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000-pawz · 6 months ago

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drunk in love (bnd legal line) ˚ · .

bnd when they're drunk/when you're drunk , bnd x fem!reader , legal line reactions/headcanons , fluff , some suggestive sprinkles here and there , established relationship

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a/n: thank you for the request anonie! <3 this was so fun to write

sungho ˚ ⋆｡˚

when you are drunk

𐙚₊˚ if you call sungho while you're drunk at a friend's house, he'll be there in record time! he's not letting you go home alone or with someone else. he's going to make sure that you get home safe himself

𐙚₊˚ sungho is the best drunk sitter ever </3 he's making sure you are consistently drinking water throughout the night, getting food into your stomach the whole time (and rewarding you with kisses along the way!), and making sure you don't fall off of a roof or something

𐙚₊˚ at parties, he watches your cup the entire time, placing his hand over the top when you lean in to hug a friend, holding it for you while you go to the bathroom and everything!!! like he does not play about your safety at all

𐙚₊˚ if you start to get a little too out of hand, he knows it's time to take you home </3 and if you complain and pout about it, he'll just sigh and try to give you an incentive to cooperate like getting to steal all of his hoodies for a month (and of course, you give in!)

𐙚₊˚ throws you over his shoulder and carries you away when it's time to go and you're too drunk to walk >< pats your butt when you tell him to put you down lol

𐙚₊˚ helps you change into one of his big t-shirts and spoons you to sleep, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head, whispering 'i love yous' into your ear until you fall asleep <3

when he is drunk

𐙚₊˚ i see sungho as someone with a pretty high tolerance, so it may take him a few drinks to start visibly showing that he's drunk

𐙚₊˚ the first sign would be how he laughs at everything. full on belly laughs, slapping his knee, falling over and it'll simply be because someone pronounced a word wrong or something >< like that is ijbol king

𐙚₊˚ sungho is an extrovert, yes, but he becomes the extrovert's final boss when he's drunk. he pretty much carries the conversation, but he probably is a little volume deaf too, like he gets really loud and hyper (at least he's cute though)

𐙚₊˚ he doesn't really get emotional, but his emotions are more raw for sure!! he might end up in an argument with someone at some point in the night if he's left alone for too long, so please keep an eye on him!!!

𐙚₊˚ he'll probably want to kiss you a lot. like even more than usual, and that's saying something. you'll be talking with a friend and he'll come up from behind you and slip an arm around your waist before pressing a kiss to your cheek and then he disappears again >< or if you two are just drinking alone, he'll peck your lips literally while you are in the middle of a sentence :C his impulse control is nonexistent when he's drunk like partner pretty so he kiss! it's that simple!

𐙚₊˚ getting home with sungho would be a personal podcast in your ear... he's going to be talking the entire time with exaggerated gestures, recapping his entire lift story because his filter completely disappears when he's drunk!!! and getting him to sleep is even harder </3 he'll be silent for a few minutes before asking you yet another question, so you have to kiss his lips and shush him to sedate him <3

˚ ⋆｡˚ riwoo

when you are drunk

𐙚₊˚ loves when you're all over him <3 sitting in his lap as you laugh with friends, kissing him all over his face, running your fingers through his hair... it makes him so happy

𐙚₊˚ will gladly take pictures of you if you ask! pretends to be your paparazzi like "miss y/n!!! over here!!!" before snapping a picture all dramatically while you pose like you're on the front cover of vogue <3 just silly and fun

𐙚₊˚ if you're under the influence, he'll want to make sure you have the most carefree, stress-free, most enjoyable experience possible! he'll compliment you the whole night so you never forget how pretty you are, makes sure you don't go past your limit, and piggybacks you while holding your heels <3

𐙚₊˚ smiles at you so fondly when you drunkenly ramble to him <3 he gives you the most cartoonish reactions to everything you're saying, and when you realize he's not actually listening and just admiring how cute you are, he just laughs softly and kisses you, urging you to continue

𐙚₊˚ feeds you throughout the night so you don't feel too sick in the morning!! as soon as you take a break from talking, he's putting a cracker in your mouth and telling you to chew lol

𐙚₊˚ very gentle when he lets you know it's time to go home, waiting patiently for you to finish saying goodbye to all your friends (even if it's the entire room of people) <3 after you surprise him with another kiss attack as soon as you step foot inside the home, he manages to get you into bed, removing your makeup for you once you're asleep, treating you like you're a piece of glass </3 he loves you sm

when he is drunk

𐙚₊˚ riwoo brings sweetheart energy to the function like <3 he's not that talkative when he's tipsy, choosing to just observe the scene with a smile on his face. you'll probably have to pull him up out of his seat to get him to mingle lol

𐙚₊˚ as soon as he hits the dance floor though, it's sooooo over!!! his hands will be on your hips as you guys dance, laughing into your ear, hyping you up as you break it down like!!! he'll be really touchy too, holding you from behind as he whispers into your ear, grinding into you from behind just to tease ><

𐙚₊˚ he'll probably eat a lot before drinking so he doesn't get too drunk, but it honestly never works </3 thankfully, he's able to stay pretty level-headed when he's drunk, so you never have to worry too much

𐙚₊˚ when he's drunk drunk, riwoo probably slurs his words a lot, and gets really giggly, and really corny. he'll crack the worst joke you've ever heard and then laugh at it because he thought it was the funniest thing ever (and please indulge him </3 he's too cute to not fake laugh at his jokes)

𐙚₊˚ i see him as the type to turn into jell-o when he gets really drunk. like he'll be leaning on you the entire time because if you let go, he's going straight to the floor. getting him to bed would be an entire workout because he just goes limp randomly and trips on air every three seconds pls

𐙚₊˚ riwoo definitely likes to be babied when he's drunk ^___^ he'll be giggling the entire time as you help him get his shoes off and change into more comfortable clothes like "riwoo, lift your arms up!" and he's doing it with the widest smile on his face (and if you tell him about it when he's sober, he'll be soooo embarrassed </3)

jaehyun ˚ ⋆｡˚

when you are drunk

𐙚₊˚ jaehyun is probably half-concerned/half-entertained the entire time </3 he's laughing whenever you stumble over your own feet, but his hands are quick to steady you to make sure you don't hurt yourself!!!

𐙚₊˚ records you with a big smile on his face when you're dancing on tables, cheering you on the entire time. but if your skirt starts riding up, he's quick to grab you down with his hands around your waist before helping you pull your skirt down <3

𐙚₊˚ taps his cheek whenever he wants a kiss because he knows that you love to kiss him when you're drunk </3 it becomes a game between the two of you during the night, where he taps his cheek randomly and you stop whatever you're doing to kiss him lol

𐙚₊˚ indulges you in all of your drunken activities! if you want to race him down the road barefoot, he's right there with you, his shoes tossed off to the side at the ready mark. or if you want to see who can do the most cartwheels, he wraps his jacket around your waist before the competition starts and then shows off that he can do more than you!

𐙚₊˚ if you're reaching your limit, he gently takes your cup from your hands with a little "alright, that's enough for you" and if you whine, he kisses your nose and goes "how about some water instead, hm?" and you reluctantly agree because he's just so sweet

𐙚₊˚ he's so subtle with the way he cares for you, you barely even notice what's going on. you're too busy having the time of your life to realize that jaehyun has already gotten you home, washed up and changed as you talk his ear off in your drunken haze >< he responds to everything while multi-tasking, making sure you get tucked in on your side just in case before you drift off <3

when he is drunk

𐙚₊˚ jaehyun clingy drunk agenda! he'll always want to have his hands on you in some way, whether it be hugging you from behind, holding your hand, or resting his head on your shoulder!

𐙚₊˚ probably needs to be bodyguarded when he first starts drinking. please do not dare him to do anything because he will do it. and he will prove that he can do it better than anyone has ever seen.

𐙚₊˚ although his energy is usually always at 100%, i think he mellows out a bit when he's really drunk. at first, when he's simply tipsy, he's the life of the party! cracking jokes with everyone, sparking up a conversation with anyone in his vicinity, even he's dancing on tables lol but once he gets really drunk, he gets a little quieter and sticks to your side!! (that's when you know it's time to take him home)

𐙚₊˚ jaehyun can get pretty emotional when he's drunk too. he could probably cry just from thinking about how much he loves you!! you won't even notice that he started to cry until he's sniffling, dabbing at his eyes :< and if you ask him what's wrong, he'll just be like "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me." and you're just like ???<3???<3??? because it'll come out of nowhere lol

𐙚₊˚ if you aren't with him at a party or something, he'll probably text you the entire time. just like paragraphs of how much he misses you, and how he loves you so so so so much, and he'll even send you cute drunk selfies so you know he is safe and having a good time!

𐙚₊˚ jaehyun can get very very needy when he's drunk! you could be chilling at home when he comes back from a friend's house and he'll be all over you, nuzzling his nose into your neck, kissing your shoulder, subtly trying to rub against your leg because he forgets to use his words :<

˚ ⋆｡˚ taesan

when you are drunk

𐙚₊˚ #1 instigator. he thinks that you are so funny when you're drunk >< how you'll do and say literally anything without a second thought and he encourages it even. it's cute to him

𐙚₊˚ like if you get into a rap battle with a random busker on the street, he's throwing imaginary money and tossing in random adlibs like he's a soundcloud rapper girlfriend lol

𐙚₊˚ always has an arm over your shoulder, holding you close to his side because you look so good and he doesn't want anyone to think you are single and try to hit on you! keeps you close to him at all times

𐙚₊˚ nothing really fazes him and he's good at keeping calm. like if you start to throw up, he'll simply hold your hair out of your face and rub your back softly before cleaning you up with a tiny smile. or if you suddenly burst out into tears, he's cooing at you, wiping your cheeks with his thumb, placing kissing on your nose <3

𐙚₊˚ but if you're blackout drunk, way past your limit, he gets really serious >< he'll sit you on the kitchen counter and make sure you drink a bunch of water, his eyes on you like a hawk. he'll rub your knee comfortingly to keep you present, praising you every few seconds for doing so well for him

𐙚₊˚ he'll tease you so much once you're sober, recounting all of the crazy things you did while you were drunk >< and when you start to get embarrassed, he wraps you up in his arms and reassures you that you are still cute to him no matter what <3

when he is drunk

𐙚₊˚ yapper. like. he's going to be talking soooo much!!! just about anything and everything, stumbling and slurring over his words as he recounts how he saw a squirrel earlier that day or something. shares wayyyy too many tmis too

𐙚₊˚ he definitely loosens up more when he's drunk. his composure and attention span goes straight out the window. he's usually pretty composed when he's sober for the most part, but as soon as he gets a few drinks in his system, something in him flips like a switch

𐙚₊˚ please do not let him pick up the karaoke mic oh my... he's going to attempt to have a rap battle with you or try to belt out the highest notes possible. he'll put on an entire show for your whole friend group!!! he might even join in on drinking games and stuff

𐙚₊˚ wanders off easily, so please can an eye on him!! he'll get distracted by every single thing, his feet carrying him away without a second thought >< you might even lose him for an hour, and then find him sitting in the kitchen eating a bag of chips with someone's hat on and a mustache drawn on his face

𐙚₊˚ taesan can get pretty pouty when he's drunk too. especiallyyyy if you're not giving him as much attention as he wants! you could be laughing with some friends and taesan will be sitting next to you with his arms crossed and the biggest kitty pout on his face ever because? why aren't you laughing with him!!!! (pls give him lots of kisses to make up for it!!!)

𐙚₊˚ he definitely has a habit of denying that he's drunk. he'll try to dismiss your help to get him home, or refuse to drink water, and claim that he can do everything by himself. he'll literally be tripping over his own feet as you try to help him into his bed and he'll be like "nooo i'm not drunk! i swear!" and then as soon as he hits the pillow, he's out like a light

leehan ˚ ⋆｡˚

when you are drunk

𐙚₊˚ follows you around like a guard dog the entire night! he knows that you like to run off and do reckless stuff when you get drunk, so he's keeping his eye on you

𐙚₊˚ makes all of your drinks himself and never lets you drink out of the punch bowl <3 you like to joke that he's your personal bartender and he takes the title with pride

𐙚₊˚ if you get really drunk and start getting emotional, he's quick to comfort you, even if you won't remember anything he said in the morning. he's cupping your cheeks, kissing your lips and telling you how much he loves you!!! he thinks it's so adorable when you start crying because of how much you love him, and he reminds you that he isn't going anywhere, ever <3

𐙚₊˚ super gentle with you when helping you wind down for the night!!! he'll remove your make up and help you brush your teeth with a quiet "say ahhh", smiling softly because you are just so cute and he's so in love

𐙚₊˚ lets you space out and stare at his fish tank while he makes you food to eat before you go to sleep so you can get something in your stomach! goes to the other side of the tank and makes a funny face through the glass just to see you giggle

𐙚₊˚ already has hangover medicine ready on your side table with water and snacks if you wake up and need something!!! please thank him a bunch in the morning for how well he took care of you <33

when he is drunk

𐙚₊˚ second highest tolerance i think! he definitely gets drunk quicker than sungho, but it still takes him a bit!!! mostly because no one can tell if he's actually drunk or not with the way he's able to keep his composure

𐙚₊˚ i don't see him as the type to chug a bunch of drinks immediately, probably only nursing one drink for a long time. he knows his limits, and tries to stick to them because he hates being hungover the next day!!! he has to feel good so he can take care of you instead <3

𐙚₊˚ he gets sooo flirty, it's unreal. he'll literally try to talk you up even though you guys are already together!! he'll comment on how good you look, his hand rubbing your thigh, leaning in to whisper into your ear and kiss your neck ><

𐙚₊˚ he gets really soft toward the end of the night, his head resting on your shoulder as he spaces out </3 he'll probably play with your fingers while you converse with your friends, laughing quietly every now and then, but his mind is on an entirely different planet. it's okay though because he knows you'll look after him!!!

𐙚₊˚ gets pretty defiant when he's had one too many drinks lol >< like if you tell him it's time to go home, he'll plant his feet into the ground so you physically cannot drag him away with a teasing look on his face. he might even just take a seat on the floor and look up at you with big puppy dogs eyes because he doesn't want to go yet!

𐙚₊˚ he sobers up pretty quickly and is usually fine by the time you guys get home!!! he'd probably want to shower together before cuddling up to you like a big teddy bear, usually asleep within a minutes, surrounded by your warmth <3

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hurtblossom · 5 months ago

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You belong with me L.N.4

Pairing : Lando Norris x Driver!Reader (Female)

Summary : Driver reader is in love with little Lando Norris, but he is too oblivious to notice ?

Warning : ANGST + Insecure reader + Terrible english (feel free to correct me) + Relatively short. Use of she/her pronounce

INSPIRED BY THE SONG YOU BELONG WITH ME, BY TAYLOR SWIFT

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You've always had a soft spot for Lando Norris, from the moment you first saw him at one karting race, when you were just kids. You grew up together, along with other drivers, so you were on the first line to see the little boy you once knew, turn into one hell of a man. But it wasn't his beauty that caught your attention. It was rather how mature he was at such a young age, how he was shy around all the other boys during karting, or how he always managed to have a good heart.

You'll always remember the day you met him; it was during your first ever karting competition. You've waited for this moment a long time, and trained hard, with your father's help, to achieve your goals. Unfortunately, nothing went as planned, and you ended up being covered in mud, and disqualified, due to someone pushing you off the track (it was just an inchident, on the race).

You'll always remember that little boy, coming towards you and sitting next to you, telling you how much of a great racer you are, and how you should beat yourself up over one loss. When you turned to look at him, the only thing you could see was his smile.

He raised one hand, which made you flinch a little, and he carefully brought it to your face, whipping the tears. That was the first ever memory you had of Lando Norris, and ever since then, you've been growing a crush on him, to which he had been oblivious.

Back to the story ...

You're on the phone with your girlfriend, she's upset She's going off about something that you said Cause she doesn't get your humor like I do

You've been a driver for McLaren for a little less than 3 months now, they were kind enough to give you a chance, as the first female, racing in Formula 1, against men.

