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mattybsgroupie · 6 months ago

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sleepover | matt sturniolo

contents: established relationship; handjob (m receiving); thigh riding (f); p in v; creampie; mommy kink; sub!matt

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notes: i wrote two dom!matt fics in a row i do not recognize myself. back to the sub!matt agenda, somebody has got to do it, i am the chosen one!!! (please it’s a trump meme) this is a silly little one i wrote cuz i’ve been dreaming some weird things these last few days and i’d very much like to fuck matt afterwards. not proofread but hope you enjoy it. always so thankful for every like, comment, reblog and follow, love y’all sm ♡ btw next week i might post a chris request i got idkkk

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i woke up out of breath, sweat dripping from my forehead as i tried to calm down. it was a nightmare - a terrible one, where i no longer had matt and no matter how much i’d scream, my voice wouldn’t come out. my phone buzzed, the screen lighting up the ceiling and part of my room. it was 3am.

i reached for the nightstand, first taking a sip of water and then grabbing my cellphone, checking my notifications. i had one missed call from matt and two other messages, which only read “babe, you up?”

i felt as the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders, my chest gradually lowering as i got more relaxed. i smiled and speed dialed the first number on my list.

“why are you awake!” matt picked up in a surprised tone, not really waiting for my answer. “i just texted you, did you feel it coming or something?” he giggled.

“hi, babe” i said, my voice still shaky. “i just woke up, actually”

“what happened?” matt asked me once again, clearly concerned as he heard how i sounded. i gulped and gave a few taps on my chest as i rested my back on the headboard. “what is it, hm? bad dream?”

“uhum” i nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. he knew i’d soon be curled up between the sheets, trying to fall asleep again. “what about you babe? can't sleep?” i asked, already knowing the response.

matt sighed and i could picture him running his fingers through his hair, trying to not upset me “anxious”.

“i’m sorry to hear that, matty” i pouted from the other side of the screen. “do you wanna facetime?” i suggested what we had done plenty of times. we’d be facing each other, talking nonsense until one of us fall asleep - of course, when things didn’t take a turn to either matt’s or my own horniness.

“actually… was thinking about coming over” i smiled, but he couldn’t see it. he always made me feel like a teenage girl, changing the reason of my nervousness to something silly, like him coming over.

“no way, you’re not getting the road right now” i said, playing hard to get.

“what?” matt sounded confused. “why not?!”

“it’s late and i worry about you” i responded. “don’t you have something schedule for tomorrow?”

“i don’t give a fuck” matt said, “i wanna be with you right now, do you wanna be with me?” i nodded and as if he could see me from there, he continued. “please, mommy?”

“i’m waiting!” i jokingly hang up on him after gasping by the nickname, as if it was too bold of him to call me that.

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i heard three knocks on my bedroom door and didn’t bother getting up. i rolled myself on the bed, waiting for him to join me.

“did i take too long?” matt asked, biggest smile on his face. he locked the door and quickly came next to me, lying down by my side.

“yeah, you know mommy doesn’t like to wait” matt widened his eyes, gulping at my words, realizing what he had done over the phone.

“i just said that so you could let me come over” he said, acting tough as he rolled his eyes before resting his head above my chest, snuggling into me.

“oh, that’s too bad” i pouted, my fingers running through his hair. “you got me all worked up…”

matt quickly raised his head, blue eyes staring at me in surprise, grin growing on his face. “did i? really?”

“of course, my good boy always gets me going” i teased, matt’s cheeks turning red. “why? you came here to sleep?”

“i mean” he started, grabbing my waist, turning my body over and changing our positions. he was now under me, his hands resting on my hips while i adjusted myself in order to get comfortable on his lap. “not anymore”.

matt leaned in for a kiss, holding the back of my head and bringing us closer. i could feel his beard slightly tickling my face as he deepened the pressure of his lips against mine, silently asking to go further by sticking his tongue and teasing me. i opened my mouth and matt’s tongue quickly slid in, the wet sounds taking over my darkened room.

one of matt's hand moved to my breasts, massaging it over the shirt. i gasped for the sudden contact, pulling away from the kiss, which led him to go to my neck instead. he trailed his lips down, altering between biting and licking my skin. my hands went to his hair once again, tangling my fingers on his curls.

matt lowered his head and stopped right above my nipple before looking at me with needy puppy eyes. i nodded vigorously, but instead of removing my shirt, matt hid his face underneath it, streching the cloth in order to fit inside. i felt his wet tongue teasing my nub and since i could no longer pull his hair, i rested my hands on his bare thighs. as matt started to swril his tongue, i threw my head back and couldn't help but start to move my hips forward, trying to get some friction to my already wet pussy.

i let out a moan when his free went to my other boob, his thumb circling the hardened nub that poked through the shirt. i wanted to look at him - wanted to see how his beard looked like rubbing against my skin, which color the hickeys he left would be, how much would the saliva run down my torso.

with my eyes closed and feeling matt sucking my tits, i tried to touch the hem of my shirt in order to remove it, i couldn't stand one more second without looking at his eyes again - however, my palm met something harder, covered by a soft fabric. i groped his shaft and received a muffled moan from matt, still busy in my tits. now with my eyes open i could finally take my clothes off, revealing matt with his messy hair, beard wet from rubbing his face against his own kisses, lips swollen.

“look at me baby” i called and carressed his cheek, “you said you wanted to sleepover and now look at you, already a mess for mommy...”

“i'm s-sorry, mommy” he started, “can't help it, you taste so good”.

“yeah? did you miss me?” i teased, starting to drag myself over his thigh once again. “we saw each other two days ago”

“it's too much” matt complained, hands going to my hips, helping me set a proper pace. “needy again”, he glanced at tent on his shorts, where my palm rested.

“is mommy's baby needy?” i almost mocked him and he nodded pathetically, but still not letting me take full control as he started to pump his legs' muscles, making my pussy clench. i opened my mouth, but nothing came out of it. matt's grip tighetned and he forced my body down, completely leading my movements.

“mommy seems needy as well�� matt spoke, smashing his lips against mine. i let out a frustrated whine, wanting to feel more - i needed him inside of me. “aren't you?”

“yes- fuck” i said, trying to come back to my senses regain control of the situation “babe, be a good boy for me hm?"”

when i finally stroked matt's boner, his hands rapdly went to my ass, both palms groping it harshly as i entered inside his pants. i wrapped my fingers around his aching cock, and being the good boy he was, matt lifted up his hips, allowing me to pull down his shorts and reveal his hardened dick. he touched my waistband in response, silently asking if he could do the same to me. i mimicked his moves, letting the fabric slide down my legs.

“thought i had told you to not wear panties to bed” he said, pulling the strings of my underwear. “isn't mommy supposed to be good as well?” matt was driving me crazy with all the teasing.

i suddenly started to move my fist up and down, quickly jerking him off. matt was used with me starting slow and building up his excitement until he climaxed. but tonight, it didn't seem like he wanted to be treated kindly. matt threw his head back and closed his eyes, groaning loudly “f-fuck!”

i brushed my thumb over his tip, matt’s body immediately reacting, jointing his hips forward into my fist. i dragged my finger on his slit as matt’s nails dig into my skin, spreading the pre-cum down his shaft. his breathing got heavier, chest rising and falling quickly while he bit every inch of skin he could reach.

“not talking back anymore?” i asked, gradually stopping my motions, receiving a groan in response.

“mommy, don’t be mean” he pleaded as his sneaky fingers made their way to my entrance, pulling my panties to the side. he kissed my neck, making my eyes roll as i melted into his touch.

“matthew” i caught his attention since i didn’t really use his full name often. “stopping teasing so fucking much and just fucking say it”. he widened his eyes before letting the grin grow wide on his face.

“please, please, please” he said, “ride me, momma”i immediately got out of his thigh, adjusting myself to be in between his legs. i could feel matt’s cock being lazily dragged against my now bare pussy, panties removed as soon as i got up.

i lowered myself on his shaft, nearing my throbbing cunt to his leaking tip. both of my hands went to matt’s shoulders, looking for balance as his grabbed my hips, helping me fully sit on his length. matt’s dick was huge, stretching my walls as he hid his face on the crook of my neck, tickling beard making me giggle as i tried to adjust myself to his size.

“wasn’t so hard, was it?” i asked, getting comfortable to move my hips up. as i started riding, matt wouldn’t say a word, only muffling moans in my ear. he denied with his head, whining as i fastened my pace.

“c-close” he said, gripping tighter. “mommy- fuck”

“hold for me baby” i spoke, already out of breath, bouncing harder on his dick. matt decided to stick his face on my boobs and dragged his tongue along my skin, biting my nipple and holding me by my waist, jointing his hips forward in order to reach his high quicker.

“yes baby, just like that” i praised, matt now pounding mindlessly into me. “good boy, good boy” and that’s what took for him to snap, groaning loudly as his cock twitched and he released the knot on his lower belly, spurts of his warm cum filling my insides.

his spasms brought me closer to the edge, but i wouldn’t stop riding him. i kept on bouncing on his cock, now in search of my own climax. “mommy- mommy, fuck!” matt cried from the overstimulation. his whimpers got louder and so did my moans as my orgasm washed over me, mouth hanging open with my trembling body as i came over matt’s shaft.

i was too tired to remove myself, letting my weight fall over him. matt rolled us over, both of us laying in my bed. he turned to the side and pulled out, the mix of our realeases running down my legs and staining my sheets. matt let out a chuckle as he wrapped his arms around me, bringing me closer to his chest.

“should we sleep now?” i asked, running my fingers through his tummy.

“kid” he called, pointing to my bedroom widow. “the sun is already up” he spoke - as if this was gonna stop us from sleeping till noon. “but that’s why i came here, right? sleepover”

“of course, you’re always so clever” i rolled my eyes and giggled, allowing my body to relax next to his. i closed my eyes and knew that, while matt was around, the bad dreams would no longer come.

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alotofpockets · 9 months ago

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Meeting again | Part 2 | Leah Williamson x Reader

Where Leah saves the day and sets up Liam's class with a visit to the Emirates.

Thank you @totaly-obsessed for letting me bounch ideas off of you for this one!

Meeting again universe | Woso masterlist | Words: 2.7k

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When you check your phone after waking up, you see a text from Leah. Her name amongst your notifications instantly brings a smile to your face.

Leah: Hey, good morning! Can I pick you up at 11 for that coffee?

You text her back instantly, no longer being scared of messaging her, after you’ve spent the evening together last night. After doing some stuff around the house, you get ready, and wait for Leah to pick you up.

At the coffee shop Leah went to order for the both of you, while you found a spot to sit. You were admiring your surroundings, when Leah headed your way with two cups in hand. “No coffee for you?” Her placing a mug with hot chocolate down in front of her peaks your interest. “Oh, yeah, I don’t drink coffee.” She says with a shy smile. “Why didn’t you say so when I asked you out for coffee? We could’ve gone somewhere else!” Leah shakes her head instantly, “Don’t worry about it, I was happy with the invite to see you sooner, and this place has the best hot chocolate in town.”

You fall into conversation with Leah just as easily as you had done yesterday. With years to catch up on, there were enough topics to keep you talking. Though, even if you had fully caught up with Leah, you think you’d still find topics of conversation to get to stay talking to her.

The first time you got quiet for a moment was when Leah said, “I’ve been trying to piece together how we stopped being friends all those years ago.” Your eyes fall to your lap, it had been your fault that the two of you stopped being friends. You wish things would have been different, but then again, you would not have Liam. Liam meant the world to you. “I remember us being really close, and then some rumours spread.” Your eyes meet her nervously. You noticed a slightly hopeful look behind her eyes, as if she was never fully able to understand what happened back when you were kids. So, you took a deep breath and started talking.

“Okay, the rumour, the one where it spread around the school that I liked you, was never actually a rumour.” Leah’s blue eyes pierced into yours. “Oh?” A part of Leah felt relieved that those almost moments between the two of you growing up weren’t just in her head. “Yeah, basically I confided in Maria, one of my best friends, about my feelings for you, because they were confusing me. You know as a teenager finding out that the feelings you’re meant to be having for a boy, you are feeling for a girl.” Leah nodded in understanding. “Well, she was apparently very homophobic, and decided to tell the whole school. I stopped being friends with her instantly, and you know the rest. I got together with Ryan to get people off my back, and put distance between the two of us. I think I even convinced myself for a moment that I could be straight, but yeah that’s not me.”

You let your eyes meet Leah’s again, there was no anger or hurt behind her eyes, just softness and understanding. “I am truly sorry about how everything played out, and if I hurt you in any way, that was never my intention.” Leah reaches for your hand on the table and gives it a soft squeeze, “You have nothing to apologise for. What Maria did is truly terrible, and I wish I could’ve been there for you at that time. All of that is in the past now though, and we cannot change it.” Her hand stays on yours. “You’re right, we can only focus on the future.” The blonde smiles and nods. “Well, that was a lot deeper than coffee would have gone, but I’m glad we were able to talk about this.” You both laugh. “I should really head back though, I have to pick up Liam from school in a bit.”

Leah drives you back to your place, and the two of you share a hug when you arrive. “Thank you for today. We should do this again sometime.” Leah says, and you agree instantly, “Yeah, I’ll text you later?” And you did. After Liam went to bed that night, you were texting back and forth with Leah all night, until you fell asleep with the conversation still open.

The next time you saw Leah, you and Liam watched her play on Sunday. You were rather far from the railings, but Leah found you amongst the crowd and set the both of you a wave when the match was over.

Since Liam missed Leah for dinner the first time when he had invited her without your knowing, and it got you to reconnect with Leah, you decided to invite her over for dinner that night with the both of you. You decided to make pizza together, since you found out that alike your son, Leah’s favourite food was pizza. Leah was amazing with Liam, you admired the two of them as they were busy chatting, while decorating their pizza’s.

While you sat down for dinner, you talked about your plans for the week like you always did with Liam, but now including Leah. You had always found it important to know what was ahead, especially since Liam was at his dad’s for half of the week. You had given Leah the honours of talking about her week first as the guest, she told you about her work schedule, and some other things she had planned for the week. Then Liam wanted you to go next, so you shared your work schedule, and your plan to spend your days off with. Liam wanted to finish off the round, he told you about his plans with Ryan, and what he knew about school. “Oh, and mom, what are you doing for the class tomorrow?” Your brows furrowed in surprise, “What do you mean, bud?”

“It’s your turn to do the class trip tomorrow, do you not have anything planned?” Liam asks in a worried tone. “Buddy, I’m so sorry, but I don’t know anything about it being my turn.” He stood up from the table and you were instantly worried, luckily he came right back with his backpack. “Here, Miss Owens sent this out.” He hands you a letter, informing the parents of the switch in schedules, and it did indeed show you for tomorrow. “Buddy, if this is still in your backpack, I have not seen it yet.” Realisation hits him, “Oh mom, I totally forgot to give it to you. What are we going to do?” Leah, who had been quiet during the interaction spoke up, “I think I might have an idea. I know it’s not my place, but I think I can help, may I?” She looked at you for permission. “Yes, please, I do not have the right connections to take a class out for the day this last minute.”

Leah got up, “Alright, I am going to make some calls and I will make sure you will have a great day tomorrow, I promise.” She told Liam. She headed into the other room, and started planning away. About thirty minutes later she got back into the kitchen, “Alright, everything is set for tomorrow. I will keep it a surprise though, are you both okay with me coming to class tomorrow?” Liam instantly said yes without giving it a second thought, his friends would finally believe him when he said that he knew Leah Williamson. You nod as well, “Thank you so much Lee.” Leah’s heart started beating faster at the nickname she hadn’t heard from you in such a long time. She smiled and sat back down for dessert.

The next morning Leah was at your door bright and early. You were busy packing Liam’s lunch when she knocked on the door. “Liam, can you get the door bud?” He came walking into the kitchen pulling Leah behind him, “Mom, Leah still won’t tell me what we’re going to do.” You smiled at the scene in front of you, a frowny kid, and a smirking Leah. “Don’t look at me, Leah went out of her way to arrange this for you, so let’s allow her the one rule she set in place for this.” He let go of her arm. “Fine.” He turned to Leah, “I am grateful that you did whatever it is that you did for me, I just would really like to know what it is.” She put her hand on his shoulder, “I know kiddo, just a little longer, I promise it will be worth the wait.”

You and Leah wait outside of the classroom, while the teacher starts out the day. “Thank you again for doing this, I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” Leah shrugs, “You would’ve figured it out, you’re a great mom. I am glad I could help though, I hope the kids like it.” Leah zipped down her jacket to reveal her Arsenal jersey. “By the looks of that, I think the kids are going to love what you have in store.” Leah is about to say something back, but Miss Owens tells you the class is ready for you.

The two of you step in, and you see the jaws of many kids in Liam’s class drop. “Hi kids, as many of you know, I am Liam’s mom. Today, I have brought someone special with me. I would like you all to meet Leah Williamson.” You introduced her to the crowd, “Hi, I’m Leah, and Liam told me you were looking forward to doing something fun with the whole class. What would you say if the Arsenal players bus was waiting just outside of the school?” The class erupted with excitement. “Would you all like to go and see?” Miss Owens calms down the class again before heading out, “Jackets please, and wait in a line outside of the classroom.”

Leah takes the lead and takes the kids to the players bus. At first they admire it from the outside, where the whole class takes a picture with Leah. Then Leah invites them to sit inside, once all the children are settled, Leah gets on the microphone and starts talking to the kids, and interacting with them. “So, who wants to go to The Emirates Stadium with me?” You couldn’t believe that Leah pulled all of this off in thirty minutes. She sat and talked with the kids, while you talked with Miss Owens.

After a short tour, Leah guided the kids to the family and friends area of the stadium. “What do you all think of one more surprise?” The class starts cheering again, and right on queue, a group of Arsenal girls walk out. Katie McCabe, Lotte Wubben-Moy, Beth Mead, Vivianne Miedema, and Kim Little, greet the kids with waves. They all have a little meet and greet with the kids, before it is time for them to head back to school. Leah thanked the teacher, and waved bye to the teacher and the kids. Since it was already the end of the school day, and she wanted to show Liam some more behind the scenes things, she asked the teacher if it would be alright if she took the kids back on her own, with a promise of getting her some signed copies of her books for her own kids she agreed.

Liam was living his best life hanging out with his favourite players, like they were friends he had known all his life. Lotte walked up to you as you were watching him talk with the girls. “So, you and Leah go way back I hear?” You smile at her, “Yeah we do.” You and Lotte talk for a bit before she gets pulled aside. “It was nice meeting you y/n, I’ve heard a lot about you the past couple of years.” Lotte’s eyes widened when she realised what she had just said, Leah had just walked up to you, and her cheeks turned red instantly. “Sorry.” Lotte said before quickly walking back to the rest of the girls, and whispering something into Katie’s ear. The latter turns to you, “Mind if we show Liam around some more?” You shake your head and return your attention back to Leah.

“So, you’ve been talking about me for years, have you?” You didn’t think it was possible, but her cheeks turned even redder. While Leah was nervous, she felt like it was now or never. “I mean can you blame me? You are pretty hard to forget.” You’re the one with blushing cheeks now. Leah’s words hang in the air, and you feel a warmth spread in your chest. The way she spoke those words, makes you feel like maybe, she has felt the same way all along.

