#again as “do you wanna?” she replied with a shocked “you should!” like she couldn't believe that i didn't

[mytherapyisreading14]

Drunk Confessions

Summary: You got drunk during a night out with your best friend and accidentally send your Professor a photo of you in lingerie. Now you try to avoid him, which is not really working.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Category: Smut (18+ MDNI)

Warnings: alcohol consumption, dirty talk, dom!spencer, semi-public sex, hair pulling, thigh riding, spanking, fingering, praise kink, multiple orgasms, oral sex (kinda, he comes in her mouth)

Word Count: 4,6k

Author’s Note: My last posts got so many likes, I didn’t expect that at all, thank you sm!! <3

Your alarm goes off - 8:30am. You groan. Your head is pounding and the sun shining into your room is just way too bright. Your stomach turns and you close your eyes to escape the wave of nausea. You slowly sit up and search for your phone on the nightstand. It feels like your head is going to explode. You reach out and unlock the screen, turning your alarm off.

It's way too early. And you drunk way too much last night. It was a chaotic but nice yesterday, a night full of laughter, way too much alcohol and karaoke. Your best friend celebrated her birthday and you promised to go to your favorite bar with her. You have to smile when you think back to the night and start checking your messages. You see that she already texted you this morning to find out how you are doing.

How are you?

I have the worst headache after last night

It was fun though, wanna go again tonight?

Just kidding, I feel like I need a week to recover from this

You can’t help but laugh and answer her quickly. You are about to put your phone away to finally get ready when a new chat catches your eye. You freeze in shock. It’s your Professors name. The one you’ve been crushing on since you saw him for the very first time.

Back when you found out that you were getting a new professor, you didn't expect much, a lecture like any other with someone who was only concerned with reciting his material. But then he entered. He came through the door and for a moment it seemed as if time stood still. The room, which had just been immersed in the murmur of conversation, suddenly became silent.

He was tall - taller than you expected and his presence filled the room in a way that you couldn't put into words. He wore a simple but elegant suit that somehow effortlessly fit him perfectly. His hair was a little longer, curly and fell slightly over his forehead. And then he looked up. His big, brown eyes met yours and in a split second everything became clear to you. You immediately knew you wanted, needed, this man.

Now you stare at the chat in complete horror. He recently gave you his number for a project. That's how this whole texting thing could even happen. Your heart is pounding in your chest. Obviously you can't remember texting him. You were so drunk yesterday that you can't even remember how you got home.

You open the chat - and your heart stops for a moment. It wasn't just a message that you sent him. It was a photo. Of you, in lingerie. It’s one of your favorite sets, you got it a couple of weeks ago. "I wore this for you today, Professor. Do you like it?” You wrote in addition to the photo.

Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. You just stare at the screen, the picture of you that you should never, ever, ever have sent. And the worst part: He read it. But didn't reply. Confusion and panic spreads through you. You jump out of bed, your feet barely finding purchase on the floor, and your heart keeps racing. You try to think clearly, but your thoughts are a complete mess.

You reach for your phone again and frantically tap on the chat with your best friend, but you pause and call her instead. "Hello?" Her voice still sounds sleepy and hungover. “Oh my God, I need your help!" you gasp and immediately start telling her everything.

The line is silent, then you hear a short laugh. "Wait a minute... what? You did that?" You close your eyes and search for the right words. But before you can say anything, it hits you like a blow. You also have a lecture with him today.

"I’m not coming today," you tell her. “You can't just cancel!" she says immediately, and you hear her getting herself settled in her bed. Her voice sounds determined, but also worried. "You know how it is, our seminar today. We can't miss it. We said that celebrating wouldn't stop us," she says. "Celebrating isn't what would stop me either. Seeing him definitely is," you say and lean back with a groan.

You close your eyes and sink even deeper into the pillows. Your stomach clenches when you think about it. She’s right, You really have to go today. But the text, the picture that you sent him - what if he wants to talk to you about it? Or worse, he reports the whole thing?

"I can't just sit in front of him today and pretend that everything is normal. I sent him a picture of me in lingerie... I can't face him. It's just... it's just too much!" There is silence on the other end of the line for a moment. She still hasn't said anything, and you know she's thinking. Then you hear her take a deep breath.

“Okay, the thing with the picture, that's really... a little crazy. But hey, you can skip the lecture. Just disappear after the seminar and then hide in your apartment. Or you can go and hope that when you run into him, he'll do completely different things after you seeing this photo. I bet you looked hot, was it the new set you recently bought?” she asks and you can hear her grin even though you're on the phone.

Obviously she knows about your crush on your professor. You couldn’t stop talking about him after your first lecture and she took every opportunity to tease you about it. You look at your phone as if it were the only thing that could help you think clearly. Of course she's right. You have to go to your seminar. And you can really skip his lecture. Still, the idea that he might be thinking about it makes your heart beat faster and not just in excitement.

“You're right, I... okay, I'll come," You say after a short pause, but the thought of maybe running into him still makes you nervous. “You'll see, it won't be as bad as you think. You'll get through the seminar, it's only an hour. And then we'll be out and we can take our time for everything else. And you'll just avoid your favorite professor today," she continues to teases.

“Today? More like forever," you mutter and finally get up, even though the thought of getting out of bed still paralyzes you. “See you soon then. I'll shower and get dressed now, then I'll come. Let’s meet outside the building, okay?" you ask. "Sure!" she calls out happily. "See you soon and don’t forget to wear another fancy set for your professor today. Just in case you run into him,” she jokes.

After you hang up you put the phone on the pillow and stand there for a moment, your legs heavy, your head still about to explode. But then you take a deep breath. It'll be fine, you just have get through the seminar. With a sigh, you go into the bathroom and take painkillers first. Then you start getting ready.

You turn on the water and let it run hot. A short time later, you go into the shower. The hot steam envelops you and slowly your body feels a little alive again. The nausea subsides and the hangover becomes more bearable. After the shower, you get dressed in peace - black skirt, a comfy sweater and your favorite sneakers. You quickly walk through the apartment again to make sure you packed everything and when you leave the house, you somehow feel less like a wreck.

-

The smell of freshly served pasta is still in your nose as you say goodbye. You got lunch together after your seminar and it was nice to get a little break and talk about everything that happened. Now you are ready to leave but you still have to go to the library to get a book that you need for your upcoming assignment first.

“I still have to go to the library," you tell her, pulling your bag over your shoulder. “Are you coming with me?” you ask her. “I’m sorry, I have to pick up my sister now. But be careful, you don’t want to run into your favorite professor, or do you?” she teases again. “I’m not going to run into him. I’ll hurry up and leave immediately. I’ll call you later. See you tomorrow," you say and give her a quick wave before you set off.

-

The campus is full of students rushing through the halls, carrying their books around or sitting in groups and discussing. You slip into the library and head straight to the section where the book you need is. Unfortunately it’s at the top of the shelf and you realize that you probably won't be able to reach it. You jump up a few times, but the distance between you and the book just seems too big. You sigh. If only you were a little taller.

As you attempt the jump for the third time, you suddenly feel a presence building behind you. One that seems familiar. Your heart beats faster and a nervous tremor takes hold of you. You turn around and stare straight into Professor Reid's eyes. He is standing just inches away from you and you can hear the soft sound of his breathing.

The look he gives you is almost piercing - warm, but somehow also searching. He leans forward slightly without saying a word and effortlessly grabs the book with one hand. You avoid his gaze as he hands it to you. “Thank you," you murmur, trying to hide the slight nervous tremor in your voice. He nods and stands still for a moment.

"You weren't at my lecture today." You stare at the book in your hands and feel your stomach clench. This is not good. “I..." you take a deep breath. "I haven't been feeling so good. My head..." He waits, his eyes still fixed on you, and you get the feeling that he wants to hear more. You feel his gaze on you and when you finally raise your eyes to look into his eyes, there is a silent understanding, and for a moment you wonder if there’s more. “Sick, or...?" he asks calmly. You hesitate and bite your lip.

"I went out partying with my best friend yesterday, it was her birthday… we drank a little bit too much and... well, I'm not feeling so good today. That’s why I skipped." His expression remains neutral, but something in his gaze changes. You can hardly believe it, but it's almost as if he's interested. He frowns slightly. "I understand," he then says. "But it's not ideal to miss class, especially when important topics are involved."

You nod. “I know, Professor. I won’t happen again.” You just want to get out of this situation, and as you try to take a step back he stops you. "No, wait. I need to talk to you." You pause and turn back to him. "About what? I don’t really have the time -" you begin, pretending you don't have any idea what he wants to talk about, when he cuts you off.

"Doesn’t matter, it’s important. We'll sort it out in my office." His gaze is intense as he steps towards you. The thought of him asking you to come to his office makes your heart beat faster. The idea of ​​being alone in a room with him is tempting. "Okay," you say quietly, unable to prevent a nervous tingling from spreading in your chest. You follow him, even though your legs feel like they're made of jelly.

He leads the way, his steps calm and determined, and you can barely keep your eyes from lingering on his back. As soon as you reach the door to his office, he opens it and lets you enter first. You step in, your heart now beating loudly in your ears. The moment he closes the door behind you, you realize that it is more than just a conversation about the seminar.

The look he is giving you now is not the look of a professor. It is the look of a man who wants more than just academic discussions at this moment. And the thought that you’re alone with him in this room inevitably leaves you nervous and intrigued at the same time.

As the door closes behind you, you’re left breathless for a moment. His office is quiet, almost too quiet, compared to the crowded hallways outside. The room is sparsely decorated, except for the desk covered with stacks of paper and a few personal items. He is still standing at the table, his arms loosely folded in front of his chest and looks at you.

"Sit down," he says calmly, pointing to the chair on the opposite of the desk. You hesitate, then finally sit down, your heart pounding in your chest. The nervous energy inside you grows as you try to organize your thoughts. Before he can say anything else, you can’t hold it back any longer. The words come out of you hastily, almost in a rush, and you feel your body tense.

"The picture, it was a mistake! I didn't mean to... It wasn't meant for you. I was drunk, and it was stupid of me, really. I'm sorry." You look at the table, avoiding his gaze. But as you say the last words, you immediately notice how the atmosphere in the room changes. He remains silent for a moment, but then his body language shifts slightly - his gaze becomes more intense, the tension between you almost tangible.

"Hmm," he says after a pause, his voice deep and calm, "so the picture wasn't meant for me?" You flinch when you hear his question. What exactly does he want to hear? What does he want to know from you? You try to stay calm and answer hesitantly.

"It... it's none of your business." His expression hardens instantly. "It is," he says, and his voice sounds sharper, more determined now. "Because you sent it to me." Your heart beats faster as he continues. "I don't think it was an accident, even if you were drunk. You wanted to send it to me. And you did."

A cold shiver runs down your spine. You open your mouth, trying to say something, but you can't find a way to defend yourself. Instead, you just stay still, looking at your hands, which are resting nervously on your lap.

He laughs quietly, a mocking, almost challenging laugh. "So you're really sure it was an accident, huh?" He slowly leans forward, rests his hands on the table and looks straight into your eyes. The look in his eyes has changed, and something in his expression shows you that he is the one in control.

"Do you really think I haven't noticed how you look at me in class? How you keep watching my hands? How you press your thighs together when I approach you?" His words hit you and you freeze for a moment. Your cheeks burn hot, you feel your heart pounding uncontrollably, but you keep quiet. Everything inside you screams to defend yourself, but you stay silent because you know he’s right.

"I noticed from the beginning, angel," he continues, and a shiver runs down your spine. You can’t believe he just called you that. It turns you on immensely. "I know you didn't just do it because of the party and the alcohol. You also sent it to me because you wanted to." He leans further forward, his presence overwhelming, and you can't help but feel small even as you try to assert yourself.

You open your mouth to say something, but the words stick in your throat. What could you say? That he's wrong? That would be a lie. “You sent it to me," he repeats, his voice now almost like a command. "Because you wanted to show me. And I don't think it was an accident. You were drunk, yes, but you wanted me to see you like this."

Your body is paralyzed. It feels like the room has suddenly become smaller. You can hardly breathe. His words and his look have completely captured you in that moment. “I... uh," you begin, but the thought that he is in control, that he sees you like this at this moment, leaves you speechless and you’re unable form a proper sentence.

He remains silent, only his eyes continue to focus on you. "You have to understand that you can't just play with me like that." His gaze becomes more intense, and for a moment it seems as if he wants to say more but then he slowly stands up, walks around the table and stops right in front of you.

"I'll show you something," he says in a calm but unmistakable voice. "And you will understand why it wasn't just an accident." Your heart beats faster. His hand reaches for your chin, lifting it up and tracing his thumb over your bottom lip. Your breath hitches and you lean closer, craving his touch. “Get up and lock the door for me,” he says and pulls his hand away slowly.

You do as your told immediately and when you turn around, he is sitting on his chair with his legs spread. He looks so hot and you desperately clench your thighs together to relief the pressure between your legs. “Good girl. Come here,” he says and pats his thigh. You shiver in excitement and when he notices a grin spreads across his face.

You go over to him and when you stand in front of him, he pulls you down into his lap. He leans forward to whisper into your ear “That’s what you wanted, right? To be my good girl. That’s why you send me that picture. You wanted to end up here,” he says and places his hands on your hips. You press yourself closer against him and inhale his scent, he smells like cinnamon, peppermint and aftershave, it’s addictive.

However, you get interrupt by his hand reaching into your hair to pull your head back. You gasp in surprise and he leans closer to you, looking deep into your eyes again. “I asked you a question. I expect an answer,” he says and you can feel yourself getting even wetter. “Yes, that’s true. I - I always wanted that,” you manage to say and he releases your hair, satisfied with your response.

Then he leans forward and you finally feel his lips against yours. It’s even better than you always imagined and you start to grind against his leg, desperate to release the friction between your legs. But Spencer quickly stops you. “Did I allow you to move?” he asks and you shake your head.

He sighs in disappointment but before he can say anything you quickly answer him. “No, you didn’t,” you say and his grip on your hips looses a little. “That’s right. I didn’t. And you’re not allowed to move until I tell you to. You’re going to listen to me and do exactly what your told, do you understand?” he asks. “I understand.”

“See, it’s not that hard. You listen to me, you behave and you’ll get your reward. Now, do you want to ride my thigh?” he asks, his hand slowly sliding behind your back to your ass, squeezing it. “Yes, please. Can I?” you ask and he leans forward to kiss you again, his tongue exploring your mouth. When he pulls back you can see his eyes sparkling with lust. “So polite, I like that. Yes, you can,” he says and you finally go back to moving against his thigh.

It feels good, so good and when Spencer starts to slide one hand under your shirt to grab your breasts you press closer against him. You can feel that you soaked your underwear trough and wearing only a skirt, you can already see a small wet stain on his pants. His gaze follows yours and he chuckles. “Someone’s needy,” he says and you nod, leaning against his chest, grinding down more against him.

“Spen - Spencer, I’m going to come,” you whimper but he pulls you back by your hair again. “It’s Sir for you, angel,” he says and you correct yourself immediately. “Please Sir, can I come on your thigh now?” you breath out and he grabs your hips again, stopping you.

“No, not yet,” he simply says and you whine when he stands up and you lose contact. “But I thought - “ you start but he doesn’t let you finish. He turns you around and pushes you down onto his desk. “Doesn’t matter what you thought. I decided I’m not letting you come yet,” he says and flips over your skirt to expose your underwear to him.

“I see, another pair then the ones you wore yesterday. I’ve got to admit, I prefer the other ones, but you look pretty anyway, angel,” he says, sliding his hands over your thighs and your ass. “Last night when you send me that picture, I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he admits and you can feel your whole body reacting to his words.

A wave of confidence flashes through you. “Did I keep you up last night, Sir? Did you have to stroke your cock while you looked at my picture? Thinking about all the ways you want to fuck me?” you ask him and turn your head slightly back to look at him with a smirk on your face. His eyes darken and he tightens his grip.

“Oh you have no idea, angel. I’m going to show you exactly what I was thinking about last night,” And suddenly you feel a harsh smack on your ass. He just spanked you. And you liked it. Your breath hitches and you bit down on your lip to keep quiet. You don’t want anyone to find out what’s going on in here.

His hand strokes the spot he just hit before going further down to pull at your panties. He takes them off and stuffs them into his pocket. You are convinced you’re not going to get them back. Then you feel his long, slender fingers sliding between your legs before he presses onto your clit. You gasp in surprise and try to press against him but his grip on your hips is firm, holding you still.

Then he pushes two fingers inside you. “So fucking wet.” His eyes wander over your body down to your legs hungrily, appreciating every curve and every spot. “I’ve never seen such a pretty pussy. And it’s all mine now. You’re all mine now,” he says. The way his fingers move and the way he stares at you intensely feels just way too good.

When his thumb goes back to your clit, rubbing it in slow circles, you can feel how your orgasm builds up inside of you and you can no longer hold back your moans. “Spencer - Sir, feels so good. Please,… I need more,” You clench around his fingers and he quickly puts a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet. “Shh, be quiet, angel. As much as I would love to hear all these lovely sounds you make, I don’t want to get interrupted. Not now, when I finally have you, after all this time.”