You often saw Lando, on his phone, texting away, or just talking on the phone with someone. You didn't want to pry or to be weird by asking questions. You were only his teammate after all, so you just watched him, from afar.

You noticed that he always seemed to be upset when on the phone, always huffing and arguing with the person on the other side of it. You could hear small bits of the conversation, something about him being rude or whatever.

"You should stop staring, it's becoming quite obvious." Max said, sitting beside you.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You said, burying your eyes on your phone.

"I'm serious Y/n/n, it's been years, when are you going to give up?" He asked.

" Again, I don't know what you're talking about." You replied, sitting up. "Now, if you don't mind, I have places to be "

"The sooner you'll get over it, the better. " Yelled Max, while watching you disappear.

But she wears short skirts, I wear T-shirts She's Cheer Captain, and I'm on the bleachers Dreaming about the day when you wake up and find That what you're looking for has been here the whole time

The first time you met Magui, Lando's girlfriend, you couldn't help but compare yourself with her. The way she dresses, how she talked, how she laughed, her posture. Everything she had, everything she was, you envied, because you were never that. Deep down, you wished to be like her, and even deeper than that, you wanted to know if Lando would even spare you a glance, if you looked just a little bit like Magui.

McLaren was having a little brunch, where all the team was invited, including plus ones. You were all sitting around a table, talking about the previous races, laughing and just having a good time, all together. It was loud.

It was now that Lando cracked a joke, and everybody laughed that you realized that Magui wasn't really interested in what was happening, only focusing of her phone.

You looked back at Lando and saw the disappointment on his face. You made direct eye contact, and you smiled at him, waving slowly your hand, to which he did the same, you couldn't help but think that she really wasn't for him.

What you didn't see was Magui's face after that. And what you surely didn't know was that after that lunch, you were the topic of an argument between those two.

If you could see that I'm the one who understands you Been here all along, so why can't you see? You belong with me

The last GP left Lando in pieces, feeling like a disappointment, like he couldn't do anything right, win anything. During that last race, he ended up DNFing, while you were P3. Once out of the car, you were smiling, but it slowly faded away when you noticed your team's behavior.

"What's happening?" You asked one of your coworkers after taking off your helmet.

"Lando DNFed, and we can't find him anywhere." You've informed.

Technically, you had to go straight to media, to talk about your race, but at that moment, your whole attention was focused on finding Lando.

Walking around the paddock, you bumped into Magui, you didn't miss the dirty look she gave you.

"Have you seen Lando?" You asked her.

"Why are you looking for my boyfriend?" She asked in return. "Haven't you understood yet? He doesn't want you. Stop being so clingy with him, stop laughing at his stupid jokes, and stop looking at him all the damn time. "

"What on earth are you talking about?" You asked, confused.

" Don't act stupid. You know exactly what I'm talking about. He told me how much of a creep you are. Leave him alone. He's too nice to tell you that himself." She explained, getting angrier every time she pronounced a word.

" He told you that?" You whispered.

" That and many other things." She spoke. "Leave my boyfriend alone. Understood?"

"Yeah. Alright. I will." You said, trying to get as far away as possible from that woman.

"And for the recorded. He blames you for today." She finally said, before leaving.

Tears were going down your face, as you continued to walk. That's when you saw him, sitting alone, far away from any cameras, his face buried in his hands. You dried your tears with the back of your hand, before joining him. You took a seat next to him, silently, not daring to look at him.

"Don't beat yourself too much." You said, catching his attention. "It wasn't your fault; you did the best you could."

"I failed, again." He said, looking straight forward.

"You're a fantastic racer, Lando. One fail doesn't define you. You have many wins coming your way. I know it." You explained, looking at him.

"How can you be so sure?" He asked

" Because I know you." You simply said, smiling at him. "And I know you're going to do big things."

At that moment, his face turned, and his eyes studied your face, his smiled disappeared, replaced by a frown.

"Were you crying?" He asked, noticing the redness of your eyes.

" Um, yeah." You whispered. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I wont bother you anymore Lando."

"Bother me? What are you talking about?" He asked, confusion visible on his face, but you just couldn't deal with that now.

"I have to go." You stood up quickly, making your way towards the paddock. Lando stood up quickly, calling after you, but you just didn't turn around.

part 2 🩷

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wsoc-gay · 6 months ago

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Hurt

Leah Williamson x Reader

Summary: You're a sergeant in the British Army and after breaking some promises it begins to effect yours and Leah's marriage, risking your relationship with your daughter.

A/N: I dont love how the ending of this came out, but nonetheless 10k words of angst with a hint of fluff. As always put your requests in my asks!

Based on this request

You were ten years old when you met Leah for the first time. She was a thin, tall girl, with sandy blonde hair, and a fringe blowing in her eyes. You were trialing with the Arsenal Academy, having just moved to London. Leah had already been an established player on the team, having played for a few years, but they encouraged all their current players to attend the trial. The first thing she noticed about you was the goalkeeper gloves covering your hands, not many girls your age were willing to play keeper, not to mention enjoyed it. Leah certainly didn’t fancy herself a time in net, frankly she would do anything to avoid going in, she thought you were weird for liking it. The next thing she noticed was that you were taller than her, at that age Leah was always the tallest on the team, she thought it was weird you were so tall.

After a few practices, Leah started to pick up on how fiercely competitive you were, similar to how she was. Most of the girls on your team didn’t care about winning in training and would rather have a good time with their mates, but Leah could see the look in your eye, the way you clenched your jaw, and how you would rapidly open and close your hands after each shot that slipped past you, being trapped by the netting behind you. She liked that about you, how badly you wanted to win at everything you did, this shared passion for winning is what first sparked your friendship.

You weren’t used to having friends, never staying in one place for long enough to make any. Your dad was a captain in the British Army, meaning by your young age you had already lived in more countries than you could remember. This move was different though, you knew you weren’t going to be packing up soon and leaving, this time was for good. This time was for good because your dad was no longer in the Army, he wasn’t even your dad anymore, he was killed on a random Tuesday, in a country you couldn’t pronounce, on what he promised was his last deployment.

It was after dinner time when two men, dressed in the suit your dad wore when he married your mom, knocked on your door. You parents taught you never to open the door for strangers, but when you looked out the window and saw the men in uniforms you assumed they were friends with your dad.

You opened the door and looked up at the tall men, “My daddy isn’t home right now, he’s on a work trip,” they always called his deployments ‘work trips’, your parents didn’t want you to know the seriousness of what he was doing so they settled on calling his deployments his work trips.

The man on the right had a soft smile as he bent down to your level, “We’re actually here to talk with your mum, is she here?”

You nodded your head quickly and turned to go get her. As soon as you turned around you saw her standing in the doorway, a horrified expression on her face. You weren’t sure why she looked so scared it was just your dad’s friends. She knew what they were there for, the horrifying reality of many military spouses and family members. This was something she had nightmares about since he started deploying. A repeating nightmare of men coming to her door to tell her the love of her life was dead.

“Go to your room sweetie,” your mom told you breathlessly.

You gave her a confused look, but before you could ask why she sternly repeated herself. You ran up the stairs, knowing she really meant it, but you didn’t go to your room, you sat hiding behind the wall at the top of the stairs. You tried listening to what the men were saying, but you didn’t hear anything until the gut wrenching sobs that escaped your mom.

You ran down the steps and attached yourself to your mom’s side, not knowing why she was so sad, but knowing she needed you. She pulled you into a tight hug and continued to sob into you.

Later that night when her sobs softened, she pulled you onto the couch and told you what the men had told her, that your dad died. You tried your best to stay strong for your mom, but you couldn’t help the sobs that wrecked your small body.

It had been a few months since you saw your dad, but after you found out about his passing the only thing you could remember was the last thing he told you, “Look after your mom for me, she gets sad when I’m gone. I’m always proud of you baby.”

Your dad told you to look after your mom and that is exactly what you did. You held her while she cried after work, this happened every night for months. And after you held her, she would send you to bed and there you could cry. You never let your mom see you upset, you thought it would make everything harder for her, so you cried to yourself at night.

For a long time, you were sad, your dad was your hero, you always wanted to be just like him. Leah helped when you were sad, it made you feel better and distracted you from thinking about your dad when the two of you hung out. You and Leah lived in different neighborhoods and when to different primary schools when you were young, but every day you would get off at her bus stop and walk over to her house. Your mom was a nurse, she worked long days in the hospital, oftentimes not getting home until after you had already finished training.

So, saying you hung out with Leah a lot was an understatement, you’d go to her house after school, drive together to training, then go back to her house and wait for your mom came to get you. You didn’t see you mom much, but whenever you did, she was not in a good mood, either about to go into or just come off a long shift. She was always angry when she’d pick you up from Leah’s. She was angry until you got home, she took a seat on your couch with her special drink, and eventually fall asleep. Before you went to bed you’d turn the tv off and cover her in a blanket.

You loved your mom and knew everything she was doing was for you, but you couldn’t help but miss your dad. You would never dare tell you mom about how much you missed him, remembering back to the last time you did and being met with a slap across your face that kept your cheek red for nearly three days. You told her how sad you were and how much you missed him, and she started yelling about how she missed him more than you and that you would never understand how much she missed him. The alcohol was clear on her breath, but you didn’t notice at that age.

The next day you told Leah and her mom that you had tripped in the garden, Leah believed you, but even though her mom wasn’t so sure she let you on your way, making sure to keep an extra close eye on your mood the next few days. It was hard to tell if anything was different with you, since you got to London you had become much better at hiding your feelings. You wanted to look after your mom so you wouldn’t let her see you sad. You also didn’t want to talk about your feelings, so you hid it from everyone. You got horribly used to keeping your feelings to yourself, so you would just bottle them up, hoping no one would notice. Your dad was a strong man, you never saw him cry and you wanted to be just like him, so no one would see you cry.

Even as you got older and didn’t need to spend as much time at Leah’s, now being old enough to stay home alone, you still found yourself taking the bus to Leah’s neighborhood and spending afternoons before training there. Oddly enough the older you got the earlier your mom was getting out of work, you’d arrive home from training to see her passed out on the couch, with a bottle of whatever her alcohol of choice was that day on the table beside her.

You would put your stuff away in your room before cooking dinner, eating your serving, plating your mother’s to put on the table aside her for whenever she woke up, and then would go to your room for the night. You didn’t like to hang around for when your mother woke up, whenever you were there, she would find something to yell at you about. Nothing you could do would be good enough for her and then she’d drag your dad into it, telling you how you would never make him proud. Having heard her say that to you since the day he died you decided you’d join the army as soon as you were of age, you know that would make him proud.

You were fifteen when you were drunk at a party and kissed Leah. You had been harboring feelings for her for a few years at that point. When you were younger you weren’t sure what those feelings were, having never had many friends you assumed you just liked her as a friend. As you got older, and people started dating you realized that you were falling for the blonde girl. It was easy to hide for a while, you both always hung out and you were able to hide those feelings like you did with any other feeling.

However, that night under the influence of a bit of alcohol you couldn’t hold in those feelings anymore. When you kissed her, she was shocked for a moment, but quickly kissed you back. She had been feeling the same way for a while but didn’t think you saw her that way. You started dating a week later and had been together ever since.

You were in the stands when Leah made her debut for the full team at 17 and she was there for you the day you graduated your final phase of training at 18. Leah wasn’t necessarily overjoyed at the prospect of you joining the Army, but you had talked about since the day you met, and she was never going to stand in the way of what was your dream. She was going to stand by your side through it as you were doing it for her.

You got married ten years into your relationship, a beautiful ceremony just outside London, surrounded by your friends, co-workers, and families. You were dressed in dressed blues adorned with medals you were oh so proud of as Leah looked astonishing in her elegant white gown.

You both were 30 when Leah won the World Cup, however, you weren’t there to witness it. Instead of being there to witness history being made you were halfway through a deployment to the Middle East watching the games on the rare occasion you had access to the internet.

When you arrived home four months later, you and Leah went on holiday to celebrate your homecoming and her world victory. You were sat at a nice dinner to celebrate the last day of a lovely holiday when Leah told you she wanted to have a baby. It was a conversation you had before, both of you knew you wanted kids, but you didn’t want to get pregnant and at the time Leah wasn’t sure if she would be willing to put her career on hold to have a baby. But now, after having completed international football, she decided she was ready to pause her career and fulfil both of your dreams.

It was the perfect time to have a baby, Leah didn’t have any major international tournaments the following year and you had just gotten home from a deployment and likely wouldn’t be sent away for at least a few more years. You started the IVF process as soon as you arrived home from holiday and after two rounds were officially expecting a baby girl. Amelia Lily Y/L/N Williamson was born on a sunny September day and was immediately your entire world.

The next time you were deployed was when Amelia was 2 years old, you told her the same thing your mom used to tell you about your father, that you were going on a work trip. 8 months later when you came home Amelia had a rough time adjusting to you being back in the home, clearly affected by your absence.

The fighting with Leah started soon after you came home, it wasn’t every night and was never anything physical, but you and Leah would argue about your career. You were lucky that you hadn’t been stationed outside of England since 24, but the deployments every few years took a toll on your relationship. She had been asking about you leaving the Army since you got married, she wanted you home more, and didn’t want to be having to worry about you possibly dying overseas in the same manner your father did.

It was 2 weeks after you had gotten home, and Amelia still wasn’t quite used to you being there yet. She wouldn’t let you handle bath time alone, wouldn’t let you play with her, and wouldn’t let you put her to bed without Leah there as well.

You were sat on the edge of Amelia’s bed, attempting to read her a story before she went to bed, but she wouldn’t calm down, “I want Mama,” the small girl cried pushing a hand against your chest.

You ran a hand through her blonde hair, “Mama will be here soon, lovie, I’m just going to get started on your story while we wait for her.”

She clenched her fists and pounded them into her bed, “I don’t want Mummy bedtime story, I want Mama bedtime story,” the small girl cried.

Since you got home you and Leah had tried to give you more one on one time with Amelia, hoping that she would get more used to you being around, but every time you tried it ended this same way. Leah wasn’t busy right now, she was sat on the couch in your living room, hoping to remain there until she heard the story finish. Leah had done the beginning of Amelia’s nighttime routine, her bath, her teeth, getting her dressed, but hoped that she’d allow for you to handle the story.

You sighed and looked to your daughter with pleading eyes, “I’m reading the same story Mama reads you, Mama will be here soon, but we’re just going to read the story,” you held up the book to show her the familiar cover page.

She flipped onto her stomach and dug her head into her pillow crying, “I don’t want you Mummy, I want Mama.”

You sighed, the guilt of seeing your daughter like this after your absence was eating you alive. You knew how hard she took it when Leah left for weekend away trips, but you never expected her to act like this upon your return. You had expected her to be excited to see you home, knowing you both were always close. Ever since she was born, she loved being with you. After Leah would feed her, you would take your daughter to burp and then she’d fall asleep against your chest, one hand gripped to your shirt and cuddled as close to you as possible. She always loved being in your arms, even as she grew your arms were huge around her, she always felt so safe with you, anytime she was upset everything seemed to melt away the second she was in your strong arms.

You sat there rubbing your hands over your face when Amelia began kicking her feet into her mattress, “I want Mama, Mama doesn’t leave me,” now she was screaming.

You sighed rubbing a hand on her back, “I don’t like leaving you sweetie, but I have to for work.”

“Mama leaves on work trips and Mama comes home. You leave for work trips, and you don’t come home,” the small girl continued was sobbing into her pillow.

It broke your heart to hear your little girl like this. From your own experience you remember how hard it was having your father leave on his deployments, but you don’t remember ever getting to the extent that you saw your daughter right now. You were always overjoyed the minute your dad got home, you’d be waiting at the base for him and jumping into his arms as soon as he reached you. You wouldn’t let him out of your sights for weeks after he’d return, too scared that he’d disappear again.

You couldn’t help but feel like you failed her, this little girl and her mom were your whole world and you felt like you failed them both. Here you were sat on the edge of a little bed, staring into small eyes identical to those of the love of your life as she laid in bed sobbing because you were sat next to her.

