was on his knees as her lover held a gun to his head.

“See? I always get what I want.” she laughed smugly. 

Mr Kim silently wept as he watched the broken picture frame a few metres away. It fell when a sudden gust of wind blew and shattered right by him. It was a picture of all of you, smiling and looking so happy. Mr Kim was bloodied and beaten but the pain was nothing to the profound emptiness that opened up inside of him, threatening to swallow him whole. His family was gone. Everything he worked so hard to build and the family he loved and adored was unfairly taken away from him by no one else but the woman he had married. A dark cloud of grief descended on him with a haunted and hollow look glazed over his eyes.

Lila stood in shock by what she just heard. You were all gone but instead of feeling like she won like Mrs Kim, she felt her spirit sinking like a stone in the water. She was appalled by the cruelty she was witnessing.

The pack that held the highest rank in the entire town no longer existed and was taken out by one of their own.

“Now where is my son?” Mrs Kim said gleefully.

The two rogues who brought the information glanced at each other cautiously.

“Well?”

“He’s gone too ma’am. He looked like he was going to protect the girl to the end. So, we decided to just blow up the building with them in it.”

Mrs Kim was dismayed by what she just heard. No… it was only supposed to be the eight of you, not her son. She blinked in confusion as realisation dawned on her. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

“No…NO NO NO!” she shrieked, “You imbeciles. You were supposed to just take out the girl and the other boys. Not my son!” 

Mrs Kim was flabbergasted by the sudden turn of events. She needed Hongjoong here, he had to lead with her overlooking him. This wasn’t a part of the plan.

Mr Kim, with as much energy as he could muster, looked at the woman with disdain.

“You…” he growled viciously, “You have not won Estelle. You will pay, you will pay for all that you’ve done. My children will come back, they certainly will, and when they do, they will bring you down and drag you to hell right where you belong. You will just watch as you lose everything that never belonged to you in the first place.”

With the little strength he had, he grabbed the gun from Mrs Kim’s lover and shot him in the shoulders. As her lover retaliated, Mr Kim grabbed a glass shard that was close and sliced the man’s face leaving a scar that would never be forgotten. Mr Kim grabbed the picture of all of you and ran as fast he could, barely escaping the two rogues behind him.

Mrs Kim watched in fury and seethed in anger. She didn’t have another plan and it was only a matter of time before people found out.

“What now?” her lover groaned trying to stop the blood that oozed from his face, “He will pay for that.”

“Forget him for now, we need to leave now.”

“And where are we going to go?”

She looked at him sharply before answering, “The human realm.”

-

“THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!” 

As the angel wailed and was comforted by his friend, the Moon Goddess watched with folded arms and a stoic expression.

“Calm down Jungwon.” his friend pacified. 

“This can’t be the end for them, Goddess. Please, please don’t let that woman win.” the angel cried.

“It’s not,” the Goddess answered, “Every action has a consequence. The stories of the soulmate groups have not been completed yet. If we leave it, there will be an imbalance.”

“So,” the angel sniffed, “What are you going to do? It’s not the end right?”

Suddenly, a baby’s cry rang through the heavens. The Goddess smiled.

“It’s not the end my dear child, this is only just the beginning.”

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[shinestarhwaa]

CAM GIRL || SONG MINGI

Where Mingi learns his new flame is a camgirl

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Mingi x Camgirl!Fem reader

Word Count: 1.1K

Tags/warnings: Pornography/camgirl, first date AU, dirty language, masturbation

Taglist:

@anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @1-800-shedevil @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @glintneon123 @mjyungi

ENJOY!

"You're a what now?" Mingi asked in awe. You laughed and crossed your legs as you sipped your wine. "I am a camgirl, Mingi," you answered.

"Wow. Sorry. Wow. I don't... know what to say. I have never met a... camgirl before, let alone been on a date with one," he grinned. You grinned as you felt the dry Pinot Grigio on your tastebuds. You weren't the best at handling wine but it was too delicious to reject.

"How long have you been doing that... particular job, Y/N?" He asked, taking another bite of his dessert. "Well, I started out with just revealing pictures, but honestly I enjoy the attention and decided to try it out, so I became a camgirl, that was... three years ago."

"I know it's rude to ask but you must... make a lot of money, don't you?"

You laughed and nodded. "Desperate men love to send money to naked girls." "Do you also take their requests and stuff?" "I do sometimes," you nodded. It was slightly cute, heartwarming even, the way he was so interested in your story.

"Wah," Mingi puffed out, "I'm a little taken aback." You grinned and nodded, finishing the cheesecake dessert you had been devouring. "I understand, not a lot of people confess to working in that industry," you said.

"So... So you show...everything on camera?" He asked carefully. You nodded as you finished your wine as well. "Everything," you answered, "my nickname is Dazy Rose if you wanted to check me out." Mingi started blushing from your words, making you laugh.

Mingi paid for the dinner which you've thanked him for. He drove you home and gave you a kiss goodnight. When he got home he browsed all over the internet to find you, finding your OnlyFans account and the site you do your lives on.

He felt very intrigued by the seductive profile picture and he decided to impulsively create an account so he could subscribe to your pictures. Mingi made sure to have a vague nickname (mangobanana99, don't judge him) and subscribe to you.

Mingi was so excited to look at your pictures but he also felt bad that he could see every part of your body online but you hadn't seen anything of him. That feeling was taken away soon enough when there was a ding! heard from his laptop: Dazy Rose is live.

"Really?" He mumbled, "Live after our date?" Mingi scoffed but then he realized you might expect him to be watching and searching your name right now. What if he's the one who got you turned on? Mingi decided to click and join the live. He wasn't proud of it but he had already made an account for the website anyway.

When he joined the livestream 405 people had already joined before him. "Wah, she must have a lot of fans," Mingi mumbled as he sat his laptop down on his thighs.

"Hi everyone~" your voice chimed from the speakers of his laptop.

Youknowit69: Hello my darling

Mr.sexyleo: Hi sweetie, I have been waiting for you!

Comments were flooding in as you introduced yourself for new viewers. You sat on a bed in a red lingerie set that made Mingi's mind spin. You made casual conversation with them first, making Mingi chuckle at the questions you answered.

"Have I eaten?" She was asked. Mingi's ears nearly perked up at that question and he prepared himself. Was she going to mention him?

"I certainly have, I went out to a lovely restaurant and they had the best food~ Food is pretty great when you don't have to pay for it," she joked, "I had really nice company."

Yes. There we go, nice company! Mingi felt like he won a prize as you said that. His fingers were typing a response before he even knew what he was doing.

Mangobanana69: You must've gone on a date, did the gentleman treat you well?

You laughed and nodded, "Yes, he treated me very well. He was hot too, I kinda hope he's watching so he can witness how wet his face made me."

Mingi swallowed thickly at that and felt himself harden in his slacks when you slipped your panties off and spread your legs. Wow.

Mangobanana69: what a pretty fuckin pussy

"Yeah? You like my pussy?" She smirked as she showed it off for the viewers. Mingi opened the button of his jeans and pulled down the zipper before whipping his hard cock out.

He couldn't believe he was doing this; masturbating to a livestream of a camgirl after a date with her. Normally you go out with someone and you hope to have sex eventually. But maybe you'd still wanna have sex with him soon? Either way, it was strange that he'd see your body first.

That feeling flooded away when he saw you rub your clit and softly moan out. He gasped and immediately took his cock in his hand, slowly pumping it up and down.

Mr.sexyleo: that's it babygirl, I love the way you whine

Daddy033: I wish you were here right now so I could throw you around and pound you

Mingi felt himself slightly jealous at the comments, but he saw he was just one of the 2849 people watching you touch yourself right now. He shouldn't feel jealous about this, you weren't his to begin with. Still he wanted to smack those dudes.

You fucked yourself on your fingers, moaning louder and making sure everyone could properly see your gushing hole. You even came closer to the camera and mic to show it off. Mingi lost his mind at the squelching sound and he started to pump his cock faster, moaning your name.

The sound of your moans got Mingi releasing earlier than expected, his cum coating his hand. Mingi sighed as he laid there, staring at the screen, watching you fuck yourself on the biggest dildo he's ever seen. Post-nut guilt was hard on him but he couldn't close his laptop, he wanted to watch you unravel for him. Except it wasn't for him.

It took a few more minutes for you to cum, showing off all the spasms from your pretty pussy to the camera. He smiled as he watched you regain your breath again. After coming down from your high you thanked all the viewers and apologized for the short live tonight. Mingi left the live and quickly cleaned himself up.

That's when he heard a message pop up on his phone and it happened to be you. He checked it quickly, mouth falling open when he read what it said.

"Come over. NOW."

And he wasted no time.

[gretavangroupie]

The Ripe and The Ruin (Chapter 3)

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Reader, OC x Reader

Word Count: 19.8k

Warnings: Language, Alcohol, Smoking, Angst, Anxiety, Embarrassment, Lying, Sexual Themes, Kissing, Oral M! Receiving, Protected Sex.

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A new series in collaboration with my talented co-writer @gretavanmoon.

"Like all good fruit, the balance of life is in the ripe and ruin."

AMSTERDAM, NETHERLANDS

HER POV

The heat of your breath is fogging up the windows of the van as you drift in and out of a dazy snooze. The morning has already been long, with a wake-up time of 3:30AM to be on the van to the airport by 4:00AM. The flight to Amsterdam from Hamburg was short, only a little over an hour long, thank goodness. However, now all you can think about is getting checked into your hotel room and crashing back out for a couple of hours before you have to wake up again. 

Paul, Wes, and Corri are occupying the seats toward the front of the van, and you’re thankful you can let your head rest on the window in peace. Your AirPods are stuck in your ears with the volume just loud enough that you could hear if one of them spoke to you, but still enough to fully enjoy the music floating through your ears. You don’t even dare listen to the playlist Jake made for you, it almost puts a sour taste in your mouth just looking at it, especially after what happened last night. 

Of course Josh caught you. Of course it had to be him. But what is really still throwing you for a loop is why Josh felt he had to keep the encounter such a secret, locking his lips and doing away with the key. 

Jake hadn’t said anything about your last addition of ‘High and Dry’, but you chalked it up to him just wanting to diffuse the situation after you left the bar, alone. You thought he might walk you back, given the situation you’d found yourself in just two nights prior, but he didn’t. He stayed, and let you go. And thankfully you’d made it back safely by yourself. 

The more you think about it, the more you realize Jake had plenty of time to text a quick ‘Sorry about that’ or ‘We’ll talk tomorrow, goodnight…’ but he didn’t. Again. Just left you….high and dry. And what made it even worse was that as you were trying to fall asleep in your hotel room last night, you heard the faint sound of the song playing out in the hallway. Jake was coming back to his room, listening to the song you added for him as he meandered closer and closer. But instead of a knock on your door, all you heard was the latch of his closing. 

You find yourself feeling a little pissed off, because the moment you shared in the dark bathroom really felt like something. It was…very fucking hot, if you’re being honest. He felt good. He felt strong, and sturdy, but also gentle and delicate when he needed to be. You can almost still feel how he felt between your legs, pressed up against you as you sat on the edge of the sink. His hands on your back, mouth on your neck, fingertips digging into your thighs….

“Y/N! Let’s get out of here!” You hear Corri’s brash voice wake you from your rated-R daydream, and you have to blink a few times to get the image of Jake all over you out of your head. You stretch a little and pull the music from your ears as the cab light comes on, and the four of you exit the van. You check into your far too luxurious hotel room, and crash onto the bed without even bothering to change your clothes. 

—

Your alarm startles you two hours later, and surprisingly the cat nap has you feeling extremely refreshed. You jump from the bed and pull the curtains on the window, showing you the scene of a cloudy Amsterdam from your fourth-story room. You can feel the cold air moving through the window, and you know it’s going to be another bitterly chilly day. 

After a quick rinse-shower, you sit back on the bed to check your phone and emails and see you have a text from an unknown number from just ten minutes ago.

Unknown

9:02AM: Hey! We’re going to go see the city and walk around a little, you want to go?

You deduce that it is probably Mia or Lyla, and you contemplate on whether or not you want to even move from your bed today. But after a little thought, and another glance to the sun barely peeking through the clouds, you decide, why the hell not. You don’t want to see Jake, really, but the regret you’d feel for not seeing Amsterdam while you’re here would probably be worse. You send up a quick prayer that Josh will keep your secret today, and not make things any more awkward than they already are. 

You

9:04AM: Hey, sure! I’d love to 😊

Unknown

9:05AM: Cool! We’re leaving in an hour, we’ll meet up in the lobby. Dress warm!

9:05AM: This is Lyla, btw

You

9:06AM: Sounds great, see you in a bit

You lock your phone and stand up to finish getting dressed, adding on a few more layers to your already warm attire. Your stomach churns with nerves, but you’re excited to see the city and maybe get to know the girls a little better. Plus, Ruth is begging you for photos. 

Speaking of Ruth…

You grab your phone and pull it from the charging cord, bringing up her contact for a FaceTime call. It rings out, and you press your eyeball directly to the front camera lens.

“Shit, what the hell, cyclops!” She yells as you pull away snickering. 

“Why is it so dark in your room?” you ask, realizing you hadn’t even thought about the time difference. 

“Because it’s two o’clock in the fuckin’ morning here, dimwit! I answered because you scared me. Are you okay?” she spouts off with her voice cracking from sleep. 

“Shit, I’m sorry. Yes, I’m fine,” you laugh a little as she rubs her eyes in the light of her phone screen. “I’m in Amsterdam, thought I’d give you a rundown but, you need to go back to sleep,” you say. 

“Ugh, if I didn’t have to wake up in three hours for work I would disagree with you. Yeah, just text me. Actually no, that will take too long. Send voice memos. Or a video or something.”

You take a quick breath. “I have a lot to tell you, Ruthie.”

“Fuck, seriously? Damn it, just…send something I don’t care. I gotta know. Is it bad news? It’s good news, right?” she goes on.

You roll your eyes a bit as you place your fingers over your mouth. “It’s…a lot. Good and, well not the best. Go back to sleep. I love you.”

“Kay nighty night.” Her last words were said with her eyes closed, and you know for a fact she’s already drifted back off into her slumber. 

You plop onto your bed and scroll social media for a few minutes as you try to kill time, feeling your stomach start to growl and grumble against the mattress below you. 

Maybe you should you add a song? 

No… You’d be seeing Jake in the next little bit, and you were the last one to make contact. This is up to him, if he even wants to. You stand and grab up your long, heavy coat, making sure you have everything you need for the day before taking off to the lobby to grab a quick breakfast and wait on everyone else. 

—

JAKE POV

The music swirling through the steamy air comes to a close as you spin the handle on the shower faucet, the water slowly trickling to a stop. The song she sent last night has been stuck in your head since you hung up with Isla, and you have let it be the soundtrack to your life in the hours since. You spent nearly the entire shower thinking about Y/N, listening along to the track and letting it seep into your bones. You thought about her, and only her for the past few days now. How you left her last night, and how you have yet to speak to her since. Even the plane ride this morning was spent in silence. You knew you needed to answer her song, say something to explain yourself. You were going to, you just had to figure it out, and now that you had time to sit down and think about it, uninterrupted, you would. 

Get out, dry off, get dressed and answer her. You had a plan, and you were sticking to it. 

You step out of the large walk in shower, wrapping the fluffy white towel around your waist. You take a second to look at your surroundings, remembering how only a few years ago you were all bringing towels from home, feeling lucky enough to shower in a rundown Motel 6 bathroom in the middle of nowhere. Your life had changed drastically in a matter of years, and it wasn’t long into that success when you first met Isla. 

She was a vision of auburn hair as she swept through the bar that night, so light and so carefree. You could see why Lyla and Sam had befriended her, her personality very much the same as theirs. It wasn’t long after that night that the two of you started seeing each other, things quickly becoming serious. A year later she moved into your house. It was like she was always there, making the space her own and sharing her days with you. She was with you as the band really started to make moves, never once complaining about the late nights or the long stretches of tour, that is, until she did. 

Things started to change last summer. The once light and vibrant girl you fell in love with had become catty and accusatory, her light burning out and her desire to be something other than your girlfriend dwindling away to nothing. It became her, consumed her, and suddenly you became an accessory instead of a partner. Nothing seemed to satisfy her anymore, and the time you could give her was never enough. She reminded you of that, often, as if there was anything you could do to change it. You fought like cats and dogs on any given day, each argument always ending in a band-aid resolution that never got you anywhere. 

There were the big ones, the ones that would have you on the couch at Josh’s or in the guest room at Sam’s. The ones they didn’t ask about because they knew better, instead opening their homes and lending their liquor cabinet. The ones that you didn’t dare mention, even months after the fact, for fear of starting it all over again. Those fights started to get closer and closer together, until you found yourself almost needing to chip in for your brothers’ mortgage payments.

You knew it was done. You knew it was over, but the problem wasn’t that you couldn’t do it. No, the problem was that every time you would try, it wouldn’t stick. Listening to her tell you that your reasons were never good enough, or that it would be too hard to end things before you left. It was always before you left, and this time was no different. 

Your phone buzzing on the bathroom counter snaps you back to reality, watching as it slowly inches its way closer and closer to the edge. You snatch it up as your hair drips down your back, sliding your finger across the glass as you scoff at the name on the Caller ID.

“Hello, Josh.”

“Oh, so they didn’t invite you either? Assholes…” he grumbles under his breath. 

“Invite me where? Who?” you ask, making your way back into the room.

“Sam and Daniel, and the girls I guess…” he pauses, “Just checked their location to see if they wanted to get brunch and they fucked off into town without us. Not even an invite.” 

“Really?” you ask, pulling your phone away from your ear to check your texts. “Shit, yeah, I didn’t get a text from them either. Though, I did tell them I was gonna catch a few more hours of sleep when we got here. Can’t you just go with Ty?” You groan, knowing you really planned to stay in your room all day and binge watch Criminal Minds.

“No. He went for a massage a little while ago, so now you have to go with me,” he says matter of factly. 

“Do I? I don’t think I do, actually.”

“No, you do, it’s in the rule book,” he answers, an air of playfulness in his voice. 

“The rule book…Don’t think I got one of those,” you joke, pulling on a pair of boxers. 

“Yeah, they give it to the head twin, you know, the first one out,” he laughs. “I’m in charge, the book says so, and I say brunch with a Mimosa. If you’re good I’ll even get you a Bloody Mary, my treat. Meet me downstairs in like fifteen,” he says, ending the call before you even have a chance to decline. Fucker, he knew you too well. 

You quickly dress yourself, checking your phone no less than five times just to see if maybe she had said something, but still there is silence. Your plan has officially gone to shit, no surprise there. You promised yourself you’d do it when you got back. No excuses. You huff out a sigh as you spray your cologne, grabbing your wallet and your phone and shoving them into your coat pocket. You make your way downstairs to meet Josh, finding him lounging in a wingback chair nearly double his size. 

“Let’s go before I change my mind,” you offer, watching him spring out of the chair, his white Nike’s scuffing loudly against the marble tiles. 

“Did you text Dean?” you ask, pushing open the glass doors. 

“Yeah, the place I want to go is just a block away, said to call him if we need him but keep our wits about us. Told him I would, but can’t speak for you since you don’t have any.”

You stop walking and start to turn around, definitely not in the headspace for his antics today. He stops too, and you feel him grab your arm and sling you back in the right direction. 

“Alright, alright, sheesh, no games today, got it,” he says, feigning guilt. 

You walk in silence the rest of the way, ducking into a little cafe with a heated patio. You felt like you hadn’t seen the sun in days and both of you quickly agree that the patio might be your only chance. 

Your eyes scan the menu, looking for any words that seem familiar to you. You’re about half way through it when Josh pulls your menu down and looks you in the eye. You know what he wants, and you know you have to tell him, but you need a drink first, at the very minimum. 

Saved by the bell your waiter comes to your table, taking your drink orders and rushing off before you could blink. 

As expected the grilling starts, and much to your dismay you are alone on the patio with no chance of anyone hearing the two of you bicker.

“Alright Jake, I let you sleep on it. Time to talk,” he starts, crossing his arms over his chest. 