His fingers curl inside you and keep hitting your g -spot. You clench around them, he notices and chuckles. “Can I - please,” you stutter. “Yes angel,” he says, already knowing what you’re asking for and you come around his fingers. You never had such an intense orgasm from foreplay before, but you don’t mind. It’s even better than you always imagined.

He wants to give you a moment to recover but you want more. You somehow manage to turn around, even though your legs feel like they are going to give in any second and push yourself up on his desk. He looks surprised and opens his mouth to say something but you interrupt him by pulling him closer by his tie.

You wrap your hands around his neck and rank your fingers through his soft, brown hair before kissing him. You moan into his mouth and he groans, sending a shiver down your spine. “Thank you, Sir. That was amazing,” you say with a smirk on your face when you pull back. “Now is the time to lose your pants and relax, I want to return the favor.”

“As much as I want to see you down on your knees with your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, we don’t have much time left. Office hour starts in less than 30 minutes. And I need to fuck you. So drop it and spread your legs for me. Now,” he demands and you obliged, sitting further back on his desk with your legs spread.

He takes a step back and starts to unzip his dress pants. When he takes out his cock your eyes widen. He is even bigger than you expected. “Are you on the pill?” he asks while he starts to pump his cock. “I am,” you say. “Good. I want to fuck your pussy and then, since you suggested sucking me off, come inside your mouth. I want you to taste me. You don’t swallow until I say so. Do you understand?” he asks, sliding his cock through your folds to tease you. “Yes Sir, I understand,” you whimper and he wastes no time and pushes inside you.

His first thrust already make your eyes roll back and you feel like you’re going to die from the intense pleasure. Your legs wrap around his waits and your hands are on his back, pressing him even more against your body. Everytime a whimper or a moan escapes your mouth his thrust become deeper, rougher and faster. You can feel him throb inside you and he keeps hitting your g- spot over and over again.

One of his hand is sneaking through your breast, squeezing it and toying with your nipple. You graze his back with your fingernails and make sure to leave marks on him. Your mind goes blank and you lose yourself in the pleasure completely. After a few more thrust you can feel the orgasm building up inside of you. “Close,” you breath out and he nods. “Me too. You can come on my cock now.”

You let go and your orgasm is even more intense than you expected. You moan his name so loud that he quickly covers your mouth with his hand again. He picks up his speed and a few thrusts later he pulls out of you to shove his cock into your mouth. You can feel his cum inside your mouth and taste him, just like he told you to. He watches you closely the whole time while he recovers from his own orgasm.

“Now swallow,” he says and you do. Then he pulls you forward with both of his hands to kiss you. The kiss is different this time, more gentle and caring, not just full of lust. When he pulls back you both smile. “I guess sending you this picture was not bad at all. And I was so worried.” He laughs. “I’m glad you send it, angel. Now I finally have you all to myself. It's a shame I couldn't take more time for you right now. There's a lot more I'd like to do with you,” he says with a mischievous smile on his face. “Why don’t you show me after your office hours, Sir?” you say with a smirk on your face. “Make sure to be here on time, angel.”

[sirxlla]

Non-Emergencies

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Warnings: Fluff, use of Y/N

Prompt: Your Grandma calls 911 to flirt with the firefighters

Notes: Female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

Your grandma needed a little extra help around the house after her hip replacement so you, your mother and father were taking care of her. Currently you were on Grandma duty for the next six hours.

"You should see the firefighters at the station near here, they are just the cutest and the one with the little mark above his eyebrow? Oh, you'd really like him."

You left her alone for five minutes while you got the Uber Eats order and she had already made the call to 911. She put the phone down like she hadn't just commited a crime so of course you expected that maybe she'd called a friend or answered the phone or something, something really benign.

"LAFD, Ma'am are you alright." The 118 had seen your grandmother before, she was a 'frequent flyer' is what they called her. She did often call when she was lonely or couldn't understand how to turn on the tv but she secretly wanted company or to oogle the men.

"Grandma, Why's the fire department here?" You asked with shock and a tad bit of annoyance.

"Is that who I called?" She acted innocent and again like it isnt a crime to call the fire department for nothing.

"That is who you called, Ms. Dotty." Eddie spoke to her and did a check to make sure she's fine cause he has to.

"She's fi-" You started but your grandma interrupted.

"My hearts a little fast but maybe thats just cause of you." The seventy year old flirted with the brunette man.

"Well, arent you a charming showstopper as always, Ms. Dotty." Eddie replied back.

"She doesnt even need anythin-" You start to tell the other man before looking up at him, he had the mark near his eyebrow like she said and god was he beautiful, a killer smile, his hair a bit curly and his eyes were like seas of endles-

"Yeah, we kinda figured but we don't mind checkin up on her." Buck interrupts your thoughts with and you felt weak in your knees as soon as his smile widened.

"Evan Buckley but you can call me Buck if you like, everyone else does." He reached out his hand.

Naturally, due to Buck being insanely charming you were already blushing which caused your grandma to wink at you when Eddie wasn't looking.

"You okay? You seem a little flushed." He retracted his hand and asked you with concern.

"No, I'm good I promise." Trying to hide the blush on your cheeks or the smile of embarrassment that was quickly fighting it's way to your face.

"I heard you boys needed volunteers for the Christmas thing you guys are putting on for the kiddos. I'm sure my granddaughter would love to help out." Your grandma kept trying to play wing-woman for you.

"Well we really do need another woman to help us out and I think she'd be perfect. Can I get your number and I'll just text you the details." Buck said in a slightly flirty tone.

"I wouldnt wanna be a both-"

"Her number is 424-555-7652. Her names Y/N but most people call her Ducky." Your grandma wrote it down and handed it to Evan.

"Awe, Buck and Duck." Eddie starts before their pagers went off with an actual call that wasnt a grandma wanting to flirt with firefighters.

"Well it was lovely to see you, Ms. Dotty!" Eddie packs up the med kit and gets ready to get out of there.

"I'll give you a call, Ducky." Buck says with a blush as he bolts out of there after Eddie.

"I don't know if I should be mad at you or not, Grandma." Still trying to hife the blush or how your eyes had memorized every part of Buck's face.

"I told you he was cute, they both are. If I was younger, I bet the brunette would go for me." Your grandma said with a smirk and a rather large amount of confidence.

"Yeah, I'm sure he would." You laugh a bit, she's always been a little bit of a minx and it was clear that she wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

-> Masterlist <-

[buryhny]

One Night Stand ; 33

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

→ genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au | pregnancy trope | slowburn

→ Jungkook x y/n

→ contains smut, fluff and angst

→ Chapter thirty three ; wc | 7.3 k

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The audacity of the woman to speak disrespectfully shook you so that you couldn't believe your ears. Jungkook couldn't believe it too, Hyein being one of the most influential businesswomen and having a popular reputation was just a facade of her true self.

"Jeon, your young maid's got some attitude I must sa-" "Dare to call her a maid again, and I'll make sure you regret it." Jungkook spoke fast and frustrated in every word, his voice low and dangerous, which almost scared you, too, since his always warm eyes were now icy in anger.

Hyein was taken aback by the intensity of her client's words, which made her frown. you were just as shocked as the woman was, but then you felt touched by his words since it meant that he wouldn't tolerate any disrespect towards you. by now, Jungkook had stood up from his chair, his jaw clenched as the seconds passed, trying his best to control his growing anger.

Hyein glances over at him, then you, she notices from the corners of her eyes that you're pregnant and feel guilty. her team did their research on the CEO of Jeon Industries, his background, and his family, but none was found. they assumed he was a private man, but she couldn't believe that you're related to the man she sat in front of.

her ego does not give her a chance to apologize, so instead, she hums and gets on her feet, guilt in her eyes that she may have called her client's pregnant wife a maid. "I'll be taking my leave now." "Feel free," Jungkook replies a bit too quickly, his tone cool and dismissive, making it clear that he couldn't care less about her departure.

Min collects her documents and papers with a bow before she exits. you look down at the ground and hug yourself with your sweater as Jungkook heaves a loud sigh. "I'm- I'm sorry for what she said. I can't believe how she spoke to you." he murmurs as he walks to you, his palms reaching out to your arms as he looks at you and feels bad that you had to hear the woman's demeaning words.

however, that's not what bothers you anymore. What's taken a space of your mind is how protective Jungkook sounded when he took a stand for you. He didn't consider the implications of his contract or how his tone might impact future clients. At that moment, none of it mattered.

His focus was entirely on making sure that the person in front of him understood just how unwelcome they were. The coldness in his voice and the sharpness of his words were deliberate, designed to cut through any pretence and leave no room for misunderstanding. you smiled and nodded. he examines you for a while and then walks back to the table to get his papers inside the files.

you feel a fluttery movement again inside your belly and smile. It's the 4th time of the day you felt something, and it's like a reminder that you're so close to meeting your little one. your hands caress your belly as you look down at it curiously, Jungkook turns to walk upstairs and glances at you, admiring your bump and it recalls him how someday he's got to do some explaining if you hadn't already noticed his unusual behavior regarding the situation.

"I'm gonna head to bed. Do you need something savoury to have?" "oh no, I'm good." You're so stuffed that the idea of food makes you nauseous. "I'll get your meds. You should head to bed too." he leaves after you nod and follow him. you can tell that he's tired and stressed out. his worn-out features prove it, and you just wanna help him.

Jungkook leans against his shower as the water runs down his back. he'd been worrying about bits of everything, you, the unborn baby, his business, and his hyungs. it seems to suffocate him. He hardly ever has a night of restful sleep, and sometimes he wishes he could run away from everything and everyone, but then his mind shows him a picture of you.

and somehow, a soft smile grows on his face. he knows he likes you a lot. but he doesn't know if he likes you enough to carry a family. "Mama's craving cheesecake so much anyway, Mama loves the beach. she also loves the mountains but she's not very adventurous and is afraid of heights and.. even the water, but she does fine. she can manage pretty well."

As you gently rub the oil on your bump, you talk to your baby, massaging it thoroughly to prevent new stretch marks and help heal the ones that have already appeared. "oh no, don't you worry! I'm not gonna make you afraid, though, you're learning swimming at a young age, and we're exploring the world together."

you say and giggle. "without me?" A voice emerges from the doorway, and as you turn your head, you see Jungkook standing there, smiling, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. he walks towards you and pets Bam on the head who's sleeping on your bed. "I haven't seen this guy the whole day. looks like he's glued to you. barely comes to me for pets."

Jungkook pulls the puppy onto his lap and continues to caress the boy's head, but you can't seem to get his previous words out of your head. 'what did he mean by 'without me?' you think to yourself. "what are you putting on?" the man questions you as he takes the bottle in his hand and reading the label intently. "it's an oil for stretch marks."

"does it help?" his eyebrows quirk, like he doesn't believe or is asking for proof. "it does. look." You turn slightly more towards him, so he faces the bump. He looks down and sees how so perfectly it's formed. it's glistening from the oil and the way your palms rest softly against the curve.

"Mmm, I see some marks, though." he speaks after examining your bump. It's like he doesn't want to believe this oil does its magic. "You should've seen my marks before. It was so dark and... so unpleasant to see. it's gotten so much better now. trust me- let me show you-"

You grab your phone as you scroll through your gallery to find images of your bump. Jungkook sighs, leaning back on his palms as he gazes at you with tenderness. His eyes soften as he takes in the sight of you in your silky pink and white striped pyjamas, which have been pulled up slightly over your bump.

As you sit cross-legged, he notes how your shorts look so tiny and how this seems to be your favourite sitting position. The ends of your hair are slightly damp, and your skincare routine has been completed neatly.

The gloss from the lip balm on your lips catches the light, making it glossy. he could get used to seeing you like this every single night after he's back from work. "If you're done staring at me like a creep, look at this."

You show him a month's old picture of when you first got stretch marks, and it appeared to be much darker. "I see it now." he says, quite surprised at the difference. "they need to go, I heard that men find them unattractive."

Jungkook visibly frowns when he hears you say that. He tilts his head as you throw your phone away. "And where did you hear this information from?" "From...men themselves?" "Ridiculous, stupid, shallow," he says hastily, frustration evident in his voice as he reacts to the information you shared.

Your eyes widen at his sudden anger. "Whoa, sir... okay—" "And why do you care about random men's opinions anyway?" you gaze at him and then the room, trying to find your words. "uh.." Jungkook sighs, he realizes that he's getting angry over something silly. he just doesn't think that way. he loves the way it looks on you.

he grabs your meds and hands you a glass of water. "have them." you do as he says, your eyes watching him from up since he's now towering you as he's on his feet. his hands inside his sweatpants while he waits for you to drink up all 5 pills. "good." he murmurs and pulls the blanket up for you as you slip inside. "good night."

he whispers and places a kiss on your forehead. His lips linger on your skin for a few seconds before he pulls away and gives you his dimpled smile. "Good night, Jungkook." you say and he nods before he leaves the room.

"uh baby...that was weird, wasn't it-?" you ask your little one and chuckle at the man's awkward behavior.

;

the time flies so fast. You don't even realize that there are like 4 days until you hit your 7th month, and you've been horny way too much that you've been helping yourself since you've got no choice.

by this time, it would be cool to know the gender of the baby, but... you're waiting to do it with Jungkook, and if you've got to be honest, you're unsure if that would ever happen.

he's still very nervous, and he freezes each time you talk about the baby. It's like he doesn't know how to react, and it continues to break your heart into pieces.

it's a Sunday, and you're woken up to Jungkook's pats on your shoulder. "Hey.. wake up." "Ugh, Jungkook, get out!" You cuddle your pregnancy pillow tighter as you try to avoid his tappings. "hey, it's Sunday. come on lazy!" he giggles and sits on the bed, beside you.

"Who you calling, lazy? I'm pregnant!" "Yeah yeah, a good excuse!" this has become a daily routine, every Saturday night you would remind him to wake you up early ( you sleep till 12 during the weekdays )

so you could have breakfast at 10 and then have a walk with him and the plan goes long. but you always whine about it when he attempts to wake you up. he watches you and notices how you're trying hard to get back to your dreamland that had been disrupted by him.

"aren't you loving that damn pillow. you never seem to want my cuddles any longer." He pouts, though you can't see him. You glance at him with half-closed eyes, then slowly shift to the right.

Since he's seated with his back against the headboard, your bump comfortably rests on his lap. your hands wrap around his slim waist, and your face presses against his t-shirt. "Mmm, now that's better." You mumble, and he chuckles as he sees you smile. He's aware that your bump is resting on him, and although he's itching to touch it, he doesn't.

"Come on, baby, we've got a lot to do. you planned our Sunday schedule." "Just give me a minute. I hadn't slept well last night." he frowns and runs his hand through your hair. massaging your scalp. "what's wrong?" "just another bad night. my bump itches a lot." his eyes slightly narrow in confusion. "so scratch it?"

you make a whiny sound and get closer to him. "I can't, I shouldn't scratch myself, ugh it's so fucking itchy!" he doesn't understand this at all but he also doesn't wanna do anything. "can I try?" he asks, even though he isn't sure of himself. he quietly wishes you say no but then again he wants to ease your pain a bit, he's not gonna perform an intimate act all he wants to do is scratch your belly.

"no don't scratch-" "I don't have nails, don't worry I'll just rub it." you hum and he places his now slightly trembling hands on your bump. "where does it itch?" you point at the area where your stretch marks show and he fists his palms and rub on it. "mmmm, yeah, oh yeah." you moan at how good it feels. his knuckles are already hard and the technique he uses just makes it so relaxing.

"helping?" "yes, mmfm. yes please don't stop." you whisper and he chuckles. "i've heard those sounds before." he mutters and you hit his chest. "gross!!!" he chuckles.  "I'm gonna do this for a while and then you must wake up, no excuses." "Okay, Mr. Jeon." "fuck it's been so long since you said that." "mm hmm, you have a roleplay kink. Mr. Jeon and secretary."

"okay that's just weird." the two of you laugh as he continues to rub your bump. "please do this every night. I'll sleep so well." he sniggers and nods.

the two of you go out on a walk with Bam, to the nearest playground which is safe for you and him as well as your bump.

This Sunday routine has only recently become a regular thing after he found himself so stressed out about work that he decided he's not gonna work on the weekend and he's just gonna spend some time with you. Honestly, with nothing exciting happening all day, the Sunday plan was just what you needed to keep you going.

"you know, we know nothing about each other." you say as you walk beside him on the pathways that are perfect for strolling and admiring the lovely green shades of the trees you're both surrounded by. the different sections of the playground has their charms, children's slides and swings, benches and tables for picnics, which reminds you how you've never had one in years.

"mmm I agree, i.. don't know anything about you." Jungkook hums as he holds on to Bam's leash, the dog watching around with his tongue out. "we should come on a picnic and talk about ourselves." you suggest and the man beside you stops in his tracks. "picnic?"

he repeats and you nod at his words. "Nah I don't do them." he says and continues to walk, faster than you. In Jungkook's mind, your words immediately triggered a sense of alarm, making him realize that this was an intimate act that he had done long ago.