“The feeling is mutual,” You reply after taking a moment. A small smile tugs at the corners of your lips. “I mean how could I forget the girl that was always able to bring a smile to my face, even on my worst days? I think I already proved that though, by coming to most of your matches.” You both laugh at the last comment. “I’ve missed this.” Leah reaches for your hand out of instinct, “You laugh, your smile, and just having you around.”

Your heart is beating a million miles an hour, by the way she was looking at you right now. In that moment, when her ocean blue eyes stare lovingly into yours, you realise that perhaps the rumours, the misunderstandings, and the years apart were merely obstacles on the path to this moment right here. “I’ve missed you too, Lee. Remember when the other day we said that we can only focus on the future?” Leah nods, and rubs her thumb gently over the back of your hand. “I hope you’re a part of that future.” You nervously look up at her again.

Leah gave your hand a soft squeeze, “I hope so too.” Her smile grows bigger as she continues, “I’ve thought about what could have been with us so many times, but right now, all I want is to be here with you, and see where time leads us.” Your smile grows just as big as hers is, Leah had felt the same way about you all of this time. “Would it be inappropriate to kiss you at your place of work?” Leah pulled you closer by the hand she was holding, and moved her other hand to your cheek, gently moving her finger over the soft skin there. “I am not working currently, so I think that should be alright.” She leans in the rest of the way, and after all these years of will they won’t they, and what could’ve been, you finally felt her soft lips on yours.

A loud “Ahem” pulls you away from the blonde. You turn around and find Liam, Katie, and Lotte looking back at the two of you. Before you can say anything Liam turns to Katie and Lotte with a proud smile on his face, “I told you they would get together sometime soon!” Katie high fived him while you laughed, of course Liam had talked about your love life with the two people that were probably sharing Leah’s right back. Leah put her arm around your shoulder, and walked towards the group. “Who’s ready for some dinner?” Liam hugs you from your other side. “Mom, this has been the best day ever, can we please make it even better with McDonald’s for dinner?” You look around the group of girls left over to see if they’d be down too, when you get three nods, you look back to Liam. “Let’s do it.”

As you walk out of the stadium with Liam’s hand in your left, and Leah’s hand in your right, you couldn’t be more happy.

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dreamwritesimagines · 8 months ago

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The Eye of the Hurricane [20] - Nightclub

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️

Summary: Business deals are open to negotiation.

Word Count: 2600

Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Violence, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

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“Unbelievable,” you muttered to yourself, scratching at Alpine’s head with one hand while holding your phone with the other, your eyes skimming the lines. “Seriously…”

Bucky sipped his coffee. “Care to share with the class, Charm?”

You heaved a sigh and shot him a look, holding up the phone so that he could see the screen.

“Clint leaves the city for a couple of days and HYDRA immediately attacks his territory?” you asked and Bucky hummed.

“I mean he had his people covering it,” he said. “Just because he wasn’t here, doesn’t mean it was open to any attack.”

“Which makes it worse,” you told him with a sigh, then reached out for the jar of peanut butter to dip a spoon into it. “How many sources do these guys have?”

“That’s what we’re trying to find out,” Bucky said, reaching out to run his fingers through Alpine’s soft fur as she meowed at him. “You’re coming to the club tonight, right?”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” Your phone buzzed in your hand and you took a look at the notification, then licked your lips.

“Buck.”

“Hm?”

“So you know how our therapist said open communication is very important?”

“I don’t trust the therapist.”

“Shocking,” you deadpanned. “Anyway, I’m meeting Ethan today for lunch.”

Bucky let out a groan before he threw his head back. “Charm…”

“This is me openly communicating.”

“This is you throwing a knife at me and calling it communication,” Bucky corrected you, making your jaw drop.

“It’s not!”

“I will ask this question once again; why are you meeting your ex who wants to fuck you?”

“That’s not—I know the idea isn’t familiar to you, but some people can be friends with their exes.”

“So it’d be fine if I met up with one of my exes for lunch?” he asked and you shrugged your shoulders, trying to ignore the unpleasant flip your stomach did.

“If you can find an ex who doesn’t want to kill you?” you said. “Go ahead.”

He scoffed. “Not all of them hate me.”

“Is the ex who doesn’t hate you in the room with us right now?” you asked back and he made a face.

“I don’t know who fed you those lies, I’m guessing Becca—”

“Becca is very objective when it comes to your exes,” you pointed out. “And how terrible you are in relationships.”

“I’m not terrible in relationships.”

“Did you stay friends with any of your exes?”

“Yeah!”

“Give me a name.”

He blinked a couple of times and cleared his throat. “…Dot.”

“Dot hates your guts, Buck.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I know she dumped you,” you said and Bucky clicked his tongue.

“It was a mutual decision.”

“It really wasn’t,” you said. “You do realize that I’ve been best friends with your sister since I was in kindergarten? I know everything about your terrible relationships.”

“To repeat, they’re not—don’t change the subject,” he said as you sipped your coffee. “Your ex?”

“My ex does not want to kill me like your exes or fuck me like you seem to think.”

“Oh he wants to marry you then?” he asked and even though you knew he was being sarcastic, your stomach did a flip. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news, I beat him to it.”

You clicked your tongue as you dipped your spoon in the peanut butter jar again.

“As much as I enjoy you referring to me like I’m the last piece of cake,” you deadpanned. “I will make sure both your dick and you regret it the next time you do that.”

He blinked a couple of times and you gave him a bright grin, then popped the spoon into your mouth, then pulled it out to point at him with it.

“See?” you asked him. “Open communication. Therapy works wonderfully for this relationship.”

“Tell me I didn’t make you wait for long,” Ethan said as he rushed into the café and you let out a laugh, then stood up to kiss his cheek.

“I just got here, no worries,” you said. “Ordered your coffee though.”

“You know my coffee order?”

“Yeah,” you said and made a face at him. “Terrible order but yeah. Burned into my mind.”

That made him smile as he sat down.

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I was going to come sooner but—”

“Let me guess, your boss?”

“One of these days, that man will get in an accident that I’ve been hoping and praying for,” he told you, making you laugh.

“That’s doable,” you said. “I told you before.”

He heaved a sigh. “Stop. Right now, I feel like taking you up on that offer.”

“You can.”

He frowned, then shook his head.

“No no,” he said. “I’ve watched too many movies about this.”

“I’m not going to put a horse head in your bed, Ethan.”

“No, not that!” he said, letting out a chuckle. “Power corrupts.”

You shrugged again. “Nah it doesn’t.”

“It would corrupt me,” he told you as the waitress brought your coffees. “How about you? How’s uh…how’s marriage?”

Your eyes snapped to his and you cleared your throat, shifting in your seat.

“Ethan, if it’s going to lead to yet another—”

“It won’t,” he cut you off and offered you a small smile. “Don’t worry. I got the message.”

A silence fell upon you. You could feel your stomach doing a flip at the implication of what he had said and even though you actually wanted to talk about it, you knew you couldn’t.

Now to think of it…

You weren’t sure if you could even get together with him after your divorce. The idea was tempting yes, but you weren’t sure he could handle the life the job brought with it. While you and Bucky could torture an agent of HYDRA and then get takeout afterwards, doing the same wasn’t possible with Ethan and—

Strangely enough, you found yourself wondering whether you could still do it with Bucky after you two would get a divorce.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up and you cleared your throat, then smiled at him.

“Sorry,” you said. “Blanked out for a second. You were saying?”

Opening night of a club, especially if it was in Barnes, Wilson or Rogers territories, was always so much fun that even when you were teenagers, you and Becca would sneak into them, most of the time to get caught by Steve. Now that you were a grown up, you still enjoyed them but you also knew what was happening in the background.

It was the perfect time to make deals.

The crowd, the music, the alcohol, it all served its purpose to make better deals without getting the weapons or threats involved. Not to mention, getting invited to the opening night showed respect to whoever was a part of any negotiation.

You took a sip of your drink and leaned back on the sofa, keeping your eyes on Mr. Clifford. He was one of the new players in town, but powerful enough to be invited to your -well, Bucky’s- VIP booth tonight. If this deal worked, he could make the shipments to your territory much smoother but the problem was, neither you nor Bucky could decide whether you could trust him or not.

He had good references, but he was still sort of a mystery.

“I wasn’t aware you would be here as well, Mrs. Barnes,” Mr. Clifford said. “So the word on the street is true?”

“What word?” you asked and he smiled.

“That you’re…not just a guest?”

Bucky raised his brows and shot you a small grin while you shrugged your shoulders.

“No, I’m not.”

“She’s the only one I trust,” Bucky said and you smirked, reaching out to hold his hand. Mr. Clifford nodded.

“I see,” he said. “And um—if you don’t mind me ask, will it affect any deals I may make with your father?”

“You will have to ask my father that,” you said. “I hear he’s not open to any new deals but you can try your chances.”

He hummed. “And his heir, Ian?”

Your jaw clenched but you managed to keep your expression flat while Bucky squeezed your hand as if trying to assure you.

“Ian hasn’t been named yet,” he said. “And either way, if you’re making deals with heirs, I may have to rethink my decision to do business with you. Are you that much of an amateur?”

“Bucky.”

“No, I’m not going to do business with him if he’s making deals with people who can’t sit at the grown-ups table.”

“I assure you, that’s not the case,” Mr. Clifford said. “I was just voicing my curiosity, that’s all.”

You downed your drink and leaned in to whisper into Bucky’s ear.

“I’ll be right back,” you said. “Don’t shoot him?”

“No promises,” he murmured and you tried to bite back your smile, then grabbed your purse and stood up to make your way through the dance floor to the bathroom. When you stepped out again, your eyes fell upon Ryan who was by the bar and you smiled to yourself, then approached the bar as well.

“I think you’re the only person who drinks water at a club opening,” you said, making him turn his head and he blinked a couple of times as if he was surprised to see you, then looked down at the glass in his hand.

“Ma’am,” he said, taking a sip of his water and you tilted your head.

“Let me guess,” you said. “Ian told you to be completely sober just in case?”

“It’s my idea, ma’am.”

“Where’s he?”

“In the VIP room there,” he motioned at the closest room and you pulled your brows together.

“And he sent you away?”

Ryan sipped his water in silence and you heaved a sigh.

“Does he know that keeping his right arm out of deals is a terrible idea?”

“I’m just his bodyguard ma’am, nothing more.”

You pursed your lips together and cleared your throat.

“You might as well dance with someone, you know,” you joked. “If he’s going to be there alone, no need for you to get bored.”

The look of complete terror on his face at the suggestion was almost funny. He was a huge guy, and you were pretty sure he could crush someone’s skull with his bare hands if he wanted to, but he looked absolutely terrified at the idea of dancing with someone at the club.

“I’m a great wing-woman,” you told him, making him blink a couple of times. “Anyone caught your attention?”

“Ma’am I—I wouldn’t—” he stammered and you waved a hand in the air.

“And how many times should I tell you to call me Y/N?” you asked and he licked his lips, staring at you.

“I don’t mean disrespect.”

“I don’t think it’s disrespect,” you told him and out of the corner of your eye, you saw the waiter leaving your VIP room mutter something at one of Clifford’s bodyguards by the door before walking away. You frowned.

“Excuse me,” you said as you made your way to the fire exit the waiter walked into. You looked over your shoulder and pulled the small pistol out of your purse, then pushed open the door quietly to step into the hallway.

The waiter was too busy to notice your presence as he pulled a gun out of the cleaning bucket in front of him, but he froze when he heard the sound of you cocking the gun.

“Hi,” you said and he gritted his teeth, raising his hands. “Put the gun down.”

He slowly put the gun down and you smiled.

“There you go,” you said. “Good boy.”

“What are you doing?” he asked as he turned to you and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I mean I’m trying to enjoy my night to be honest but…”

“Just walk away.”

You scoffed.

“Right,” you said. “That’s gonna happen.”

“If you walk away now, you’ll benefit from it,” he said. “Mr. Clifford says if Barnes dies, you could take over his territory, his business. It’ll be your right.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Well yeah but also if Bucky dies, I’ll have to wear black and I can’t really pull off black dresses,” you said. “Becca says it has something to do with my undertone—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence when he lunged to throw a punch at you but you caught his hand and twisted it, making him cry out in pain. You headbutted him right in the nose, hearing the crack of the bone before you grabbed the bigger pistol on the floor to slam it against his head, causing him to drop to the floor unconscious.

“This night is getting more and more fun,” you murmured as you shook your head, then pushed your pistol back into your purse. You made your way to the door again to open it, then approached Ryan to tap him on the shoulder.

“Can I borrow you for a moment?” you asked and turned around without waiting for him to answer, but he followed you anyway until you got to the hallway and opened the door. Ryan grabbed his gun from his waistband the moment he saw the unconscious guy lying on the floor, then turned to you.

“Ma’am, are you alright?” he asked, stepping into the hallway with his gun ready, checking for any threats. “Did he hurt you?”

“Not at all,” you said. “Keep an eye on him until I get back.”

His back straightened immediately like he was a soldier and you were his commander. “Yes ma’am.”

“And if Ian says anything,” you said. “This happened in Barnes territory, he’s our hostage. No one else’s.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You nodded your head and took a step to the door, then turned around.

“And thank you, Ryan,” you said, making him pull his brows together in confusion as if he wasn’t used to hearing it. “I appreciate it.”

He swallowed thickly, then nodded.

“Ma’am,” he said and you pushed open the door, then made your way to the VIP room Bucky was in.

“As I was saying, our price isn’t…” Clifford stopped talking when he saw you walk inside. “Ah Mrs. Barnes, welcome back.”

You shot him a fake smile, then leaned in closer to Bucky so that you could whisper into his ear.

“He’s trying to kill you.”

Bucky’s gaze snapped to yours when you pulled back and he heaved a sigh as if he was exhausted, then ran a hand over his eyes.

“Great,” he muttered. “Do you want to stay and watch, sweetheart?”

You thought for a moment, then shook your head.

“I got one of his men, I’ll be by the fire exit,” you murmured. “Come there when you’re done?”

“Sure thing.”

“What’s going on?” Clifford asked and you turned to shoot him a glare before pecking Bucky on the cheek.

“Have fun!”

“I will,” Bucky said and motioned at one of the bodyguards. “Paul, escort my wife to where she’s going.”

“Yes Mr. Barnes.”

“And Hannah,” Bucky’s voice was completely calm. “Lock the room down.”

“Mr. Barnes, please—” Clifford’s voice was cut off when the door shut behind you and Bucky’s bodyguards started dragging Clifford’s men away while you turned to Paul with a sigh.

“How fucking rude, right?”

“Ma’am?”

“I mean honestly…” you muttered while you walked to the fire exit with Paul following you. “Sending an amateur to kill him? People today have no manners.”

Chapter 21

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Short of Breath

[He’s Hazardous To My Health Series]

Paramedic!Bucky Barnes x Resident!Fem!Reader

< < PART 1 | Series Masterlist | PART 3 > >

Summary: You hear rumours about Bucky’s reputation within the hospital just prior to him taking you on a first date you’ll never forget.

Warnings: strictly 18+ only, oral (fem receiving), mentioned unprotected vaginal sex, some light angst (I mean it’s me, what do you expect?), Bucky having a reputation as a heartbreaker, but also him being super sweet and planning a very cute date, additional warning for my terrible flirty dialogue

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: square filled for @sebastianstanbingo ‘picnic date’ (shhh that’s meant to be a surprise), banners by @vase-of-lilies

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‘Does 6:30 sound good? I’ll pick you up from the hospital lobby.’

Your stomach flutters with butterflies as your phone vibrates with a new message, the name Bucky bookended with blue hearts flashing in your notifications. An inexorable smile overcomes your features as you instantly message him back confirming your availability.

Gosh, when was the last time you were both this excited and nervous to go on a date?

“Well don’t you look smitten.” A friendly voice mentions from beside you. Wanda, a fellow resident and currently just about your only friend in your new workplace, leans against the lockers next to yours, gazing at you with raised brows, as if to silently ask why you’re so enamoured with whoever your messaging.

“I’ve got a date tomorrow night with an absolute beefcake.”

“Oh, is it that attending who’s been giving you all the good cases?” You stare down at your phone when it buzzes yet again, smiling when you notice Bucky has reacted to your message with a heart.

“No, it’s not Odinson.” A chuckle leaves your lips as Wanda frowns, almost looking disappointed it’s not a Thor you’re going out with.

“I always thought he was sexy, you know in a chiselled like a god with a gentle heart sort of way.” There’s a dreamy quality to her voice which makes you suspect she’s thought about having unethical relations in this hospital with him before. “Who is it then?”

“He’s a paramedic. I met him the other day when the train derailed. His name’s Bucky.” The joy you could perceive in Wanda’s eyes changes to something closer to dismay.

“Oh sweetie, you poor naive young thing.” You’re unsure why her voice is now filled with consolation, but it makes your chest tighten and the bottom of your stomach drop.

“What are you talking about?”

“Bucky Barnes has earned a bit of a reputation around this hospital.” You can sense in her voice she’s hesitant of revealing too much, trying to break the news gently to spare your feelings.

You aren’t an idiot, Bucky was quite clearly a natural flirt, that was evident from your interaction in the ER the other day, but by no means does that make him a bad person or someone to stay away from.

“He loves the chase. But that all ends the moment you sleep with him.” Wanda continues, discerning that she hasn’t provided enough information to convince you. “He’ll wine and dine you, and take you back to your place if you’re willing to put out on the first date. Then the only time you’ll see him again is across the room when he’s bringing patients into the ER.”

Your heart sinks below your stomach. You don’t want to believe petty rumours about someone you barely know, but it’s hard to look past the fact that someone as gorgeous and charming as Bucky isn’t already taken. Wanda also has no reason to lie to you, in fact, she’s likely the only person in the hospital you’d trust in this position.

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience…” Your voice trails off, eyes trailing to the floor and out of the corner of your eye you see Wanda slump in response.

“Not me personally, but I’ve heard first hand stories from other doctors and nurses.” Her hand finds your shoulder in a reassuring touch. You must not be doing a good job of hiding the disappointment drowning your lungs. “Still go - at a minimum you’ll get laid. Just don’t get your hopes up that there will be anything beyond that. There is nothing wrong with you sweetie, no one gets a second date with Bucky Barnes.”

You shut your locker slowly, feeling completely demoralised compared to the swelling hope and joyful mood you had arrived at the hospital with.

Maybe you could be the one who changed him? Was that a foolish fantasy destined to end in heartbreak?

Determined to not let this piece of news ruin the rest of your day, you hold your head high as you start your rounds, heading firstly to see Sasha and her mom. Just because Bucky didn’t want more than a one night stand with some other hospital employees doesn’t mean it will be the same with you.

There was no denying you both felt something as you were patching him up earlier in the week. You’ll just have to wait until tomorrow to figure out if that something is just attraction, or destined for so much more.

* * *

Fiddling with the ends of your dress, you stand waiting for Bucky in the hospital lobby, feeling more nervous than excited after your conversation with Wanda the previous day. Unsure about what Bucky had planned for the night, you chose to wear something you shined with confidence in, guessing that’s something the self assured Bucky Barnes would appreciate.

Trying to push any anxious thoughts to the back of your mind, you instead choose to remind yourself Bucky was the one who gave you his phone number, he’s the one who asked you on this date. He wants you.