You rub your hand over your face, truly not knowing where to begin. You let out a sigh, and he seems to pick up on your inner turmoil. 

“Start wherever, but I would probably choose the beginning.”

You move your fingers to your lips, looking at him with challenging eyes “What is it exactly that you want to know, Josh? I mean–”

“Cut the shit, Jake. What is going on? I want everything, top to bottom, now,” he snaps, aggression present in his tone. 

“You’re mad for no fuckin’ reason, Josh!”

“No, I’m mad for great reason, Jake! You’re out here fucking around with our runner, two days into the tour mind you, while your girlfriend is back in Nashville living in your home!” he seethes, his fists clenched tightly on top of the white tablecloth. 

Your blood is boiling as he finishes his tirade. “Knock it the fuck off, you know damn good and well she is not my girlfriend anymore!”

“Do I? Do I, Jake? Last I heard, you were ‘easing off for a little bit’...” he replies, gesturing air quotes.

“Do you honestly think that I would have been living in your house for the last month if we were ‘just ‘easing off’? You retort, gesturing the same air quotes. 

Josh sits back in his chair a little, his aggression backing off just a little bit, enough for you to keep talking. “Explain.”

You blow out a breath of frustration, “She doesn’t get it, Josh. I can’t seem to get it through her head.”

“What?”

You bite your lips together before you answer, “I have tried to end things no less than five times in the last few months. There’s always some reason… Always something that…Fuck, I don’t know. It just never sticks. She won’t hear it,” you pause, “I was serious this time though, Josh. I told her point blank, I do not want to be together anymore. It was like I was speaking fucking Latin, she refused to hear me. We were up the entire night arguing, man. It’s… It’s just so done, and I’m the only one who can see it apparently.”

“So if she won’t accept it, you’re still technically together, though? She’s still in the house?” he asks, rubbing his fingers over his beard. 

“Yeah, I mean, I guess? But also, No? The only way I could get the fuck out of that house in time to make it on the plane, was by agreeing to a ‘break’. But it’s not a break. I’m done, she knows I’m done. Told her she could still live in the house for a bit until she found her own place, but I told her, point blank, we needed to separate. No contact. You can see how that is going for her.”

“Does she know that you are…you know, seeing other people?” he asks, a bit of hesitancy in his voice. 

“Am I supposed to care? We aren’t together!” you argue. 

“But you kind of are Jacob!” he spits, “Look, I’m not trying to like, take her side here or whatever, but if she is under the impression you two are only on a break, I highly doubt she would be okay with you seeing other people. You’ll be labeled a cheater and god knows what else if she catches wind.”

“This is the messiest shit I have ever been a part of. I swear to god…” you groan, rubbing your hand over your face. “I seriously never thought I would find myself going through something like this.”

His brows pinch together in confusion, “So why didn’t you just say straight up, I want to separate, please move out of my home?”

“I mean, I kind of did, I think. It’s so much more complicated when you’ve been together as long as we have. We’ve had the exact same argument hundreds of times, that’s no exaggeration. She lives with me, man… I can’t just expect her to move out overnight, ya know? Which is why I agreed to the break. To give her time to…Get her shit together, I guess. But she knows I’m out. She has to know.”

“But she is still calling and texting you daily?” he asks. 

“All fucking day everyday. I never reply, and she still continues. As if– as if nothing ever happened. Like I said, she is just not getting it,” you explain. “Every time I would come stay at your place, she would just… come up with some reason, or some excuse to get me to come home for a few nights. We would just bandaid the problem, until it just exploded again and I’d end up back at your house or at Sam’s. But I had to be careful at Sam’s because Lyla is her best fuckin’ friend. You’d think she would have caught the drift after so many nights of me crashing there that things weren’t good. I don’t know, I hate this shit, I have suffered long enough. I want out. And I fear that when we get home, I might have to take more drastic measures. And I don’t want that shit, either.”

“So things are a lot worse than you initially led on…” he states, shaking his head as he sips from his glass. 

“Yeah, I guess so. Shit’s embarrassing, man. It’s rocky as hell and I don’t know what to do. I obviously still care for her as a person, but I just can’t do this with her anymore. I thought this time and space away from each other would help me get my head right and find a way to sort this shit out, but it seems like it’s only gotten worse and even more complicated since even a month ago, before we ever even left,” you continue. 

“And now there’s Y/N…” he grimaces, truly starting to understand your predicament. “I mean, it’s really only been, what, two days?”

You let out a sigh and shake your head, “Yeah, yeah. But I can honestly say that I have felt more in the last two days for Y/N than I have felt for Isla in the last year.”

“Do you think maybe… She’s…just a distraction from your real feelings? Like a space filler type of thing while you figure out shit with Isla?” he asks, broaching the subject very gently. “To be fair, I don’t blame you at all, she’s really gorgeous and a lovely girl from the little I’ve talked to her.”

“I know it looks that way, trust me. I do. But, no… It’s something else. I know it's only been two days, but there is something there, and I have to explore it,” you admit. “Like I said, I feel things I haven’t felt in so long. Not just physical things, either. And yeah, I know she works for us, and shit, but I– It was about two minutes into that plane ride that I knew it didn’t matter. I had to get to know her.”

“Answer me this, do you still love Isla?” he asks, leaning his elbows onto the table as he gives you that horribly painful twin stare that you both can only give to one another. The kind that pulls the truth from you no matter how badly you might not want to admit it. 

“I mean, I love her as a person, but no, I haven’t been in love with her in some time,” you confess. 

“In your mind is there any chance of reconciliation?” 

Your mind flashes through a hundred scenes of screaming fights, thrown objects, tears and accusations, “No. Not anymore,” you pause, rubbing your lips. “A week ago if you asked me that, I might have said maybe. It would be so easy to fall back into the good routine we had, everything would be good again for a little while at least, but it would change and we would be back to where we are now. Endless fuckin’ cycle. I can’t do that my whole life, Josh. I don’t deserve that. I was so excited about this leg of tour, just because she wasn’t coming. I could be alone and not go to bed mad and arguing every night. Do you know how fucked that is? That is not how I should feel about the person I am supposedly in love with. I should want her here, and I just don’t.”

He nods his head in agreement, sucking his teeth with a hiss. 

“Two days with Y/N has proven to me just how unhappy I am in that relationship with Isla. How much I’m just…not in love with her anymore. It only confirms my decision,” you admit. 

“So she’s calling and stuff to try and keep you strung along… So that you’ll come home and pick right back up on this nasty cycle the two of you are in…” he questions. 

“Basically. Which is why I refuse to engage with it. She can text all she wants, I’m not answering her,” you snap. “Things aren’t black and white for her, they are very gray and for me they are stark white. I don’t know how to make it more clear.”

He drops his head and looks up at you as he leans on his elbows again, “Look, I’m sorry. I had no idea. I won’t say anything to anyone about last night, or whatever is going on with you and Y/N. I want you to be happy, and I can tell you haven’t been in a long time. I’m just really sorry I was such an ass. I wish you would have talked to me, you know, like we used to.”

“I know, I know. It’s my own pride that stopped me. I just, I feel like I'm on the precipice of being happy again, I just have to keep following it, even if it looks really bad from the outside,” you pause, “Also, you guys have to stop picking on her, she is innocent in all of this. She already thinks you guys don’t like her.”

“Oh, that's just not true, we all like her a lot, you have to tell her we don’t mean it,” he laughs, tilting his head to the side as he tosses back the rest of his mimosa. “Wait, does she know about Isla?”

“No, absolutely not,” you answer a little too quickly. 

“Are you… planning on telling her?” 

“Honestly, I haven’t really thought that far ahead, I mean, I know I need to. I wasn’t really planning on Isla blowing my phone up day and night. Guess I should have known better, huh?” you laugh, offering him a small smile. 

“You need to tell her, Jake. Don’t fuck it up before you even get things started,” he offers. 

“Don’t you know that’s my specialty?” you ask, sipping your spicy bloody mary. “I mean, last night is a whole other problem. When you saw us out there I had every intention of leaving that bar with her and taking her back to the hotel. It was all I could think about. But then you were out there with my phone and the shit with Isla. Fuck…I panicked. I just sent her back to the hotel. Left her out to dry like a fucking prick. Haven’t spoken to her since. She probably wants nothing to do with me at this point.”

“No, no I doubt that. She’s probably a little hurt, maybe a little confused, but I think she will come around. I saw the way she was looking at you last night,” he smiles. “But Jake, seriously. You have to tell her about Isla.”

“God, I know it just, why would I even be thinking about Isla when I’m with her? I swear it’s like none of it exists when we are with each other. Everything is easy.”

“Sounds like you found yourself someone special,” he smiles. 

“I think you’re right.”

—

HER POV

The morning had been spent walking up and down the streets of Amsterdam, getting lost and finding your way again over and over as you navigated the map app on Danny’s phone. To your surprise, Jake and Josh hadn’t joined you. Just you, Sam, Danny, Lyla and Mia. It felt a little strange at first, and you felt the fifth-wheel anxiety hit you hard as you trailed behind them, the two couples happy and holding hands as you all explored. But luckily, at the last second, Dean joined you on the excursion, insisting that five of you needed an escort. 

You’d taken the time to speak to Dean and get to know him a little; he’s a big burly man with cheeks that stay red and a beard and mustache that hide his mouth. He’s middle aged, and a man of few words, but you were determined to break through his exterior just a little bit, seeing as how he is one of your coworkers. 

Now, as you all are heading back to the hotel with your arms full of various shopping bags and leftover food cart goodies, the conversation you’d worked so hard to start up with Dean is flowing freely. The two of you converse about the job, about travel, about where each of you are from and how you got hooked up with these crazy four. He’s fairly easy to talk to, and you find yourself very calm in his presence. 

“I heard about what went down at the restaurant the other night, Ms. Y/N. I’m so sorry that happened to you,” he admits as you watch Lyla and Mia pull the guys into a tiny boutique.

“Oh, no need to apologize,” you respond, a little surprised, “It was no big deal, really. I made a stupid mistake by going out alone that late, I learned my lesson. Just glad Jake was able to come help me out.”

“Still, it’s one of my responsibilities to make sure everyone is safe. Mr. Jacob made it very clear that you’re on that list, too.” He pulls his phone from his pocket and pushes a few buttons before speaking again. “I’m gonna get your number right now, so you never find yourself in a situation like that again.” You nod as you agree, knowing that you should have had his number saved a long time ago. You switch phones with him as you each enter your respective numbers, and he smiles as he locks his, pushing it back into the pocket of his coat. It hits you that Jake must have had a conversation with him.

“We’ve got more security coming, I’m sure you’ve heard. They should be here within the next few days. This is usually a one man job, but… I guess as the band gets more and more popular, these kinds of things just need to naturally grow along with them,” he explains, keeping his head on a swivel as he eyes each of them inside the store. “Turns into a team effort.”

You nod, pushing your windblown hair behind your ear before shoving your freezing hand back in your pocket. “I did hear about that. Bet it brings everyone peace of mind having more hands on deck, especially you,” you offer.

“Mmhm,” he replies, “Most definitely. I’ve met these guys before, think everybody will like them. Real straightforward outfit. I’m their head of security, but with the way this group operates, they’re probably gonna be calling most of the shots, if not all of them.” He sucks his teeth, and you can’t tell if he’s irked or maybe, a little bit relieved to have the help. 

“You gonna be alright with that?” you press, hoping you’re not stepping on his toes. 

He shrugs one shoulder, and you can see his eyes darting around behind his sunglasses. “I’m only one guy, Ms. Y/N.” His response is blunt, so you decide to leave it at that. 

You take a second to browse the boutique, meeting up again with Lyla and Mia and gushing over sweaters and dresses that none of you could ever afford, and for the first time in two days, you’d gone more than half an hour without thinking about Jake. As soon as the memory of him and what happened last night flows back into your brain, you almost double over with a strange anxiety. You pull out your phone again, checking to see if he has texted at all, or added anything to the playlist, but you’re met with nothing. Nothing.

“Let’s go get a drink or something!” Mia finally suggests to the group as you congregate in front of the store on the sidewalk, and everyone agrees. “Danny baby, pull up somewhere to go.”

“Let’s just take off walking again, we passed like fifty pubs on the way here,” he argues, bursting through the group and walking down the sidewalk again. The tension feels like it has dissipated for the most part; you have to admit that at first you were still a little worried that things might be a little strange between all of you. But as soon as you all got a couple of drinks in you, the anxiety melts away, and you find yourself laughing along and fitting right in with them. The girls are really cool, and Danny and Sam together keep the conversation going with ease.

An hour or so later, you’re unlocking your hotel door and stripping the layers of clothing off as you now have gotten a little sweaty from the heat mixed with the alcohol. The sun had popped out a little, only adding to your need for a giant bottle of water, and to relax across your bed. As you scroll social media and flick through TV channels in languages you can’t understand, you find your mind drifting back to Jake again. At this point, you know he isn’t going to text. He isn’t going to call, he isn’t going to add another song. If he was going to, he would have by now. You swallow down the realization, flipping to your back to push a pillow over your face. You think about calling Ruth, but at the same time, you hardly even feel like talking about it. 

Just as you're about to scream into the void, you hear a knock at your door. Who in the world? You stand up and adjust your clothing and hair, expecting Corri or Paul to be delivering you some information in person. You unlatch the deadbolt and swing the door open, finding none other than Jake leaning with one hand on your door frame, and the other gripping a single deep burgundy flower. 

“Hey…” he mumbles, biting his lip. 

“Hey, sorry, I wasn’t expecting you…” you fumble over your words, not only because you hadn’t spoken all day, but because he looked so overwhelmingly delicious standing there effortlessly dripping sex in your doorway that you almost catch yourself drooling. Loose, dark slacks, a black button up revealing his chest, his hair freshly washed and still damp around the roots… His skin is still glowing from the heat of his shower, and you can smell his body wash mixed in with that damn cologne he apparently carries with him everywhere. Your eyes flick to the flower hanging loosely from his fingertips before meeting his eyes again.

“I know, I should have called first, ‘m sorry…” he stumbles, pulling his hand from his pocket and swiping it across his nose. 

“No no, it’s fine, um… did you need… you wanna come inside?” you weren’t quite sure what to offer at this point; he wouldn’t have shown up if he didn’t want to talk.

He stands up straight now, smoothing his hands over his shirt and then placing them both in his pockets. “No, actually, I came by to see if you would want to go on a walk with me,” he asks, a shyness in his tone that feels new to you. “And to bring you this.”

He extends his hand, offering you the dark red flower, multi petaled and fragrant. “Saw it earlier at a flower stand and I…I don’t know, I thought of you. Thought you should have it.”

You accept it from his fingers, bringing it to your nose to take in its earthy smell, “It’s beautiful, what is it?”

“It’s a Dahlia, I believe. The vendor said it was a Black Dahlia, but it looks dark red to me. I don’t know, I just thought it was pretty. Thought of you.” he smiles nervously. You stare at him as you twist the flower under your nose and think about his question. 

“So, a walk?” you reiterate, finding the idea both exhausting and appealing, seeing as how you had just gotten back from an extremely lengthy one with everyone else. “I really should stay in tonight, I… dunno…”

“Please?” he asks, squinting his eyes. “Just a short one, we don’t have to go far. I just– I saw something cool today, and I thought you might like to see it, too. Wanna show you…”

You huff a little as you lean your head on the edge of the open door. His eyes are pleading, and you can tell there’s more to his little plan than simply showing you something.

Maybe he wants to talk. Maybe he wants to explain things… sort it all out…

“Okay. We can go. But, I have to get dressed first,” you say, already dreading putting all those layers back on, but not feeling so bad about it because now you’ll be with him. You feel a little reluctant, the pissed-off feeling you’d had all day still lying heavily present in your mind. But, he’s making an effort, at least…

“Take your time. I’m just a floor up, 507,” he starts to back away, the tiniest satisfied grin forming on his face. His eyes travel up and down your body so fast you almost miss it. “Just come knock when you’re ready.” 

You close the door as he rounds the corner to the elevator, and you can’t help but feel that rush of nerves fly up your body again. He didn’t call, he didn’t text, he came to your door. With a flower. God, what a gentleman. You place the flower on the dresser, your heart pounding at the sweet gesture. You rush into the bathroom to freshen everything up and spruce your tangled hair, brushing some powder across your face and adding a little more mascara. You re-apply your favorite perfume to your wrists and neck, taking a little extra time to make sure you looked presentable in the full-length mirror on the wall. 

When you feel as if your appearance is as good as it's gonna get, you sit on your bed, wanting to make Jake wait for you just a little bit longer. You go ahead and pull up a facetime call with Ruth, waiting for the tone to ring out. 

The screen opens with Ruth holding up one finger, mouthing for you to hang on as she finishes out what looks to be a very annoying phone call with a client. She spins in her chair as she rolls her eyes, letting her head look at the ceiling as she uses her formal, professional voice to end the call.

“...You have an excellent day, ma’am. Mhm. Thank you, Buh-bye,” she presses a button on her phone and rips her headset off, fumbling for her airpods as she picks up her phone. “Oh my GOD today has been insane and I hate everything,” she complains as you watch the screen fill up with her face, and you hear the sound of her acrylic nails tapping all over her screen. You patiently wait, watching her loudly chew her gum, knowing that she has to clear away her notifications before she can even begin to have an uninterrupted conversation with you. “Okay I’m ready what the fuck has happened?!” 

You laugh, giving her the rundown of everything that happened since you last spoke, her facial expressions letting you know she is hanging on your every word. “...And now, he just showed up at my fucking door, and asked me on a date, I guess? After basically dry humping me in the bathroom then sending me home without another word,” you finish, whispering your words as if he could hear you. “I dunno, Ruth. Should I even go?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?! Yes you should go. Give him a chance to explain, at least. He wouldn’t have shown up to your door if he didn’t really want you to come, ya know?” she says, immediately noticing her word choice, and slyly smiling as she bounced her eyebrows.  

“Shut the fuck up. Ugh, yeah, you’re right. Does this outfit look okay?” you stand back and flip the camera around showing her yourself in the mirror. 

“Slayyyyyyyy that jacket is hot, where on earth did you even get it?!” she rolls her eyes. 

“From you. For my birthday. When you found out I was going to a colder climate,” you laugh. “Okay, I'm gonna go, I guess. I’ll text you later.”

“Live updates, please. I want to know the way this man ticks,” she teases.

“Shut up. Bye.” You end the call and grab your purse, making sure your room key is in your bag. You also make sure to grab the jacket Jake sent you home in last night, not able to bear another second staring at it draped across the back of the chair. 

—

“Thought you might want this back,” you say when Jake opens the door, taking the coat from your outstretched hand.

He smirks as he takes it, tossing it behind him to land on some unknown surface. “Looks better on you, but it’s one of only three jackets I brought with me.” You both laugh a little as you make your way down the hall and to the elevator. The whole ride down is silent, with both of you standing at opposite sides, more or less feeling no shame in drinking the other in. His arms and ankles are crossed as the elevator descends, and you can feel his eyes boring into you. 

“You look really nice today,” he offers as you exit the lobby and head back out into the freezing cold air. 

“Thank you,” you reply shyly, feeling the blush creep to your cheeks. “So do you…” you wanted to gush about how perfectly his hair is sitting around his face, how his shirt and jacket are hanging across his shoulders, how poised he just always seems to be without even trying… but you don’t. You hope to god you don’t run into any of his brothers, or anyone that you work with; coming up with an explanation why the two of you are out alone together again is something you truly don’t feel like dealing with right now. “So where are we going?”

“It’s called The Jordaan. It’s a really old neighborhood, with a canal going through the center. Bunch of little shops and stuff. Did you guys walk this way this morning?” you notice the lilt in his voice. 

You shake your head. “No, we went the opposite way,” you answer. It’s quiet for just a minute more as you pass by the crowds and other people on the streets. “Why didn’t you and Josh come along?”