You sighed and had you head in your hands when suddenly you heard a familiar voice in the doorway, “Mama is here now let’s read your bedtime story.”

Leah walked around to the opposite side of the toddler bed and sat on the edge, one hand rubbing down your daughters back, “Would you like to read your story now?” she asked the toddler.

You and Leah looked at each other confused as you heard a quiet mumbling into the pillow, neither of you sure what she had said, “What was that, lovie? Can you speak up, please?” you softly asked.

She turned her head to face your wife and grabbed her sleeve, “I don’t want Mummy here for story time. Just want Mama.”

Your heart broke all over again as you heard her words, Leah looked to you with tired and heartbroken eyes, before she spoke, “It’s okay sweetie, we can do our usual story time with Mummy.”

Amelia dug her head back into the pillow as she repeatedly shook her head no.

Leah went to speak again, but you cut her off putting your hand up, “It’s okay Le, I’ll go,” you leaned down to place a kiss on your daughter’s head, “I love you, lovie, sleep well,” you stood up and walked out of the room not before looking back from the doorway and seeing Amelia roll over and cuddle into Leah’s side.

The first dew nights you understood that she was upset, and over your calls with Leah, knew it was going to take some getting used to for the 3-year-old. However, you never expected it to drag out this long. She used to love you reading to her before bed, she’d cuddle into your side while Leah read to her, almost always falling asleep in your arms.

You dragged yourself down the halls and into your shared bedroom with Leah. You changed into a pair of shorts and an old, oversized army hoodie. You went into the bathroom and stared at yourself in the mirror for a while. Every time you came home from a deployment you looked to have aged about 5 years, you were only 33, but by the dark circles under your eyes, and the stress wrinkles covering your face, people could’ve guessed you were well into your 40s.

Deployments were always hard, out in the sun all day, working all day, not sleeping well, and being away from Leah. This deployment was a lot worse than the others, not only being away from Leah, but also Amelia took a large not toll on you, and to make it worse it was a rough deployment. Your troop was sent on more missions than you had ever experienced on a deployment before, you were stationed in a high combat area. Multiple soldiers under your command had died in combat and being their sergeant, you took their deaths especially hard. You felt like you were the reason these soldiers weren’t going to return to their families.

Your PTSD was also worse than ever before. You’ve had it since your early deployments, but it never went past a few nightmares, now it wasn’t just at night, you were starting to have panic attacks. They would come without warning, you were at the park with Leah and Amelia yesterday afternoon when a loud scream in the distance sent your mind back to the battlefield, you suddenly were shoving your wife and daughter behind your back, wanting to protect them from whatever caused the screams. Amelia was terrified seeing you like that and it took Leah nearly 20 minutes to calm you down and convince you that they were safe.

You remember when this used to happen to your dad, you didn’t realize what it truly was at the time, but now you understand. It would take you mom a while to calm him down, but you weren’t scared of him when it happened, you knew that he was only ever doing it to protect you. Amelia didn’t see it this way, all she saw was you panicking trying to protect her and Leah. It put Leah in a complicated spot, trying to calm you down while also trying to convince your daughter that you were okay.

Your hands were leaning against the counter and your head hanging low when you felt a hand rubbing your back, you looked up in the mirror to see Leah’s face reflected right behind your shoulder, “She go down alright, once I finally left?”

Leah sighed, “It’s not like that-”

You cut her off before she could continue, “Yes, it is, Leah, our daughter hates me,” you turned away from the counter and walked into your bedroom, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Leah followed you into the room sat next to you placing a hand on your thigh, “She doesn’t hate you, y/n, she-”

You sharply cut her off again, “She’s just getting used to it, I know Leah, but I never had to get used to my dad being home, not like this. I was overjoyed when he was home, I wouldn’t let him out of my sight when he came home. He was my best friend, my hero, and I thought that’s how Amelia saw me, but clearly, I was wrong.”

Leah sighed rubbing circles into your thigh, “I wasn’t going to say that” she sent you a small glare, “So stop interrupting me,” you nodded, “I was going to tell you that she cried almost every night for the first month. She wanted to know where you were, she didn’t understand why you weren’t coming home and I didn’t know what to tell her,” Your wife sighed, “Every away match when she’d come with me, she would be so angry the whole trip, constantly complaining about how she was missing out on her Mummy and Amelia days. She missed you, love, she missed you so much she didn’t know how to handle it. She is mad that you left that’s why she’s taking it so hard.”

You wiped a hand over your face, “Well, what am I supposed to do about that now? She was mad that I left, I get that, but I’m home now and I’m trying, and she hardly lets me see her.”

The blonde defender rubbed her hand over your thigh, “You can try apologizing to her. Tell her that you’re sorry for leaving and that you won’t be leaving like that again.”

“You know I can’t tell her that, Leah. I may not be leaving soon, but eventually I’ll have to leave again.”

“Or you don’t have to leave again?”

You scoffed, “You know I can’t just tell the Army not to deploy me, I’ll have to leave again.”

Leah sighed and looked towards her feet, “I’m trying to say that maybe you should think about stepping away from the Army.”

You laughed, “That’s funny, love, leaving the Army,” You looked towards her and saw the serious look on her face, “You’re not kidding, are you?”

Her blue eyes met yours, “No, I’m not kidding.”

“I’m not leaving the Army, end of story.”

“You’re not even going to talk about it?”

You pushed yourself off the bed and turned to face the England captain, “There’s nothing to talk about, I’m not leaving the Army.”

Leah stood up and walked towards you a stern look and tone in her voice, “Why won’t you talk about it? Do you not care about your relationship with Amelia?”

You took a step back and pointed a finger towards her, “Don’t you dare bring her up. You know this has nothing to do with her.”

“How does it have nothing to do with her? You’re seeing now the consequences your career is having on her,” Your wife started to raise her voice, “This has everything to do with her, you’re destroying your relationship with her.”

You knew she had a point, that your career was affecting your relationship with your daughter. Anyone could tell that you leaving was affecting her, but what you failed to notice was how it also affected Leah. You never thought about how hard it was on her, she was always so excited to hear from you while you were away and celebrated every time you came home, it never crossed your mind how hard you being away was on her.

She noticed your hesitancy to answer, and you saw her seem to draw in on herself, she spoke softly, “And it’s not only affecting your relationship with her,” the blonde defender looked down at her feet.

“What are you trying to say, that my career is affecting us?”

Leah looked at you as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, “Of course it is.”

You looked at her and your expression dropped, “You never mentioned anything.”

Tears began to peak in her eyes, “I didn’t think I had to mention anything. I’ve been worrying about you over the course of your deployments for over ten years,” she wiped a tear as it began to fall, “Everyday you’re there I am absolutely terrified. Every time you reschedule a call because you’re going out, I stay awake for days, unable to sleep because I’m so worried sick over you,” the tears began falling harder, “Every there’s a knock on the door I’m terrified that I’m going to open it to the same thing your mom did when your dad died.”

“Don’t mention my dad to use him against me.”

She gasped, “I’m not using him against you. I’m trying to get you to understand why I think you should leave the military. I’m trying to get you to see it through my eyes, the eyes that are worried sick of her wife, the mother of her child, dying in a sandpit overseas.”

“Have I ever asked you to quit football?” you sharply asked.

Leah’s voice was raised now, “How is this the same as football?”

Your tone matched hers, “You’re gone all day at training and then leave for days at a time, I go on deployment once every few years, Leah.”

She scoffed again, “You’re gone once every few years for nearly a year at a time. And I know while I’m at football you’re not worried about me dying.”

You turned and began to walk out of the room, “I’m not leaving the Army, that’s final.”

Leah yelled out as you reached the doorway, “Please just think about it. Think about how much better our life could be with you at home, think about how this is affecting all of us.”

You nodded before turning and leaving Leah in the middle of your room, tears streaming down her face.

The truth was you thought about it, for about thirty seconds. You knew you weren’t going to leave the Army. While you heard everything Leah had said and hated the way she felt about the situation you knew that you weren’t going to leave the career you had made. The career you were so proud of, the life that you knew your dad would be proud of.

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Now, two years later you stood in your kitchen, sobs wrecking from your wife after you just told her you would be deploying again in two weeks’ time. While Leah knew it was a longshot to get you to leave the Army two years ago, she thought that you would think it over and come around before they would get the chance to deploy you again.

She thought you would think about her, about Amelia, and realize that the right decision was to leave. She hoped that her retirement from football last year would spark something in you, but evidently it didn’t.

The strong former defender looked tiny as she leaned against the counter, her body wrecked by sobs, “Why are you doing this to us?”

Your hands were dug through your hair, “I’m not doing anything to us. This isn’t about our family it is about my career.”

Leah stood up and pushed her two hands against your chest, “This has everything to do with us, you’re leaving us again. I thought that you would finally stand up and choose me and your daughter over the Army, but clearly, I was wrong.”

“I’m not choosing anything over anyone. I’m going to war, to fight, and protect you. I am not choosing the Army over you; I’m choosing the Army for you.”

Leah’s sobs were lessened by her raised voice, “If you were choosing something for me, for us, you would’ve left the Army two years ago when your daughter could hardly look at you for months.”

She was right, it had taken Amelia nearly four months of you being home, to get over the betrayal she felt by your absence. It wrecked you seeing her like that, for so long, but the only thing you had at that time was the Army. Your career never turned its back on you, it celebrated your devotion, and you sacrifice. The only thing that helped you feel better during that time was going to work and knowing you were making a difference.

You lowered your voice, hoping to calm the situation, “I need to do this, love. You know what my career means to me.”

Leah’s expression was still cold, “Don’t call me that while you’re telling me that you’re choosing work over me.”

You slammed your fist against the countertop, “How many times do I need to tell you that I’m not choosing work over you. Nothing is more important to me than my family and the Army.”

Her hands covered her face, “Why is your family at the same level as your job? I would never have chosen football over you and our daughter. I gave up my career for a year just to have her.”

Your expression was stern and portrayed little emotions, “The Army is my family-”

The blonde cut you off, shoving you back again, “Stop saying that me and Amelia mean no more to you than the Army. In no world should your family be at the same level as your job.”

Now you were angry, “This isn’t just my job this is my life, this is my father’s legacy. I am committing myself to the same thing he did. I am living the life that he gave his entire existence to.”

“And do you want to die before you see your daughter turn ten?”

You sucked in a tight breath, “Don’t you dare say that to me.”

She gasped, “That’s the truth. It’s the harsh reality and it is the reason why you need to choose us over your job.”

“I’m not leaving the Army; I’ll be home in nine months and when I get home then, and we have this same conversation my answer will not change,” your cold expression never faltered.

She sighed and spoke the quietest since the beginning of the argument, “Then I’m leaving you.”

Your head whipped towards her, “What did you just say?”

More confidently this time, “I am leaving you and I’m taking Amelia with me. We can’t live like this anymore.”

“We’ve been together for 20 years you can’t just leave me.”

Leah leaned back against the counter, “And for the first 17 years I thought that me and our daughter came first. The last three years you’ve made it painfully obvious that isn’t true and I’m not going to raise my daughter in that environment.”

You crossed your arms, “I love you, Leah, I have for the past 20 years. I love Amelia and I have since the second she was born. You can’t leave me.”

You walked towards where Leah stood and reached to grab her hand. Your wife slipped away from the counter and crossed to the other side of the kitchen, “I know you love us, and you know that I love you too, but we can’t keep coming second to your career.”

“You don’t come second you-”

Leah cut you off, “Were on the same level, I know you’ve been telling me for years. I’m not going to put up with it anymore. Your family is supposed to come first and clearly, you’re not capable of that, so I’m done. You can try and fight it if you want, but I want to handle this between us. You know what is best for Amelia, you know that she is better off with me,” you just looked at her, unable to speak, “I’m going to pick her up from school, I hope you’re gone when I get back.”

“You’re not even going to let me say goodbye?”

Leah knew this meant that you agreed to her terms, you would give her full custody of your daughter. As much as it hurt, you knew that Leah was right. She would be able to give her the better life, Amelia would miss you for the first few months, but just like your last deployment, she would get over it and she would settle into her new life.

“You’re right, but you’re not staying here tonight. You can say goodbye during bedtime, but I want you gone before I go to bed.”

With that Leah walked out of your shared home, the home you had lived in for the last 8 years. You walked to your bedroom, the bedroom that held so many fond memories. In that room Leah told you that she was ready to have a baby, you did all the IVF shots there, you read the test confirming Leah’s pregnancy, felt Amelia move for the first time, spoke to your baby girl, held your daughter while she screamed during the night, and so many more.

Now here you stood, staring into your closet deciding what you wanted to take with you as you moved out of your beloved home. Moved out of this home by yourself, leaving your daughter and wife, soon to be ex-wife, behind.

There were a lot of tears that night as you said goodnight to your daughter. You had tears in your eyes and streaming down your cheeks as you knew it would be the last time you would see her for a long while. Tears were also streaming down her face as she cried for Leah, you had told her you would be deploying again, and she did not take it well. Once you told her she immediately shut down and wanted her Mama there, the woman who never left her behind.

She didn’t understand what this goodbye meant, and you didn’t have the heart to tell her. You promised your blonde daughter that you loved her and that you’d always protect her even if you were halfway across the world. So, you left that night under the gauge that you were deploying, not telling her that you would be gone for much longer than that now.

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It was six months later when you found yourself waking up under the bright, blinding lights of a hospital room. You weren’t sure where you were or what was happening as your breathing increased and you slowly began to panic. Sitting up quickly and searching the room for a sign of where you were.

The room was silent besides the sound of your labored breathings and subtle beeps from the machines on your bedside. It was a small room, but if anything was clear from the number of machines whirring beside you, it was that whatever you were here for was serious.

The white walls and lights lit up the room fully, but they were accompanied by the sun shining in from the large windows. It looked as every other hospital you had visited; the room your mom was brought to when she cut her hand open while drinking in your teenage years, the room Leah was in after her ACL tear, the room Amelia was born in, and the room you visited injured soldiers in.

Even though you didn’t know what brought you here, every hospital room granted the same feeling, fear, doubt, shock. Your entire body was in an achy pain, moving ever so slightly caused pain to radiate through your entire body. Even just the lights sent pain searing through your head.

The door was opened, and a female doctor rushed to your bedside, “Calm down, Sergeant, you’re okay, you’re safe.”

You gave her a confused look with wide eyes, “Where am I?” you croaked out, your voice scratchy.

“You’re in the hospital, you were injured in the field a week ago. You have been in a coma since.”

Your eyes widened, you had no memory of an injury, “What happened?”

You were five months into your deployment when you were informed of your next base move. Your unit was being sent to a different base, nearly four hours away, in a much more dangerous area. The British squad there was slowly being overpowered by the enemy and they needed more British soldiers there to defend.

This deployment had been noticeable easier than your previous one. You had been stationed in a much safer area than last time and rarely had to go out on missions. You were stationed far away from any enemy camps and hardly came across anyone in your day-to-day. Your squad was only sent on missions when a British troop was in danger.

You hadn’t lost anyone in your squad, but this seemed a bit too good to be true. You hadn’t been on the front lines often, but when you were it was highly dangerous. It was a near miracle that none of your soldiers had lost their lives.

Now you found yourself in the passenger seat of your Foxhound, your right-hand man for this deployment in the driver’s seat beside you. You were about two hours into the drive when the unimaginable happened.

You were driving along a dirt road, the same you had been on for the whole journey, and nearly identical to ever other road in this area. There were no buildings around, no people, and no vehicles other than your unit’s. All of a sudden you hit a bump, for the second you recognized it as a rock in the road, but then suddenly your truck was being blown through the air and flipping over itself.

The IED blew the back of your truck tumbling over the front. The flip crushed the and folded in the hood, trapping your left leg in the damage. The other vehicles in your unit weren’t damaged and the other soldiers came running to the aide of you and your partner. You were unconscious the minute the roof of the truck hit the ground, and as your men reached you, they quickly realized you were stuck in the damage.