Although he's shared many intimate moments with you, he still feels that some are too overwhelming and difficult for him to handle. and a picnic? gosh, how fucking cute the idea of it sounds but his stupid self always freaks out. "hey, wait for me." you pace faster as the man began to take larger steps. "I'm a pregnant woman Jeon! you need to slow down." "Sorry ma'am, slipped out of my mind."

he snickers and walks slower. "can we have a picnic today? it sounds so relaxing and I need to get out more." you murmur and pout. "I wanna just stay on the grass and take a nap." Jungkook takes his time, analyses it, and thinks that there's nothing wrong with it. it sounds amazing, he wants to know more about you, he wants to know everything about you too but... fuck it. "picnic today?"

he asks and you nod, super fast. "oh my god!!!" you do your little jumps and it makes him giggle. He needs to move on from his past, and this could be a great opportunity to create new memories with someone special—like you. "calm down, bear."

-

The two of you get back home after the walk and head straight to the shower, eager to freshen up after having a great time and working up a good sweat. "Baby, stop! I know you're excited too, but let me dress up first,"

you gently tell your little one, trying to calm the movements because you're torn between focusing on their wiggles and the excitement of the picnic. You picked out a floral cami dress that's perfect for an outing. It's been a while since you wore anything different, and a flowy, short dress is exactly what you need. The main reason you chose it is because it's so comfortable and you're pregnant so comfort comes first.

Jungkook on the other hand, is busy packing food. You are interested in having a picnic lunch so he's taking out all the stuff you like. "that's a lot of food Jungkook, are you feeding 10 people?" you ask and walk to him. his eyes immediately look up to your voice and see the outfit change.

He feels time stand still as he admires you in that short yellow dress. He notices that the yellow isn't just any yellow; it's a specific shade—Aureolin. The bright, cool tone perfectly complements your skin, making your hazel eyes stand out even more.

Your hair is styled in a low ponytail, with your bangs having grown out, some strands tucked behind your ear while others softly fall across your face. The minimalist jewelry adds a subtle elegance, with two simple rings that gently hug your slim fingers Jungkook is aware of how stupidly he's smiling right now but he can't stop himself, not when you look this good.

"what?!!!" you ask in a high pitched tone as you get closer to him so you can pack up faster. "c'mere."  he says, as he stands beside you, you follow his words and stand in front of him. "yes?" You're blushing, and the warmth is visible on your cheeks. Jungkook notices the minimal makeup you've applied—nothing dramatic, just a soft, glowing look that perfectly complements your overall appearance.

"closer to me." he holds his palm out for you and pulls you closer to him. he looks down at you, how he loves your height. you're just so perfectly built and when you look up at him with those eyes, he can feel himself passing out. "what?" you whisper and he shushes you with his finger.

"let me watch you." he mumbles and you sigh as you wait until he's done 'watching' you. "you're beautiful you know." the words flow out of his mouth like he's memorized them. his eyes move from yours left to right and can't stop admiring you in this little dress that suits you well.

"I know. but what else?" He quietly chuckles when you say those words; he loves the confident, cocky side of you. "everything else baby. you're everything. perfect!" you giggle and he wants to melt away. he leans to you, his forehead hits yours as he breathes in your fruity scent.

the both of you smile as you know what's about to happen. he cups your cheek and tilts his head, his nose brushes against yours before his lips meet yours. you almost pee your underwear because this simple kiss just turned you on instantly and all you can feel is horniness.

His lips press against yours, giving you two gentle pecks before he leans in, his tongue meeting yours, which you eagerly welcome. you grip his white Calvin t-shirt as you push your tongue deeper into his which allows him to leave out a moan. he frowns as the kiss gets aggressive, but more because he feels himself getting turned on too,

and at a much faster pace so he gently pulls away, giving you a couple of pecks, and then he smiles. "we've got to go, darling." "Should we?" you whisper back to him as he leans his forehead on yours and you both take in deep breaths. when he collects himself and realizes what you said it lit a fire in him. 'she wants more?'

he thinks but that stops his mind from going any further, he's got to know about you first. that's more important. "picnic. remember?" he reminds you as both his palms cup your cheek and he looks into your eyes with his doe orbs.

you nod like a child and.. how badly he wants to do more but he satisfies himself with a peck on your forehead. "let's go."

-

Jungkook's casuals might be your favorite thing ever. his outfit for the picnic was white CK t-shirt with dark oversized denim paired with Nike white shoes.

his right thumb has a silver ring and his left wrist is decorated with silver bracelets. and your favorite jewelry he's worn today has to be the long chain and you can't stop thinking about how the chain would fall on your face if he was on top of you.

you may have googled about the slight horniess on Google and it said it was completely normal to feel this way due to hormones and now you can't stop thinking about how high your sex drive is, instead, you focus on the picnic. Jungkook holds the basket of items and you walk beside him while he finds a perfect spot with shade.

"you know, we don't need the shade-" "Yeah but I'm not letting you stay under the sun the whole time." you shake your head, how could you forget how stubborn he can be. "now that is nice." he points at a large tree and walks towards it. he lays a blanket that he found from the laundry and removes his shoes as he sits down with the basket.

"come on." he lends his hand and you nod as you remove your footwear too. "Wait—are those crocs?!! You're wearing Crocs with this dress?" He coughs and laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners and nearly disappearing into crescents from the wide grin.

He even closes them completely and collapses onto the grass, clutching his chest. you frown and rub your bump with a mix of frustration. "Hey, don't laugh at my Crocs! They're comfy, and I'm not here to win a fashion contest. Besides, they go perfectly with this dress in my way!"

Jungkook almost dies, he coughs and scrunches his nose before he lends his hand again. "come, sit." you hold his hand and carefully sit on the blanket. you've still got the look on your face and he wants to laugh again. "babe, you made my day with those Crocs."

"yeah yeah, keep laughing about it." "come to me." he gently pulls you to him and places you between his legs as he places a kiss on your temple. "you're the cutest woman I've met you know." he mutters and you hum as you lean against his chest and play with his fingers.

"I mean it." "so how many other women did you have?" you ask, almost possessively that he catches on. "jealous much?" "oh - get over yourself." you attempt to pull away from his grasp but he holds you tight. "calm down, I was joking." he giggles then he speaks. "I've only ever had one and you know about it.. the rest of them were just flings."

you nod and watch the little kids playing at the playground. Jungkook may have opened up slightly to you but he wants you to tell him about you too, that's what this whole picnic is about. "what about you?" you gulp and then sigh,

he looks down at you, concerned when he's met with a minute long of silence. "we can skip it-" "He's a douchebag. There's nothing more to say about him. He dumped me after 7 months of dating, just 3 months after we got together, claiming he had commitment issues,"

you let out a sarcastic chuckle. "If he had commitment issues then, I can only imagine how many guys will have them once this little one arrives." Jungkook feels a pang in his heart when you mention other guys.

do you not see him as your future? but he can't feel anything because, he's never engaged with the baby and honestly, he can't think of himself as a father. you look up at him and notice how he zoned out so you tap on his arm that is around your neck. "can we skip?"

"Of course. you tell me... what's your favorite color?" "That was so basic, Jeon. I was expecting something more like a mountain or a beach question." he lets out a chuckle. "I love black and purple. lilac purple and you?" "black." "not surprising." you play with the ring on his thumb.

pulling it out his finger and then putting it back, it's fun and satisfying. "I love pasta and desserts-" "The whole world knows that y/n." Jungkook laughs because your favorite food is all that you eat. "yeah but you don't know my favorite dessert." "what is it?"

"I love a good crème brûlée and tres leches cake!!" mmmm- we need to get one before we head home." "Of course baby." He keeps a mental note of all your favorites he locks them away in his memory like precious keepsakes. "I love anything, I don't have a specific favorite but I love pork. the food just has to taste good."

he places his chin on your head as his fingers now caress your neck and cheek. this is so intimate and it feels just right. You slip his ring off and try it on your middle finger, though it's so oversized that it slips right off.

"when's your birthday?" you ask and Jungkook's mood immediately changes. he hates his birthdays, the day does not exist in his calendar. you notice it and frown. "hey?" he shakes his head and tightens his lips. "September 1st."

you nod and say "Mine is February 14-" You turn to face him quickly, your eyes wide and sparkling. "Your birthday is just a few weeks away!" you exclaim with excitement. You've always loved celebrating, and birthdays are your absolute favorite.

he looks at you with raised eyebrows because he can't understand why you're so happy about it, he's surely not. "oh my goodness, this is such great timing!!" "calm down, no one's celebrating anything and- not my birthday." he murmurs and pulls the basket to him so he can take out the lunch he'd prepared for you and him. "but why not?!!"

You pout and complain to him, admitting how much you love planning. Back in Canada, you used to surprise your friends with gifts and cakes, and every year you celebrated your parents' birthdays in such a grand way that it brought them to tears of joy. and well, Jungkook deserves one too.

He suddenly seems uncomfortable and distant as he continues to lay out the food on the blanket, his eyes avoiding yours. you pull his arm and make him look at you, a sigh leaves part his lips. "I wanna celebrate your birthday." His eyes wander from yours, scanning your face, and he realizes he can't keep his distance when you have no idea why he hates his birthday.

so he takes your hand in his and decides that it would be better if just opened up a little more. "my ex dumped me on my birthday and it.. just didn't end well." your lips surprise part and you soon shut them and look around, the reason is valid and you feel guilty for putting him on spot.

"it's okay, you didn't know about it. but I've never really been a fan of celebrating birthdays, it's just another day." "but it's not..." you whisper under your breath and let it slide, you've both come on a picnic to know more about each other not for a birthday party plan.

"anyway what's for lunch?" your eyes sparkle in joy when you see the Cheese and Charcuterie Board that he'd prepared along with some finger food and sandwiches. he's also packed some chips, coffee, and desserts that he's saving for later. "how did you do all this in much less time?"

you munch on a cracker as you sit cross-legged in front of Jungkook. "darling, you're forgetting that I'm a CEO and can get things done in no time." he chuckles and leans against the tree as he snacks on the sandwich he made by hand. "so.. what's your dream vacation?"

you question him as he looks up the sky and sees how the lovely birds fly so high. "Jeju Island. I know it might sound lame unlike Greece or Romania, but I've never been there, and I want to visit someday. yours?" "it might sound funny......but that's my dream vacation too." You say, and Jungkook's eyes widen as he takes a bite of his bread. "Don't lie to me,"

he manages to say, his mouth still full of food. "I'm not!!!" you laugh. "I wanna spend a few nights there when I'm married." "you mean a honeymoon." "yeah yeah, that's what I mean." you both roll your eyes and then burst out in laughter. The two of you spend the next few hours talking about your lives.

You share stories about your life in Canada, like the time you fell off your bicycle and almost fractured your knee, but your father, ever the superhero that you've always called by, saved the day. You find yourself talking mostly about your childhood, while he listens intently, soaking in every word.

You find it hard to sit still for too long, so you spend the rest of the time leaning against his warm chest, you tilt your head up to look at him whenever he speaks or cracks a silly joke. time to time you caress your bump each time you feel the baby kick or move and you always smile wider when you feel it. Jungkook's got his arms protectively around your neck.

Whenever a guy or two passes by and glances down at you—because you're beautiful and pregnancy has only made you more attractive— he won't acknowledge their looks. Instead, he tightens his hold around you even more, making it clear that you're not the one they should be paying attention to. his chin is pressed on your head and you two watch the children play and fall at the park.

"I've got you some desserts." you tilt your head and look up at him with raised eyebrows. "desserts, I hear?" "mm hmm, desserts." he takes them out of the basket and hands it to you. "wait-" you open it up and see a blueberry cheesecake inside the box, packed so cutely with decorations.

"I was craving for cheesecake-" "Yeah I overheard you but I'm kinda mad that you didn't tell me about it before." Jungkook looks at you with a fake frown but you feel so warmed by his act that you place the box down and hug him tight. "thank you so much..." you mumble and he sighs. "you never have to thank me."

He smiles into your hair before you pull away. You look at him, struggling to find the words to express how emotional the cheesecake made you. and he's looking so adorable while he stares, you can't help yourself but get closer to him just to press your lips on his. Jungkook is momentarily taken aback by the sudden peck, his eyes widening in surprise.

But almost instantly, he melts into the kiss, his surprise giving way to warmth and affection. His lips respond gently and a smile follows after. "dig in, baby."

;

play ; 'Juno' by Sabrina Carpenter

The two of you walk home after a stroll around the park. You had long conversations during the picnic, so the walk is now filled with a peaceful silence. Jungkook has been wearing a wide smile throughout the day, and you're busy admiring the trees and atmosphere since it's getting chilly and windy as the night comes by.

"Want to go for a drive?" he asks, and you nod as the two of you arrive at his place. Jungkook sets the basket down in the kitchen and tells you to wait by the door while he fetches the car. This Sunday has been a wonderful escape for both of you—his busy mind finally found some peace, and after being cooped up indoors for so long,

this was exactly what you needed. As you settle into his car, Jungkook hands you control of his Spotify and lets you play whatever you like, so you do. Lately, you've been obsessed with Sabrina Carpenter's album, and this one song that has captivated you so much that you haven't stopped listening to it since the day it was released. 'Juno.'

What you admire about this song is its bold concept—how it captures the intense infatuation where you're so drawn to someone that you even imagine having their child. What's even more interesting is how the track discusses an unplanned pregnancy being dealt with by teenagers.

Although you and Jungkook aren't teenagers, the concept still resonates deeply with you, making it easy to see why you love the song so much. It's relatable in a way that just makes sense. Jungkook hasn't heard this song before, so he tries to focus on the lyrics, but he doesn't have to make much of an effort.

Sitting beside him, you're already humming and harmonizing along with the song, your voice blending beautifully with the music. It makes him chuckle—not only do you sound lovely, but you're also dancing and wiggling in your seat, making it hard for him to keep his eyes on the road instead of on you.

when he realizes the meaning of the lyrics, it hits him how relatable each of them sounds, even the horny part of it and yes he would very much love to try out fuzzy pink handcuffs with you. but when the chorus hits and you sing aloud ;

"You know I just might let you lock me down tonight. one of me is cute but two, though? give it to me, baby. You make me wanna make you fall in love."

It's then that he thinks... one of you is undeniably cute, but two of you? A mini version of you? That would be the best thing in the entire world—

the most precious, most adorable, and utterly perfect thing ever. you turn to him when you scream the last few lines that say ;

"Adore me, hold me, and explore me Mark your territory Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one Adore me, hold me, and explore me I'm so fuckin' horny Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one"

You point at him each time the lyrics say "your" and "tell me." Jungkook can't believe how domestic this feels—it doesn't seem like you're just a couple, but rather like you've been married for five years. Your singing, filled with so much passion and love, makes it feel that way.

He's captivated by the meaning of the words, and the way you point at him and then yourself whenever "me" comes up makes it clear in his mind. You want to share all these moments with him and also want him to affirm that you'll be the only one, the only one for him.

"I love this song so much, it's like she wrote it for me!!!" you scream through the loud music and Jungkook giggles. "yeah... two of you would be the cutest." He whispers under his breath as he drives further away, the darkness of the clouds enveloping the car.

-

the night ends slowly, he drives back home after having a soft serve with you and making a whole mess since it melted way too fast for you to lick. laughs ring in his ears and all that Jungkook knows is that today has to be one of his favorite days in all his life. he's never laughed so hard in so long and he's also not felt loved in so long too.

you doze off during the drive back home and he glances at you from time to time and sighs. you're tired. when he gets home, he stops the car at the entrance and looks at you. he doesn't have the heart to wake you up when you look so comfortable sleeping this way so he takes his time to admire you.

Your lips are parted slightly, your head is tilted as you lean against the door to support your head. Your lashes are incredibly long, and it's something Jungkook is absolutely obsessed with. He watches in awe each time you blink, mesmerized by their length.

he finds himself thinking that the baby you have should inherit those long lashes—it better be so. He imagines how beautiful a mini version of you would be and how it would melt his heart. But then he frowns, suddenly aware of what he's just thought about.

He's never seriously considered having a baby before, beyond seeing it as a responsibility, and he's taken aback by this surprisingly domestic thought. he shakes it away and then pats on your shoulder.

"hey? hey y/n, we're home." He whispers, and you blink with a soft hum as he helps you out of the car, noticing how challenging some things have become for you to do on your own. He guides you to your room, and by the time you arrive, you're more awake.

Jungkook feeds Bam his dinner before he takes a shower and changes into sweatpants and a basic t-shirt. He knocks on your door and notices it's slightly ajar, so he knocks again, a bit louder this time.

He hears you cussing repeatedly and notices your breathing getting heavier and faster. "fuck...mmfmm." Jungkook frowns and knocks on the washroom door. "Everything alright?"

"Yeah—yeah, of course. Showering takes time, you know," you respond quickly, which makes him suspect something's off. He frowns more deeply when he hears what sounds like a moan. It's unclear at first, but when he hears it again, he's sure that you're up to some nasty work.

he bites the inner corners of his cheeks when he thinks of what you're up to so he leaves before you can catch him eavesdropping.

he comes back to your room after you're done showering, and now you're busy rubbing the oil around your belly, while you have a little chat with your baby. "time for meds."

he walks in with the water and vitamins in his hand. he sits beside you after pushing Bam off the bed because the puppy is getting way too much attention from you than he does. "don't shoo him away!" "I'm not! he's just taking my place." you frown take the glass from him and drink up the prescribed meds.