He takes a quick breath. “Eh, we didn’t really receive an invite, honestly,” he laughs, stroking his fingers over his mustache. “Had to be Lyla or Mia’s idea to go, if I had to guess.” He was right, but you still felt bad. “But it was okay, me and Josh went to eat and got to… talk a little without the interruption of the other two. Kinda rare these days,” he smiles, and his knuckles brush across yours just barely. The light touch sends your bloodstream to a raging fire, and you have to stifle down the pull to grab his hand altogether. 

The sun is peeking through the heavy cloud cover of the evening, and you find yourself staring at the way Jake’s pulled his sunglasses to sit on top of his head, letting the gleam of the sunlight bounce into his mocha colored irises. He looks you in the eye each and every time he speaks, and commands your complete attention away from everything else around you. You’re pulled into him, letting your bodies barely touch and move together as you walk along. This attraction feels different than the heated, blurry, intense pull you had to one another last night. This feels innocent, even though you both know that it’s anything but. 

You turn a corner as you come along to the long line of homes and buildings, multicolored and old in their exteriors but, still holding just the right amount of charm to be an attraction. You catch yourself looking above to see the craftsmanship of them. “Wow…” you exclaim quietly as you peer up at the finely detailed architecture, staring in awe at the shape they are still in. You pull your phone from your pocket and start to take photos, zooming in on the details and making a mental note to send them straight to Ruth later. 

You walk up onto a little footbridge lined with parked bikes and people stopped to take photos. Suddenly Jake is behind you, barely resting his chin on your shoulder. “Gimme your phone, let me take your picture,” he murmurs in your ear. 

“Oh no, that’s okay…” Before the words can even escape your lips, he’s snatched your phone and started backing up, glancing behind him and back to your phone every few seconds. 

“You’re really good at taking my phone away and doing whatever you want with it, you know!” you yell at him in aggravation. 

He motions his free hand for you to scoot sideways, and then again for you to stop where you are. He snaps a few, turning the phone on its side to get every angle he can. You stand a bit awkwardly, hating that people are having to stop when they notice they are walking in line of the photo. Finally he finishes and rushes back over to you. “They look good! See?” he says, handing your phone back and swiping through them with you. “Now you’ll have record.”

You walk past a few secondhand shops and stores, and suddenly, something in one of the windows catches your eye. “Oh my god, look at that!” you squeal, pointing to a glimmering red dress sitting perfectly on a mannequin. It isn’t like any dress you’d seen before; it looks vintage, bright cherry red velvet with sewn-in sequins weaved throughout. It’s tight, but not too tight, and short and lacking fabric in all the right places. 

“Damn, you should go try it on!” Jake exclaims, obviously agreeing with your surprise at how pretty it is. 

“Nah, I shouldn’t…” you say, walking away from the window. 

“No, you should, actually. That dress is hot, Y/N,” he says, elbowing you in the ribs. “And I think you’d make it a hundred times hotter.”

You scoff. “Be quiet, no I would not.”

“Prove me wrong, then,” he challenges with a smirk, opening the door to the shop, and holding his hand out to invite you inside. 

You step inside, and are immediately greeted by a man dressed in a formal tuxedo. He notices that you are not local during his greeting, and switches to rough English.

“Eyeballing the red number, are you madam? Give me one second, I’ll grab it off the mannequin for you,” you and Jake lock eyes as the man flits away, straight for the window. He raises his eyebrows in anticipation and gives you a grin so adorable you almost melt into putty right there in the store. 

“Here you are ma’am, please, be careful, very old dress,” he explains, handing you the dress on a hanger and opening a curtain for you to go behind. 

“Go ahead,” Jake mouths, pushing you into the small dressing room. 

You stand almost naked in front of the mirror as you slip the soft, tight fabric over your thighs, your stomach, and finally over your shoulders. Jake was right, it fits you perfectly. The velvet material snatches your waist and bust, and cuts right above your knee. Its sequins shimmer in the overhead light, but aren’t so overwhelming that it looks showy. It’s something you could dress up, or dress down. You reach behind you and pull the zipper up only halfway. Of course.

You take a deep breath and pull the curtain back, finding Jake to have taken a seat on a plush maroon ottoman. His jaw drops as you walk toward him, and yet again, you feel the heat rise in your face. You continue walking toward him, turning at the last second with your back to him, pulling your hair to the side. “Finish doing me up?” you say, immediately realizing that could be taken in a way you didn’t really mean. But also kind of mean, if you’re being honest. 

You hear him swallow and he stands, and feel his warm hand slowly grip the zipper and pull it up, his other hand resting gently on the back of your hip, this thumb barely squeezing at the muscle. He takes his time, moving the zipper at the slowest pace imaginable. “Everything alright back there?” you whisper over your shoulder, hearing your own voice tremble. 

You hear the air push from his nose as he leans in a little closer. “Just taking my time… might be the only time I get to touch you this way…”

Your eyelids flutter closed at his words. You lick your lips, trying to calm your second heartbeat. “What makes you think this will be the only time?”

He finishes the zip, spinning you to turn and face him. He shrugs one shoulder. “Just don’t wanna get my hopes up,” he growls. “Take that as a compliment…if you wear that out in public, I wouldn’t stand a chance against the hordes of guys that would be following you around.”

You scoff at him, and the absolute absurdity of his statement. He has no idea how pretty he is, does he?

“Shh. That’s a lie,” you say as you turn back and motion for him to unzip you. He does, this time with a little more haste. You make your way back into the dressing room and switch back into your clothing, hanging the beautiful specimen back on the hanger the man had provided you with. 

“What? You’re not getting it?!” Jake stands as you make your way back toward the employee.

“No, Jake! I can’t buy that! It’s too–”

“Perfect? Because you looked… I–I can’t even explain… You have to get it, Y/N,” he argues.

You hand the dress back to the man in the suit. “No. I wouldn’t even have anywhere to wear something like that…” you go on, internally screaming at how badly you really would like to have it. 

“Let me get it for you, then,” Jake says. “It’s not even that expensive…”

“NO!” you squeal. “I mean, no thank you. Please, Jake. It’s completely fine,” you say as you begin to walk toward the exit. You simply could not let him buy this for you. No. Huh-uh. Absolutely the hell not. 

He reluctantly follows you out of the store, still playfully going on and on about how you just made a huge mistake. You turn and face him, your face only inches from his. You grab both of his hands in yours, snickering a little at the surprised look on his face. “Jake, I appreciate the compliments, but I’d really like to get on with our date, now.”

JAKE POV

Her words send a shockwave through your system. “Date? So it’s a date now?” you ask, your hands cupped in hers as he looks you in the eyes. 

She turns and begins walking again, and you have to physically tell yourself to move your legs and follow along. “You came to my door, asked me to go on a walk because you wanted to show me a certain specific special thing… now we’re exploring and talking and trying on dresses, I’d qualify this as a date,” she turns and gives you a teasing look of intrigue. “Just missing the food part, but I think it would still count.” 

A smile comes to your lips as you realize she’s right. “You hungry?” you ask, finally catching up with her. 

“No, I’m just kidding. Let’s go down to the riverside,” she points a little ways away, seeing that there is a sidewalk that runs alongside the water. 

You stuff your hands in your pockets as you trudge along, the two of you taking in the scenery and the water beside you. The air is still blowing cold, but neither of you seem to mind. “So if we’re gonna qualify this as a date, maybe we should get to know each other a little better,” you suggest, earning a scoff from her. 

“Seems a little backwards seeing as how we kinda already–”

“I know, I know,” you laugh. “Um, let’s see. Did you play any sports in school?” you ask. 

“I played volleyball all four years, golfed with my dad on the weekends sometimes when he was around… Other than that, not really,” she explains.

“Shit, don’t tell Danny you like golf,” you go on. “He’ll capture you in a week-long conversation and then ask you to go play a round in every country we visit,” you laugh. 

“Ummm, what’s your favorite holiday? And you can’t pick Christmas…” she says, pushing her pointer finger into your shoulder. 

“Hmm, so, I think it’s a tie between the Fourth of July and Thanksgiving, because in July we’re always out of the country somewhere really beautiful, or we’re all at home blowing shit up together. I’m always really happy that time of year. And then Thanksgiving, because I will eat the fuck out of mashed potatoes any chance I get,” you say. 

She laughs again, the sounds of her voice making your insides warm. “Your answer was better than mine!” 

“Let’s see… What's your best friend’s name?” Noticing that she hasn’t really mentioned anyone.

“My best friend’s name is Ruth, we’ve been friends since elementary school. She’s… a complete idiot,” she laughs. “We still talk pretty much daily about anything and everything,” she explains. “Don’t have any secrets.”

“Oh so, she’s… getting the rundown of your whole European adventure in real time, isn't she?” you ask, wondering if she had been giving her a play by play of the whirlwind last few days you'd shared together. 

She purses her lips and squints her eyes as her hand brushes past yours. “Guess you could say that…”

“Damn!” you laugh, feeling embarrassed. “Don’t tell me you included our bar bathroom escapade…”

Suddenly she’s tripping over her words. “I mean... No! I told her a little but like, not details or anything ya know, but she…I–” 

“So she knows we almost hooked up but thankfully stopped just in time that my brother didn’t catch things getting too out of hand…” you say confidently, wanting to see the blush rush her cheeks again. 

She stops, standing stiff in her place. “Okay, Jake. Caught me. Sue me, shit.”

You continue walking, pulling her along by the hand. “I’m kidding, I don’t care. I hope to meet her one day.”

She looks at you from the side of her eye, “I hope you do, too. Okay, who’s your best friend?”

“You really want me to answer that?” You’re surprised she can’t already tell. “I’ve got three built right in. All three pains in my ass but I love ‘em.”

“How sweet, Jake. Man, you do have a heart under there, somewhere!” she teases. 

“Of course I do baby, I’m actually a sweetheart, didn’t you know?” you respond in a very piratical voice. “Alright, favorite music genre. This is the big one, answer carefully…”

“Ahhh, well…” she looks to the ground, truly contemplating her answer. “You already know the Alt-J stuff you added was way out of my normal choice, I actually listen to um, a lot of harder stuff, I guess you could say. Some metal, hard rock, also older country, some psych stuff. It runs the whole gambit,” she laughs, seeming like she was shy to admit it all. 

“Wow,” you say. “So like, almost the exact opposite of what we’re into.”

“Kind of, I mean it probably overlaps… I love the stuff you’ve added to the list. And I’m sure there’s a few classic dad rock songs you like, don’t lie…” she smiles. 

“Ehhh,” you argue, “Maybe a few…” you feel a sudden slight disappointment in the fact that the two of you probably will not be able to talk music much. But, that’s okay…

“Me and my dad used to go to rock shows a lot when I was a kid. I’ve seen all the country greats a few times a piece. Just something about that sound, you know? Reminds me of home, it’s very nostalgic… I’m sorry, I’m rambling…” she says, brushing the hair from her face as you find yourself enraptured in her words. 

“No, no… it’s okay, ramble on…”

Light bulb. 

You sneakily pull your phone from your pocket, adding that very song to the playlist, hoping she won't notice right off the bat, but hoping she will understand soon that you would listen to her ramble all day long. As she continues to talk, you can’t help but notice all the ways that she is so different from Isla. Like night and day. She listens to you when you speak, she doesn’t ever come at you with condescending words unless she’s being playful, she is sure of herself, and confident…and gives you that feeling down deep in your gut that tells you she’s something special. Though you’ve only known her a few days, it’s already obvious that she offers every single thing that Isla doesn’t, never has, and most likely never will. Instead of the uneasy, walking on eggshells feeling that you have everytime you’re with Isla, you get the confident, self-assured and joyful feeling in Y/N’s presence. And something is telling you to hold onto it. 

Speaking of Isla… you really need to tell Y/N about her. It’s only right. It isn’t fair to her that she doesn’t have a clue, you wouldn’t have wanted to be left in the dark if the roles were reversed. You swallow, opening your mouth to start the conversation without having a clue where to even begin. But your thoughts are interrupted by Y/N’s sweet voice bringing you back down to earth again. 

“I know you bargained for a short walk, but what if we went up there to that little pub and see what they have to offer?” she asks, smiling a toothy grin.

Maybe the time isn’t now…

“Lead the way, love.”

—

HER POV

Warm. Everything is just so warm. Your body, your face, his smile. Warm. The room is a dull hum of noise around you, your world growing still as he sits in front of you. You watch him in wonder as he talks about music and his passions, your face propped up on your fist. You know you must look positively smitten, and to be honest you kind of are. The two of you are giggling back and forth, even though nothing is really that funny. But that was the beauty of it. You can tell you are blinking slowly and try to reign it in as the nearly half a liter of beer swirls through your bloodstream. You can’t help but smile at him while he talks, his eyes locked on yours as a smile stretches across his own face. 

You wonder how he is even able to hold a conversation right now, your brain reduced to mush as you continue to sip on your beer. He’s happy, you can tell, a dimple has appeared in his cheek and hasn’t left in nearly an hour. You can’t stop looking at it, at him. Everything about him. The twinkle lights over head have cast a perfect yellow glow on his tan skin, just as the sun starts to dip down below the river the two of you walked here from.

“You still with me, beautiful?” he asks, his knuckles brushing against yours. 

“I’m here, but barely.” you laugh, “Why aren’t you feeling the alcohol yet?” you tease, taking a rather large gulp of your beer.  You know he definitely has a higher tolerance than you do, but you can tell he is a little more smiley than usual. You place the large glass tankard back on the table as he stares at you, his eyes wide and sparkling. 

“What?” you ask, feeling a bit bashful in your drunken state. 

“You’re just…so– you’re just really pretty and it makes me feel, I don’t know, shy I guess,” he answers truthfully, biting his lips together nervously. 

You feel your chest burst into flames, the heat radiating up your face to your already flushed cheeks. 

“I like it when you blush,” he breathes, which of course makes you blush harder. “Like it best when it’s because of me.”

You feel all of your nervousness and anxiety melting away as he looks at you, and suddenly with the help of the beer, you feel brave enough to ask the question that has been on your mind all day. 

“Jake?”

He nods his head ever so slightly, letting his fingertips drift across your knuckles. 

“Why didn’t you answer? My song, how come you didn’t say anything?” you ask, swallowing down your last bit of nervousness. 

He drops his head a little, grabbing your hand in his, letting his thumb skate across your skin. “I searched and searched for a song that I could respond with last night. One that would articulate what I wanted to say, but I just…I couldn’t find one. I felt like absolute shit after you left, Y/N. Really, I did. I fell asleep with that damn song on replay until my alarm went off this morning. It got in my head, and that’s when I decided I wanted to go on this walk today. Make it up to you.”

You stare at him for just a second, letting a smile slowly creep to your lips. He notices and you watch him as he visibly relaxes. He was nervous, too. 

His eyes are locked on yours, both of you saying a thousand things with zero words. You let his words sink in, storing away each one until your heart feels a little bit lighter. 

“Well, you better think of a good one tonight,” you tease, rubbing your thumb against his. 

His phone buzzes on the table top, his eyes flashing down to it, then to you in panic. 

“It’s fine,” you nod, gesturing for him to grab it. “I don’t mind, really.”

He picks it up and clears his throat, the loss of his hand from yours stings a little but you know he will do it again. 

“From Josh,” he starts reading the message out loud, “Where are you? I knocked on your door and you didn’t answer.”

He smiles and laughs as his thumbs type back a response. 

“Oh, another one,” he pauses, “We’re meeting up for dinner, just the guys, in an hour.”

His face drops a little, his eyes looking across the table to you. He locks his phone and sets it back on the table, his hand seeking yours out again. 

“We should probably get going if you’re gonna make it back in time,” you offer, taking another sip of your beer. 

He lets out a painful sigh, “I don’t really want to. I want to stay out…with you. I see them all the time.”

“No, no, no, you’re in Amsterdam with your brothers. They want to see you. Don’t change your plans around for me,” you insist. 

He looks conflicted, you can tell he really does want to stay here with you, but he also knows he needs to meet up with them. 

“Well, what about you? What will you do?” he asks, tracing his index finger around your hand. 

You smile and shake your head, “Don’t worry about me, I’ll probably just go back to my room and do whatever it was I was going to do before you knocked on the door.”

He smiles and nods, licking his lips before speaking again, “If you’re sure, this is supposed to be me making it up to you for leaving you last night, now I seem to be doing it again.”

“Wanna know a secret?” 

He raises his eyebrows in question, ready to hear your answer.

“I forgave you for that about two minutes into our walk,” you smile, squeezing his hand in yours. 

—

He walks with you back to the hotel, his hand never leaving yours for a second. His grip is firm and warm, everything you ever dreamed of. You talk about the shops and the sights, and he tries again to convince you to buy that dress, bartering that he was going to have to go back and buy it himself if you refused. 

As you step up to the hotel door you pause, turning and looking at him in the glow of the streetlights. “You don’t have to walk me all the way up, I think I can find it.” you tease. 

“Alright, well, um, can I text you?” he asks, his tone reverting back to that of a nervous fifteen year old boy. 

You feel the butterflies taking flight in your stomach, flapping their wings so hard you feel like you might take off with them. “Yeah, you can text me whenever you want to.”

A huge smile spreads across his face, “Yeah, alright, cool. I’ll um, I’ll text you then.”

“I’ll be waiting,” you answer, watching him stifle back his smile as he steps back a bit, bringing your hand to his lips. He places a soft and gentle kiss to the top of your hand, his cold lips barely grazing your skin, and sending a jolt of electricity through you. 

“Won’t be long,” he smiles, stepping away and turning to head back down the street. 

—

JAKE POV

You follow the walk route to the pin that Josh had dropped, finding yourself at a tiny pub down a back alleyway of a street. The place is crowded and warm, ambient lights with the damp smell of cigars lingering in the air. You mosy through the crowd, hoping that no one recognizes you and stops you for a drunken conversation or autograph. 

Luckily it doesn’t happen, and you find Danny, Sam, and Josh tucked away at a high-top table in the corner. “There he is! Took you long enough!” Danny yells over the loud crowd, the first one of them to spot you. 

The other two turn to face you, pulling your stool out for you to take. “Your beer is probably warm, now…sorry,” Sam says, pointing to yet another giant mug of beer, just the same as the one you’d just finished off. 

“Fuck, thanks…” you say, tiptoeing to hop up onto the high stool. You simply can’t help the shit-eating grin that’s plastered across your face, even with all the maximum effort you have left in you. You take a large sip, finding the beer to still be fairly cold. 

“Where have you been already today? You look flushed and far too jovial…” Josh presses, rubbing his hands together with his elbows resting on the table. 

“Cold outside,” you say, shooting him a look. 

The bullshitting and argumentative discussions commence as everyone obviously begins to feel their alcohol, and you take the distracted time out to text Y/N, letting her know you made it safely. 

You

9:18PM: I’m here, but already wishing I never left

You attach a quick photo of your giant beer, and include the eye-rolling emoji.

Y/N

9:20PM: omg 😂 good luck choking another one down

You

9:21PM: Ye have little faith 🍺 

A minute later you receive a photo of her room service sprawled out across the bed in front of her, chicken fingers and fries and some type of dipping sauce. You smirk at how cute she probably looks in whatever outfit she chose to get comfy in, and wonder what she looks like. You notice the TV in the background, and recognize the movie that she has playing. 

You

9:24PM: Looks tasty

9:24PM: Damn, is that Wedding Crashers?

Y/N

9:25PM: Yes, I fucking love this movie

You run your hand over your face. 

You

9:26PM: That sucks, I quite literally can’t stand that movie 

Y/N:

9:26PM: 😱😱😱😱😱😱

9:26PM: You’re insane, this is one of my favorite movies of all time! Why do you hate it!

You

9:27PM: Dunno, not a sucker for cheap comedy I suppose

You’re interrupted by Sam’s snapping fingers in your face. “Hellooooo, Jake, you with us? Tell Isla to leave you the fuck alone, it’s guys’ night!” 

You feel your eyes widen at his comment and glance at Josh, who is mirroring your exact expression behind his folded hands. 

“Uh, sorry, sorry yeah.” You put your phone down on the table and try your best to be present with them, getting caught up in your normal absurd conversation. Your phone continues to light up and buzz on the table. 

