Ok, so as Iâm making my Kanan and Hera playlist, Iâve been sifting through other peoples and Iâve noticed a lot of older songs (especially 70s) which I love.
But now I canât get the image of them slowdancing in the ghost while the rest of the crew is out with the same vibes that a couple would dance in their living room to an old record out of my head.
Tampa Bay Buccaneers Team Reporter Casey Phillips: So you and Gronk got your 90th touchdown connection against Atlanta [Tom: Yeah!], which puts you second all time in the NFL. Why is he the guy you have this connection with?
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Tom Brady: He's hard not to have a connection with...he's so easy to like, be his teammate, to throw the ball to 'im, from a quarterback aspect. Just like, the connection we had since the beginning of our relationship, you know what I mean? He got picked when he was pretty young to come play together with me in New England and I think that position [the tight end] is so like, critical to the success of a quarterback because that throw to him is always available; you know, he's always a tough matchup to defend and then you put his incredible athletic ability and athleticism, uh, his speed; all the things that matter, but then there's an intellectual part that people don't see because they always think that Gronk is soft all the time but Gronk is a very very smart player, [and] person; he has very high awareness of everything, so we've been able to play together for a long time and do some really great things together and ummm...he just continues to blow me away. I mean, with all the stuff that he does as a player and how I seen him like, you know, go from a 20-year-old, 21 year-old kid to now, you know, he's just...he's so mature, [is] such a professional and...he LOVES football. He loves playin' and competin'. I think we're all...this team loves him as they should because he's just an amazing guy.
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Tom Brady talking about his Relationship with Rob Gronkowski // via the Tampa Bay Buccaneers YouTube Channel // Sunday, December 19th, 2021
Toji has never felt more alive before. Tojiâs known love before, but not like this. It isnât sweet or comforting⊠Thrilling, yeah, heâd say itâs thrilling. He feels like a dumb teenager again, but he loves the feeling.
Youâre sitting next to him in the car, singing along to the song on the radio as he drives you home. He has a hand on the wheel, the other caressing your thigh. Itâs a little late, but your night is just getting started.
âYour singing is awful.â Toji tells you as he parks in front of your apartment complex. He turns down the song still, wanting to hear your voice better even when he claims itâs badâ Thatâs how he knows something is wrong with him. Toji would tell you to shut up if you were anybody else.
He turns off the car when the song is over, and you whine because heâs ruined your fun. You quickly get over it when he opens your car door, offering his hand, which you take to prompt yourself out of the vehicle. Your arm enlaces with his before you begin the short walk back to your place.Â
âYour dad told me to make sure you get home safe, so no funny business.â Toji says, and you roll your eyes at him. Heâs the one that breaks the rule first each and every time, itâs annoying to hear him say that even when heâs clearly joking.
âStep-dad.â You correct him, though you know it goes in one ear and out the other. Heâll make the same mistake over and over again. âSince when do you listen to him?â
âSince he promoted me.â Toji responds, which earns a chuckle from you. Thatâs fair enough. He lets go of your arm, choosing to rest his hand on your lower back until youâre finally at your door.Â
âAlright, see ya.â You open the door and enter the place without even looking back at Toji. Youâre shutting the door, but his hand stops it. His arm wraps around your waist and he brings you back to him.
âThatâs not a proper goodbye.â He says, and thereâs a smirk on your face. Heâs not going to leave so easily, but you arenât going to let him have his way so quickly. Youâre convinced itâs the reason why Toji always comes back at your doorstep, seeking more.Â
Since the very beginning, you both agreed that you didnât want something that required commitment. It started off as something casual, but slowly your relationship has evolved. Itâs come to the point where you call him your boyfriend to othersâ Though, when someone asks about your relationship status, you tell them youâre single.Â
âNo funny business, Mr. Fushiguro.â You remind him, and you feel his grip tighten. You canât keep up the act for too long, quickly melting with his touch. He knows the effect he has on you, and you have to put up a fight at the very least to put off the illusion that youâre wrapped around his finger.Â
âSince when do you listen to me?â He asks, and you hold your breath. You bite down your lip before slowly turning to look at him.
âYou wanted me to take you more seriously this week, and Iâm doing what you told me.â Youâre fighting back on smiling right at his face. Youâre right, you had a minor argument earlier in the week because you âtreat everything he says as a jokeâ. He purses his lips together, thinking of his next words. âDo you have an issue with my attitude?â
Instead of answering, he chooses to pick you up from the floor, throwing you over his shoulder before walking inside. He shuts the door behind him and idles in your living room. Should he throw you on the couch or take you straight to the bedroom?
âPut me down, Toji!â You yell, hitting his back with your fist. It causes no pain or discomfort to him, so heâll ignore you. On the contrary, your fist hurts from making contact with his back. âToji! Put me down you big buffoon!â
He puts you down, per your request, gently laying you down on the couch. However, he gets on top of you so you really arenât free. Thereâs a smirk on his face as he looks down at you, which slowly fades away as he looks into your eyes. His cheeks turn pink as he looks back and forth between your eyes and lips.
Heâs in love, he really fucking is. Even at the mere thought of your presence, his heart feels like it's about to beat out of his chest. How can he not love you? Youâre so fucking beautiful, and thatâs the least impressive thing about you. Youâre compassionate, intelligent, hilarious, respectful, responsibleâ The list goes on. Youâre everything that he isnât.Â
âToji, get off me if you arenât going to do anything.â You stop the train of thought that goes through his head, and he proceeds to listen to you. You sit up on the couch, while he stands up, making himself welcome at your home and going to your kitchen to make himself a cup of tea.
âYou want some tea?â He asks as if you were the guest in your own apartment. You sigh, standing up from the couch and following him to the kitchen. You stay quiet, and he takes that silence as a no to his question.
You sit on the counter, watching every move Toji makes, in complete silence. Toji appreciates your gaze on him⊠But he canât help but feel as if somethingâs wrong. Youâre completely quiet, there must be something wrong.
âWhatâs on your mind?â He speaks up, not being able to bear the silence for too long. Silence between you is usually a good sign, he enjoys your presence as simple as it can be but thereâs something up with you tonight. Youâre watching him as if you were trying to figure something out. You shake your head, as if you have nothing to say but he knows you do, âI know that pretty little look on your face, youâre thinking of something.â
âI want to introduce you to my family.â You tell him, and he freezes. He furrows his brows before chuckling.
âYour family already knows me.â He answers, though he knows exactly what you mean. Heâll play dumb, thatâs what he does best. He hears the water boiling, and he turns his attention to that. He hopes that with his answer, youâll drop the subject. He doesnât want to flat out tell you that he wants to keep things a secret.
âWhereâs my mug?â He asks, searching the cabinets for the mug that he usually drinks from. Thatâs how serious things are, he has his own coffee mug at your place. He spots it, behind a nice tea set, one thatâs usually hidden away.Â
âI want to introduce you as my boyfriend.â You continue your conversation as he prepares his tea. Heâs more than capable of talking as he pours boiling water into the mug, but heâs not saying anything. Your words fall on deaf ears. âToji, I know that you heard me.â
âItâs such a big step.â He responds, and you feel your heart drop. A sheepish smile comes to your lips, and you nod in response. Youâre not one to argue much, and you definitely arenât a woman who will beg.Â
If heâs not ready, then heâs not ready. He knows that you wonât wait around for him forever. He lets out a low laugh before saying, âPlus, I wouldnât want your dad to kill me.â
âThat man wonât be the one to kill you if you keep calling him my dad.â You stick your tongue out at him, and he stops what heâs doing to walk over to you. He loves that youâre sitting on the counter, with little room to escape. His hands go on either side of you, a cocky smirk all over his face.
âYou killing me? Iâd pay to see that.â His face is inching closer to yours, stopping when heâs practically breathing on your face. His nose touches yours, and you feel your body get hot as your heart threatens to beat out of your body. Your hands go behind him, interlacing on the back of his neck. His voice is much lower when he speaks again, âMy big girl hurting me, oh Iâd kill for that.â
âSince when are you a masochist?â You ask, and you hear him chuckle. When it comes to you, heâs everything under the sun. Heâs looking into your eyes, getting lost in your gaze within a matter of seconds.Â
He really is in love, itâs fucking sick.Â
âSince a pretty little thing threatened to hurt me.â His hands go to your thighs, thumbs tracing lazy circles on your skin. If he continues, he wonât stop until heâs satisfiedâ Not that you particularly mind either.
âYour tea is going to get cold.â You remind him that thereâs something waiting for him. Youâre just waiting your breath, knowing that Toji has long forgotten about it. The moment he put the mug down, the tea was wasted.
âGood. I always burn my tongue for being too impatient.â He steals a kiss from you, and when he pulls away, you bring his head back. His lips are overpowered by yours, your tongue making its way into his mouth, pressing against his own. Itâs more passionate than the innocent kiss he had stolen from you. Itâs hard for you to stop once he gives you a taste.Â
âTojiâŠâ You place your forehead on his when you pull away. You look into his lustful eyes, the urge of asking a question that you shouldnât ask now, overtaking you. But you will, because in order to get what he wants, heâll say anything you want to hear. âDo you love me, Toji?â
His hands cup your face and he presses his lips against yours. Itâs just one kiss. Then two. You lose count, and youâre getting lost in his touch. Youâre melting with his every move, and the desire to hear him say he loves you grows. Youâre desperate to hear it, even if it isnât true.
âToji, answer my question.â You put your hand over his lips, stopping him from kissing you more. Itâs to no avail since it takes no effort from him to remove your hand, and resume kissing you. You donât stop him this time, instead, you allow yourself to indulge.
You accept the silence as a no, which you wonât take to heart. He doesnât have to tell you that he loves you when he doesnât. Itâs unfair to him when you agreed in the very beginning that this is something casual. You put him on the spot in hopes that heâll take what you have more seriously, but he isnât going to because it isnât what he signed up for⊠So why does Toji act so loving?
Your legs wrap around his waist as he picks you up before carrying you to your bedroom. He knows exactly where to go, not needing to look away from you for a single second. He continues to kiss you so needily, heâs searching for something that only you can provide.Â
âI need you.â He slips in inbetween kisses, which nearly drives you insane. Itâs not what you asked to hear, but youâll take it. He gently lays you down on the bed, once again on top of you and leaving you without an escape route. He kisses you slowly, his lips slowly moving down your body.
Tojiâs kisses come to a halt when your clothing gets in the way. He wants to curse at the fabric for covering you up and making his job slightly more difficult. He gets up from the bed and hurriedly takes off every article of clothing that denies him the lovely view of your body. He nearly wants to rip apart every piece but he wonât risk you getting mad at him for it.
âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â Toji says, licking his lips before tracing back all the places heâs kissed, just this time he wonât be interrupted by anything. Heâs going to fulfill himself to his heartâs content.
He kisses down to your breasts before focusing his tongue around your nipple. You feel a warm hand travel down your body, and getting caught between your thighs. You inadvertently get shy with him, even when this has become part of your weekly routine. He always manages to get past it, spreading your legs apart and stopping his mouth to tell you, âNowâs not the time to get shy, beautiful.â
His mouth wraps one of your nipples, sucking on it, as two fingers run through your slick folds. Youâre already so wet for him, and heâd tease you for it but his mouth is too preoccupied to mutter a single word. Tojiâs priority at this moment is making you feel goodâ As well as enjoying himself.
Youâre softly moaning while Toji flicks his tongue, and his fingers rub your clit. He detaches his mouth from your nipple, his lips going up to messily kiss yours before going back to your breasts. His mouth wraps around your other nipple, beginning to suck as two of his fingers apply pressure to your entrance.Â
âTojiââ His name rolls off your tongue when he pushes his fingers inside of you. Itâs the sweetest melody for his ears, motivation to keep him going. Your voice is all he needs to hear.Â
He doesnât waste a single second in satisfying you, curving his fingers so they hit just the right spot. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, pleasure already consuming you. Your thoughts from earlier are long forgotten while heâs doing what he does best.
Your moaning gets louder as his thumb begins to play with your clit. Itâs getting harder for you to contain yourself, since heâs stimulating you in every way possible. Heâs moaning on your tit, the vibrations of his tongue nearly sending you over the edge.Â
âYouâre such a good girl, baby.â He praises you, finally detaching himself from your breasts. His eyes focus on your face and the look of bliss thatâs written all over itâ And he isnât even close to being done.Â
Toji takes his fingers out before the pressure that builds up in your lower abdomen can release. Heâs usually not impatient, but his cock is throbbing in his pants and if he doesnât deal with it soon, heâll lose his mind. He almost feels bad for leaving you unsatisfied⊠Almost. The whine that leaves your lips makes a smirk appear on his face, making him comment, âAw, you need me so badly?â
âJust hurry up.â You respond in complete annoyance. Youâre clenching around nothing, needing him to fill you with pleasure. Just for tonight, he wonât tease you more. He just needs you so much, he canât waste any more time.
Toji strips down from his clothes, spitting into his palm before taking his cock into his hand. He slowly strokes his cock as his eyes watch you⊠What position will he take you in tonight? Before he can even decide, your legs wrap around his torso. Heâll watch your face contort with pleasure to serve as another stupid reminder that heâs in love with everything you do.Â
Tojiâs cock runs through your folds, slowly inserting himself into you. A soft moan escapes his lips as he feels you around him, feeling too good. This is what heâs been waiting for all night; his definition of a proper goodbye from you.
When he bottoms out he gives you a moment to adjust, until youâre moving for him, a little too desperate to wait any longer. Tojiâs hands hold on to your hips as he begins to move for you. Toji hates the feelingâ Heâs in ecstasy the moment heâs inside of you. Heâs addicted to you like a drug, how is he supposed to ever move on?
âYou feel so fucking good.â He says through gritted teeth, trying to contain himself. Although he sees that itâs not only him thatâs struggling in keeping control. Youâre arching your back, eyes rolling to the back of your head and lips parted as Toji hits every right spot.
âItâs too much, Toji!â Youâre practically yelling, even when he isnât doing much. He just does everything right even when heâs barely trying. It boosts his ego.
âYou can take it, baby.â He answers as his hand goes down to play with your clit, adding even more to your pleasure. Youâre completely putty with his touch. Youâre absolutely nothing. Itâs hard not to be when a simple touch of his makes you euphoric.
âTojiâ Fuck!â You moan, and he fucks you with more vigor every time he hears his name. It fuels him. He wishes it was a sound he got to hear each and every day. Every hour. Every minute. Every second.Â
âKeep saying my name, beautiful, it sounds so fucking hot.â He says and you chant his name as many times as he needs to hear it. Your mind is completely clouded, youâll do his every request with the promise that heâll satisfy you.
Maybe you should use the situation to your advantageâ Hear what you want to hear, but you canât. Tojiâs completely dominated your mind and body.
You get louder as your orgasm nears, slowly taking over you. Youâre clenching around him, getting him to moan your name because of the way you feel around him. Your hand is gripping the bed sheets, shutting your eyes as the pleasure of your body consumes you as a whole.
You feel Toji force your hand away from the bedsheet, forcing your fingers to intertwine with his. Your legs spasm as you reach your climax, a loud moan almost drowning out Tojiâs words, âYouâre so fucking beautiful.â
It doesnât take too long for Toji to follow your lead, too worked up from the mere thought of being with you. Toji fills you up with his cum, not even bothering to make the effort of pulling out. He never does anyway, heâs not going to change tonight.