Jungkook watches you for some time as you rub your belly gently. The soft glow from the oil makes your bump look like a delicate, moonlit pearl. he admires you while he bites on his lips like he always does when he's either zoned out or concentrating. you glance at him and frown.

"wanna try it?" you ask and he then looks up at you. "wanna try rubbing the oil?" you ask again with hope in your eyes and he can't say no to you when you look at him like that so he nods and you turn to him fully.

You're doing a little dance inside your head, filled with joy and excitement because Jungkook rarely engages with your bump. His presence and attention in this moment make you incredibly happy and thrilled. He rubs softly for a while, but then he feels something unusual and immediately pulls his hand away.

"Uh—I don't think I should be doing this," he says under his breath so you don't hear him but you do,  he feels a bit flustered. The unexpected sensation makes him feel uncomfortable, and he decides to step back, not wanting to overstep any boundaries. you feel a pang in your chest but you smile and nod.

"that's okay." you whisper and continue to massage your belly. the baby was moving, quite active this hour so you tell yourself that Jungkook probably isn't willing to give himself for this, he probably doesn't know what's happening yet and so you let this slide, even though your heart feels heavy at his action.

Jungkook whispers good night to you and walks out of your room, then he sighs. "I'm sorry y/n, i just can't," he murmurs and walks back to his room.

;

the following days pass by, Jungkook gets busy with work and you find yourself reading the 4th book of the month. you've had funny and lengthy conversations with Hoseok and you've been calling your mom daily has strengthened your relationship with her, creating a deeper bond.

Each day, your sense of becoming a mom grows stronger, filling you with excitement. At the same time, it also brings about concerns when you find yourself overthinking about your future and your child's too.

It's clear that Jungkook seems reluctant to get involved with the child in any meaningful, fatherly way, and it makes you question why. You wonder why he doesn't want to be more involved. Each time you remember his reactions to anything related to the baby, it always leaves your heart feeling sad and unsettled.

He arrives home, exhausted, but he never fails to cook dinner for you, feed you your medicines, and give you a gentle kiss on the forehead. He does everything right, but it still stings that he seems uninterested in the baby.

You try to understand his perspective as well. Life has unexpectedly thrust him into the role of a father, and he's feeling lost and unsure about what to do. It's okay for him to feel this way. You've felt the same confusion, but you've grown to love and accept it, falling in love with the little soul growing inside you.

it's a different feeling as a mother, you connect with the child from inside, from your body, soul and heart. His feelings aren't entirely wrong either; they're just part of his own journey toward accepting this new chapter in his life- or maybe not.

Jungkook texted you that he'd be home late but asked you not to skip dinner, so you waited for him. Lately, though, you've been feeling increasingly out of control due to your hormones—

feeling more restless and aroused than usual. Despite knowing it's just your hormones playing tricks on you, you can't seem to manage these feelings. Even though you can't do much on your own, you still need some kind of stimulation. You turn to your fingers, even though they don't really give you the satisfaction you're looking for.

It's not perfect, but it's something at least. Your fingers reach down under the short dress you're wearing, glad for its convenience. Even though it's tricky to target the area that needs attention, you do your best.

Normally, you'd use the shower because the water stimulation helps you achieve pleasure faster, but you're not going to shower before dinner—since that's not part of your routine—you make do with your fingers for now.

Jungkook sighs in exhaustion as he drops his bag on the couch and takes off his coat. Not finding you in the lobby makes him suspicious, so he heads up to your room. As he approaches, he pauses at the the same sounds from earlier, and they get louder the closer he gets. The noises turn him on, and he's reminded of the night he spent with you.

Unsure whether he should just knock or peek in, he hesitates before finally pushing open the slightly ajar door. There, he sees you, helping yourself with nothing but your fingers. Jungkook's throat tightens as he gulps, and he tries to turn away, but he can't just leave you like that when you're clearly in need.

"Want some help?"

next chapter ⇢

[emthephantom]

☆New Things- Nathan Young☆

Nathan Young x Female!Reader Your Powers are revealed and Nathan helps you Warnings: Brief mentions of sex- No Smut Words: 1250 A/N: Hellooo ghosties, been watching Misfits and thought I'd start writing for Nathan. I hope you enjoy :)

'I just don't get it, we were there and we haven't got any powers, it's not fair.' you grumbled, scrubbing the graffiti harder.

It had been a couple of weeks since the storm and everyone but you and Nathan had powers. It was depressing. Powers or not, you grew close to the gang, becoming good friends with them.

'I'm telling you Y/N, we need to have a quick shag and we'll get some.' the Irish accent chimed, his eyes mischievously gleaming. You were used to Nathan's antics; the constant banter gave you something to look forward to in the mornings, no matter how vulgar.

'Oh shut up, you wanker.' you reply, waving your hand to dismiss him. You begin to return to the task at hand when you hear a crash.

Nathan lays on the floor, not moving a muscle—a trickle of blood leaks from his forehead. Your eyes widen at the boy's state. You drop the brush on the concrete as worry consumes you. Your feet rushed towards Nathan's body. You kneel beside him, delicately placing a hand on his cheek. 'I don't understand what happened,' you begin, 'Did I do something?' you turn to the rest of the group, your eyes watering. Shock filled them while they attempted to send you a look of sympathy, not knowing how else to respond.

You focus your attention back on Nathan. Using your orange jumpsuit, you wipe the blood off his forehead. You continue cradling him, hoping he'll be okay.

'Guess that shag's off the table.' he quietly chuckled.

You breathed a sigh of relief, followed by a stream of apologies. Nathan's cold hand rests on yours, stopping your rambling. His piercing green eyes look into yours, 'Y/N, I'm fine, just help me up.' he smiles.

You smile back at him, scrambling to your feet to help him up. When you join the others, Kelly shoots you a look. She then gestures to your hand- still holding Nathan's. You quickly pull away, feeling your face flush. The probation worker prevents an awkward conversation from happening and allows you to go home. All of you walked back into the community centre, desperate to get going.

As you're getting changed you feel a tap on your shoulder. You spin around, meeting eyes with a certain curly-haired boy.

'Nathan?' you questioned.

'Wanna go for a drink?' he interrupted.

'I'd love to.'

'I'll meet you outside.' he smiled, shooting you a wink. You hurriedly got changed and said a quick goodbye before meeting Nathan in the car park.

The walk to the pub was quiet but comforting. You couldn't stop looking at him; he looked so handsome. You longed to hold his hand again, touch his face, kiss those lips.

'So how are you dealing with your new power?' he quizzed.

'I don't understand it, how come I sent you flying?'

'We'll help you, you know that.'

You couldn't believe what you were hearing, Nathan Young being supportive?

'Thanks Nathan'

He nods in response, continuing the walk to the pub. You're walking in comfortable silence when you feel Nathan throw his arm around your shoulder. The sudden contact sent a shudder through your body.

After what felt like an eternity, you arrived at the bar, finding a table and getting your drinks. It was awkward at first but soon became like heaven. Drinks kept coming and the laughs were never-ending. You didn't want to leave.

'Shit, I should be getting home.' you said

'Do you want me to walk you home?'

'I'd like that.'

You finished the last of your drink and started heading out. The cold night air hit your skin, making you shiver. Nathan walked alongside you, taking notice. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to him. A smile played on your face, you fit so perfectly together, his arm belongs on you. 'It must be a sign' you thought.

You couldn't stop staring at him, thinking about him, wanting him. One question played in the back of your mind, why was he being so nice? His beautiful accent snapped you out of your thoughts, 'Well this is goodbye, for now, no cock reveal just yet.' he joked.

'I'll see you tomorrow.' you smiled sweetly as you entered your home. He sends a grin back and goes on his way. You hover near the door for a while; almost like you're waiting for him to return. Unbeknownst to you, Nathan wanted nothing more than to come back and be in your company.

The next morning arrived and you were sat on the roof, mindlessly kicking a stray bottle. You hear footsteps and feel hands over your eyes. 'Simon is that you?' you tease. Your eyesight returns and the dramatic slap of arms echoes in your ears.

'Really?, of all people you think I'm Simon?'

You turn to look at Nathan, a questioning look on your face- curious as to what he was doing.

'Just thought I'd check up on you' he said, plopping down on a chair across from you. His gaze lands on the bottle you're still fiddling with. His eyes widen and he lunges for the bottle, grasping it before putting it on the wall behind him. He grabs your hands, leading you towards it. You already miss his touch and are tempted to reach out for him.

'Try to break it.'

'What? Nathan, what are you getting at?'

'I'm helping you. Break it.' You sigh and focus on the bottle. Squinting your eyes, you pray something will happen.

Silence...

Nothing.

You huff in annoyance, and your shoulders sag. Nathan places his hands on your hip, the cold feeling of them sinking through the jumpsuit, giving you flashbacks to the night before.

'Try to use your hands, like you did to me.' The reminder of yesterday's events makes a scowl appear on your face. With a sigh, you focus again, your hand in front of you.

Silence...

Crash!

You jump up in excitement, turning to Nathan. He's just as excited for you, his smile stretching to his ears. You throw your hands around him and he sweeps you off your feet, twirling you around. 'You're a good teacher.' you giggle.

'I could teach you other things.' he teases. He puts you down and looks into your Y/E/C eyes. Your hands rest on his shoulders, you're comfortable enough to ask the question that you so desperately need answering.

'Why have you been so nice to me?'

'I saw how much you cared. I might be a right horny bastard most of the time but I feel different with you.'

You both stood there in silence, Nathan gazing at your face. You could tell he was genuinely admiring you, taking you in, like you'd disappear if he looked away. 'So when do you wanna see my cock?'

'Nathan!' you shouted. He let go of you and started running around; hot on his trail you ran after him. Giggles and screams filled the air- a wholesome sound rarely heard at the community centre. Eventually, you caught up to him and he hugged you again, resting his head on top of yours.

'I do like you, seriously.' he whispered.

'I know.'

The other four were watching you from afar, admiring the sweet view.

'You have to admit they are kinda cute.' Alisha spoke.

'You should see what he thinks of her, it's like he doesn't care I can read his thoughts; it's sickening,' Kelly responded, 'But he does like her a lot'

[kazumist]

EPISODE 17 ♡ WHAT LOVE DID TO ME

HOW YOU GET THE GIRL — A SCARAMOUCHE SMAU

masterlist / prev ep / next ep / wc: 1463.

cw: drinking, alcohol, profanities, a pinch of violence (kuni punches someone and gets punched back oops?)

moving on was difficult for kunikuzushi. and he was doing well in taking the baby steps of the process. all he wanted was to drink, drink, and drink in hopes of forgetting you. but fate had other plans for him—because you were right there, with heizou of all fucking people. heizou, the guy who kunikuzushi got jealous of. heizou, the guy that kunikuzushi was worried about before.

heizou, the one who had unknowingly ticked kunikuzushi off already because he looked like him from a distance. 

kuni felt dizzy due to the lights, the loud music, and the smell of alcohol reeking around every corner (as well as the pain of seeing you with someone else). he hated it. but he had no choice but to sit back down at the table where his friends are currently and just decided to chug down the bottle of beer present at the table.

“calm down, kuni. we have all night!” lyney exclaims, taking a sip from his whiskey in hand.

“i don’t. i wanna leave already.” kuni says bitterly back at him.

“don’t be such a kj!” yanfei tells him, nudging him by the arm as she rolls her eyes at her friend. “that’s more of a kj, if you ask me," he replies again, pointing his head in your direction, where you and heizou are currently having your own fun in the conversation taking place. shock was an understatement for the group. “shit, are they…?” lyney couldn't bring himself to finish the question.

“most probably," kunikuzushi scoffs, pouring himself a drink.

“i’m sorry, kuni. but why does he kinda look like you?” lynette couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “oh no, heizou’s hair color is different. the lights just make it seem similar to kuni’s hair, but i have to agree, he does look like you from here," lyney tells her.

kazuha stayed quiet throughout the whole thing. he had witnessed kunikuzushi go through thick and thin for the person his friends were talking about. and he knew things would probably end up like this, but he didn’t expect it to happen so soon.

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“literally who the fuck are all these people?” you asked.

“no idea, i just got invited here," heizou shrugs. watching everyone in view, you swore that he could see a familiar group amongst the crowd. you thought that your imagination was playing with you and that it would be near impossible for you to end up in the same bar of all places, but when you looked again, that’s when you finally realized it.

shit, kazuha’s here. you thought.

and where kazuha goes, kunikuzushi follows.

fucking shit.

you haven’t seen him. not yet, at least. but you prayed that you’d never bump into him. you wanted to give kunikuzushi space, but what are the fucking odds for you to end up at the same bar?

“oh! kazuha’s here," heizou says, his eyes now trailing your friend. that is, until you pull him away from the table and near the smoking area. “hey! where are we going? kazuha was there!” heizou whines.

“dumbass, have i mentioned that i’m literally in the same friend group as kuni, kazuha, yanfei, lynette and lyney?” you said to him, taking a deep breath to calm down. “no, but that doesn’t have to do anything with me. let’s go.” heizou whines at you again.

kunikuzushi was on the other side of the door. he doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, and he just wanted some air since the smoking area is currently unoccupied. but he just can’t help it. he wonders if he should make his presence known or if he should just stay quiet and continue on let time pass in this smoking area. he chooses to do the latter.

“no, you don’t get it, heizou! that means he’s here too," you tried to explain. “who? ahh, kuni?” it took heizou a moment to realize what you were trying to tell him. “wait, shit. okay, shoo. go away. you can’t be seen with me.”

little did they know, kuni was already leaning by the door, listening intently to your conversation.

you, on the other hand, were determined to make things right with him. it took you long enough to realize that you can’t just let him get away from your reach and that you loved him more than you thought. and you’re not gonna let anything stop you from proving yourself to kunikuzushi again.

but you had no idea on what to do. you can’t be seen with heizou, obviously, so you decided to hide.

pushing the door to the smoking area, you found kunikuzushi there.

ah, shit.

kuni, who had just realized who opened the door, was shocked to see you there. “i.. i have to go—”

“kuni, wait—” the door gets slammed in front of your face.

but you weren’t gonna give up so easily. following kuni outside, it would be easy to spot him in the crowd. after all, your mind has memorized every single detail of kunikuzushi that there is to remember.

after a while of avoiding your other friends (for now), you finally spotted kuni. but he was with someone else, a girl to be exact. deja vu, you thought. “you’re cute; i kinda like you.” the girl giggles at him, clearly drunk by the way she’s currently trying to maintain her balance in front of kunikuzushi. “leave.” he says.

“what? nooo. i like you! you’re so handsome," she whines childishly, attaching herself to kuni.

“i told you to leave. i have an ex, you know, and they can hit pretty hard," he says coldly.

the girl left him immediately upon hearing that, not wanting to possibly get hit. 

you decided not to approach kuni yet, so you sat on top of one of the bar stools at the bartender’s table. however, some guy smoothly slid beside you and offered you a drink. “hey, i’ve been looking at you for a while now, and i think you look pretty nice," he says.

“i’m not interested.” you responded to him. “why? i’m rich, i look good, and i can take care of you.” he says, getting even closer. he was being persistent, and it was starting to make you uncomfortable. “i told you i’m not interested.” you tried pushing him away, but he wouldn’t budge.

“do you not know the word ‘no’?” kunikuzushi suddenly appears behind him, pulling him away from you by his collar. 

“the fuck is your problem?” the stranger asks. 

“they clearly said that they weren’t interested. so back off. weren’t you taught basic human manners? how disappointing.” kuni spat out, his eyes narrowing at the man.

“why the fuck do you even care? you think you’re all that? how about a fig—” before the stranger could even finish the word fight, kuni already threw him a punch. and it was strong enough to almost knock the other guy out on the ground. but he wasn’t going to go down without a fight, so he also lands a hit on kunikuzushi’s cheek. people were slowly starting to gather to see the commotion.

“kuni, enough! let’s just go.” you told him. you didn’t want this to grow into a bigger issue. upon hearing your voice, kuni lets go of the guy and lets him fall to the ground. kuni gave the guy one last kick to the shin before he left the area with you.

kunikuzushi leads you to the smoking area once again, and you don’t know if you were trembling out of anxiety or out of shock from what just happened. kuni had his head low, letting the adrenaline die out before he lifts his head up.

but you didn’t expect him to look at you with tears threatening to spill. “are you okay?” his voice breaks when he asked you that.

“i should be the one asking you that.”

“i am if you are," he says, forcing a smile—the same smile that he’d only ever give to you.

“don’t do that to yourself, kuni.” you reached for his hand but he flinched. he flinched.

“i… i wanted to ask you something," you say.

“okay.”

“are you tired? from me? from us?” it pained you to finally pop the question, but it had to be done.

he leans back, looking above for a moment before looking at you again. “i’m getting tired,” he says, letting out a weak chuckle. self pity. “i lost from the start anyway," he sniffles, still fighting back from letting the tears flow.