“You gonna get that?” Josh asks slowly and quietly, just loud enough for you to hear. You ignore him, finishing off the last bit of your beer that went down exceptionally quicker than you thought it would. Everyone is sufficiently intoxicated, and you have to admit, you’re having a really great time letting loose. The drinks are flowing, and the air is high-spirited all the way around. Danny is taking funny videos of Sam and Josh as they try their hand at some type of trick with a coin and a bottle cap, so you take the second to check your phone again. But what you see brings your serotonin level down just a notch. 

Isla

10:12PM: Hey, what’s up?

10:27PM: Why aren’t you answering me babe :(

10:29PM: I miss youuuuu, you never called back last night

10:33PM: Saw Danny’s close friends story, glad to see you having fun ignoring my texts! 👋🏼

10:37PM: Can you accept my location request

10:42PM: I can see your phone in front of you Jake

You roll your eyes and mutter a quiet oh…my…god, rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands. 

“What’s up?” Josh asks, and you turn your phone for him to see. His eyes instantly widen as he reads. 

“This…is the shit I’ve dealt with for the last three years. I can’t—” you cut yourself off, feeling your jaw clenching with aggravation. 

Josh settles back in his chair. “Fuck, I had no idea…”

“What, what is it?” Sam and Danny basically simultaneously ask, seeing the disdain falling over the both of you at the same time. 

“Nothin’, just a sad video,” Josh lies. 

You decide to let Isla’s antics roll off your shoulders; you’re having too good of a night to let her whining bring you down. Things with Y/N are starting to heat up, and you find your tipsy self teetering on the edge of risk. You pull her texts up again, finding that she had responded a while ago.

Y/N

9:30PM: You’re crazy, this movie is fuckin hilarious

You decide to change up the game a bit, adding a song that reflects exactly how you’re feeling right now. You scroll through your library and land on it, bringing up the option to add it to your shared playlist. It’s perfect, ‘In the Mood For You’ by The Record Company. 

She responds with a text a minute later, a string of five or six laughing emojis. You’re then met with a song addition on her end, ‘Are You Sure?’ by Willie Nelson. 

Holy shit holy shit. You feel your stomach get warm and your head starts to swim at the thought of where this could go, where you want it to go. You take a deep breath as the excitement builds in your system, and you can physically feel your body getting warm. You want to scream. Your eyes begin to cross a little as your thumbs hover over the screen, flicking around as you decide what to do. 

The next thing you know, Sam is setting another beer in front of your face, this one thankfully much, much smaller than the other one you had just finished off. Mother fucker...Gonna be very drunk.

You decide to skip out on a text, keeping this little game the two of you have going. You pull up the song search, adding ‘No One Else’ by Weezer. Perfect. 

Seconds later, you receive a text. 

Y/N

10:56PM: I’ll think about it…….

You feel your cheeks grow pink. 

Just then another comes through from Isla. 

Isla

10:57PM: Ignoring me isn’t going to fix anything, Jacob.

You scoff, shaking your head. You turn the phone to Josh again. 

“God, block her fucking number. I’m so serious,” his voice raises a little, laced with a protective tone. 

You ignore it, flipping back over to your texts with Y/N, suddenly feeling emboldened. 

You

10:59PM: Think about what, exactly? 

You lick your lips as you set the phone down, glancing around to see no one paying attention to you all up in your phone again. A minute later, you receive a photo. You click the message and watch as the attachment comes to life. 

It’s a selfie of Y/N sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in a barely-there black silk pajama set, with the object of the photo obviously the empty side of the bed behind her. 

Y/N

11:01PM: You, here.

Son of a fucking bitch, she is gonna be the death of you. You pull your phone up so no one can see the picture, and you take a second to stare at her soft skin in the silk material, her hair a little messy but lying perfectly. She’s smiling just a little, and the dim light is bouncing off her features in all the right areas. 

You

11:03PM: Absolutely stunning

11:03PM: Are YOU sure?

Your heart is positively racing, watching as her text bubble pops up. 

Y/N

11:04PM: Only if you want to…

As the breath hitches in your throat as you’ve quite literally forgotten how to breathe, you take a second more, starting in on the beer Sam had provided. You lock your phone, trying to make up your mind of how to answer. What to do, what to do…

You finally decide to reply with a bold text. 

You

11:06PM: I think I can make that happen…😉

11:06PM: We shouldn’t be much longer

You get dragged back into conversation with the guys, and fifteen or so minutes later, everyone is gearing up to leave. You glance down at your phone a few minutes later, seeing that she hasn’t responded. Weird. 

Everyone stands to leave, and the alcohol hits you in the face. Yeah, pretty fairly intoxicated. You exit the building, feeling someone standing behind, close by. You turn to see Dean bringing up the rear of the group. “Whoa, where did you come from you scary motherfucker?” you tease, earning a big, warm smile from him.

“Been sitting at the bar all evening, Mr. Jake,” he responds, pointing for you to catch up with the rest of them. 

You rest a heavy hand on his shoulder. “You’re really good at your job, Dean. I never even knew you were there, should have come and had a drink with us.” You feel your words slurring a bit. Just then, you feel your phone buzzing in your pocket incessantly. 

“I wet my whistle with a shot of Jameson as soon as we got there, water the rest of the night,” he replies without looking at you. You laugh and step to the side a bit, pulling your phone out to see Isla calling. Fucking son of a bitch. You slide to answer it. 

“What, Isla? Fuck!” your tone is a bit more harsh than you had expected, but warranted nonetheless. 

Then, all you can hear on the other line is a rush of screams and yells, her voice loud and her words cramming as she lets you know how she feels. You pull the phone away from your ear, holding it there until you find a chance to speak again. 

“Whoa, whoa, slow down, can you–”

Her screams continue, and you realize exactly how this is going to go. How it’s gone hundreds of times before. She’s not gonna let you speak. And honestly, you’re too intoxicated to talk, anyway. You set it to speakerphone as Josh falls back to walk with you. You shake your head as you allow your twin to listen to her incessant rambling. “You hear this shit?” you mumble. The two of you listen for a second more before you realize you can’t do it anymore. 

“Isla, I’m hanging the phone up. Call me when you can have a mature conversation. Bye.” You don’t even wait for her to retaliate before pressing the big red button. In a huff, you bring up your text thread to see if Y/N has responded. Like the gods of divine intervention decided to reign down their bad luck upon you, you find that you had in fact sent those last two risky texts, to Isla.

“FUCK!” you yell, stopping in your tracks, hitting your palm to your forehead. “Fuck fuck fuck!” How could you have been so stupid?! Of course she had a reason to call and yell at you…

Your fingers move to Y/N’s thread, and you see that you were the one who had left her on read. You’re in the lobby of the hotel now, and everyone is dispersing to head to the elevator or down the halls to their respective rooms. You snap away for a second to tell them goodnight, before deciding to take the stairs up to your room. You needed a second, and to work off some of your drunkenness. 

You finally pop into your room, feeling completely idiotic for accidentally sending the right text to the wrong number. You splash some cold water on your face, hoping it will bring you back to earth a little bit, but finding it to have only made your splotchy face and tinted cheeks worse. You brush your teeth and take a piss, finally settling on the edge of your bed to think. 

Fuck it, you finally decide, bringing up your texts with Y/N once more. 

You

11:47PM: I think I can make that happen…

Surprisingly, she responds within the minute.

Y/N

11:47PM: Hey. Thought you had found someone else to sneak away to the bathroom…

Your nerves flush up all over again. We’re still in the clear.

You

11:48PM: Don’t be crazy fledgling. I’m finding you in 5 minutes. 

HER POV

Five minutes? Five minutes!  You stare at the screen for a few seconds before your brain starts to work again, giving you a mile long to-do list before he knocks on the door. 

“What!? What! What does it say?! Hello! Why do you look panicked!?” Ruth asks from the other end of the phone. 

“Oh my god, he’s coming to my room. Right now, he’s on his way right this second, holy shit I have to– I have to clean up! I need to brush my teeth, brush my hair? Shit, I can’t be wearing this! Oh my god, shit I do not have enough time!” you screech, tearing across the hotel room to clean up the best that you can. 

“Focus on yourself first! He doesn’t care about your messy room! Put on some deodorant for the love of god! Did you shave your legs today?! Wait, did you end up bringing that little black sleep set thing we found?” she asks, trying to help you prioritize. 

“Yes! I’m wearing it stupid! Can you not see me?!” you shout, the clocking continuing to tick by. 

“Fuck off, it’s blurry! Okay just go brush your teeth, brush your hair, deodorant, then let's work on the room. Hurry up!” 

You run into the bathroom, applying deodorant as quickly as possible and checking your legs for stubble. “I shaved this morning, but I think it’s fine.”

“Did you shave…everything?!” she asks, just as panicked as you are. 

“Yeah, thank god!” you answer, wetting your toothbrush. 

“Okay, game plan, keep brushing, just listen. He’s into you, you’re into him. He’s been flirting with you all night. He wants you babe, and if it were me? Well, I’d do it. I know what you’re gonna say, ‘Ruthie, I can’t give it up on the first date’, blah blah blah, I don’t care, fuck the police. He’s hot, you’re hot, you’re in Europe, and if you don’t sex that man tonight, you might not get the chance to again.” she lectures, giving you a stern look.

You spit your toothpaste into the sink, wiping your mouth and grabbing for your hair brush. You run it quickly through your hair as she continues. “God, I have got to know what this man is like in the bedroom. I am so living through you right now. I expect every detail first thing in the morning. Not noon, not three, morning.”

You grab your perfume from the bathroom counter and hold it up to the camera, “Should I, or too much?”

“Yes, you should, obviously! But don’t overdo it!” she yelps back. You spray the perfume onto your wrists, careful not to spray too much. 

“Alright, I feel better, but do you think I should change? Honestly, I feel so…”

“What? Hot, sexy? Drop dead gorgeous? Didn’t have a problem with it when you sent that picture earlier, what's different now?” she asks. 

“Well, nothing I guess, I just… He will see me in person. You can see my nipples!” you admit.

“I think he’s gonna see a lot more than your nipples tonight babe, that’s just the appetizer.” she laughs, crunching the ice from her drink. 

“Oh my god you are so gross, okay, fine. I just need to clean up the room and little and–”

A knock at the door renders you both silent. You mouth the words ‘oh my god’, as she laughs silently. 

“I’ll call you later,” you whisper, quickly ending the call and tossing your phone onto the dresser. You take a deep breath and smooth your hands over the black satin tank top, pushing your boobs up, but letting out a defeated sigh when they drop back into place. She better be right about this. 

You blow out a calming breath as you make your way towards the door, twisting the handle and pulling the door open. Leaning against your door frame you find Jake, cheeks flushed and somehow looking even better than he did this afternoon. He’s in the same clothes, and his hair is windblown, but there is something different about him. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but you file it away for later. 

You purse your lips in a smirk, “You said five minutes.”

He smiles and nods, “I did, but I had to make a pit stop.”

“What for?” you ask, a playful tone to your voice. 

You watch his eyes flick down to take in your appearance, his chest growing as he sucks in a deep breath, “Oh, you know…had to get something,” he pauses, shrugging his shoulders a bit. “Did you make up your mind?”

You bite your lips together as you open the door a little wider, “Mmm, I thought about it…”

He steps forward, his foot on the threshold, “And?”

You instantly reach for his shirt, pulling him into the room and crashing your lips into his. He immediately takes control, leading you backwards and kicking the door shut with his foot. His hands have found your waist, sliding beneath the silky fabric of your top and gripping into your skin. He backs you into a wall, letting his warm lips drag across your jaw as his hands continue to explore the soft skin of your stomach. It’s not long before his lips are back on yours, the taste of alcohol still lingering on his tongue. 

His knee slides between your legs, parting them just enough to be able to press himself closer to you. Your arms lace around his neck, your hands tangling into his soft hair, as his hips press into yours. The sound of your lips on his is wet and desperate, the two of you devouring each other where you stand. His tongue slides into your mouth in search of yours, the two of you quickly picking up where you last left off. 

You can feel his phone vibrating in his pocket as it presses against your leg, an incessant buzz that drags your attention away from his lips. 

“You wanna get that?” you ask, whispering against his lips. 

“No,” he growls, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. “Probably the groupchat, I’m tired of them interrupting.”

He pulls the two of you from against the wall, walking you backwards towards the bed as his lips pepper kisses up and down your jaw. He tosses you down towards the bed, the fluffy white sheets pooling around your body. His eyes are hazy as he looks down at you, his cheeks still red from what you thought was the cold, but now know is the alcohol flowing through his system. His chest is heaving as he stares down at you, taking in every single inch of your body. You can feel the primal need radiating from him, and you remind yourself to thank Ruth for not letting your change into something else. 

You can hear that his phone is still buzzing, and with a huff of aggravation he pulls it from his pocket and taps on the screen a few times before throwing it onto the nightstand. He drops to his hands, hovering over you as his shirt hangs from his body. You keep your eyes locked on his as you unbutton the buttons, letting your hands run up his stomach and over his chest. 

His lips drop back down to yours, this kiss a little slower and a little more intentional, you can feel that he wants you, and you hope he can tell that you want him just the same. He hums against your lips, the evidence of his need starting to show through in his voice. You let your hands push the fabric of his shirt over his shoulders and he assists by tossing it to the floor. His necklaces hang between the two of you, the pendants cold as they rest against your chest. 

His hand comes up to swipe at the thin strap of your tank top, pulling it delicately over your shoulder while letting his eyes meet yours. You nod your head just enough to give him permission, letting him repeat the action with the other side. 

He brings his palm to rest on the side of your neck, his fingertips brushing lightly against your skin before he drags his palm down your body, pushing the soft black fabric down your chest. 

“This what you wanted?” he hums, dragging his fingertips over your sternum. “When you sent me that little picture? Wanted to get me all worked up thinking about you in this? Thinking about you, out of this?”

Your nipples harden just at the sound of his voice, deep and rich, a gentle slur from the alcohol. He is pure sex as you look up from beneath him.

“Might’ve been…” you answer, biting your bottom lip nervously. 

“Don’t do that,” he says, pulling your lip with his thumb. “Own it. Take what you want.”

A smirk is planted on his lips, his hair hanging around his face as he looks down at you. You decide to do exactly what he says, reaching down to the hem of your top and pulling it up and over your shoulders. His eyes drop down to your chest, now completely exposed to him, the lust almost visible in his dark eyes.

“Shit…” he breathes, his tongue wetting his lips.

He slots his knee between your legs, crawling forward a little bit more and dropping down to his elbows over top of you. His lips connect with your chest, sucking a long wet kiss into the roundness of the skin. You squirm beneath him, the feeling of his lips on your body more than you can handle in the moment. He drags his lips down your body, stopping as he meets the hem of your shorts. 

“Smell so fucking good…You’re so soft, everywhere… Have half a mind to have you like this,” he pants, pressing his lips to your skin again.

“Come back,” you plead, needing to feel his lips on yours.

He moves quickly, grabbing your face with his hand and pressing his lips to yours. You reach between the two of you, your hand unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning the button on his pants. He groans as your hand slips into the waistband of his boxers, gently grazing the stubbly trimmed hair at his base. His eyes flick open to meet yours, almost as if he is surprised you’re doing what he told you to do. You stare at him, waiting for him to tell you to stop, but he doesn’t. You have the answer you need. 

You press further, reaching for him, but surprisingly finding him still mostly soft. His eyes widen a little, and his head drops just a touch. You can tell he knows, and it’s caught him a little off guard. 

You decide to take matters into your own hands, smiling back at him, “Roll over.”

He looks up, a small grin on his lips as he rolls to his back, landing in the empty spot you photographed earlier. You move to place yourself between his legs, reaching for the top of his pants and pulling them and his boxers down over his legs. He kicks them off and you toss them to the floor, taking in the sight of him completely naked in front of you. His chest is heaving as he looks at you, a grin on his shiny pink lips as he watches you slide your hands up his thighs. 

“I know I already told you this, but you’re so fucking pretty I can’t seem to think straight.”

You can feel your cheeks grow hot, the way he’s looking at you and the words falling from his mouth have your heart pumping harder than it has in years. 

“And god when you blush like that, fuck…”

You crawl forward a bit more, positioning yourself over him to straddle his waist. You lower yourself to a sitting position, letting him guide your hips to rest your body weight where he wants it. His hands grip into your hips, sliding under the silky fabric still covering your lower half. His thumbs rub circles into your hip bones, your hips rolling on their own accord against his. A hum leaves his chest as his eyes flutter closed, clearly enjoying his view and the feeling of you beneath his hands. 

You reach for his hand, grabbing his wrist and guiding his palm to rest over your chest, letting his fingers grip into the soft fullness beneath it. He palms at your breast as you continue to rock your hips over his. His mouth opens just a bit as he focuses on you, slowly bringing his other hand to rest over your other breast. His grip is firm and warm, not too rough. A hum of pleasure leaves his lips every few seconds as he drinks in the moment, but still yet he is considerably soft beneath you. 

You lean forward into his hands, letting your lips brush against his neck, your tongue darting out and licking a wet stripe up the column of his neck. His grip tightens and his hips buck upward into yours. You’ve got him where you want him now. 

You pull away from him, moving backwards on the bed until you are hovering right above his dick. Your eyes flick to his, dark and boiling over with want as you lower your face closer to him. You grab him in your hand, feeling that he is still not truly hard enough to do anything with, but you still had a few more ideas yet. 

“Can I?” you breathe, whispering the words against his soft pink tip. You bat your eyes at him, “Please?”

You watch his chest rising and falling quickly, his heart rate sky high as he watches you. “Been dreaming about it.”

You let your tongue glide over his tip, warm against your mouth as your eyes stay locked on his. You wrap your fist around his base and let your mouth sink down over him, running your tongue up the underside of his shaft. You can’t help but wonder why he isn’t rock hard at this point, his body giving you every single cue that he wants you, apart from this one. 

His hand swipes the hair away from your face as you take him, feeling him growing just the slightest bit harder as his tip grazes the back of your mouth. You pull off of him just enough to speak, letting your wet lips brush his tip. “That okay?”

“Yes, fuck yes, I just–”

You grip your hand into his thigh as you shush him, “Shhh, I know, I’m not done.”

You take him down again, bobbing your head back and forth at a steady pace as his breathing starts to pick up. His skin is clammy under your hands and his chest is heaving as he watches you take him as far as you can. 

Your brain starts to wander as you taste him, his natural musky smell translating to the taste of his skin. Maybe he drank too much? Or maybe you’re just bad at this. He should be hard by now. Maybe he doesn’t really want you like you thought. 

A groan leaves his lips and his hips buck up, forcing him further down your throat. “Fuck…”

Okay, that's definitely not it. He has been falling all over you for days, it has to be something else. 

His hand grips into your hair as his hips buck upwards again. “Feel so fuckin’ good baby, shit. Perfect little mouth, knew it would be.” 

You let your eyes flick up to his, staring at him as his tongue rests between his lips. He’s trying, you can tell, but for some reason, it’s just not working. His brow furrows in anger, and you watch as his demeanor shifts, frustration taking him over. 

You pull off him, his dick harder than when you started, but still fairly soft. You don’t know how hard he normally is, but it has to be more than this. Right?

“Jake, we don’t have t–”

He shakes his head, “Mmm, you know what? Come up here beautiful, come lay down for me.”

You do as he says, part of you sad to think that maybe you weren’t doing it for him, but you push the thoughts aside, swapping places with him as he adjusts the pillow beneath your head. He bends to kiss you, pulling away for just a second before pressing his lips to yours again much quicker. 

“So fucking pretty, all of you. But especially that mouth,” he smirks. 

He hooks his fingers into your shorts, pulling them and your panties off in one swift movement. You are bare before him, his eyes widening as he takes you in, finally getting a reaction from his dick. He fists it up and down a few times as he looks at you, “Can I touch you, baby?”

You nod quickly, letting him spread your legs apart with his free hand. A growl leaves his chest as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth, “So gorgeous, shit…”

His thumb swipes up through your wetness, circling your clit a few times causing you to squirm beneath him. 

“Jake…” you gasp. 

His eyes meet yours, “Yeah? You like that? You’re so beyond wet, sweetheart.”