Toji pulls out, laying down beside you as you both pant to catch your breath. After this heâll run you a bath and leave after a couple of kisses, itâs his usual routine. A routine he made to not get attached⊠A routine thatâs gotten him nowhere.
You turn your head to look at him while he stares at the ceiling. The answer is no, but the question still weighs heavy on your chest. âTojiâŠâ
âHmmâŠ?â He looks back at you, and thereâs a spark in his eyes thatâs unmistakable. You know that actions speak louder than words but you need to hear it.
âYou still havenât answered my question.â You respond, and a slight frown appears on his face.
âWhy do you need to know?â He questions, and you feel your heart is about to beat out of your chest. You bite down your lip, wondering if you should drop it. Never ask him again, even if you know youâll regret it in the near future.
âIââ A sigh leaves your lips. You canât hide it from him, even if he doesnât love you or care for you the way you care for him. âMy parents want me to get married soon.â
He knows. He knows all about your situation, more than heâd like to know. Toji doesnât say anything to comfort you, instead, he brings you close to him. He kisses the top of your head, instead of telling you all that he wants to say. Heâs not going to tell you all that you want to hear.
âIâm not worth it.â He mutters. He doesnât want you to ruin your future for him. Toji wants the best for you; after all, he is in love with you.
Even though it's different from the love he's experienced, he's still in love. No amount of arguing with himself will disprove it.
âWhat do you mean?â You ask him, hope in your eyes that heâll say something more. Youâd do anything to have him say just a little more. But he shakes his head, refusing to elaborate.
âIâll run you a bath.â Toji changes the topic, standing up from the bed and walking to your bathroom.
Heâll continue the routine, knowing itâs one of the last times that heâll get to do it.
SUMMARY: After not seeing you for a few weeks, you come back to the base acting strange.
WORD COUNT: 1.9k
TW: sexual themes, smut but not too explicit. anxiety, self-doubt. worried!simon, poor baby thinks he's done something wrongđcomfort and fluff, mind the english!đž
A/N: okay so yeah, i can't believe I finished this so fast. anyway enjoy!đ„čâšđ«¶đ»đgif's not mine' iloveyousimonriley!đ
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You try to even your shaky breathing before opening the door of the meeting room. Taking more than usual to toughen up, the last thing you want is anyone asking if you were okay. Not even your teammates and especially not Simon. Hands trembling when you open and close them, a cold sweat that runs down your spine with the clear signs of anxiety that will soon start to bubble up if you don't get this over with soon.
Another moment passes when all you can hear is your own heart racing in your ears and the world spins for a second; pushing the door open you enter. Everyone's already there, sitting around the wooden table. Four pair of eyes find you, Soap and Gaz smile your way and John nods motioning for you to take your seat next to Ghost. But you can't bring yourself to do it. You need space. You need to be left alone to battle with your own mind. Instead you grab one of the chairs and set it far from them, sitting in the far corner.
Price's eyebrows furrow but doesn't comment on it, merely resuming what he was just telling the rest of the task force. Everyone's attention is back to the Captain except for Ghost. Ghost who's frowning so hard behind the mask at your refusal to join them. It sparks a sense of irritation and worry.
He knows he shouldn't be feeling that way. You are not even together, even if a few nights spent in each other's rooms had taken place, he considered himself something akin to a friend more than just your superior or a few hook ups here and there. Were you important to him? Absolutely yes. He needed to see your eyes, needed you to look his way so he can see through you as he usually does. Your beautiful eyes would tell him what he needed to know.
But you ignore him.
Glaring at Price without really looking. Lost in your head. You know you should be paying attention but it's all static to your ears, it's the sound of every pen writing down on a sheet. Of feet being dragged across the tile floor. Bodies shifting in their seats. Someone sipping on water.
One of the boys making a comment as your leg bounces up and down not being able to stop it. All the voices inside are muffled and you just want to get out of there so bad.
"Sergeant?" Price calls you, raising his voice and pulling yourself back from your stupor.
Eyes blinking rapidly as your attention turns to him and the room is deadly silent. Was that a hair pin dropping in the hallway?
"Yes Captain?" You ask, body numb and cold.
Price sighs.
"I asked if there's anything else you want to know about the mission? You're leaving in two weeks with Ghost."
"Oh." The answer is muttered so lowly they can barely hear your voice. You find the face of the Lieutenant for one second before looking away as if it had burned you. Simon's body goes stiff. "No."
Not convinced but not wanting to push for another answer he dismisses all of you. You're storming out of the room before he's fully done, leaving the four men taken aback by your strange demeanor.
It's not until you've reached the women's barracks that you stop. If anyone had followed you, you didn't notice too preoccupied and deep in that somber haze that's been clouding your mind since you got back from home.
Memories of everything that went wrong. And the memories of the man across the room.
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A beautiful, warm feeling forms in your belly, big hands tightly hold your waist. His face hiding in the crook of your neck as your arms circle his broad shoulders holding onto him, sinking up and down on his lap. Sweet sounds of skin slapping against skin echo around the quiet night of his room. Simon mutters sweet nothings in your ear as you both chase your highs, coming undone at the same time he forces you took straight to his brown eyes and your heart flutters, overwhelmed at the way he takes in your presence and breathes the essence of you. Just you as a whole. He doesn't let you go until he's spilled everything inside you, massaging you over the soft fabric of your âhisâ shirt that neither bothered to take off, too enraptured to care.
"Hey, you with me?" giving a small squeeze to your hip Simon let's you touch his face and trace the scars that adorn the uneven parts of his skin. He notices the way your attention seems to drift away from where you are.
"Yeah. Was thinking about us."
His brows lift.
"What about us?" Inhaling deeply you shake your head lifting from your spot and walking on somewhat wobbly legs, Simon follows you to the bathroom wondering why you're acting so strange. "Sweetheart?"
"It's nothing, I promise." He watches as you clean yourself, he could've done it âhe has every other timeâ but now with your sudden change he doesn't know what to think. "I have to go. My parents are waiting for me."
Clenching his jaw he decided to not pressure you on the matter. Ghost was aware that visiting your parents or talking about them struck a nerve within you.
"Want me to give you a ride?" You look at him through the mirror and shake your head in denial.
"I can take the bus."
"Love..."
"It's fine, Simon." You utter. "It's fine."
Turning around on your heels you walk past him, who stays anchored to the same spot outside the bathroom. He watches as you gather your belongings and begin to dress. Simon crosses his arms over his chest.
"Text me when you get home, please?"
A curt nod is all you give him.
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You never texted him although he had tried to reach out to you in the next few days and you try not to think about everything that's happened as you strip naked and step in the shower. Warm water washing your body, forehead pressing on the cool tiles of the wall. Shoulders shaking, hands coming to your mouth trying to muffle your sobs.
The all too clear picture of your father telling you no one could ever love you. Your mother doing her best to console you when you had told her the truth.
"I- I think I love him mom." sad eyes fixated on the far wall. "And I don't know what to do."
She had taken your hand with a beautiful smile on her lips.
"Any man would be lucky to have you, darling."
Her words resounding in your ears, and your eyes glimmer with hope. Hope that maybe she's right.
But you had promised to never let it get that far. You'll lose him and that's what pains you the most.
Girl's snickering and walking in the shared showers can be heard from behind, you can't see them but the sound of their giggles fade away in an instant. Gone as soon as they came. Turning off the water pipes you wrap yourself with the white towel neatly hung on the bathroom rack and the moment you slide the curtain open you're met with brown eyes leaning against the opposite wall. He's been waiting, hearing you cry. Shooing away all the women who came with a single hard look their way. No doubt gossiping about the Lieutenant being in the women's section.
A long silence stretches between the two before he finally breaks it, pushing himself off the wall and slowly walking towards you, who holds the towel against your body in a vice-like grip.
"Haven't heard from you in days. Weeks." He starts, eyes following the droplets that travel down your body and back to your face. You've been crying. Simon hates seeing you cry and not being able to do anything about it. It makes him feel powerless, worthless. What do you call a man that can't even help his girl? "You've been ignoring me. May I ask what's going on?"
He's calm, controlled despite the rage within him. You never texted him back that day, never answered his calls leaving him worried and dwelling on the whole situation.
His own insecurities sparked the worst.
"Nothing, just personal stuff Lt." clearing your throat you try to walk past him but he grabs your arm.
"Bloody hell don't call me that. I'm asking as...-"
"As what?" You bite back, eyes snapping up at him as tears collect in your eyes. Simon grits his teeth he wants to say a lot but no words come out. "You shouldn't be here. People will talk."
"I'm not leaving until you speak. What's got you like this." You shake your head. "Fucking Christ I can't fix this if you don't tell me." He hisses.
"There's nothing to fix!"
"Just bloody talk to me, I'm losing my mind was it something I said?" He's not screaming but he's panting hard. "Was it something I did?!" He demands, big terrified, desperate orbs screaming for a sign.
"I fell in love with you!" You confess, eyes widening in horror at what you just said. Fervently shaking your head and walking back, away from him. Simon's eyes widen for a fraction before he's reaching out again hands cradling your face in them with a wild, desperate look. Your vision blurred thanks to the tears.
"Say it again." He pleads, his voice barely above a whisper. Like the sound of snow falling from the sky during the winter. You freeze in your spot, chewing on your lower lip.
"I fell in love." His body relaxed, all the tension he has been bearing on his shoulders for the past days slowly fades. "And we agreed we couldn't let this happen. Never. Forgive me Simon."
"Silly girl." He breathes in, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs. "You haven't been paying attention, have you?"
"What?" You mumble, one hand coming up to rest on one of his.
"You're in my mind even when you're not supposed to be."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I'm an idiot." His forehead connects with yours and you can finally breathe again. After the hellish days at home, the sense of being loved and protected by the man you love is enough to overwhelm you. "Thought I was losing you for a moment. Nearly lost my mind, love."
"No. Never." You promise, hugging him tightly against your body. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Simon I just... I just didn't know what to do."
"S'alright." He soothes you. "I've got you." Feeling like the luckiest man alive, even if he didn't deserve to be loved.
He remembers the moment when he had fallen for you, the day you smiled up at him under the starry night on the roof of the safe house, covered in blood and dirt.
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đ Kim Namjoon likes to spend time in a discord server⊠dedicated to him. With new friends and a budding crush, will he ever be able to truly be himself without revealing who he is?
đšïž oh this one is so good! Itâs amazing! The concept and plot is soo funny! I would be scared if this happened to me đ
đ as a surgeon forced to volunteer as a paramedic in the Seoul Fire Department during an unfortunate probation incident, your one and only goal was to get to work, do your thing, and get the hell home and back to your original high-salary job. But when the SFDâs Chief is the incredibly attractive, cocky, and persistent Kim Namjoon, things start to get heated. Â
đšïž holy shit this is amazing đ Namjoon as a firefighter? So fucking hot đ„ oc as a surgeon turned paramedic âš and all the action, the tension, the friends with the whole crew and all the guys??? đ„č Fuck. This one is amazing, another favorite!Â
âShow Me How @imaginationofacrazyfangirl [3.9k]
// knj x f.reader // tinder!au, virgin!au // đ„”
đ you swiped right on a nerd, instead you got a Greek God. Or tired of your virginity, you decide to throw caution to the wind and find a hookup on tinder.
đšïž omg this is really amazing! Iâm going to warn you that it ends on a cliffhanger and thereâs no other part to it, but itâs so amazing and itâs worth a read even though youâll 100% be left wanting more đ„čđ Their chemistry is so off the charts and the foreplay is so good đđŸ
âReal Magic @here2bbtstrash [16.7k]
// knj x f.reader // christmas!au, workplace!au, single dad!Namjoon // đ„”đ„°
đ the holiday season has never meant anything to you beyond suffering long hours for minimum wage and awaiting the collapse of capitalismâ but this year, youâd be willing to add making out with your dilf coffee shop boss to the list.
đšïž omg this was just so fucking amazing đ„° I love everything about it and the plot was so fluffy đ„ș Namjoon was just so fluffy and I love his kid âš Such a sweet holiday fic, and even if it isnât read around Christmas time it will bring a smile to your face. Itâs truly amazing đŻđ
âSweet Company @remedyx [4.4k]Â
// knj x f.reader // coffee shop!au, christmas!au, s2l // đ„°
đ no one should ever have to spend the holidays alone. Coffee makes for better conversation than eggnog anyway.
đšïž ih this was so cute and fluffy with a sprinkle of angst. I really loved the length that Namjoon went through for oc and it was such a sweet gesture đ„č Itâs completely SFW!!!
âLost & Found @l0mljeonjungkook [9.6k]Â
// knj x f.reader // single mom!reader, bf2l // đ„°đ„”
đ eight years beside him were nothing but a roller coaster ride. Being a single mother wasn't easy, but your best friend, Kim Namjoon made your way smooth. You never knew you felt something for him until you read his diary, which you weren't supposed to read ever. What will you do, if not only you but Hyeon, your baby, and your best friend Namjoon, wants the same, what you desired for so long?
đ with Jin being the student body president, you have to keep your purely sexual relationship on the DL, but what happens when itâs no longer just sexual?
đšïž oh I really liked this one! The tension and energy between oc and Seokjin uffff đ„
đ loving your best friendâs brother is forbidden so what is even more forbidden you might ask. Itâs writing smut about him. Can you still remain friends after he discovers your secrets?
đšïž iiihhh, it was so good! âšđ„”
âSmall Tuna Fish @floralseokjin [17.1k]
// ksj x f.reader // college!au, f2l // đ„”đ„°
đ Kim Seokjin is a really nice guy. (Not to be confused with a âNice Guyâ). Too nice for someone like you, youâre sure. Which is why youâve been attempting to ignore whatâs going on between you. He couldnât possibly be flirting with you. He couldnât possibly like you. Could he? It the end, it takes one charity car wash event and one â or two, depending on how dirty your mind is â soakings to make things very clear.Â
đšïž damn, this was so funny, sweet and sexy at the same time âšđŻ loved the plot, the car washâthe wetness?? Omg. Everything was so fucking perfect đ
âDream Come True @sugaurora [16.8k]
// ksj x f.reader // brotherâs best friend!au, f2l // đ„”đ„°
đ since your brother had warned you years ago that his best friend Seokjin was off limits, youâd only allowed yourself to safely fantasize about him in your dreams. Youâre not sure why tonight his lips feel so much softer and his hands so much warmer than usual, but youâre also not about to complain.
đšïž shit Iâm in love with this đ€§ Itâs so fucking amazing, beautiful, sweet and fluffy. I lived it so much đ đŻ
đ marrying your childhood best friend was not the love story that most painted it to be. you knew that better than anyone else.
