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sturniluvr · 5 months ago

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Under the sea

Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: little swearing, possible spelling mistakes nothing other than that. LMK if I missed anything

summary: Matt Y/N Nick and Chris go on a beach trip together and Matt and Y/N go in the water together, which leads to a long awaited love confession.

requested?: yes/no

A/N: I know nothing about breathing underwater so don’t quote me on the whole ‘Matt breathing through his nose’ I have no clue okay😭😂lemme know if any of you wanna be added to my Sturniolo triplets taglist or general taglist 🫶🏻enjoy!🤍

❗️semi proof read❗️

Y/N woke up to her phone ringing, she looked at the caller ID ‘Nick🍯’ she quickly picked it up and she saw her best friend’s face illuminated her phone

“Hey babes, fancy a beach trip today?” Nick spoke as he moved around the house grabbing miscellaneous items seemingly packing a bag. She nodded immediately, never turning a trip to the beach.

“Sure, what time? Who’s going?” The Y/H/C girl asked, Nick finished packing the bag before responding.

“We’re leaving around 10, and we’re gonna grab some food from a cafe near the beach, it’s just me you Matt and Chris” she nods and gets out of her bed, opening her blinds and dropping her phone on the bed as she packed a bag, Nick still on FaceTime, all of a sudden, she heard Chris’ loud voice yelling down the phone to her.

“HI Y/N! GOOD MORNING” she chuckled at her other best friend.

“Hi Chris, how’d you sleep kid?” She asked as Chris stole nick’s phone to speak to the younger girl.

“I slept well, what about you?” He panned the camera to Matt who was just coming out of his room completely forgetting about the question he had just asked her.

“Aww look it’s your boyfriend Y/N/N” Chris smirks jokingly, knowing about her crush on his triplet and Matt’s reciprocated crush on her.

Matt blushes at what Chris said and sends Y/N a wave and a smile.

“Shut up Chris! Hi Y/N how are you?” He asked smiling, making his way into the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and Chris following him with the phone. She nods before responding.

“I’m good thanks Matt, how are you? Ooo! Can one of you make a coffee and bring it when you come to pick me up? You know you guys love me” She asks grinning knowing she wouldn’t have time to make a coffee herself. Matt chuckles grabbing out her travel cup she leaves at their house, immediately making a coffee for her after grabbing some water out the fridge for himself.

“Of course, sweetheart. Milk and 2 sugars?” Matt asks, causing Y/N to blush slightly at the use of the nickname that rolls off his tongue with ease after calling her it so often as if it was her second name to him.

“Yep! Thank you, Matthew” Chris suddenly runs away with a grin on his face as Nick chases him for his phone back.

“Chris! Give me my phone” Chris eventually gives in, passing Nick’s phone back to him.

“Sooo, what bikini are you planning to dazzle Matt in today you gorgeous woman?” Nick chuckles as he flops on his bed, waiting for the younger triplets to finish getting ready, also knowing of Matt’s crush on his best friend and her crush on Matt. She chuckles before replying.

“It’s between these two. 1 or 2 which one do you think he’d like?” She asks the first one being a white floral bikini and the second being a pale blue bikini with some little bows on.

“The second one DEFINITELY it’ll bring out your eyes really well, you’ll look stunning!” Nick grins, knowing it’s secretly Matt’s favourite bikini of hers having seen her in it before and Matt had a little problem in his swim shorts after seeing her in it for the first time. Nick chuckles to himself remembering having to help Matt somehow cover the tent in his shorts.

She nods and turns her camera off to quickly put the bikini on. After putting it on, she threw a floral sundress over the top just until they got to the beach. As soon as she turned her phone camera back on, she immediately heard Nick shout.

“Fit check girl! Show meeeee” she chuckles at him before propping her phone up and giving him a 360 of her outfit. Nick whistles hyping her up.

“You look amazing Y/N/N!” he yells.

He walks out of his bedroom and heads downstairs to where Matt and Chris are, Matt in his bathroom and Chris lounging on the couch on his phone.

“We’ll be leaving soon by the looks of it, Matt’s just brushing his teeth, he’s made your coffee for you” he holds her coffee mug up to the phone, she smiles and shouts a quick thanks down the phone hoping Matt would hear.