Your hips twist and turn beneath his touch, every angle proving to be more stimulating than the last. You whine, a string of curses and muffled versions of his name falling from your lips. 

“You…” he pauses, taking a deep breath, “Are everything I thought you would be. More, even.”

“Jake, please, I– I need–”

He pulls away from you quickly, his hand still fisting his cock as he reaches for his wallet on the floor. He pulls a condom from the pocket inside, tearing the foil packet open as he kneels back onto the bed. 

“Let me!” you urge, stopping his wrist, “I mean, please, can I do it?”

His eyes flick up to yours in surprise, “Yeah baby, you can do it. You can do whatever you want, swear to god.”

You grab the latex between your fingers, pinching the tip and rolling it over his cock. It's hard enough now that putting the condom on is fairly easy, but you’re positive he was even harder than this in the bathroom last night. You roll it to his base, letting your hand drift back up and over his chest before circling it around his neck. His hands grip your waist as his lips meet yours again, his tongue circling with yours as he moves you back towards the pillows, gently lowering your body to the bed. “Want you so bad, Y/N.”

“So have me,” you breathe, barely letting your lips leave his. 

You welcome him between your legs, feeling his hand reach down to fist his base, gliding himself through your wetness. In only a matter of a minute his dick is softer than it was, and both of you know it, but neither of you are willing to acknowledge it. 

His phone starts to buzz on the nightstand, both of you looking towards it. He doesn’t pay it any mind, letting it buzz on the wooden table until it stops. 

“Look at me, baby, don’t mind that,” he demands. 

You feel him press his tip to your entrance, his eyes fixed on yours. He furrows his brow as he presses his hips forward, but you feel nothing. Your eyes flick down between the two of you, finding that he can’t seem to get hard and stay hard enough to get it in. You feel a pang of hurt run through your chest, almost like rejection, but somehow a little worse. 

“Jake, are you not hard en–”

“Just give me a second, I don’t know what the fuck is going on,” he growls, his attention turning to the still buzzing phone on the nightstand. 

“I mean, I can give you head again if you think–”

“No, Y/N, I just– I just need a second, I’ll be fine,” he says. You can hear the anger in his voice, not at you, but at himself. 

“Is it me?” you ask, running your fingers up his arm that is next to your head. 

“Fuck no. You are everything I want, wet as fuck and gorgeous, no, it’s not you. I want you, I really fucking want you,” he says, stroking himself a few more times. “Alright…”

He repositions himself at your entrance, and this time you can feel him, he’s harder now, enough to slide into you, but still it’s only just enough to slip inside. 

Even half hard he is bigger than the last guy you were with, the stretch as he presses into you making that abundantly clear.

“Oh Jesus Christ, you are so tight,” he pants, his dick hardening a little at the tight fit. 

You slide your hands around his waist, pulling him down a little further as he starts to move his hips, “Oh goddamn…”

His phone buzzes twice on the nightstand as he starts to pump into you at a steady pace, but you ignore it, letting the overwhelming feeling of him moving inside of you take precedence in your brain. 

He groans through closed lips, his brow furrowed in concentration as he slides in and out of you. He rolls his hips as he thrusts into you, a whine leaving your lips as your back arches. 

“Motherfuck, you are–” he stops, regaining his composure, “Tightest fuckin’ pussy.”

Your hands grip into his sides as he picks up speed, his hips slamming into yours as both of you start to lose yourselves in the moment. Finally things felt normal, things felt good, way too good. You wanted this, you needed this, and fuck if he wasn’t checking every box you’d ever had. 

He cups your cheek in his hand, dusting his thumb over your swollen lips just as you part them to suck it in. You watch his eyes roll back in his head as he starts to pant, and you can tell he is dangerously close to his finish. 

You start to speak, ready to change positions but as you open your lips to release his finger, his phone rings, buzzing quickly across the table as the sound plays through the speakers. 

“God fucking damnit!” he growls, “What the fuck!”

“Take it Jake, it’s fine, just– answer and they’ll leave you alone.” you urge, looking to the black phone skittering across the table. 

“No, fuck no.” he snaps, his hips emphasizing his point. “I’m busy,”

The buzzing stops, and he looks back to you, letting his hand drift down to your chest. He rolls your nipple between his fingers, letting his lips meet yours. His kiss is wet, and desperate, his hips starting to falter as they move in messy strokes above you. 

You can tell he needs to cum, his body racing closer and closer with every half hard stroke of his dick. You can also tell he is fighting it, his face is red, and his hairline sweaty. You know it will be seconds, if that, until he is tumbling into his release.

His eyes flick to yours in panic, an almost apologetic look on his face as he breathes, “Baby, I’m, fuck—”

As if right on cue, his phone starts to buzz, the ringtone blaring through the speakers as his hips stutter, slamming into you again as he looks at his phone on the table. His head snaps back to you, sucking in a deep breath of panic as his hips stop, his cock twitching inside you as he fills the condom with a guttural moan. 

The fucked out look that takes over his face is like nothing you’ve ever seen. Reminiscent of a Renaissance painting, the features of his face twist into such a blissful expression that he almost looks like he’s in pain. He’s beautiful, there is absolutely no doubt about that, but it doesn’t change the fact that he just came, way, way too soon. 

You are in shock as you lay beneath his panting body, feeling him grow soft inside you once again. He pushes up to his hands nearly instantly, his face riddled with remorse as he realizes what exactly just happened. “Y/N–”

His phone buzzes again, for what has to be the sixtieth time in the last five minutes, a snap of anger washing through you. “Are you going to fucking get that?”

He mumbles a curse under his breath as he pulls out of you, the condom full as he looks at it in shame. He covers himself with his hand as he snatches the phone off of the nightstand and makes his way to the bathroom. You can feel the embarrassment swirling through the air as you hear the sink in the bathroom turn on. 

You grab the sheet at your feet and pull it up over your naked, unsatisfied body, trying to wrap your head around what exactly just happened. You try to catch your breath, the sound of your breathing filling the room but quickly drowned out by Jake’s phone ringing. This time though, he answers. 

“Hello?!” he shouts, his anger apparent. “Yeah I’ve seen him fucking calling, I have been busy goddamnit!” 

You hear the sink turn off and the toilet flush, followed by the sound of his footsteps walking back into the room. “Yes, I will call him, Jesus Christ, don’t ever blow my shit up like that again,” he snaps, ending the call. He pauses as he walks, a hand towel in his grip as he taps his phone screen.

You hear another call ringing out, but this time he's the one doing the calling. He walks over to you with the phone on speaker phone, a look of sadness on his face as he slowly approaches the edge of the bed. He sits next to you and reaches for your hand just as the person answers. 

“Hey, man, been trying to call you.” the man's voice says, a tone of urgency present.

“Yeah, sorry about that, I was caught up for a second. What’s up, what’s going on?” Jake answers, rubbing his hand along your arm. 

He turns to look at you mouthing ‘guitar tech’ as he hands you the damp towel. You make quick work of it, wiping yourself off but knowing you’ll be taking a shower as soon as possible. You throw it across the room as he snickers, waiting for Johnny to answer.

“Listen man, I’m at the venue, trucks just arrived and we are doing load out. One of the stage left Marshall cabinets split in transit. Wiring harness is fucked. Amp is…the amp is not looking good man.”

You see Jake stiffen, “What?” 

“Huge gash in the backside, must have fallen or something, I tried to fuck with the wiring as best as I could, it’s not getting any signal right now, man.”

“Holy fuck,” he groans, standing quickly from the bed and gripping into his hair. “No signal? Did you try a direct line in?”

You cut your eyes wondering how he managed to sober up so quickly in the last three minutes.

“Yeah, even DI there’s no signal, just static. Powers’ on, but she’s DOA. Gonna have Mark take a look at it too, but I don’t have high hopes,” he continues. 

“Is there anything we can do? How the fuck are we supposed to get a replacement amp and cabinet by tomorrow?” Jake asks, his voice laced with panic. 

“We can make some calls, I know a guy with some leads. What are the chances of you coming down here to take a look at it? Maybe I’m completely missing something, man. Hoping it's a quick fix. Need your signature for the insurance waiver, too.”

“Can it wait until morning?” he asks, a pained look on his face. 

“Probably shouldn’t, especially if we are looking for a replacement locally.”

He turns to look at you, and you can tell he is conflicted. You bite your lips together and nod your head. This is his job after all. 

He runs a hand over his face, letting out a sigh, “Yeah, yeah, I um– I can be there in a bit. I just need to wrap something up here, and I’ll be there. See if you can get in touch with Hamstead, I’m sure they have a loaner we could use for tomorrow at the very least.”

“Will do man, hey sorry about this, I don’t know what happened, maybe it wasn't strapped down or–”

Jake is quick to cut him off, “It’s fine, not your fault. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Yep, see you then,” he says, ending the call. 

He tosses his phone on the nightstand before dropping his head into his hands. “This night has been…”

He turns to look at you, letting out a sigh, “I don’t know what the fuck it’s been, fuck, I just…”

You can tell he is flustered, he can hardly form a sentence. “Listen, I get it. It’s fine, just go do what you need to do. It’s okay, really.”

He nods as he stands up from the bed, walking around the front to start grabbing for his clothes. He doesn’t say much as he dresses, and he will hardly look at you. You don’t really know why, but you can imagine he is feeling a little bad about himself and his performance at the moment. You still haven't let yourself process what exactly happened with the two of you just now, but you will, soon. 

He re-buttons his shirt, pulling his hair up into a hair tie as he lets out a sigh, “Look, I’m sorry about this. I really am, this is the absolute very last thing I want to do right now, especially after… that. But I have to, and I don’t want you to think that I want to because–”

“Jake. I get it. Just go, it’s fine,” you say calmly, hoping he will believe you. 

He grabs his phone and his wallet and shoves them into his pants pocket, kneeling on the bed towards you. He leans in to kiss you, but his lips don’t land on yours, instead missing your mouth completely. A new rush of secondhand embarrassment washes through you, and right now you think him leaving is probably the best thing he could do. 

He curses himself as he stands up shaking his head in defeat as he swallows back his embarrassment. He walks towards the door with a hand in his pocket, turning to you just before stepping out,  “I’ll uh…I’ll text you, I guess, I don’t know, fuck. Have a good night, Y/N.”

The door slams behind him and suddenly the room is silent. No heavy breathing, no pitchy moans, and no ringing phones. Just pure silence. 

You stare at the wall for a full five minutes, the muted TV flashing colors against your skin. You can’t conjure a thought. Not a single one. Nothing other than what the fuck was that?

You want to call Ruth. You want to call her and tell her everything, but you also don’t even know what you would say. Something like ‘Hey Ruth, just had the worst two minutes of sex of my life? Oh did I mention he was barely hard? And I couldn’t get him hard? And that his phone rang the entire time? And that he came in two minutes? And I didn’t finish at all? And then he had to leave as soon as he finished? And now I’m sitting alone and naked in my hotel room?’  Yeah, you needed to sit on this one for a minute. Your eyes catch sight of the flower laying on the dresser, now looking a little bit limp and lifeless but still beautiful no less. You feel a pang run through your chest, tearing your eyes away from it so as not to taint that moment earlier with this one. 

You rip the sheets from your body and make your way to the bathroom, turning the shower on as hot as it will go before stepping inside. You let the steaming hot water clear your mind and ease your tense muscles, washing away the scent of his cologne that is lingering on your skin. 

You wrack your brain for answers, though you can hardly come up with anything that makes sense. There’s just no fucking way he is actually terrible in bed. We had so much chemistry, the electricity between us was nearly electrocuting you. He felt so good last night. We were so in sync last night. This had to be a fluke, right? You’ve seen him with his guitar on stage, where was that?!

You lather your skin in your body wash, rinsing away the remaining evidence that this night ever happened. After the best afternoon with him, why was he so off tonight? He barely seemed like himself. Maybe he really did have too much to drink. 

You tried to put yourself in his shoes. If the roles were reversed and it was your phone blowing up like that, you probably would have been a little distant too. But that didn’t explain why he couldn’t stay hard. That was a mystery to you, and you really hoped to god it was the beers and not you. You know he was so much harder last night, you know he was. You felt it. So what happened between last night and tonight? 

Something. You knew that much. 

You turn off the water and wrap yourself in a towel, letting your mind wander with possibilities, trying to convince yourself that what he showed you tonight was not who he really was. You sat back down on the bed you just shared with him, thinking back to that few seconds where things were good. And it was good, it felt good, he felt good. There was no denying those few seconds. But the rest of it, well, that was still up for debate. 

You grab your phone and tap the screen, the display reading 1:02AM. There are no texts from Jake, though you didn’t really know what you expected him to say.

From the little you know about him, when he left here tonight the confidence he naturally exudes was gone, not even in the same building. You knew he would reach out, but only when he was ready and knew what to say. But until then… 

You toss your phone on the bed next to you, quickly changing into a clean pair of pajamas and curling back up into the bed. You lay there staring at the ceiling trying to figure out how you are going to handle things tomorrow. You would be with him the entire day, and you didn’t want to make him feel worse than he likely already did. 

You go back and forth with yourself until you land on something sturdy: You won’t say anything, you won’t do anything. You’ll act completely normal. The same as you have for the last few days. You decide to tear this page from the book and move forward. This never happened. 

Deep down you know there was something holding him back from being fully present with you tonight, but what that is you’ve yet to discover.

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JAKE POV

The early morning finds you facedown on your bed, still fully clothed, one boot kicked off into the floor, the other still completely on your foot. The sun is far from being up, and you’re thankful that you still have a few hours before its rays beat in through your window. The bustle of the awakening city is loud on the streets below you, and you find yourself wanting nothing more than to stay in this exact position for the rest of the day. For the rest of your life, actually. Maybe, if you bury yourself under these blankets and pillows, everyone will forget about you. Isla will forget about you. Y/N will forget about you, about everything, about last night. It will be like it never even happened. It will be like the most amazing buildup to what could have been a night of pure electricity didn’t take an absolute nose dive into one of the most embarrassing things to have ever happened to you. You’d take tripping on stage a million times over this. Pure. Humiliation.

Yeah, right here, in this bed. Under the pillows. They can’t find you here. 

What the fuck even happened?! Whiskey dick was an understatement. It didn’t even begin to explain what you…experienced. Unable to perform for the most beautiful new thing that has happened to you. Everything was perfect, she was perfect… her confidence was enamoring, her head was off the charts good, and fuck, for the few seconds you had things actually going, it was pure ecstasy. She was soaked for you. Her sounds, her face… fuck. It all came flooding back to your brain, even the way she smelled still stuck in your mind. She wanted you, just as badly as you wanted her. Just the thought of it had you standing at attention all over again, at full force this time, though. And you’d let her down. 

You sit up and roll yourself over. “Where the fuck were you last night, huh? Let me the fuck down!” you audibly yell at what was happening in your still-belted jeans. You force your face back into the comforter, realizing now that a horrific hangover is on the horizon. Your head is busting in two already, not like you already didn’t feel like shit on a boot.

Staying here, under the pillows until sound check. Right here. Not moving. Hiding. 

You know that’s not realistic, though. You contemplate texting her, but what the fuck do you even say? You couldn’t even satisfy her, and ended up satisfying yourself, way too fucking soon. What had you lasted, two minutes? Three max? Like a fucking 16 year old kid. God, what a fucking tool. She probably thinks you’re a horrible lay. You know you’re better than that. 

You groan hard into the sheets below you, feeling the metallic taste of a hangover in your mouth. You need a gallon each of water, orange juice, and black coffee, stat. And probably like, nine pieces of the butteriest toast you can find. And probably a shower, yes, a shower. And a straightjacket, for how absolutely insane you feel. 

Damnit, the amp. Luckily, the rental was in the works of being en route last night, so you feel just a little bit better about that, at least. It won’t be your baby, but it will sound okay. 

You roll and find your almost-dead phone underneath your chest, blinking your eyes as the screen brightens. Nothing. Not even Isla. Good. No one wants you. You can stay here, hidden in your burrow, until you absolutely can’t anymore. 

You’ve gotta say something, anything to her, to start this process that you want to stay millions of miles away from. But the first step to healing is admission, so you go ahead and take it. 

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5:31AM: I’m sorry. 

You watch as the message is delivered to her, seeing the string of foreplay texts and her photo still sitting in the chat. She’s so gorgeous, how could you have fucked up this badly? Your first chance to show her how you feel and you fumble this hard?

Though there were many factors playing into it, at the very deepest darkest part of your mind, you know why. You know exactly why. Guilt isn’t an emotion you let yourself feel very often, and this morning, you find yourself grasped in the wrath of it. The double-edged sword of your current situation with two separate women is proving to be more intertwined than you’d anticipated, or even foresaw. What you want is clear, though. And you’re determined to get a second chance, no matter how rocky and uncomfortable the road to that chance may be. 

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My little moon...🌙🌙🌙

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x female reader

Word count: around 1k

Summary : Lloyd takes care of you after a tiring day ❤

Warning: Soft Lloyd, 😌self care , pampering🥺. Fluff!!!!!🥰😊😇 . As always no minors. 18+ only.

A/n: WHY HE'S FICTIONAL! 😭😭😭. I want my own llyod to take care of me . Liiiike please🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

Moodboard by me 💋. The pics just show the vibes. There is no actual description of reader. No use of y/n.

All mistakes are my own. No beta read. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Even though we think Lloyd is not a softie, he is but only for his girl . So when you come home in the evening all tired and exhausted.

He gently sweeps you in his big arms and kisses your forehead, his way of showing affection and love for you but also because he loves kissing you and he hates to see ,his pretty girl all tired.

He takes you to the kitchen counter and makes you to sit on top of it . He grabs a glass of water and hold it for you to drink and he insists that you drink it all .

"Good girl" he praises when you empty it , or as much water you need from the glass.

Then, he takes off your outfits and with each discarded article he places soft kisses on the exposed skin ,praising you, and delicately rubbing your arms and back cause he knows they are sore from the day you had. He's so proud of you.

"You must be so proud of yourself, my little moon?" he asks genuinely, he doesn't say he's proud of you cause according to him your happiness, things you accomplish should never be based on others approval . He told you once but you kinda shrugged it off but deep down you know he's right. You nod and and repeat his words,"I am proud of me."

"I , too, am proud of you darling" he grins and kisses your lips softly. His kisses leaves you a little dazy , maybe it's the way he steals your breath away when he cups your chin and pulls you closer by the neck and greedily licks the insides of your mouth Or simply he's like that

"I am gonna run a bath for you ,baby " he states and you know it's his way of confirming if you wanna do something else . You shake your head no and he smiles in return

After undressing you, he carries you in his arms to the big bath tub he'd set up before you arrived, adding the bath bombs you like and he loves them too. He loves how your smell have instant calming effect on him and it just makes him to nuzzle and snuggle more closer to you when you two cuddle

He gently lowers you down in the tub , the warm water makes it seem like its soaking out all the tension and stress from your skin

he takes the Lofa and lathers you up throughoutly, his touch is so welcoming and you let out a sigh of relief. He massages your feet a little and gently press down on its inside . Soft touch along your knees, thighs and legs while also pressing his thumb in the spots where you are sore . It's like he's untying all the knots of exhaustion

he caresses your inner thighs and rubs them gently with his soft and thick fingers

he moves up and his palm rubs delicately on your stomach, and when he moves to your breasts he kneads them gently giving special attention to each one

His gaze is unmoving, rubbing each one in a round manner . He once told you, your boobs are like one of those really soft balls and he can't stop himself no matter how hard he try . "They are so pretty baby ," he praises and you are pretty sure he's not even blinking

And then comes your neck , he's so gentle with you and he rubs his thumb on either side of the back of your neck and behind your ears and your soft sigh of relief only makes him more eager to take care of you

He then makes you to sit a little up and joins you too and you can lay your back on his chest.