đšïž I really adore stories where the characters undergo emotional development đ„č and these⊠They grow so much, and they even have supportive friends and family đ€§ Jin was a bit of a douche yes but he learned from his mistakes (hopefully keeps at it) and I really loved everything in it đ€§âš I also loved that Jin suggested couples therapy, because I think that would be a big assert for them to achieve a healthier marriage đ„č and when he asked oc on a date, and she went âbut were married?â đ€ also, I really think that going on dates while married is a really good way to keep the marriage alive too đ„°đ I really loved it đŻ
đ spending the winter vacation with an ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend was not something anyone would ever consider doing. spending the winter vacation with both an ex-boyfriend, his new girlfriend, and the one night stand youâd used to try to get over him, well that was a whole other situation that anyone sane would have fled from. and yet, here you are. caught between your best friend (and consequently your ex-boyfriend), and the very same man who youâd fallen into bed with after a night of wallowing in self pity. all while stuck in the picturesquely beautiful - and cruelly romantic - austrian alps. well. at least you can say you had an interesting christmas.
đšïž PERFECTION đŻ This was so fucking incredible, I donât know where to begin⊠I love Jin in this, heâs so fucking funny charming, sweet, kind and witty. Heâs so him. The dynamic between all of the characters was amazing, and the tension and unresolved feelings between oc and Jungkook was so fucking good! I loved all the jealousy too, and then the fading of the jealousy. When things shifted for oc, how Seokjin helped her, and in that, she fell for him đ€§ Such a lovely Christmas story! Thereâs a lot of angst in it, yes, and tension, dear god, the tension is so good đ there humor, happiness, live and friendship. And missed chances, living with consequences đ„čâš IT WAS SO FUCKING GOOD. IF YOU HAVENâT READ IT BEFORE, DO IT NOW, AND IF YOU HAVE, READ IT AGAIN đ
đ having known him for yearsâfrom a small mistake on your behalf, and a favour on hisâyouâre one of the only people he seems to be able to put up with for company. Certainly the only one heâs half-way decent with. But whatâs more surprising to you is that despite his name, reputation, and the fact heâs always joked heâd have killed anyone else by this point, is that heâs never once tried to cause you harm. Actually, heâs almostâŠprotective of you. In his own weird way. And obnoxiously flirty.
đšïž there is just so much in this one, and itâs so fucking amazing!!!! Thereâs so much lore, and brilliant storytelling and the writing was just so fucking suberb âš This is hands down one of the best stories Iâve ever read, and Iâm so happy I did and Iâll revisit this story again sometime, because, fuck, it was just soo fucking good!!! đ I think this will be a perfect read at least once a year, preferably around Halloweenâ and then also on Yoongiâs birthday, because đ„” Really, you should read this anything, multiple times! This has really become one of my personal favorites đ
đ you used to find comfort in itâlistening to those old songs. the shy sounds of falling in love, the tinkling of a ring in a dish, the inevitable crash and burn. all those songs arenât so comforting anymore, when youâd do anything to keep him and yoongiâs got one foot out the door.
đšïž this was so heartbreakingly good, I donât know where to begin!? Itâs so raw and real, and this is very special to me, because I relate to the plot a lot. It really describes some struggles of marriage and relationships so well, how they handle the tough times! It was such a good read! Is it angsty? Yeah. Did I cry? Yeah. It was just perfection. I was really moved by this. So relatable, raw and realistic. So emotional. So beautiful đ€§đ
đ as a writer, your favorite place in the world is the library. But youâre quickly coming to realize that it might not be the books that keep drawing you back, but the handsome, smart librarian who always knows exactly what you need.
đ you haven't moved on from your ex, can someone else pick up the pieces for you or are you going to keep yourself in the cycle of the failed relationship?
đšïž Oh this was bittersweet đ„ș going back to a guy who hurt you (Iâm guessing emotionally), but heâs your home and comfort đ„ș I can see why OCâs toxic in her behavior, and I feel sad for everyone involved đ€§ The story is really good and itâs very emotional đ
đ Throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brotherâs older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong⊠and this wasnât a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.
đšïž 3tan is back on the list!!! đ„° In case you havenât read the new drabble of 3tan717 âBet Wrongâ please go do it now, itâs so fucking good, sweet and dirty âš
đ it's your first anniversary as a married couple but not only did you forget today's special occasion, you also didn't prepare a self-made gift for your husband -- except for the bundle of joy in your womb.
đšïž This was so fucking cute and sweet!! Omg I loved it so much đđŻđ
đ all you do is wake up, sell your fruit on the dusty streets below your flat, and go to sleep. but everything changes when a customer you always look forward to seeing turns out to be dangerous. really, really dangerous.
đšïž Another amazing story from Ryen! This Yoongi is dark and so so interesting. Thereâs a lot of suspense, tension and angst, but itâs so fucking good! Itâs fast paced, and itâs a slow burn at the same timeâ donât ask me how Ryen does that, but itâs perfect! đđ
đ nobody has ever succeeded at swooping you off your feet. that is until you become coach assistant for your collegeâs swim team and maybe then, you learn everybody deserves a chance at love.
đšïž wow, wow, wow. Enemies to lovers? đ„” The tension between them was so fucking good, and the fact that it was a swim team??? Ehm hello? It was so wet, juicy and perfect!!! I loved everything in it (it was also witty and funny!) âšđŻ
đ itâs no secret your manager is very, very good looking. So what can be expected of you when you spend one too many nights locked up on your own with him?
đšïž manager Hoseok? I would not be able to function at work đ„” it was so hooooot âš
âStop Being so Cute @thatmultifandomhoe [3.4k]
// jhs x f.reader // coffee shop!au, s2l // đ„°
đ Hoseok consumes porn like he does Cheetos: in unhealthily large amounts. Heâs seen, and jacked off to, most things imaginable. But there are those photos that always draw him backâŠÂ
đšïž fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It was so amazing âšđŻ The tension?? So high and hot! The smut? I donât know where to begin?? đ„”
đ your relationship with your best friend has always been strange - especially since you started as friends with benefits.Â
đšïž this was so fucking hot Iâm going KAVSVDBAKAVFK đ€§
âFake Love @aquaminwrites [16.2k]
// jhs x f.reader // fake dating!au, christmas!au, e2l // đ„”
đ every year, your family spends the holidays at your parentsâ cottage in the country. Freshly single and not wanting to be picked apart by your family for being alone, you decide to recruit one of your friends to pretend to be your boyfriend. The only available volunteer? Your brother Namjoonâs roommate, Hoseok. Only problem? He absolutely hates your guts.Â
đšïž I just love Christmas stories, and then you add a fake relationship, only one bed and enemies and brotherâs best friend??? Hello. It was awesome, thank you very much âš I really loved it đ so, so good! đŻ
đ the first time you see Park Jimin youâre instantly entranced by him. And it turns out he lives in the apartment next to the one youâre moving into, so even better heâs your hot neighbor. When the previous tenant confesses to you that he was the best hook up she ever had, youâre that much more intrigued. The first time you meet him, however, youâre deciding immediately that you hate him and want to stay as far away from him as possible. Jimin is determined to be a constant in your life though, and he definitely is that. Both a constant flirt and a constant pain in your ass. Is a ruined second impression enough to prevent you from ever giving him a second chance?
đšïž it was so good! And I feel like I want to know so much more about why Jungkook doesnât like Jimin, why heâs saying not to invite him into OCâs life. It was such a good prologue! đ„č Sadly it hasnât been updated, so Iâll make this as a discontinued series⊠But I still think itâs worth a read because both the writing and the story was so good đâš
đ you love writing. itâs your passion, itâs what you dream to do forever. up until you find out the guy you really like also happens to be the guy whoâs stealing your ideas. then it sucks.
đšïž this was really cute đ„č it hasnât been updated after chapter two, so I assume that itâs discontinued. I really like the plot though!!! đ
đ a typical night for you begins at the library in your favorite chair underneath the lamp in the corner, only to be picked up at 3am by your best friend, Jimin. Despite having slept over in his room several times before, this certain night in Sigma house leads to far more than you ever imagined. But what is to come of your friendship once you reveal those two little lines that will change your lives forever?
đšïž ahhhh this was so cute, lovely, fluffy and funny! It was also sprinkled with a bit of angst that made me tear up and scared for a moment đ„ș but the ending was happy đ„° I really loved it đđŻ
đ during a visit to New York, Jimin stops in front of a bar in passing and takes notice of you inside; lonely, gloomy, and so beautiful. Heâs immediately drawn to you and canât shake the image of you. He returns later that night, hoping he can still meet you. But will you feel the same way?
đšïž this was cute đ„č And for some reason, this felt very âwhoâ coded đ„č really fluffy but itâs a bit bittersweet, but hopeful ending! I really loved it đ
đ for Park Jimin, you are everything he will ever needâhis assistant, his housekeeper, his task runner, his fairy godmother. For you, he is more than everything. You have dedicated your life for him and, before you even realised it, your heart belongs to him alone. The only problem is that he is never yours, and you are living in a world that your love for him is nothing more than a fairytale ending. As you are suddenly given a chance to wake up and face the real world, will you be ready to embrace it? Will he be ready to deal with the world without you in it?
đšïž this has been on my trl for forever, and then, it was only a one-shot, so color me pleased and pleasantly surprised to find out that this is now a freaking trilogy đ€Żâš I loved everything in it, and itâs so fucking amazingâ if you have not already read it, you are certainly missing out! This is definitely one of my all time favorites đ
đ not all that glitters is gold but you, qualified gold digger, carrying on your back immense experience acquired all around the globe, came to the city of el paso del conte with one goal in your mind: to hit the jackpot of the eldorado of Texas. and nothing, no tragedies and adversities will stop you from pursuing it. but in every fairytale-like, too-good-to-be-true story, thereâs a catch. this time, it comes in the name of park jimin, annoyingly handsome archeologist, your sworn enemy and biggest rival.Â
đšïž this has been on my trl list for some many fucking years đ well, I finally got to read it! And it was amazing, it was so fucking funny! Filled with witty banter, jokes and stereotypical jokes đ World building was so good too! And the smut? Fire đ„” I really loved it đđŻ
âBackseat Serenade @jungkxook [10.7k]Â
// kth x f.reader // est. relationship, band!au, brotherâs best friend, punk!Taehyung // đ„”
đ falling in love and having weekly sex with kim taehyung is wrong for a number of reasons â and, no, thatâs not including the whole other issue that heâs also your brotherâs best friend
đšïž This was so fucking amazing đ„”đâš
âAny Way You Want It @noteguk [6.6k]
// kth x f.reader // childhood bf to lovers // đ„”đ„°
đ in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.Â
đšïž fuck this was so cute, and fuck the smut was so hot đ„”âšđŻ
đ Kim Taehyung is your best friend. Considering him as anything more was asking for a collapsed relationship. You two were just two points in the sky, side by side, always shining together. Stars arenât meant to collide, right?Â
đšïž ĂANFBGĂSB. Yep. Speechless. It was so hot! Amazing! And funny too âšđ
đ Kim Taehyung is your assistant and moonlights as a masseuse in the evening. When you came to the office the morning after a bad date, all you wanted is his hands all over your body.
đ it was love at first sight, however, what you had imagined was very different from real life. In other words, Kim Taehyung didnât know you existed.
đ when your brother goes to study on a semester abroad, your life collides with his best friend Jeon Jungkook, who's coincidentally your roommate. Will you survive the collision, or will you crumble into dust?
đšïž the series are completed! I still need to read the last chapter, but it's so fucking good đ If you haven't read this one yet, you really should, and remember to read all the drabbles from JK's pov for each chapter âš
đ Jungkook may have broken up with you a year ago, but that's not going to stop him from coming to your rescue when he sees you being cornered by a creep.
đšïž aaaaaaah this was so good! The smut, the plot (JK is protective and I love it), I really loved everything about this âšđŻ
đ when Jimin hits a crisis, he enlists the help of his older sister - you - and his best friend, Jungkook, to put the pieces back again. That proves to be difficult when 1) Jiminâs a brat and a certified pain in the ass, and 2) Jungkook has grown and suddenly, you canât keep your eyes off him.
đšïž omg this was so fucking amazing đâš The characters are amazing in this, thereâs cute backstory, details and the sibling bond is top tier, and the chemistry between oc and Jungkook is so fucking good! The tension is perfect and I love the slow burn đ„° I feel this was also a bit on the existential side, which I really love. Like the dialogue had me thinking about my own life! I love when that happens! And it was so fun reading about siblings, and Iâm missing my own baby sister right now. Anyway, it was exceptionally good! Amazing! đŻ And thereâs a mention of Jungkookâs glazed potato incident you canât miss! It was so fun (both this and the run episode đ). Canât recommend this one enough!!
đ you had always been a part of the plastics and he was born on the wrong side of town. what happens when your worlds collide, and you realize that he is the only one in your life thatâs not fake?Â
đšïž omg this was so heartbreakingly sad đđđđ It was beautiful, and I loved it, donât get me wrong, but Iâm so sad đ that ending đ€§
đ after a drunken one night stand with your neighbor, you have your reasons for wanting to forget it ever happened and never talk to him again. Unfortunately, Jungkook wins the award for the worldâs worst neighbor so his 3 am wakeup calls and mail stealing have you banging at his door on an almost weekly basis. You just want to make it to the end of your lease so you can leave all the traces of the fuckboy next door behindâŠunless your feelings get in the way of course.
đšïž it was funny and cute! I really liked it and there is a plot twist in there that I wonât spoil! âš
đ bringing Jungkook along as your date to your exâs lavish cruise wedding seemed like a perfect idea at first â all of your family and close friends together, nothing can go wrong⊠then Jungkookâs ex shows up and all of a sudden youâre in a years long relationship with him. You donât mind though, really, how hard can sharing a cabin and pretending to be deeply in love with your best friend really be?
đšïž this story is so fucking good! I love everything in it, and the characters are so good and detailed (even the minor characters!!!). This is totally a new all time favorite of mine đ
đ the Gong-li Empire has been on the peak of its power for a little over a millenium, and there was a very simple reason for that - dragonkind. When the first emperor of the Li Dynasty struck a deal with a witch that would allow him to bind dragons to the crown and force them into obedience, it was the beginning of its reign of terror and the end of freedom for creatures as old as nature itself. Now, a woman hoping to change everything enters the ranks of the elite dragon rider unit among the imperial army and meets seven men that not only change her life, but help her change the fate of the whole world.
đšïž this is so fucking amazing; thereâs a lot of lore to dig into, the characters are good and funny. The storytelling is so good too! I canât wait to read more of this one âš If you love fantasy and dragons, Iâm sure youâll love this one đ
đ your government has been telling you to prepare for war, just as a precaution given the recent political changes around your country. Did you listen and prepare? No. Are you paying the price now, friends all but gone, and your city burned to pieces? Yes. Survival instincts kicking in, you search for a place to rest, nourish your battered and hungry body, only to find yourself at the porch of a stranger. Will he help you, or leave you to your own demise?Â
đ youâve been working for the New World Order as an assassin for years, guarding secrets without batting an eye or asking questions. But when a striking pink haired man shows up at the headquarters stealing information, he makes you question everything. With all of humanity at stake, what will you do?Â
đ life as a mermaid is wonderful, especially when your merman boyfriend, Seokjin, treats you just right. But youâre beginning to recall memories that you donât think are yours from life on landâ from a past life maybe? When you do realize that the memories are in fact your own, the world comes tumbling down around you, questioning your very existence. Are you even a real mermaid?