They were able to get the other man out, his injuries seemed minor compared to yours. You had severe injuries that even your soldiers could assume were nearly deadly. The aide unit reached you an hour later, your soldier sat by your side protecting the vehicle incase any insurgents heard the explosion. The rescue team was able to get you out of the damage in due time, but at the cost of your left leg. They treated you at a nearby aide station until you were stable enough to be transferred to a hospital.

This was a week ago, now you laid in your hospital bed, finally waking from the medically induced coma the doctors had placed you in due to the traumatic brain injury you suffered. As the doctor explained your injuries, losing your leg, broken ribs, cracked skull, TBI, shattered wrist, and many internal injuries, you zoned out not truly believing the words falling from the doctor’s mouth. You lifted the blanket covering your legs and looked down to see your missing extremity, it was almost as if you didn’t believe what the doctor was saying.

Your breathing was still fast, but it was beginning to regulate as you realized what was happening. All you were thinking about now was how much you wished someone was by your side, but you knew that wasn’t happening. This was the life you had chosen for yourself, a life alone, a life with the Army as your family, the life you chose over your real family. You knew that Leah wasn’t there for you and wasn’t coming to you.

The doctor interrupted your thoughts when she spoke, “Sergeant, we will be transferring you to London shortly. You’ll be remaining there until their doctors declare you healthy enough to return home. You’ll be heavily sedated for the trip, otherwise due to your injuries you would be in unimaginable pain.”

You simply nodded your head, not knowing how to respond to the doctor’s words. As they began to prepare you for transfer your head was empty. The only thing you were sure of at the moment was the pain radiating through your body. There wasn’t much running through your head, you weren’t sure what to think of the situation. And as they put you under the sedation the only thing you were thinking of was about was what would happen once you were back in London, where you would go.

You woke up a few hours later, lying flat in a new hospital bed, looking up at a ceiling nearly identical to the one you were in hours earlier. The same bright lights, white ceiling, whirring of medical devices on your bedside. You heard quiet talking in the distance when you leaned up on your elbows and saw a man in a white coat standing in the doorway speaking to someone that was blocked by the wall.

You watched for a moment, they hadn’t noticed you were awake, and then turned to look around the room. You spotted a bag which you could never forget sitting on the couch to your right, Leah was here.

Wincing as you moved up the bed, now leaning against the bed frame. The doctor turned to look into the room, clearly having heard your pained noise. Once he saw you awake and sitting up, he walked in, Leah following behind, “Nice to see you awake Sergeant, I hope the flight over was smooth.”

You smirked, “Wouldn’t be able to tell you if it wasn’t,” you looked past the doctor to see Leah hesitantly standing next to the doorway, leaning against the wall.

“I’m just going to do a few quick checks on you and then I’ll leave you to get some rest.”

The doctor came to your bedside and took notes in your chart with some of the information on the many devices connected to your body. As he did some hands-on checks you couldn’t stop staring right past him and at the English defender standing in the back. You weren’t sure why she was here; you had changed your emergency contact right before you left on deployment, fearing this exact situation. You knew where you stood with Leah and didn’t want her to be called in if something like this were to happen.

The doctor finished her checks and confirmed that everything looked good in relation to your current state. He looked to Leah as he announced you’d likely be staying in the hospital for about a week, they needed to keep a close eye on your recovery.

The doctor left the room after mentioning he’d be back soon to check on you once again. Leah thanked the doctor and looked over toward you, there was a silence for a minute neither of you quite knowing what to say, but you broke it, “You don’t have to be here, Leah.”

The blonde slowly approached your bed, “Don’t even try telling me to leave.”

“I’m sorry they called you, I’m not sure why they did. I changed my mom to my emergency contact; I don’t know why they-”

Leah cut you off as she sat on the edge of your hospital bed, “They didn’t call me,” you gave her a confused look, “Your mom called me. Why’d you put her down?”

You had a strained relationship with your mom since you moved out of the house. She tormented you after your father died, always drunk and always angry. It was when you enlisted that she really hated you, she didn’t understand why you would put yourself into the same situation that killed your dad. At the time you didn’t understand her anger, you thought what you were doing was honorable, was something to be proud of. What you knew now, from being with Leah, was that she was simply terrified, just like Leah was. You moved out after you enlisted and after the argument that followed.

You and her had some contact, mostly through her expenses and medical care. As much as Leah hated it, you were always there for your mother whenever she called. And while it was never personal and you never introduced her to your daughter, you always took care of whatever she needed. She’d call you for money, you received all her bills, you took care of everything because even with how horribly she treated you, there was always that part of you who understood her. You understood the spiral she had after your father’s passing and he told you to take care of her, and you would never disobey one of his orders. Her drinking was something you delt with from the moment your dad passed. What you didn’t notice as a kid, was that she wasn’t attending work. When you were at school and Leah’s hour assuming she was working in the hospital, she really was at home drinking. The alcohol has taken its toll on her body and her health was now steadily declining.

Leah, obviously, knew all of this having been there for you through it all. Which is why she was so confused to find out that you had her placed in the spot your ex-wife once held.

You looked down in your lap, “Well, I needed to take you off it and I didn’t know who else to put. I filled it out assuming it wouldn’t have to be used, but here we are.”

She let out a soft chuckle, “Well here we are, Y/N.”

You met her eyes, staring into the blue, “What’d she say when she called you?”

Leah sighed, “I don’t think that’s important.”

Your expression grew more serious, “Yes, it is, please tell me.”

The blonde sighed and looked to the ceiling, “She was clearly drunk when she called, it was after you had arrived here, so I’m not really sure what she thought when she got the first call you were hurt, but she didn’t call me then,” Leah took your, uninjured, hand in hers, “She told me that you were here, but that she didn’t remember what the doctor told her about what happened or how you were, so I was half-expecting to show up here and you be in even worse shape. She said that this was your own fault, and that you did this to yourself by choosing to be in the Army. Then she told me it was my fault for not convincing you to leave sooner, started blaming me for killing you,”

You squeezed her hand, “This isn’t your fault, you tried to get me to leave. This was my own fault.”

She sighed, “I know, and I told her I tried to get you to leave, but she just kept saying that this was the same thing that happened with your dad. That he didn’t love her or you enough to leave and it killed him.”

“She has always said I’m just like him, but you know this isn’t your fault. You know I love you and Amelia more than anything.”

Leah’s eyes met yours, “I know you do; I was so scared when she called, I thought you were dead.”

“I might be better off dead at this point,” the defender slapped your thigh, “I lost my leg Leah I can’t be a soldier anymore. I lost you and Amelia when I decided to stay in, and now I’ve lost the career I risked everything for.”

“I’m going to help you get through it, don’t worry.”

You sighed, “You don’t have to do that Leah, I know how you feel about me.”

“I’m going to help you; I’m not just throwing you to the curb.”

You leaned your head against the pillow, “I know I fucked up; I don’t expect you to forgive me and help me just because I got hurt. I’ll figure it out.”

“You don’t have to, I’m taking you home once they let you out of here,” she looked towards the foot of the bed, “I’m helping you get through this, we’ll work through it together.”

“What about Amelia? Won’t it confuse her?”

Leah sighed and spoke softly, “I never told her we split.”

You gave her a confused look, “You didn’t tell her?”

She had a serious look on her face, “No, I didn’t,” the confused look was still plastered across your face, “I might’ve regretted it after it really sunk in.”

Suddenly you felt a jolt of optimism deep in your stomach, you might not have really lost her, “What do you mean?”

Tears started to prick in her eyes, “I was just so terrified of losing you. The last deployment was so difficult on all of us, and I just didn’t think I could go through it again,” you reached to hold the blonde’s hand, “After you said you’d think about leaving I just thought that seeing how it had affected Amelia would convince you to leave, so part of me spent those years just expecting you to leave. When you came home and said you’d be going back I couldn’t handle it.”

You sighed, “I’m sorry, Le.”

“I just was so terrified that I would lose you and had convinced myself you couldn’t come out of every deployment healthy and that eventually it would catch up to you.”

You smirked, “Are saying you jinxed me?” Leah shot you a glare, “Sorry, sorry just trying to lighten the mood.”

The captain let a small smile cross her face, “You always are trying to lighten the mood.”

“You’re always too serious,” you countered.

“We even each other out.”

“Yes, we do.”

You spent the next week in hospital, Leah would come every day to visit for a few hours while Amelia was in school. You had asked her not to bring your daughter to see you, you didn’t want her to see you in the state you were in. You and Leah were slowly amending things, you knew it would be a long journey for the two of you, but you were taking the proper steps there. You spent the time in the hospital talking any things through, it seemed like the first time in a while you both had a proper conversation about what was going on in your heads. Leah told you her fears and you expressed why you were so desperate to stay in.

It was a week after arriving at the London hospital when you were crutching your way into your home. Leah had opened your car door for you and was rushing around you to grab the front door as well, she truly was a miracle worker for you. You had gone home during schooltime which was best, it gave you a few hours to settle back in before Amelia returned home. Leah had told her about everything going on so that the young girl wasn’t startled to see you, but you knew she wouldn’t understand completely until she saw you, and frankly you and Leah didn’t yet know how she’d react to seeing you.

You laid on the couch for the next few hours your foot and new stump were laid on the couch next to you while Leah seemed to be running at one hundred miles a minute trying to make sure you had everything.

You looked over the back of the couch to Leah in the kitchen, “Would you come sit down Le? I’ve got everything I need I promise.”

She continued her rummaging through the cabinets, “I’m just trying to fix you a snack I don’t want you to worry about anything.”

“I’m not hungry and the only thing I’m worried about right now is your heart rate,” you could hear Leah laugh from the kitchen, “I’m serious, love, come sit with me and relax.”

You leaned up as the defender approached the couch, sliding into where your head used to be and then relaxing you to lay in her lap, “How are you feeling? Do you need ice?”

“The same as the last twenty times in the past half hour, I’m fine, Leah.”

She ran her fingers through your hair, “I just worry about you, this is a big change and I want to make everything go as smoothly as possible for you.”

You smiled, “I appreciate it, seriously, but I am as okay as I can be right now. You’re being perfect I promise.”

“Just think of it as me repaying you for taking care of me while I was pregnant.”

You scoffed, “Oh, I was not this insufferable when I was taking care of you.”

This sent Leah into a spiral of explaining everything you used to do for her that annoyed her. Her rant lasted many minutes as it seemed like she had been waiting to tell you this ever since. The blonde went on and on explaining everything you used to do and how you hovered which only got worse overtime.

A few minutes into her rant you noticed the time, “Oh shit, don’t you need to go pick up Amelia? When’s school end?”

“I’m not leaving, my mum is grabbing her for me.”

You leaned to sit up as Leah pressed a hand against your back to help you. You swung your leg around, so you were sat next to her, “She’s going to hate me again isn’t she.”

Leah grabbed your hand, “She won’t hate you, just like she didn’t the first time. I can’t promise it won’t take some adjusting, but I can tell you she’s taken the news of you coming home a lot better than last time. She’s older now, she understands everything a bit better.”

“I just can’t deal with her hating me again. It almost broke me the last time, seeing the look on her face every time I would walk into the room.”

She sighed, “I can’t say it’s going to be easy, and I bet it’ll be hard for her to see you like this, but it’ll be okay in the end.”

“She’s going to be scared to look at me, I mean look,” you motioned to your legs, one covered in cuts and bruises and the other missing.

The blonde rubbed circles on your hand, “It’ll be hard, but she’s a strong little girl. She’ll understand I don’t want you to worry. She’s been excited about you coming home, we’ve been talking about it.”

You raised an eyebrow, “She’s excited?”

Leah smiled, “Ever since I told her you were in the hospital, she’s been asking me about when you’d come home. She’s been waiting for this, so listen when I tell you she’ll be okay.”

Your conversation was interrupted by the front door opening, Leah squeezed your hand before jumping up. She walked towards the door to see a yelling blonde girl, “Mama!”

Leah caught her as she jumped into her arms, standing up and pressing a kiss to the side of her head, “I missed you sweetie, how was school?”

“It was good we colored and then I got to play football during break time!” you could hear the smile on the small girls face as she spoke, them not far enough into the house to see you.

You reached for your crutches and used them to slowly get yourself to your feet. You took one step on them when Leah heard the noise and whipped her head around, “Sit back down we’ll come to you.”

She had a stern look on her face, but you shook your head as you crutched towards her and the small girl, “I’m okay Le,” you saw your daughter’s head peak over her mother’s shoulder meeting your eyes, “Hi, baby girl.”

Leah gently placed her back on the ground before whispering to her, “Remember what we talked about, being gentle with Mummy.”

You had stopped a few meters behind your wife, as the small girl slowly walked over to you, “I missed you, lovie,” you smiled down at her.

“I missed you too, Mummy,” She hugged you, on the side of your good leg, and you saw Leah winced, about to talk, but you shook her head telling her it was okay.

“Should we move to the couch so I can give you a proper cuddle?” She nodded and followed close behind as you crutched to the couch.

You sat by the arm and Amelia quickly climbed up to cuddle into your side, you wrapped an arm around her pulling her closer to your side. Leah hovered nearby and moved to sit down on the chair nearby.

“How was your work trip, Mummy?”

You and Leah both let out a soft laugh, “It was good at the beginning, I was hanging out with my friends all day,” Leah sighed, knowing this wasn’t the truth, “But I know Mama told you I got hurt at the end. I can explain it to you when you’re a little older.”

“Mama said the doctors had to take your leg. Why would they do that? That’s mean.”

You sighed, “You know what a car wreck is, right baby?” the small girl nodded, “Well, me and my friends were in a bad one and it hurt my leg very badly. My left was so bad that I couldn’t keep it anymore, it would’ve made me worse.”

She looked at you confused, “But now you can’t walk anymore or play with me and Mama in the garden.”

Your heart broke hearing your daughter speak. Your whole life would change now, and it was really setting in on how it was going to change. You knew that there were prosthetics, but nothing would give you back what you had before. Even with the advancements no prosthetic would be the same as having a leg.

Leah could see the tears starting to form and your eyes and took over the conversation, “Well, some special doctors are going to give your Mummy a robot leg once her leg is healed a little more. So, in a few months she’ll be able to walk again and even play with us in the garden.”

Her eyes lit up as she sat up and looked to you, “Really?”

There was a small crack in your voice as you looked to her, “Yep, they’re going to give me one and it’ll help me walk again. It will take a while until I’m ready for it, and then after that it will take a little while to get used to wearing it.”

She seemed to take this answer, “Does that mean you’ll be part robot?”

You laughed and ran a hand through her blonde hair, “I guess it does, I’ll be part robot.”

She cuddled back into your side one arm wrapped around your waist. You leaned down to place a kiss against her hair and then looked over to see Leah watching you lovingly. You motioned for her to come over and she took a spot on the other side of your daughter wrapping her arm around the both of you.

This was everything you missed and thought about while you were away. Having both of your girls back with you. You spent so many nights missing them and rotting with guilt over losing the both of them, but now you were here with your life put back together and in the arms of both of your girls.

You would have to adjust to this new life of injury, but you knew with these two you would get through it. They would be your motivation, getting back to your best would be for them, and they would be by your side every step of the way.

#leah williamson #leah williamson x reader #leah williamson imagine #woso #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 5 months ago

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My Place or Yours? [Joel x f!reader]

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Ship: Joel Miller x you/f!reader

Tags/warnings: Reader doesn't like weddings, kissing.

Summary: You're being tortured at a wedding, but there is a man there who saves your evening.

Words: 1,550

A/N: This is written for the Summer Lovin' challenge by @pedgito, who also made the moodboard. I picked the theme 'wedding', which was a weird choice for me because I really hate weddings, but I got Joel to help me get through it. Enjoy!

”I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

Had those magic words only been the end of your misery, this day would have been easy-peasy. But no, you wouldn’t get off the hook that easily. It was only the beginning of an evening filled with awkward speeches, parental tears, and drunk best men giving dubious toasts.