Just prior to 6:30, before you’ve even had the chance to glance at your phone, anxious about if Bucky is actually going to show, you hear your name called across the foyer. Looking up, you find the most handsome, staggeringly beautiful man walking towards you and you swear your heart skips a beat.

The first thing you notice about Bucky's appearance is that trademark smirk you’d found yourself missing the past few days. That same grin which had your cheeks heating and butterflies fluttering in your stomach in the emergency room, elicits the same reaction now as he strides towards you in a blue button up which makes his eyes shine like sapphires.

“You clean up nice.” You comment, seizing the opportunity to take all of him in, to appreciate just how broad and strong he is, even in civilian clothes.

“Not as nice as you do.” Grabbing your hands out wide, he makes a show of looking you up and down as you had done with him, but instead much more conspicuously, and in a way that has confidence soaring in your chest. “You’re breathtaking.” This motherfucker knows exactly what he’s doing, you think as a bashful smile overtakes you’re features.

Bucky then pulls you in for a quick, friendly hug before leading you out to the carpark with the promise of taking you to a place you probably aren’t expecting to go for a first date.

He stops by a motorbike and offers you a helmet and his leather jacket, and for a split second you have to hold back laughter, thinking he is joking.

“You’re a paramedic, surely you know better than anyone how dangerous these things are!” You comment as Bucky straddles what you assume he refers to as his prize possession. You must admit it is a gorgeous motorcycle - polished to perfection, and Bucky somehow looks even more attractive with his thick thighs spread around the heavy bike.

“I promise to drive safely as long as you promise to hold on tight.” Bucky quips as you take the helmet and jacket. You’re going to be able to shamelessly feel more of him a lot earlier on in this date than you were expecting, but you’re certainly not mad about it.

You straddle the bike behind him, and though there is ample space for you to both fit, you snuggle close to his back, hands finding his hips to steady yourself as he starts the ignition. Once Bucky drives onto the main highway, you’re clinging tightly to his firm middle, fearful about the lack of a barrier between you and the unforgiving asphalt surface of the road.

Your anxiety is short lived as Bucky soon takes a turn to a part of town you’ve not been to before, and soon pulls over to a quiet, non-distinct park which you have to admit you aren’t expecting.

“This place is a hidden gem of this city, I love to come here to clear my head.” Bucky comments as he guides you past the trees and once you step foot into the clearing beyond, you can understand why he’s brought you here.

The riverbank overlooks the city skyline, with a perfect view of where the sun will be setting and the light warm orange and pink hues painting the night sky. Bucky gazes at you with a sweet smile, as you take in the scene, leading you over to a red and white chequered picnic blanket already set up to seat two, with a bottle of sparkling water and a basket of finger food ready to be consumed.

Damn, he really is going to a lot of effort for you.

“You’re really pulling out all the stops, aren’t you?” You take a seat on the blanket, looking around to notice that you’re completely on your own. You’re unsure whether this fact should surprise you, if Bucky had a hand in ensuring that you’d have your privacy for your first date, or if it’s purely a happy coincidence.

“Well I am trying to impress you.”

“Eh, I think you could do better.” You jest, when in fact you admire how much effort he’s gone to for you. He loves the chase, Wanda’s words echo in your mind, and a small, hollow void in your chest feels jealous that the gorgeous Bucky Barnes has treated any number of other women to a comparable date.

“Well I haven’t kissed you yet, just you wait, you'll be putty in my hands.” He says with a pure faith which compels you to believe him, though also makes you wonder just how many other girls he’s kissed merely by using that same line.

“Confident, are we?”

“Once you kiss me, you won’t want to kiss anyone else, I promise you.” You’re positive that even just a single kiss from Bucky Barnes will have you addicted, if you aren’t already, which is why you take a sip of your sparkling water instead of leaning closer than your faces are already. Perhaps you’re a cynic, maybe you don’t want to open your heart to the prospect of being hurt, but you’re not going to just give into his charms within the first five minutes of this date because he’s cute and has a way with words.

“You’ll have to earn a kiss from me first, James.” You say but are met with a cheeky grin. He loves the chase, and you’re pretty sure this challenge is only adding more fuel to the fire of his motivation.

Conversation flows easily, the only silence between the two of you comfortable as you tried the diversity of foods Bucky had packed. Amid the shameless flirting, he asked you about your home, and what prompted your change of cities. He told you all about his childhood best friend Steve, who you could have mistaken for his brother with the pure love he spoke about him with.

The only question he wasn’t forthcoming with an answer was when you asked about why he became a paramedic. Though, you understand there are sensitive matters Bucky wouldn’t want to discuss with someone on a first date, so you don’t push the subject, choosing to instead change the topic to something where you know will bring out his contagious smile you’re quickly falling for.

As the sun sets, an ombré of vibrant oranges, reds and pinks decorates the sky, and you have the perfect view sitting on the riverbank opposite the city centre. You feel content, happy, and though the sight is gorgeous, you know it mostly has to do with the man sitting next to you.

“I can see why you like it here, this is beautiful.” You comment, eyes soaking in the stunning scene, noting this moment in the part of your brain that stores influential moments, those that you want to remember for a lifetime. However, you can sense Bucky’s attention beside you isn’t focussed where yours is as he speaks.

“I think I’ve got a better view right here.” You turn back to find Bucky looking at you with an affection you wouldn’t typically associate with someone sharing a first date, yet the undeniable fondness is there nonetheless. The softness and earnestness in his voice could fool you into thinking he truly does mean the sentiment, and it’s not just a pickup line.

“That’s so cheesy, Barnes. You take all your girls here at sunset and pull that line on them?” You immediately regret your choice of words - even if he had, you don’t want to know if he’s done all this for someone else, this moment between you feels special, magical, and you’d rather believe the tale that you’re the only one he’s shared this with.

“Nope, not a single one.” His voice is low and honest, with a level of desperation to make you believe him. “And even if I had, I’d have never meant it more.” His hand tenderly cups your face, swiping his thumb over the apple of your cheek, as you lean into him. The warmth his touch provides welcome in the cooling night.

“You really are something else, aren’t you James?” There’s a flicker in his features when you refer to him by his first name, an indication that you're not joking as you do when you use his last name or sometimes the adorable childhood nickname he’s known to everyone else by, rather, he knows you’re being authentic.

“I think that’s you, darling.” Bucky murmurs, brushing his thumb this time over your bottom lip. You close your eyes, savouring the sensation of his long awaited touch after craving it sitting across from him throughout the night. “Never met anyone like you. Haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all week.”

He makes it too damn hard to resist him, and instead of spending energy enduring the space between you, you decide it’s time to surrender to what your body wants.

Bucky watches intently as you move the picnic basket, which was dividing the blanket in half, and move over to his side, which seems much more limited for space with his large frame.

“So I recall you mentioning something about a kiss…” You lean forward, expecting Bucky to meet you halfway, but to your surprise and disappointment he tilts further away from you.

“You sure I’ve earned it yet?” He teases, not even able to keep his own small chuckle from leaving his lips. Your stomach flips as you anticipate what’s about to happen next.

“Why don’t you come here and find out?”

Without missing another beat, Bucky grabs either side of your face and crashes his lips onto yours. You can feel the blood rushing through your ears with how nervous and excited you are to be finally giving in to what you have been yearning to do since seeing him carry Sasha into the ER.

As his tongue sweeps into your mouth, his dominant hands move down to your thighs and lift you from your place next to him to straddling his stocky thighs.

You hate to admit it, but he was right.

You are putty in his hands.

And the longer the kiss lasts, the more certain you are that James ‘Bucky’ Barnes is the only man you ever want to kiss again.

Bucky smiles into the kiss, the jerk somehow knowing exactly what thoughts are running through your mind and the overwhelming effect he has on you. But you’re determined to prove it’s not just him that can elicit a lustful reaction. From your vantage on his upper thighs, you rock your hips deliberately slowly, drawing a whimper from Bucky’s lips.

Just as his large hands slip under the hem of your dress, brushing the bare skin of your back and pulling you even closer into him, you feel a spot of rain on your cheek. Then another. And before you’re even able to untangle yourself from Bucky’s embrace, the rain is pouring down on you both.

Neglecting the picnic blanket and basket, you both run to the cover of a nearby tree, Bucky covering you with his large leather jacket. Though the act is sweet, it ends up being fruitless as the water comes in at such a harsh angle you end up saturated anyway.

“I’m soaking!” You laugh, more at the inconvenience and your vexation at the timing of Mother Nature, than actually finding the situation funny. Bucky cups your face with a smile on his own, that same fondness still brimming in his eyes which makes you come undone.

“I’m sure there’s a joke about you being wet in there somewhere.” He’s not wrong, you were dripping before the rain started, but you’re not letting him onto that, at least not yet.

You laugh genuinely at his stupid wisecrack before pulling him back into a passionate kiss, not caring enough about how you look when absolutely drenched while Bucky gazes at you like you’re still the most beautiful person he’s ever laid eyes on.

You're not sure how long you spend kissing under the tree, but the rain is still pouring down when you both come up for air. Bucky looks at you expectantly, gentle hands still maintaining contact on your hips, and you know in this moment you’re deciding if you want to be one of the girls Wanta told you about that Bucky Barnes fucks on the first date.

“Take me home, Buck.”

The ride back to your place is longer than the earlier drive, stretched out by your need for Bucky not being fulfilled while the only contact possible is your arms around his solid waist.

Once Bucky’s parked his bike, you rush to your front door to get out of the rain, though it is a futile exercise as you're already completely sodden from the drive.

He presses you up against your door, in full view of any of your neighbours who might happen to be passing by, and remedies the situation of your mouth missing his tongue. His kiss is fervent, lips and tongue hungry, tasting all that you give him access to. Your hands find their way to his hair, his own slipping beneath the hem of your dress, his calloused hands brushing over the backs of your thighs before moving higher to find your ass, squeezing.

When you pull away you’re out of breath, but by the smug look in Bucky eyes, he seems proud of that feat.

“Would you like to come inside?” You ask breathlessly, already presuming his answer, your chest heating and your heart palpitating under his stare - if you didn’t know how aroused you were from Bucky’s kiss alone, you might actually be concerned for your health.

Bucky cocks his head to the side, and you just know something cheeky is going to come out of his mouth.

“You want me to cum inside?” You have to refrain from rolling your eyes, because as shameless and forward as Bucky’s being, your more than happy to follow through with his inference.

“Yes, I certainly want you to cum inside.”

Bucky’s hands never leave contact with your hips as you grab your keys to unlock your door, and once you’ve made your way inside, he takes complete control. Your back hits the door with a thud, but it’s excitement that tingles up your spine as Bucky leans his weight on you, lifting your thigh to curl your leg around his waist which allows you to pull his pelvis flush with yours.

You let out a small gasp when you feel Bucky’s clothed thick, hardening length press against your core. His signature, disarmingly charming smirk curves at the corners of his mouth as he leans down closer to you, piercing eyes never leaving yours.

“I’m going to make you feel so good, darling.” He promises in a low voice, before closing the remaining meagre space between you, lips capturing yours in a greedy kiss.

His hands locate the end of your dress again, sourcing your soaking entrance, his touch light not enough to satisfy your desperate need for him. Bucky smiles as he pulls away from your lips, bunching the end of your wet dress in his hands as he drops to his knees.

Fuck, he looks so damn perfect kneeling between your parted legs, licking his lips like he’s ready to devour you like a man starving. When was the last time a man fell to his knees for you? Have they ever?

Your train of thought comes to an abrupt stop when Bucky hooks your leg over his shoulder and places a kiss on your clothed pussy, you feel the flood of wetness pool at his teasing touch.

“Don’t you dare tease, Bucky.”

“But that’s what I’m best at.” He quips, placing a few delicate kisses to the soft inside of your thigh, each time closer to your centre than the last. Though he soon enough adheres to your warning by pulling your panties to the side and using those cheeky lips of his for good use by sucking on your clit.

Pleasure tingles up your spine as Bucky continues to eat you out, his strong arms keeping you upright as the sensation of his warm, wet tongue licking up your dripping arousal overwhelms all your senses.

“Mmm so sweet.” He hums against your folds, the reverberations sending jolts of ecstasy through your body.

“Fuck, Bucky, right there.” You manage to articulate between the stream of moans and whimpers his frenetic motions pull from the back of your throat, the sounds of which only spur Bucky on.

As he laps up all the wetness he himself is responsible for, you hurtle ever quicker towards the edge of bliss, the band in your stomach straining to an almost painful tension. You shift the angle of your hips ever so slightly, and when Bucky’s lips attach once more to your clit, you’re coming undone for him.

Your all consuming orgasm knocks the breath from your lungs, fingers grasping tightly to the strands of Bucky’s long hair to keep you grounded to Earth and stop you from floating away on a cloud of pure euphoria. Bucky slows his motions as he helps you ride out your high, hands maintaining a strong grip on your hips to keep you upright, determined to pull every ounce of pleasure from your body as possible.

When he figures he has, Bucky rises to his feet, locking lips in a bruising kiss in which you can taste yourself. He kisses you until you are short of breath and disoriented in your own home, hypnotised by how his hands tenderly caress your body, which contrasts to the vigorous assault his tongue just performed on your clit.

“This time, I’m going to watch as you fall apart on my cock.” Bucky commands as he starts unzipping his pants.

Based on his first performance, you’re positive you’re in for the time of your life tonight. Now all you have to do is let him ruin you.

* * *

Your head lays on Bucky’s bare chest feeling the steady rise and fall with each breath. It’s only your first date, and yet you’ve not felt as tranquil nor euphoric since you moved to this new city as you do right here in his arms.

It’s been hours since you arrived home, already having christened your front entry, couch and bed, twice, with the filthy things Bucky has done to you, and in what you have to deem the most successful first date you’ve ever been on.

Being with Bucky feels like you’ve found your new home in this isolating city. The final piece to the puzzle which makes moving here feel complete, purposeful, and in hindsight, like you’ve absolutely made the right call.

Just as you snuggle closer to his side, his head leaning to rest on your own, he sighs and starts to speak. “I should head home, I’ve got an early shift tomorrow- well, actually technically today.” He chuckles looking over at the alarm clock on your nightstand. “Need to have a shower and change.”

Anxiety, maybe even something closer to panic, rises in your chest. This is it. The one night Wanda promised you’d get together before he inevitably exits your life for good is over.

But not if you can help it.

“If you stay over, you could wake up with my mouth around you and be having the most world shattering blowjob of your life.” You place a delicate hand on his bare, hairy chest, keeping him securely in bed with you, whispering the words smooth like honey into his ear. “But I guess if you want to spend the night alone…”

“God, you’re making it so hard-”

“I make you so hard, do I?” It’s you this time who is wearing a cheeky smirk, and Bucky chuckles in response.

“Not quite where I was going, but yes, yes you do.” It’s difficult, nay impossible, to believe that someone who you just shared a night filled with pure ecstasy, multiple orgasms, and who is currently gazing at you with more warmth than the hottest summer day, is going to ghost you.

Bucky places a sweet kiss to your lips before climbing out of bed, leaving the space beside you vacant, cold, and making the bed feel far too big for just one person.

“I’m gonna call you.” He says, as if sensing you need reassurance from the tension in the still night air between you. Once he tugs up his pants, quickly buttoning and zipping his fly, he strides over to you and places a lingering kiss to your lips. Your hands snake around his neck in an attempt to pull him back into bed with you, but he’s quite literally a ball of muscle and you find you don’t have the strength to make him budge. “I’ll call you.” He reiterates, and though there is minimal light in the room, his blue eyes shine with sincerity.

“You promise?” You ask as he searches for his shirt which was thrown somewhere earlier in the night, your heart clenching when he finds it, knowing even your naked presence in a soft bed isn’t enough to make him stay.

“I promise.” He pledges as looks back at you one last time, his hand reaching for the door handle when some quality about you prevents him from opening it. He returns to your side and kisses you again, ardently, urgently, and for a moment you’ll think he actually will stay.

But you’ve never been that lucky.

“You think I’m passing up on an opportunity to do this again with you? I promise I’m going to call.” He repeats assuredly, placing one final, earnest kiss to your lips that leaves you dizzy. When you open your eyes, you only just catch his bulky figure leaving the room. Pulling the covers over you as the warm comfort you need, a few seconds later you hear a click as the front door shuts and within the minute his bike roaring to life as he drives away.

The words Wanda spoke in the locker room the day before reach the front of your mind. No one gets a second date with Bucky Barnes.

Hopefully you’re the exception.

Part 3 > >

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merrybloomwrites · 1 year ago

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You Can Start a Family (Extra: Fan Reactions)

Finally doing my first requested story!

Based on the following ask from @drunk-teens-doing-drugs and the comment from @luxiorchive

Summary: A serious of reactions from from fans and Media about Harry's new girlfriend as well as Mitch & Sarah's feelings of being left out of big moments. This story starts immediately after the end of chapter 10.

Previous Chapters:

Main Story: One ; Two ; Three ; Four ; Five ; Six ; Seven ; Eight ; Nine ; Ten

Sickfic Part 1 ; Part 2

Mitchrry Prequel

Mitch & Matilda

Wordcount: 2.1K

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“Can you do me a favor?” Harry says, breaking the morning silence.

“Uhm, yea, sure, what is it?” You ask. Unless Harry asked you for something crazy you’d do pretty much anything he said right now. Two days ago, he joined your relationship and you, Harry, Mitch, and Sarah had your first official date together. Yesterday you all spent the day out on the water enjoying the beautiful Italian views. The night ended back in your shared bed, you and Harry having sex for the first time while Mitch and Sarah reconnected right next to you.

So yea, you were pretty blissed out and content, happy to please your boyfriends and girlfriend however they want.

You’ve all been awake for a little while, hanging out in bed and switching cuddle partners every now and then. You’re currently in between Mitch and Sarah with Harry on Sarah’s other side. He’d picked up his phone a few minutes ago, seeing a screen full of notifications and he knew he had to peek at what was happening, just to make sure nothing was wrong. Which has led to him asking you a favor.

“Can you not go on social media today?” He asks you.

“Sure,” you answer quickly. That was an easy request. You aren’t even sure where your phone is to be honest. You’re more than happy to exist in your little happy bubble, but still, you’re curious about his request. “Can I ask why you want me offline today?”

“Yea the uh, the pap photos from yesterday have been posted.”

“Oh gosh, what, are they bad? Was it a terrible angle and I look awful? Did they like, photoshop someone else’s face on me or something?”

“No, love,” he answers with a laugh. “Nothing like that. It’s just that this is new and I’m not sure how people are going to respond yet. I want to make sure you don’t stumble across something nasty.”

“Do you think people are going to be negative?” Sarah asks, worried about the idea of you two receiving backlash.

“I never know what to think,” he replies while scrolling through his phone. “But I will say that everything seems positive so far. Media outlets are confused, wondering who this ‘mystery woman’ is. Fans are much better detectives. They’ve already posted some videos of you at my shows.”

“Can I see?” Mitch asks and takes the phone Harry hands him. After a moment he says, “Oh this is good. The people who were near you at the concerts are all saying how nice and chill you were. There’re a few comments saying you seem to follow Harry’s treat people with kindness motto, that’s like the best compliment his fans can give.”

You smile at that, remembering all the moments you got to share with Harry’s fans during his shows. You realize that you probably won’t be able to do that again in the future, now that you’re officially known as Harry’s new girl, but you hope you’ll still be able to interact with the fans in some way.