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omg this is the first time i do this bc i always think i become a burden when i request sthđ« BUT I PLUCKED MY COURAGE BC I LOVE YOU AND I HAVE A BOMB ASS IDEA BUT MY WRITING CAPABILITIES CANNOT DO IT JUSTICE. Ok sođ«ą childhoofriend!/meandom!genshu lin x childhoodfriend!/sub!reader x childhoodfriend!/teasedom!jiyan after the war (lets pretend genshu didnt disappear/get unalived) and they release their pent up emotions by doing the deed and of course reader is more than happy to welcome them. Reader has enough holes for the two as you saidđđ
POOKIEEEE ILYSMđ„čđ«¶đŒ i hope you like this!!!!!
What are Best Friends For?
ă°cw: none
ă°tags: sub fem!reader, mean dom!geshu lin, teasing dom!jiyan, all childhood besties with each other, creampie, unprotected sex, oral m!receiving, double penetration, anal, a lil degradation, throat fucking, a dash of stinky angst in the beginning
ă°nsfw under the cut
ă°m!list here
You always worried for your two best friends considering they were always at each other's throats, always arguing about battle strategies, what was right and wrong, or accusing the other of spending more time with you. You still did your best to act as a mediator or to provide them with whatever type of support they needed, no questions asked.
And right now, they both needed you. More than ever.
Standing in the middle of battleground, the retroact rain surrounds both of them and all of Geshu Lin's soldiers. If looks could kill, Jiyan would be dead on the spot with the way Geshu Lin glowers at him. Jiyan stands his ground, "This isn't right. There's something wrong with this rain. It would be wise to retreat unless you really want everyone to die here."
Geshu Lin's tongue runs across his teeth before speaking in a biting tone, "Last I checked, you were only a combat medic." He scoffs, speaking again with disdain, "If thousands of my men must die, then so be it. Now shut up and keep moving." Jiyan stands there as the general turns away, barking orders at his soldiers, rage and concern bubbling up inside of him.
They both promised you they would be safe, that they would return home to you unscathed. But with Geshu Lin's bullheaded pride, the chances of coming home to the girl they both loved in their own way seemed unlikely. Jiyan couldn't allow Geshu Lin to go through with this.
"General, listen to me", he calls out. Geshu Lin ignores him at first continuing on until Jiyan's next words make him stop dead in his tracks. "What about y/n...? We made her a promise. Do you truly intend to break it?", Jiyan's voice is sad, almost desperate. Desperate for his arrogant childhood friend to just listen to him for once.
Geshu Lin stands still for a few moments before partially turning back to face Jiyan with narrowed eyes. He can see the sincerity and concern in Jiyan's expression, making something twist inside of his chest. "Put aside your pride, Geshu... Stop this before there is no going back", he pleads with deep resolution.
Geshu Lin grits his teeth, fully turning to look at Jiyan. "I'm doing this because of y/n, not because you personally told me to retreat", he growls out. Relief washes over Jiyan's features, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
You stand there pacing back and forth by the front window of your house, gnawing at your fingernails, worried as hell for the men you cared for so deeply. Only a few moments later do you hear their voices as they walk up the path towards your home, arguing with each other as usual.
You throw open your front door, running out to meet them with teary eyes and a smile that wobbles as you try not to cry tears of relief, "You're back! I was so worried I-" Jiyan pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly, nuzzling his nose into your hair and breathing in your sweet scent.
"No need to worry anymore, I'm here...", he coos softly earning him a harsh glare from Geshu Lin. Geshu Lin pulls you from Jiyan's grasp and into his own embrace. "I'm here too", he speaks through gritted teeth, keeping his golden eyes narrowed at Jiyan who gives him an incredulous look in return.
You breathe out a laugh as Geshu Lin practically squeezes the life out of you, "I'm happy you're both here." You pull back slightly, only able to because Geshu Lin allows you. You look between the two of them with a little smile, "Let's not fight. We're all here together, so let's enjoy this moment." Geshu Lin grumbles and Jiyan gives a hint of a smile.
"Tell me what I can do to make you both happy", you speak, eyes flitting between the two pairs of intense golden eyes as you offer a solution like you always do. Geshu Lin's lips twitch up in a slight smirk which Jiyan catches, releasing a breath as he addresses him, "Be nice, Geshu..." You raise a brow and Geshu Lin's smirk widens as something glimmers in his dangerous gaze, "No promises."
With that, Geshu Lin scoops you up, making you yelp in surprise as he carries you over his shoulder, practically kicking your door down as he enters your home with Jiyan following behind.
Once inside, Geshu Lin sets you down on the bed unceremoniously which makes you laugh out of both surprise and amusement. Jiyan stands by the edge of your bed, watching Geshu Lin's every move, golden eyes flickering between the two of you.
Geshu Lin begins to peel of his clothes piece by piece with a smirk plastered on his fierce but handsome face. His toned muscles ripple in the soft light of your room, pale cock twitching against his abdomen. Jiyan follows suit, stripping off his clothes and tossing them in a pile on the floor.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you take in the sight of your two best friends bared before you. Their bodies are different yet similar, equally captivating and littered with old scars. Jiyan is the first to move, kneeling between your legs as his hands travel up your thighs, "You're going to be a good girl for us, yeah?"
You breathe out a small 'yes', to his words, making the corners of his lips curl up as he stands back up, both men looking down at you with a mix of danger and pleasure in their eyes. "Then strip", Geshu Lin chimes in with a sharp command as he slowly strokes his cock.
Your breath hitches at his command. Sure this wasn't anything new between the three of you, but only ever separately. You never thought you would be pleasing them both at the same time, but you would do absolutely anything for them. You strip off your tank top and bra, nipples hardening as the cool air of your room brushes over them.
Next comes your shorts, fingers fumbling the with button and zipper as you tug them down your legs along with your panties, exposing yourself fully to your friends' hungry grazes. You watch as they exchange a glace, their silent communication passing through them as though they've finally agreed on something for once.
Their eyes linger on your body as if committing every inch of you to memory. They both approach with predatory grace, Geshu Lin stands close to your face and Jiyan stands in front of your spread legs. Geshu Lin takes your chin in his free hand, tilting your head up to look at him.
"Here's how this is gonna work, doll. You're gonna lay back and put your head over the side of the bed so I can fuck that pretty mouth of yours", his voice steady and commanding.
He nods his head towards Jiyan, "And Jiyan here is gonna play with that pussy." "But don't you even think about cumming until I give you permission to do so", he growls out.
All you can do is nod before you lay back, positioning yourself in the way Geshu Lin told you to. Your head hangs off the side of the bed, Geshu Lin's cock throbbing in front of you as Jiyan crouches between your legs once more, licking his lips at the sight of your twitching hole.
Jiyan's fingers trace over your folds, spreading them as he exposes your wetness. Two fingers tease your entrance, watching intently as your juices glisten in the soft light and make his digits slick.
A soft gasp has your lips parting, allowing Geshu Lin to angle his cock into your mouth. A low groan escapes his lips when he pushes past your soft lips and stretches your mouth open.
The sudden intrusion makes you clench around nothing as Geshu Lin's taste floods your senses. A garbled moan rises from your throat as you feel Jiyan's fingers press against your wet entrance, teasing you before pushing inside. The dual sensations make your body quiver with need and lust.
Each noise you make sends shockwaves of pleasure through Geshu Lin's cock, making him thrust a little deeper. He reaches down, squeezing your breasts in his hands as if using them to anchor himself to you. "Fuuuck... That's right, doll. Take my cock", he moans as he forces his length deeper down your throat, making you choke slightly.
Jiyan's fingers continue to pump into you, his own cock throbbing with need when he feels you clench around his soaked digits, desperate for something bigger to fill you up. His thumb finds your swollen clit, rubbing circles over the sensitive nub.
When Jiyan's finger curl up against your spongy, sweet spot, your back arches up, pushing your chest further into Geshu Lin's grasp. Geshu Lin releases one of your breasts only for his palm to crack down against it, making you let out a choked cry around his cock.
"You better hold off that orgasm, doll. I haven't finished yet", he growls. Jiyan chuckles as you writhe against the sheets, fingers continuously curling up inside of you. "Aww, having a tough time, love?", he coos teasingly, relishing in the way your body aches for more.
You try to speak, to beg them to allow you to cum, but all that comes out are muffled whimpers around Geshu Lin's throbbing cock. You squirm again, helpless against Jiyan's expert fingers, feeling as though your body is on fire. With a snarling growl, Geshu Lin pulls out of your mouth as you gasp for air, "Fuck it. Get on your hands and knees. I'd rather cum in your ass instead."
Jiyan's eyes snap up to his at his sudden change of mind, but pulls his fingers out of you, making you whine at the loss. Jiyan slides onto the bed, leaning back against your headboard as he beckons you towards him, cock twitching and leaking against his stomach, "Why don't you come up here and ride my cock, love?"
Geshu Lin gives him a sharp glare as he interferes with his plans. As you sit up, you look between the two men, one with a playful smirk on his lips as he pats his lap invitingly and the other has a dangerous look in his eyes that dares you to go against him. Geshu Lin scoffs when you crawl over to Jiyan, straddling his lap instead of following his orders.
Jiyan's smirk widens at your choice as he looks up at Geshu Lin, "Uh oh, seems she might have a favorite~" Geshu Lin snarls at his teasing words, but his eyes can't tear away from watching as you sink down on Jiyan's thick cock with a shuddering moan. Jiyan lets out his own breathy groan, eyes fluttering and head lolling back as he bottoms out inside of you.
Geshu Lin's own cock aches and leaks, still desperate to finish what he started. He climbs into the bed, positioning himself behind you. He grabs your hair, twisting it in his fist as he tugs your head back, "I'm not gonna let you two have all the fun."
He presses a searing kiss to your lips before releasing you as Jiyan's hands slide up your waist, pulling you to lean forward against him. With this new angle, Geshu Lin can see the girth of Jiyan's cock stretching out your cunt and your little asshole twitching in anticipation.
Finally, a little smirk plays on his lips as he lines up his tip with your smaller hole, spitting on it and watching as his saliva drips down towards Jiyan's cock. You suck in a breath when you feel it push and tease against the small ring of muscle.
Jiyan licks up your neck, nipping at your pulse point before pressing a soft kiss in the same spot. His breath ghosts against your slick skin as he teases you, "Relax... You can take it, can't you?"
You bite your bottom lip and nod, making the corners of his lips curl up as his eyes lock with Geshu Lin's in a silent confirmation before pressing another kiss to your neck, "Good girl." You let out a sharp cry as Geshu Lin pushing his cock into your ass the same time that Jiyan thrusts up into your wet cunt.
Geshu Lin hisses as your tight muscles throttle his length, "Fucking relax... Shit...." You feel so incredibly full having both of them inside of you at once, the sensation is utterly overwhelming. You try to hard to relax despite the insane stretch in both of your holes as your body struggles to accommodate them.
Jiyan reaches down, playing with you clit to help ease the pressure. "You're our good girl, aren't you, love..." You relax a little, your breasts squished against his broad chest as you whimper.
Jiyan's eyes flit back to Geshu Lin's with a nod. With zero warning, both men begin to thrust into you holes, making you gasp and moan so beautifully for them.
Both men let out husky groans, eyes rolling back as their cocks rub against each others through the thin layer of skin that separates them. The extra pressure and stimulation sends them reeling as they begin a steady, but brutal rhythm.
Jiyan's cock hits the deepest parts of you, pressing up against your cervix with each deep thrust, while Geshu Lin's cock pushes deep into your unexplored depths.
Tears spring in your eyes from both pleasure and pain. Jiyan continues to rub your clit furiously, bringing back that familiar heat that coils up inside of you as they ravish your holes.
Geshu Lin grips your jaw, tilting your head back as he kisses you with a heated and possessive passion. His tongue pushes and moves against yours as his grip tightens and his hips buck forward erratically.
Watching his friends kiss each other sloppily sparks a possessive and jealous flame within Jiyan. Wanting to bring your attention back to him, he grips your hips and thrusts up especially hard, smirking when you gasp against his friend's lips.
Geshu Lin rolls his eyes as he pulls away from your lips, but moves his hand down to your throat, squeezing lightly. "You're pathetic, you know that?", he scoffs.
You can't tell if that comment was meant for you or for Jiyan but the degradation of his words has you clenching down on both their cocks, making them moan.
Jiyan rubs your clit faster as he spurs on your impending orgasm, "Come on, baby. Cum for us." Your eyes flutter and Geshu Lin applies more pressure to your throat as he whispers harshly in your ear, "I wanna feel you squeeze my cock again. Bet you like being fucked in the ass, huh, doll?"
You whimper, wanting to protest but that would be a fucking lie. It doesn't take long for the coil inside of you to snap as your juices gush all over Jiyan's cock. Both holes milk their cocks for all they're worth as they both shudder and groan, releases load after load of sticky, hot cum inside of you.
Their cocks throb and twitch as they begin to soften inside of you. With another shared look between them, they pull out of you at the same time, making you mewl from overstimulation. Their golden eyes lock onto your holes as their cum drips and and dribbles down your thighs and onto the sheets below.
"Goddamn...", Geshu Lin rasps at the sight. Jiyan feels his spent cock twitch again, arousal pooling in his belly once more. You collapse against Jiyan as he wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close. Geshu Lin sits down beside him and puts his fingers under your chin, making you look to him.
"Give me a kiss", Geshu Lin's voice is softer now, but still holds that commanding edge. You lean towards him, pressing your lips to his gently. He sighs into the kiss, feeling all the tension release from his body. When you pull back, Jiyan redirects your gaze to him, pointing to his own lips with a slight teasing smile, "Me too, love."
You smile a little at both of their antics, but lean forward, kissing him just as softly. Jiyan smiles against your lips before you pull back. Looking between the two of them, your closest friends since childhood, you feel your heart ache with love in your chest.
Leaning forward, you embrace both of them, catching them off guard, "I love you both. I'm glad you're here with me." The sentiment makes them swell with emotions they would rather keep under wraps, but they both love you. They truly do. Always have.
jealousy | oscar piastri x fem! reader x lily zneimer !
summary; y/n spent months trying to send hints to oscar and lily about her feelings. he friendzoned her in an interview which made her turn to a certain american, however that just leaves the couple feeling jealous
âLogan!â Y/n exclaimed as she saw the blonde American walking through the paddock. She was seated with Oscar and Lily who looked at her confused as she ran to the Williams driver.
âY/n!â Logan exclaimed as he wrapped his arm around her waist. âItâs been a hot minute, hasnât it?â
âOf course! Itâs not like we went out for dinner last night or anything.â She laughed, holding onto his shoulder.
Oscar and Lily share another glance at the sight of Y/n giggling with someone else. They knew that she was giggling with Logan was strange because she didnât really know him, or so they thought.
The English girl furrowed up her eyebrows, feeling strange at the sight of the two. âOsc, is it just me, or is it weird to see her with Logan?â
The Australian driver hummed in response, stabbing the lettuce in his salad. Before taking a bite he mumbled, âFeels weird too.â They both let out a sigh while looking at each other. They both knew the feeling very well. It was jealousy. They couldnât believe they felt jealous watching their friend with Logan.
Oscar glanced back at the two while Lily squinted as they watched Y/n drag her hand down Loganâs arm before hugging him goodbye. She turns around to walk back to the couple but pauses at the look on their faces.
âWhy do you both look so pissy?â Y/n asked confused, sitting in front of them and grabbing her can of Red Bull that she had abandoned due to chatting with Logan.