“but why did you still continue?”

“well, i wanted you to see.” kuni stands up. “see what?” you followed him. 

“what love did to me.” he said, opening the door.

“and just how much power you actually had over me," the door shuts.

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[shatcey]

༺𝓔𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓿𝓸𝓲𝓬𝓮༻

First of all I wanna thanks @mysticsmollpotatoad for the wonderful ideas. After I read them, it was like a nuclear bomb exploded in my head, and everything got out of control. Usually Willy just stands nearby and smiles encouragingly, but now... He was extremely persistent, demanding attention. It's so unlike him... I literally couldn't sleep... So in order to regain a peaceful life, I have no choice but to write the story he told me. It took me a while to find the time to finish the draft, but I'm quite happy with the result. I suppose you were expecting something completely different but... that's how I see it. Lots of thoughts, and I don't like to give the detailed description, hints give more scope for the imagination. The story from his POV. Around 1700 words. Warning: The mention of blood at the beginning. The story begins with a prologue.

Our first meeting didn't make a strong impression on me. I returned the fallen letter to her, and she only smiled shyly and bowed."Another person suppresses their true desires," I thought back then, "you would be much more beautiful if you set your heart free… You just need to take a step forward… maybe someday we'll meet again…"

We met again much earlier than I expected. The same evening.

By an unfortunate fate, she entered exactly at the moment when the man cut his throat. And bright red blood sprayed her face and dress. "How unlucky you are!" I thought. There was genuine horror in her eyes. An incredibly strong emotion. I completely forgot what a normal reaction to death looks like. She froze, staring at the motionless body. She opened and closed her mouth, trying to suck in air that desperately didn't want to get in...

I got up from the piano and her gaze shifted to me. There was so much emotion in her gaze. Fear and shock, the desire that all this was just a terrible dream, questions how? why? …

Come to me, you pitiful robin!- I commanded, but she didn't even move. The question "why" flashed in his eyes and nothing more.

A snort from Jude, a giggle from Alfons, and a surprised "what does that even mean?" from Liam were the only reactions.

She's deaf! - I replied. At my words she exhaled sharply, and suddenly her legs gave way and she fell to the floor. Why did it scare her even more than the corpse? I came closer to her and wiped the blood from her face. Her eyes, huge as cups, looked at me with such horror, as if I were a monster. And she doesn't even know what I'm capable of.

You're coming with us. Can you stand?

She tried to get up, but her legs still wouldn't obey her. I easily picked her up in my arms, her fragile body was shaking with shock and fear. Poor bird... she had to go through so much in one day. And it's not over yet…

What should we do?…

Victor took a dramatic pause, waiting for at least some reaction from us, but no one even thought to voice their thoughts. No matter what we say, Vic and only Vic makes the decisions. But to my great surprise, it was she who spoke.

I won't tell a soul!

Her voice vibrated like a taut string. Hoarse and frail. Clearly she very rarely speaks. But the power in her voice was incredible. She's a fighter. I would never have thought, looking at this fragile, shaking figure…

Hmm…

Victor frowned, as if thinking. But I could tell by the look in his eyes that he had already came up with something.

No one knows that I'm deaf. I can keep secrets...

Nobody knows? She is more than twenty years old, and no one even doubted? Didn't ask why she doesn't talk? How can this be?

Well, from today on, you will be the Fairy tale keeper of the Crown.

And so Kate found herself bound by yet another restriction... not to go anywhere without being accompanied by one of the members of the Crown. Victor assigned me to keep an eye on her. Most likely because our missions are doubly dangerous for a person without hearing. And with my ability, she'll be protected…

Next day

The next morning we went to the city. I thought that in a more familiar environment she would feel more relaxed and finally I would be able to see what she was hiding. But as soon as we were in the main street, my friends started coming up to us every now and then. I’m proud that so many people have found their place in life and continue their journey confidently, not afraid of their desires. But their gratitude is unnecessary. I‘m already happy to see them free. Once again, I felt her gaze on me. Is it too presumptuous of me to think that she is watching me too closely? I looked at her and she smiled at me. How strange… When a person is caught watching someone, they usually feel embarrassed. And here… It was as if she was waiting for me to look at her. Maybe she finally come up with something?

Do you have any suggestions? Maybe you want to go somewhere? To buy something?

She just shook her head, not taking her eyes off me. She continues to stubbornly refuse to speak. I can't figure out why. She took out a notebook and pencil and wrote:

You're very kind.

I read her words and wasn't even surprised. People often notice only what they want to see.

If that's what you think, then it's probably true...

I won't try to dissuade her. If she says what she thinks more often, someday I'll understand what she really wants…

A couple of weeks later

I can say for sure that she has an amazing talent. Because she had to hide her deafness for so long, she learned to read people, their thoughts and desires as easily as breathing. Sometimes I think she's even more skilled than me. But this constant indulgence of other people's desires completely destroyed her own. She reminds me of our kitten, but as a person she has already disappeared into the void. She only thinks about others, never about herself.

William... - her soft voice, which is becoming more confident day by day, brought me back to reality. She started talking a little bit, but it's already much more than it was at the very beginning. I smiled, encouraging her to say something else, anything else. I wanna hear your voice. I wanna know what you desire…

Play... -  She looked at the piano.

It's becoming our little tradition. She can't hear, but she likes to look at me when I'm playing. And if that's what she wants… I'm happy to oblige.

I started playing and she came closer. She still doesn't dare to stand close to the piano, stands at a distance and just looks at me. But it feels like the distance is decreasing every day. For some reason, I don't feel like she's getting closer to me. She hasn't changed much since the day we met. She still refuses to express her desires, no matter how hard I try to convince her to do something for herself.

I finished playing and looked at her. She smiled at me and nodded lightly.

You look happy.

Me? Happy? – I was genuinely surprised. She just nodded. Then a thought flashed across her face and she pulled out a notebook and pencil. She swiftly wrote something and showed it to me.

"You always look a bit sad. But when you play the piano… you are happy"

Is that why you're asking me to do this?

She just nodded.

But I thought that's what you wanted…

I want you to be happy.

Why?

I want all the people I love to be happy.

And... that's why you do what they want...-  it wasn't even a question. I finally got it. She doesn't want anything for herself because she's selfless. For her, happiness is to see dear people happy. She's whiter than white.

Isn't everyone like that? You help people too…

I'm doing this for myself, not for them.

She looked at me as if I had suddenly speaking a different language.

I love to see people become free.

But we are already free.

How can I explain this to her? I frowned, trying to find the words.

You know, William, I don't think you understand yourself.

You also want your loved ones to be happy.

And that's why you help them.

You and I are very similar…

I just want to see people do what they like.

I'm not doing this for them.

You think of others first. You and I are opposites.

And again, a confusion. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. Throat. Of course, this is the first time she has spoken so much. I got up from the piano and poured her a glass of water from the decanter.

Kate took a couple of sips and smiled happily.

You did this for me…

I shook my head.

We are at a deadlock…

Kate put her glass down on the piano and looked at me. Her open gaze was filled with a firm determination that I hadn't noticed before.

I don’t think so…

I want you to do what you want, and you wanna do what I want…

And how is this a deadlock?

I opened my mouth and immediately closed it. She's no… I couldn't take my eyes off her, mesmerized. They seemed to burn brighter and brighter by the second. Or maybe it's me? Maybe it's me who lights up at the very thought that this is what she wants… Why is this so important to me? Their desires, their dreams... it's always the only thing that matters. When did I start to think that my desires were impossible to come true? I always thought that I was selfish and did what I wanted. Am I truly? Maybe she's right? Maybe we really are alike?

I don't know who made the first move, but the distance between us completely disappeared. Her every touch seemed to burn. I couldn't get enough of her breath, her taste, every sound she made. Before I completely lost control, I move away from her. But I couldn't tear myself away completely, holding her by the shoulders. She touched my cheek lightly, smiling sweetly.

You are happy now.…

There was so much tenderness and care in her voice that I could barely restrain myself from pouncing on her again.

Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?

She smiled softly.

The same thing you do to me…

How beautiful she is! Absolutely free in every word and gesture. How could I not notice it before? Her eyes are not clouded, they always shine brightly. Her words are strong and true, she never doubts or hesitates. She blinds me with how beautiful she is...

She pressed her lips gently to mine, and the barely held control string cracked. She had no idea what beast she had awakened…

It's strange that, in my opinion, it was Kate who seduced Willy, and not the other way around. And I'm still not sure what she thinks of him. So they turned the tables. Perhaps the reason is that the narration is from his POV. Perhaps if I had chosen write from hers, the impression would have been completely different. But when I started, I didn't see this girl at all, so it was easier for me to write from his POV. I see this couple as a perfect example of a completely opposite view of life. Their essence is the same - the desire to see the people they love happy, but the way they see how to make them happy is very different. Kate, think about the current moment… indulge their desires. Will is thinking ahead, how to free them. Kate behaves completely selflessly, Will, on the contrary, is very selfish. So the dynamic of their relationship can be very interesting. Whose philosophy will win? I see that Kate's, although she doesn't think about the future, just enjoys the current moment, her ideas are more solid and there are no gaps in them. William, on the contrary, contradicts himself, even he understands that. So he can be lured to the other side… It's not easy, but it's possible. Another possible outcome is that they came up with a another concept that would combine both. I haven't thought about it much, but I like that even more. But… it takes time to think about everything to make it looks realistic and simple. If Willy suddenly decides to give me any more ideas in this direction, I will definitely write about it.

dividers @.sweetmelodygraphics

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[heartsforseo]

Straw hats x child! reader

Summary: Jinbei finally joined the straw hats crew, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of weariness. wc: 585 requested? <yes> <no> requests = open ft: Jinbei, Robin, Nami warning: stalkerism(?), tripping ppl (that's bad kids), not asking for permission

After a long and grueling battle, Kaido and Big Mom, the two most feared pirates in the world, were finally defeated. The crew let out a cheer of triumph and were all filled with relief and joy. During the celebration, we got a new member named Jinbei.

He was a big fella who wore a traditional kimono with pretty patterns. His hair looks fluffy, and his chest looks cuddly. The first thing that came to mind when you first saw him was a plushie!

You and your crew had recently left Wano. It was a beautiful country. The trees to the people. The plants to the extreme scenery. Jinbei, as the crew's helmsman, was steering the wheel, getting directions from Nami to the next destination.

Jinbei couldn't shake the feeling of a constant presence on the ship. Despite the loud noise of the crew's constant chatter, Jinbei's senses were heightened, and he felt like he was being watched. Although he couldn't pinpoint the source of the strange feeling, it was clear that something was amiss, and Jinbei couldn't ignore it.

"This is the perfect chance," you had thought. You had been eyeing Jinbei for quite some time now. The crew knows that you like sleeping in random places. And when you first saw Jinbei, you knew you had to do it.

You approached the helmsman and spoke." "Hi, Mr. Jinbei. Ms. Nami said that the sea should be fine for now. So, you could leave your post and join us!"

"Is that so?" he replied,

You nodded in agreement and continued, "Let's go down Mr. Jinbei!"

You deftly dodged the thin rope you had placed earlier, then heard a thud as you turned around. Quickly, you climbed onto Jinbei's stomach and lay down, leaving the helmsman in shock.

The others, of course, heard the thud. Nami and Robin went up and saw you almost falling asleep on top of Jinbei.

Robin, who was quick to act, pulled you off of Jinbei, earning a little whine from you.

"Y/n, is that how we should act?" She said.

You frowned and didn't dare to look at the three's eyes. Though you have noticed that Jinbei finally got up.

"No…" you quietly muttered.

"And what is the right way?" Robin asked.

"I should ask first…" you answered.

"And what did you not do?" She asked once again.

"I didn't ask…b-but I just wanna know what it's like!" you started tearing up, and your voice started to crack, "I-I'm sorry, Mr. Jinbei!" you wiggled out of Robin's grasp and hugged the fishman's leg.

The fisherman only smiled and chuckled. He then patted your head and said, "No worries, Y/n. You should've asked."

Nami tapped your shoulders from behind, and you immediately turned around. One of her arms was behind her back while the other was squishing your cheek.

"Hey, Y/n, what do you think I got?" She grinned cheekily

"Uhm, candy!" you shouted.

"Boo,"

"Hm, a clip?"

"Boo, do you give up?"

You nodded hastily, excited for the surprise. There, Nami's right arm finally came into your view, and she gave you a medium-sized plushie.

"I noticed you looking at the stores and Jinbei, so I thought I'd get you one. You better be happy, alright?"

"Thank you so much, miss Nami!" You quickly ran from Nami and hugged her legs, thanking her.

"Now, you shouldn't bother Jinbei-san as much, ok? He's also busy. I know you wanted a cuddle buddy, so from now on. He'll be your cuddle buddy!"

A/n: I LOVE JINBEI SO MUCH!!! I JUST FINISHED FISHERMAN ISLAND ARC AND HE IS SO COOL!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SO EXCITED FOR WANO. ALSO I JST FINISHED THE 15TH YEAR SPECIAL ANNIVERSARRY AND HELLO??? BOA LOOKS SO PRETTY AND IMMA NEED THAT JACKET LUFFY!!!

[dearramiel]

𝐓𝐚𝐠, 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐭 | 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧

✧ - fluff in the beginning of the story, will eventually get dark, undertones of off setting steve, he's kinda stalking her in the beginning, anxiety/paranoia, steve is 28, reader is at least 21, yes I want to be steve's housewife(a lot of those undertones are present throughout the story so steve has a housewife kink), we listen to stevie nicks and honestly it was by pure coincidence, domestic vibes,

You look beautiful..

In that cute little dress, you'd make the prettiest housewife in town, if you'd just let him in. But all he can do is look, as you walk down the driveway of your house, a little empty basket on your arm. He figures that you're running Saturday morning errands. He shuts the blinds of his window, quickly running out of his own house.

"Y/n!" His voice calls out to you, you whip your head around and spot Steve Harrington jogging towards you, car keys in hand. The rattling of his keys come to an end when he catches up to you.

"Steve, Good morning!" You greet, your voice melting his insides.

"Morning, Sweetheart." He says, trying to ease his nerves when he notices the visible reddening on your face, or the way your smile gets bigger.

"Heading out to the markets?" Steve asks, to which you nod.

"I need to pick some stuff up for dinner today." You reply.

"In that little thing?" He motions to the basket.

"Well I'm only making something for myself, my mom and dad are out on vacation.." You giggle, "Unless, you want to join me?"

The older male is a little shocked, is that even a question?

"I don't wanna bother, but I also wouldn't want a little lady like you to be all alone." He grins. "How about I drive you there?"

The next two hours were spent with you trying to politely decline Steve paying for your groceries. You couldn't deny what it made you feel. You felt like you and him were together, walking around the market places as you picked fresh vegetables and canned goods, shoulders bumping by accident, accidentally brushing your fingers against his, even eying a dress.

All which Steve noticed, encouraging you to try them on in a makeshift dressing room that looked to be an extra storage room, mirrors in place where you could twirl in the dress. After deciding on a couple, you step out, showing Steve who was sat on a chair.

"What do we think?" You say, "it's a little long but maybe I'll grow into it." You joke. Steve doesn't speak for a solid second or two, his heart is racing because you look gorgeous.

"I think you look amazing. You should definitely get it." He smiled, looking at how it hugged your upper body, hoping one day he would see underneath.

"There's another, but I'll save it for later." You say, twirling another time to really show him everything. And again, he's nearly speechless.

"I'll be back." You say, going into the room to change back into your own dress. Carefully untying the little bow, blushing when you remember Steve's face.

Once out, you see Steve with the old lady, the owner of the shop. He's smiling to her as he gently pushes her hands full of change back to her, where she then bows her head to him, smiling ever so gratefully. The act is enough to make your pulse pick up, she hands him a bag big enough to fit the articles of clothing on your arm.

Steve noticed you close the door of the dressing room. "Here." He opens the bag, to which you then put everything in.

"You didn't have to, you know ..pay for it.." you say, feeling bad that he's practically been spoiling you all day. You weren't fortunate to have the money he did, and you definitely didn't want to make it look like you were trying to take advantage of his generosity. Most of what you did have was hard earned money coming from your parents, the house you lived in from your grandparents. It's why you pushed them to take a vacation for themselves.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, besides, I think that little dinner will make up for it." He suggests, a sweet smile on his face. You return it.

"Well, thank you for doing this." You play with your fingers, forgetting that he's holding everything. And he doesn't mind because it plays more into his fantasy.

"It's really not a problem."

It's 12 p.m by the time you get back home, Steve has walked you to your front steps, promising to stop by at 6:30 for dinner with you. The thought has you excited, almost throwing yourself into the shower before remembering that you already had, prior to stepping out.

After the excitement settles down, you realize that an unsettling feeling begins to wash over you. Being alone in a big house comes with perks like those, paranoia.

It leaves you feeling unnerved, and it's hard to shake off. It's not the first time you've felt this way, but it's also never been so intense.

You figure that the only way to ease the tension that begins to weigh down on your shoulders is by putting a vinyl into its player. A sense of relief comes down as Stevie Nicks plays throughout the living room, spilling into the kitchen. It helps just enough that you're able to focus on what you want to make, especially now that you want to impress Steve.