You just don’t do weddings well. Anyone you ever talked to would tell you that it’s because you’ve been burned, because you’re single, ”once you find Mr Right you’ll start to plan your own wedding!”, et cetera, et cetera. Maybe that’s true, but with your disposition, it doesn’t seem likely that you’ll ever understand the point of paying hundreds of thousands of dollars for one single day during which both your parents get to watch you make out after a minister has sprinkled some magic words over the two of you. It’s just not in your nature. You never dreamed about a fairytale wedding when you were little, and you thought your friends would wise up when you got older, but no. As soon as the question was popped, they all reverted back to their childhood selves, and began planning as if for the event of the millennia.

You’ve been to three weddings these last few years, and it doesn’t get any easier. It’s embarrassing, lavish, awkward, and weird. And as always, you’re there without a partner, and must sit there with a fake smile plastered on your face, with no one to bitch to. At least you’re not the only single one at this wedding; that’s happened before, and even if you didn’t mind being single, you were definitely feeling blue when you got home that night.

At least dinner is good. This particular bride isn’t following any fad diets that she’s forcing on everybody, so you’re enjoying a really delicious three course meal. Still, what would a wedding dinner be without interruptions in the form of long, meandering speeches? You are forced to put down your cutlery one too many times, and by the time you’re finishing your delicious medium rare steak, it’s already cold. Chasing leftover sauce with a piece of bread, you nod encouragingly at the waiter asking you if you want more wine. You want to ask them to leave the bottle, but they probably wouldn’t find it funny.

Too tired to make polite conversation, you start to wait for the unofficial break between main course and dessert, when people get up to stretch their legs. It’s your opportunity to get away for a bit. You even have a modus operandi for it: you bum a cigarette from one of the smokers even though you’ve never smoked, go to the side, and pretend to smoke it for as long as you can. If the venue is nice, you then walk around and inspect it. This wedding offers a lot in that aspect: it’s a big house, almost a mansion, in the countryside, with a park and lots of smaller, old buildings on the premises. Perfect for hiding, and then you can just return back to the dining-hall late and blame getting lost.

When the break finally is announced, you let the smokers leave first. By the time they're greedily sucking on their cigarettes, you show up and ask for one. Cigarette in hand, and nod in agreement with the light conversation: yes, it was a beautiful ceremony, yes, the dinner is delicious, yes, the bride is so pretty and the groom so handsome. Eventually, you make a break for it, saying something about wanting to see the premises. So you walk away, flicking away the pillar of ash on your unsmoked cigarette.

The din of the house grows distant as you walk across the yard, shamelessly dropping the cigarette and crushing it with your foot before heading for the garden, quickly as if to escape the disgusting smoke. Once you reach the first, fragrant rose bushes, you start to relax. You find a bench and sink down on it with a relieved sigh. The light breeze smells of oleander, the birds are chirping, and it's pleasantly warm. Perfect.

You dig into your evening bag and check your phone. No messages, of course: most of your friends are at the wedding. Putting the phone away to instead enjoy the garden, you remain seated for a little longer than you know is considered polite. When you finally rise to go back, you notice someone approaching you. A man, around your age, a friend of the groom's, you think, but you've never talked to him.

"Hi," he calls out. "You okay?"

"Sure," you nod easily, "I just needed some air."

"A lot calmer here, isn't it?" He's standing in front of you now, all broad shoulders and narrow hips. Very handsome, but you're feeling defensive, and when your answer delays a little too long, he clears his throat.

"Sorry. Hi." He extends his right hand. "Joel. I'm a friend of Mark's."

You take his hand and give him your name. He doesn't let go immediately after shaking your hand.

"Nice to meet you." That smile. Goddammit, that's a charming smile. When his warm hand finally unclasps yours, you want to reach for it again.

"Can I help you, Joel?" you ask instead, trying to sound unperturbed.

"I saw you leave and wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Why wouldn't I be okay?"

He shrugs lightly, passing a hand over his hair. A curl bounces back to gently lick his forehead.

"You just looked like you weren't maybe having such a good time."

Well, shit. You thought you had been keeping a straight face, but clearly you had failed. Your gaze flickers, and you clear your throat.

“Don’t tell anyone, but I’m not good at weddings.”

He chuckles low, but not maliciously.

“It shows.”

“Yeah, well, it’s hard to keep a straight face for all these hours,” you snap, a little harsher than intended. Joel holds his hand to his chest.

“Didn’t mean to offend you.”

You shake your head. “Don’t worry. We better get back before they send out a search party.”

“Hey, lemme make it up to you. Can I have the first dance with you?”

Frowning, you eye him, expecting him to be joking. But his gaze is open and honest.

“Sure,” you eventually smile. “Find me when the dancing starts.”

And so it is that after dessert and another couple of meandering speeches, after the bride and groom have danced their first dance, Joel finds you in the crowd. He leads you to the dancefloor with a steady hand, and when he puts his arm around your waist, you don’t mind that his hand comes to a rest a little lower than expected. He keeps eye contact, but not in a creepy way as he makes small talk, asking you about your life more than he talks about his own. He seems genuinely interested in you, and that makes your head swim more than the alcohol.

When the music changes to something more energetic, you pull him to the side.

“Not my cup of tea,” you explain, and he nods, seemingly happy with being off the dancefloor as people begin to shake their asses.

“A drink?”

“Sure.”

He takes you to the bar and you both get drinks. The bride and her bridesmaids are cheering loudly on the dancefloor, and the noise is beginning to wear you down.

“Let’s go out?” you suggest to Joel, who nods.

There are some people scattered around the yard, but the garden is empty. The smell of roses is even stronger now when the hour is late, and you notice that you’re actually enjoying yourself. Joel is so easy to talk to, you’re comfortable in his company, and he makes you laugh.

“Hey,” you finally say. “Thanks for not being weird about me not liking weddings.”

“Why would I be weird about it?” He sounds genuinely surprised.

“Because everybody loves weddings, and I just can’t,” you shrug, but with a hint of desperation in your voice. “And if you don’t like them, then you’re just bitter and probably in need of the right person to have your own wedding with.”

He’s quiet for a moment, sips his drink.

“I know I can keep a secret,” he starts, his voice low, “but can you?”

“I can.”

“I don’t like weddings, either.”

You stare at him for a moment before slapping his arm.

“You could’ve told me earlier!”

He laughs. “I know, I know, I’m sorry!”

“Asshole!” you blurt out, but can’t say more, because Joel’s lips are on yours, and you drop your glass on the gravel where it shatters, splashing liquor over your feet. And you don’t give a single goddamn. Your hands come up to his shoulders, pulling him closer, and you kiss him back, tasting the whiskey on him, a peppery twang from the steak he had earlier, the bristles on his face scratching your skin.

When you finally have to step back to take a breather, he licks his lips and looks at you with heavy-lidded, dreamy eyes.

“Not too soon?”

“No,” you shake your head, “Just perfect.”

He grins. “How soon d’you think it would be polite to leave?”

“I don’t care, we’ve suffered enough. My place or yours?”

#joel miller #joel miller fanfic #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #my fic

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star-suh · 1 year ago

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Sloppy Problem

Lee Minhyuk x Male Reader

cw: top minhyuk, unprotected sex, idol au, minhyuk has his eyes closed and is something between relaxed and sleepy so a bit of somnophilia (i'm not sure abt it), implied multiple rounds, edging, bit of impregnation kink, breeding kink.

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y/n works as a masseuse in the happy ending spa, a place known because customers leave there satisfied. hearing this minhyuk decided to visit it, it was a busy time with promotions, photoshoots and other things to promote his new song so he deserved some time of rest.

"good morning sir, how can i help you?" asked y/n, one of the employees. "i came here because i heard this was a very good place with excellent services and i want to be relaxed for some time".

"oh i get it, so what type of massage do you want?" said y/n handing something like a menu in where all the types of massages and prices are.

minhyuk reading it started to suspect that there was some sexual acts involved in it, well after all the name of the spa is the happy ending… he haven't fuck in weeks either so it would be a good way to relax and release all that load tension. "this one" his finger pointing at the last one, a surprised reaction forming on y/n's face "woah. not everyone asks for this" mentioned the employee "over here please" he signals a room going there with minhyuk following him. "take of all your clothes please and here's a towel" y/n left the room for a while looking for the massage oil while minhyuk undressed.

"ok mr. minhyuk just relax" y/n started to do his work, applying the oil and massaging every muscle on minhyuk's god-like body, fuck he's so sexy, the bulging veins on his strong big arms, the perfect back muscles or that round plump ass that everyone want to smack. y/n was so eager to finally get to the that part of the massage. "please turn around" said y/n tapping minhyuk's shoulder and he did as he was asked, y/n's eyes widened at the majestic sight in front of him of big squishy but firm chest with suckable nipples, lickable abs and a huge bulge that even though his cock was still flaccid it looked big making y/n even more eager to have it all inside him.

slowly y/n stimulated minhyuk's nipples pinching and caressing them until they're hard, drawing some moans from the man's mouth, then y/n attacked one nipple with his mouth while touching the growing bulge under the towel. going down slowly leaving a trail of kisses on minhyuk's body finally reaching minhyuk's bulge and smelling it. the towel was no longer there and y/n was finally able to see minhyuk's beautiful body, he took the shaft in his hands and began to give it small kisses from the tip to the balls, licking the pre-cum that came out of there and then take it to his mouth gagging on it while minhyuk just moans from the immense pleasure he is feeling at that moment. he opens his eyes put his hands on top of y/n's head and push him down his cock making him deepthroat him, minhyuk was loving the gagging sounds "fuck! how much i missed this feeling" he groaned mouth-fucking the masseuse in the process.

"sir you're so big" said a teary y/n "i don't think i can take you all at once in my mouth" he said catching his breath, "don't worry. i know another hole you can use to take me" minhyuk does a turning sign with his finger and y/n do as he was told. he introduces his cock little by little making sure to not hurt y/n. minutes later the older man started moving, stretching y/n's tight hole drawing beautiful moans and whimpers out of y/n's mouth. minhyuk locked one his arms on y/n's neck and started to fuck him rough "gonna use you as a way to milk my heavy balls ok?" y/n just nodded unable to pronounce a word.

the sloppy sounds caused by the oil and y/n's wet hole can be heard from outside the massaging room but it's muffled by the moans coming from other rooms. "fucking hell… you're railing me into oblivion" squirmed y/n feeling that familiar sensation on his stomach "i'm gonna cum" he says… minhyuk was using y/n and throwing him around like he was a rag doll, a toy only for him to enjoy and feel the pleasure he hasn't feeling a long time ago, y/n's hole gapping and clenching on minhyuk's thick cock, he has been edging himself pulling out of y/n's hole everytime he feels he's gonna cum "get ready for my huge load boy" and after that he emptied his balls inside the boy's abused hole, jets of hot and thick sperm flooding y/n's insides and just when the masseuse thought he was finished, more and more sperm kept coming out, he indeed was having blue balls "sir… you came buckets inside me. i think you might impregnated me" spoke y/n with a notorious tired tone "then let's impregnate you more" minhyuk responded starting to move again inside y/n, churning all the cum inside of him with his thick meat.

"goodbye sir, see you soon, it was a pleasure meeting you and i'm glad that i could've helped you relax at least a little" they both shake hands with minhyuk sliding a paper towards y/n "the pleasure was mine pretty boy. mind you if you give me your number? i might call you for some private and more personal massages" he winked at him making y/n flustered "yeah sure" he wrote his number and slip the paper back to minhyuk "y/n hmm… pretty name" he waves a goodbye leaving a flushed y/n behind. a happy ending spa indeed.

#lee minhyuk x male reader #minhyuk x male reader #huta x male reader #minhyuk smut #lee minhyuk smut #huta smut #male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x male reader smut #smut #male reader smut #btob x male reader

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starbabyg · 1 month ago

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Cockwarming with Juraj or Arber? Or both🤭

Cockwarming for my two favorite Canadiens coming right up pookie bear

warnings; smut, duh. Cock warming

Juraj~

Cockwarming was honestly a staple for Slaf. It was something he just liked to do when the mood would arise. He’ll be busy on the computer with his English and French classes, frustrated that he can’t pronounce a certain word because his accent won’t allow it. His hand balled up in a fist, things come so easy to him, but this was just stumping him. He looks over at you, in your own little world as you read your magazine, laying on your tummy as your feet sway in the air, a small content smile on your face. You look so good right now, and honestly Juraj just needed you to make him feel good too.

“Hey pretty girl, why don’t you come over and keep me company while I do my work?” He smugly smiled as he patted his lap. You didn’t think twice about getting up, making your way over to him about to take a seat. Juraj stopped you before you could even turn to sit, “Aht aht, take those off. I want you to keep my cock warm.” Biting his lip, he watched as you shimmied out of your lounge shorts and panties, palming himself through his sweats before he pulled out his now hardening dick. I mean, how could he not when you looked so fucking cute obliging to what he tells you to with no contest. You were always so good for him. Without a second thought you straddled him, slowly sinking down on him with a soft moan. Juraj's hands make their way to your ass, pushing you down as far as you can go. He wants you to feel every single inch of him. As soon as you get nice and used to the stretch, you rest your head on his shoulder as Juraj recites French into your ear.

Arber~

Your sex life with Arber was, well, spicy. He was just too fucking good at fucking you, simple as that. It had got to the point where you were just oh so needy for him. It kind of made you a brat, so spoiled always getting it when you want. So Cock warming was a punishment.

"Pleeease baby?" You begged him. Arber had to finish signing some Canadiens memorabilia for a charity gala, and here you were, literally in front of him on your hands and knees begging him to be fucked.

"Y/N, what did I just tell you??" He asked, acting annoyed although he secretly thought it was cute how desperate you were for him.

"I know, but I just need you so bad right now," you pouted, your hands sneaking your way into his shorts. Even as he was acting like it was a nuisance, he let you pump his cock until it got hard enough.

"You need me that bad, huh? Knowing that I have to finish signing all of these by the end of the night? You're so impatient princess. I think I have to teach you a lesson in patience," he picked you up from your position, turning you around so you're bent over the desk. Roughly he pulls your pants and panties down and makes sure you're slick enough to push himself into you. Sitting back down in his chair, he pulls you down with him, the pressure making you squeal.

"You're going to sit here and keep me warm until I finish this. If you don't move and listen, I'll give you what you want. Move or try to ride me I'll yank you right off and you're going to bed unfucked. Got that princess?"

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guiltysungho · 5 months ago

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— blister

genre : tags. soft angst, reader is anxious/ has trust issues, fluff, blood mentioned, skin picking, domestic, maybe toxic

pairing. established bf!sungho x gn!reader

wordcount. 883

a/n. guiltysungho's first sungho work, it's cute sungho is so gentle and soft so mother like in the way he cares so i wanted to write smth with that vibe you know.

It was still on your mind, it had been two days now since it happened yet you couldn't stop your mind from reliving the argument. Prior to this, the only disagreements you would have with your boyfriend were futile about the differences in your personal tastes, but this was different.

For the past few weeks, the number of times you saw Sungho completely decreased, he hadn't brought up any reason for his sudden distancing, so you ended up thinking of all sorts of reasons for him leaving you.

And then you brought it up, by the look on his face you could tell he hadn't paid much mind to it, his response only reinforced that thought.

"What?" he smiled at the absurdity of your sentence, his eyebrows furrowed noticing the way your bottom lip curled between your teeth picking on the soft skin. His legs moved first making his way over to you, cupping your cheeks to bring your gaze up to his eyes so you could see that he meant it.

"Sweetie I'm right here I'm not going anywhere" reassuring words pronounced with a soft peck on your forehead as if to clear your mind of all the plaguing thoughts. Oh how you wish it helped.

For the next days he stayed over with you, so close, so careful, so attentive, it almost felt superficial. You couldn't help thinking he was doing all this just to get your mind off what ever had been keeping him away, maybe it was selfish of you to want to share his presence daily but if he says he loves you shouldn't you get that much.