âWhen did that happen?â Lily asked, a hint of jealousy in her voice.
âWeâve been chatting for a few weeks now. We hung out last night.â Y/n replied with a shrug. âWeâre just seeing where this is going.â
âSo you have a crush on Logan now?â Oscar asked as he took another bite of his salad. He did nothing to hide the sound of jealousy in his voice or the upset look on his face.
âWhy do you both look so upset? I didnât think it was serious.â She nervously chuckled and glanced between the couple.
Lily rested her hand over hers. Y/n hated how her heart started to race from such a small action. She actually had a crush on the couple. But due to a recent interview of Oscar calling her just a friend, she thought that if she got closer to Logan then maybe sheâs lose her feelings or possibly make them jealous.
Clearly, she hadnât gotten over her feelings.
Oscarâs voice snapped her out of her thoughts. âWhatâre you doing talking to other guys?â His voice was suddenly low. His girlfriend hummed in agreement, moving to sit beside Y/n.
âWhy do you care so much?â
âBecause we care about you, a lot,â Lily responds and wraps her arms around the confused girl.
The McLaren driver clears his throat, copying his girlfriend's action by moving to sit on Y/nâs other side. âSeems like Lily and I have newfound feelings for you. And I must say, theyâre not platonic.â
She furrowed up her eyebrows again and scrunched up her nose. She looked at Oscar like he had just grown another head. âWhat the fuck do you mean? Werenât you the one who called me a âgood friendâ?â
âYeah, and he was stupid for it.â The British girl says with a smile, resting her head against her shoulder. âBut heâs right. We both like you and to be fair, seeing you with Logan made us jealous.â
âThat was the point,â Y/n mumbled causing the couple to laugh. Both of their hands moved to grasp hers, each taking one hand. Her heart rate began to pick up again as she kept staring between the two.
âSo, give us a chance?â Oscar asked with his signature shy smile.
âI waited so long to hear you say that,â Y/n said with a smile, letting out a giggle as she squeezed both hands. âBut yes. Of course.â
Lily smiled widely as she reached over to tuck a strand of Y/n's hair behind her ear, âOsc and I made you wait too long, didnât we, pretty girl?â She said, looking over at the Australian before focusing back on the girl between them.
the start of something beautiful | a lando norris social media au
pairing: lando norris x private!reader (fc: tyla)
lando is spotted with an unknown woman, and everyone thinks sheâs another fling. however, later revealed as naomi campbellâs daughter, lando's fans slowly start to love her despite her tendency to be private.
notes: btw, iâm so sorry iâve been mia for a while! honestly, i have a ton of drafts iâve written over the time i didnât post, but i lowkey hate all of them lmao. anyways, hope you enjoy this fluff :)
disclaimer: swearing. photos not mine. OLD PIC OF JAZ AND ROSS (yes itâs a warning bc iâm still mourning that relationship, and ik iâm not the only one). there are a few mistakes in the tweets that i was too lazy to fix lol. also, i hope the flow doesnât feel too rushed!
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yourbestie framing these pics brb đđ
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f1gossip We received these photos of Lando and a girl today! It looks like the same girl he has been spotted with for the past 3 months, but itâs still unclear who it is. âïž
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user three months of them being pictured AND YET NONE CLEARLY CAPTURE HER FACE. thatâs some bs
âł user no deadass bc you guys had one job đ
user lmaoooo i know the delulu fans are crying that sheâs still here
user Are we sure it's the same girl? Lmfao even if it is, he's probably going to get tired of her soon!
user god i hope people learn and treat her better than how they treated luisinha
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landonorris First time trying wakeboarding đ€
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user happy lando >>>
user Whereâs your girlfriend
user not the red bull life vest lmfaoo
user lando rlly said hereâs some shirtless pics to distract u
âł user frrr but like itâs not working đ
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f1gossip Naomi Campbell and daughter, Y/N Campbell, making an appearance at todayâs GP! It's presumed that Y/N is dating Mclaren driver, Lando Norris. Our sources in the paddock mentions that the two visited the Mercedes, Ferrari, and Mclaren garages before the race. đ
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user i'm literally in love w her she's soo beautiful đ
user this actually makes sense that they knew each other since naomi has been connected to f1 for a while now
user I would be unstoppable if I looked like her.
user she looks so kind đ„șđ„ș
user oh the things i would do to reincarnate as a wealthy personâs child
user i was there and got to meet her and iâd just like to say that iâd go to war for her
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landoupdates Max, Lando, and Y/N (seen in second photo, far right) with fans at an after party! We received these pictures a few minutes ago, and the fan included âY/N mostly stood behind as Max and Lando were asked for photos but she was so so kind !! Although you can tell she likes to keep to herself, she told me she thought my dress was cute and even got Landoâs attention for me so I could ask for a picture đ Also, he kept holding her hand !!!â
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user her face card is insane.
user now that we know she's naomi's daughter, i can't believe we didn't see it before LOL
user âhe kept holding her handâ đđđđđ
Scenario: basically âthe winner takes allâ, but oscar editionâŠor, the one where despite yn being the closest to oscar, no one suspects the two to be dating. that is, until a video of the pair at a valley concert comes out. (inspired by the song âCureâ by Valley (bless @renarots for this one))
Pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader
A/N: squadron, it is an oscar day. it took me entirely too long to get to this request, but iâve finally made it. i hope you guys like this fic as much as i liked making it đ«¶đ»
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landonorris why is oscar standing like that
‷ ynln heâs just a boy leave him alone
papayabull MY BABIES THEYRE SO CUTE
dreamyalbon this friendship is everything to me
‷ formulaferrari not a single thing about yn and oscars relationship is giving âfriendsâ but okay
‷ dreamyalbon thereâs no way theyâre anything more than friends though đ
rizzciardo the way ynâs whole feed is becoming oscar is so funny
formulaverstappen whoâs gonna tell them that daphne and fred had a romantic relationship
‷ ln4nation to be fair, itâs pretty common for friends to go as romantic duos, platonically.
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ynln the best mornings âïž (also i made oscar the bracelet heâs wearing in the third slide i feel so proud of myself)
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riabish second slide đ„č
‷ norrisnation ria and ynâs friendship is my favorite thing ever
dreamyalbon yn making oscar a bracelet is so cute </3
formulaferrari another day, another oscar post from yn. i love it here
landosbeachball THE ONLY BESTIES EVER đ«¶đ» the slide of them holding hands omg
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norrisnation im so convinced that if itâs anyone itâs danny ric đ how do you go to music festivals and football games together so often and NOT date
‷ charlesrrari yes but also they donât hang out NEARLY as much anymore? also to be fair, ynâs closest friend - oscar aside - is lando, so itâs kind of natural that she would be in the mclaren garage more, so it just SEEMS like itâs daniel? idk im not convinced that itâs him
formula44 idk i feel like lando is the only one that makes sense
‷ papayabull what about oscar?
‷ formula44 idk i just canât see them together
xf1x oscar piastri (solely based on how much theyâre togwther)
‷ papayanorris lore drop: yn rejected oscar in f3 because he was too busy so id imagine itâs the same now đ€·đ»ââïž
‷ xf1x to me that makes it seem more likely since that means they were obviously interested in each other?
‷ papayanorris good point but maybe theyve moved on? đ
‷ pastrypiastri okay but imagine dating oscar and heâs THAT close with another girl, and same with yn being that close with another guy? idk this thread might have put me on the ynoscar agenda đ€
shumirrari wild guess: jenson button (if you know you know)
‷ chilisainz what am i missing?
‷ shumirrari basically lando and jenson button are sort of friends so lando introduced yn to jenson at a race, and lando took pictures of them together. iâm pretty sure yn posted them a while back? idk but it was just a silly guess (her and jenson would be cute though, but i highly doubt itâs them LMAO)
formulaferrari i am TIRED why does no one have faith in the oscyn agenda
‷ formulaferrari also does no one notice that oscar always is kind of shy around yn or am i actually delusional on this one
grandprixsandgossip Oscar Piastri and Yn Ln, a known friend of many drivers on the grid, seen kissing outside of a concert arena last night.
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norrisnation girl thereâs three pixels on my screen that could be anyone
papayabull oscar jack piastri what are you DOING
piastrisgirl never, and i mean NEVER, did i expect that out of all the f1 drivers, oscar would be the one where we find out about his girlfriend like this
ln4world this cannot be real
formulaferrari SCREAMING IM INSANE THIS IS EVERHTINH TO ME
stardustf1 okay but wasnât oscar wearing a hoodie in the other picture that the one guy posted?
‷ rizzciardo yes, but iâm assuming oscar took the hoodie off and gave it to yn, because not only can you see her wearing a hoodie in this picture (even though itâs blurry, it looks like the same one oscar was wearing), AND ria posted a story of her and yn goofing off after the concert where yn was wearing a black hoodie so đ
chilisainz were not gonna mention yn in the likes?
‷ norrisnation sheâs having her pierre moment đ€·đ»ââïž
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landonorris but are you dating or?
‷ ynln iâm gonna need you to be so fr rn lando
oscarpiastri fortunately for us, iâm more than happy to be your concert buddy. â€ïž
‷ ynln music to my ears đ
riabish literally the cutest couple i know *liked by ynln*
princepiastri THE CAPTION, OSCARS COMMENT, THE PICTURES?? THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF MY LIFE
formula44 yn im sorry for not believing in you and oscar
dreamyalbon AND WHOS GOING TO MENTION THE SONG??
‷ yukit22enthusiast AS A VALLEY LOVER I AM RIGJT THERE WITH YOU
formulaferrari THE FACT THAT THESE SRE ALL DIFFERENT CONCERTS OH MYGOD
formulaferrari i can finally call them my parents and not get flamed
papayabull and so whatever you do donât listen to the song because iâm so upset
‷ stardustf1 someone harassed(/j) the guy who took the picture of them at the concert into telling them what song was playing when he took that picture and it was cure đ« đ
‷ papayabull NOOOOO itâs officially their song, i donât make the rules
Can I please request a TFAWS!Bucky x fem!reader where she is his next door neighbor and they first meet when sheâs moving into the apartment complex, and struggling to carry in all of her stuff. Bucky, ever the sweet gentleman he is, offers to help her move in and carries her stuff.đ„č And they spend a lot of time together in her apartment that day getting to know each other. After that theyâre best friends (who obviously have a growing love for each other) and often spend time with each other in both his apartment and her apartment. Bucky even starts taking her to his lunches with Yori (who definitely catches on and points out the feeling between the two of them hehe) and eventually introduces her to Sam (who also can see the pair love each other). Many situations bring the two of them closer together, like one day when Bucky saves her from a group of men who followed her home from work, and also another time when Y/n (who now has an extra key to Buckyâs apartment, and he has one to hers) hears Bucky having a nightmare and she goes into his apartment, crawls into his arms, and lays down with him on the floor of his apartment to calm him downđ„ș Anyways, theyâre both idiots in love and finally confess their love each other after so long of being just âbest friendsâđ„ș
Hi! Thank you for the sweet request. This is an amazing, cute, adorable and just lovely request. The way both of them find their way to one another and it just so cute. The end isnât the best I guess but yeah. Iâm sorry it took me so long to write it but I finally finished it! I hope you like and enjoy it.
More than everything | B.B
Your new neighbour helps you to move in but soon he is way more than just your neighbour. Your best friend, the one you can talk about everything, he knows every secret, except one.
Pairing -> Neighbour!BestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Neighbour!BestFriend!Fem!Reader
Wordcount -> 7.371 Words
Warnings -> fluff, lots of fluff, idiots in love, some weird guys, nightmares, love confession
Authors Note -> I want to thank @thevillainswhore for proofreading! Thank you so much, my love! I love you!â€ïž All and every mistakes are my own.
Events -> Seasonal Delights Bingo: Types of love | G4 | being calmed down by a familiar person's presence | @seasonaldelightsbingo | Fandom Free Bingo: Book Night Edition | B4 | Baby Just Say Yes | @fandom-free-bingo | Fandom Free Bingo: Frosty Edition | G2 | Wiping away tears | @fandom-free-bingo | Build-A-Bucky Bingo | June | Meddling Best Friend | @buckybarnesevents
Masterlist | Bucky Barnes Masterlist
Sweat runs down your face as you lift one of the heavy boxes out of your car. You havenât even started to move your stuff into your new apartment, yet you feel like youâve carried an elephant around. The sun is shining a lot today, heating the air and thereâs not much of a cool breeze that could help you to cool down.
With a groan, your fingers clutch onto the box tighter. You feel the slow movement of it slipping from your grasp, so you try to squeeze it so it wonât fall down. Youâre not sure whatâs in the box, but itâs heavy and you canât have all of your stuff laying around in the ground in front of your apartment.
âNeed help?â A rough voice startles you. Spinning on your heel, you turn to face the person who stands there and your mouth drops open while your eyes widen.
The man who stands there with a soft smile tugging at his beautiful plump lips has short brown hair and wears a hoodie and gloves. You secretly wonder if itâs not too warm underneath all those layers of fabric. He reaches out to place his big hands underneath the box you carry and lifts it up like it weighs nothing. You notice the muscles working underneath his hoodie when he holds the carton.
âH-Hi! U-uhm, I would love to accept the offer but I donât want to interrupt you from whatever you were doing,â you mumble, face palming yourself when the words leave your lips. He wouldnât offer you his help if he was busy. Instead of judging you he just chuckles, his ocean blue eyes sparkle and his nose scrunches ever so slightly.
âOf course, doll! Iâm Bucky, and you?â He asks, looking straight into your eyes and causing your knees to buckle. Buckyâs laugh, his voice â he is just so perfect. Youâre not sure if he is just an imagination in your mind or if youâre hallucinating because of the heat and limited drinking.
Clearing his throat, Bucky pulls you out of your thoughts and gets your attention back. âI- Iâm y/n. Nice to meet you, Bucky,â you say, smirking softly with heat creeping up your cheeks. You reach into your car once again to get another box out to carry.
âYou can place it on top of this one, put two on top,â he says with a grin at you. You narrow your eyes, placing another box on the one he has already in his arms before reaching in to grab another carton.
âItâs heavy to carry that much, Bucky,â you chuckle, but place the third box into his arms as well. With a grunt, he almost falls forward, scaring you before standing straight again. He starts laughing softly, winking at you as you grab a box for yourself to carry into your apartment.
âI once lifted a whole engine for a friend, so your boxes arenât that heavy compared to a ship engine,â Bucky says. You shake your head, smirking before making your way to the front door and into the apartment complex. âWhich floor?â
âSecond.â Bucky nods, grinning. As you walk up the stairs and along the floor the two of you walk closer and closer to his apartment, and his smirk grows with every step closer to your apartment.
While you think you embrassed yourself in front of this handsome and sweet man with your stutter and dropped jaw earlier, he only thinks it makes you adorable. There wasnât someone in a while who looked at him with such softness in their expression â someone who doesnât seem to know who he was, who gives him the chance to get to know him as the person he is now.
âOh!â Bucky says when you stop in front of your door to fish the keys out of your pocket. You turn around, tilting your head as he chuckles. âHi, next door neighbor.â
You giggle. For a moment youâre sure he is making a joke, but he just nods toward the door next to yours and grins even wider. Your eyes widen as you look to the door, then back to him.