After Matt’s brushed his teeth and got shoes on, the triplets make their downstairs to the garage and pile into the car, Chris and Nick in the back knowing Y/N will want to sit in the front when they pick her up and Matt in the driver's seat. He starts the engine and they get on their way to pick the younger girl up

“Right, we’ve just left, we’ll see you soon” Nick says, the boys collectively saying a goodbye to her, she smiles and says bye to her boys before ending the call and doing last minute checks around her apartment like closing windows etc and grabbing her watermelon space camp lip balm off her bedside table and applied the lip balm to her lips before putting it in her bag along with everything else she needs for the beach.

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She hears a honk outside her apartment complex and on cue she gets a message from Matt.

Matt🐻: hey we’re outside kid x

Y/N🤍: Okie, on my way down now x

She makes her way down the stairs and out the doors of her apartment complex lobby, immediately spotting Matt’s black Kia parked outside and the boys inside waiting for her. She notices Nick is in his own world so she sneaks up to his window and bangs on it, scaring the shit out of him making the boys laugh.

“You bitch I just shit myself” nick laughs as she gets in the passenger seat of the car, buckling her belt up. She looks behind and gives him a sweet grin.

“Hi to you too Nicolas, hey Chris” she said giving the youngest triplet a quick fist bump.

“Hello Matthew” she smiles at the driver, he smiles back at her chucking at the use of his full name. She takes her coffee from the cup holder and takes a sip.

“Hello Y/N” he replies as he drives away from the apartment complex and towards the cafe they planned to go to before the beach.

Y/N put her phone on the aux cord and played their joint playlist that they all had a few songs each, and they all started singing along to the songs the car full of laughs as they drove.

The drive flies by and before they know it, they arrive at the cafe, Matt quickly pulls into a parking spot and they get out of the car and head inside and find an empty table in the corner to sit at and they all sit down, Y/N and Matt on one side of the table and Chris and Nick on the other side.

They each grab a menu from the little stand on the table and look through to see what to eat and drink. Matt looks at Y/N smiling at her concentration face, thinking it was the cutest thing ever.

“What you gonna order?” He asks the younger girl.

“I’m thinking of getting just a bacon baguette and maybe a peach ice tea. What about you?” She replies with a small smile on her face which the blue eyed boy quickly returns before answering her question.

“Probably just an omelette or something and some water or something” he chuckles.

The waiter comes over and asks for their orders. Once they’ve ordered the waiter heads off into the kitchen and the triplets engage in a conversation about an upcoming YouTube video idea and Y/N scrolls aimlessly through her TikTok for you page. She suddenly hears Chris call her name, she looks up acknowledging her best friends since 4th grade.

“Hmm? What’s up?” She asks as the boy's chuckle, realising she hadn’t heard them.

“We were just wondering if you wanted to be in our next video, we’re planning to do a period simulator and we need someone, preferably a woman whose experienced periods, to tell us how accurate it is. Would you be up for it?” Nick asks, looking across from him at the Y/E/C girl, she nods at him.

“Yeah, when do you plan on filming it?” Y/N asks looking between the 20 year olds.

“Preferably in the next few days, just let us know when your able to help us.” Chris speaks up, she nods at him.

“Okay, cool, just let me know when you’re filming it and I can come round and film with you” she agrees with a smile on her face, secretly excited to see Matt Nick and Chris do a period simulator and experience what she goes through monthly. The waiter brings over their drinks, peach ice teas for Y/N and Chris, a glass of water for Matt and a soda for Nick.

“I’ll be right back with your food guys” the waiter smiles and they all thank him as he walks away to grab their food from the kitchen.

Not too long after the waiter comes back with the food, laying the plates of food out on the table in front of who ordered what. The group thanked him and dug into their food.

“Everything good?” Y/N asked the older boys and they all collectively nod as the four continue to eat their food.

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After finishing their food and paying the bill, the group piled back into Matt’s car and continued the journey to the beach.

Once they arrived at the beach, Y/N and Nick grab their tote bags and put everything in them that they’ll need throughout the day. Matt looks around for a parking meter.