You tried your best to stop your brain from multiplying the worst scenarios but then you'd look over to him and the fact that you couldn't tell what he was thinking when he'd give you a smile would just make it worse. A strong part of you hated that you even had space in your heart to doubt his sincerity, he had proven himself so many times, proven that he wasn't one of your exes, that he was someone you could blindly trust but a heart cannot work without the brain so there was still that glint of doubt.

A sting of pain from your hand brings your attention to your fingers which you had been toying with for the past hour, watching the blood slide down your finger you hadn't even noticed Sungho in front of you till he wrapped a tissue on your open wound holding onto the finger tightly in his hand before looking up at you, trying to force a smile but the worry in his eyes was blatant.

"Hold onto this, I'll get the kit" his voice is calm like a mother's, you watch in silence as he places your finger in your hand squeezing it tightly so you could apply the same pressure. He paces around the room for a second trying to remind himself where the kit was, you want to speak up but your throat is dry, you're just so tired of thinking.

After a few minutes he rushes back with a small red box in hand, kneeling on the floor before you. Every movement he makes is so delicate, he opens his hand for you to place yours in so he could treat you. Soft dabs of the alcohol infused cotton ball on your open wound sending shocks of pain through your hand, gentle thumb caresses on the back of your hand as you wince.

Watching him, all your worries seemed baseless, it was in his nature to care for you and even you knew that he would never purposefully hurt you, he wasn't someone who would just leave. He places the plaster carefully around your finger with a satisfied smile, a soft kiss on the pain and your eyes meet.

You didn't know where the tears were coming from but they just kept pouring down your cheeks, you hated that you couldn't trust him because of your past experiences, you had to be cautious even when there was nothing to be cautious of.

"Why? Does it still hurt?" he asks patting away your tears from your wet cheeks with a tissue, you shake your head sniffling along with your quiet sobs, "Do you want to talk about it?"

“I just love you… and I hate my brain”

"You can talk to me you know? If you're worried, if you're having doubts just let me know. I love you so I'll understand and I'll make it all okay." he tells you, his eyes don't leave yours for a second as he speaks with a subtle smile on his lips.

"I don't mind if you come over less, I just wish you told me" you look away, embarrassed by how needy you sounded but you meant it.

"I know. I should've. I had been away for too long I got wrapped in all the things I had to do, I'm sorry I made you worry" he gives you a sorry frown searching for your gaze, you turn back to him as he takes your hands locking your fingers together.

"Maybe... we could move in together?" a smile growing on your lips as you jokingly suggest the idea.

"Maybe we should."

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wandafiction · 10 months ago

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Drunk

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, very drunk reader, reader gets sick, mentions of blood.

You are sitting on one of the many empty stools at the not so empty bar nursing your third whiskey, or was it fourth? Maybe fifth? The party is in full swing, the birthday boy (Tony Stark) is currently giving a speech on stage. Something about how you only turn 48 once and that people should leave their many gifts for him on the stage. You scoff to yourself, sure you and Tony were friends, but you swear- sometimes - even you wonder why, when he is so far stuck up his own ass you're sure he can see the daylight coming from his mouth when he speaks. Because my god could that man speak.

So here you are sitting, drinking, on your own because your girlfriend is currently on a mission and you hate coming to this sort of things without her. Not because you were an antisocial, ball of anxiety…Okay maybe you are…. But you also didn’t know anyone here, not really, you weren’t an avenger like she was. You were just a regular barista at the local coffee shop that just so happened to be the one she would go to every morning for her morning shot of go go juice after going for a run. What you didn’t realise, not until she told you recently, was she only kept coming back to work up the courage to talk to you.

You smile to yourself just thinking about it.

You down the rest of your drink taking a look around all the party goers seeing only those she has introduced you to and those you see around the tower when you visit. You see Tony dancing with a drink in one hand swinging his top above his head with the other, cringing slightly at the sight of the drunk man. You spot Steve over on the couches talking to Sam and Bucky on the other couch, all three of them with a beer in hand as they seem lost in the conversation they are having. You smile when you see Bruce raise his drink at you in a small greeting from the other end of the bar, lifting yours in return before you watch him walk over to try and get Tony, who was now trying to rip his pants off as he stood on one of the many tables, away from people.

“Well what is such a thing like you doing here all on your lonesome?” You turn quickly at the unknown voice behind you squinting your eyes with scrunched brows as you try to see if you recognise the woman.

“Thing?” It’s now you realise that maybe those five whiskeys, or could it have been seven, were not such a good idea as you struggle to keep your focus on the blonde woman in front of you. Or women, not sure if you were seeing three of her or if there were three different people in front of you.

“Well I saw you enter with Tony Stark himself so I believe I am only right in thinking you must be an avenger, and one of your beauty must be a goddess.” At her words you snort, quickly using your hand to cover your nose and mouth waving the other one at her as your face turns bright red.

“Goddess?” The three women that you see now merge together, in your drunken state, finally able to see the blonde woman in front of you who has a small smirk on her lips.

“Well now I feel stupid. Are you not a goddess?” You shake your head quickly, not missing how when the woman takes a seat next to you she pulls the stool closer so her knees can rest against yours, but you try to angle your body away from hers not wanting to give her the wrong impression.

“I am most definitely not a goddess. Just plain old human being.” She gives you a small nod turning to grab the bartender's attention and ordering you both new drinks.

“Okay, well, I’m a normal human being too. You got a name?”

“Is Y/n. Y/n y/l/n.” You slur out at your hand grabs out for the new drink the bartender has put in front of you.

“Aren’t you going to ask mine?” You shake your head downing your drink as the one woman blurs into more than one again.

“Sure. What is your name blondie?”

“The names Jessica. But you can call me Jess.”

“Well thank you for the drink Jesssssssica.” You giggle as you over pronounce her name leaning back slightly on your stool, Jess seeing the opportunity to place her hand on your leg.

“Sorry, I didn't want you to fall backwards.” She answers when she sees you look down at her hand.

“Mhmm, thanks. Anyway, do you not have anyone around here you should be hanging out with?” Even in your drunken state you know what her aim is and you know it's definitely not something you want.

“No. I’m enjoying drinking with you.”

“Well this is my last one before I leave this place.”

“Can I join you? The party is kind of lame.”

“No, I am just gonna head to the sleeping chambers and try to sleep this off.” You try to pull her hand off your thigh but she is persistent and fights against it.

“Oh you’re no fun. I just wanted to spend the night with you, get to know that amazing body. Then maybe in the morning I can show you the best way to get rid of a hangover.”

“Sorry I am really not interested.” She scrunches her brows leaning closer to you with a pout on her lips.

“Come one, I know you want to.”

“I'm sorry I really don’t and I am in a relationship.” You think the woman rolls her eyes, and maybe you hear her scoff but you definitely don't miss the way her eyes bulge out of her head as she looks behind you, and you don’t miss the feeling of a pair of strong hands landing on your shoulders.

“I’m just going to…” She slowly removes herself from the stool leaving money to cover both of your drinks. “It was nice meeting you.”

With that she scurries off and you scrunch your brows, turning around to see who is behind you but the 8, maybe more drinks, have once and for all won the battle of making everything blurry and your words a slurred mess. The hands give your shoulders a small squeeze and your head turns left to right to look at either hand. They are dirty, maybe have some blood on them and when you look up at them their face is not much better.

You take in her beauty. The red hair, green eyes are all you are able to identify mixed with the dirt and the blood on her face. You can see a small look of worry, amusement and something else as her brows furrow as her eyes scan your face.

“I’m sorry. As I just told blondie I have a girlfriend.”

“Is that so?” You nod your head quickly, humming out a yes as the woman only giggles to herself.

“I think it is time for your bed, detka.” You pout, shaking your head quickly.

“But I want to stay up and see my girlfriend, she should be home soon.” The hands on your shoulders move to cup your face tilting your head to look up at her.

“You really don’t know who I am.” Her tone is amused as you push her hands off your face.

“I already told you I have a girlfriend. And she wouldn’t appr-apprec-apprecia….she wouldn’t like you flirting with me.” Once again the woman only laughs, and you scrunch your brows as it sounds vaguely familiar but can’t quite place it.

“How about this? I help get you to bed, and when you wake up I am sure your kind, loving and drop dead gorgeous girlfriend will be there when you wake up.” You take a moment to think about it, looking the woman up and down every second she becomes more familiar and if she is familiar then you’re sure you can trust her.

“Okay. Thank you. My girlfriend would kill me if she knew how drunk I was right now.”

“I’m not angry, in fact it is quite amusing, but I think we do need to get you in bed to rest.” You look up to the woman as she leads you down the hallway, seemingly knowing where Natasha’s room is.

“Hey, how did you know?” The woman turns to look at you with a raised brow as she opens the door and you stumble inside as she lets go of you for a moment to close the door.

You stumble into the room, cursing as you trip over your own feet and fall with your side hitting the bed and landing on the floor with a hmph. You bring your hand up to rub at your side, the other pulling at the covers on the bed to help you stand but it does nothing as the moment you yank the covers they move and you end up falling on the floor again.

“Fuck it. This is where I am sleeping I guess.” You mumble to yourself, reaching for the blanket that you know is on the bed somewhere behind you.

“Hey, let's get you off the floor my love.” You gasp as you look up to see your girlfriend in front of you moving her arms so they are under yours.

“Baby!” You squeal as you wrap your arms around her pushing yourself forwards causing Natasha to stumble backwards and land on the floor herself.

“Oh so now you recognize me?” You push yourself up slightly, your hands either side of her head so you can look down at her.

“What do you mean?” You tilt your head in question and Natasha raises a brow.

“You mean you don’t remember the past 10….okay nevermind.” She places her hands on your waist gently pushing you off her so she can stand up, your arms moving to hold her hips as you struggle to stand yourself. “Let's get you to bed.”

“Yes! Take me to bed lovergirl!” You jump, knowing Natasha will easily catch you, wrapping your legs around her waist and your arms around her neck as you litter her face with drunken and very sloppy kisses.

Natasha lets you continue smothering her face with kisses as she places you down on the edge of the bed, your body naturally falling backwards; dragging Natasha with you by your arms around her neck. Her hands move out to catch herself so she doesn’t land on top of you and instead hovering above you. You try to use your arms to pull her down more but pout when you realise she isn’t going to budge.

“You can’t be on top of me and not top me baby.” You pout more as your hands start playing with the baby hairs on her neck. “You know I can’t resist you when I see you from this angle.”

“Not tonight detka. Firstly, you are very drunk and in no way can give consent to anything. Secondly, I’m covered in blood and dirt. Thirdly, you are drunk.”

“Maybe you’re drunk silly because you already said that once.” You giggle as you boop her nose with one hand causing her to roll her eyes at your drunken state.

“Let's get you changed and in bed.” You hum as you close your eyes but only for a second as your brain registers what she said a few seconds ago.

“Wait, blood and dirt?” You push her off of you gently as you sit up, suddenly feeling completely sober in your worried state as your hands and eyes search her body and face for injury.

“It's not mine.” You don’t hear her as your hands grab hers, turning them over multiple times trying to figure out why there is so much blood, but she quickly removes her hands from yours cupping your face and tilting your head so you’re looking at her. “Hey, hey. It’s not mine, my love. It’s not mine.”

“Not yours.” Your voice trembles as you mumble the words back to her and Natahsa nods her head brushing some hair out of your face.

“It’s not mine.” She repeats softly back to you as you look back up to her about to say something but your body says otherwise.

Quickly you’re off the bed and running into the bathroom only just making it to the toilet as the contents of however many drinks you’ve had, surely it was 10. Or maybe 12.Your knuckles turn white with how hard you are holding the sides of the toilet, coughing as the vomiting subsides for the moment. You don’t dare move your head from where it rests on the top of the toilet seat, too afraid that any movement will cause your stomach to turn.

“Oh detka.” Natasha crouches down to your height holding a small cup of water towards you, as her other hand reaches to pull the flush. “Don’t drink too much too quickly otherwise you will make yourself sick, just rinse your mouth out for a moment.

You lazily nod your head, now feeling the room spin as you do so the feeling of sick raising again. You shut your eyes tightly, your hand that's holding the cup shaking slightly as your body tries to recover from already throwing up, and Natasha seems to take notice as she removes the cup from your hand placing it on the floor next to her. She moves closer to you, her hands going to your hair as she does it up in a messy bun as her eyes stay trained mostly to your face watching carefully for any changes in your appearance. Just as she finishes tying your hair your body lurches forward as another round of vomiting up alcohol begins.

You don’t know how long your head has been down the toilet for, or how long Natasha has simply stayed by your side but what you do know is your throat hurts and there are tears rolling down your face from throwing up. You did eventually stop, and you cleaned your teeth next to the toilet just in case. You lean against Natasha more as she wraps an arm around your shoulders pulling you against her as you both slowly move to lean against the wall of the bathroom.

“I’m sorry Tasha.” Nat is quick to silence you as she shakes her head, pressing a kiss to your temple as she uses her finger and thumb on your chin to turn your head.

“Do not apologise detka. You have nothing to apologise for.” Your bottom lip temples a little as Nat moves a hand to wipe at your tears, your head instinctively leaning into the touch.

“I do. You came back from a mission, and instead of sorting yourself out you’ve been stuck looking after me.”

“Hush.” She presses her finger against your lips, once and for all stopping you from talking, you knew she was serious by the look she was giving you and it made you shrink back a little bit. “I am not angry, or mad or maybe a little frustrated but that's more to do with the fact that that woman was flirting with you when you were clearly too drunk to even know what was going on. Now let's get you into bed, then I will sort myself out and join you.”

Natasha helped you off the cold bathroom floor leading you back to the bedroom and once again placing you on the bed, this time making sure she had a hold of your body so you didn’t fall backwards. Your eyes start to feel heavy, closing slowly as you feel Natasha start to undo the few buttons on your blouse before lifting it over your head and in the next moment removing your bra. She pushes your body slightly, giggling when you flop backwards so she can unbutton your pants and remove them with some struggle as they get stuck on around your ankles for a second.

The next moment your arms are being pulled and your body moves off the bed so you are sitting back up. You open your eyes with a goofy smile on your face as you see Natasha grabbing one of her shirts for you to wear. You lift your arms above your head earning a small chuckle and a kiss on the forehead from your girlfriend as she slides the top on you.

“Crawl into bed then baby I won’t be long.”

You were already nearly asleep, your body and mind exhausted from being drunk and then throwing it all back up, laying on your back because you felt to sick to lay any other way when you feel the bed dip and the covers move slightly. Natasha leves a small kiss on your cheek as she shuffles as close to you as possible without being on top of you knowing it would not help you right now. Her hand rests on your sternum, her finger drawing small shapes as she looks up at you from where her head rests just next to your shoulder.

“I love you, you big idiot.” You smile tiredly, peeking one eye open to look down at her.

“I love me too.” You giggle as she hits your chest gently rolling her eyes. “I’m joking, I love you too.”

“Good because next time you are dealing with a drunk me.” You smile closing your eyes again as you let your body completely relax again teetering on the edge of sleep, as Natasha’s hand continues to draw patterns on your chest.

“I would love to see a drunk Natasha.” Is the last thing you mumble before letting sleep consume you not hearing Natasha’s next words.

“I’m so gonna marry you one day you drunken fool.”

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months ago

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The Only One For Me || Part 1

PAIRING || College Student!Young!Tony Stark x College Student!Fem!Reader

WORDCOUNT || 7.5K

SUMMARY || You and Tony have been crushing on one another since the beginning of your time at college, but it’s not until he gets to kiss you during a kissing booth that he finally gathers the courage to ask you out on a date. Once he’s picked you up for said date, he can’t stop telling you how he feels about you, and and he also wants nothing more than to kiss you every chance he gets.

RATING || Mature (M)

TAGS || College AU. No powers AU. Young Tony Stark AU. Mutual pining. Idiots in love. Love confessions. Sexual tension.

A/N || This story has been brought to life by none other than my bestie and the most amazing human to be walking on the earth right now: @ccbsrmsf1. From working out the idea to listening to my endless thoughts and additions and proofreading to top it all of, I’m forever grateful for you and your support. Eu te amo 🤍

A/N 2.0 || This is written for @elixirfromthestars's writing challenge! The prompts used in this story are College AU - Saying I love you for the first time - I'm only doing it because you're cute - Could you hold my hand? - “Make me fantasize, 'bout you baby. And you smell so sweet, like fresh-picked daisies.”