âI donât want to interrupt that sweet little moment where you stare at me and my apartment door because you find out that I live next to youâŠ. But these boxes are going to be too heavy for me to carry soon,â Bucky says and nods at the boxes he is still holding in his arms. You gasp, taking the keys and unlocking the door with an apologetic smile. âIt was a joke, I donât mind carrying those boxes for you all day.â
You roll your eyes playfully, letting Bucky walk into your apartment and follow behind. âYouâre the best, thank you so much!â You say as you both place the boxes on the floor.
âDonât thank me yet, we have a lot more to carry,â Bucky tells you, walking a step closer to you and placing his big hands on the small of your back, pushing you toward the door. Instead of flinching of his sudden touch, you giggle softly, liking the warmth of his soft touch.
The two of you carry all your stuff into your apartment and while Bucky looks like he hasnât done anything all day, you feel your aching muscles. You sigh deeply when you finally are able to let yourself fall down on the couch.
âHow can you still look soâ so handsome, so good like you havenât carried so many boxes and all,â you ask, eyes roaming over his tall body while he stands in front of you. Bucky chuckles, leaning back against the wall behind him. His tongue pokes out, gliding over his lips to wet them and cause them to glisten.
âHow about I get some food for the two of us, there is that nice restaurant just a block away,â he suggests and you nod immediately. He pushes himself off the wall, turning around to make his way out of the apartment.
âWait!â You shout, causing him to stop in his tracks and turn back to you. âUhm- let me find my wallet.â
Bucky laughs, shaking his head and walking further to the door. âYou donât have to pay me for dinner, and also not for helping you to carry those boxes, so no âbutsâ here.â
With a sigh, you chuckle and Bucky makes his way to get the food. He already likes you a lot, youâre a sweet and nice person, no judging. Heâs sure you wonder why he wears a hoodie and gloves even though itâs hot, but he also appreciates that you havenât asked him about it, so he doesnât have to lie to you .
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After Bucky came back with the food the two of you sat there in your new apartment, talked and ate. The conversation flowed between the two of you and you feel like youâve known Bucky for so long already. He is a sweet and gentle man, taking care of you and making you laugh. Plus his voice and laugh is the most beautiful thing you have ever heard, you could listen to him all day and you would never be tired of it nor him.
The connection between you and Bucky gets stronger with every day. The two of you spend a lot of days in your or his apartment and he becomes your best friend. You know you can trust him, you can tell him everything and he knows it as well.
One night a few weeks ago, Bucky came over in just a t-shirt, asking you if he is allowed to sleep on your couch because he canât stand the quietness in his apartment. You offered him to sleep in bed with you, knowing that he would never touch you unless you allow him to do so but he shook his head.
âI-I would just love to sleep on the couch, you know,â Bucky mumbled, scratching the back of his head while he looked at you with sleepy eyes. He looked tired, not just because he fell out of his bed, but also because he was suffering from nightmares again.
Your scent is always calming to him. It was his first thought as he was sitting on his makeshift bed for the night, sweat running down his body. Bucky would love to say yes to sleeping in a bed with you, but he knew that his nightmares can cause him to punch something next to him and he didnât want to risk hurting you.
âAre you okay, Buck? Do you need anything, I can make you tea,â you offered, bushing your fingers softly over his stubble. But again, he smiled softly and shook his head. Your touch was so soft, so loving and he got lost for a moment until you nodded and placed a pillow and a blanket on the couch.
âYou know⊠we can also build a blanket fort,â you suggested with a grin, but Bucky just chuckled and patted the space next to him.
You sat down, turning to look at your best friend. He smiled, his fingers fidgeting in his lap as you place yours on his and hold his big hands in your smaller ones.
âWe donât have to, if it makes you uncomfortable,â you said, smiling as softly as possible while you stroked your thumb over the back of his hand.
âI-I would love to⊠butâŠâ Bucky stuttered, his eyes were roaming over your face, trying to find anything that told him that you judge him. However, he could only find nothing but pure love, affection and understanding.
âI just⊠you remember what I told you about my arm and my past?â You nodded, narrowing your eyes. Bucky inhaled deeply, bringing one of your hands to his metal arm, letting you touch it. He always let you do it, since the day you told him that this arm is a part of him, it makes him special. But you also told him that his arm doesnât tell who he is because even though he was the winter soldier and had a metal arm there too â it was a different one plus he was under the control of people who used him. But it wasnât him.
With that he allowed you to touch his arm, it was even claiming for him because you werenât afraid of him. You accepted and loved him, with the metal arm, with his story. It makes him feel like home.
âI dream about it, almost every night. But when I fell asleep the last time here, I didn't have nightmares. But-but I sometimes punch something so I donât want to hurt you,â Bucky confessed. You couldnât help the small quirk of your lips â he felt so comfortable that he doesnât even have nightmares. But you also couldnât help the glisten of your eyes; it was awful to know that those dreams made him struggle.
âIâm sorry to hear that. You can always sleep here if you want. And just for you to know⊠I can take care of myself so if you ever want to cuddle, just tell me, Iâm sure I can take care of you and also that you won't hurt me,â you assured him, leaning closer to press a soft kiss on his cheek, causing him to blush softly. He nodded with a thankful smile, bringing your hand to his lips and kissing the back of it with a grin on his beautiful lips.
âThank you, doll. Now go to sleep, Iâm sure youâre tired. I donât want to keep you awake just because I canât sleep,â he smirked, letting go of you to let you go back to bed, but you stayed where you were and just let your eyes roam over his handsome face a while longer.
âYou sure? I donât mind staying up with you a while longer if it helps you,â you said but he nodded, assuring you that he is fine. âYou can turn on the television if you need some background noises.â
With that, you got up and walked back into your bedroom. Bucky smiled softly, leaning back before getting comfortable and turning on the television. Your scent surrounded him and he fell asleep pretty quick, relishing the first good sleep heâd had in weeks.
That was a few weeks ago and even though Bucky loves sleeping at your apartment, sometimes he is out late and doesnât want to wake you. Plus he wants to give you some privacy. Youâre not dating anyone, but as much as he loves your company, he doesnât want to scare you away.
With time, you become his everything. Youâre the one who holds him when he thinks he falls â youâre the one, his one. And even though his feelings get stronger, he hasnât told you yet. Heâs too scared â maybe you donât feel the same and he will destroy the friendship you both developed so perfectly.
Bucky knocks at your door. He is on his way to his dinner with Yori but he has to see you. He told the older man a lot about you, but he hasnât introduced the two of you yet.
In one of Buckyâs hoodies â the one you picked out of his wardrobe when the two of you made a mess in the kitchen â you walk to the door and open it. Your face immediately lights up as you see your best friend, who's smiling softly at you.
âDoll! Iâm just on my way to dinner with Yori, wanting to check after youâ,â his voice trails off, looking you up and down. His blue eyes light up as he notices the hoodie youâre wearing, and his nose scrunches with the slight curl of his lips. âLooking good in my clothes, sweetheart.â
You giggle, ducking your head to try and hide the warmth that coats your cheeks. You play with your fingers in front of you, then you look up to meet his intense blue eyes. They look so soft and there is nothing but love and affection in them when he looks at you.
âIâm fine, thank you, Buck. Just came home from work, going to make myself some dinner and then watch a movie, probably,â you say. Bucky narrows his eyes, tilting his head slightly and he looks just adorable like that. âDonât worry, not gonna watch our series without you! Hope you enjoy dinner with Yori, tell him âHeyâ from me.â
Bucky nods, he doesnât want to move, he would prefer to stare at you a while longer â maybe just forever. He knows the two of you are meeting the next day for your movie night, but he wants to be around you all the time. He inhales deeply, looking toward the kitchen â there is no smell of food, yet.
âW-would you like to join us?â Bucky stumbles over his words. âHe would love to meet you, and I would love to have you around. But only if you want to of course!â He hopes that you agree and go out with him â even though itâs not a date, but for him itâs pretty close to one.
Your smile widens as you nod. âSure! But I have to change clothes, pretty fastâ at least my pants.â With that youâre walking into your bedroom to change. Your heart races and the butterflies in your stomach go wild â itâs just a dinner with Bucky and a friend of his. But at the same time it's dinner with Bucky, who is going to introduce you to one of his friends.
Within a few minutes, you made yourself ready for dinner and walked back to Bucky, who was waiting patiently waiting for you with a soft smile tugging at his lips.
âWe should put some of my hoodies into your wardrobe so you can always wear them,â he mumbles, his eyes roaming up and down your body and taking every inch in. You look stunning â like always.
You donât have to wear a dress. Bucky loves you in everything, sweethearts and t-shirts or pants and hoodie. For him youâre always stunning. He canât take his eyes off you, when he sleeps at yours and you get up in the morning â hair messy and youâre all sleepy. You look like the cutest thing he has ever seen.
âLets goooo!â You giggle, taking your phone and keys and walking out of your apartment. Bucky closes the door behind you, walking next to you along the floor and out of the building.
Bucky has told you a lot about Yori already, they go out for dinner once or twice a week. Always the same bar and always the same food and drinks but Bucky loves the company of the older man. Even if he has been asking him about you pretty often recently. But Bucky doesnât mind, he canât seem to stop talking about how beautiful and sweet you are anyway.
The two of you walk along the street, itâs just a short stroll. He asks you about your day, if you had something nice you could tell him, or if someone upset you during work. Your best friend listens to you the whole time, nodding or chuckling with you.
He always asks you about your day, making sure you had something that made you happy and to get rid of the things that upset you. And even if it ends up with him tickling you until you laugh to have something good to say about the day. As much as Bucky loves to hear and see that someone about the day makes you happy, he loves it more when itâs him who causes your happiness.
Bucky opens the door to the bar. His palms are sweaty and he inhales deeply before following you inside, pointing to the bar where an older man sits. He is obviously waiting for someone while talking to the waitress.
âThere is Yori,â Bucky says, his voice sounding slightly broken and when you look at him you notice him shifting from one foot to the other. He smirks at you but it doesnât reach his eyes â you know that expression.
Bucky often looks like that when people are around and he becomes nervous. Or when someone stares at him with a judgemental gaze, mostly when he is overwhelmed.
You stop in your tracks, turning toward him completely so you block his way toward the bar and take both of his hands in yours. âBuck?â
He hums, letting you know that heâs listening. His ocean blue eyes roam over your face, another attempt of a smile on his pretty lips but once again you notice that itâs not letting his eyes light up like his smile usually does.
âCan you breathe with me? Slowly to calm you down. Iâll hold your hands to help youâ feel it?â You ask him, inhaling deeply together with him before slowly exhaling. Bucky nods to answer your question, his thumbs running over the back of your hands. He draws small circles, something that always helps him calm down, feeling your soft flesh underneath his rough fingers.
âS-sorry⊠just- Iâm just a bit nervous. Youâre my best friend and I told him so much about you already but he always looked at me with a smirk- that looks like he knows more about our relationship than I do.â Bucky smiles at you, removing one of his hands to wipe a strand of hair behind your ear, chuckling softly. âA-And I just canât take my eyes off of you, doll. You look so pretty.â
âThank you,â you giggle, holding Buckyâs hand tighter before you slowly walk to the bar where his friend is already sitting. The older man turns around, his eyes widen a bit, just like the grin on his face, as he notices the two of you. Bucky shifts, offering you the place next to the other man before he takes a seat next to you.
âYou look just as pretty as Bucky always described you,â Yori says, causing your best friend to choke on his spit. His cheeks heat up and he scratches the back of his neck as you look at him.
âTold you⊠told you that I talked a lot about you,â Bucky confesses once again. The woman behind the bar walks toward you, a soft smile appearing on his lips. She silently asks the two men if they want to have the same as always. Both of them nod, Bucky doesn't even look at her, his eyes remain on you.
Then the woman turns to you, offering you a card but you shake your head. âThe same as whatever Bucky likes, please.â Whatever it is he always orders, you know you will love it. The two of you have almost the same taste in everything and you know what Bucky loves to eat, so you know that he would never eat something that you wouldnât like either.
The woman smiles nicely before she turns around and leaves the three of you alone. Yori grins at Bucky, wiggling his eyebrows and you have to admit thatâs the funniest and cutest thing a older man like Yori could have done. You chuckle, turning to face Bucky, who could win an award against a tomato.
You place your hand on Buckyâs thigh, running your fingers softly over the firm muscle. âBucky, do you need some fresh air?â You ask, slightly worried that his skin color could be because itâs too hot or the air too thick for him to breathe right now.
Bucky shakes his head. He places his hand on yours and caresses the back of it with his thumb while he looks into your eyes for a moment. âIâm fine, just- just nervous, you know?â
You nod, then you turn back to Yori, who watches the two of you intensely. His eyes are roaming down to Buckyâs thigh where both of your hands are. âSo how long are the two of you dating?â
âWe arenât dating. Weâre best friends,â you say, narrowing your eyes at the question. Yoriâs smile never fades, his eyes glistening. He doesnât believe the two of you â or maybe he does but then you both are idiots.
âYou should ask her out, James,â the older man says and nods toward Bucky. Your best friend's eyes widen but he smiles softly, shaking his head.
Itâs not like he doesnât want to, but youâre just best friends. Youâre everything for him, even though he is more than just in love with you, he is scared to ruin everything. Bucky would do everything for you, but he is still stuck in his past, he is over 100 years old â still looking like a mid 30 year old â but that doesnât change that he is a broken mess.
âShe deserves better than the broken man I am,â Bucky says with a soft laugh. He tries to cover the truth, the pain behind his words but you can see through it.
You would like to smack him for his statement. He may be broken and a mess, but he is still the most loving and sweetest gentleman you have ever met. He never judges you, no matter what it is you have his back, you have his love, you have Bucky. You would actually tell Bucky that you donât want anyone but him but this would lead into a conversation with more confession â something you donât want to have during a dinner with one of Buckyâs friends in public.
The night goes well, the three of you are laughing a lot. Yori points out often that the two of you have more than just a friendship, that you both have feelings for one another but you and Bucky play it off. You like Yori a lot, you understand why Bucky likes the older man, why he always eats lunch or dinner with him. After saying your goodbyes to Yori, Bucky and you walk back to your apartment complex. Bucky brings you to your apartment, kissing your cheek softly before he makes his way to his own apartment. Your night is filled with a lot of dreams with Bucky and even Bucky himself has a night â without nightmares â but filled with fluffy thoughts of you and him.
You spend almost your whole free time with your best friend, mostly watching movies or just talking about his or your day. You know everything about his missions with Sam and Bucky suggested that he could take you with him to meet Sam. But this plan changes when Bucky knocks at your door after another mission, his smile as bright as always and behind him another man.
You know that Bucky would come home today, you already made dinner for the two of you but you didnât know he would bring a friend of his. âHi, doll! I-I uhm⊠thatâs Sam! He asked to sleep here before he flies to his family tomorrow.â
âBucky!â You say excitedly as you pull him into a much needed hug. You look over his shoulder to see his friend smirking at the two of you. âHi, Sam. Come in, Bucky has to give me at least five minutes of cuddles before I let go of him again!â
Both of the men laugh and Sam nods before he walks into your apartment. You let Bucky pick you up, you mean that you get at least five minutes of cuddles from Bucky, and he knows that you can be such a grumpy little thing if you donât get them. He leads Sam into the kitchen, offering him a drink while he refuses to let you down.