“Do you know how much it is?” Y/N asks him, pulling out her purse to get some change out to pay some money towards the parking, Matt gently swatted her hand.

“No need for that, put your purse away woman. It’s like $5.50 for 3 hours, I got it don’t worry.” He smiles appreciatively at her as he grabs some change and gets out the car heading towards the parking meter.

“Y/N, turn around” she heard Chris say and she turned around and immediately saw the camera pointing towards her, she lets out a chuckle and a wave.

“There’s your favourite person everyone” nick chuckles and I smile.

“Hi everyone, we’re having a nice little beach trip today” I explain to the vlog and Nick and Chris nod in confirmation as Matt comes back to the car and places the parking ticket on the dashboard so it’s visible from the windshield.

They all get out the car and Matt passes the car keys to Y/N to keep in her bag since he hasn't got a belt loop to hook them onto since he’s wearing swim shorts.

Once the group get down to the sand and find a spot to set up in, Nick lays the towels out for everyone and Y/N strips of her sundress, revealing her bikini, immediately catching Matt’s attention.

“Cute bikini Y/N/N!” Nick smirks knowing damn well the reason she had picked out that specific bikini, she smiles at him and thanks him.

Y/N pulls out her book from her bag and laid down on her towel that was laid out next to Matt’s. While she was focused on her reading, she didn’t notice Matt’s lingering gaze on her, admiring her body in the blue bikini that accentuated her curves perfectly and brought out the colour in her eyes.

On the other side of Matt, Chris and Nick were building a sandcastle, Nick collecting the sand and Chris was digging a moat to go around he castle.

Y/N chuckled as she noticed the youngest and oldest triplet playing in the sand and decided to record them for vlog content, Matt smiled and chuckled as he realised what she was doing.

“Nick and Chris are being children in the sand” Y/N laughs as she filmed them building and digging, she then went back to reading her book.

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A little while later, she feels a tap on her shoulder, she looks and sees Matt looking at her.

“Fancy a swim?” He asks with a small smile on his face which she immediately returned with a nod and a smile of her own. Y/N put her book down and placed it back in her bag so it was safe, she put her bag next to Nick’s so he could keep an eye on it for her while she was in the sea with Matt.

“Last one there’s a rotten egg!” Y/N yells with a big grin on her face, Matt laughs.

“Oh, you’re on!” The blue eyed boy replied as he and Y/N started racing down to the sea, he had just beat Y/N to it and fist pumps the air in victory, letting out a laugh.

“Yeah yeah, you won” Y/N chuckles and rolls her eyes playfully as she walks into the water. She takes a moment to admire the clear blue water shining as the sun hit it perfectly.

“It’s so pretty, isn’t it?” She says looking out at the water. Matt hums in agreement.

“Yeah, it’s beautiful.” He was looking at her and not the water with a soft smile on his face, loving how care free and happy she looked.

Y/N starts to walk in further, causing Matt to follow behind her as a natural protective instinct even though she can swim perfectly fine, he wanted to always make sure she was safe. Once the duo was deep enough in the water, Y/N grabs Matt’s hand and pulls him under.

She chuckles as she waves at him from under the water, he chuckles back and waves back at her.

An idea then comes to Matt’s mind, he thinks this would be a perfect way of confessing his feelings to her. He grabs her hand and pulls her closer to him. He takes a breath through his nose. He starts mouthing to her, knowing she’s pretty good at lip reading.

“Y/N there’s something I need to tell you” Matt mouths and waits for a moment for her to respond which she does with a nod, he continues to tell her.

“I love you” he mouths looking into her Y/E/C orbs. She freezes for a moment before swimming back to the surface, Matt following her.

“You love me?” She asked a smiling starting to grow on her face. He smiles shyly and nods.

“I love you too Matt, I have since high school.” Y/N chuckles, he lets out a sigh of relief and smiles widely at her before pulling her into his arms and cups her cheeks and Y/N wraps her arms around his neck.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks softly and she quickly nodded. He smiled as he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, she immediately reciprocated the kiss and they both start smiling into the kiss. They pull apart with wide smiles on both of their faces.