Finished up with his work on your neck area he presses his thumb on the top of your spine and follow its path down to your ass , and then gives it a little slap that's barely there and you move on your knees , he grabs your asscheeks and kneads them too

And then you both lay in the tub for a while , the tub is so big you can fit five more people in it and he made sure to get the biggest and nicest tub cause according to him , his princess deserves all the best and nicest things

While you both sit in the tub, your back to his chest and his hands rubbing your arms up and down , you feel so relaxed and it's like all the earlier stress is gone and you feel so relaxed that you may fall asleep right away

Llyod kisses your forehead and occasionally move his hand down your sternum

Just before you are on the verge of sleeping Lloyd cups your face to wake you up

"Hey hey Pumpkin now, none of that" he says and you know it's because you haven't eaten yet

"Lloyd please" you give him your best puppy eyes but he shake his head in disapproval

He then picks you up and cleanse you well , and wraps you in a floofy rob

Carrying you to the Kitchen, he feeds you . The food is homemade. He made it before you came home. He's an amazing cook and that's a secret that only you know

After your stomach is full and you are satisfied Lloyd carries you to the rooftop

The rooftop provides an amazing view of the night sky, and Lloyd being Lloyd, there's a big bed decorated with lots of pillows and blankets . The rooftop is secured and it's more of a room only the roof is made up of glass which is so hard .

He drops you on the bed and climb up on it beside you. He pulls you closer so he can nuzzle your neck and peels of the rob cause he needs to feel skin on skin. He shed off his clothes before climbing on the bed

He caresses your stomach and spoons you in. You turn back so you can face him and gaze in his beautiful eyes

"Thank you" you whisper and tilt your neck to kiss him softly

"Anything for you , mi petite luna" he replies and kisses you again . His warmth is home , his presence is home

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|Come Closer| Kuroo Tetsurou x Blackfem!reader

The following fanfic is an inspired spin-off of Deciphered by @hoeneymilktea, The Sunrise and Your Sins by @leia505 , and fanart by @aikk00 . Pls, check them out as well as other spin-off authors. Comments, Reblogs, and Shares are heavily appreciated. I hope you enjoy~ ♡

Words- 1,462

Trigger Warnings ⚠️ - Mentions of alcohol, weed suggestive if you squint.

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Chapter [004] Welcome Warning

Yesterday is when you recall it happening. How you were shocked to see Kuroo at your back door that late night in July. Heat sweltering, the air conditioner in need of a replacement, and unable to sleep you followed him past the neon alleys and powerlines.

Mischief isn't what he'd call it, just fun in the dark. Time alone together.

You had every reason to back out, he wouldn't make you stay. Your heart was pounding as he helped you through the gate, no trespassing boldly printed on a sign. Nobody was around, the coast was clear as you walked carefully, tiles still wet from earlier in the day's play. Putting your belongings and towels aside, you strip from your clothes.

Your beaded knotless braids down your back, your jean shorts at your feet. Kuroo's gaze traveled downward as his lip was in between his teeth before turning away. He entered the water daintily, barely breaking the surface below his torso where the blue began to blur.

Lowering himself fully in the water you push yourself off the pool's edge meeting him in the middle.

Pool lights halo your skin, droplets of water between you both as he melted under your hands pulling him close. His intense facade caved, softened by you and you alone. That's when it hit him. He couldn't do without you.

"How much longer 'Kawa?" You asked for the umpteenth time tapping your fingers on your arm, your legs crossed as you sat in the back seat. Kuroo and Oikawa exchanged looks of concern at the stop light.

"No more than five minutes Girly. Promise."

Taking a deep breath he swivels the steering wheel one-handed into Shibuya. Out the window, the street fades out when your phone rings.

"Shit it's Dai." You request her call. "Hello? Daize? Are you alright?" The call drops ending on a dial tone. His car enters a derelict parking garage, some of the overhead lights fizzling out of sync. Oikawa unbundled his seat belt leavening into the building, Kuroo does the same opening the back seat door for you.

The three of you enter an elevator, it was quiet, too quiet.

Walking closer, they keep a straight line toward a pair of doors.

With a deep breath, they opened them.

"WELCOME BACK Y/N!!" A multitude of voices shouted from inside the massive venue. A welcome banner, balloons, and streamers loop the ceiling. Tables set with name cards and goodie bags. Even a live DJ off to the side with a bar.

Cocking your head, and rubbing the base of your neck the yelling from others was a haze in your brain.

There stood Iwaizumi and Kenma. Even some faces you have nearly forgotten. Your surprise guests bearing gifts and drinks in their glasses smiles all for you.

"Surprise Spades!" Dazie cheered running at you. You scooped her off the ground and practically crushed her with the force of your hug.

"What, from the bottom of my heart, the fuck were you thinkin'?"

You set her down.

"Don't be mad. I didn't want your welcoming party to be lame. This wasn't all my idea."

Dazie pointed her ombre manicured nail at Kuroo and Oikawa, they shrugged guiltily as charged. You nod, but with a tightness to it, holding back from saying a very cruel choice of words.

"I needa fuckin' drink."

Your elbows rest on the balcony railing, everyone else in the venue enjoying themselves. Lights in the windows of neighboring buildings favoring twinkling stained glass to your astonishment comparable to the Manhattan skyline seen back home.

"You're the only girl I know who would leave a party planned just for her." Kuroo snickers walking in. He loiters beside you, coke and rum in his disposal red cup. "You'll catch a cold standing out here all night."

You snort taking a swig of your third mix of coconut-flavored vodka and pineapple juice. More vodka than juice truth be told.

"Is this the part where you give me your jacket to keep warm?"

"Pretty sure the liquor's keeping you nice and toasty."

He unzipped his red, black, and white Nekoma hooded letterman jacket shrugging it off his shoulders to then rest it on yours. Slipping your arms into it, your nose is tucked into the collar taking in his scent. Swallowed by the fabric, jacket paws fully replace your hands.

"You remember when I took you night swimming?" Kuroo's eyes and nose crinkle. "You were so scared we'd get caught."

"Cause we almost did. When you offered I thought you meant the beach. Not a pool on private property." You tittered toying with the jacket's zipper.

"I knew better than to go with but you drove a hard bargain."

He tugs you lightly by the ends of the jacket. Placing the zipper in his hand, his knuckles brushed your clothed stomach pulling it up to your neck. His head dipping to your level making you jolt a bit.

"I've gotta keep you on your toes somehow, right? "

Kuroo catches a sharp intake of breath, you tippy-toe to meet him halfway. His lips hover over yours narrowly grazing your parted ones. Leaning upward, his hand is in yours still holding the zipper.

"Like this? "

He groans pulling back looking off to the side shaking his head. "Y/n you play too damn much."

You smirk around the rim of your cup, downing the last of your drink.

"Spades c'mere for a sec will ya?" Daize requested your presence standing near the glass balcony entrance doors. Getting a load of Kuroo's moonlit peach-tinted cheeks, your victory is on display even as you leave him hanging tilting your head.

"Good talk Tetsu."

Your steamy bathroom mirror wiped away by your palm reflects your toothbrush hanging from your mouth. Minty tingle on your tongue as you try again rinsing down the drain what's left of your many liquid party favors.

Dazie fast-tracked to the washer and dryer hoping her mom won't come sniffing at her come later in the morning. Predictably, her clothes stank like Cleome inexcusable by Mrs. Onishi's standards when you knew all too well what was in her stash jar and why she had a matching grinder.

Enigma is to blame although you've taken your fair share of hits in the rotation. Dazie's seen you crossfaded one time too many thanks to him summers before he got his racer tag. Even though you're Ghost's favorite customer. He's delivered a few extra nugs, sprinkled lavender in when he rolls your joints, and even packed his famous onigiri in case of the munchies. You've got a few hand-me-down ball caps from him however you're positive Kuroo wouldn't be fond of finding out who 'Smokey Hair' is in your contact list. Or how shotgunning was your go-to when alone together.

His brother Thrasher has a soft spot, always gifting you his outgrown designer clothes whenever you stop in Tokyo. Makes you wonder what else blondie might give up this time around. He'll come calling sooner or later.

Settling yourself into bed, you rub in your nightly skincare staying tuned for Kuroo's call back. Amidst the drive home, you caught his hazel glances from your peripheral.

Fingertips skim over his knuckles, a habit you couldn't shake whenever sleepiness crept. That unchanged cheeky half-smile of his right where you left it.

Dazie made her way out the bathroom and down the hall to her room whispering good night. Turning off the lights as she went, you turned off your own room light shutting your room door.

His caller ID appeared.

"You home safe Tetsu?" You asked, resting on your side.

"Yeah I got in a few minutes ago. Don't worry it wasn't that long of a drive. You should've been asleep by now y/n."

"I know, I wanted to hear your voice before I do. I don't like you on the roads this late."

There was a pause and a yawn on his end of the call. "You putting me on curfew Shortcake?"

"You know what I ment Tetsurou."

You yawn as well snuggling deeper into your light blanket. "Or should I start callin' you D.K.?"

"Don't even. Tet, Tetsu or Tetsurou are just fine."

Your eyelids droop, phone slipping lazily from your grasp. "I miss you..." 

"I miss you too, hon. You'll see me in the morning, I'm sure of it."

Soft snores from your end gave him a weak smile.

"G'night y/n."

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Tumbling Mats

Pietro Maximoff x Reader

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Fandom: Marvel

Prompt: "Being a rational person, I'd strongly advise against doing this. But I'm also a curious person, so by all means, go ahead."

Summary: Y/N's had their head buried in the last of their college schoolwork all day, and when they finally come out from their cave, they find their boyfriend Pietro entertaining himself in their absence with some shenanigans involving Peter and Shuri, the resident science kids.

Word Count: 1,771

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

I trudged down the stairs of Avengers Tower from my room to the floor with the kitchen, rubbing at my eyes as I went. I'd been holed up in my room finishing the last essay I'd ever have to do (hopefully) for the last class of my senior year of college, and I hadn't come out for a break all day. It was finally done now, thankfully, but my brain was officially fried and I needed to try to restart it.

The living room was dark, the sun having set a few hours ago. I'd been in my room the whole time, so I'd barely noticed, but now it felt a little like I was in the Twilight Zone. The Tower was never this quiet during the day.

As soon as I had the thought, I heard excited whispers and voices coming from one of Stark's many labs, just down the hall from the kitchen. I paused, debating whether or not I wanted to investigate. I was exhausted, but I also hadn't talked to anyone all day (other than to tell Pietro I was busy this morning). The need to socialize even just a little bit won out, and I headed for the lab.

The lights were on, and as I got closer, I heard familiar voices talking.

"Come on, throw something hard at me!"

Pietro, my boyfriend. Then excited giggles I recognized as belonging to Peter and Shuri.

"Alright, what about an obstacle course?" I heard Shuri suggest. "You could run on the treadmill, and we could throw things into your path and see if you could dodge them!"

Pietro scoffed. "I could dodge obstacles in my sleep."

"But how quickly? There must be a speed at which an object can move that's too fast for you to avoid!"

I rounded the corner before Pietro could respond, and all three of the people in the lab stopped dead as soon as they saw me.

"Why do you all look like you've seen a ghost?" I asked. Peter gave me a sheepish grin as Shuri waved, but Pietro, my lovely boyfriend, absolutely beamed at me before racing across the room. As soon as he got close enough, he swept me off my feet and swung me around before setting me down and kissing me.

"Dragă mea, I've missed you. Are you done with your work now?"

"Yes, finally," I laughed, smiling up at the lovesick expression on Pietro's face. "I came out to the kitchen to get a snack or something, but I heard voices, so I decided to come investigate."

"Well, I'm glad you did." The dazy smile stayed put on Piet's face for a second, then he seemed to remember something and it dropped away. He stepped back from me, suddenly looking a little nervous. "We, ah... we were just having a bit of fun."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? And what kind of fun is that?"

"We were testing Pietro's reflexes!" said Peter, jumping in with a big smile, completely oblivious to Pietro's hesitance. "We were seeing how fast he could run on Mr. Stark's super-speed treadmill, and now we're going to throw some stuff at him as fast as we can to see how fast we have to go before he stops being able to dodge it!"

I groaned and put my palm to my forehead. After a second, I looked up to find Pietro grinning sheepishly at me, while Shuri and Peter set up the test behind him. I sighed heavily.

"You really want to do this?" I asked.

"I'll be fine, Y/N, don't worry."

"Famous last words, Piet." He just shrugged, so I sighed again. "Alright. Being a rational person, I'd strongly advise against doing this. But I'm also a curious person, so by all means, go ahead. Let's see what your superspeed can really do."

"Yes! Peter, Shuri, let's go!" Pietro jumped and punched the air, then quickly turned to where the science kids were setting up their test. I just shook my head, not quite able to keep a smile off my face as I followed after them. I paused at one of the lab tables to grab the emergency first aid kit Bruce always kept in here, then stood with Peter as Shuri got ready to start the test.

"Alright Pietro, we'll start out pretty slow, and then we'll up the speed once you feel comfortable dodging objects at one level!" said Shuri as she checked the settings on all the equipment one last time. Pietro shot her a thumbs up, then turned to me and winked as the test began.

"I have such a bad feeling about this," I muttered to Peter as I smiled back at Pietro and gave him a thumbs up anyway.

Slowly, my boyfriend became nothing but a speed blur as he ran faster and faster on the treadmill below him. Tony Stark had invented it with Peter helping him not long after Pietro joined the team; it was specially designed to accommodate a speedster running on it, and so far, it had worked as designed.

Once Pietro had gotten up to speed, Shuri started the first of her object-avoidance tests. She was using other machines in the lab to hurl tennis balls, tumbling mats, and just about anything else in-reach at Pietro at faster and faster speeds. He ducked, dodged, and avoided all of them with ease.

At least, he did at first. With every few objects that went sailing past him, no shot of making contact, Shuri picked up the speed a little bit. It was hard to make out the tennis balls now, they were being thrown so fast, and it looked like Pietro was starting to sweat a little bit.

Just when my common sense was starting to get too loud to ignore and I was about to say we should call it good, Pietro apparently hit his limit. One of the tumbling mats was either too fast, too wide, or both, and it clocked him upside the head and laid him out. In seconds, he was at a dead stop, laying flat on his back on the floor behind the treadmill with the tumbling mat on top of him.

"Woah!" cried Peter, excitedly rushing over to join Shuri in studying all the new data they'd just got. I shook my head at them as Pietro let up a string of curse words in Romanian from where he lay on the floor.

At least that meant he was conscious.

"Piet? Are you okay?" I asked, walking over to my boyfriend. I knelt down and gently lifted the tumbling mat off of him, revealing the scowl on his face.

"How is it possible that a padded mat knocked me off my feet?" he demanded. I stifled a laugh.

"Well, I'm no science whiz, but if I had to guess I'd say it probably has something to do with the fact that you and the mat were both going Mach-10 towards each other."

Pietro huffed and rolled his eyes, which just made me smile. I leaned over him, searching for any visible sign of injury, casually running my fingers through his hair as I did.

"Mmm... and suddenly, I don't feel the pain anymore," he said. I glanced back to his face to find him looking up at me with a mischievous smile. I rolled my eyes, but couldn't keep a smile off my own face either.

"Alright, calm down there Piet. C'mon, let me help you sit up so I can give you a concussion test."

"Ugh. Y/N, I don't have a concussion."

"You don't know that for sure. Now come on, look at me."

Pietro grudgingly obeyed, and I went through the steps of a concussion test with him. He passed, to my relief, and then I helped him to his feet. He looped one arm around my waist, pulling me into his side, then headed for Peter and Shuri on the other side of the room.

"Well?" he asked, coming to a stop before them. "What do all of your machines and monitors tell you?"

"We got all kinds of interesting data!" cried Shuri, practically jumping up and down with excitement. "I think there's more still for us to do, though. You're almost going too fast for even the high-speed cameras to keep up, but if you can see right here, before you got hit, you looked away. It wasn't for very long, but we think it was for long enough that you weren't as prepared as you could've been for the tumbling mat."

I looked up at Pietro incredulously, but he just shrugged. "I got bored."

I laughed and pinched the bridge of my nose, but none of the other three reacted at all to his comment.

"Well, we think if you kept your focus, you would've been able to keep dodging things for much longer!" said Peter, picking back up where Shuri left off. "Your reaction times are off the charts–it's like they have super speed too!"

"Of course they do. My reflexes are part of me, aren't they?"

"Well, do you want to test just how fast they are? We'll start at a higher speed of projectile this time, and if you keep your focus, we can try to find the actual limit of your speed and reflexes!" said Shuri.

"Alright, let's see what you've got," said Piet, dropping his arm from around my waist and doing a few stretches as he headed back towards the treadmill. I just shook my head as I watched him go.

"We'd love for you to stay too, Y/N," said Shuri, her and Peter both giving me hopeful looks. I sighed.

"Oh yeah, I'm in. Both for seeing Pietro get hit by tennis balls and for taking care of him afterwards. I'm starting to get the feeling that this is going to be going on for a while though, so I'm gonna go make some popcorn for all of us real quick. Try not to knock out my boyfriend in the meantime, okay?"

"Promise!" chorused Peter and Shuri as I headed back towards the kitchen. I couldn't help shaking my head a little as I went, but there was a smile on my face nonetheless. From writing a boring, horrible, normal college paper to testing how fast my boyfriend could dodge high-speed projectiles in the matter of a few minutes. My life was certainly strange.

And yet, I wouldn't change it for the world.

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Third Wheel Pt 2

Wandanat x Reader

Word Count: 1730

Based on request by: @tightrope-mindsets

Summary: The apology was just the start, today Wanda and Natasha truly make it up to Y/n.

An: You guys need to trust me more. You really thought an apology would be the end of it .

Pt1

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The next day was different from anything Y/n had ever experienced before. She woke to so many notifications that she couldn't comprehend. When she finally opened social media, she was shocked to see the picture of herself in bed with her girlfriends.

Speaking of girlfriends, she feels around the bed for them, but comes up empty.

" Good morning, baby," Y/n raises out of bed to see both Wanda and Natasha standing in the doorway.

" Get dressed, we're going out to breakfast."

In a sleepy dazy, the woman got out of the bed and headed straight for the bathroom. It was until she was washing her face that she realized what her partners were implying.

Quickly, she threw on some clothes and did her hair, emerging from the bathroom with a wide smile.

" You look beautiful," Wanda kissed the top of her head, taking her hand in hers.

" Just as always," Natasha follows suit, slipping her hand in Y/n's.

The three of them walk out of the house hand in hand. For a moment, Y/n thought that they would be getting in the car, but it seemed that her girlfriends opted for walking.

The streets were fairly empty, so holding hands didn't seem like a big deal. However, when Y/n laid her eyes on a pedestrian, she tried to drop the hand holding. She was met by resistance from both women.

" Today, everyone is going to see us, and we don't care," Wanda kisses the back of Y/n's hand.

" The apology was just a start. We want to show you that it will never be like that again," Natasha's thumb glides across her lover's hand in a comforting manner.

Y/n was blushing slightly at all the newfound attention she was getting. It was nice to feel important to the relationship.

When they made it to the breakfast place, the three of them ended up at a table. Wanda sat across from Y/n and Natasha. Usually Y/n would be the one across, but today was different.

Wanda reached her hand across the table and with a small hesitation, Y/n interlocked their fingers, on top of the table. Natasha's hand rested comfortably on Y/n's thigh.

When the waiter came to take orders, Y/n already had an idea of what she wanted. She was ready to order, but Natasha did it for her," And for our girlfriend…"

Maybe it was silly of Y/n to feel so warm hearing Natasha telling someone that Y/n was her girlfriend, but it truly did brighten her day.

" This is the new normal, malyshka. Sorry it took us so long to get here."

" I'm happy you said that, because last night I was this close to leaving the both of you for Carol Danvers."

Natasha's grip on Y/n's thigh tightens," We saw that."

" I could barely keep myself under control. Her hands were all over you," Y/n smirked as she saw Wanda's eyes flash red for a second.

" You could've cut in at any time if you were jealous. Friends dance all the time. For example, Carol and I," Y/n says nonchalantly picking at her breakfast.

" If we danced together last night, while you were dressed like that. I know for sure my hands would've found their way-"

" Natasha!"

She chuckles," What? You looked good enough to eat last night," she takes one of the berries on her plate slowly into her mouth.