âDoes he cling to you like that all the time?â Sam asks jokingly. You turn your head to look at him, chuckling softly.
âWhy? Isnât he such a sweet teddy bear around you?â You ask and poke your fingers into Buckyâs cheeks, squeezing his cheeks softly. âHeâs my favourite teddy bear!â
âThe cyborg being a teddy?â Sam asks, earning a glare from your best friend. âHeâs more like a cold, staring machine.â
Bucky growls into your neck, hiding his face while he inhales your scent deeply. He was away for two days but he missed you so much that he canât let you down just yet. He doesnât care that heâs carried you around for ten minutes already, he could do it all day and would never be tired of it.
âI made pizza, your favourite one,â you say and run your fingers through Buckyâs hair, making him sigh into your neck. âSam, do you like cyborg pizza?â
Sam laughs while Bucky growls once again, but it turns into a chuckle almost immediately. Youâre just so cute, he canât help himself, he canât stop himself smiling and chuckling whenever youâre around.
âBut I get to keep you on my lap,â he mumbles, letting you down for a moment to place the pizza on the table. Sam watches the two of you, smirking at Bucky. He has never seen his friend so soft and not grumpy around someone. But he likes this version of Bucky, the cute, sweet one, that looks so happy. It's like there is nothing that could make Buckyâs mood bad when youâre around, he smiles all the time, even his eyes are bright and shine in the most beautiful blue.
âI do like every pizza,â Sam nods, arranging the plates you placed in his hands on the table. He puts two of them on one side and one where he sits. Bucky grins at him, placing the pizza on the table before he picks you up and lets you sit on his lap.
Your best friend's arm is wrapped around your waist the whole time, youâre deep in talks with both of the men, getting to know Sam but also some secret and funny things about Bucky.
âAnd once⊠it was our first meeting, he landed on top of our car and he smashed the front glass and ripped out the steering wheel.,â Sam says before chewing further on the pizza. Bucky hides his face in the crook of your neck, chuckling softly.
âIt wasnât actually me. It was during the time of the winter soldier,â he mumbles. You run your fingers through his hair, calming him. You know that Bucky isnât ashamed to talk to you about his past but you also know that he is still slightly tense when it comes to it. And your touch, your closeness and softness, is always calming for him.
âMy sister and I are almost done with the boat, maybe Bucky wants to bring you to our little party then?â Sam asks, eying Bucky. âMy little nephews and my sister would love you! They already love Bucky, and youâre way nicer than the cyborg.â
âEy!â Bucky grumbles, gripping you tighter and pulling you more against him. You giggle, shoving a slice of pizza into his mouth. Bucky would love to bring you with him to the party, Sam is a good friend of his, and youâre his best friend, his everything. And even though the two of you arenât dating, he doesnât like the way Sam talks about you â that youâre nicer and probably sweeter and more beautiful. He isnât wrong but Bucky doesnât like to hear someone else saying such things about his babydoll.
âI would love to meet them, if Bucky wants to invite me,â you giggle. Bucky nods, smirking at you with a mouthful of pizza. He chews on it happily, holding you firmly pressed against his broad chest.
âWould love to,â Bucky smirks, swallowing the pizza before he opens his mouth to let you shove the next slice between his lips. You laugh softly, grasping another and shoving it into his mouth as well.
âSo, Bucky said youâre not dating one another?â Sam asks, eyeing the two of you. A smug grin on his face, his eyebrows twitching in amusement. You shake your head, running your fingers through Buckyâs soft brown locks.
âNo, heâs my best friend! Why does everyone think that?â You tilt your head softly, causing Bucky to almost choke on his pizza. Youâre just so adorable and he canât help himself but with a mouthful of pizza he canât chuckle or laugh. âBuck! Donât choke on your pizza! You need to chew before you swallow!â
Sam makes a lot more jokes about Bucky but in return Bucky embarrasses Sam just as much. The evening is filled with a lot of laughter and jokes. Bucky decides to sleep in your apartment on the couch, while Sam gets Buckyâs apartment â on the condition that he has to promise not to sneak around.
The man was more than just curious what Bucky was hiding in his apartment. Maybe a wedding ring already or maybe some really kinky sex toys? But to not destroy their trust and friendship he promises not to sneak around and he surprisingly managed to not do it.
You spend the weekend with Bucky, he asks you out for some ice cream and invites you also to another dinner with Yori. In the evenings youâre wrapped with Bucky into a blanket, snuggled up on the couch while you watch every kind of movie you can find or play some board games.
On Monday, you had to work again. Bucky told you he would make dinner and you can just come over after work. You know he is making your favourite food, he always does when he cooks for you.
Youâre currently walking home from work, a few men following you, nothing too exciting because itâs a public street. But no matter where you walk, they follow you, their voices grow louder and you try to speed up. You canât walk home, you canât let them know where you live but they come so close.
âGirl, wait!â One of them shoots and laughs. You hear your blood rushing through your veins. The footsteps of the men behind you coming closer with every step and you feel the panic grow. You try to breathe slowly, try to calm yourself down but it doesnât work. At least not as long as those guys walk behind you.
âI said wait, whore!â The man growls this time, his pace faster than before and he almost reaches you already. His hand is already reaching out and touching your shoulder. You prepare yourself to be thrown around, to be thrown against a wall or on the ground but it doesnât come.
You walk further, slowing down the moment you feel a cold arm around your waist. The voices are quieter, almost silent. You inhale deeply, noticing Buckyâs scent and only now you dare to open your eyes further to look at your best friend, who presses you into his side. âHi, babydoll.â
His voice is soft and shushing, you immediately relax in his warm embrace. Your eyes are locked with his â youâre happy he is there, that he helped you with those weird men who followed you.
âHey! What are you doing here, Bucky?â You ask, leaning your head against his shoulder while he leads you through the street and toward your home.
âI had to go shopping, your favourite snacks were empty and I didnât want my best girl to eat something she doesnât like as much,â he chuckles and kisses your forehead softly. His lips are always so soft and warm, you could get lost in the feeling of them against your warm skin.
âYouâre the best,â you giggle. Bucky nods proudly. He opens the door for you, leading you into the hallway before you make your way up to his apartment. Bucky prepared dinner already, he just wanted to get your favourite snacks before you were home, and saving his best girl from some weirdos wasnât a plan, but he did it anyway.
âI know. Now, get yourself a seat, itâs your turn to decide on a movie first and dinner will be on the plates in just a moment,â Bucky says before he kisses your forehead once again. You take a seat on his couch, making it already comfortable and look for a movie. You can smell the food already, your tummy rumbling and you are already excited to get a taste of this delicious food your best friend made.
You almost confessed your love to him after the dinner, the food was so good and Bucky was so close, his lips so plump and soft you wanted to kiss him so bad. But you couldnât just kiss your best friend, not before you told him about your feelings, not before you knew about his feelings.
You excused yourself and rushed into the bathroom, you needed a moment to breathe, he was just so soft and warm. Your feelings for your best friend went crazy and cuddling with him didnât do a good job at calming all your running thoughts.
Even though his lips were really tempting, you didnât kiss him, his presence made you all dizzy and comfortable â just like always â but you two watched the movie and threw popcorn at one another.
A few hours later you went to your apartment and into your bed. Thatâs where you are now, your eyes closed but youâre still awake, you canât stop the thoughts in your mind. Bucky is so present in your thoughts, you tried to hide your love â your feelings â for him but the closer you come to him the harder it gets.
Youâre so in love with Bucky, just like he is in love with you. You even have the key to Buckyâs apartment, just like he has yours. So when you suddenly hear a loud cracking noise and a wrecked scream you immediately sit up in your bed.
You know that sound too well, Bucky never screamed that loud but you know the way his voice sounds â itâs him. And your heart clenches as you realize that he has a nightmare, again. He told you once that the only way he doesnât have one is being close to you. You offered him that he could sleep in your apartment even in your bed with you, but he just smiled. He doesnât want to be a burden, doesnât want to take away the little privacy you have. Even though you would rather spend your nights with him next to you, you accepted his decision.
You get out of your bed, wearing one of Buckyâs t-shirts â you stole it â and get the keys to Buckyâs apartment before you run out of yours and open the door to his. You already notice the silhouette of Bucky in the corner of the living room.
He always sits in a corner after a nightmare, his legs close to his chest and his arms wrapped around himself. The wall behind him doesnât let anyone attack him from behind and from the spot he is sitting at he can see every entrance.
You slowly walk toward him, turning on just a small light to not scare him even more. âBucky? Hey, itâs me. Can you hear me?â You ask and get on your knees. A bit of distance between the two of you.
Buckyâs blue eyes are widened and sweat is running down his forehead. He nods slightly, staring at you. His eyes drift through the room every now and then, making sure no one he doesnât want to have in his apartment comes into it.
âCan I come closer?â He nods again, allowing you to get closer to him. Bucky whimpers, tears stream down his cheeks and you feel your heart clenching at this sight. âI got you, Buck. Iâm here, youâre safe.â
You crawl closer to him, your hands reaching out to pull him toward you. Buckyâs head falls against your chest, his hands clawing around your back and he breaks down completely. You run your fingers up and down his muscular back, calming him down.
Bucky holds on to you like you would disappear if he dared to loosen his grip just a tiny bit. âBucky⊠we are safe here. Youâre safe. We are at home, itâs just you and me here. No one is going to hurt you. I will protect you, I love you so much.â
You donât even notice that you just confessed your love to him, of course you told him you love him but not like that. The seriousness, the love which is visible in your eyes and for the first time since the two of you know one another Bucky looks at you with a shocked but relieved expression on his face. His eyes still widened from the nightmare but your confession gave him hope â hope that someone as precious and sweet as you could really love someone as broken and messed up like him.
He doesnât say anything, his face is buried back in your chest after you meet his gaze for a few seconds. He wants to believe that you love him, he really wants but something inside of him tells him that he doesnât deserve your love.
âI donât deserve your loveâŠI-iâŠâ Bucky stumbles, he whimpers and pulls you even closer toward him. âI-I want you to love me⊠b-but I donât deserve your loveâŠâ
âBucky!â You say, gasping at his words. How can someone as sweet and lovely like him not believe to be able to be loved more than everything, that he deserves so much love? âHey! Listen to me. You deserve so much love! You deserve all the love in the world. You even deserve the world, Bucky. And I donât care how broken or messed up you are, I love you!â
Bucky looks up at you once again, his fingers digging into your back. He shakes his head, he wants you to love him, so bad, but he doesnât want to destroy you. He doesnât want to hurt you, to break you, to make you like he is. âN-noâŠâ
âYes, Bucky. You canât stop me, you canât make me love you less. No one can, no one will ever make me love you less. I pretended that I could be just your best friend but I canât anymore. I love you, more than everything, I need you, and I want you to see that you deserve love, all the love!â You say, trying to sound serious but still soft while talking to him.
Youâre not sure what came over you to confess all that, maybe because he broke down once you wrapped your arms around him? Maybe it was just the last push after the day and half the night laying awake or whatever it was â you donât regret it, you could never regret telling the love of your life that you love him, that you care for him â that your best friend is everything for you.
âDoll⊠you canât⊠youâ I will break you⊠I will hurt you. You deserve better than me,â Bucky whimpers, he has you already sitting on his lap, refusing to let go of you.
âIt doesnât matter, even when there would be someone better, I wouldnât like someone other than you. Please let me love you, let me show you that you deserve to be loved just like everyone,â you mumble, running your fingers through his brown locks.
Bucky nods, letting himself fall more against you, leaning into your touch. He closes his eyes, his heart filled with love and affection. He has waited so long to hear those words from you, and now â no matter how shitty this situation is â it makes his heart race and his feelings for you to grow.
âCan you sleep in my bed then?â He whimpers, looking up at you with teary eyes. You canât help but chuckle at his cute request, then you nod. Bucky inhales deeply, his breath still shaking but everything worked out so well right now, he couldnât ask for anything else.
Your love will heal him, he knows it because it has since you got to know one another. Since he helped you to move into your apartment. Bucky knows that he never felt for someone before like he feels for you, no matter how broken he is, he knows that it will never stop him from loving you more than everything.
âI love you too, more than everything,â he mumbles, leaning more into you. âYou know⊠I will never let you go. I will hold you in my arms every night, I will make you dinner, I-i will⊠be the best version of me I can be.â
âYouâre already the best version of yourself, Bucky. Youâre the most precious man, the sweetest I have ever met,â you smile softly, cupping his cheeks to make him look up at you. His ocean blue eyes shining with adoration and love, no signs of fear to the nightmare anymore. âCan I kiss you?â
Bucky nods with a soft smile across his lips as he is leaning closer already. You giggle at his impatience. But it was just too long to try not to, so you canât blame him, it was too long to hold back from kissing one another. With a soft smile, you place your lips on his. And they really are as soft and warm as they look. You sigh softly, letting Bucky pull you even closer and hold you as tight as possible against his broad chest. His lips move softly against yours and he relaxes in your warm embrace, with his lips finally touching yours.
He may think that he doesnât deserve to be loved â but this kiss lets him forget about all the insecurities and worries he has. The only thought left in his mind right now is how much he loves you, how often he wants to kiss you, that he just wants to hold you and tell you how much he loves you â over and over again. Thatâs what he is going to do, show you his love for you and he will show you that youâre everything for him, just you, only you as long as youâre with him.
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Hehe, this is silly. I love this! âșïž Thank you for the idea <3
Suggestive
"This dress or this dress," you say, pushing both options into Toji's face. You laugh when he swats at them.
"Well, if I could see them properly, I might be able to help you," he grumbles.
"So sassy," you say under your breath, rolling your eyes as you pull them back for him to see them more clearly.
"What's that?" He asks, looking over the dresses, at you as he waits for you to repeat yourself.
"I said, this dress or this dress," you repeat, louder, purposely ignoring what he actually wanted to hear.
He scoffs. "So sassy." He looks both dresses up and down and immediately makes his choice. He likes feeling up on your body through silk, so there goes his vote. "That one," he says, pointing at the dark blue, smooth dress.
"Okay," you say, sitting down on the edge of the bed, back turned towards him as you begin to lift your shirt. You can feel Toji's eyes burning a hole into your back, causing you to turn your head to the side to look at him. "Can you... Do you mind?"
"Do I mind what?" He asks, sitting up on the bed so he can watch you closely.
"Can you go outside while I change? Just really quick. It'll be like two minutes," you elaborate.
"Why would I do that?" He asks, almost baffled by this sudden change in you. You've been together for a long time and have gotten so comfortable around each other that the bathroom door isn't locked when either of you showers. He's gone in to piss while you're showering and vice-versa. You even hold conversations during those times, but all of a sudden you don't want him to look at you while you change?
"Can you at least turn around? You don't have to leave, but can you face the wall or something?" You request, pulling your shirt back down to really sell your bit.
"What's up, ma?" He asks, now truly concerned for what's going on in your head for you to suddenly act this way.
"Nothing. Just want a little privacy is all. I'm about to take off my shirt and my shorts. I'm gonna be in just my bra and underwear for a few seconds."
"Yeah, I know, but I don't get why you're trynna hide from me. I've literally seen you naked, countless times. I've touched every part of you. I've been inside you."