You settle on spaghetti and meatballs, after that, a pie to go as dessert.

1:00 p.m. becomes 2 p.m., which becomes 3 p.m., 4 p.m, and then 5:30 p.m, cleaning, cooking, and baking had you distracted, you wash your hands before quickly rushing upstairs to your room, bag in hand, the dresses Steve had bought you now on your bed. You figured that wearing the one he hadn't seen you in would be perfect.

You weren't sure why you were trying to impress Steve, maybe it was the growing crush you had on him, whatever it was, it began to make you feel a little insecure. Trying to live up to his standards, he was known to have any woman wanted, and they were usually really pretty.

You shake away your nagging and negative thoughts, choosing to put on very light makeup, a little bit of eyeliner, lipstick, blush, and eyeshadow, going for a natural look.

You slip out of your dress, embarrassed as you think about also changing your undergarments. It's not like Steve would see you in your underwear anyway.

But.. just in case...

You pick out a matching white lace bra and panties set, then slipping the dress on. You button up the dress, until you reach the last two buttons, leaving a very visible sight for your cleavage. Your chest on display, collarbone showing. Your hair is simple, a low messy bun with some loose hair scattered everywhere aside from your face. By the time your done, it's barely 6:15 p.m, giving you 15 minutes to yourself. With those spared minutes, you slip into your black flats, hanging the other dress in your closet, walking to the kitchen, serving two plates of food, two cups of water, and taking the pie out of the oven, setting it on the counter for it to cool off.

Setting the plates and cups on the table, you're finally done.

Then the ring of the doorbell has your heart jumping out of your chest. You smile and pat down your dress, quickly rushing to the door, opening it swiftly, face heating up when you see him.

Steve Harrington in a suit, holding roses in one hand, the other in his pocket, and you can tell that he's nervous.

He's not moving, stuck in a trance as he looks at the dress you're wearing, down to your legs, before looking back up to your face. An innocent smile on your pink lips, Steve finally moves.

"Hey Sweetheart."

[canirove]

My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 19

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"This is such a fancy building... And there is doorman!" grandad said. After picking them up from the train station and leaving their bags at their hotel, we had come to my apartment so they could finally meet Lucy and Julia. 

"I've never been anywhere with a doorman before. I feel like royalty!" grandma giggled as the doors of the lift opened and we walked into my apartment's floor.

"Look at how big this is and... I know you!" grandad said, pointing at someone. 

"What are you talking... Rúben" I gasped when I saw him standing outside his door.

"The neighbour?" grandma asked.

"Dias is your neighbour? I thought you said he wasn't a player" grandad said, still looking at him.

"He is a player?" grandma asked. 

"He is! Rúben Dias!" grandad said. "Oh... Rúben... The R... Now it makes sense! I always call him Dias" he chuckled.

"So he is your neighbour? The one you fancy?"

"Grandma!"

"Oh, sorry. He doesn't know you fancy him?" 

"If he didn't, now he does" grandad said, trying not to laugh.

"He is very attractive..." grandma smiled.

"And he has very nice arms too" grandad added.

"Oh God" I said, covering my face with my hands. 

"Nice to meet you, lad. We are the grandparents" grandad said, shaking Rúben's hand.

"Nice to meet you, sir" he replied.

"I'm her grandmother. I know, I know, I look like I could be her mother" grandma said, offering him her hand.

"Nice to meet you too, ma'am" Rúben said, kissing it as she wanted, and giving her one of his charming smiles, making her giggle.

"Behave, woman" grandad said, rolling his eyes. 

"I was just going to give Lucy the tickets for the game" Rúben said, looking at me. 

"Thank you so much for those" grandad said. "Am I gonna get to give Arteta some advice?"

"You will, sir."

"Fantastic! He'll probably need it, you lot play so well!"

"Thank you" Rúben replied with a shy smile. 

"Anyway, we should get going" I said, walking towards my apartment's door.

"Aren't you two going to say anything to each other?" grandma asked.

"Like what?"

"I just told him that you fancy him. Don't you wanna know if he fancies you back?"

"I do" Rúben said with his famous smirk. "She already knows it."

"I... I... Urgh" I groaned, opening the door and walking into my apartment. If I stayed there with them any longer, I would end up killing someone.

"I think she's mad" grandad said. 

"She'll be fine" grandma replied. "Nice to meet you, Rúben."

"Nice to meet you, ma'am. Sir."

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"Oh my God, your grandma" Lucy said, still laughing. 

"She's the worst sometimes."

"She's the best! I love her. Can she be my grandma too?"

"Ask her, she'll probably say yes. She already adores Julia."

Their meeting with my grandparents had been perfect, all of them instantly liking each other. They were so smitten with the other, that my grandma had forgotten about meeting Rúben. Me, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about it. 

"And she also seems to adore Rúben judging by what you said."

"I think she fancies him, which is worse. You should have seen the way she looked at him."

"And do you blame her?" Lucy laughed.

"But you know what was the worst part? That once the initial shock had passed, he was enjoying it. He was smiling and flirting with her, and then when he said that he fancied me, he gave me that smile he knows I love, and..."

"And?" Lucy asked, trying not to laugh once again.

"I hate you all today."

"Oh, c'mon! It all went well, didn't it? Your grandparents liked us all."

"I guess they did, yes” I sighed.

"Then stop worrying and enjoy that they are here" she said, patting my arm.

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"I hate you" I said as Rúben opened the door and I walked into his apartment.

"And hello to you too."

"Why did you tell my grandma that you fancied me?" I said, crossing my arms over my chest. "That's not how we had planned to tell them."

"I don't know. But it is the truth" he shrugged. 

"I just... Urgh!" I said, hitting his chest.

"Careful there" he said with a teasing smile, his hands on his pockets. "I need to be on my best shape for Sunday, remember?"

"I don't care" I said, now hitting him again. 

"You are so cute when you get mad."

"Shut up!" I said, now pushing him with both hands and obviously not being able to move him from the spot where he was.

"Or what?" he asked, that teasing smile still on his face.

"Or I... I..."

"You?" 

"Fuck it" I said, walking towards the door.

"Are you leaving?"

"Yes, I am."

"Don't you want to stay?" 

"What for?"

"Well... " Rúben said, slowly walking towards me, his hands still on his pockets. "You definitely are angry, which means that you'll spend most part of the night thinking about it and won't sleep, and tomorrow you'll be dead when you meet your grandparents. And you are planning on showing them around and do many things, right?"

"That was the plan, yes."

"Then why don't you stay..." he continued, now just a step away from me. "And do something with all that anger? Put it somewhere?"

"On your punching bag, for example?" 

"I was not thinking about that and you know it" he said, still smiling.

"You are not allowed to do anything of what you are thinking."

"I was suggested not to do anything. That's different. And besides, I was thinking about letting you be the one in charge. I mean, you always are because you pick what we do, but you know..."

"You want me to do all the job."

"And let that anger go, yes."

"Ummm... No" I said, turning around.

"What?"

"I like ordering you around" I said, looking at the door. "But if you want me to stay, I'll tell you what to do and you'll do it while I just enjoy it." 

"So bossy" he chuckled.

"It is what it is" I shrugged, my hand on the door's knob.

"Ok, fine" Rúben finally said. "But if I'm tired on Sunday..."

"You'll be fine. You have tomorrow to rest, recover and focus. And besides" I said, looking back at him again before starting to walk towards his room. "You owe it to me for being a dick."

"Fair enough" he chuckled, walking behind me. "But you know" he said, stopping on the door and casually leaning against the frame, his hands still on his pockets. How could he look so sexy doing nothing? "I do fancy you. A lot."

"You asked me to be your girlfriend, didn't you?"

"I did. And I was being serious despite the circumstances. I like you and I want to be with you. I'm all in on this. On us." 

"Then show me" I said, trying to think about anything but what he just said. I'll have time to freak out about it later. 

"Yes, ma'am" he replied, smiling like I was expecting him to do: with that smirk that has drove me nuts since the day we met.

[callmissrogers]

She Thinks I'm Handsome. Steve Rogers x Reader Short Story

Summary: Y/n is terribly tipsy. Having only had one margarita, Nat texted Steve to come take her home. Y/n's tipsiness makes her admit something to Steve. Something she didn't mean to say out loud.

Warnings: mentions alcohol, reader being tipsy, and lots of fluff. Wrote on my phone with little editing.

Word count: 1,034

Inspired by: pin and a scene in the movie New In Town with Rene Zellweger, but I couldn't find it on YouTube.

Y/n couldn't stop giggling at the dinner table. Everything was just hilarious.

"Y/n you only had one margarita.... Are you sure you're ok?" Nat asked, sitting back in her chair, eyes wide with concern.

"I'm mine. I mean time. I MEAN I'm fine." Y/n replied, giggling at her own inability to speak coherently.

"Yeah. Sure you are. I told you this was a terrible idea." Nat whispered to Wanda.

"She told me she wanted to come! Besides, how is it my fault that she's a lightweight?" Wanda argued as if Y/n wasn't sitting right there.

"I am not a lightweight! I'm good." Y/n protested like a child not getting the sweets it wanted.

"Of course you are. You definitely aren't talking like someone who's done 20 wisky shots." Nat answered sarcastically.

"What are we gonna do? My car only has two seats. Unless we tape you to the roof." Wanda asked in a whisper. "I've got an idea." Natasha said conspiratorially, taking her phone out. "Who are you texting?" Wanda asked, an eyebrow rasing. "You know who," Nat said in a sing-song way. "You can not text him!" "Why not? They need a push." "She's about to fall over. " "Good. Let him play knight in shiny armor." "You know this wasn't I meant when I said we should set them up." "Well, it's what we're doing. He already responded and said he's on his way. Way too much of a gentlemen to abandon a maid in distress." "You are having way too much fun with this." Wanda sighed, leaning on her hand.

A few minutes later, y/n was trying to explain something to the girls, grabbing random bits and pieces of information and giving it to them as of it should all make sense.

The door to the cozy little restaurant opened and he walked inside. Spotting them easily and coming over to collect Y/n. Her back was to him so she had no idea of his presence.

Nat and Wanda remained completely silent as he approached giving him knowing and teasing looks. Nat mouthed "get her out" to which he couldn't help but smile.

It wasn't till he placed a gentle hand on y/n's shoulder that she noticed him at all.

"Steve!" She gasped much too loudly and drawing the attention of some of the other guests. "I didn't think you'd be here!" She said wobbling to her feet and throwing her arms around his neck. She'd never done that before. They've never exchanged any sort of hug before. So he shot the other two a look of complet and utter shock as his face turned three shades of pink.

"How much did y'all let her drink?" He demanded. "Steve. She had one margarita." Wanda deadpanned. Steve looked at Y/N and back to them, his brows raised in amazement. "Just one?" He asked. "One. And it wasn't even that big." Nat replied, lips forming into a smirk. "Wanda only has two seats in her car, and I road with her. So I figured you'd be happy to get Y/n home safely." She continued.

Steve put an arm around Y/n's shoulder in an attempt to steady her, grabbing her coat off the back of the chair, he said "c'mon. Let's get you home." "But I don't wanna!" She complained. "Y/n, you should go with Steve. We're gonna head out too." Wanda assured her. "Fine." She whispered/mumbled letting him guide her out.

Once they were outside the resturant she looked around wildly. "Where's your car?" "It's down the block. I couldn't find a spot here." "Oh. Where's my coat?" "That's right here." He answered holding it up to help her get into it. "Watch your hands. Mr Handys Hands." She slurred. "I'm. I'm not doing anything." Steve said blushing again.

She took a few steps forward and then stumbled into the street some. "Wait, wait, wait. My car isn't over there, " He spoke, quickly pulling her back.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." She assured him, walking along again, taking wobbly but somewhat straight steps.

Steve rubbed the back of his neck nervously and followed after her.

"Ok," He said after they had walked just a little bit further. "My car is right there"

Then she dashed up to a car that somewhat resembled his and started rapidly pulling on the handle causing the car alarm to go off.

"That. That wasn't my car." Steve said sounding embarrassed.

He used his key for, unlocked his car, before softly grabbing her by the arm and getting her seated inside. Taking a deep breath before coming round to get himself. He was gonna get Natasha for this. She had been teasing him about his growing affection for Y/n for months. She was trying to push his hand.

The drive home wasn't as crazy as the walk to the car had been. Y/n sat starring out the window commenting on the pretty city lights, how she liked the outfits of some of the pedestrians they passed, and got very excited when they stopped next to a car which had a Scottish Terrier in it.

He couldn't help smiling he was actually enjoying the drive with her.

When they finally pulled up to her house, he got out and came around to help her out. Not trusting that she'd be able to get out of the car and onto the curb without tripping.

Arm around her shoulder, he helped her to the door. Where she struggled to get the key into the lock. "Here," He said trying to take the key from her. "I got it. I got it." She said trying again to get the key go in. "Let me help." He said gentily taking it from her.

She finally looked up at up him and whispered "Gosh. You're handsome," pausing, her lips forming an O shape. "I just said that out loud, didn't I?"

Steve smiled broadly, "Yes. Yes, you did."

So he helped her inside and made sure she was settled with a glass of water and aspirin for the morning and then went home himself.

Whispering to himself, "She thinks I'm handsome."

(I know I haven't posted the next part in That's My Girl. Got a bit of writers block as to how to finish the chapter. I'll try to have it done by Wednesday. )

[ravennaortiz]

Two Worlds

Summary: How does Manny handle finding Juice in his sisters house. Sons/Mayans AU. 18+ Flashbacks/Time Jumps.

This was requested by @hatersaremymotivators using the prompts number 2. I'm not the right man for you and number 7. Stay away from my sister.

Neither man spoke for a moment as they stared at each other. "Go ahead and finish putting your shirt on." drawled Manny his face giving Juice no hint as to what he was thinking. Juice yanked his black tshirt down quickly and stepped to the table where the Mayan was sitting. "You must be Manny. Lupe has told me a lot about you" stated Juice as he extended his hand out to shake. "Odd she's not said a word about you" replied Manny as he leaned back in the chair letting his words fall between them like grenades.

Juice nodded as he withdrew his hand and rubbed the back of his neck. Angel and the others had warned him about Manny. That he wouldn't approve of Lupe dating a Son. "Listen man. I think we've gotten off on the wrong foot here. Finding a random guy in your" started Juice trying to make light of the awarknedness. "I'mma cut you off. Facts are I never wanna see you in my sisters house, around my sister, say her name ever again after this moment" stated Manny as he leaned forward on his elbows his eyes never leaving Juices.

"Are you asking me to break up with your sister?" questioned Juice taken aback. "No I'm telling you. You two should never have been together in the first place. I get my sister being a bit naïve on the danger but you? Your a grown man who knows the darker side of the leather we wear. Sons and Mayans might have an alliance now but what about when that gets broken? Mayans and SONs will both want her dead." snapped Manny his voice tight and low with anger. Juice was shocked at the venom in Mannys voice and couldn't speak for a moment. "I would never let anyone hurt Lupe. Your sister" started to reassure Juice before Manny sighed and stood up. " Look, I've been told your a good dude and that you are treating Lupe like she deserves. I appreciate that but I want you to stay away from my sister. This will be our only talk on the matter." stated Manny as he made his way out of the kitchen. "I don't repeat myself either by the way" called Manny over his shoulder.

Four Months Prior

"The regal Guadalupe is gracing us mere peasants with her presence tonight boys" greeted Angel as he kicked EZ out of the chair for her. "Eres un niño"(you such a child) stated Lupe as she rolled her eyes at Angel. "I love when you call me names mami" purred Angel as he leaned in to her space. "¿No recuerdas qué pasó con el último hombre que entró en mi espacio personal? (Do you not remember what happened to the last man who got in my personal space?). replied Lupe as she patted his cheek as she smiled at him. "Sí. Lo enterré. (Yes. I buried him) answered Angel with a chuckle.

"You two are so weird" muttered Coco as he took a drag off his cigarette as Gilly nodded in agreement. "Says the man who pretended to be his daughters brother for most of her life and now wonders why she wont listen to him" snipped Lupe making Gilly and Angel laugh. "You know you could be nicer" replied Coco as he rolled his eyes. "I'm letting your kid live with me. How much nicer do you want me to be" replied Lupe with a raised brow. "I have a list" replied Coco with a smirk as he pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. "On that note I'm going to get another beer" replied Angel as he stood up while Coco and Lupe bickered away.

A couple hours later a guy with a mohawk and tribal tattoos on his head caught Lupes attention as he spoke to Bishop and a man named Chibs who was the President of the Sons. Lupe sipped her beer as she studied the well muscled man with a gorgeous smile. "I'll catch you guys later" stated Lupe as she stood up and made her way over to the bar where the men were now standing.

Juice had been casually scanning the crowd still not feeling quite at home in the Mayans clubhouse when a leggy brunette with curves he would love to travel stepped into his view. Juice felt his soul leave his body when there eyes met. He was so entranced in her aura that he didn't register she was speaking to him until he felt Chibs nudge him in the back.