“Okay, phones away,” Sarah says, and Mitch immediately locks the phone and hands it back to Harry.

“What’s the plan for today?” Sarah then asks.

“Can we stay here and go swimming?” you ask. “I’ve been taking Ryan in the pool a lot but I don’t get to actually swim, you know?”

“Sounds good to me,” Harry replies as the other two nod in agreement. “How is Ryan?” he asks, and you fill them in on the boy you nanny as you all get ready.

The four of you spend that day and the next relaxing at the private villa. It isn’t until dinner of the second evening that Harry decides it’s time to pop the bubble and see what people are saying online.

You’re all sitting at the table outside and he explains that no news is good news, that his publicist would have called if there was anything truly bad being said. He pulls out his phone and starts to scroll. When he doesn’t say anything for the first minute you start to get anxious but finally he begins to smile.

“It’s good?” Sarah asks.

“It’s- Yea. It’s really good. I mean, I hoped this would be the reaction, but I’m used to getting so much negativity that I didn’t think it would actually be like this. I mean there’s a couple of bad comments but for the most part it’s, God, it’s really good.” Harry says this with a smile so big his dimples are showing. Suddenly your insecurities and fears vanish, replaced by joy for your boyfriend.

His words and obvious relief make you remember all that he’s been through with the public. He’s suffered years of lies and abuse from fans and media alike, and he’s probably been more worried than anyone else the past few days even if he wasn’t showing it.

You move to sit in his lap, kissing him gently then asking, “Can you read us some comments?”

Harry complies happily, one arm wrapped around you as he tells you all what people are saying.

There are hundreds of comments saying how cute and happy you two look together. Some people have negative things to say about you, but even seeing them say that you’re not pretty, or too plain, or a total nobody can’t shake you. It doesn’t matter what they think, not really. It matters what Harry and Sarah and Mitch think. And since they respond with compliments to contradict every negative comment you’re feeling pretty good.

There’s a feeling of celebration in the air and you realize that you were all more worried about the feedback than you thought. But seeing so much positivity makes you feel really happy. You didn’t necessarily need the validation but having that rather than having people hate your relationship with Harry uncomplicates things a little bit. A four-person relationship is a lot to manage and needing to make the public happy would’ve added a strain that you all simply did not want to deal with.

Over the next few months people spot you and Harry together a few times both in England and in the US. Every time new pictures drop the fans get so excited and comment about how happy they are for you and Harry.

On a few occasions all four of you are spotted together. As always the fans have a number of theories about that and you’re all relieved to see the most common one is that you must be friends with Mitch and Sarah, and they introduced you and Harry.

You’re happy that they came to this conclusion naturally, since that’s what you always hoped the fans would think. The downside of course is that you have to distance yourself from Mitch and Sarah when you’re in public. You can somewhat get away with being close to Sarah since people seem to love that you two are “besties”. However, you and Mitch are extremely careful not to get too close, knowing that tabloids and gossip columns would jump on an opportunity to claim drama with Harry’s relationship.

For the most part, this secrecy is just a part of life. In fact, none of you really want any of your personal lives shared with the public if you can help it. But sometimes it does get difficult not being able to show each member of your relationship the same level of love and attention.

One of the biggest examples of that is the Grammy Awards in 2024. Harry’s up for an award and was asked to give a performance as well. The four of you get ready together and hype each other up throughout the day while making sure to not be too obvious in front of the stylists in the room.

When everyone is ready and about to get in the cars Harry turns to you and says, “You look absolutely beautiful my love.” He leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. When you break apart you’re blushing, aware of Anthony taking pictures of the moment.

“Thank you,” you finally reply. “You look gorgeous as well.” You lean together for another kiss and after a moment you pull away laughing and swatting at Harry as he gently tickles your sides.

You glance over to Sarah and Mitch standing together in another part of the room. There’s a mixture of emotions on their faces and you know them well enough by this point to figure out what they’re feeling with just a look. First is a look of adoration since they simply adore and love both you and Harry. But under that is concern? No. Not concern. Jealousy.

They want to be a part of that moment. Not for any sort of external praise or fame, but because they want to share every part of life all together as a foursome.

These feelings continue throughout the entire day. They want to be by Harry’s side with you as you support him down the red carpet. When you meet them all backstage after the performance they wish that they could share a kiss with you like Harry does. And when Harry wins in his category they want to celebrate with him instead of cheering him on from a separate table in the back of the room.

For someone who has no prior relationship experience before this, you are very good at figuring out what your boyfriends and girlfriend need at any given moment. And that night Mitch and Sarah need to be reassured that they’re as much a part of the relationship as you and Harry.

After finally leaving the afterparty that management forced you and Harry to attend you rush home hoping Mitch and Sarah will still be up. You find them both cuddled on the couch in sweats and immediately realize how uncomfortable your dress is.

Without hesitation you remove your dress, drop it on the floor, and pick up Sarah’s oversized sweater from a nearby chair. You slide it on, and it reaches mid-thigh, so you decide you’re clothed enough. You snuggle in between Mitch and Sarah and Harry joins the cuddle session on the couch a moment later. Things stay innocent for the remainder of the movie that’s playing and then you decide to show the others just how much you love them.

You first focus on Mitch and Sarah, pleasing them and showering them with care and adoration. Then the three of you turn to Harry and congratulate him on another Grammy win in a way that only the three of you are allowed to do.

After that instance the four of you have a conversation about what everyone was feeling that night. From day one you all knew that open communication is key and so over breakfast you hash out all the emotions and come up with a solution to make sure no one is ever feeling left out.

Things aren’t always easy for you and Harry either. While the general public’s reaction to you and him dating is mostly positive, there are negative comments and sometimes things can spiral out of control.

One time your cousin Matt is visiting during a week when Harry happens to be away for work. Pictures of you and Matt start to surface and within hours the cheating rumors begin. At first it doesn’t bother you as it’s honestly kind of expected, but people started to get downright nasty. Finally, you post a story on Instagram, introducing Matt as your cousin in a borderline passive aggressive manner. Most people back off after that, but some don’t believe you. From that moment you know there’s a subsection of fans that will never like you, but you know it’s a small group, so you let it slide.

There are also people who don’t like you simply because you’re dating Harry Styles. They stayed in the background when those first pictures were posted, thinking you’d be gone pretty quickly. But when they realized you were sticking around they started to post nasty comments. It’s mostly just typical mean girl stuff, saying you’re too plain, or fat, or short, or any judgmental thing they can think of even if it couldn’t be farther from the truth.

You don’t mind these comments too much, knowing they’re made mostly out of jealousy. And nights when they surface tend to end in Sarah, Mitch, and Harry showering you in compliments and worshipping your body so really the internet trolls are doing you a favor.

You know you’re never going to win over everyone so having a majority of people happy for you and Harry makes you feel content. But at the end of the day, what they think doesn’t matter. Because you have the most wonderful boyfriends and girlfriend to share life with, and that makes you the luckiest person alive.

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janumun · 4 months ago

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Hello! I wanted to gush about your writing and the game for a minute! ☺️🤭

I just got into the LADS fandom at the beginning of this week and I am absolutely FERAL for all of them. I originally wanted to play the game awhile ago but my phone is old and I didn’t think to use my PC but hot DANG if the ticky-app didn’t pull me back in with SYLUS?! HELLO?! Your writing on him is absolutely DELICOUS! 😍 I adored your poly Misty Fic so much that I had to share it with my friend who is a Deepspace girlie too & I CANNOT stop re-reading it. We have been on discord simping and squealing over these men while I stream it. The game is so well done, I’ve yet to come across one done so well and your writing fits so good into the characters. Thank you for giving us the best fan fiction any, new & old, LADS fan can get! 😍

I will most definitely be sharing and be back! …aaannnddd maybe stalking my notifications for new posts 😝😅

Hey! Firstly, welcome to the fandom! 😍

We have angst-ridden super hot men and big tiddies to keep us company, enjoy your stay down here with us. We are all so unwell for these boys. 😂😂♥️

And YESSSS. Sylus has been a terrible bed bias wrecker 😮‍💨 I try to stay loyal to Rafayel, Sylus threads his fingers through mine and tugs me back. I try and think of Zayne and how big he is and Sylus is there, shoving that fine ass and big D energy into my face. I try and look at Caleb and Sylus is already there; infuriatingly smug grin and sultry red eyes tugging my proverbial collar his way. 😩😩

Also, AAAAAAAAAH you’re so kind, thank you for your lovely compliment and for making my day, I’m happy you enjoy my writing for the boys (and especially for Sylus 😉).

It’s been well over 8 years since I got into otome and joseimuke games and I agree with you whole-heartedly. LaDS has a unique charm to it and is immensely immersive, as compared to the rest of its predecessors. Pair that up with a riveting story and top tier angst and you’ve got yourself a brilliant game. Truly kudos to the devs for feeding us so well 👏🏽👏🏽 Absolutely feel free to come back and gush to me about these boys, please, I’m more than happy to scream with you 🥰🥴💜

#asks #goldenangelbloodcastiel #love and deepspace #LaDS #Faa’s ravings

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imaginidol · 2 years ago

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Jake: Soundcheck

[JAKE: hey! U still coming to soundcheck with me?]

Your phone buzzes with the notification from your close friend Jake’s text. You smile upon reading his question, quickly responding back as you picked up the pace jogging towards the stadium.

[YOU: yes I am! :) I’ll be there in 5 mins]

After about thirty seconds from the moment you hit send, your phone already buzzes with his reply.

[JAKE: meet me at the left side of the pit]

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The stadium is enormous once you walk through the northwest entrance, leading almost directly to the stage itself. It takes you a second to spot Jake, who was adjusting his in-ears and pacing back and forth onstage. He tapped the mic a few times with his fingers and started humming the tune of what sounded like a song by Exo.

[YOU: is that exo??]

Jake, from the stage, pulls his mic slightly away from his lips as he grabs his buzzing phone from a back pocket. Upon reading your text, he smiles, his head looking up and in all directions in search of you. You wave towards him, and he almost immediately catches sight of you, happily waving back.

“How did you know?” He speaks into the mic, the sound of his voice booming in all directions around you. “Sing it with me, then,” he smiles.

You both start singing the familiar chorus of Exo’s ‘Baby You Are’ in unison.

“Baby you are, [the only one I’ve been looking for is you], yeah you are, [all day long you think I’m going crazy], baby you are!”

He lets out a small laugh and gives you a thumbs-up, reaching down to text you something on his phone.

[JAKE: I’ll be down in 5 mins]

Don’t rush, you think to yourself. Enhypen was, in fact, at the last show of their most recent tour, and you didn’t want to take any time away from him for the last of these few special moments. You look back up and smile at him, giving him your most supportive thumbs-up and finger hearts.

About eleven minutes later, after much of Jake humming and singing different songs into the mic — this time actual Enhypen songs — he ends his soundcheck and starts making his way to where you were admiring from below.

“That wasn’t five minutes, sorry,” he smiles, but you wave him off.

“It’s your last show of the tour, so it’s okay! Are you excited?”

“I kind of am, but I’m a bit… nervous?” He laughs, his Aussie accent thickening at the ends of his sentences. Usually his accent was more noticeable when he was overly excited or anxious about something.

“You’re gonna do great, I know you always do!” You say, wanting to lighten his spirits. “Plus, you’ve done this thousands of times. And this time you’re gonna have the most fun, since it’ll be the end of another successful tour!”

Jake nods, a toothy grin escaping his shy expression.

“I hope so,” he hums as he looks up towards the rest of the members onstage, “I really appreciate you coming along to a few of my shows this whole tour. It’s come a long way, we’ve come a long way.”

You nod and assure him well that it was all worth it.

“You know that I like making time to support you, Jake. You’re doing amazing, and I hope you and the other members know that every single day.”

“Thank you, you know your encouragement always means a lot,” he grins.

He reaches a hand to rub the back of his neck, his eyes searching the floor and your shoes before whispering something towards you.

“I, uh, can we talk in private after the show tonight?”

You’re taken aback, hoping you weren’t about to get in trouble for anything. He must’ve noticed your giant floating question marks and exclamation points because he then adds, “No, you didn’t do anything wrong! I just… we just haven’t gotten to catch up this whole week.”

You nod. “Yeah, we can definitely talk. I’ll be watching from the pit close to backstage somewhere, so I can find you after—”

“I’ll come find you,” he interrupts, his hand reaching towards your arm.

You feel your cheeks turn hot at the feel of his hand against your skin, and desperately try to bite your lip to make the terribly obvious blushing go away.

“Oh, okay,” you try to smile. But at this point, you swear you can almost see a faint blush across his face, too.

“Jake, we’re gonna practice the choreo for the title track,” a booming voice from multiple speakers interrupts you both from the stage. It’s Sunghoon, but once he catches a glimpse of you with Jake he immediately waves hello. You wave back, followed by a wave at Sunoo, then Jay, then Niki, then Jungwon, and finally Heeseung.

“See you tonight, then?” Jake gives you one last, hopeful grin before sprinting back up the stairs and towards the stage.

Enhypen have said their final good-byes to all the Engene present at their last show of the touring season, the curtains closing in behind them and the sounds of their hidden laughter and joy still ringing about the stadium speakers.

You wait in a VIP lounge backstage with a few of the familiar staff you’ve grown to befriend throughout the tour.

I haven’t stopped thinking about Jake this whole show, you thought to yourself. When he put his hand on me, he just felt so… different.

A good different.

You’re too lost in your own thought to notice Jake has snuck up behind you and tackles you into a very annoyingly sweaty hug.

“END OF THE TOUR!!!” He chants with the rest of his members. Eventually you manage you (grossly) push him away and wipe off his sweat with a napkin from a coffee table.

—

Once the members have changed and are about to head towards their hotels for the night, Jake pulls you aside at one point once the staff wraps up the last of their cleaning.

“Come, I want to show you something,” he whispered. He turned a hand towards you, palm-up, and you gently place your hand in his, following him to your destination.

He’s brought you back into the now empty, peaceful venue. You stand with him on stage, looking out towards the thousands of seats that were completely filled only about an hour ago. There’s remnants of confetti, stage gifts, and the shadows of a crowd well-loved who once cheered for their favorite group, Enhypen.

“Your last show? It was beautiful, Jake,” you awe towards the vastness of the venue.

“It was,” he says, and you notice that he still hasn’t let go of your hand. You try not to make it known, in hopes that maybe he’ll keep holding onto you.

“But,” he whispers, his gaze dropping towards the floor.

“But…?” You try to meet your eyes with his. “Is something wrong?”

“Uh,” he stutters, trying to put his thoughts and words together as he had rehearsed in front of multiple bathroom mirrors. “I wanted to say…”

You both stay silent for a moment, until he turns his body towards you and places his left hand into your right. Now, both your hands are in his, his gaze nearly melting yours in place.

“I wouldn’t know a better time to tell you this except here, in front of this venue,” he whispers.

“I want you to know that, firstly, thank you from the bottom of my heart for having come to many of our shows throughout this tour. I know it’s an effort from you physically just as much as it is emotionally.”

“Jake, you know I wouldn’t mind any of that as long as it means getting to see you do what you love.” You offer him your most genuine smile.

“Yeah, I know that. But you know, you coming along to our shows has also caused you and I to get to know each other… much… closer? Like, you were my good friend before, but now I feel that you mean more to me than you might think.”

You smile. “I feel that, too.”

“Uhm,” he turns towards the venue, then looks back towards you. “The whole time we’ve been touring, I couldn’t help but realize that… you stood out to me.”

“I’m sorry, I did what?”

“You… you stand out to me. We’ve gone to many countries, many places, many venues, and there will be many more. But… you are still the one person I look forward to being around most.”

Now you’re really blushing.

“Your support and encouragement, I love the most. Your compassion and patience, I love most. Your face in a crowd of hundreds, I love most. You…”

You feel burning tears creep their way up to your eyes, blurring your vision of the precious boy standing before you.

“You, I love most.”

Ah, damn, he actually said it. He actually said it!

“Jake,” you whisper, “do you remember that one song we were singing earlier at soundcheck?”

“The one by Exo?” He wipes a tear off your cheek with one hand. With his other, he reassuringly rubs his thumb across yours.

“Mmhm,” you nod. “If you want me to be honest, the first line of that song is the way I felt about you when I first met you. It’s a feeling that kind of… hasn’t really gone away.”

You can tell the moment that he, for a couple seconds, disassociates in trying to recall the first line to ‘Baby You Are,’ followed by a ridiculous smile once he realized what it was.

“Okay,” he whispers, the grin taking over ear-to-ear now. “That leaves me with only one more thing to ask.”

“Go ahead,” you reassure him.

“Will you let me be your boyfriend?”

You haven’t even finished saying yes! when he gently but excitedly pulls you in for a kiss, his lips parting to meet yours with gratitude and happiness and all the lovely little moments that came in between.

It might be the end of a tour, he thinks to himself, but it’s a sign towards a new beginning with you.

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imsparky2002 · 2 years ago

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Halloween Fun: Part 4

The Akuma class were surprised at how thorough the school had been with decorating every room. It was known that Principal Damocles loved Halloween, but this was a whole new level of commitment. As they entered Miss Bustier's classroom, there were gasps of shock at the decor. Cobwebs everywhere, an eerie fog on the floor, ominous messages and fake blood on the walls, and for some reason, an old phone on the teacher’s desk.

“I am loving this spooky vibe!” Alya said, taking a picture to post on her blog. “They really went all out with this place.”

“Y-Yeah...” Mylene shivered, looking at the fake blood. “It’s r-really detailed.” Ivan gave his girlfriend a comforting hug. “It’s alright, Little Mouse. None of it’s real.” he whispered. “Exactly, the staff just wanted to get into the spirit of the holiday.” Nathaniel replied, holding in the urge to chuckle. The guests hadn’t even shown up and they were already getting spooked!

As usual, Chloe took the opportunity to ridicule and tease her classmates. “Once a scaredy-cat, always a scaredy-cat, Haprele.” Chloe sneered. “It’s just a bunch of lame props! Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!” Mylene just gave her a frown. “Last time you teased me, I got akumatized. Do you want Horrificator to come back for a visit?” she countered. Chloe shut up immediately.

“Yo, where’s Rose and Juleka?” Kim asked, noticing their absence. As someone who was in on the scare, and providing them with his tech, Max jumped in. “Rose is at the dentist.” he said. “And Juleka told me she was out sailing with Luka and their mom.” Nathaniel added. “Juleka would’ve loved all of this.” Marinette admitted. “Yeah, but I don’t think Rose would’ve.” Adrien replied. “A cute peppy girl like her wouldn’t want anything to do with a scary holiday like Halloween.”

GhostRose hid behind the bookshelf, rolling her eyes as her classmates spoke of her as if she were a frightened little child. “We’ll see about that.” JV muttered from her hiding spot inside the fake desk. All of a sudden, the phone begins to ring. Adrien goes to pick it up. He gives a couple of “Ohs” and “Oks” and then says goodbye. He looks puzzled as he hangs up.

“Who was it, dude?” Nino asked. “That was Miss Bustier. She said she thought it would be fun if for Halloween, her ancestor taught the class.” he replied. The class began to mutter in confusion. “Ancestor?” Sabrina asked. “Yes. Apparently, her ancestor Florence used to teach at DuPont, and now her spirit stays here at the school.” he replied. “So I guess her ghost is going to teach us.”