Y/n could feel her skin heating up from Natasha's intense gaze.

" Anyway, after this we have to stop by the tower really quickly, and then we were thinking we could take you shopping," Wanda broke the tension.

Once breakfast was finished, the group made their way to Avengers tower. This time Y/n had one arm entangled with Wanda while the opposite hand was intertwined with Natasha's. If people were looking, none of the three noticed, wrapped up in each other.

Going into the tower did make Y/n a little nervous. This

These groups of people were not strangers, so their opinions mattered a lot more to the woman. These were her friends and colleagues, so the anxiety was definitely getting to her.

" We've got you," from Wanda, is all Y/n needs for her nerves to be quieted.

The office is admittedly emptier than usual. Most of the workers were probably still reeling from last night's party.

" You have to be the most idiotic pair I've ever met," Tony scolds your girlfriends," You're lucky I've got Pepper, I would've definitely stolen your girlfriend last night."

" I tried to," Carol chimes in with a bright smile.

Natasha snuggles into Y/n's neck with her arms wrapped possessively around her waist.

Wanda's waste no time in kissing Y/n. She locks both of their hands together, as she slowly moves her lips against Y/n's. She ends the kiss with her teeth tugging on the other woman's bottom lip.

" Mine"

Natasha places a peck on Y/n's cheek as a little cherry on the top. Y/n couldn't hide any of the heat that was now covering her face.

Carol just laughed," I don't know whether to be scared or turned on."

Wanda and Natasha shot the blonde a glare.

" Scared, got it."

Y/n giggled," Well, this is only day one of the forgiveness tour, so they have time to fuck it up."

Natasha's hold on you tightens," We won't."

" I should scold you two for what you did to this poor girl last night," Pepper enters the room.

Natasha and Wanda duck their heads.

" We know," they say sadly in unison.

Y/n can't help but to smile at the repeated scolding. She kisses both women on the cheek," They're making it up to me. "

" As they should," Pepper hands Natasha some car keys," Here you are."

" Are those your car keys?"

Natasha nods," We walked home last night."

" Ya, and when you weren't there we walked to your place," Wanda added.

" That's literally like a 10-mile walk."

Wanda kisses Y/n's temple," Anything for you, my love."

" Now that we have the keys, we are going to take our girlfriend shopping," Natasha smiles brightly at the group.

The pair pull Y/n away from her friends and with a wave you're off.

The shopping center is packed full of people. In this area, it was easier to tell that people were staring. It made Y/n a little uncomfortable. However, Wanda and Natasha were great at distracting her from the looks.

" Try, this on, my love," Natasha shoves a stack of clothes into the woman's hands.

" This feels like too much," Y/n mumbles behind the stack.

" You deserve the world," Wanda rebuttals.

Natasha nods in agreement," And everything in it. Clothes are the least we could do."

They don't let Y/n leave without anything she likes. By the end of the shopping spree, Wanda and Natasha both have arms full of bags with things for their girlfriend.

They head home shortly after that. When they get their, Y/n tries to help with the bags, but they insist they've got it covered.

Once everything is in the house, Natasha keeps Y/n company while Wands runs a bath.

Being out in public only made the moments they shared alone more intimate. Y/n played with Natasha's fingers while they watched the TV. Every so often stealing a glance at the spy.

" What is it?" Natasha finally asks, meeting Y/n's eyes.

" Thank you for taking me out today."

Natasha shakes her head," We should've taken you out every day."

" Nat it's-"

" No, it's not okay. Wanda, and I love you more than anything in this world. You should always know that because we should always be telling you and showing you. We dropped the ball, we should've noticed how you were feeling," Natasha's eyes were glossy as she spoke.

" She's right Y/n, it was just plain ignorance and neglect for us to miss it. You aren't some random third, you're our girlfriend. I could never picture this relationship without you in it. It's all of us or nothing, and I don't care if the world knows it," Wanda enters the room.

Y/n looks between the two girls," You have all the time in the world to make it up to me. Today was amazing, unforgettable even. I loved being involved. Every kiss, or hand hold, or just the way you both would look at me felt different. It's something I never want to go away. Promise me that I'll never have to feel left out again."

" We promise," Y/n's happy to hear the determination laced through their voices.

" Ok, now let's take a bath," Y/n gets up from her spot on the couch, pulling Natasha along with her.

Wanda leads them to the bathroom, which she outfitted with candles and flower petals. There was a playfulness in the air now that the tensions had been officially settled.

Aside from a few delicate kisses and lingering touches, the bath wasn't sexual. When they got out of the bath, Y/n was ready to call it a night, but her girlfriends wanted to do one last thing for her.

They took her to the rooftop of the home, hands interlocked. The dark sky was illuminated by streetlights and shining stars. The light breeze was enough to feel good on the skin without needing a jacket. It was the perfect night out.

Natasha dropped Y/n's hand and stood at the edge of the roof," I'M COMPLETELY, MADLY, DESPERATELY IN LOVE WITH MY GIRLFRIEND, Y/N Y/LN !"

Y/n giggled at the spy's antics as she walked back towards the two women. Once her hand was once again in Y/n's, Wanda made her way to the edge of the roof.

" I'M OVERWHELMINGLY, STUPIDLY, AND HOPELESSLY IN LOVE WITH MY GIRLFRIEND, Y/N Y/LN!"

This time, Y/n couldn't help but laugh out loud as the witch came back to her side. She playfully shoved both of her girlfriends," You guys are dorks."

" Your dorks," Natasha adds.

" Yep, and the world will never forget it," Wanda adds.

As the three of them go back inside the house, a singular thought plays through all of their minds.

'I want this forever'

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baby scarab || 40

anon - i think a classic upside down spiderman kiss between casper and bs is obligatory now (/jk, of course you don't have to, just a suggestion :))

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anon - Hiii! Hope you’re having a wonderful day! Could I request something where reader sneaks of to do some spidey stuff again at night while the boys are sleeping and end up stopping some big crime but getting hurt in the process. Then she decides to climb in through the window to her apartment to make sure the boys don’t see but since she’s hurt and dazy she accidentally end up crawling through Stevens window and scaring the boys in the process. Maybe some scolding but also fluff and them helping her with the wounds.

Hope it wasn’t to long! You’re free to interpret this however you want or deny it. I don’t mind. I love your work though and you’re very talented!💗

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@valiantphantomangel - Hey, I have a request for the baby scarab serie. Like when everything is normal and she is having diner in caspers house, her spider tingle does of and when she looks outside she sees a avenger just wondering around.

Sorry if it is little out of content.

Thanks

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anon - Baby Scarab should re-dye her underhair(?) cuz i imagine her hair dye has faded a bit, and what if she dyed it blue and red split to match her suit ✨

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A/N : cuties :}

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : an important question is asked &lt;3

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, fluff, let me know if i missed anything

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all your stuff was out of your old apartment and into marc, jake, and stevens.

granted, you didn’t even need half your stuff anymore.

like your dishes, and silverware.

“are you sure that’s everything?” steven asks, helping you carry the last box to their- well, now your new home.

“yeah, i didn’t have much”

“well we’re going to have to change that” steven starts, pushing the door open.

one of the small boxes fell out of the bigger one that steven was holding once you both got inside, making him mutter a quick curse before setting the box down on the counter and picking it up.

“you still have hair dye?” he asks, examining the box.

“yeah, i need to do it again, it’s fading” you say, setting your box down and running a hand through your hair.

“have you ever thought about going blonde?” you ask and steven shrugs.

“no- steven you are not dying our hair” marc cuts in before steven could answer.

“i don’t think i could pull it off anyways” steven responds and you snort.

“don’t be mean to yourself, you’d look great” you tell him and he hums.

“you.. you really think so?” 

“yep”

“i think i’ll pass. but thank you” he finishes, you nodding in response.

“do you want to help me with mine?” you ask and he nods with a smile.

“i have no idea how to do it, but i’ll try”

“don’t worry, i’ll teach you” you respond with a smile.

~~~

“y/n darling, why do you have so many colors?” steven asks, digging deeper in the box to find just about every color of the rainbow and more.

“because i’m quirky like that. now help me pick which ones i should do” you suggest and steven nods.

“you should do red and blue. like your suit” jake starts and you smile at the thought. 

“that’s actually not a bad idea” marc says, and steven picks up both the red and blue boxes, holding them out to you.

“let’s get it started then” you start, taking the boxes and moving to the kitchen sink.

“it won’t stain the sink, right?” steven asks.

“not if you scrub hard enough” you deadpan, making him give you a look.

“no, it’ll be fine” you tell him, but he still seems skeptical.

“if you say so” he mumbles, watching you open the boxes to grab the tubes of color out of them.

“i’m going to do one side red and the other blue” you say more to yourself than anyone else, yet steven still nodded in acknowledgment.

“do you have gloves? because if you don’t you’re going to stain your hands”

oh steven. shut up. as much as you love him, he’s sort of a dorky idiot sometimes.

“..yeah, i got gloves” you answer, tying up your natural hair so that it wouldn’t get in the way.

“if you want you can do one half and i can do the other” you offer, steven nodding slowly.

“what if i hurt you? i don’t want to accidentally pull on your hair too hard” he worries, and you shake your head slowly.

“you won’t” you answer, digging through the box again and throwing a pair of gloves at him along with the red dye.

“it’s simple, just rub the color into my hair i guess. then i have to wait twenty minutes to wash it out” you tell him, and he nods again.

you start doing so with the blue, after putting the gloves on of course.

steven watches first as you squeeze some of the gel into your hand, then just running it through your half of your hair.

steven reluctantly does the same, and you watch with a small smile as he carefully copies your movements.

once you were both done, you pinned it up and sat up on the counter while setting a timer with your phone after taking your gloves off and throwing them away.

steven takes his gloves off and throws them away as well, then looks to you with pursed lips.

“now what?” he asks and you shrug.

“i don’t know” you sigh.

steven looks at you for a moment.

“you look like something’s on your mind” he starts, and you look up at him. “care to share?” 

“…it’s stupid” you wave him off.

“then it shouldn’t matter”

“it’s about casper” you starts, steven leaning on the counter next to you.

“i.. i want to ask him to be my boyfriend” you end quietly, steven smiling at your statement.

“oh that’s lovely” he replies, and you see marc and jake with different expressions from the reflection on the window above the sink next to you.

“are you sure he’s the right one?” marc asks and you glare at him.

“nonono- i’m not criticizing i’m just making sure that you’re making the right choice” he corrects and you nod.

“you don’t have to worry about me. this isn’t life or death, it’s-“

“it’s just a relationship, i know” he waves you off, making you snort and turn to jake, who has a smile on his face.

“you must let me know what he says, mi vida” he begins. “if he says no, i can always have a talk with him”

“that won’t be necessary but thank you” you tell him, and as if on cue, your phone rings, signaling that casper was calling.

“well? answer it” steven nods to your phone, so you pick it up and press the small green button.

“hey, y/n i have a question” you hear instantly.

“you could’ve texted me”

“i wanted to hear your voice” he starts, steven listening with a smile.

“anyways- if you want my mom made bread again and wondered if you would come over for dinner”

you look to steven for permission, to which he nods.

“yeah, i’d.. i’d love to” you answer and you hear someone telling his name in the background.

“oh- that’s allison i have to go. but text me when you’re on your way” he hangs up, just like that.

you make direct eye contact with steven, waiting for him to speak.

“good, now you can ask him to be your boyfriend tonight”

your eyes widen a fraction. “what? no. not today i just meant like in time-“ 

“if you don’t do it, i’ll have khonshu cast another spell on you” steven grins.

your lips part in shock. “you wouldn’t” 

“i believe i would” he replies, to which you glare at him.

khonshu decided to appear next to you, perched on the counter. “he is not bluffing” he tells you.

you turn to glare at him, then back at steven. “fine” you throw your hands up in the air.

“but if he says no-“

“which he won’t” steven interrupts.

“-jake is not going to have a talk with him” you conclude, and jake scoffs from the window.

“but it would hurt your feelings” he tries to justify his reasoning to beat up a 16 year old boy.

“there will be no talking” you tell him sternly and he nods hesitantly.

you’re about to give a mini lecture to marc, when as if on cue your timer goes off.

“that was the quickest twenty minutes ever” you mutter. “okay, time to stain the sink”

“y/n you said it wouldn’t stain!”

“i’m kidding, don’t be a baby”

~~~

it was already near dinner, you having washed the dye out of your hair with the help of steven.

and the dye did NOT stain the sink to steven’s delight.

“are you ready? do you need us to walk you there?” steven asks, following you around the house while you grab everything you might need.

“you can walk me there if you must, but i’ll get back fine” you tell him, turning around to grab him by his shoulders.

“and please don’t let khonshu cast a spell on me” you tell him seriously.

he nods with semi wide eyes, so you take your hands off his shoulders to lead him out once you got your shoes on.

you’re the one to shut and lock the door, steven following while fidgeting with his fingers.

“what’s wrong?” you ask, noticing his tell.

you noticed certain things over time, like things all your boys do when they are nervous.

for example, steven. he picks at his fingers, bringing them up to his chest, while sometimes even kicking the ground softly.

marc avoids eye contact by any means necessary, and chews at his bottom lip.

and for jake, he readjusts his hat every five seconds, or he scratches the back of his neck a lot.

“nothings wrong” steven shakes his head as you press the down button for the elevator.

“are you sure?” you press, and he nods.

you purse your lips and step in the elevator once it opens, steven doing so as well.

steven looks like he’s about to say something, when he shakes his head to himself.

you tilt your head at his weird behavior, and were about to interrogate him when the elevator opened and he all of a sudden rushed outside.

you make a face, but follow after him anyways.

~~~

it was a silent walk to casper’s house, steven pulling you into a quick hug before you knocked on the door.

he nodded to you, giving you a look that told you that if you didn’t ask casper what you said you would he would dead ass tell khonshu to cast a spell on you.

your tingle went off in the middle of dinner. so you looked outside to see some guy and a girl running around with a dog and bows and arrows.

you just shrugged it off as the people just cosplaying or something.

so that all leads to now, you and casper cleaning up after dinner.

“i swear, your mom puts drugs in her bread” you tell him, to which he scoffs.

“i could make better bread” he mutters and you chuckle.

you were drying dishes while he washed them, while grace and allison cleaned up the dining room.

“really?” you ask teasingly, casper making a confused face until he remembers that you have advanced hearing compared to him.

“..yep. totally” he mumbles while you keep laughing.

“hey it’s not funny i-“ he suddenly stops talking, looking down in the sink as the front door opens.

“casper, what-“

“now, who is this and why are they in my house?” a man’s voice says from the doorway, and you look to see a tall guy with a hat, carrying a briefcase.

“casper” the man says sternly, so he turns around slowly to meet his fathers eyes.

“this is my friend, y/n. mom invited her over” he says quickly, the man looking to you and raising an eyebrow.

he just hums and speed walks down the hallway, to where to hear a door slam shut loudly, making both you and casper flinch in surprise.

“i’m so sorry” casper apologizes quickly. “he’s not always like that, i swear” he says and you take a long breath.

“you peed in his coffee this morning?” you whisper, casper snickering.

you felt accomplished after making him smile after the tense meeting with his dad.

“why do you seem so scared of him?” you ask. “you don’t have to answer, i’m just curious”

casper hesitates before speaking. “he’s just.. bitter” he tries to find the right word, and you nod in understanding. 

“don’t let it get you down, because i think you’re great” you compliment, making casper smile at you.

“which reminds me” you start, feeling like your heart was going to beat out of your chest.

“i have something to ask you” you say nervously, casper turning the sink off and drying his hands next to you.

“yeah? what is it?” casper asks, and you look down at your feet out of force of habit.

“if i were to ask you to be my.. boyfriend.. what would you say?” you ask hesitantly and almost silently.

casper felt like he was going to explode. he could feel his face heat up as he nods at your question.

“i would say yes” he says quickly and quietly.

your head darts up to look him in the eye, trying to see if he was messing with you.

he wasn’t, he was being dead serious.

“so uhm… are we like-“

“a couple?” you interrupt.

casper nods. “cool” he starts “i think.. maybe we should make it official somehow. like a ‘seal the deal’ type of thing”

“yeah? what are you thinking?” you respond, feeling yourselves leaning closer to one another.

“i think you know”

“i think i do-“ you cut yourself off, as a ringing takes over your head.

“what’s wrong?” casper asks, putting a hand in each of your shoulders.

“i have to go” you whisper to him. “it’s my-“

“your tingle. i get it” he nods with a smile, leading you to the kitchen window.

“my parents are busy, if you’re gonna go, then you have to go now” he advises, so you open the window and shoot a web up at the top of it, moving to hang upside down in front of him as your suit forms onto your body.

“i also kept meaning to tell you that i love your hair, it suits you” he compliments, you smiling at him widely.

“i’ll make it up to you” you begin, casper coming face to face with you.

“just stay safe, that’s more than enough” you nod at his request and bring a hand forward to bring his face towards you for a quick peck on the lips.

you smile at him one last time before flipping yourself out of the window sill and into the roof.

casper watched as you swung from rooftop to rooftop to your destination.

he sighed and brought a hand up to lightly run his fingers over where you had kissed him, then closed the window to rush to his room.

and that’s where he screamed into his pillow again until he got lightheaded.

~~~

“come on, which one” you crawl from window to window looking for steven, marc, and jakes apartment- well, your apartment now.

you found it and opened it slowly, praying that your boys were asleep.

it was pretty late, like almost midnight.

you stopped a car thief and a gas station robber, only getting a bruise or two.

no bullets, no stab wounds.

you’d say it was a good night.

but that was until you were crawling on the ceiling and tiredly fell off, a loud thud coming from your body when you hit the ground.

marc was startled awake, well, he claimed he was just resting his eyes but everyone knew that was bullshit.

“kid? where the hell were you?” he got up and rushed to help you up, the suit disappearing.

“i was sleeping what are you talking about?” you slur out, now realizing how tired you really were.

“you just fell off the ceiling, cariño” you hear jake.

“heyyyyy jake” you chuckle, marc making sure you don’t fall over as he leads you to the bathroom.

“did you get hurt? what did you do?” marc asks you, but you ignore the question to register that it was now marc who was speaking.

“oh hi marc” you start, marc lifting you up to set you down on the bathroom counter.

“hey- why’s it spelled marc with a c and not mark with a k?” you ask and marc raises an eyebrow.

he doesn’t answer the question, he just cringes when he sees the dirt on your face and the forming bruises.

“did you take the mask off or something?” he asks, getting a small towel wet and wiping the dirt from your cheeks.

“no i just swung into the ground” you laugh.

“i think she might have a concussion” you hear steven whisper, which makes you glare up at the ceiling.

“i don’t” you shake your head obnoxiously, making marc hold your head still by your jaw.

“stay still, or i’m taking your phone” you threatens, you nodding slowly as he lets go.

he begins to get more of the dirt off, you wincing when he runs the towel over the bruise on your left cheek.

“..so how’d the dinner go?” steven asks and you smile.

���great” you answer shortly.

“did you-“

“i kissed him on the mouth, does that answer your question?” you ask slowly, and you hear steven gasp.

“ohmigosh, y/n has a boyfriend!!” he exclaims, marc finished with cleaning you up.

“that’s great, kid” he starts. “i’m happy for you”

then you hear jake sigh. “so i don’t get to have a talk with him?”

“nope” you reply, and you can sense a smile.

“are you hurt anywhere else?” marc asks, patting down your arms to see if you have any reaction other than annoyance.

“no” you respond, gently pushing his arms away.

“are you sure?” he asks again and you nod.

“positive?” another nod.

“not even here?” he questions, poking you in the ribs, making you chuckle.

“no, now stop” you tell him, making him sigh and wrap an arm around and under your arms, you bringing your own arms up to hug around his neck.

“hang on, we gotta show you somethin’” he tells you, so you wrap your legs around his waist and wait as he carries you until you’re in front of that one empty room.

“what are we-“

“hop down for me” marc requests, so you do so, standing up with an elbow linked with one of his.