"I'm sorry I didn't hear you" half fibbed Juice as he felt himself start to sweat as she cocked her head to the side. "I said, hi I'm Guadalupe but you can call me Lupe. " repeated the gorgeous woman in front of him as she let her eyes drift over him. He's even hotter up close Lupe thought to herself. "Juice" replied Juice as he stook out his hand to shake. The feel of her soft skin against his roughened made sparks fly as she laughed. "Something tells me your momma didn't carry you for months on end and endure birth to just name you Juice" joked Lupe as she smiled at him. Juice chuckled as he nodded. "Real name is Juan Carlos" he explained as he took a sip of his beer to calm his nerves. "Juan Carlos. I like the sound of that" purred Lupe as she put her hand on his forearm. "I like how you say it" replied Juice as he shot her a wink.

Next Morning Lupe's House

Lupe had just stepped into her kitchen, where Letty sat drinking coffee and eating breakfast ,when she heard her front door open and Angel call out. "To what do I owe this early morning visit?" inquired Lupe as she walked into the living room yawning. "Did you bed a Son last night after you ditched your friends?" inquired Angel with arms folded as he shot her s sly look. "Hmm, I dont' think I understand your question" replied Lupe as she put on her best poker face.

"I'd say you gave him that good shit cause he was up before me and made us both food before that old man with scars picked him up just so you know. So like keep that up cause he cooks better than you" inserted Letty as she joined Angel and Lupe in the living room. "Letty" grumbled Lupe as her face warmed and Angel dropped to the floor laughing. "What? You deserve to have your back" started Letty making Angel howl louder with laughter as Lupe cut her off. "Enough! Room now please" snapped Lupe as she closed her eyes. "That kid is great" stated Angel as he wiped tears from his eyes after a couple minutes. "If you must know. Yes and we are going out to dinner next weekend" sighed Lupe as she made her way back to the kitchen with Angel hot on her heels.

Present Day

The clubhouse door slamming open and an angry tirade of Spanish mixed in with English had every Mayan in silence. Lupes eyes were ablaze and her mascara streaked cheeks were a sight as she scanned the room for her brother . Manny sighed as he slid out of a chair and made his way to her. "I'm a grown ass woman!" snapped Lupe as she jabbed her finger into her brothers chest. "Hell yeah she is. Look at that grown woman body" shouted Angel as he tried to diffuse the situation. "How dare you tell Juice to break up with me. Have him telling me " I'm not the right man for you?" continued Lupe each jab getting harder as her temper flared. "He's not Lupe. Being in two worlds is " started Manny as he stepped back slightly as his chest ached. "Screw you" interrupted Lupe as she stepped back into his personal space.

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Beach Day!!

Character(s): Zoro, Nami

WC: 832

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Zoro

The party pooper of beach days…

He likes to think of the beach as a new terrain to train in rather than hangout with you

You insist he should relax, but he’s very very against it

Somehow always convinces you to train with him, so you end up working even more than you did before your vacation

It was the perfect day to spend at the beach. The sun was high in the sky and there was the perfect breeze so you wouldn’t be too hot. The smell of salt water and meat that Sanji was grilling filled your nose. It was honestly the perfect day, except your boyfriend was busy lifting instead of laying next to you. You’ve asked him MULTIPLE times to stop training and just hangout with you, but he always said no. You knew that asking him again was pointless, but you decided to go up and ask him anyways.

“(Y/N)-swannnnn~” Sanji yelled from his grilling station, “Stop worrying about that stupid moss head and come over here with me!!!”

“Yeah (Y/N), Zoro is just gonna be weird and train the whole time, come lay with me and Robin,” Nami said, patting the seat next to her. You were enticed by her offer but declined as you continued to make your way to your boyfriend.

After walking a little bit further from the rest of the crew, you found Zoro swinging his giant weights around. He seemed to notice your presence, but kept swinging his weight back and forth above his head.

“Heyyyy Zoroooo,” you sang out, “Whatcha doinggggg”

“If you ask me to come back with you the answer is already no,” Zoro said not loosing his concentration.

“Come on Zoro, why can’t you just train later, I wanna spend time with you.” Zoro put down his weight and turned to you, “I did bring some smaller weights if you wanna join me.”

“Are you serious???? Why can’t we just relax at the beach??”

“Look how about this, do a few reps with me and then we can go to the beach.”

“You promise???”

“I promise.”

A few hours later you both walked back just in time for dinner. You were covered in sweat and exhausted, but glad that you now get to spend time with your boyfriend at the beach <3

Nami

Beach days are usually the one day she gets to truly relax

No navigating, not having to worry about marines, spending the day with you: it’s a dream come true

The one thing she hates though is getting her hair wet (she’s just like a cat :3 )

“Nami-SANNNNN, (Y/N)-SWANNNN I have your drinks!!” Sanji yelled twirling towards you. A tray of two drinks was placed in between your and Nami’s beach chairs. You each took a drink and sipped it in delight. Sanji always knew the perfect drink to make on a hot summer day.

"I could get used to this," Nami said while raising her arms up to stretch.

"Yeah, shame the log post resets tomorrow," you replied while sipping down the delicious, fruity drink.

"Ugh. Don't remind me. I don't want this to ever end." You chuckled at her response and grabbed her hand. She was right, this really was a peaceful, relaxing day. You closed you eyes and laid you head back on your chair, hoping to sleep a little.

Just then it felt like the sun was covered up, maybe some clouds were covering the sky, or Sanji was putting an umbrella over you and your girlfriend. You slowly opened your eyes to see what was blocking the sun, and were met face to face with a bucket of water being poured on you.

"Come on Usopp we gotta run!" You hear Luffy's voice as you wipe the water from your eyes. You turn to look at Nami who is also soaking wet. She looks absolutely devastated, her orange hair was soaked and clung to her body. Both of you were in utter shock that neither of you had a word. In all honesty Nami looked really attractive like this, you just couldn't look away.

Nami noticed you staring and quickly turned away, "Don't look at me," she stuttered, "I never look good with my hair wet.."

She never looked good??? Nami literally looked like a goddess right now how could she thinks she doesn't look good. You leaned over and cupped her cheeks, forcing her to turn to look at you.

"Well I think you look beautiful," you said as you gave her a quick peck on the lips. Her cheeks reddened to a degree you've never seen before and she quickly pulled away, "Thank you..." she said shyly.

"If I remember correctly, Franky said he made some new water-guns, how about we get some revenge," you said, a giant smirk growing across your face.

"I like the sound of that," Nami grinned and grabbed your hand and started running towards Franky, ready to get her revenge.

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Trusting Again | chapter 014: let’s dance

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: hiiiii!! I’m so sorry for taking so long to post this chapter, but I kinda had a writer’s block with it lol but I’m back! It’s kinda short but I hope you like it <3

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"There's nothing to watch." Cat let out a groan as she threw the remote control on the couch "I'm gonna die of boredom, I'm not even joking." She covered her face and slipped off the couch onto the floor

It was almost 6 pm and Cat was just looking for something to watch on the tv after finishing her dinner. But she couldn't find nothing and was already starting to lose her mind.

"I've never met someone more dramatic than you." Bucky said before putting the spoonful of food in his mouth

"I'm not even kidding, I want to cry." She rubbed her eyes while still laying on the floor

"You can cry." He told her

"I'm not gonna cry." She sighed and then dropped her arms to the floor, she was all spread out like a starfish

"Are you sure there's nothing on the tv?" He looked at her

"I don't wanna keep looking."

"Didn't Sam said he found a music channel the other day?" He said with his mouth full

Cat let out a small gasp and sat up to look at him. "You're right."

"Well?"

"But I don't know what channel it was, ugh!" She groaned grabbing the remote again "Hey, Sam!" She called him as she rested her back on the couch, still sitting on the floor "What is he doing?"

"He's not even here, he's on his daily walk with Steve, remember?" Bucky reminded her

"Oh right, shit." She rolled her eyes "Whatever, I'll look for it myself."

She kept on looking through the channels until she finally found the music channels.

"Holy shit, there are a lot." She said "You wanna hear music from your time, old man? There's a channel for 40s music."

"I just want you to find something that entertains you." Bucky replied

"I love music, I don't care from what time, I can be entertained with that." She looked at him "So I don't mind listening to 40s music."

"You said you were gonna help me to get up to date with music, why don't you do that?"

"Do you want to?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"Okay then."

"You were born in the 90s, tell me about that." He said

"Well I really like 90s music but sometimes I prefer music from the 80s." She replied with a shrug "I think we need to pick up where you left off."

"I already know 40s music." He looked at her, his head tilting a little bit

"Well then the 50s." She said "There's a channel with 50s music, wanna listen to it?"

"Sure." He nodded "Wanna give me a quick recap?"

"Glad you asked." She turned to look at him "The 50s are a very popular decade not only for the music but also for the style and all that shit." She started saying "There's a movie, you should watch it, it's called Grease and although it was filmed in the late 70s, the movie is set in the 50s and it's a really good movie."

"We have to watch it then."

"Yes! We can go to that place that Sam told us about and see if they have it so we can rent it." She suggested

"That would be great."

"I honestly think you would've loved the 50s." She looked at him

"You think so?"

"Yeah." She nodded "From what I've seen in movies and stuff, I feel like you would've loved the vibe."

"Well who knows." He shrugged "You need to show me this Grease movie."

"Oh trust me, I will."

They spend the rest of the evening listening to the songs, Sam and Steve came back home from their walk like an hour after and while they were in their rooms, Bucky and Cat were in the living room just talking while Cat drawing on her notebook.

"Dance with me." He told her

She lifted her head looking at him kinda shocked about him asking her that. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Dance with me, you said you know how to dance.. so let’s dance."

"I know how to dance, just not to that." She pointed at the tv where the music was coming from

"I can teach you, I'm a really good dancer." He said

She just shook her head lightly accompanied by a soft giggle. "I'm not dancing to that, you're crazy."

"Yes you are, come on." He stood up from the chair "I'll teach you."

Cat was just looking at him thinking about what to say. "Sit down."

"No until you accept."

"Oh my god." She rolled her eyes closing her notebook "You're insane."

"You're insane, come one, get up."

"Are you actually serious?"

"Yes, come on." He grabbed her hand

She had no other choice but to stand up from the chair and Bucky was quick to pull her a little closer to him.

"This hand goes here." He grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his shoulder "And then I put this hand here." He gently placed one of his hands on her waist

She could feel his breath on her face, that's how close they were.

"We're.. close." She lifted her head to look up at him

"What? Are you nervous?" He said in a low tone, the corner of his lips curving into a small smirk

She scoffed. "You wish."

Truth is, she was very nervous.

"Okay, I lead." He said "It's just slow dancing."

"I've never slow danced before."

"You're a baby and it shows."

"And you're a very old man and it shows." She replied and he rolled his eyes

"Just follow my lead, it's easy, I promise." He said

She just relaxed and did exactly what he said and just like that, they were dancing. And she wasn't feeling as nervous anymore, Bucky was saying things to her, sometimes making her laugh which definitely helped ease things for her.

"You still nervous?" He teased

"I wasn't." She rolled her eyes

"Yeah you were."

"No, I wasn't." She lifted her head so she could look at him

"Of course you were." He replied

And that's when it really hit her. They were very close. Their faces were just a few inches away, one sudden move and their noses could touch. She wanted to say something back but as soon as she opened her mouth, she closed it back up getting completely lost in those steel blue eyes that were piercing her soul.

"I- uh.." she pressed her lips together and cleared her throat trying to think of something to say

She was really nervous. It's the first time they're this close and if she was being honest, she was enjoying every second of it.

As was he.

The way his real hand was gently holding hers and how his metal arm was wrapped around her waist so soft that she completely forgot that it was metal. And Bucky was loving having her so close to his body like that. It was really comforting for him. He loved every second he spent with her.

And he wanted to kiss her so fucking bad.

Seeing her pretty green eyes looking up at him like she also wanted it.

Because she did, of course she did. But she didn't want to be the one to make the first move.

She was looking at him with those pretty, pleading eyes and who was he to resist?

He started to slowly lean in making her breath hitch as she parted her lips a little, trying to calm down her nerves when their noses slightly touched.

The sound of a door opening made Cat quickly move her head looking down. Bucky then made her do a spin to kinda ease the tension that obviously built up and then pulled her back to his body wrapping his metal arm around her again.

"Those two really know how to ruin the moment huh." Bucky whispered which made Cat giggle a little

Steve walked into the kitchen and couldn't help but stare at Bucky and Cat, who were in the living room, a little surprised by the fact that Cat was dancing to a slow song, but also he thought it was kinda cute to see them like that. When they started living together they were arguing almost every day, which was driving Steve and Sam crazy. But now they get along pretty well, which is nice.

Steve smiled a little and said, "Hey, you're slow dancing." to Cat

"I know!" She let out a little squeal making them laugh "Am I doing good?" She turned her head to look at Steve

He chuckled. "You're doing amazing, sweetie."

She couldn't help but laugh at the comment. "Why thank you!"

"See? I told you it was easy." Bucky said to her

"Okay, it is easy.. happy?"

He smirked. "Very."

(…)

It was a little past 11 pm, Cat was sitting on the balcony floor just looking outside while eating a chocolate bar Sam bought for her like two days ago.

"I thought you said you were going to sleep." Bucky's voice sounded through the living room

"Yeah, but I wasn't sleepy." She replied eating the last of the chocolate bar "What are you doing up?" She asked, her eyes still looking through the balcony rails

"Well I just got out of the shower." He said, his voice getting clearer and a little louder as he got closer to her "So what are we looking at?" He sat right next to her

She shrugged. "I don't know." She replied rolling the chocolate wrapper into a small ball "The cars, I guess."

"Are you feeling okay?"

She nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Hey, here's another one." His fingers went to her nape where she had another tattoo "This is the first time I've seen that one."

She chuckled. "Yeah, most of the time my hair is down." She moved her hand to the back of her neck for a moment before she moved it back to her lap

"Do you really think everything happens for a reason?" He asked referring to the tattoo

She turned her head to look at him. "I do." She nodded letting out a soft sigh

"Do you wish things had gone differently?"

"Yeah, of course I do." She nodded "But I don't think I would change anything if I had the chance."

"Why?"

"Well because if it hadn't gone the way it did, I wouldn't be who I am today."

"You got a point." He nodded "Wow, that was deep."

She let out a soft chuckle. "Thanks, I guess."

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Anesthesia | Billy Hargrove x Plus Size! Reader

Notes: I watched too many videos of people waking up from Anesthesia lol. I'm also thinking of making one of these with Steve and Gareth.

Warnings: None

Words: 555

"Oh shit, who are you?", Billy slurred out as you sat down next to his hospital bed. He was high on anesthesia after spine surgery and, as it shows, forgot who you are. His doctor said that it'll wear off and he'll be back to normal, but his currently honesty was just too funny.

"I'm (Y/N).", you said to him with a smile on your face. "Hey (Y/N), I'm Billy.", he replied with a flirtatious smirk. "You're really beautiful." You wanted to laugh, but also didn't want to upset your boyfriend. "Thank you, Billy.", you replied with a stiffled laugh following. "I've always liked big girls more, but you can't tell my friends." Now you couldn't help but giggle. "Can I take you out?" The nurse that was setting up his IV let out a giggle as well. It made you laugh even more. "Aww, don't laugh at me pretty girl." Billy would look offended if he had any control over his facial expressions. "Billy, I'm about to blow your mind.", you said before leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Now he gave you a shocked expression before looking at the nurse. "Did you see that? The pretty girl kissed me.", he said to her. She gave him an agreeing nod, and while he was still looking at her you kissed his cheek once again. Billy looked back at you with a child-like smile. "Do you wanna know something cool?", you asked him. He let out a low hum as a response while looking at you like a kid in a candy store. "I'm your girlfriend." His eyes went wide. "Really?" You nodded your head with a laugh. "How are you my girlfriend, I'm such a bitch." The nurse in the room laughed at his comment and so did you. "I don't know, Billy.", you said with laughter in your voice. "I just started loving you." Once again, he had child-like excitement on his face. "I'm the luckiest man in the world." He slurred, and especially the last word came out with a long O. After that, he stayed quiet for a while while you and the nurse exchanged a look of entertainment. "You're so pretty.", Billy slurred again after a while. You smiled at him while saying "Thank you." He rubbed his eyes, to "Need to take a better look at you.", then asked you to come a bit closer. You did scoot a bit closer to his bed, to which he grinned widely. "You know how much hotter big girls are.", he said once again. "I know, Billy.", you said with a small laugh in your voice. "You're pretty.", he added. This was the third time already. "Thank you, Billy." The nurse came over to his bed, checked his vitals and then said "You should take a nap, Billy." He gave her a disappointed look before saying "But I wanna look at my girlfriend for a bit longer." Your heart melted, although he won't remember any of this once the anesthesia wore off. If you had a camera, that would be fun. "You can look at me again when you wake up.", you said while pulling the blanket over him. "Oh shit, you're tucking me in.", he said while looking down at your hands fixing his blanket. "Good night, Billy.", you said while taking his hand. "Good night, girlfriend.", he said with a grin before closing his eyes.

He didn't remember a thing he said once he woke up.