“Oh shit.” Alix said. “I remember looking up the school’s website, and I stumbled on the list of former teachers. Florence Bustier really exists.”

Kim began to sweat and rock back and forth a little. “Come on guys, this is just Miss B pranking us. There’s no such thing as ghosts!” he said nervously. Some of the kids were about to argue with him, but were interrupted when Marinette got a notification on her phone.

“Huh, Aurore just texted me. Says they have some ‘guests’ in their class.” she stated. Mylene got a notification as well and look surprised. “Reshma says they got a vampire.” Mylene replied. “As well as... oh my god! The Phantom of DuPont?” Everyone except for Lila, Alya and Adrien gasped in shock. “What’s that” Adrien asked. As the expert on the subject, Mylene took some time to explain.

“Well, you know our school is hundreds of years old. There’s this old legend about a ghost that haunts the school, mostly the theater. They say he’s caused terrible accidents, but that he also helps sometimes!”

Kim just groaned and started rocking back and forth in his seat. “Aw come on, man!” he complained. “Every time I hear about that... thing, I feel like I'm gonna have a heart attack.” Nathaniel nodded. “One thing’s for sure. The Phantom loves to give people a fright.” he replied. Lila tried yet another attempt at gaining popularity by using her silver tongue. “Oh, I’ve met the phantom before! He can be SO romantic when he wants to be.” Lila blushed. “Most the stories say the Phantom was gay.” Marinette corrected. “G-gay people existed back then?” Lila gaped. The rest of the class looked at her with a “really?” face. Their conversation stopped as a ghostly voice echoed throughout the room.

“Oooooohwhoooo, greetings my dear stuuuuudents! How are yoooou on this fine spooooky daaaay?” it wailed. Marinette had a pretty good idea who this was supposed to be.

“Guys,” she said. “I think this is the “ancestor” Miss Bustier was talking about.”

There was a flash of lightning, and a white translucent figure rose out of the floor. It looked like one of those old Scooby Doo ghosts, except this one was floating from the ground. What the students who were in on the scare knew that this illusion was provided by a projector, holograms, and a bunch of mirrors.

Another flash, and she disappeared once more, reappearing behind Adrien and Alya, causing them to scream. She glided towards them, arms outstretched.

“Ooooooh, I am Miss Boooostier. It’s a pleasure to meeet yoouuu!” she moaned. Alya tentatively smiled and trembled a little as she responded. “H-hello, Miss Boostier. What are you going to teach us?” she asked. The spectre glided away, going through Kim’s body, causing him to yelp in fear.

“Ooooooh, well, befooore we start our frightful histoooory lessons fooor the day, we have soooome guest stuuudents of our oooown to meet!” Boostier said. “Wh-who are the guests?” Sabrina shivered.

Just at that moment, the old phone rang. Since Boostier was unable to pick it up, Marinette went up to put the phone to her ghostly ears. :Helllloooo, Miss Boooostier speeeakinnng!” Boostier answered.

GhostRose gave an ominous chuckle as she prepared to make her entrance.

“Hello... Miss Boostier.” she replied.

And now we have a teacher involved with the scares! Miss Bustier’s a fan of the holiday and decided to some of the students out with this little prank. Next up is GhostRose, so that’ll be exciting. As usual thanks to Weeby for helping me out with the dialogue. Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask for thoughts on the content. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

#miss bustier #caline bustier #caline #miss boostier #florence boostier #florence #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ghosts #ghost #halloween fun #halloween #akuma class

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chicken2potato · 1 year ago

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6/29/23

Chunks, Mk’s cat, was rubbing his face on my phone wanting to be pet. Out of habit I almost said “Hi Mr. Bean”... I really miss him... I caught myself at the last second.

A part of me wants to be your friend. Forget everything. Just so I can laugh with you again and see the cats again.

But I need to remind myself of what happened. How you lead me on so many times. How a real friend wouldn’t do that.

Maybe in another life we could have been friends. Maybe in another life... none of this would have ever happened...

I miss you. But I’m still so mad at you... It’s hard for both of these to be existing at the same time... Because then I get mad at myself for missing you. But I do. I know I said I wouldn’t. I know I said I wouldn’t give you another thought... But the thing is, you’re always on my mind. Was I too harsh?

Perhaps not. You really did hurt me. So fucking much. But that doesn’t change the fact that I miss the good times. I think it’s possible to simultaneously miss you and hate myself for it.

I got a notification a few days ago that my Tumblr is five years old. When I first created it, I used to write on it about you. And then I would look up your old username in hopes that maybe you wrote to me, too. Even now, I find myself looking, checking, to see if there’s anything. But why would there be?

I have a job interview tomorrow. My August is filling up fast with weddings, baby showers, bridal showers, trips, and so much more. I can’t afford it on this one income. I need something else.

I don’t really want to work two jobs. But I want to be there in Alabama and North Carolina for my friends. I want to see them. I want to be there for them. I want to help Cheri and Mk. Mk still hasn’t gotten her disability for her back surgery. She’s been without income for almost a month and half now. Anthony was back to work. But then he went and got a second opinion and found out that his arm is still broken, even though Ant was cleared to go back. So he’s out of work now and waiting on disability, too.

I want to help them. I want to secretly put money in their mailbox and help them pay rent. I want to help them pay groceries and pay their vet bills. I want to be there for Mk because she’s been there for me through so much. Whether it was guy problems or girl problems or family problems or telling me what I needed to hear in the moment, or picking me up when my car died on the side of the highway and still driving me around so I could do the things I needed to, or helping me get through a break up, or helping me financially... She’s quite literally has been like a sister to me. I know I could never truly repay her for everything that she has done for me, but I want to try. I want to give her some kind of peace of mind throughout this terrible situation.

She’s one of the most loyal people I’ve ever met. She’s sent me money before without ever asking for a penny back. She’s always had my back. She’s always loved me, whether I was here in Maine, or living in Kentucky, she was there.

I’ve had so many people walk out on me. She never has once. I want to get a second job, not just because August is crazy busy and I won’t be able to afford it, but also because I want her to be able to afford the basic things she needs in life right now.

Her dad literally gave her money to fill her gas tank up so she could go to the gym this morning. Afterward, we went to Subway and before we went in, Ant and her were talking about how they were going to pay for it. She’s the kindest person ever. She didn’t deserve to be in that car accident. She didn’t deserve to be out of work since January. She deserves so much more and I want to be able to help her.

My plan is to work the morning shift at one job, the night shift at another job (which I just got promoted for, so I will be getting a nice pay raise; I’ve heard it was like $1.60 more an hour), and perhaps dog sitting for my uncle over the weekend.

I’m going to be exhausted. But it’ll be so much better than sitting here on my days off, trying to do fun things with her, trying to go try new restaurants like we always do and seeing and hearing her talk about being able to pay for it.

I know life isn’t just about money. I get that. I try my best to be there for here in other ways, too.

I went to go see her the day after she had back surgery. She was up in Bangor, and it was an hour away from my place. At the time I was just starting a new job after not having one for a month and a half, and I still had no money. She doesn’t know it, but I spent my last $8 to fill my tank up just enough to go see her. I didn’t want her to be alone on the day after. Sure, Ant was up there, and he was going to go see her. But I wanted to be there for her as her friend. I wanted her to know that no matter what I’m always there for her. She’s my best friend. I would do it over again. Even if it meant I didn’t have money for food. Just to be there... I know it must have meant a lot to her.

I want to be there for her now, too.

And another thing... My brother has a tendency to get drunk and call me. He gets all sentimental and it’s a little weird. Anyone who knows my brother knows that he is not the type to show his emotions. He’s said on multiple different phone calls that he wants to help me pay off my debt. When I was without a job, I used my credit cards to pay for groceries, Soba’s cat food (which is $80...wtf), and gas to get to interviews. But no one would hire me. They always said, “We’ll get back to you.” Then I didn’t have money to pay off my credit cards. But I still needed to use them to get gas and eat.

My credit score tanked, and I owe a bit on my credit cards. Not a whole lot. I think like just over $2000. I also owe my landlord $1200. That’s another reason I need a second job. I want to be out of debt. I hate having money in my bank account knowing that it’s not really mine because I owe money to others. I want financial freedom. My brother told me that once he becomes a journeyman and starts making money being an electrician, he’ll send me however much I need to pay it all off, and that he doesn’t expect anything in return. I already owe him $300 because he helped pay part of my rent earlier this year...

My mother used to always hold things over my head. She would do something, and you would think that it was very sweet, but then a week would go by, and she would shove it back in your face if you got into an argument. That taught me to never rely on anyone. And, if for some crappy reason, I did need someone’s help, I always paid them back or did something for them in return. My relationship with my mother was very much like a constant business transaction. Now, I hate asking for help. I hate asking for money. You want to give me money? Okay, but what can I clean to work for it? Can I babysit? Can I do something for you so you won’t hold it over my head later on?

I don’t want my brother to give me three grand in money. I don’t think he would hold it over my head, he said that he wouldn’t. But for the rest of my life, I would know that he helped me out tremendously and I never repaid him. I can’t do that. I can’t be needy. I can’t need help. I need to just put my ass into gear and work jobs and get the money I need. From me, myself, and I.

I’ve always been that way. I think ever since I was young. Mostly from my mom holding things over my head, but also because she was never there. She worked crazy ass hours. If I wanted to do something or needed something, I did it myself.

One time in college I had no money. Well, actually on multiple occasions, but this one time in particular it was really bad. We had laundry on campus; a dollar fifty for wash and a dollar fifty for dry. I had no money. My bank account was in the negative. I desperately needed to do laundry. Like, no clean clothes, taking out ones that don’t smell bad, need to do laundry. My friends wanted to help. But I wasn’t going to rely on them for something as simple as laundry. So, I washed all my clothes in the bathtub and hung them up to dry. I then blow-dried them and they were clean. I did the math, and it took about two days for them to be completely dried unless I just sat there for forever with the blow-dryer. I did that for almost two weeks before I finally got my check from my job. (I hate bi-weekly jobs.)

I’ve always done what I needed to do to get money. To make things work. I once baked cookies and sold them on campus and paid over half of my $710 room and board. It was mostly in quarters and on Cash App, which was kind of embarrassing, but I was also proud of myself that I didn’t have to ask anyone to lend me over three hundred dollars.

Maybe this makes me proud. Maybe I think I’m above everyone else, but I don’t believe that to be the case. I think that just with not having anyone in my childhood, and those who were there hanging things over my head, made me this way. Which I can be happy in one way, because it has made me strong and resilient. But sometimes I wouldn’t mind asking for help without feeling like a complete failure.

But maybe that’s good. Because maybe if I didn’t have the shitty things from my childhood I would have turned into a spoiled moocher.

I could ask the “what if” questions all night long about how I would have turned out if things were different. But things aren’t different. This is how things are. Mk got into a terrible accident. She can’t afford bills. I didn’t have a job for almost two months. I’m trying to catch up on my bills. Rowan was a jerk and yet, I still miss him. This is life. This is how it is. I can’t mope around and feel sorry for myself. Then I would be wasting this life. But I also know that I can’t work three jobs for the rest of my life, because I would also be wasting my life.

Life is about balance. The good and the bad. The hard and the easy. Sometimes we get a little bit of one or the other. Or so it seems. But that doesn’t mean that the other isn’t present.

For example, Rowan. There was good and bad. And the ending was really shitty and bad. But there’s still good. I had the privilege of meeting his wonderful cats. (Especially Bean, who may or may not have been my favorite.) I learned how to walk away from someone who wasn’t healthy for me. I learned how to deal with it without it ripping me apart. I’m like ninety percent sure I have BPD. I’m not diagnosed but I have a lot of the symptoms and I relate to the people that have it. I have the early childhood trauma to cause BPD. I’m just too poor to go to a therapist and get properly diagnosed. With the BPD, I tend to get overly emotionally attached to someone, and then when they leave, it’s like my entire world is falling apart. It happened when things ended with John and I. I quite literally felt like I didn’t know what to do and that everything sucked and nothing was worth it anymore. Just because of a guy I didn’t even date and hadn’t even known for a year yet. Looking back, I know it was way over exaggerative, but that’s how I get sometimes. My emotions are uncontrollable sometimes. I think it’s partly to do with the potential BPD and the PCOS.

I didn’t do that with Rowan. I don’t know if that was because I knew deep down in the beginning that things weren’t going to work out, or if I’m actually making some sort of progress. I’d like to think it’s the latter. I’d like to think I’m becoming more self-aware of my problems, what triggers them, and how to solve the issue. Would this be easier with a therapist? Perhaps. But I’m like three grand in the hole right now. Therapy is out of the question. That’s part of the reason I have this Tumblr. It allows me to let my thoughts escape out and be free. It’s my private little bubble. Is it public? Duh. But no one knows me on here. No one knows who Mk is or Rowan. No one knows who I am or what I do. I could be a 40 year old creepy guy making this all up. Or I could be a 13 year old girl who is creating a life to escape her reality. No one really knows.

I like having this little journal. My mother used to read all the journals I wrote in when I was younger. All of them. Everything. Even the things that I wrote about after I was 18, so she couldn’t use the whole “I’m worried about my young daughter.” I know I would have still been considered young, but I’d still be considered an adult and it was wrong. Either way, I think that it was wrong. I never talked to her because she was never there. And when she was there, she was either wrapped up in her cellphone or condescending me for the very thoughts I would have. Why would I want to tell her anything?

I like that no one personal to me knows about this. One person does. But I don’t really think they read these anymore. And even if they did, I don’t really care.

I like having a place to freely express myself. It’s nice to be able to read what used to go on in my head. Sometimes my head even clears up by then end of an entry and I can tell within my writing that I’m feeling better. I burned all my old journals. That way my mother could never read the again. Never use them against me again. I like that no one can use this against me, because no one knows about it. It’s nice hiding behind a username. Honestly, though, I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard to find, if anyone in my personal life paid attention, they would find this. But I don’t think that they care that much. Which is totally fine with me.

I ought to go to bed. I have that interview in the morning and I’m kind of nervous that I’m going to accidentally sleep through it. I need another job. My cat might have some medical issues, too. Which is going to cost in vet bills and possibly in more medication for her. There’s a potential that the medicine she is on for her skin condition could lead her to diabetes and/or organ failure. So, the vet wants to talk about alternatives. Which is going to be an expensive vet visit and maybe even more expensive things for her. Did I mention that her cat food was $80? For an 8lb bag. It’s ridiculous. Also, my car is shitting the bed. It leaks oil and coolant, hardly starts most of the time, and died on me going down the highway about a month ago. And I do not have the credit to go buy another vehicle nor do I have the savings to buy a cash car. I’m screwed. I need money. I need another job. So, I have to make sure that I wake up for this interview.

Life is weird. Life is complicated and messy. Life is hard sometimes. But it’s also very nice and beautiful and full of amazing friends and family and people who become your family. Also, cats. I love my cat. I wouldn’t trade her for anything. I’m so thankful I adopted her.

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ijustwant2write · 3 years ago

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Sleeping Buddies-Steven Grant x Reader

(GIF credit to @marveldaily)

Summary: Unbeknownst to Marc, Steven has a girlfriend. This girlfriend also doesn't know that Marc exists, as well as Steven's odd sleeping rituals.

Characters: Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Just fluff and it's long

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"Did you really have to be that harsh on those guys?" Steven moaned as he sat up in bed, his body aching.

"Oh, I'm sorry, would you have preferred to be beaten to a pulp back there?" Marc snapped back.

"Alright, alright, I get it. I thought the suit was supposed to be all healing, why am I aching?"

"You slept in a weird position last night."

Steven just shook his head, slowly walking towards the cupboard with cereal in it. As he poured himself a bowl, he heard his phone ding, smiling when he saw who's name popped up.

"(Y/N)? Who's that? And why are you smiling so much?"

Steven ignored him, unlocking the phone and instantly tapping on the notification. He had two messages from her, both sweet, just like her.

'Good morning 😊 hope you're OK after what Donna said to you. That sounds terrible! Sometimes I wish I worked at that museum with you just so I could give her a piece of my mind! 😡 I can't wait to see you this weekend, I've really missed you xx'

Marc was really confused as he read the text. How did he not know about this woman? And how did Steven manage to even talk to a girl?

'Hi, are you OK? I tried to face time earlier but you didn't answer. Obviously it's fine if you're busy, but I'm guessing your sleep is messed up again. Maybe we can go to a doctor together about it? If you want that is, no pressure my love. Anyway, I hope you're sleeping well, I'll message you in the morning as usual. Sweet dreams xx'

"Steven, do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yeah, I do, actually. Why do you sound surprised?"

"What does she look like?"

"None of your business! Besides, it's all messed up now, innit? Now you're in the picture, and how would she react to that? This relationship is still new, I don't want to ruin it."

"You've got to tell her at some point."

"I know but-"

Steven was interrupted when someone knocked on the door. He wasn't expecting anyone or anything to be delivered today. Maybe it was the postman that had a parcel for his neighbours who weren't in. Steven took the blue strip off the door, hiding his body behind the door, he was still in his pyjamas after all. However, his mouth dropped open when his girlfriend stood there.

"Holy shit, Steven."

"(Y/N), h-hi, what are you doing here?" he fully opened the door, forgetting how he looked.

"Sorry, I know I should have called or text before coming over. I just...I was starting to worry about you."

"You have to tell me how you picked up this girl."

"Worry? Why would you worry?"

"It's four in the afternoon. I was supposed to text you this morning and during work like I usually do but I was late today, and then I had to basically cover everyone else so I didn't have time. I've felt so bad."

"No, no sweetheart, why would you feel bad? I'm the one who's been sleeping all day."

"It's a good thing you're not at work today."

"You remembered my schedule?"

"You sent me a copy of your rota, just in case sleep gets the better of you."

"Steven, she's way out of your league."

Steven was slightly offended by Marc's words, but he knew it was true. He too had been shocked when (Y/N) started a conversation with him. She was gorgeous, and one of the best things about her was how caring she was. (Y/N) never asked too many questions about his sleep trouble, she just made sure she was able to help in some way. Even if that meant giving Steven his space and not staying over at each others places.

(Y/N) admitted (just to herself) it hurt that she couldn't lay in bed with Steven. They couldn't watch a film snuggled up on the sofa for fear Steven may fall asleep. Although it wasn't the most important thing, (Y/N) did want to sleep with Steven, as in, make love with one another. Not because she was horny, but because she loved him and she felt that sex was another layer of connection between a couple. However, (Y/N) wasn't going to risk pushing Steven away over sex, he meant so much to her.

"Can I come in?"

She had been at his before for dinner, multiple times, but that's when Steven cleared away the sand and hid his leg shackle under the bed. He totally forgot about that as he invited her in, eyes popping out of his head when he turned around after closing the door. It was too late, she had already seen it.

"Steven, what's this?" she asked, not sure how to take it.

"It's...it's for the sleep, I swear! I used to get up in the middle of the night, end up hurting myself. And, and the sand is to see if I have stepped out of bed. Oh, and this," he held up the crumpled blue tape in his hand,"I put this on the door so I can figure out if I've left the flat."

"You do all this because of your sleep habits?"