EVENTS @anyfandomfluffbingo || Upperclass/Lowerclass

All graphics are made by @nicoline1998enilocin

Main Masterlist || Tony Stark Masterlist

It's a beautiful spring day in New York City as you walk from the dorm you share with your best friend and classmate, Natasha Romanoff, to the day's first lecture. You only have half a day of classes, so you will sit on a terrace somewhere this afternoon and spend some much-needed quality time together. Over the past three years, you and she have formed a strong bond unlike any other, and you're fortunate to call her your best friend, even if she spends more and more time with her boyfriend, Bruce, lately.

During those same three years, you have also developed a major crush on Bruce's best friend - the shy, sweet, and soft-spoken Tony Stark. Even though you both follow the same course to get an engineering degree, you're in different classes, meaning you don't get to see each other as often as you'd like. The first time you met Tony during freshman year is a moment you'll never forget, as it's been engraved in your memory as the best night of your life so far.

"C'mon, let's go dance!" Natasha yells over the loud music, and you agree after pouring yourself another drink in one of the red cups. While you're usually not much of a party-goer – instead, you'd much rather sit in your dorm and read – she managed to convince you to come along, and that's how you find yourself amidst a large crowd of college students as they're partying the night away.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the party, Bruce is trying to get Tony to loosen up a little, too. He's always very shy and introverted, but he wouldn't say no to his best friend for anything, which is how he found himself at this party, holding a cup with something he couldn't pronounce in it. It tastes fine, so he takes small sips and watches the crowd afar.

"Come on, we should go to the dancefloor! I heard Natasha is going to be here, and she will bring a friend," Bruce said, trying to convince his friend. At the thought of Bruce and Natasha seeing each other, he can almost feel his eyes roll back, as they've been running circles around each other for a while, but neither of them has done anything even though they're attracted to each other.

"Fine. But if you leave me alone and go somewhere with Natasha instead, I'm leaving," Tony grumbled. Bruce was just happy he got to see Natasha again, and to have his best friend tagging along is always a nice bonus. What Tony did not anticipate was seeing you. In his 19 years on the planet, he has never seen someone as naturally beautiful as you - very light make-up, simple jeans, a black tank top, and a smile that outshines even the brightest stars in the night sky. For Tony, it is love at first sight.

"Nat!" Bruce says as he approaches her with a significant smile, Tony following close behind. You also turn around at the mention of your friend's nickname, and even though your eyes first land on Bruce, you quickly cross gazes with someone who you've never seen before but whose handsome features and broad physique have your body on fire, even though you don't even know who it is.

"Nat, Y/N, I want you to meet my best friend, Tony." As he's being introduced, a red blush appears on his cheeks, and he raises his hand awkwardly as his way of greeting. As you look at the sight that unfolds in front of you, you can't help but smile as the dormant butterflies in your stomach slowly start to wake up - you haven't felt this way in a long time, but you're not complaining.

As the evening progresses, Natasha and Bruce are expectantly busier with each other than anyone else at the party. Still, you and Tony get along quite well, and the drinks keep flowing. While neither of you is drunk, the alcohol certainly helps you both to loosen up and now you're dancing together without a single care in the world. The way his hands feel on your body has your insides set on fire, and with every move against his body, you're starting to have more and more fun.

From that night on, whenever there's a party, you and Tony tend to gravitate towards each other, always ending up dancing. While the dancing is often very innocent, it can also turn to some of the hottest grindings, leaving you both breathless and wanting at the end of the night, though neither of you has ever managed to gather the courage to take things a step further.

As you walk through the halls on your way to the lecture, you're so engrossed in your conversation with Natasha that you fail to notice the wall of muscle in front of you, causing you to bump into it. However, before you can even think about what's going on, you feel strong arms catching you, and you're immediately looking up to see who saved you from even more embarrassment than you're already feeling.

"Steady there, Angel," Tony says softly, your insides melting like butter as he does with a flush on his cheeks. Of all the people you could have bumped into, it has to be the man you're harboring a major crush on. As you're steadying yourself, you're suddenly very aware of the closeness and how gentle his grip is on your arms, and your cheeks are heating up right along his.

"I-I'm sorry for bumping into you," you say shyly before grabbing your bag from the floor, already missing how his hands felt as they held onto you.

"Oh, uhm- it's okay," Tony says as his hand rubs the back of his neck, the redness of his cheeks intensifying as he looks at the floor. For once in his life, he wishes he would get over it already and tell you how he feels, but each time he even comes close to doing so, he changes his mind again, though the universe will have an entirely different plan for you soon.

When you've straightened yourself out, it's time to continue to class, and Natasha can't stop talking about what just happened - or, more specifically, what didn't happen not too long ago.

"You should have done something to thank him! You should have kissed him on the cheek!" she almost shrieks with excitement, and you give her a shove, letting her know you disagree with that statement. While you would love nothing more than to kiss him - even if it's 'just' on the cheek -you also know it's not something you would do in a million years.

"Girl, are you sure you aren't out of your mind? Because I'm starting to think I should maybe sign you up for some therapy," you say jokingly, and Natasha can't help but laugh at your comment.

"Well, I'd rather stay with you if that's okay. And I would miss Bruce too much if you put me into therapy," she says, and this time it's her turn to blush. The color of her cheeks is seriously rivaling the redness of her hair at the mention of her boyfriend, even though they've been together for almost two years now. You also long to have their love, and secretly, you're jealous each time you see how happy they are together.

"I'd be happy to have you stay, Nat. Life would be very boring without you," you tell her, and she nods in agreement as she walks into the lecture hall, picking a place somewhere in the middle with you. Meanwhile, as you get comfortable, Tony and Bruce also discuss what happened.

"Why didn't you do anything?! You should have offered to carry her bag and walk her to her class," Bruce tells his best friend as they wait in line for coffee. Their lecture doesn't start for another fifteen minutes.

"Dude, nobody does that anymore! And if they did, I'm sure she would have laughed at me if I'd even offered to do one of those things," Tony mumbles, but he couldn't have been further from the truth. You would have loved it if he had done it because it meant spending just a few more minutes together.

"I'd disagree with that, but that's a topic for another moment. Honestly, that girl is head over heels for you, and you've told me you feel the same, so why don't you do anything about it? It's dripping off you both, man!" he says, clapping his best friend on the shoulder to emphasize his point.

"I- I don't know. I guess I'm afraid she will reject me, and I've been through that too many times already. I'm tired of getting my heart ripped out and stepped on over and over again," Tony admits somberly, making Bruce's entire mood shift, too. Tony has never admitted this out loud, and while he does hope you will be different, he's also scared of taking the chance.

"Oh wow… It sucks that it happened, and I'm sorry you went through that. But from what Natasha has told me, I don't think Y/N is the type of person to do that to you," he says, and Tony smiles a little at mentioning your name. He wants it to be true so badly, and for the rest of the day, he will hold onto that hope as he thinks of ways to ask you out, even if it's for a coffee at the restaurant on Campus.

"So, how are we going to raise money for the dance?" you ask Natasha as you're enjoying a glass of red wine on the terrace of the café you two like to frequent on days like this. You have the rest of the day off, so there's plenty of time to enjoy the weather and plan how you are going to raise money for the dance later this year - your college always lets students raise money to be able to organize the dance.

"What about a kissing booth?" Natasha says in a tone that makes it seem like she's talking about the weather.

"Are you out of your mind?! Did you forget we're among the few girls in the engineering program? I am not going to be in that booth, Nat," you say with a shake of your head, though you also feel some butterflies at the thought of possibly getting to kiss Tony and finally finding out how soft his perfect, pink lips actually are.

"It's not as if you wouldn't want to kiss Tony," your best friend then says, and it immediately sets off a chain reaction of you stumbling in disbelief. At the same time, your cheeks give away something entirely different as their shade is starting to resemble the same color as the drink you're holding.

"Just- shut up, okay?" you mutter, making Natasha laugh heartily. After she agrees, you two come up with a few more ideas, but none of them are as good as the kissing booth, so after talking about it a bit more, you two eventually agree to bring the idea to the planning committee for the dance so they can approve it. Barely a week later, the two of you get the all-clear, and the news spreads like wildfire through the entire school.

"Tony, you're never going to believe what Nat just texted me," Bruce says with a broad smile as they stand in line at a coffee shop. You and Natasha are on the other side of the Campus, as your appointment with the planning committee just ended, so instead of waiting to tell the news, she decided to text her boyfriend immediately.

"The girls will organize a kissing booth to raise money for the dance! This is the perfect opportunity to make your dream of kissing her come true!" he says enthusiastically. Still, Tony's eyes widen at the thought; even though he has fantasized about the way you would taste and the soft sounds you'd make as he gently squeezes your hips while you're in his lap, your lips not leaving one another for even a single second, he didn't ever think those fantasies would possibly come true.

"But won't they kiss a lot of other guys, too? That way, it's not special," Tony says with a slight pout before moving forward in line.

"Well, you're right, but Nat and I are fabricating a little plan that ensures you will be first in line to kiss Y/N just like you want," Bruce says as he smiles at his phone, quickly replying to Natasha as Tony sighs softly. While he isn't too happy that he won't be the only guy to kiss you that day, he would still like to be the first, hoping it'll be a kiss never to forget.

Before Tony can answer, it's their turn to order their coffee, and when they're waiting for their coffee to be made, Bruce turns to his best friend with a smirk. "You need to relax, okay? We will ensure you're the first because you deserve it. You've been dreaming about her for so long; it's time we're helping you progress in your love life."

A few weeks later, it's finally time for the kissing booth. The news has spread like wildfire, and you can hear both students and teachers talking about it - though both for different reasons. The students are thrilled that this is happening; they're excited they get to kiss some of the most beautiful women in the entire college, and the teachers grumble about the fact that it had to happen during their classes, though they all agreed to it.

"How are you feeling?" Natasha asks as she puts the last few touches on your make-up so that it will accentuate your outfit beautifully. The weather outside is excellent, and you've opted to wear a sundress, making you look adorable as you get ready to be in the kissing booth. You, Natasha, and a few other girls are taking turns in the booth, each standing there for about 15 minutes over two hours, trying to raise as much money as you can for the dance.

First, it's your turn, and you're both excited and nervous about what will come. Knowing Tony will be the first person in line to have butterflies in your stomach go wild; you can already feel your body thrumming with excitement at seeing him again. You don't get to see him as often as you'd like, seeing your busy schedules and conflicting classes, but when you do, it's like an angel has come down from heaven, and you can't stop smiling for an entire day.

"Ready?" Natasha asks after putting some vanilla-flavored chapstick on your lips, and you hum in agreement. When you walk over, you're immediately met by the sight of the man you love, a five-dollar bill in his hand as he's nervously bouncing on his feet to see you, and he's not disappointed in the slightest. You picked the dress you're wearing especially for him, as it shows off your curves beautifully, and Tony has to try not to drop his jaw to the floor, though the color on his cheeks gives his thoughts away immediately.

As you walk to your side of the kissing booth, Tony wrings his hands together nervously, the bill lying on the counter between you both. It's been a long time since you have been this close, and in mere minutes, you two will be the closest you've ever been.

"H-hi, Angel," Tony says with a smile that you happily reciprocate as you greet him. As you notice the five-dollar bill, you grab his change, but he stops you before you can do it.

"I- uhm… I was hoping- if it's okay with you if I could uhm- maybegettwokisses?" he mumbles the last words so quickly that you're having difficulty understanding. Then, when it clicks after a few moments, the heat in your cheeks rivals his color.

"Yeah, that's- perfect," you tell him, and he can't stop smiling at the thought that he gets to kiss you twice. As you get ready, Tony brings his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks gently before rubbing his thumbs over the warm flesh and looking into your eyes for a moment, wanting to bask in the moment's glory. Then, as he leans in, you shut your eyes before you're met with the feeling of his lips on yours.

They're soft, pillowy, and perfect as he takes his time with the kiss. It's slow and sweet, and it sets your insides on fire as your arms encircle his neck, pulling him as close as possible with the counter in between you two. While you and Tony get lost in the feeling of one another, Bruce and Natasha secretly share glances of excitement, as they've been waiting for this moment for nearly 3.5 years.

The entire time, your heart beats like it's about to leap out of your chest, and the butterflies in your stomach fluttered wildly as you smiled into the kiss. As he pulls away, you feel a piece of your soul leaving with him, wanting nothing more than to kiss those lips again and get another taste of Tony Stark.

Tony pulls back with a smirk, and his hands slip away from your face, but he reaches for yours instead of letting them fall to his sides. "Could you hold my hand? I want to ensure I'm not dreaming when I kiss you again," Tony tells you with flushed cheeks, and you immediately nod without thinking about it for a second. As his fingers gently intertwine with yours, it feels nothing short of right, as if you two were meant to be together from birth.

As Tony leans in again, you're already smiling before he even gets to kiss you, making him smile before his lips capture yours again. This time, Natasha takes a few photos of the two of you, wanting you to remember this moment forever - even though it definitely won't be the last time you kiss him, you'll be thrilled to have a visual memory, too. After pulling away, you and Tony look at each other for a few more moments before he asks you something you could only have dreamt about.

"Go on a date with me, Angel, please." Your crush has a look in his eyes you can't quite describe, but it's luring you in as you nod in excitement, the butterflies once again going wild as your heart rate is still beating as if it's trying to make up for missed beats each time you saw him and fell more in love with him. Then, as you feel Tony's fingers slipping from yours, you're left with an empty feeling as you watch him walk away, a giddy smile and rosy cheeks making him look adorable.

The rest of your fifteen minutes fly by as you can only think about the special kisses you shared with Tony, and out of respect and love for him, you only kiss the other guys on the cheek, much to their dismay. Natasha has also decided to only kiss guys on the cheeks, seeing how she's been in a relationship with Bruce for the past few years, and the other girls got to choose what they were most comfortable with.

Once your time in the kissing booth was over, you realized that you had a lot more fun than you thought you would, and all in all, you raised nearly $350 to go to the organization of the dance.

"Natasha, can I ask you something about Y/N?" Tony asks as she's sitting on Bruce's bed, and she hums in answer before flipping the page of her book. He's been busy planning your date for a few days now, and the thought of you two kissing did not leave his mind for even a second.

"I- uhm, I want to surprise her with some flowers before our date tomorrow, but I'm not sure which ones she likes, so… yeah," he tells her, the notebook with all his plans open before him. Many ideas are crossed out, others have added small notes, and he wrote your initials in a little heart as well, which Natasha hasn't stopped teasing him about from the moment she saw it.

"Don't tell her I told you this, but she's obsessed with tulips. Ever since she was little, she has grown them in her parents' garden, and her parents always send her a bouquet on her birthday. While she loves all colors, she loves white tulips most of all," your best friend said without looking up from the pages before her. As Tony listens to the story, he immediately starts to smile at the thought of your face when you see that he bought your favorite flowers.

"Okay, thank you. And what do you think she'd prefer, a walk through the park or going to a coffee shop and getting some coffee?"

"First off, she doesn't drink coffee unless it's extremely sweet and iced, at which point you can't call it coffee anymore, but secondly, you would make her happiest by taking her to her favorite coffee shop, it's a small one in Brooklyn actually, but she rarely gets the chance to go there because of our busy school schedules. When we do get the chance to go there, she's often sitting in one of the booths by the window to look at the people walking by as she enjoys her 'coffee' or a hot chocolate."

The entire time, Tony is furiously taking notes so he can surprise you tomorrow. The two of you have been texting quite a lot from the moment you kissed, and even though you've been trying to figure out what he has planned for you, he's keeping it a surprise. But now that he has a fully formed plan, he can't wait to take you on a date you will remember for the rest of your lives.