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▪︎Finnick odair x reader▪︎

Johanna is already your best friend.

Finnick would def call u "my love"

You can't hear other people's jabberjays

"Good thing we're allies, right?" Finnick remarks to katniss as he flashes the gold bracelet, and I basically feel my knees caving in there, and then, there's something about that man that just makes me feel like a teenager with her first crush again, except I'm not a teenager anymore and finnick has been my boyfriend for seven years.

Katniss goes to say something and finnick quickly stops her.

"Duck." He yells, and she ducks just in time to dodge finnicks spear as it flies into the chest of a tribute and instantly a Canon goes off.

Suddenly, my eyes fell on peeta fighting brutus in the water, and I gasp.

"Peeta and brutus are in the water!" I exclaim, and katniss snaps her head around before looking at peeta and brutus.

"Shit, peeta, you must have something against district two." I tell him and he stares at me confused.

"What?" He asks as we all sit down in a tree covered area.

"I mean, cato was from district two and now brutus." I say, holding back my laughter until the canons begin going off and finnick bursts out laughing.

"Guess we're not all holding hands now." He remarks and I laugh.

"You think that's funny?" Katniss asks raising an eyebrow suspiciously at finnick

"Every time that Canon goes off its music to my ears, I don't care about any of them." He answers.

"Good to hear." Katniss tells him as she reaches into her satchel from behind and pulls out a machete, which makes me grip tighter onto my sword.

"You wanna face a career pack alone? What would hamitch say." He asks her and I gasp before looking about.

"We should move." I tell everyone, and finnick stands up, staring down katniss, and I just roll my eyes before walking ahead, following behind peeta.

Peeta somehow managed to walk right into a forcefield, electrocuting him and sending him flying close in our direction.

Seeing finnick give peeta mouth to mouth is not something I expected until I realise peeta isn't breathing.

I stare in shock, not knowing what to do as finnick repeatedly gives him mouth to mouth and katniss cries his name.

Finally, he wakes up, and katniss kisses him before helping him to his feet and we instantly keep moving.

"Are you okay?" Finnick asks, and I shrug, it's hard to be okay when you can die at any minute here.

I stare at katniss as she climbs a tree before I turn to finnick.

"God, she does this a lot." I say as I lean close into his side.

"Yep." He mumbles as he wraps an arm around my shoulder.

"The arena, it's a dome, couldn't find any sources of fresh water either." She quickly rambles on but nobody says anything, I mean how could you.

As we all set up a small camp around the tree, I rest my head on a log and fall into a quick deep sleep, already extremely tired.

I rub my eyes confused to see everyone huddled round a tree.

"Y/n, come drink." Finnick calls, and I quickly stand up and run to the tree, pushing finnick to the side as I gulp down the water thirstily.

"Alright, alright, that's enough." Peeta says laughing before I move away from the spout, allowing anyone else who is thirsty to drink.

As katniss and peeta fall into their own conversations, I pull myself directly next to finnick and he stares at me happily.

"Although it's shit being in the arena again, I'm glad I'm here with you." Finnick tells me and I laugh and nod.

"And I'm glad you're here with me." I reply, and he nods.

"Nothing bad will happen to you. This time, I'm here with you to make sure of that." He tells me before yawning and leaning further into the tree we're leaning against.

"Go to sleep finnick, you're tired." I mumble before kissing his cheek, and he nods his head and closes his eyes.

"I wonder how johanna is.." I whisper to finnick although he is pretty much fully asleep.

"She's fine. She wasn't in the tribute show. Good night, y/n." Finnick states before he fully falls asleep.

Suddenly feeling wide awake I stand up and walk next to katniss everdeen. The girl on fire.

"Yknow, you don't talk a lot," She says to me, shaking her head.

"Not a whole lot to say, the capitol has been displaying everything about me ever since i survived my games so." I tell her shrugging, and she smiles and nods.

"Tell me about it." She says and I laugh.

"You've only gone through it for a year. Try six." I tell her before some fog approaching us catches my eye.

"We need to go, now." I scream as I stand up, waking both finnick and peeta up as they jump to their feet.

As we all begin sprinting, my leg begins to cramp up, so I slow down, but I instantly regret it once the fog touches my back and I let out an insanely large scream as I suddenly pick up my pace and begin sprinting again.

Everywhere hurts, and now my full body is covered in horrible warts and burns, to the point where I can't even lift my arms.

I cry and scream in pain as finnick stares at me.

"Y/n! Y/n, it's okay." He cries, finnick hates when I'm upset, but due to the scorching pain, I can't stop until he washes the water over me, and suddenly, all the warts and boils are gone and I sigh in relief.

"Thank you." I gasp, smiling at him as I sit up and he smiles.

"You're welcome, my love." He whispers before he kisses me and katniss clears her throat.

"We have company.." she says, and I break the kiss and look at katniss, following her gaze towards the weird mutt things.

I grab my sword back from finnick, not remembering when he took it and I stand up in alarm.

"What the fuck is that thing." Finnick asks, following my same motions, and that's when I realise they're surrounding us.

"To the beach!" Peeta screams as he tries to run in the direction of the beach, but a monkey thing jumps on top of him, stopping him from running, and suddenly all the monkeys are attacking and I'm slashing my sword from left and right, ignoring the foul screams coming from the monkeys.

We're only two seconds from the beach when the monkeys have us trapped again. It's like a stand-off. None of us are moving, and neither are they, one of the monkeys goes to lunge at peeta and one of the morphlings step out from the tree screaming and all the monkeys jump on her, giving all of us enough time to stab them all, killing most and injuring only three or four.

"We need to save her!" Peeta screams as he lifts her and runs towards the water.

Tears prickle in my eyes as I watch as the morphing takes her last breath looking upwards towards the sky.

Once the Canon goes off and the aircraft hovers close to where peeta left her body, finnick starts fishing, and I stand close to peeta and katniss but also distancing myself enough just so that they both still have enough privacy to talk.

"She sacrificed herself for me. She sacrificed herself for me, and I didn't even know her name.." I hear peeta mumble and katniss and I both turn to face him as I step closer and suddenly I realise maybe it wasn't only us in on the save katniss plan.

"She sacrificed herself for you? Why would she do that?" Katniss asks, and I go to say something, but finnick runs over with a few fish for us to eat before he sits and begins to gut them right in front of us.

After eating my body weight in fish, katniss whispers that there's people coming and that's when I hear johannas voice and I quickly stand up, running towards where I can now partially see johanna, except she's covered in blood, but I don't care I throw my arms over her and pull her into a tight hug.

"Johanna!" I hear finnick call from somewhere behind us.

"Why are you covered in blood?" I ask johanna as I pull away from the blood, looking down at myself and then realise I am now also covered in blood transfered from johanna.

"Blood rain." She says, and I nod, pretending I understand as we both walk into the water, clearing us of any and all blood, until I hear a female voice repeat "tick tock" over and over again.

"Will you shut her up!" Johanna screams, I guess she's been saying tick tock for a while, then if she's already angry.

"Whats that wire for?" I ask beetee, and he just shrugs before katniss screaming catches my attention.

"Wiress, you're a genius! The arena is a clock!"

As we all discuss the arena, wiress repeats the nursery rhyme "hickery dickery dock" before suddenly falling deadly silent which concerns me so I quickly look at her only to see a knife being pulled out from her neck and her body falls limp.

Katniss in shock draws and arrow and quickly kills the tribute, and I now realise it was gloss from district one.

Shit, katniss is going for their full blood line.

First Glimmer and now her big brother gloss.

Quickly, I realised enobaria, brutus, and cheshmere are all trying to get closer to us, or at least that was the case until the cornucopia begins rapidly spinning sending us all flying to the floor and for the careers they go flying into the water, I grip onto any rock that appears to be sticking out so I don't go flying into the water with the careers as I also dodge weapons, bags, crates and weapon racks come flying at us.

I don't know where abouts any of my allies are, but their struggling screams make me realise they're probably in the same situation I'm in right now.

I turn my head to the side, and I see katniss beside me, grabbing johannas hand in an attempt to not fly into the water.

"Katniss, you're slipping!" Johanna screams and suddenly katniss flies from johannas hand.

"I'll go after her!" I scream as I let go of the rock and fly into the water close to where katniss was.

I must've hit my head off of a rock because my vision is getting increasingly blurry by the minute, and I can feel the cold, salty water fill my lungs before I feel a pair of arms, finnicks arms pull me out of the water onto dry land.

I sit up and begin coughing all the water from my lungs until my throat is in agony, and even breathing feels like a punishment until I hear katniss break the silence.

"You almost died trying to save me." She gasps, placing a hand on my shoulder, and I rest a hand on top of hers.

"It's what friends do." I tell her laughing and finnick looks down at me and smiles before he helps me to my feet, but that's when he and katniss suddenly begin looking around and her and finnick begin chasing after jabberjays, no matter how much we try to stop them they've fell right into the jabberjay trap.

I begin sobbing at the sight of finnick crouched over, covering his ears. I can tell that whatever his jabberjays are screaming is truly horrible.

The hour seems to drag on forever, and thankfully, the jabberjays fly off and finnick straight away grabs my hand, dragging me towards the water.

Katniss' Pov

I stare at y/n and finnick as they both sit in the water, splashing each other with it and laughing, somehow they're having a good time and I can't help but smile before turning to johanna, as I suddenly need a question answered.

"What was finnicks jabberjays?" I ask johanna, and she frowns a little.

"Well, did you watch y/ns games?" She asks me and I shake my head.

"Well, when y/ns name was drawn, her big brother volunteered for the male tribute that year in order to make sure she made it out alive." She begins to explain and I nod my head, very interested.

"He was all y/n had, her only friend up to the point where she met finnick, and in her games she watched him get brutally murdered, like one of the worst deaths you could ever imagine and she let out the most blood curdling scream, thinking about it still runs my blood cold." She then finishes and I stare at her in shock.

"So that's finnicks jabberjay?" I ask, still not too sure on why the birds picked that.

"Well, yeah, because he couldn't do anything to protect her in that time, he felt completely useless, and it's now what keeps him up at night, didn't you see the way finnick reacted when he realised y/n was still in the water? He'd sacrifice his full life and more for that girl, in fact.. we all would, but he'd do it over and over again."

Back to your pov

"I love you." I tell finnick smiling as we both stand up before we go to walk to beetee.

"I love you too." He tells me before I quickly kiss him before I hear johanna screech our names, and we quickly walk over to beetee as he explains his plan on how we can electrocute all the careers, now that is a shit way to go.

As we have to wait till midnight to make our way to the tree, I begin to make a random conversation with katniss and peeta.

"You two remember Glimmer from last years games right?" I ask and they both nod.

"Girl from one, right?" Peeta asks and I nod.

"What about her?" Katniss asks, looking quite confused on why I started this conversation.

"Gloss and cheshmere the tributes from one this year? Yeah, that's her big brother and sister." I tell them, and katniss gasps, looking interested, and peeta chuckles.

"Well, at least her big brother is with her now." He says, attempting to make a joke, but I don't really think it's funny. Remembering my brother could've been with me if I hadn't gone into the games.

"Not a funny joke, peeta." Katniss snaps shaking her head, I guess johanna told her about me and my brother, huh?

I stare in front of me, the massive tree looming over as an argument breaks out amongst the people behind me about who's taking the wire down to the beach.

"Beetee should decide. It is his plan." I interrupt, and I hear katniss groan before her and johanna walk off, and suddenly the real plan is in action

Only moments later, katniss stands in front of finnick and I, her arrow raised at us as she threatens to shoot, I dont move, I don't even breathe, and neither does finnick.

One wrong move and either of us could be dead.

"Remember who the real enemy is here, katniss." Finnick yells, and she suddenly lowers her bow and her arrow and looks up at the sky and gazes as the lightning cloud begins to rumble and flicker with small sparks and before I knew it katniss is shooting her arrow into the sky and the full arena surrounding the tree explodes, sending katniss flying into finnick and I.

The arena begins to explode and fall apart around us, scaffolding landing at our feet as I scramble towards finnick who is staring up smiling.

"Are you okay?" I question, and he looks at me and smiles widely.

"Never been better, my love. The rebellion has only just begun." He tells me smirking.

[tillthelandslide]

I love an Instagram blurb and there are simply not enough for the 1975! I would humbly request an Instagram blurb for George or Ross w/ a non-famous reader. Perhaps they've been together for a bit, but the increase in popularity has resulted in people learning about her?

Mr Macdonald - Ross Macdonald Instagram AU

Thank you for requesting this, I loved doing this 💖 hope you enjoy

yourinstagram:

yourinstagram I may look cool but I was thinking about pizza 🍕

Liked by rass1975, yourbestfriend and 276 others

rass1975 you are cool bby. Miss you

-> yourinstagram why thank you Mr Macdonald. miss you too 🥹

yourbestfriend where's my credit for taking this picture? 😠

-> yourinstagram you're the best 😘

trumanblack sick 🤘

bedforddanes75 your so kewl 😎

-> yourinstagram FANKS Georgie

yourinstagram:

yourinstagram the best surprise ever 🥹 thank you @yourbestfriend for organising this

Liked by rass1975, trumanblack, yourbestfriend and 679 others

rass1975 couldn't keep me away for that long my love

-> yourinstagram I love you 🥹

trumanblack better bring him back, we've got a tour to attend

-> yourinstagram yes boss 🫡

yourbestfriend you're welcome 💖

rass1975:

rass1975 taking a short break from tour to spend some much needed time with my love @yourinstagram

Liked by trumanblack, bedforddanes75, yourbestfriend and 56,793 others

yourinstagram I love you 🥹

-> rass1975 I love you more

bedforddanes75 cuties

75fan how did I not know he was in a relationship? 😮

-> fan1 they've been together for ages!

-> 75fan how did I not know this? Who is she?

-> fan1 just a normal gal, she's lovely, I met her once and she offered to take photos for me with all the boys and held my stuff for me

-> 75fan omg cute, happy for him. Consider me obsessed

75fan:

75fan okay so I can't believe I didn't know Ross was in a relationship so I did some stalking. Found this picture on y/ns Instagram from ages ago. She seems so sweet and down to earth and like... Normal. I'm officially obsessed

Liked by yourinstagram and 2390 others

fan1 Im shocked that their relationship was like out there, like no secret at all but hardly any of us knew 🤦‍♀️ wtf

-> 75fan ikr madness

fan2 I love how she's just a normal girl like not famous but it also makes me unbelievably jealous haha

fan4 anyone know how long they've been together and how they met?

-> fan3 @yourinstagram pls answer our questions

-> fan5 @fan3 think we should respect their privacy

-> yourinstagram it's all good my lovelies, don't mind sharing this, we thought it was common knowledge haha. I went to school with the lads 😊 but Ross and I got together in 2014. Thank you all for the support 💖

-> 75fan omg you replied!! Thank you for sharing this with us ❤️

fan8 wow they've been together for so long 😳 that's adorable!

75fan:

75fan okay so I did more stalking haha. You can't stop me if you tried now because I'm obsessed... But LOOK I found this adorable picture of Ross and yn at an award show. Wanna know the best thing? She captioned it "babe you look so cool"

Liked 5701 people

Ross&yn_shipper omg so cute

fan2 she's a 75 fan like us ❤️

fan3 we stan

75fan @rass1975 you did good rass

-> rass1975 that I did ❤️ thank you for all the support

-> 75fan omg I'm dead 💀 first @yourinstagram replies and now you!

-> yourinstagram we ♥️ you

yourinstagram:

yourinstagram my love is going back on tour... I may or may not be joining him... Psssttt I am 🤭

Liked by trumanblack, bedforddanes75, yourbestfriend and 10,603 others

rass1975 so glad to be having you with us ❤️

trumanblack THE GANGS GETTING BACK TOGETHER

bedforddanes75 gang gang 🤘

-> yourinstagram never say that again Georgie

-> bedforddanes75 enough with the childhood nickname 🖕

-> yourinstagram hate you 😏

-> bedforddanes75 rass control your bird

-> yourinstagram might help if you @ him you old man

adam1975 this is going to be epic

75fan this photo though 😍

rass1975:

rass1975 as seen on @yourinstagrams phone screen

Liked by yourinstagram, bedforddanes75, 1975adam and 46,985 others

yourinstagram you're hot 🥵

rass1975 all yours ♥️

adamthe1975 I've made it

-> rass1975 lucky bugger

-> yourinstagram love ya @adamthe1975

yourinstagram:

yourinstagram lucky to have this bunch in my life since we were kids ♥️ p.s the guy with a beard is a total dilf

Liked by rass1975, trumanblack and 23,718 others

rass1975 adore you ❤️

-> yourinstagram 😘

trumanblack the best bunch ❤️

bedforddanes75 we look like we're in a band

-> yourinstagram funny that

rass1975 and yourinstagram:

rass1975 she said yes @yourinstagram can't wait to spend the rest of my life being your husband

Liked by trumanblack, bedforddanes75 yourbestfriend and 136,749 others

trumanblack AHHHH ❤️

bedforddanes75 crying, throwing up

fan3 omg I'm so fucking happy

yourinstagram love you Mr Macdonald