"I don't know. I guess I just want a couple minutes to myself. Like I said, it'll be two minutes, then you can look at me."
It's weird. You're acting weird. This has never been an issue. Normally, you want him to watch you. You get a kick out of knowing that he can't keep his hands off of you, even during the brief period where you're indecent while you're changing. Did something happen? Did someone say something to you? He'll kill them.
He'll comply with your wishes, this time, but this little mystery of yours will be cracked by the end of the day.
He drags himself towards you and wraps his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. "You okay?" He asks, watching you closely.
"Yeah, i'm okay," you respond, smiling at him.
"Okay," he says, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I'll be in the living room. Call me back in so I can help you tie your dress." You nod and he releases you before he climbs off the bed. You quickly pull off your shirt and kick off your shorts and when he's at the door, you call for him.
"Wait, Toji!"
He turns around and catches your semi-nude body. "Shit, sorry, doll," he says, turning to face the door.
"Toji, look," you say, your voice going sultry.
"You told me not to. So, can I look at you or not?" He asks, still facing the door.
"Just look, Toji. I'm waiting for you to look, already, so I can get dressed."
He turns around, and immediately takes in the sight of your boobs. "Damn-"
"Why are you looking?!" You ask, stifling your laughter when his shoulders jump.
"Fucking hell," he says, grabbing the doorknob and pulling the door shut on his way out. The second he's gone, you're laughing so hard that you wheeze, but you chase after him. You see him on the couch, the most subtle pout on his face.
"Toji~" you call.
"Nah, I don't wanna get yelled at again."
You giggle as you approach him on the couch, plopping yourself onto his lap and smiling innocently at him. "Look," you chirp, taking a deep breath, puffing out your chest before letting the breath out, to lure his attention to the area.
You certainly managed to grab his attention with the gesture. He sighs, choosing to let your silly act slide, but only because you came with a peace offering.
"Fine," he grumbles. He encircles his arms around your waist and pulls you closer to him, before he buries his face right into your chest.
this is cheesy but when spencer and reader start getting more comfortable in their relationship and they exchange keys to each others places, reader starts going over while hes away. just to chill because she misses him or borrow something or get something she left. but then dhe notices his apartment is a little messy and he doesnt have a lot of food in the fridge.
the first time he comes home to a full fridge and clean apartment he's a little confused, but when he brings it up and she confesses hes just sooooo touched and appreciative.
the first time he comes home and shes asleep on the bed or couch or wherever he just MELTS. like an actual puddle on the floor kinda melting bc hes just so overwhelmed with love đ„čđ„čđ„čđ„čđ„čđ„č
Spencer Reid is, quite possibly, the smartest motherfucker in the FBI. As an esteemed profiler, he notices right away that you've been in his apartment, from the post-it note grocery list sitting on the top of what's in his trash can, and a lack of dust over his kitchen counter like there typically is after he's gone on a case for a few days.
He spots 'donuts' on the list, and when he pulls the fridge open, lo and behold, there's a bag of mini chocolate donuts on the top shelf. He smiles to himself, giddily so, more than elated that you'd remembered an offhanded comment he'd made about liking them so much, especially when they're chilled.
He remembers everything anyone tells him, but people rarely stop to listen to his own words. So often it can be cast aside as nerd babble, so knowing that you'd picked up on the small tidbits of personal information he'd given you makes his seldom-fluttering heart do just that.
He feels a little bad that you'd stocked his fridge and ran, but he doesn't have to for long, because when he heads to the living room to drop his messenger bag there, and restock it with a different book, you're snoozing in his chair.
It's a recliner, one he'd splurged on so that late-night reading would be more comfortable. You've popped the footrest up, but your feet barely touch it, because you're curled up closer to the seat. Your head rests on one of the arms and is dangerously close to slipping off, so he kneels by the armrest, joints cracking.
His face hovers millimeters away from your own, your breath hitting his cheek and vice versa. He smooths a stray wisp of hair away from your face, leaning in to kiss the skin it had been covering.
"Hi, angel," He croons, keeping his voice as soft as humanly possible. He doesn't want to ruin this, whatever heavenly moment that the seldom-kind universe has decided to grant him.
Your lashes flutter at the feel of his lips on your skin, and you turn your face to lean into the touch you don't yet know is there. He can't help but laugh at the way you arch like a cat to be closer to him, and the breathy huffs fan out against your forehead.
His slender hand comes up to hover beneath your head, because when you worm closer to him, it slips off of the armrest. He holds your head up but you're finally starting to stir from the movement, and you lift it to blink groggily up at him.
"Spence?" You ask, like you're verifying his identity and not asking why he's home.
"That's me," He smiles, dimples puncturing his cheeks. His hair is slightly sloppy, frizzed and out of place from the day's hectic activities. At his confirmation you hum sleepily, resuming your cat-like activities by shutting your eyes again, leading with your nose as you nudge your face into his own. From the angle you're at his lips can only pucker to hit an awkward spot between your cheek and your nose, but the skin there is warm and soft from a facial mask he knows you used last night.
"Morning," You grumble, and he won't inform you that it's 7 at night.
"Hi, sweetheart." He croons, unable to stand up straight before you decide you want a hug. It means his butt hits the floor when you lunge for him, and he laughs as he tries maintaining an upright position.
"Oh- ah!" He laughs, eyes scrunching in a gleeful smile-turned-laugh when you knock into him. He cradles the back of your head, feeling you settle into his embrace like he's your new reclining chair.
"'Missed you, Spence." You mumble against the fabric of his jacket that's covering his shoulder. He curls his fingers into your hair at your admission, stroking briefly through the strands.
"I missed you too," He agrees, "I saw you bought me donuts."
"Hm? Oh, yeah, I did." You recall, eyes already drooping again, "We can have some for- for dessert later."
"That sounds like a good plan," Spencer grins, but you can't see it where you're nestled into his shoulder. He's waiting for you to get up, not because he doesn't want to hug you anymore but because he wants to stand and move, but when you stay firmly in place he realizes you're sleeping again, and that there's no way he's getting off the floor in the meantime.
He could wake you, tell you it's time for a late dinner and ask you to work on the eggs so that he can chop up the add-ins for an omelet. He could corral you back into the chair and take the bed for himself, read for a bit after getting changed. He could do any number of things to make himself just a bit more comfortable, but instead he chooses to commit his butt to the floor, surely flattening it for all eternity. He scoots back carefully until his back is up against the couch, so that his less-than-perfect core strength isn't relied upon as much.
From there he rests, disinterested in using his phone and too far away from his bookshelf to read. But he finds just as much meaningful entertainment in counting the breaths that you release against his shoulder, as well as counting the different possessions of yours he can see scattered around his apartment.
Your shoes, one. Your water bottle, two. Your sweatshirt, three. Your snack, four. Your keys, perhaps the most meaningful possession of all, the spare that he'll never regret giving you, five.
wishing on a star? i guess it canât hurt⊠(1.7k)
cw: mutual pining, eddie calls r an asshole playfully, fluff fluff fluff
a/n: just something short and sweet with our favorite guy đ„č this really started as something smaller to give me a break from writing my longer oneshots. enjoy!!
The grass is prickly beneath your fingers, your palm outstretched beyond the edges of the blanket beneath you, pulling absentmindedly at the lush green strands.
Night fell some time ago, the sky a deep inky blue above you with stars that twinkle spectacularly as far as the eye can see.
Eddie lays beside you, hands clasped on his chest as he looks up at the bright flickering dots. Youâd come out to this field on a whim, a random suggestion from him to go stargazing. Tucked high on a hill, away from the lights of Hawkins, you feel as though you can see every galaxy.
Occasionally you find yourself stealing glances at him, watching the way his chest rises and falls easily with each breath. If you were braver, youâd roll onto your side and study every inch of his face, radiantly beautiful even in the dark.
You feel his pinky finger graze your side, and you turn your face to his.
âYou need to come up with a wish, in case we see a shooting star,â he says, his voice conspiratorial, like heâs telling you about a top-secret operation.
The corner of your mouth twitches in a sort of smile. âDâyou believe in that junk?â
He chuckles lightly, shrugging. âNot really, but itâs worth a shot, right?â
âYeah. Worth a shot,â you reply, feeling your heart thrumming in your chest.
Both of you turn your faces back to the sky, listening to the crickets chirp in the grass around you. Occasionally you hear the faint, dreamlike sound of car horns honking on the roads beyond. Being here with Eddie, in your quiet secluded oasis all alone, only ramps up your suppressed longing for him. Your right hand and his left rest mere centimeters apart from each other on the worn blanket, and you swear your skin vibrates with the desire to touch his.
You allow yourself a moment to wonder if he's feeling the same urge, if it's as hard for him to hold back as it is for you. The weight of your yearning is heavy on your chest, as if you have an anvil sitting on top of you and stealing your breath. You curse yourself for letting it get this bad, this stupid crush on your best friend that never should've started to begin with.
You're broken from your thoughts as one of his hands reaches out to grab your arm, his other hand pointing up at the velvety blue above. Sure enough, a shooting star streaks across the sky; a blink-and-you'll-miss-it moment. As you watch it, you're unaware of the fact that Eddie is watching you.
One foolish wish crosses your mind.
"Okay, I honestly didn't think we'd actually see one," Eddie says beside you. His fingers release their grip on your arm, and you find yourself missing the soft squeeze of them. âSo, what'd ya wish for?â He waggles his brows expectantly, waiting for your answer.
You swallow hard before forcing yourself into a lighthearted tone. âNo way, if I tell you it won't come true.â
He scoffs, rolling onto his side so he's facing you. âWhat happened to not believing in 'that junk'?â he jokes. âNow you're getting all superstitious on me.â
You match his movement, rolling onto your side as well.
âMy wishes are top secret, sorry,â you reply, miming zipping your lips shut.
âNo fair! What if I tell you mine?â
âLet me guess, you wished Steve would finally let you steal that Slave Leia cardboard cutout from Family Video?â
He narrows his eyes. âOkay, am I that predictable?â
âYes,â you say deadpan, trying not to crack a smile. He doesn't reply, just stares at you, like he's committing every inch of your face to his permanent memory. It's too much, and you avert your gaze abruptly from his deep brown eyes. You're suddenly far too close to him, and your heart feels like it might claw out of your chest and find a home in his instead.
You lie on your back once more, your breathing shallow as your heartbeat races.
A finger pokes you in the ribs.
âWill you pleeeeease tell me what you wished for?â Eddie asks, giving you his best pout and puppy eyes.
âWhat if I didnât wish for anything?â
âNice try.â
âWhy is it so important to you what I wished for?â you ask, intending to stall as long as you can. You could come up with a lie, some dumb filler wish, but you know Eddie would see right through it.
âHonestly, the fact that you wonât tell me is driving me crazy. So now I need to know or Iâll literally die.â
You huff, reaching a hand out to cover his still-pouting face with an open palm. âYou are SO dramatic.â
His tongue licks a flat stripe up your palm, making you recoil with a gasp. You go to swat at him, but he moves quicker than you, pinning your arms down on either side of your head. His knees press into the blanket on either side of you, his body hovering over yours but not quite touching anywhere.
Heâs keeping his distance. Your heart aches. You want more than anything to pull him into you, press your lips to his.
âTell me your wish, you little asshole!â he says, a devious smile playing on his lips.
When you donât return his playfulness, his teasing, is when his brow furrows. You look too serious beneath him, lost in thought. He moves again to sit beside you, letting go of the hold he had on your wrists.
âHey, whatâs up? If itâs that big of a deal, you donât have to tell me. Swear, I was just messing around.â
You shake your head, groaning softly as you rub your hands down your face, your skin stretching with the motion. âEddie, you have no idea.â
âWhat do you mean?â
Your words barely come out audible the first time, and he canât hear you over the singing crickets and the slight breeze rustling the leaves.
âI wished for you,â you say again, after he asks you to repeat yourself.
âMe? But Iâmâ Iâm right here. Iâm sorry, are you being funny, or?â he trails off, not putting the pieces together in his head.
âEddie,â you say, sitting up now.
âYeah?â
This is a bad idea, you think to yourself. Bad idea bad idea bad idea.
And yet you push yourself to keep talking. To not lose your nerve. To get an answer, finally. Because thereâs a smaller voice in your head thatâs telling you this is right.
âCan I kiss you?â
His eyes go wide, confusion crossing his features like heâs not sure he heard you right. âWh- me? Now? You want to kiss me?â
Heâs not into it. Retreat. Retreat. Retreat.
âI wished for you,â you say with a shaky inhale. âBecause I want you, as more than a friend.â Youâre speaking so quietly he has to lean in to hear you.
He doesnât say anything for a minute, and for once you canât gauge his expression. Youâre ready to tell him to forget it, to get up and haul ass out of this field and back to the van, but then he clears his throat.
âSwear youâre not messing with me,â he says finally. His eyes search your face almost frantically, and your breath catches in your throat.
âIâm not messing with you, Eddie. I mean it.â You arenât sure how you even manage to say the words. You feel like all of the oxygen has left your lungs.
âWell, shit. Then yeah,â he says, almost bashfully. âYeah, you can kiss me.â
Your eyes blow wide, blinking at him while you make sure you heard him right.
âI can?â
âDid you think Iâd say no? Shit, sweetheart, I wouldâve let you kiss me ages ago. O-or I wouldâve done it myself, but yâknow, I didnât want to cross a line or anythingââ
âEddie,â you say, a smile breaking out on your face.
âDamn, my wish was so fucking stupid. I mean youâre out here wishing for me, and I really couldnât see the signs? Iâm so sorryââ
âEddie!â He stops his rambling, eyes wide as they meet yours.
You donât give him the chance to say anything else, leaning forward into his personal space. You let one hand come up to hold his jaw gently, pressing your lips to his in your final act of bravery.
Itâs such a fucking cliche, but you swear thereâs fireworks going off the moment you kiss each other. You can see them behind your closed eyelids, vibrant colors bursting before you. His lips are so soft against yours, the way youâd imagined them to be on all of those restless nights spent tossing and turning and yearning in your bed.
When you pull away, you can hear your heartbeat loud in your ears. His eyes are huge and bright, like the galaxies up above shrunk down to fit inside his dark irises. Neither of you know what to say at first, and itâs silent until you both erupt into a fit of giggles. His hands are warm when they take yours, letting his thumbs run over your knuckles.
âCan we please do that again?â he asks, a sweet smirk tugging at one corner of his pretty mouth.
In lieu of a verbal response, you simply lean back into him, kissing him harder this time. Far more sure of yourself. His hands find your waist, holding you so softly. You'd be perfectly content staying in this moment forever, fireflies twinkling in the grass surrounding you as your mouth moves slowly against Eddie's.
Thereâs no awkwardness, not a single hint of doubt pooling in your gut. His hands feel like they were made to hold you and his lips slot with yours like they were molded to fit together. This time it's him who pulls away, a boyish grin spreading across his face.
âWould you look at that,â he says. âWishes really do come true.â
âShould we go talk to Steve about yours?â you tease, letting your nose brush against his.
A puff of air leaves his nose, a quiet laugh. "Nah, I'm good with this."
âMe too.â
When he eases you down onto the blanket, his weight on top of yours as he kisses you breathless, you have no complaints. The stars twinkle down at you, and everything is perfect.