“I can finally tell you how good you look in that bikini, god damn sweetheart, you look amazing!” Matt worships her, his hands moving to grip her hips as he plants another chaste kiss to her lips, she blushed and smiled into the kiss.

“And I’ll never get tired of that now” Matt grinned as they pulled out of the kiss, causing Y/N to chuckle and nod in agreement. Matt suddenly heads back under water, and softly tugs Y/N’s arm as a signal to follow him which she does. Once they’re both underwater, he looks at her with a smile before mouthing, his arms wrapped back around her waist.

“Y/N L/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

She grins at the question and immediately nods her head, Y/N leans in and kisses Matt. After pulling out of the kiss they both head up to the surface.

Matt wipes the water out of his eyes before opening them. He looks at her and smiles.

“We should probably head back up to the two children god knows what they’re doing” Matt let’s put a laugh as she intertwines their fingers and leads her to the shore and she leads the way back to where their towels and belongings are, Matt shamelessly staring at her ass with a small smirk as she walks ahead of him.

when the couple get to where Nick and Chris are, Nick is now half asleep on his towel and Chris is still digging, she smiles at Matt and intertwines their fingers, immediately catching the gaze of Chris and his lips curve into a smile almost immediately.

“Nick! Nick! Look!” Chris yells shaking Nick awake and points to Y/N and Matt’s intertwined fingers. Nick immediately grins and shoots up to hug his brother and best friend.

“Ugh finally you guys!” He jokes and Y/N playfully slaps his arm and chuckles.

“Yeah yeah, how long do we have left on the ticket?” She asks out loud to any of the boys.

“I think about an hour darling” Matt replies, the pet name rolling easily off his tongue, she smiles and nods and she lays back down on her towel and pulls her book back out, the triplets chuckling at her and Matt lays on his towel next to her, pulling his towel a little closer to hers and she softly rests her head on his shoulder as she reads her book quietly to him. Matt doesn’t think he’s ever felt so content in his life, he’s now dating the love of his life, he’s surrounded by three of his favourite people and Y/N is laying in his arms reading softly to him.

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An hour later Y/N sits up to get ready to leave and she noticed Nick and Chris had buried themselves in the sand, Matt and Y/N let out a laugh and she takes a picture of the two. After they got out of the sand, they all start packing up their stuff and head back to the car and head home and they get showered and then settle down on the couch to watch a movie, they all ended up falling asleep on the couch.

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y/user: beach day with my boys🤍☀️ (Sturniolo triplets vlog coming soon :) )

tagged: matthew.sturniolo, nicolassturniolo, christophersturniolo

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nicolassturniolo: had a great day with all of you🫶🏻

liked by creator❤️

y/user: thanks for the invite bae😘

liked by: nicolassturniolo

nicolassturniolo: damn we all look good❗️

liked by creator❤️

matthew.sturniolo: the best day with the best people❤️

liked by: y/user, nicolassturniolo, christophersturniolo

y/user: my favourite company❤️

liked by: matthew.sturniolo

user: they’re all so fineeee😩🫠

christophersturniolo: best day, now take care of that sun burn you lobster😭😭

liked by: y/user, matthew.sturniolo, nicolassturniolo

y/user: yes father🙄😘

madisonbeer: need to plan a girls day when I’m in LA

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y/user: absolutely babes🤍

user: Matt and Y/N in the towel together🥹🥹they better get together soon

liked by: y/user, matthew.sturniolo

user: THEY LIKED????

user: you two tryna tell us something👀

user: my otp fr

matthew.sturniolo: 👀👀

user: Nick and Chris buried in the sand😭😭

nathandoe8: who knew my boys could play soccer👀

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y/user: *our boys* Nathan, not yours mister😂😭

user: Y/N taking pics of the sunset is so real😌

user: the way I know who’s who in the photo by the sand faces😭

madifilipowicz: prettiest girl🤍(suppose the boys are alright too🙄👀)

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y/user: wish you could’ve joined us babe, had to parent them all on my own today😭😂

🏷️: @imwetforyourmom @mattscoquette

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inkdrinkerworld · 1 year ago

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Causal dom remus gives me vibes taht we would fix you outfit throughout the day. Like pull you skirt to sit right

Another thing is if you have a short dress and when you sit on a public chair he puts his jacket on the sit so no touching the dirty chair.