Shit, shit, shit, this was it. (Y/N) was going to think he was a freak, she didn't see how crazy he was. He could envision it now. She was going to rapidly pick up her things and scurry out of there, deleting his number and him out of her life forever. He couldn't lose her, she was the best thing in his life right now.

Steven was wary as she slowly approached him, he had no idea what she was going to do or what her reaction would be. (Y/N) looked upset, and he didn't know what that meant. She snaked her arms around his waist, cuddling him close as she rested her head on his chest.

"I'm so sorry Steven. You should have told me about this, I could have helped...somehow."

Steven was so relieved, instantly hugging her back. He didn't realise how much he needed a hug right now. (Y/N) rubbed circles on his back, soothing the tension away. How had he found someone so perfect?

"What? She's not running away? Steven, you've literally found the ideal woman. Either that or she's as crazy as you and me."

"So, you're not running away?" Steven squeaked out.

She squeezed him."No you donut. I'm staying, and I'm going to help. In future, just let me know when you need help, OK?"

"I will."

"So, I was thinking, since I'm here, maybe I could stay over?"

(Y/N) had just come out with it, she had been so nervous about asking. It was a sensitive subject, but she knew she had to just ask, otherwise it would never happen. The wait felt far too long as she saw Steven thinking about it. No, don't banc down now, see what he says!

"You're taking too long to answer buddy."

"Yeah, yeah why not? As long as you're OK with my...sleep habits."

(Y/N) grinned as soon as he agreed, and Steven couldn't ignore that. There was guilt creeping up. It was normal for couples to stay with one another, he kept avoiding that. He just hoped that Marc would take a break this evening and actually let him sleep. Now all he was worrying about was (Y/N) actually being here.

"Uh, I'm afraid the place is a bit messy, I haven't had much time to clean up. And I don't have any food for us."

"Oh, I mean, I can stay another night-"

"No, I didn't mean for you to go away! I, I was just, um, trying to cover myself, like, just explain why my life is such a mess."

She giggled."So dramatic. Why don't we just order a takeaway, and if you want we can tidy up the place whilst we wait?"

He nodded, surprised when he quickly pecked him on the lips. (Y/N) went to grab her phone, looking up where was best to order from. Steven quietly excused himself to the bathroom, letting out a breath as he locked the door. He had to calm down, he was going to have a heart attack otherwise.

"Steven."

Marc startled him, making Steven whip around to look in the mirror. Marc didn't look impressed.

"Would you stop stressing, you're going to start sweating."

"How can I not stress? You're here with me, (Y/N) has shown up, and we've never spent the night together."

"Never?"

"No!"

"She seems sweet, she's gorgeous too."

"Oi, don't look at her, alright? What if I do something wrong?"

"If she's stuck around after seeing the leg shackle, I think you can't do anymore wrong."

"Babe, you want the usual?" (Y/N) called.

"Yeah love, yeah that would be great. Thank you."

"Right, you're going to go out there and have a nice evening, simple as. I don't know why you're acting like this."

"Because I love her!"

Steven started to smirk."You haven't told each other yet, have you?"

"No, didn't want to scare her away."

"Again, I think she would have run after the restraints."

"Yeah, you're right. I've faced monsters and bad guys, this will be a piece of cake."

Marc politely nodded, not wanting to crush Steven's tiny bit of confidence. Steven was smiling to him, straightening out his top and tidying up his hair. He missed Marc shaking his head as Steven left the bathroom, seeing (Y/N) already starting the dishes he had left.

"You didn't have to do those." He said as he stood next to her.

"You look like you need some help babe. No offence."

Steven was hesitant, but he wrapped one arm around her waist, hesitantly kissing the side of her head. She knew he was still new to PDA, so this was very sweet of him. Leaning into his embrace, she almost squealed when he rested his head on top of hers. When he suggested drying up, (Y/N) told him to leave it, drying her own hands before guiding him to the sofa.

"Can I ask about the shackle? Like, how did you decide to use one?"

"I don't know really." they sat opposite each other, but their legs were tangled up, holding hands still."It just got really bad at one point, I was a danger to myself."

"That's terrible. So you've been going through this by yourself?"

He nodded.

"Well, I'm here now. I'm going to help you. Everyone deserves a good night sleep."

"Oh, sweetheart you don't have any of your things with you!"

(Y/N) glanced down at her clothes, almost smacking her hand over her face in stupidity."Ah, yeah, well, I wasn't really expecting to stay."

"You can borrow my stuff if you like."

"Is that OK?"

"Yeah. I'm sure I've got a spare toothbrush too, don't really fancy using the same one do you?"

"No, not really. Thank you babe." she leaned over to kiss him."Do you mind if I get changed into something comfier now?"

"Yeah, yeah. Uh, let me, let me find something for you."

Although he had offered his clothes, he had no idea what to give to her. A t-shirt was fine, maybe a jumper to throw over if she was cold, but what about the bottom half? He only had a spare pair of jogging bottoms, and though they would be huge in her, it was the best he could do. He couldn't deny he was excited to see her in his things, she was going to look so cute.

And once she emerged from the bathroom, he couldn't help but shyly smile at her."You look adorable."

(Y/N) flet herself blushing, he was too cute."If you say so babe. I'm glad you think that anyway."

Marc kept quiet as the couple spent time together, observing Steven's behaviour. He was still dorky and shy, but it was as if they had been together for years. Steven sometimes made bold moves, kissing her randomly, pulling her back into hugs, playing with her hair, they even fed each other; he hadn't seen him this confident before.

Steven did the washing up this time, glancing back at (Y/N) on the sofa, who had now picked up a book to flip through. He caught Marc staring at him in a nearby mirror.

"So, things are going well."

Steven didn't reply, not wanting to look crazy in front of his girlfriend.

"OK, I know you're not going to speak to me but I can feel your heart beating and it doesn't sound healthy. You're just sleeping beside each other, it's not like she's expecting you to have sex."

Steven fumbled with the plate he was holding, quickly recovering before throwing a smile at (Y/N).

"You've got a good one here, Steven. She's in love with you."

It felt weird to hear Marc being sentimental. Why was he being so supportive? Wouldn't he want (Y/N) out of the picture to make it easier for him? But that word, love, Steven wasn't sure if it was the right time. Especially after the things she had seen in his flat.

Steven heard her yawn, looking over his shoulder to see (Y/N) snuggling deeper into the oversized jumper. He remembered she had been at work all day, she hadn't had a day off yet. He wasn't tired, seeing as he slept all day, but he would pretend to be to let her sleep sooner.

"Tired?"

She lazily nodded as she rubbed her eyes."Sorry, long day."

"Don't apologise. We can get snuggled up if you want."

"Snuggled up? Really?"

"Aren't you wide awake?"

"Nah, I can nap. Or I could read for a bit whilst you sleep. I've got a night light I can use."

(Y/N) stood up, stretching as she spoke."Steven Grant, you are the most adorable and sweetest thing I have ever seen."

He blushed, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves. (Y/N) kissed him again before going to brush her teeth, the pair sharing a shy smile before closing the door. Steven rushed to the bed, wondering how on Earth he was going to get rid of all the sand in more or less two minutes. He tried to scoop some up into a cereal bowl but there was too much. He froze when he heard the door open.

"What are you doing?"

"Um, I'm trying to get rid of the sand. For you."

Did this man have any faults? (Y/N) walked over, resting a hand on his back."You don't have to do that. If it helps you then we'll leave it."

"You sure? What if you forget and step in it?"

"It's just sand babe, I can brush it off."

"Thanks. That's really nice of you."

They settled into bed, both a bit sheepish about the ordeal. Why were they stressing? They were adults, two adults who were dating and simply sharing a bed. Nothing was going to happen. Well, Steven hoped nothing would happen, he didn't want to freak (Y/N) out.

He couldn't help but watch as she sat up in bed to take off the jumper, the t-shirt underneath riding up below her bra line. His head whipped away from her once she had taken it off, trying to think of something else. (Y/N) laid down, pulling the duvet up as she buried herself in it. Steven was also under the covers, but had picked up a book from the bedside table, as well as his glasses.

"I love your glasses. You should wear them more often."

Steven chuckled softly."I think I look a bit like a nerd."

"And that's a bad thing? It's cute, yet sophisticated and handsome at the same time."

"Thanks. Perhaps I will wear them more."

"You sure about staying up? I can stay awake for a bit."

"You're shattered love. I don't mind. This is how I spend my evenings anyway."

(Y/N) hesitated before speaking, looking up at Steven with her big eyes."Could we maybe cuddle up whilst you read? You can always push me off if you want."

"And why would I do that?"

(Y/N) shimmied up to him as Steven lowered himself. She rested her head on his chest, one arm draped over his stomach. Steven had an arm around her back, the other holding his book.

"Comfy?" he asked.

"Yeah. I might have to request sleeping like this every night."

"Would you want to stay over again?"

"Are you asking me to?"

"I think so."

"Don't feel forced Steven. I mean, I would love to spend more nights with you."

"Then that's settled then, innit?" he placed a kiss on her forehead, mbefore reaching down and kissing her lips."Goodnight love."

"Goodnight. Don't stay up too late."

Steven had been reading for a while, absentmindedly rubbing gentle circles on her back. She was asleep in minutes. He had to pause his reading a few times to check she was actually breathing she was so quiet. Like always, he didn't feel tired at all, giving up on reading and instead stroking back (Y/N)'s hair.

He wanted to continue this relationship. He really did love her, he had to admit it. However, he didn't want to say it out loud in case he jinxed it. This whole situation with Marc was so complicated and crazy, he didn't know how to go about it.

"Relax, for one night."

Marc was right. He had to at least enjoy this night with her. Leaning over to the lamp, he turned it off, cautiously lying down with (Y/N). She stirred but didn't wake. She held him tighter, wrapping one leg over his. And he didn't panic, Steven embraced it, holding her close.

Steven felt like he had blinked and woken up, though he was used to feeling tired all the time. A smile instantly appeared on his face as (Y/N) woke. Her hair was messy, eyes puffy, yet she was still the most beautiful thing Steven had ever seen.

"Good morning." Steven whispered.

She propped herself up to properly see him."Morning. How did you sleep?"

She had just woken up and her first thought was him.

"Better, still not great though."

"That's still good though babe, better than having a terrible night sleep. And you didn't use the shackle."

"Oh, I totally forgot about that."

"See? There's some progress already."

She slid off him so they were laying side by side, facing each other.

"You're amazing, do you know that?" Steven gushed.

"What? Why?"

"Because, you just are. Someone else might have ran away when they saw what state I was in. But you stayed."

"Yeah, well that's because I-" (Y/N) stopped herself, she was easily going to say it. Oh well, might as well come out with it."Because I love you."

Steven's breath got caught in his throat. She said it. She just said it. She loved him. (Y/N) loved him. Marc could have laughed at Steven's expression, almost wanting to nudge him to say something back before she thought he didn't feel the same.

"I love you." Steven replied, taken back when she dove forward to kiss him.

Their kiss was passionate and long, though Steven kept his hands in a respectable place, and (Y/N) decided against straddling him, no matter how tempting it was. They were breathing heavier when they finally parted, lips feeling puffy, bodies feeling hot.

"I love you." Steven said again.

"I love you."

"It feels good to say that."

"Have you been wanting to say that for a while?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Me too."

They giggled together. They felt like teenagers.

(Y/N) gave him a peck on the lips before sitting up."Mind if I go have a shower?"

"Course."

As she stood, Steven's eyes widened. In the night she had taken off the joggers, leaving her in just his t-shirt, which had also somehow ridden up over her bum, showcasing the thong she had on. (Y/N) knew it had happened, she just didn't feel the need to fix it; and Steven didn't care if it was on purpose or an accident.

"If you don't join her in the shower, then I will."

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rk8connorzz · 2 years ago

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"𝐌𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭" 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Connor decided to come over to hang out a little bit, planning to confess something huge. Something he’s been meaning to do for a while. 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Sorry for not posting much, I’ve been losing motivation and I’ve been very depressed lately. I had nothing to do so I just wrote something that felt right in the moment.

The glacial wind of Detroit's winter bit violently on my skin. The strong gusts of wind splashed my face, my nose and ears turning a rose color. My balcony was always a sort of safe space for me. I did so much up there. I'm able to see all of the city's glorious lights. I looked down, gazing upon the distant lights. Glowing like fireflies dancing harmoniously in the night sky. Earlier, a friend of mine asked to come over for a little. I had no reason to decline, and his company to me was ... pleasing.

He had texted me earlier he would be coming in around 5 minutes, he wasn't much farther out. “Probably was a shitty idea to drink when he's coming over” I grumbled. My head felt terrible. Like someone was drilling my skull open. I threw down my 2nd glass bottle of the day into the trash can sitting just below my feet. My phone lit up brightly. The white light emitting from the screen burned my eyes, which took a little bit to get used to. When I saw the notification, it was from Connor. 'I'm here!' The message read. 'Hey, Siri. Text Connor "Go ahead and come in."'

The AI on my phone beeped twice, signaling the text was sent. I waited for my door to slide open. I was bent over the stone separating me from falling. When I finally heard the door fly open, I was almost ecstatic to see his face. I waved him over and slid my fuzzy jacket over my arms. "Hello! I'm sorry it took so long, traffic wasn't all great today." We both reunited and embraced each other inside our arms. The heat emitting from his synthetic skin warmed me and held me with such great comfort. "No, it's fine. I was just looking at the lights. Do you ... uh. Wanna watch a movie or something?" I moved over to the kitchen to fix him a quick drink. I know he can't orally intake anything other than thirium since he's an android, and I've had to grow accustomed to that. It's always been a habit of mine to fix my guests a drink out of politeness. I opened up the bag of blue blood and poured it into a wine glass. It was the only glass I had inside of the cabinets.

I walked over to him with the drink in hand. Connor had already sat down in front of the TV. I set down the glass on the coffee table in front of him and slid my body into my brown leather sofa. My head filled with thoughts. I always became slightly nervous in his presence, not really intentionally. "Why did you want to come over?" I partially whispered. The glass was in between two of his fingers. With his other hand, he was circling the rim of the glass. Until he finally brought the glass up to his lips to take a drink. He stuttered his words a little bit and looked over at me. "I just wanted to see you. And ... I guess I have something I've been wanting to tell you." His LED circled yellow, then back to the white-blue shade it's normally at.

Connor seemed nervous. Timider. He's never like this. He's a calm and well-put-together man, and it slightly startled me. 'Did something bad happen?' 'Is he sick of you and he wants to abandon you?' Rushing thoughts filled my head. I hated feeling like this. But I just shrugged it off. I grabbed the remote next to me and flipped through a plethora of movies. "Is there anything you wanna watch?" He shook his head 'no' and waved his hand. "Just turn on whatever, it's all right with me." I sighed and clicked on Hulu to play a movie I've loved since I was a kid. Not a very child-friendly one but, my mother didn't seem to give a shit.

"I've never watched Zombieland. Is it good?" Connor asked. "I'd say so. People would disagree but it has some type of charm to it. And I've always loved zombie movies so, I guess I'm a little biased." He huffed out a laugh and set down his half-drunk glass of thirium. He shook his head and sighed, getting ready to tell me something.

"(Name). I've been deviant for almost a full year, and since Markus gave me that freedom, I've been experiencing all sorts of new emotions. Some of them scare me, some others comfort me. With that deviance, comes some new sides of me. I never thought I had. I never thought I would experience it. I was only built to be a machine, nothing more. Before, when I saw you, I didn't feel much. I couldn't feel even if I really tried. But you started to open my eyes. My world used to be black and white, do or don't. But now, everything seems so much more colorful. All thanks to you. All of these emotions I'm feeling for you. Hank says it's ... love. B-but ... I'm just so scared to say anything just in case I'm confusing feelings that are platonic and nothing more .. I-I this is all so new and frightening I-"

Before he could ramble on more, I cut him off by placing my hand on his leg. Clear tears filled the edges of my eyes, threatening to fall down. His face flipped to look at me in my glossy eyes. I weakly smiled before whispering "I love you too, Connor. I was so scared to admit it at first due to fear. I thought you would never be able to reciprocate those feelings but I-" His thirium flowed flawlessly into his cheeks, lighting them up to glow a beautiful blue shade. I quickly pulled Connor into a bear hug, almost squeezing him. He moved his head over to kiss my head. Then, began his own tears. I gave up on hiding my tears, them now falling down onto my cheeks.

Connor pulled away from the hug and before either of us said anything, he quickly took my lips into his. His hand tangled inside my hair. My hand flew to his cheek, my thumb rubbing it up and down. I slid my head to the side, deepening the kiss. Breathlessly, he pulled away to allow me to breathe. He looked down at the floor and took in a shaky breath. I pulled him into one more gentle hug before whispering,

"I love you."

#connor x reader #connor fluff #detroit become human #DBH #dbh connor #Connor Anderson #Connor #RK800 Connor #rk800 #connor rk800 #connor is awkward #i need the sleep #im gonna sob #dbh imagine

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segredosjogados · 3 years ago

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Ce n'est pas - Oscar's night

✨🖤 Part 3

Part 1 here ➡️ Part 2 here

✏️ I didn't want to make this story this big but here we are... I hope you like it as much as I do, 'cause I've been enjoying writing this ❤️‍🔥 [English is not my first language]

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That room was terribly claustrophobic. When you left it to go back to the main room, the air you breathed was completely different. Your face, again, showed sadness and concern. Your manager warned you: "Keep your chin up, smile and greet everyone. Don't let your love life ruin your professional life.". You nodded and kept walking. You took a last deep breath and when you looked up, you cheered, greeted and talked to many people.

Sitting on your chair again, you watched the show keep unfolding. Jack was nowhere to be seen there, which was good because you could focus on yourself, your night.

But on your phone, he made himself present. You had made your instagram notify you whenever he posted, so it did. You saw the "jackharlow tagged you on a picture" and immediately felt your heart drop to your stomach. You quickly opened the notification and saw a picture of you and him on All Stars Game, the picture that went viral. You were wearing red suede pumps and were shooting a three-point ball while Jack's face showed amusement and pride. The caption said "been a baller since a kid / attitude, it ain't fixed / first class and red sleeves / i brought her to Louisville". You got confused at first, were those bars? Were they about you? You've never heard them before; way worse, Jack didn't even give you a glimpse of his next album, so what was the deal here?

The distraction with your phone cost you losing the moment of the night. Everyone was so shocked by what happened on stage that you right away thought that leaving the room for a couple of minutes would not impact your reputation at all.

So you left. You went to the bar trying to catch some new air but it was useless. People came to talk to you to congratulate you, the air was dense in any way. A lot of pictures were taken with many actors. You wanted peace and found something way further than that. But you could pick up your phone and message Jack. This time, he answered expeditiously. And within minutes, he was in front of you at the bar.

"This is not something we should discuss here, ma" he said leaning on your shoulder. His presence itself made shivers cross your spine. He had an effect on you, that was for sure, but tonight you wouldn't surrender.

"Just wanna know the reason why you posted this picture" you said coldly. "I don't like socials, you don't like socials, what's the point?" you interrogated. He looked disappointed.

"Just wanted to show appreciation for my girl." he said plainly. To whom?

"You could have shown appreciation to me by stepping up and being in places where I invited you to go. By being with me. By being a real boyfriend."

"You're not gonna run the list again, are you?" by the time he finished the question, someone with a low raspy voice approached. That voice was unmistakable from kilometers away.