The night before your date with Tony is mostly spent texting Tony, as you're growing increasingly excited each time you see his name on your phone. Every time your screen lights up, your face does, too, and the butterflies in your stomach are doing somersaults all at once. Then, as you're walking into your bedroom while reading the text he just sent, you suddenly remember you don't have an outfit planned yet.

As soon as you reply to his first message, you immediately ask him how you should dress for the date, as you're still completely in the dark about what he has planned. However, he's letting you know one detail - he's going to pick you up on his motorcycle so that you can dress accordingly. At the thought of being on his motorcycle, you're sure you need to grab some clean panties, as the ones you're wearing now are entirely ruined from the idea alone.

After he lets you know he's picking you up at 2 p.m., it's time for you to call it a night. You have one last lecture in the morning, for which you need some proper rest.

Tony >> Good night, my beautiful Angel. I can't wait to see you tomorrow 🌷

Angel >> Good night, Handsome! I'm looking forward to seeing what you have planned for me 😉

When you hit send, you bite your lip in excitement, trying to keep in the giggle that wants to escape because of your excitement. As you're getting ready to get some much-needed sleep, Tony is still wide awake and smiling at his phone as he's reading your message. He's possibly even more excited to see you tomorrow than you are to see him and what he has planned, and the fact that you called him Handsome has caused the butterflies in his stomach to go wild.

"What're you smiling at?" Bruce asks as he walks out of the shower, his dark curls still dripping from the water. He looks over at his best friend. Even though he knows he's smiling because of you, he can't help but ask because he enjoys seeing Tony like this.

"Oh, nothing," Tony says with a small smile before turning off his screen and putting down his phone with a sigh. He's been spending every last one of his waking minutes talking to you, but now that you've gone to sleep, he already misses you, which makes the wait until he gets to pick you up even longer. That night, you and Tony had a good rest, meaning you're well rested and ready for the next day and the much-anticipated date he had planned.

The following day, you're up bright and early for your lecture, which is over at noon, leaving enough time to return to your dorm and prepare for your date. Last night, you already laid out your outfit - a pair of light blue jeans, a white tank top, Natasha's dark red leather jacket that she let you borrow, and your high top Converse to finish the look - and now it's time to change into that and do your hair and make-up.

After a quick shower, you let your hair loose today, as it'll be the most convenient while wearing a helmet on the back of Tony's motorcycle. You can feel desire coursing through your veins as you think about sitting close to his body, the way his muscles are gonna feel under your fingertips, and how you'll be able to smell his cologne the entire time. Combined with the fact that you're gonna be able to feel his soft, pillowy lips on yours again is the cherry on top, because he admitted to wanting to kiss you again, and you couldn't agree more.

Your make-up is simple, as you opt for waterproof mascara and some eyeliner combined with vanilla chapstick, and then you're ready to go. You're done right on time because a few minutes before 2 p.m., you hear a knock on your door, and excitement flows through even a single inch of your body as you walk to the front door. Tony is waiting with a surprise in hand, wearing an all-black outfit that will set your insides on fire, too, as he looks devilishly handsome in his get-up, combined with sunglasses and his usual messy hair.

As the door swings open, you gasp softly as you're met with a sight you've gotten to love over the years, and that is a large bouquet of your favorite flowers: white tulips. That, and the man holding them. For a moment, you stand there nailed to the ground, unsure of what to do as your brain catches up with the moment, but when it does, you profusely apologize with burning cheeks before taking the flowers from his hands and inviting him into your dorm.

"These are beautiful, Tony, and they're my favorites too," you tell him with a broad smile, which works infectious as he smiles along with you. Natasha has given him some very helpful tips, and he has picked up on some things over the years, too, so he has gone above and beyond to make today perfect for you, as he wants it to be a day you will remember for the rest of your life.

"I'm happy you like them," he says as he watches you work with precision while arranging them into a vase and putting them on your desk when they're perfect. When you turn around, you're met with the sight of Tony holding out one of his hands, and you put yours in his without a second thought. He gently guides you to him, and when you're both almost touching, he leans in as you feel his breath ghosting past your ear.

"Can I kiss you, Angel? I've been dreaming of kissing you again ever since we shared our first kiss," he says softly, with goosebumps erupting all over your skin. Your hands immediately move to his waist as you nod, and before you can think about what's happening, you feel his lips on yours again, setting your entire body and soul on fire in the best way possible. His fingers gently dig into your sides as you two share this moment, and you wish it could last forever.

When you have to pull away to catch your breath, you're already missing him and how he tastes, but the red color on his cheeks makes up for it as he's flustered from the kiss you two shared. You're looking up at him to meet his gaze - there's still quite a significant height difference between you two - and when you do, you can feel your cheeks mimicking his as a smirk brightens his features.

It's finally time to go after that, and you interlace your fingers with his after heading out the door. You decided to bring a small bag that holds your phone, some cards, cash, and keys, which is all you'll need today, so while one hand is stuffed in the pocket of the jacket you're wearing, the other is being squeezed gently by the man who's taking you on a date.

The moment you step outside, you're met by the sun shining brightly on you both, making the weather perfect for a ride on his motorcycle, even though you don't know where the two of you will be going. However, before you can even think about putting on a helmet, Tony stands in front of you, your back gently pressing against his bike as he does.

"You have no idea what you do to me, my sweet, irresistible Angel. I'm- fuck, I'm addicted to you; I can't stay away for even a moment," Tony whispers as his fingers dig into your hips, his body pushing you against his bike as his lips place teasing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, a soft moan slipping from your lips as it does. Your hands cup his cheeks before pulling his face to meet yours, your lips crashing onto one another in a battle of tongues to find dominance. Soft groans fall from Tony's lips as he tries to hold himself back, though it's not as easy as he thought it would be, not when you - soft, sweet little you - are like putty under his touch.

"T-Tony," you whisper as his kisses trail down your neck again, and he groans again at the mention of his name. "We shouldn't do this, not here," you tell him, and he hums in agreement, though it's with a heavy heart - and tight pants - that he does. A few more soft pecks on your lips are all you get before he moves away from you again, and you try with all your might not to jump him right then and there.

"Ready?" Tony asks after he has fastened your helmet and you're comfortable on the back of his motorcycle. Your arms are wrapped tightly around him, and you let him know you're ready. When the large machine roars to life, goosebumps erupt all over your body. It's been a dream to ride together, and it feels amazing as you two soar through the streets of Manhattan on your way to your destination for the afternoon.

After talking to Natasha about your favorite café to drink coffee, he has called ahead to ensure they're open and to reserve one of the window booths so your date can be perfect. As it feels like you're flying, you quickly notice that you're leaving Manhattan and on your way to Brooklyn, where you have many unforgettable memories. Growing up there, you spent a lot of time exploring that part of New York, and suddenly, you had an idea of where you might be going.

It takes a little over an hour for you to reach your destination, and the moment you turn the corner to the café Tony is taking you to, you can't stop smiling. You squeeze him a bit in appreciation, making him smile in return. He also makes a mental note to thank Natasha for the idea, as he never would have thought to take you to a place like this. As you approach the café, Tony carefully rides his bike onto the sidewalk before stopping in front of the café and allowing you to get off first.

"How are you feeling, Angel?" Tony asks as his gaze roams over your body, trying to look for any discomfort, and he doesn't find any before taking off his helmet. When he does, you're met with his beautiful dark brown eyes, which you drown in every single time, and your heart rate immediately picks up as the butterflies in your stomach go wild, too.

"I'm good, thank you," you say as he unclips your helmet strap, and you lift it gently off your head before shaking out your hair. It's glowing beautifully as the sun's rays fall on it, illuminating it as you turn to put the helmet down for a moment, needing to unzip the leather jacket. While Tony ensures his motorcycle is off, he fastens the helmets to the handles so they won't get taken, and then he stretches out his hand, gesturing for you to grab it.

The moment you hear the little doorbell above the door ring, you're met with nostalgia, as this is the café you and your Dad used to go to when you were little. Everything is still the same - the decorations on the walls, the tablecloths decorating the tables, and the booths you always love to sit in, and people watch; even the woman behind the counter hasn't changed, other than the fact that she has aged significantly since your childhood.

"Oh, Y/N, my sweet, beautiful girl! I can't believe I finally get to see you again," the woman - who you know as Auntie June - says, and your face splits into a large grin while she walks around the counter. When you grew up, she always sneaked you an extra cookie when your Dad ordered them; even now, when you order her famous chocolate chip cookies, she always gives you an extra one.

"I'm so happy to see you, my dear - your Dad was here the other day, and he talked my ear off about how well you're doing in college and that you're going on a date with a sweet boy," she says proudly, and that's when both yours and Tony's cheeks heat up. While you have told your parents about going on a date with Tony, you didn't expect them to tell others about it, but at the same time, you're also proud to let people know you're on a date with none other than the amazing Tony Stark.

After sharing a few more bits of small talk, you and Tony finally get in your order with June: a hot chocolate with whipped cream, a black coffee for Tony, and two of June's chocolate chip cookies to enjoy as you sit in your favorite booth. While she's preparing the drinks, Tony leads you to the booth he called for, and you happily slip into the same side you always sit at. Still, the only difference is that you're now with the man of your dreams, making it an even more enjoyable experience than usual.

While you and Tony are enjoying the atmosphere while looking outside at the people walking by, as well as stealing glances from one another, June brings you the coffee, hot chocolate, and cookies, only this time she added two extra cookies, even though you didn't pay for them. You still thank her profusely as you smile, knowing that she approves of the man across from you if she does this.

"Angel, you have something- here, let me help you," Tony says as he spots a hot chocolate mustache. Instead of reaching over to remove it with his hand, he leans over the table and kisses you softly, setting your cheeks on fire as he does, your eyes slipping shut. A small sigh escapes when he pulls away, as you would have liked for the moment to last much longer.

"Why did you do that? I mean, I'm not complaining, but-"

"I'm only doing it because you're cute," he said with a wink, and that was enough to send the butterflies in your stomach into a flurry that has you putting your hands on them to calm them down a little bit. The smile on your face doesn't move an inch the entire time you spend there, feeding each other bits of June's amazing cookies and having some fantastic conversations. Just as the café is about to close, she suddenly heads over to the booth, letting you know that she sadly has to close for the night.

"Thank you so much for everything, June, and please, say hi to Christopher and my parents for me," you say, mentioning her husband, who has been running the café with her for the last forty-three years.

"I will, Y/N; he will be so happy to know you stopped by with this sweet boy. And your parents will be delighted to hear you stopped by as well," she says with a few pats on your arm, making you smile. She always makes you feel right at home, and you're already looking forward to seeing her or her husband the next time. You told Tony about an excellent little diner near the café where you can get some great food, so that's precisely where the two of you are headed, as neither of you wants to head back yet.

"How far is it?" Tony asks, and you tell him it's about fifteen minutes away before putting on the helmet and giving him the address so he can put it into his navigation system. During the entire drive, you're happily cuddled up to Tony, his hand occasionally resting on yours as you wait at a traffic light, with you smiling like crazy inside your helmet. While Tony follows the directions, you're enjoying the view from your old neighborhood, as it hasn't changed since you've grown up.

When you're at the diner, Tony turns off the motorcycle again before letting you step off first and then following to park it. The helmets are again quickly secured before your hand slips into his, warm against your palm. As you walk in, you're almost immediately greeted by a lovely young lady, bringing you to some available seating and some menus to look over for dinner. After ordering a beer and a glass of wine, you and Tony flip through the menu for a moment before deciding what to eat.

"Do you want me to recommend something to you?" you ask Tony, who nods as he looks up to meet your gaze.

"I think the burgers here are divine, but I most of all can recommend the bacon burger. It's very juicy and tastes perfect. The fries that go along with it are also a perfect addition," you tell him, and Tony can feel his stomach growling from your description. The woman who got your drink order is back, and after giving you both your drinks, she also takes your order of two bacon burgers before taking away the menu.

"How was it to grow up here? I'm sure it must be quite the difference from Manhattan," Tony asks. Even though he was also born and raised in New York, he's from a different part of town than you, and he has never visited Brooklyn before today.

"It was very nice. Even though I wasn't born here, I can't remember living anywhere other than right here. Everything here is so… homey, I think, is the best way to describe it. People are willing to do a lot more for each other, and if I may say so, it was quite nice not to grow up in the filthy rich part of town. I grew up learning how to do things myself, and I've been working from as early of an age as I was allowed," you tell Tony, who nods in understanding.

He's the opposite of you because, being born and growing up in Manhattan, his parents had so much money they sometimes didn't even know what to do with it. Everything was pretty much handed to him, though he was also determined to make something of himself in life instead of relying on his money, and he's still reaping the benefits of that today.

"But I want you to know I don't mind that you grew up rich. I know you're not like those rich snobs who think they're better than everyone else just because they have money. You work for what you want, and that's something I admire in you, Tony," you tell him as you're holding his hands, and he smiles as his cheeks turn a familiar shade of red.

"Thank you, Angel," he whispers before bringing your hands to his lips and kissing your knuckles softly, making you smile. It doesn't take long for the woman to get your burgers and top off your drinks, and you're thoroughly enjoying yourselves as you take bites of the burgers and enjoy the fries, too. Once that is finished, you two get a milkshake to share for dessert, and you've never laughed so hard at someone getting a brain freeze before.

"You shouldn't drink so fast, dummy!" you say between laughs. Even though Tony is still not happy about the brain freeze, he is very happy to see your beautiful smile. He can look at it for hours and never get tired of it.

"Sorry, my beautiful Angel, I just wanted to taste some too before you drank it all!" he says with a wink, and you make a faux-offended face in return. After smacking him playfully on the hand, you two continue to share the milkshake, the taste of it exploding on your tongue as you do. When the milkshake is finished, too, Tony goes to pay - and it should be noted you tried to pay for the two of you, too, but he did not want you to do that, instead wanting to pay for you because a princess never pays for her meals.

When you step outside, Tony grabs your hand before walking to his motorcycle again, but he doesn't move to grab the helmet. Instead, he grabs your hips and leans in for another kiss, which you happily reciprocate while your arms slip around his neck. The alcohol you two have in your systems helped loosen you both up a bit, and Tony certainly isn't one to shy away from some PDA.

His body presses against yours as your tongues mingle together, ultimately leaving you breathless before he pulls away and gently presses his forehead against yours.

"I want you to be mine, Y/N. You make me fantasize 'bout you, and you smell so sweet, like freshly picked daisies. Each time I'm around you, I get intoxicated by the love I feel for you, and I can never get enough of you, your smile, and your kisses. You live rent-free in my head, and I want - no, need you to be mine," he says as he looks into your eyes, where tears are brimming on your waterline.

"I want that too, Tony. I'm yours; I've always been yours," you tell him before capturing his lips again, a giggle escaping as he does. You've been waiting for this moment for years, and it is even better than you could ever have imagined. The universe has finally aligned so that your biggest dream - being Tony's girlfriend - has finally come true, and you couldn't be happier about it.

After the love confessions, you and Tony head back to Campus, where Natasha eagerly awaits you to come home and share every last detail of your date. After Tony has dropped you off at your dorm and kissed you goodbye in a way that still has your knees shaking with excitement, it's time to go in and update your best friend on everything.

"HOW WAS IT?!" Natasha exclaims excitedly as soon as you walk into the door, but you need a moment to gather your thoughts before going into that with her. Your back is pressed against the door as you smile widely, a sigh escaping your chest as you let it all sink in for a moment.

"Nat, it was AMAZING! I already knew Tony was a gentleman, but today he proved it, too. He started giving me my favorite flowers, and the entire time we were touching or kissing, it was... wow. But the best of all was when he asked me to be his girlfriend," you tell her, and a screech of excitement can be heard through the entire dorm room.

"I'm so happy for you, Detka! You fucking deserve a man like Tony, and he deserves someone as amazing as you, too. But tell me, how were his kisses?" she eagerly asked, and the rest of the night was spent sharing every last detail with your best friend. When you went to bed, you saw a very sweet text from your boyfriend, making you smile wide before going to sleep.

Tony >> Goodnight, my beautiful Angel. I can't wait to see you again, and I love you more than words can ever explain ❤️

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