Omg the second one!!

Your dress is stunning, a gorgeous short floral number that hits mid thigh and is a little out there for the autumn chill in the air but you look stunning.

Remus is equally dressed up, a fancy dress pants, smart shoes and a crisp black shirt and his jacket- that’s been draped over your shoulders as you walk along the street.

You’d both gone out for date night, a bi-monthly event so there isn’t too much pressure on getting one in every month.

Remus had decided to splurge this month, a fancy dinner, a walk along the Thames and then he wanted to end it off by you both stopping by the cafe where you’d both met.

“Cmon dovey, s’just down here.” He says it like you don’t remember the place you met the love of your life.

It’s still a little light out, golden hour not yet near, but the sky still looked as gorgeous as ever.

“Stay out here and I’ll get us the usual?” Remus murmurs, taking his jacket from your shoulders and draping it on the bench right on the side of the building.

You nod, letting Remus hold your hand and guide you to sitting on his blazer. “Won’t it get ruined?” You ask just before you sit and Remus rolls his eyes.

“Better it than your dress,” he kisses your forehead, “Now sit, I’m going to order our coffees.”

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lagataprrr · 3 months ago

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Blame it on the Club's Playlist| Chapter 3 No Hands

S. Gojo x plus!size fem reader

Warnings: slight dry humping, heavy makeout session, Gojo being completely obsessed with reader, readers insecurities maybe getting the best of her AGAIN

Blame it on the Club's Playlist | Masterlist

Credits to @super-marvel-dc for the gojo divider!!! They have more on their profile🥹

a/n: I did not edit this so im sorry beforehand for any grammatical errors. I hope yall enjoy this one!!! I wanted to delve more into like how self conscious one can feel when it comes to intimacy and I think I did it a lot on personal experiences. I love yall and you are all so beautiful!!!!! also if you'd like to be added to the taglist please let me know <333333

Also!! Should I name readers two friends??? Give me suggestions in the comments!!

should I make an actual playlist for this series?

Enjoy reading <3

"Please do not forget that I expect your drafts of the introduction and methods section of your study, and please for the love of God. Write your own work." The professor lets out a breath. "I am so tired of having to send half of my class to the honor council because they can't write their own paper. Make smart choices." As soon as she turns around to leave, everyone starts packing their stuff.

You quickly type in your project to your reminder app on your laptop before closing it. Slinging your bag over your shoulder and stepping out of the classroom you're met with one of your friends.

"Well there's my favorite friend, ever." She says, a sly grin on her face and you furrow your eyebrows.

"What is it?"

"I was just wondering if you texted the hottie you so sneakily went and did." You shake your head with a laugh as you both walked out of the science building. The slight chilly air on campus making you cross your arms over your chest.

"No, I have not."

And somehow, because the universe felt like exposing you. Your text ringtone chimed, twice. Your friend raising an eyebrow at you, and another chime making it a third message.

"Uh huh. Has he texted you by chance?" You roll your eyes, and pull your phone out of your pocket. Hottie with the body sent 3 new messages. "That's an interesting contact name."

"It was how he saved himself." You say quickly unlocking your phone and moving it away from your friends prying eyes.

Hottie with the body

how was your statistics class?

wait are u taking that class with Professor ibrahimbegovic?

she's so mean

You are quick to type in your responses, your friend watching with a curious look.

You:

It was alright, gotta finish up my draft for my study lol

and yesss

im guessing you've taken her class

"So did he text first or did you?"

"He did, but it's just talking about classes." You say, locking your phone and glancing at her. "What's with that face?"

"He's into you, babe"

You look away and scowl. "Not this again."

"Y/N, you have got to stop thinking that no guys can show you genuine interest because of your looks." She says earnestly, linking her arms with yours. "You're gorgeous, smart, and know how to throw that ass back like a Goddess."

"Oh my god." You let out a laugh.