"That's my director right there" the man said coming for a hug, which was unusual because he was very collected in public.

"Hi, Angel" that was the way you called Angus. "I hadn't seen you around, glad to see you now. And what's up with the suit? Looking sharp" you said, smiling, completely ignoring Jack by your side. He felt that. His eyes were in complete disbelief. He didn't know if it was jealousy crumbing up, if it was the whole situation or just the fact Angus came around, hugged his girl and acted like nothing happened. And you calling him... Angel?

"You know wassup... and you, Oscar winner, Versace, Versace, Versace..." he said. It was always so funny talking to Angus in public cause he acted like that, but when you were together you had deep long conversations about everything. He even taught you a little how to skate, and you taught him some basketball moves. Jack didn't know that. And the way he'd learn about it wasn't the best either.

"It's gonna make the pressure go to you to bag this Oscar next year or the Emmys, and you know what for" you assured with a playful tone. Jack was still looking at you both with his mouth a little open now.

"I'm Jack, by the way" he said, coming for a handshake with Angus.

"Ah, man, I know that" Angus said shaking his hand.

"And I'm Y/N's boyfriend too." he completed. You sighed and rolled your eyes. Angus had heard before you complaining about Jack. He wasn't there for your movie première, he wasn't there the moments you most needed him. When you wanted someone to talk to, the good and the bad things, he always came with the "I'm busy" kind of texts and you never noticed how blind for him you were.

Jack saw you eye rolling with absolute anger now. It was disrespectful to treat your boyfriend like that in front of someone who clearly just wanted a little bit of a space to shoot his shot.

Angus face to Jack when the rapper said he was your boyfriend was disbelief. He's heard you complaining about Jack before, so he wouldn't allow you to be sad on the most important day of your life.

"You know Jack boy, if I were you, I'd step up" Angus said, turning to look at Jack and stepping ahead of me. "She's way out of your league right now" he finished. Jack flinched. I frowned.

"The league you're not a part of? I know" Jack answered. He could be a Euphoria fan but that was his girl he had to fight for and he would lose her for no Fezco. Or Angus.

"You know wassup... I was in Paris with her, New York and she's been to more places with me than you. I see her more than you do. I talk to her more than you do. I..." he paused for a second. He was wordy. Too wordy. He might slip words you didn't want to hear or they would cause that party to flip its switch.

"What do you wanna say?"Jack involuntarily raised his voice. Angus looked at you. You didn't want to look defeated so you took a deep breath and looked at them both.

------ part 4 coming soon

🗣 let me know what you think 👂🏾

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow fanfic #fanfic #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you

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kenneth-omega · 2 years ago

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The Fear of Falling in Love

// Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 //

A Kenny Omega Short Fic

** EDITED 28/08/22**

Pairing: Kenny Omega x Female Reader

Summary: You’re a family friend of The Young Bucks who, like Matt and Nick, also became obsessed with wrestling from a young age. During Kenny’s absence from screen you were sourced into AEW by the Bucks and brought into the Undisputed Elite faction. Following the recent fall out between Adam Cole/reDragon and the Bucks over the upcoming Trios tournament you finally get to meet the great Kenny Omega. You eventually become locked into a storyline that starts out fun and harmless but soon turns sour at the prospect of real feelings being hurt and relationships tarnished.

Warnings: swearing, a lil’ smutty near the end, a bit of angst?? (kenny being a jealous ass and reader confronting him),

Word count: 5.2K

A/N: The final chapter of my short fic! I really hope it’s been enjoyable for you guys. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed writing and completing something for the first time in a long while. Also I hope my writing did all these guys justice in terms of their mannerisms and the way they speak, bc I know how annoying it is to read something and be completely thrown out of it bc the person says something completely out of character

Taglist: @unlikelyandrogynousghost @crowleysqueenofhell @beewilko

For Reference:

Dana is Matt’s wife

“The Cleaner” Kenny Omega is Tyson

Cori “The Alpha” Dacre is Y/N

“All Ego” Ethan Page is Julian

The next morning you awaken with a lovely ache between your legs and the warmth of someone’s body pressed against your back.

You open your eyes to see your phone pinging on the bedside table in front of you, reaching over to inspect your notifications.

It’s currently close to 11:30, something which you hadn’t planned for. You were supposed to be meeting the Bucks downstairs to head out for your flight to Ohio!

“Shit.” You hiss, seeing a multitude of missed calls from the brother’s themselves. Looking over your shoulder you see Kenny’s face nuzzled into your neck, still soundly asleep with not a care in the world. You felt terrible for waking him up from his sound slumber, but you knew this was bad.

“Kenny?” You gently poke his arm that remains slumped over you. He flicks you away. “Kenny, wake up.” You prod him more viciously this time, not giving up until his hand snaps up and grabs your poking finger. You look up at his face again to see his eyes are well and truly open, not impressed with the wake up call.

“There better be a good reason for waking me up, doll.” He grumbles, rolling onto his back and rubbing his face with his hands.

“Sorry Mr. Omega, but we’re in deep shit.” You snap, becoming increasingly stressed out as you read through the texts from your group chat with the Bucks.

M: Morning! Not sure if you’re awake yet but we’re downstairs getting breakfast.

N: If you see Kenny tell the motherf-er to hurry. up.

M: Where are you? I just went to your room and you never answered. Is everything ok?

N: Y/N, pick up the phone, this isn’t the time to be playing jokes, I have not had enough coffee for this shit.

M: Seriously, Y/N, call one of us...please?

N: Also, tell Kenny he’s in the shit too if he’s with you, motherf-er won’t answer either!

You show Kenny the texts and he grabs his own mobile hurriedly, checking the onslaught of messages he’s also received.

“I have to go pack.” You gasp, jumping out of the bed and dashing around to grab the discarded clothes from last night. Kenny gets distracted from his phone as he watches you dress, his bleary eyes creasing at the corners as he smiles up at you.

“Something to say?” You half-joke, pulling your shirt over your mess of bed hair to cover yourself and regain some modesty. It was hardly like it mattered, with Kenny having seen more than enough of you last night. Kenny pulls back the covers and gets to his feet. You avert your gaze stupidly, staring at the floor as he approaches you in all his nakedness.

He raises your head with a finger under the chin, bringing your gaze to meet his.

“You’re so beautiful.” He sighs, leaning in and connecting your lips in a feverish kiss, his hands holding either side of your face as you deepen the kiss. It’s only when Kenny’s tongue slips in that you finally pull back, refusing to get side-tracked from the issue at hand.

“Kenny, as much as I would love to stay and revisit our fun time last night, we have a major problem.”

“Matt and Nick will understand.” He hums, kissing down the length of your throat, unable to stop himself from getting distracted. You scoff, bringing his head back up so you can look him sternly in the face.

“As far as the Bucks are concerned this,” You gesture between the two of you, “Is all storyline. Meaning, as far as they’re concerned we didn’t fuck last night and we can’t be doing this in front of people.” Once again you gesture to the both of you, with you currently wrapped up in Kenny’s arms, one of his hands planted firmly on your ass whilst the other rubs gentle circles into your lower back.

All Kenny has to offer to you is a sulky pout. “They’re our best friends. I don't want to keep something like this a secret from them.” You roll your eyes.

“I’m not saying we never tell them. I’m just saying we should be careful, in case...things don’t work out.” You think back to your shower last night, your worries for the future and the concerns you had surrounding how you felt for him.

Kenny sighs, removing his arms from around you, but nodding in agreement, understanding your reluctance. You thank him for being considerate, heading for the front door.

“Wait!” Kenny calls after you before you open it. You pause and look back at him. He dashes over to you, planting one final, longing kiss on your lips. “See you downstairs.” He smirks, nipping your lower lip before he let’s you go for real this time.

You shut the door behind you, standing in the empty corridor of the hotel. Luckily no one is around, so you dash over to your own room and head inside, needing to change, freshen up and pack in less than 30 minutes.

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Well, you managed it!

You exit the elevator into the lobby of the hotel, your luggage in tow, looking around for any sign of the Bucks. You had shot them a message saying you’d be down shortly and apologising for your absence.

You spot Matt on the phone and head over to him, the wheels of your suitcase clicking across the marbled floor. He spots you out of the corner of his eye as you approach, finishing up his call with who you assume to be Dana.

“Morning?” You greet him sheepishly, noticing his unimpressed face. He was in official big brother mode.

“I presume you have an excuse for worrying the hell out of us?” He asks sternly, not bothering to return your greeting.

“I slept in and didn’t hear you knocking. I’m sorry.” You apologise, hoping that this would be enough to get the older brother off your back.

Matt rolls his eyes. “C’mon Y/N, I’m not falling for that bull. We came to your room twice, pounding on the door to get you up! You’d have to be dead to not have heard us.”

You start to stammer, unable to further explain your actions, which only causes Matt to become suspicious.

“Hey Matt, cut her some slack, we stayed up watching some movies and didn’t end up going to sleep till 4.” Kenny appears by your side, two coffees in his hands. His appearance is so quiet that it makes you jump, laughing nervously.

Matt looks back and forth between the two of you, his eyes heavily narrowed as you can see the cogs in his head turning, try to place the reason for the weirdness of the situation.

“You’re a bad influence on her.” Matt eventually shakes his head, turning his attention back to his phone. God, he has no idea.

Whilst his eyes are averted you and Kenny throw each other a look. Yours screams ‘thanks’, whilst his says ‘you’re welcome for me bailing us out of the shit’.

“For you.” Kenny hands you one of the cups. Your heart swells in admiration and excitement. You’d been gasping for one since you’d awoken, feeling well and truly shattered after last evening’s rigorous events. Taking a sip you note that it’s done perfectly as you like it. You cast him a confused look.

“Nick told me your order when I asked what you drank, I’m not psychic don’t worry.” He teases. “I wouldn’t mind knowing what’s going on up there though.” He mumbles in your ear, checking to see Matt is still looking away.

Oh boy, would he.

Matt perks up at the mention of his brother’s name. “You didn’t think to ask if I wanted one?” He asked, slightly offended and eyeing up your drink. Kenny shrugs.

“Sorry man, I thought you’d already have one.”

Matt sighs. “I did, but I drank it waiting for you two sleeping beauties.”

Speaking of Nick, you spot him stalking towards the three of you.

“Glad you could be bothered to grace us with your presence guys.” He notes to you both, not offering much more on the matter. You assume Kenny has already explained your absences to him, not needing any further discussion. “Is the Uber here?”

Matt checks his phone once more. “Round the corner, c’mon.”

You all leave the hotel together, climbing into the car and heading for the airport.

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Having finally made it and spent an hour stood around trying to check into the new hotel, something of a reoccurrence when travelling on the road, you finally get to ditch your bags in your room.

Texting Ethan, you get an address of the toy store he’s currently visiting, so you go to head out and meet up.

Although you’re not a toy hunter, you often enjoy going and looking around at the nostalgic stuff that you remember being advertised on TV as a child.

Nick texts to let you know that him, Matt and Kenny are going out to a nearby arcade if you want to join. You let him know you already have plans to meet Ethan, but will see about catching up later.

You find the store easy enough and search the inside for Ethan and the others. It doesn’t take long, hearing Danhausen’s witty and weird remarks that cause Ethan’s booming laugh to echo out.

You greet Ethan and the others, including Ethan’s phone as he vlogs, seeing everyone is already holding a considerable amount of items to buy.

You follow as they go round the store, picking out something that makes you smile, a cute little Ghostbusters pin that reminds you of the Bucks and Kenny.

Once done, you say goodbye to everyone bar Ethan, as the two of you head to grab something to eat.

You sit down together and chat wrestling amongst other things, until Ethan finally decides to pop the question.

“So what’s going on with you? Last night you seemed…upset.” You sigh in response, unsure how best to approach the subject. You’d text him before what happened last night actually happened, meaning that the circumstances of your dilemma had shifted dramatically.

“Okay. I’m going to tell you something extremely secret that you can’t tell anyone about. Promise?” You stick out your pinkie finger, which Ethan takes with his own, linking the two together in what you both saw as a binding agreement.

“I’m all ears!” He smiles, his interest piqued.

“Ahh fuck, here goes.” You groan, rubbing your temple. “Kenny and I fucked last night.”

Ethan stays quiet for a while, seemingly unable to find a response which worries you.

“I’ll be honest I’m not exactly shocked.” He finally announces, much to your chagrin.

“What do you mean? Julian, this is serious!” You growl, slapping your hand down on the table.

He laughs. “So you guys did some nasty things, it’s just something that happens in wrestling. Think about us for example!”

You have to agree with him. A long time ago, way back before Julian had even gotten married or had his adorable kids, the two of you had been an item on the indies. Nothing super serious or public, but you’d gone out on a few dates and eventually decided that your relationship was really just platonic more than anything. It had meant that the two of you remained extremely close friends however, something you were so grateful for now that you were once again wrestling together in the same company.

“Yes I get that, but understand this. We were never in a hugely public “fake” relationship and we didn’t sleep together!” You counteract his argument, although you can see his confused expression.

“What’s the real issue here Y/N? Because you wouldn’t be this worked up about sleeping with a guy if there wasn’t something else on your mind.”

You let out a frustrated noise, slamming your head forward onto the table. Ethan pats your head comfortingly.

“Do you love him? Is that what all this is about?” He asks softly, his tone tender as he approaches a completely forbidden topic that you had refused to entertain.

Snapping your head up to look at him, you can’t help the tears forming in your eyes, unable to stop the waterworks.

Ethan, upon seeing the tears threatening to spill, slides out of his seat to come be next to you, pulling you in for a large, soft bear hug.

“Oh boy.” He laughs gently, stroking your hair. “You’ve got it bad for him.” Sniffling, you pull away from his shoulder where your head is resting.

“What makes you think that?” You half-joke, your vision still blurry with tears.

“Because I know you Y/N. The Bucks might have grown up with you but I practically lived on the road with you for the past 12 years. I’ve seen you heartbroken before.” He plants a gentle kiss on top of your head, releasing you from his grip so that you could wipe your face and clean up. Once your composure is regained you take a shaky breath.

“What do I do, J?”

Ethan nibbles on his lip in concentration as his brain churns, trying to come up with a solution.

“You should tell him. Be honest and explain that this isn’t just some fun and games whilst you guys have an onscreen story together. If he’s a decent guy he’ll understand. If not…I’ll grab Eddie and we’ll do our thing.” He shrugs the last part off nonchalantly, which makes you laugh.

“Your thing? Which is Eddie kicking the shit out of someone whilst you stand there and say mean things about them?”

He rolls his eyes at your poking comment. “You seem to have this crazy notion in your head that I can’t actually fight.”

You snort, rather unattractively, at his words. “Because you can’t, Julian. You’re about as soft as a teddy bear and as sharp as a plastic knife.”

He shoves you playfully. “Well at least I don’t go around falling in love with Canadian men. Seriously, what is it with you and us? I get we’re super in demand and unbelievably attractive but c’mon! Have a bit of variety.”

You punch him in the pec, knowing it won’t do any harm to him. “Fuck off Julian, that was too soon.” He sticks his lower lip out, feigning upset.

“Boo hoo, you’ve fallen in love!” He teases, still choosing to poke fun, knowing that you won’t stay sullen for long.

“God, you’re so annoying!” You growl, unable to contain the smile on your face, slapping his arm and shooing him back to his seat across from you.

“Ahh but you love me really. Which isn’t a surprise considering your track rec-“

“JULIAN!”

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A couple of hours later after your meal and bit more gossiping, including an actually serious talk about your predicament, the two of you head back to the hotel together. You feel a lot more confident about your current position having talked it over with Ethan, which shows in your stride as you walk confidently alongside him. As you approach the front you notice three men walking towards you, all familiar-looking.

“Shit.” You mutter, grabbing Ethan’s attention as he also spots them ahead.

“Oh this’ll be fun!” He grins, perhaps already plotting how best to embarrass you. You turn to him with a finger pointing in warning.

“Don’t you dare.” You snap, before you become within hearing range of Kenny and the Bucks.

The five of you eventually meet outside the doors to the hotel, stopping across from each other. Nick isn’t fazed at all, having already known you were out seeing Ethan this afternoon. Matt, although not privy to your plans isn’t bothered either, having meet Ethan plenty of times and aware of your guys’ close friendship.

“Hey man, been having fun?” Matt asks, greeting Ethan before looking between you both.

You both nod, with Ethan remaining deathly quiet so as not to say something he shouldn’t, heeding your warning very seriously. You decide to speak for you both.

“Super fun, we went around a nearby toy store with a few other guys for his vlog and then the two of us grabbed some food afterwards.”

During this time you haven’t dared to look Kenny in the eyes once, knowing that as soon as you do he will be able to see straight through you. Which would warrant questions you really didn’t think you could answer right now.

“How was the arcade?” You ask, hoping to redirect the subject off you for the moment. Nick and Matt begin regaling about their time out, talking about a number of really retro games they’d managed to find and play. Kenny doesn’t seem to be talking much and when you finally do cast a glance his way you notice his sullen glare fixated directly on Ethan. Ethan, the poor bastard, seems blissfully unaware, however you can see the dangerous glint in Kenny’s eyes.

Was he jealous?

Somehow you doubted it, but you couldn’t explain his strange behaviour any other way.

The Bucks eventually stop yammering and ask what your plans for the rest of the evening are.

“I’m probably just gonna be in my room, alone.” You cast a glance yet again over to Kenny to see if he picked up your little hint. Nothing.

The Bucks offer for you and Ethan to come and hang out together, which you attempt to politely decline. There’s no time like the present and you feel the urgency to get this weight off your shoulders, and to do so you needed Kenny on his own.

Unfortunately the Bucks don’t decide to take no for an answer, instead opting to guilt trip you, commenting on how they’ve barely managed to see you this week.

Ethan is as hopeless as ever and just nods along, still keeping to your warning. As the five of you go to head in, you can’t stop staring at the back of Kenny’s head, wondering why he’s choosing to blatantly ignore you.

You turn to Ethan and flick him on the back of his head. “You could’ve helped back there!” You hiss under your breath, so as not to alert the others in front. Ethan runs over the sore spot where your finger harshly knocked him, wincing slightly.

“I was trying not to get involved!” He grumbles, shaking his head indignantly, unable to catch himself a break it would seem.

The Bucks take everyone up to their room, having gotten a double-roomed suite in this hotel, unlike their two separate rooms they often purchased. You could see why though, it was lavish and spacious, with its own separate seating area and two doors leading off to their individual rooms.

Once you’re sat down Matt is instantly on his phone, talking about ordering some food, having not eaten anything since you’d landed earlier today. You note how Ethan beat you to a chair, leaving you forced to sit next to Kenny on the loveseat style sofa. Dick.

You throw him a middle finger behind Kenny’s back which doesn’t go unnoticed by Nick who sits across from you, his eyebrow raised in curiosity. He doesn’t choose to comment any further on the matter however, instead returning his attention to Matt’s phone to peruse the menu on Door Dash.

Kenny directs his attention to Ethan once again, asking how the two of you know each other. He isn’t rude in how he approaches the topic, however you note his jaw is set and clenched as he listens.

Ethan is honest, explaining how you met in the same wrestling school back in Canada and remained close friends during your career, wrestling a few mixed tag matches together and even wrestling against one another during a feud. You note how he doesn’t divulge your brief romantic history, something which you are extremely grateful for.