“now, we took advantage of our time without you to make it so that you will be as comfortable as we can make it here for you” marc starts, confusing you as he opens the door, your jaw dropping at what you saw.

apparently, they had gone over to your old place to drag your bed over too.

there were string lights hung along all the walls, and it was perfectly decorated with all the random stuff you had brought over in all those boxes.

and of course, all your plushies stacked in a little pyramid, khonshu being at the top because he’s extra like that.

“oh my god” you breath out.

“if you don’t like it, we could always-“

you cut marc off by turning and hugging him as tight as you can, trying to keep tears at bay.

“this is the best thing ever” 

marc chuckles at your reaction, hugging you back.

“we’re glad you like it” you hear steven tell you.

“i love it, i don’t know what to say i-“

“we just wanted to make you comfortable here, this is your home now too” jake says, and you let go of marc.

“you really didn’t have to-“

“i know”

“but you-“

“i said i know. it’s okay” he brings a hand up to your face to rub his thumb in circles along your cheek bones.

“i love you guys”

“we love you too” marc kisses the top of your head. “so much”

you both slept in your new room. like how you usually sleep, just in your room now.

because this was your home now.

you didn’t know it until now, but it kind of always was.

you just didn’t realize it yet.

marc, steven, and jake were your home.

and they would sleep by your side every night if that meant it stayed that way.

because that’s what good dads do.

~~~

A/N : yay i got it out kind of on time!!!

this actually works out perfectly, because there’s a very special chapter planned :)))

see you all in two days &lt;3

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[wanderlustpeach]

Meant to be — bucky barnes.

PAIRING: bucky barnes x reader

SUMMARY: some people are meant to be, and some are not. theres never a inbetween.

WARNING: second guessing love, cheating/infidelity. 

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

[PART TWO] [MAIN MASTERLIST]

“He's the love of your life isn't he?"

"Yeah he is. He's just everything I'm looking for in a man." You sighed out glancing over at the man you called your boyfriend. The love of your life. Bucky barnes, the man that stole your heart. The man of the hour. The star of the show today.

It was his birthday.

"How old are you now old man?" You giggled, tapping on the shoulder of the birthday boy.

“one hundred six but whose counting. But you also know it's rude to ask someone age these days." He stated shaking his head glancing down at you, with his blue doe eyes with a smile gracing his pink plump lips.

“there he is! Bring him here!"

Glancing over at Bucky with a smile, " it seems you have been called upon my love. "

"No. Just plain and simple no. I don't do these things. I didn't even want to be here but u know how persistent tony is. could I really say no?"

"No buddy. I would just say get this over with the quicker the better for the both of us." Steve told him, with a grim look on his face. Sipping on his bourbon on ice.

"I never win do i."

"No now suck it up!" You laughed pushing bucky up to the stage with tony stood with his hands reached out, slowly grabbing it bucky climbed on stage. In front of staff and friend. He was the main star today. The main attraction.

"Today here, we have the almighty bucky barnes or former know as the winter soldier."

"I’ve retired front that name tony." Bucky cut in mid way through Tony's speech.

"Yeah, yeah what're ever anyways. We are here to celebrate his 106 birthday. He's kinda old if I say so." With the last remark tony pushed him off stage, " anyways back to me, I hope you all have an amazing party. Don't forget that I was the one who throw it."

"The one and only playboy millionaire tony starks."

As tony want on a rant about himself, you pulled bucky back to the small corner they once resided at was now filled with Natasha, Steve and Sam.

"Well isn't it the man of the hour." Sam taunted.

“Shut up bird brain.”

"Oh you want to go there. now do you." Sam antagonize ready to start problems. It was funny to him, to see Bucky all riled up. It was his own sweet medicine.

"Stop it Sam. not today." Steve told him jokingly, pushing his shoulder. Two people how act like they hate each other guts were attacked at the hip like no other.

"He started it." Bucky replied childishly, with his face scrunched up in a frown.

The hours flew by drink after drink, y/n was off her rocker. Quite out of it, as she clings onto for dear life. Scanning the room for her boyfriend.

"Where could he have gone." You breathlessly asked, looking around the room like a mad women. What man who let his significant other getting blackout drunk.

Overlooks the two couple in the corner making out, you slowly walked to your shared room. Never being the man and women a second glance. the man that looked oddly similarly to your boyfriend statuary and height. It couldn't be him or her. They would never do that to you. how could they, she’s your bestfriend.

Maybe it was your mind playing game with you, but the women looking oddly similar to Natasha. The women you called you your soul sister, the girl who break the fingers of you ex after he threatened to blackmail your nudes.

They couldn't do this to you. Could they?

As the night went on, bucky finally came to the room. Dazy and confused. Smelling of another's women perfume. A smell you couldn't wash from your brain. Vanilla, with a hint of musk.

"Hey baby." He smiled, staring down at you as you laid loosely across the bed you both shared.

"Where have you been?" You asked already knowing the answer, you had time to put it together. The smell, the bold red lipstick marks on his neck. Ones he didn't even try to cover before coming in the room. Like he was proud of his infidel. Like it was a long runny joke to him.

"I was with the boys. You know how they like to be." He reassure shrugging of his shirt, throwing it into the pile of clothes that was cascade across the floor in the corner of the room next to their three year anniversary photo.

Where did you go wrong? Was the sex, the clinginess, we're you to overbearing.

"come to sleep I missed you." you asked sadly overlooking, the pain u held in your throat as he bent down and kissed you with the lips, that touched another women. A women who wasn't you.

"Give me a moment. I have to take a shower, they boys really gave me a run for my money." He smiled shacking his head.

"Yeah the boys." you grimy said, looking above you at the ceiling, as a stray tear rolled down your cheek. Maybe just maybe this wasn't meant to be.

It's been weeks since the incident, you sweep it under the rug. With the false hope that thing would get better over time, maybe he would grow to love you like he used to. Maybe if his eyes didn't glow the way the used to at you, at Natasha. The women who acted like nothing happened between the two on the night of his birthday.

It was like they were playing you for the fool, the sneaky glances. The long touches and overly caring words for each other. It seemed like it was only them in the room.

Where did you go wrong, the million dollar questionnaire you replied in your head everyday.

"Hey bucky can we talk?" You asked as Steve was going over the strategy, with them. he had known had you been feeling, it seemed like he was the only one you could confided. The best friend of the man that was casually stomping out your heart, like it meant nothing to him.

"Can it wait for the second, we have t go over the plan." He irritating replied back, barely glancing up from the board.

"It's fine. I think it's best for your guys to talk." Steve pleaded , looking over at you with a smile grim smile. He knew what was coming, he could imagine all the drama and pain that was going to unfold in a the matter of a few minutes. To have yours and his world come crushing down at your feets. but who could blame you.

"Okay, let's talk then y/n."

"Some people aren't meant to be, maybe we aren't. maybe we aren't good for each other. " you cried out, moving out of his reach. He knew what was coming the moment you asked to speak, in a close off part of the tower. no cameras. no witnesses.

your were done, dried up. Tired, tired of grasping at something that was no longer yours.

"Doll we can work this out. I'll change. I promise." He cried out reaching for you. He couldn't loss you, it's was like losing a piece of himself.

"you can't fix what is already done. You cheated plain and simple. With the women you so called had a past with, the women who I called my best-friend." You screamed, shaking from the adrenaline rushing through you body, you had to leave you couldn't be here anymore. Not around him or her, who knows what could happen.

"it's for the better. Maybe we can work this out in a few years or months even. you need to fix yourself before we start being us again. "

"it's for the better." You whispered closing the door on the man you once called the love for your life. The man who claimed you were his world. the man who cheated, the one who stepped out the relationship.

maybe some people just aren't meant to be.

[cloudybarnes]

Confessions

Pairing: Peter Parker x avenger!reader

Summary: peter comes back to the avengers compound after a mission and lets his girlfriend know exactly how he feels for her

Word Count: 1.3k+

Warnings: super fluff, confessions of love, tired!peter 

Masterlist

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The compound was very quiet with half the team gone. Your boyfriend Peter had gone on a mission with Tony, Steve, Bucky and Nat. Really the only people there were Wanda, Vision and Bruce. Bruce was down in his lab tinkering, while Wanda and Vision put the dinner they made away.

You offered to help them, but they were so wrapped up in each other, it seemed best to leave them be. You wondered if you were like that with Peter. You probably were. You were so in love with Peter, you barely knew how to handle it. The immense joy you felt when you were with him was unmatched. 

You hadn’t exactly told him that though. The two of you had only been together for a few months, and confessing your heavy feelings to him at this stage just seemed scary. 

You sat in the main room curled up on the couch, a show you aren’t paying attention to playing in the background. ��FRIDAY, any word on when they will be back?” You softly called out. 

“Yes, Miss (Y/L/N). They were successful in completing the mission and should be back any minute now.” 

You smiled, “thank you, FRIDAY.”

“You are welcome Miss (Y/L/N).”

Shutting the television off, you get up and stretch your arms over your head, trying to ease the stiffness of sitting for so long. You trot into the kitchen to see how things are going with Wanda and Vision while you wait for Peter and them to return.

They are still putting food into containers when you walk in. 

“Hello, (Y/N).” Vision greets. He presses a soft kiss to Wanda’s cheek before finishing with the last container, and placing everything in the refrigerator. 

"Hey, (Y/N)!” Wanda grins, “You excited for Peter to get back?” She wiggled her eyebrows and did a little shoulder shimmy. 

I chuckled. “This something you pick up on a show? When have you ever shimmied like that?”

She rolled her eyes and smiled at me. “For your information I did see it in a show and it just seemed fitting. Your relationship with Peter is so adorable.”

You blushed a little, a dazy smile finding its way to your face. “Thanks, Wanda. I’m practically bursting waiting for him to get back. It’s been a long day, and I just want to be wrapped up in his arms already.”

“I think that can be arranged.” Zipping around, you squealed when you saw a tired, messy-haired Peter grinning back at you. You rushed away from Wanda straight into Peter’s arms. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist and breathed in his scent. “I missed you, Peter.”

“And I missed my favorite girl.” Peter lightly chuckled, and softly kissed your forehead.

You hummed, “I’m gonna need a better kiss than that, spidey.” You slowly raise your lips up to meet his in a soft embrace. Peter’s tiredness was evident in the way he lazily kissed you back. 

You pulled away and smiled up at him, gliding your fingers to the back of his neck to lightly scratch at the hair there. He hummed, lazily smiling at you. “You tired, baby?” The soft feeling of your fingers caressing the back of his head spread warmth through his heart. 

“Yeah, but I missed you so much,. Don’t wanna be away from you.” Peter mumbled as he pulled you back into a tight embrace, resting his head on top of yours.

You chuckled lightly. “You wanna get changed and lay in your bed? We can cuddle for a bit before you fall asleep if you’d like.”

“I’d love that, actually.” Peter laced his fingers with yours, and dragged you by the hand through the compound and into his room. He dimmed the light and guided you to sit on his bed. “I’m going to get washed up first, you get comfortable and I’ll be right back.”

You squeezed his hand with a nod. Peter grabbed sweatpants and some underwear before going into his attached bathroom and closing the door behind him. You shuffled around on the bed, glad you were already in your sleepwear. 

You pulled back the duvet and laid underneath it on the right side: the side Peter usually didn’t sleep on. You had left your phone in your own room, so you just curled up and listened to the sounds of Peter showering. 

After about five minutes, Peter was coming out of the bathroom with wet hair and only sweatpants. You smiled as your eyes followed his movements of turning the light off and getting into bed with you. 

Peter groaned softly as he relaxed into the bed. “You achy, baby?”

He hummed, “Just a bit. I’m excited to be in my bed, that’s for sure.”

Peter scooted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you in tight. He sighed happily as you rested your head on his chest, your fingers lightly scratching along his arm. 

“I like being here with you. I like holding you and having you as my girlfriend. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world when I’m with you.” Peter confessed. 

You raised your head from his chest to look up at him, but his eyes were shut, almost like he didn’t want to see your reaction. 

“Baby, look at me.” You lightly rested your hand against his cheek. His eyes fluttered open, and light pink started dusting his cheeks. “You have no clue what you do to me, do you?”

He shyly shook his head.

You breathed out an airy chuckle. “You’re my everything, Peter. I’m so much happier when it’s you and me. You make me feel things I’ve never felt before, and I’m so happy I get to call you mine. You make me feel a happiness I never thought possible. You’re so amazing Peter; I’m so lucky to be the one you come home to.”

Peter stared at you like you just gave him the world. His eyes sparkled as he took in everything you said to him. His lips slightly parted, amazed with what you were confessing to him. Peter hadn’t ever been loved like you love him. It blew his mind that someone as gentle and amazing as you poured your love into a guy like him. 

He couldn’t hold back anymore. He desperately needed to tell you how he felt. “I love you,” he blurted out, “so, so much (Y/N). I never thought it was possible to love someone the way I love you. I want to give you everything, and I want to be your everything. I love being the guy you fall asleep with, and I love being the only guy that can kiss you and hold you. You’re my everything as well, and I just really love you.”

You grinned, and smashed your lips onto his. You cupped his face in your hands and rolled all the way on top of him. You wanted to shower him in your love, and kiss him like your life depended on it. One of arms wrapped around your waist and his other hand cupped the back of your head through your hair. 

You kissed Peter hard and deep at first, but gradually slowed it down to a passionate embrace. You just wanted to show him without your words just how much you loved him, and how much he really meant to you. 

Gasping, you pulled back from him. He had a dopey grin on his face like a love-struck idiot. You chuckled through your matching grin. “I love you, Peter; so, so much more than you could ever realize. I love you so much.” 

He laughed, all giddy from the confessions the two of you made. “I don’t even think I could fall asleep anymore, my heart is beating so hard.” 

You giggled and placed your head against his chest, hearing just how fast his heart was racing. You nuzzled your face into it, loving the feeling of his warmth around you. “You need your rest, though. I’ll still be here when you wake up, my love.”

Peter chuckled and ran his fingers through your hair. He placed a kiss to the top of your head and closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep with the love of his life right by his side. 

[cherisot]

Purple Hyacinths

Iwaizumi x gn!Reader

Genre: Angst, Hanahaki Disease AU

Warnings: reader throws up flowers, character death, sad ending

It seemed like so long ago.

It was a colder summer, unlike any year before. An early indication that things would be different.

You watched on, dazy whispers and teasing smirks slowly thinning to missed calls and sleepless nights.

It didn’t hit you at first.

But looking back at it, you could only feel regretful for allowing yourself to be submitted through that pain.

He always came to you for help. Even on stormy evenings where the downpour blanketed over every inch of the earth.

“She cheated again.”

And you’d always listen. You’d listen to his harrowing cries that echoed through your house, tears staining your shoulder.

It was the same cycle all over again.

She’d cheat on him. Break his heart. He’d come to you. Your heart would slowly break. He’d make a faulty resolve that you both knew he would forget about. He’d go back. She’d cheat again.

For years, you endured through the agonizing pain that clawed at your heart. You couldn’t let go of him, and it was slowly killing you.

“What? Hajime you can’t! She cheated on you multiple times! And I’m always here to pick up the pieces! I’m sick of it! You deserve so much better!”

“I’m sorry Y/N. I... I love her too much.”

“If you walk out that door, don’t bother coming back.”

“I’m sorry.”

And as the door clicked shut, you had never felt so hopeless.

The void that plagued your gut rippled through your entire body, a cold shiver scaling down every muscle of your back.

You remember feeling a vehement gasp escape from your lips before your knees were buckling.

Tears streamed down your face and rolled onto the carpet below you. Your fingernails dug into the soft flooring as hot needles pressed against your chest cavity, throat constricting as something forced its way past your jaw.

It felt like hours of red hot agony had passed before you were able to clear your vision enough to see the mess you’d created.

Yellow Daffodil petals littered the floor below you.

Tiring nights followed after your fight. You remember keeping a bucket beside your bed, leaning over to heave more petals every once and a while.

Slowly but surely, the number of petals increased and you soon started spotting specks of blood on them.

Your joints ached as you felt like your whole ribcage was collapsing in on itself. Spells of dizziness occurred frequently and you could gradually feel your body giving in.

After he walked out that night.

He never texted you again.

Staying true to your words, it was like you never even existed to him.

So why was it... why was it that you still loved him.

And why was the world punishing you for it?

A dull ringing masked your eardrums as you blankly looked out the hospital window.

Despite heavy insistence from the doctors you went to, you refused to get the operation.

You knew you’d soon meet your maker.

And after months of sitting in the same frosty room, your only company being your vitals monitor, you grew accustomed to the idea of death.

In and out, nurses would appear every once and while to check up on you.

This process became your life.

Clutching your hospital gown tightly, you leaned over your lap as you felt the familiar burning of petals in your throat.

Forcing it out of your body, you hollowly looked down onto your bed as a full chrysanthemum flower rested on your sheets.

Leaning down onto your bed, you glanced over to the side of your room, a content sigh brushing past your lips as you saw the window cracked open.

Cool air swirled around your temples, easing you further into the sea of white hot pain.

You faintly felt your fingers twitch, the noise of the room around you drumming into emptiness.

Gradually, your vision clouded over as you welcomed the darkness.

Sinking into the waters of uncertainty, your last conscious thought could only be that of the man you so desperately loved.

Time continued to pass afterwards, and it was such a shame that you’d never see the way he visited your grave.

Purple hyacinths in hand, he could only hope one day you’d be able to forgive him.

[murswrites]

Fluff Alphabet ⎯ K. Hargreeves

Character/Celeb: Klaus Hargreeves Fandom: The Umbrella Academy MASTERLIST Request from anon: Can you do a Klaus fluff alphabet? 👀

A/N I love this cutie so much----

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Klaus loves how supportive you are, he’s been forced into isolation for a lot of his life so it means a lot that you care no matter what.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

I don’t think Klaus would be overly interested in having kids for many reasons. One of them being that he’s worried the baby will inherit some form of his powers and he wouldn’t wish his powers on even his worst enemy.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Klaus is like a big baby, he wants to be held and close to you. A lot of the time, he’s lounging on you like a house cat, he’ll lay his stomach across your legs, lay his head on your lap. And if you’re laying down, Klaus will lay on top of you.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

Very sporadic and impromptu, to be honest. Sometimes he’s just like “Wanna go out?” and then you’re being dragged to typically a nightclub. A lot of the times they’re simple movie night with popcorn.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

“You are my savior.”

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

He wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but he knew he liked the feeling of loving you. But when Klaus finally realized for sure that he loved you, it was during one of your long rants as he just watched you with his head resting on his hands all dazy eyed.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Klaus handles you with care. His hugs are secure but soft, he kisses you deeply but warmly, when you do anything ;) he’s so sweet and loving.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

He much prefers to be hugging you but whenever y’all are up to no good, Klaus likes to tangle your fingers together.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

When he first saw you, Klaus was intrigued as to who you were and why you weren’t fawning over him much like many others have.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Most of the time no, but he acts like a little kid in my opinion. He will likely sulk and roll his eyes while arguing with Ben about talking to you.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Klaus definitely kissed you first, he thought nothing of it, a peck on the cheek doesn’t count? Right?

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You say it at the same time.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

When you tried to teach Klaus how to make no-bake cookies and he made it wrong so the cookies didn’t set right :(

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Klaus spoils you with love <3

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Any warm color.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Darling, hun, a nickname based of your name.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

He likes live music, but really anything that drowns out the spirits.

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Klaus honestly loves playing in the rain and running around, jumping in puddles.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

Music really helps him and so does talking to anyone as a way to distract himself from the spirits.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Really anything, Klaus is the type to do the “Just hit a blunt...” thoughts,,, even when he’s not high. He also really likes arguing about random bullshit and will DIE ON THAT HILL!!

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Taking baths with music in the background.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

His sobriety and friends.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

He’d definitely pull out a ring and be like “Wanna elope?”

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Fake Happy - Paramore + She - Harry Styles

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Honestly? Not really, he’s never been on to commit to someone so it hasn’t really crossed his mind.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

I think anything fluffy, but coming to mind would be a maine coon or mini-lop rabbit! He’d name it after something silly like a drug, ex: MJ (Mary Jane), Chrissy (chrystal meth EJWNFIGN)

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