"It's true!" Both of you reach the cafe and the bell chimes, "Go ahead and get a table I'll order our drinks." You nod and find a table near the window. Setting down your stuff and unlocking your phone again, this time scrolling through social media. You could hear the bell of the door chime again but you payed it no mind.

Your phone chimed again and you opened the message.

Hottie with the body

you look cute

Your head immediately looks up and you're met with Satoru standing at the entrance, his dark haired friend standing next to him. He shoots you a smile and heads your way. You don't miss the way your heart skips a beat as he makes his way towards.

"Hi." You greet, feeling your nerves pick up.

"Hey, fancy seeing you here."

"Oh yeah, totally not because everyone likes to come here after being grilled by hard professors." You joke and he chuckles.

"Oi, same thing as always?" His friend asks and Satoru nods. "Oh, you must be Y/N." His friend knowing your name catches you off guard.

He's talked about you? How cute!

More like embarrassing. Your mind battles with your thought.

You nervously laugh and nod. "I am. Yeah, t-that's me."

"I'm Suguru Geto, it's nice to meet you."

"Likewise." And he nods, heading to the line to the cash register.

"So, what's your study about?" Satoru questions as he takes the seat next to you. You catch a whiff of his cologne and fuck did he smell good. Your eyes went from his face and down to the rest of him, the black compression shirt he was wearing accentuated his form, and holy shit, were those abs?

He's way out of your league.

"Uh... well it's about the desensitization in peoples reactions to certain news headlines." Your eyes were still on him, going down to the grey sweatpants he wore, until you finally looked back up to his eyes. A smirk on his lips, clearly amused at your unashamed gaze.

"That's actually really interesting. For our class we had to do it about students anxiety levels between online and in person classes." You nod as he continued to explain, your eyes on his lips now.

Snap out of it you idiot, he's talking to you. Your mind practically yelled at you.

"Okay! One medium Y/F/D and a cheese danish." Your friend says, setting down your drink and treat as she takes the seat across from you. "Oh! Hello! You must be Satoru." She greets and you widened your eyes at her.

Satoru glances at you with his smirk again before nodding at her, introducing himself and making small talk.

Please swallow me Mother Earth.

"Oh! Y/N did you invite him to go out with us tomorrow?"

You tilted your head in confusion at this. "Tomorrow?" You did not have any plans tomorrow.

"Yeah, remember, we're supposed to go to the club again tomorrow." She says with a sly smirk. "We're trying to get this one to go out at least every Friday! She's a scholar but she needs to make memories."

"Sounds fun, you going?"

"No."

"Yes." Your friend and you say at the same time. You glare at her and she wiggles her eyebrows. "She is."

Satoru nods, but his eyes were on you the entire time. "I can meet you there, if you want." He's almost begging with the tone he used, his eyes on yours before glancing down at your lips, as you gnawed on that delicious lip he was literally aching to kiss again.

You felt heat creep up your neck, unsure. "She'd love it, in fact. Y/N since I'm picking up Y/F/N, you can ride with Gojo and meet us there!" She suggests, and Satoru nods in agreement.

Gojo? Who the hell is Gojo?

"I don't mind picking you up, if you're okay with it."

Gojo is his last name. Keep up.

"Sure." You respond almost unsure at your own response.

"Great. Then we'll see you tomorrow!"

And that is how you currently find yourself running around your apartment trying to make sure everything was perfect. You weren't expecting Satoru to come inside, but if it does happen, then at least everything would at least be decent. This time you were wearing a black romper dress, with matching black heels.

As you went back and forth in your apartment, your cat followed you, curious as to what could you possibly be doing. In the middle of your stress your phone chimed, and you let out a groan. Going to your room to grab it from the nightstand.

Satoru :):

I'm here.

but take your time, no rush at all

I know you're getting all prettied up

You felt heat creeping on your cheeks as you shake your head.

You:

I'm done, let me grab my ID and I'll come down

Satoru :):

sounds good, pretty

also

still can't believe you changed my contact name :(((((

You:

im sorryyyy

it was distracting

You made sure to lock your door and headed down, stepping onto the sidewalk looking for his blue BMW until you furrowed your brows. Looking down at your phone and starting to text him to ask if he was sure he put down the right address, until you heard a wolf whistle. Looking up to see a black Mercedes G-Wagon, the one that came out this year, at that. Satoru gets out of the car and gives you a boyish grin.