“So you guys were never an item?” He asks bluntly, which catches the attention of the room, setting a cold feeling in your chest.

Matt speaks up. “Have I missed something here?” He asks, eyes darting between you, Kenny and Ethan.

“Kenny, what the fuck?” You snap, ignoring Matt’s question as you turn to face him, wanting to slap the smirk tugging at his lips off his face.

Kenny’s eyes meet yours for the first time since you’d met up outside, his gaze burning a hole into you. He’s incredibly calm and yet you can see the anger battling inside, his eyes a very clear window into his current state.

“You guys seem awfully close. Purely off observation I just thought perhaps you were…seeing each other?” He asks, his head cocking to the side slightly like he had done to you back in the locker room, before he had made his return to TV. You knew this was all a ruse, a dangerous game that he was playing, trying to rile you up.

It was working.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but no, Ethan and I are just close friends.”

Kenny scoffs at your words. “Not my business.” He mumbles under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. Nick suddenly stands up, seeming to have had it with the animosity within the room. You instantly sit back and fold your arms, knowing that Nick is well and truly pissed off and it’s easier to just try to avoid being his target.

“Enough. Someone needs to start explaining what the fuck is going on here, because Matt and I have no clue and something stinks. Kenny?” He snaps, choosing his friend in the hopes that he’ll come clean. Kenny stands up across from him, his height offering that little bit extra dominance over Nick.

“Don’t play that shit with me Nick, I’m not your kid. Talk to Y/N so much if you really want to know!” He gestures at you, before walking past everyone and storming out the room. Nick, Matt and Ethan all take this moment to look at you. Ethan looks apologetic, whilst Nick and Matt continue to wait for you to speak.

You don’t, instead getting up from your seat and charging out of the room, going to find the bastard who had been winding you up since you’d got back.

You see him waiting for the elevator at the end of the corridor and shout his name, storming over to him.

He ignores you and enters the lift, waiting to see if you’ll join him. You do, standing there with unbridled rage as you tap your foot impatiently. You know he’s just waiting till you two have a little privacy before the inevitable implosion happens, so you hold out on chewing his ear off.

When you eventually reach his room he lets you in first, leaving the door to shut on its own behind you both.

“I suppose you expect me to say sorry?” He offers, not seeming the least bit apologetic. You shake your head at him, standing on one side of the room to keep your distance.

“I mean, what the fuck Kenny! What’s your problem with Ethan? I asked you nicely to just keep this thing about us quiet, just for a little while, so we can figure this thing out, but you can’t even do that!” You rant at him, pacing back and forth. “Now Matt and Nick are suspicious as fuck and you’re going around acting like an asshole to my friend, being anything but subtle! What were you thinking?” You groan, rubbing your face with your hands.

“I was thinking about how I don’t want to share you with some other guy!” He growls at you, shoulders heaving as he tries to regulate his breathing.

You bark out a harsh and cold laugh. “Share me?! I’m not with Ethan! More to the point, I’m not with you! We fucked once, Kenny, and nothing more. Right now, that one night doesn’t mean shit as an excuse for how you’ve acted.”

Kenny stalks over to you, having finally had enough.

“I shouldn’t have ever suggested we do this storyline, I knew that it would only spell trouble for me and yet, I couldn’t help myself. Because I wanted nothing more than to spend time with you and get to know you. I tried to stay professional, but you were just so fucking perfect that I started to believe maybe we could actually make this work. I stupidly fell for you and let myself get carried away. So yeah, sue me for thinking that you and I actually make a pretty decent couple!”

Your heart drops at his confession. But there’s a glimmer of hope as you realise that you’re not the only one who was struggling with the whole thing.

“Look, stay here if you want but I’m going for a walk. I need to clear my head.” He scoffs, turning away from you and heading for the door.

“Tyson!” You call out, his name echoing within the room. You’re done playing around with him, deciding that it’s time to come truly clean and if things went sour, fuck it. You’ve done everything you can.

He doesn’t turn to look at you, but you can see he’s waiting for you to speak again, one hand on the hotel doorknob.

“From the second I met you I knew I was screwed. When you suggested this storyline I knew that nothing good would come of it and yet, selfishly, I agreed. I let a stupid crush dictate our careers and I knew the risk of getting involved with you. I’ve paid the ultimate price for this, because now I…”

You swallow the lump in your throat, your eyes burning at the threat of tears.

“I love you, okay? I’m in love with you and today I went to Ethan to talk to him about it, because I couldn’t bring myself to tell the Bucks about you. Not yet. Not without you knowing first.”

He says nothing, not even moving as he continues to stay faced away from you. You approach him slowly, placing a hand on his back to alert him of your presence.

“Ty? Say something…please.”

With a sigh he turns to you slowly, his eyelashes spiked from the wetness of the unfallen tears in his eyes.

“How long?” He asks, unable to meet your gaze.

“I have no idea. But I know I can’t just leave it and hope the feeling goes away. Last night was the endgame for me. The point of no return.” You smile warmly, reaching up to stroke his cheek, his scruff tickling your palm as you do.

“I’m not the easiest person to put up with.” He admits, almost expecting you to bolt, to leave him and change your mind at the last minute. “There’ll be times where I might drive you insane, or say things I don’t mean or have to be away from you for work. Dating another wrestler is even more challenging than dating someone who’s not.”

“You think I don’t already know that? No one is perfect, but I’m telling you that if you want to give this a serious go, I’m yours.”

“Say it again.” He whispers, a hand coming around your waist to pull you closer into him. “Just for me.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with the curls at the nape of his neck you reach up on tiptoe, able to get close enough to whisper it in his ear.

“That’s all I needed to hear, doll.” He hums, reaching down to hook your legs up around his waist, able to hold you up with ease as he presses you up against the wall.

“I can think of a few other things you might like to hear.” You grin, slipping a hand down between you both, able to easily slide your palm over his clothed crotch. He let’s out a soft hiss at your light teasing.

“I’ll bet you’re already soaked, aren’t you?” He groans into your neck, peppering your skin with kisses as his hand slides beneath your shirt, pulling your bra away so as to access your already pebbled nipple.

When his thumb runs over the sensitive bud you arch your back in response, letting out a breathy sigh.

“Thought so.” He smirks.

“Shut up and fuck me.” You growl, growing impatient with his slow, teasing manner.

“Oh, my darling Y/N. I’m not gonna fuck you.” He whispers against your throat, sucking a large purple mark into the skin. It didn’t matter anymore, you weren’t afraid of who knew or saw what he did to you.

You whine in response to his statement, grinding your hips forward in the hopes of retaliation from him. Tyson barely flinches.

“Tonight, I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to worship your body like it’s the very air I need to live.” He rubs a harsh circle over your clothed clit, aware of your desire for friction. “Then I’ll fuck you until you can’t say anything else but my name.”

You let out a soft whimper, the thought sending waves of pleasure to your core. “Please, Ty.” You beg, his mouth once again attached to your neck, sucking a brand new mark just above your collarbone.

“Don’t be a brat, Y/N. I’ll only take longer if you do.” He growls, rutting his hips into yours, his shaft nudging against your clit in an exquisite manner. Your mouth salivated at the thought of his cock plunged deep into your pussy.

The front door to the room suddenly flies open, with Tyson holding onto you protectively, shielding you slightly from whoever had so rudely barged in.

It’s Matt and Nick, with Ethan stood behind them in the corridor, his hand firmly covering his eyes as he shakes his head.

There’s a pause in the room as Matt and Nick stand frozen, their mouths agape in unison. You sigh and hide your face in Ty’s shoulder, unable to stand the embarrassment of being caught like this.

“Is there something we can do for you?” He eventually snaps at the two of them, after neither brother makes a move to leave or say anything.

“Well, no-“

“Not anymore-“

“Great. Now kindly get out of my room.”

Matt and Nick both nod quickly, turning on their heels sharpish to leave. Ethan scowls at them both.

“I told you both to knock! Why would you just run in like that?!” He argues with them as the door slowly closes itself. You can continue to hear their bickering on the other side of the door, with Matt complaining that the door should’ve been locked if you were going to be doing that kind of thing. Nick simply tells Ethan that he’s a dick for not saying something sooner.

The three off them walk off, their voices growing fainter as they continue to argue amongst themselves.

You both take a moment to look at each other tiredly, knowing that there was bound to be an abundance of questions later. But that could wait for as long as you guys wanted it to, as Tyson clicks the lock on the door, ensuring no further interruptions.

“Now, where was I?” He grins devilishly, taking you over to the bed so as to carry on from where you both left off.

Through the night you both exchange ‘I love you’s’ between the sheets and afterwards, as you lie there entwined in each other’s limbs, you both gaze into each other’s eyes, truly fucked out and happy.

The fear of falling in love, gone.

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freakinhorse123 · 2 years ago

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annual shittie appreciation thread <3

@lyraissleepy literally the older sibling i never had lyra you are so cool and I appreciate you so much! One of the best people ever! Love chatting to you mate you’re awesome! Also don’t tell dick legs but he’s pretty cool too

@terrible-leviathan my spouse, my buddy ol pal, terri you’re amazing even though you lost your ass like a year ago <3 seriously though you always cheer me up you’re so great! If we ever meet up irl i am tackle hugging you you cannot escape also your cursed names for the guest stars on the shitstain squad discord are so cursed /pos! You’ve legitimately changed my life and were pretty much the first close internet friend i have had you’re amazing <3!

@fuckingfish1234 dude your art is so cool and you are so great and cool! I really enjoy talking to you mate! Also you have a hand in the cursed names of the shittie friends. It was either Genital fingers or Breasty hair that was your fault (affectionate) but genuinely you’re great to talk to and your arts are fucking awesome and i am so glad i know you i take that back what the fuck was that message fish (/j you’re cool)! also listening to you get into rottmnt was so cool

@sajdd sajdd you are so cool and awesome and we bully you slightly too much (even if you are old) complaining about the mcu occasionally with you is so much fun and watching you bully dick legs to hell and back is hilarious

@filmnoirdetective bones my boy you’re so cool and swag and you get what i mean when i ramble about dc and you’re a rottmnt enjoyer you’re so cool, i really love talking to you!

@daylovejoy seriously love chatting with you you’re amazing and you’re one of the nicest people i’ve met you deserve the world! Fucking love checking my phone and seeing a notification from you

Shitties i’d give all my internal organs just to sit in a room with you all for an hour and talk, it’s been a great year with you all and i’m so glad we’re friends <3

#robin past 7:30 #i had to heavily tone back my appreciation so as not to doxx any of the shitties #it’s been a wild year but having the shitties in it has made it 10x easier to get through #every day i get mad that i cannot hug people through a screen #sitting on call with fish that time and just chatting whilst we both worked was so nice i wanna call with you all more often #but its difficult because timezones and external factors and talking is tiring q-q #but yeah youre all great #side note i was listening to meet me in the woods by lord huron on repeat whilst writing this and it makes me 100% more nostalgic #this is honestly the tumblr equivalent of professing my love from the rooftops #i could just do this in discord but eh #i like this better because its like ‘HEY LOOK I LOVE THESE FUCKERS SO MUCH’ and it just feels nicer

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flosbelova · 3 years ago

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I’ll Always Protect You

florence pugh x fem!reader

warnings: mention of death threats.

word count: 1.7k

summary: you and florence had been dating for a while. when she posts you on her Instagram, you receive a bunch of hate comments and florence defends you and your relationship.

request from @the-loving-quotes

Dating Florence Pugh has been one of the greatest decisions you have ever made in your life. You both have managed to keep your relationship lowkey until she randomly posts you on her Instagram. It was a photo of you looking at this mountain view at sunset from the balcony. She captioned it “My happy place.”

Your heart started to race as soon as you saw a photo of yourself on her Instagram-- and the fact that she tagged you almost made you pass out.

You looked through her comments and let’s just say most of it wasn't what you would have expected. Some were positive-- for example, there were comments that read:

“OH MY GOSH IT CONFIRMED! I'M SO HAPPY”

“I’m so proud of you <3”

“You guys are the absolute cutest!”

Then, there were comments that weren’t so positive. It was a mixture of homophobic comments and comments that said “Florence deserves better.”

Of course, they hurt, but you didn’t mind at first and chose to focus on the more positive comments.

A couple days pass and you also decide to post Florence on your Instagram. As you hit “post,” your phone instantly started buzzing with notifications. Again, the comments were all a mixture of the positives and the negatives. However, you wanted to focus on the positive side and ignored the comments.

You posted Florence on your Instagram story, and you received a lot of DM’s. Although you don’t open your DM’s, you decided to check just for the hell of it. As soon as you swiped to your message requests, you instantly regretted swiping.

“Kill yourself. You don’t deserve Florence.”

Tears started to well up in your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away when you heard Florence come into the living room.

“Dinner’s ready, darling,” she says, holding a wooden spoon.

“Hm? Oh, right. I’ll be there in a sec,” you respond.

“Is everything alright, love?” she walks towards you with a concerned look on her face.

You take a deep breath. “Yes, everything’s fine.” You clench your jaw hoping Florence would drop the subject.

She pouts and looks at you with worry. Florence knows every little detail about you. She knows that nothing is ever “fine,” when it follows with you clenching your jaw. However, Florence doesn’t like to overstep on your boundaries, so she drops the subject and figures she’ll ask you later.

“Alright, love. C’mon, let's eat. I’ve made your favorite,” she says, giving you a soft smile.

You loved Florence’s cooking and you always made sure to compliment her dishes whenever she cooked. However, tonight was quiet. The two of you sat in silence, quietly eating your dinner.

You were grateful that Florence knew to get off your back whenever you were in a mood. That’s one of the things that you appreciated most about her, her ability to understand your emotions and how you cope with them.

You knew that she would eventually ask you what happened as you have both communicated that suffering in silence wasn’t healthy.

You finished dinner early and asked yourself to be excused. You headed to bed as soon as you finished your meal. Florence stayed in the kitchen to tidy up and to give you some more space.

Laying on your side, you couldn’t help but to grab your phone and scroll through your notifications. As hurt as you were already, you were too stubborn to gain some self-control. As terrible as that message was, your comment section got even worse. Not only was it filled with homophobic comments, but you were also getting sent death threats. You had checked Florence’s account and pressed on your photo. You noticed that she turned off the comments.

You felt the bed behind you dip as an arm wrapped around your torso.

“Hi,” Florence whispers, and she rests her chin on your shoulder.

“Hi,” you weakly respond. You sigh as you turn your phone off and place it on the bedside table. You turn around in Florence’s arm and face her.

Florence gave you a worried smile and she wiped the tears on your face. You were so busy scrolling through the hate comments that you hadn’t noticed that tears were falling from your eyes.

“Oh, my love.” Florence places a gentle kiss on your forehead. She then looks at you with worry in her eyes. Florence couldn’t imagine what was going through your mind.

“I know you saw the comments,” she begins, “I saw them too. As soon as I saw the hate comments, I immediately turned them off.”

You sniffled and took a deep breath. “I got death threats,” you say, your voice breaking.

“What?” Florence says, appalled. Florence could feel her heart race and feel herself be filled with rage.

“That’s it, I’m making a post, this is unbelievable,” Florence says getting up to get her phone.

“No, please, you don’t have to,” you plead, “it’ll only make things worse.”

“No it won’t, Y/n, I promise you,” Florence says, already typing in her notes.

“You can’t promise me something that you have no control over,” you say coldly.

Florence pauses. She looks over at you, takes a deep breath and pouts. She stares at you for a while, studying your face. Florence is the type of person to defend the people she loves and doesn’t care if it will give her a bad rep. You just so happen to be one of the people that Florence loves, and she will do whatever it takes to defend you and her love for you.

“It doesn’t matter, what matters is that someone I love is being sent death threats, so please, let me say something,” she says, reaching for your hand.

“I really don’t deserve you,” you sigh.

“You do Y/n, you deserve every bit of me as much as I deserve every bit of you,” Florence says, caressing your cheek.

A few days passed and Florence posted a video on her Instagram regarding the hate you had been receiving.

“To my “fans,” who have sent a tremendous amount of hate to my girlfriend, Y/n, kindly unfollow me. I do not need your negativity towards my relationship with her. The hate you throw at her is hate you throw at me. The death threats you throw at her, are also death threats you throw at me. It is not your place to tell me who I should and should not love, nor is it any of your business. I do not appreciate the comments you have thrown at her. She does not deserve it, and nor do I. I am happy with Y/n. She makes me a better person. So please, leave my relationship alone and stop sending my girlfriend death threats. I will not ask again.”

After watching the video, you were in shock. Even if you had talked about it a couple days prior, you still didn’t expect that she would actually post it. Florence kept the comments on and fortunately, it was filled with massive support from other celebrities. You were grateful.

Florence had an interview with Jimmy Kimmel this week to discuss her recent and future projects. Of course, her video regarding your relationship was a topic of discussion. You stayed backstage and watched Florence’s interview from her dressing room.

“Okay, I think everyone here has seen the video that you had recently posted regarding your relationship,” Jimmy says.

“Yeah, I hope so,” Florence chuckles nervously.

“So tell me, if you’re comfortable, why you had said what you needed to say?” he asks.

“Did you watch the video?” Florence says sarcastically, earning a couple laughs from the crowd. “Um, I figured that I needed to. I mean my girlfriend was getting sent death threats for no apparent reason and it needed to stop.” This earned Florence a clap from the audience.

“That’s fair. God, the internet is so toxic, isn’t it?” Jimmy complains.

“Yeah,” Florence agreed. “Y/n and I had been dating for a while now and we’d managed to keep it lowkey. I just thought that when I’d finally posted her that I wouldn’t receive such horrid comments. Which is why I felt the need to address this because I hate seeing the people I love get hurt.”

A couple people from the crowd “Awwed”

“So, tell me what it is about Y/n that just makes you so in love with her?” Jimmy asked curiously.

Florence smiled as she thought about the things that she loved most about you. “Her smile was something that caught my eyes right off the bat. She has such a kind smile and I would do everything just to keep her smiling.”

The crowd “Awwed” again.

“Also, Y/n is so loving. She won’t admit it because she likes to be that “tough” person on the outside, but inside she’s a big softie. She gives the best cuddles. I also love how she makes me tea every time I come home from filming.”

“Aww, that must be nice. I think we all need a Y/n in our life, right?” Jimmy says.

The camera pans to the crowd who was cheering and nodding their heads.

“Well, too bad, Y/n is only one person and I’m the lucky girl who has her,” Florence says wittily.

The crowd laughed and clapped.

“Alright, well it was lovely having you, Florence,” Jimmy says, shaking Florence’s hand. “And that’s all for tonight, we’ll see you tomorrow!”

On the ride home, you rested your head on Florence’s shoulders.

“You really had to call me out, didn’t you?” you ask.

“Yeah, maybe just a little,” Florence says, making a gesture.

You chuckle and look at her. “Did I ever tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid my eyes on?”

“Yes, Y/n, you tell me everyday,” she says, grabbing your cheek.

You smile and close the gap between you. Florence melts into the kiss and moves her hand to the back of your head, running her hands through your hair. You pull away to catch some air and Florence rests her forehead against yours.

“I love you, Flo. Thank you for everything.”

“I love you too Y/n. and don’t thank me, you know I’ll always protect you.”

The End

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