"Never fail to leave me breathless, pretty." You give him a wide smile, thanking him as your eyes raked over him. The white crewneck and black jeans doing wonders for him, along with his baby blue nike dunks. A pair of glasses sat on his nose and holy shit, did he smell good.

"You look good too." You reply, and he grins. Opening the passenger door for you and holding out his hand. You thank him as you take it and get in the car, unbeknownst to you Satoru glanced the light blue color that flashed from under your dress and he felt heat all over his neck. Closing the door and jogging back to the drivers side, he starts heading out in the direction of the club.

Your eyes glanced around the interior of the car, the smell of expensive leather making you wonder just how much does this cost. "How many cars do you own?" You ask absentmindedly, and then you slap a hand to your mouth. "Sorry, didn't mean it like that."

Satoru laughs, "It's okay. I don't mind." Giving you a reassuring smile. "I have two of them here, my other cars are in my house in Shibuya."

"Other cars?" You ask incredulously. "We are in different tax brackets I see." You joke and he lets out a laugh, a smile on your face at the sound.

You both continue talking throughout the ride until you reach the club valet, only to furrow your brows as it seems the security guards were waving people off. Satoru was quick to roll down your window.

"Oh, Mr. Gojo, unfortunately sir we have a couple of pipes that burst in the restrooms so we're closed until they get fixed."

"Okay, thanks man."

"Mr. Gojo?" You tease as he rolls up your window.

"He's just being nice."

"Mhmm." You say as you text your friends group chat.

The Three Muske(hoes)teers

You:

club is closed

Musketeer #1:

what??

so I got ready for NOTHING?

Musketeer #2:

bruh

im not even ready yet

but damn

Musketeer #1:

this was a sign for me to work on my backup assignments

Musketeer #2:

^same

we can go out next Friday

Musketeer #1:

Are u still with Gojo?

"Do you want to go eat something?" You glance up to see Satoru already looking through his phone.

"Are you hungry?"

He tilts his head at you with a smile. "I asked first."

"I am, are you?"

"I am." He nods and quickly puts in an address not the screen of the car. "I'll take you to this place that's nearby."

You nod and go back to your phone.

Musketeer #2:

she def is

she's probably not answering bc she's busy

sucking dick

Musketeer #1:

throat goat fr

Musketeer #2:

Hawk TUah

You:

ENOUGH

You lock your phone and glance out the window, heat on your cheeks and Satoru raises a brow at this. Though it's soon forgotten when you see the expensive restaurant that he's pulling into.

"Tapas Molecular Bar? Satoru..." You say as he puts the car in park. "This is expensive."

"I know." He says as he kills the engine, getting out of the car and heading to your side. Opening the door for you only for you to stay seated. His eyes meet yours and he gives you a smile. "I'm inviting."

"No, that's too much. I mean we barely know each other, and I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage of this-"

"Y/N, I don't think that of you. I just want to spoil you with some good food. I would've preferred this to be a date, but, I don't think you want that. So I'm inviting you to eat."

You gulp nervously at his confession and maybe just maybe... "Do you want it to be a date?"

"I'd love it if it was. But I respect your wishes."

Carefully stepping out of the car and watching him close the door, you let out a shaky breath. "Okay... it's a friends date then. As friends!" You clarify and It was like an instant light switch, the way Satoru beamed at this. A wide smile showing his perfect pearly white teeth, eyes crinkling because of how wide he was smiling. "But! Just this one time... okay?"

"Great! Now stop over thinking, this is a friends date and I'm treating you to the best food." You laugh as he practically bounces as he walks, and you link your arm around his. Just to make sure he doesn't actually float away with the way he was acting.

The double doors were opened and the restaurant could not look any fancier, it made you feel so out of place.

Satoru was quick to let the host know he needs a table for two, and you were both escorted to a windows seat on the second level. With a beautiful look out to the city, making you grin. Opening the camera app and quickly snapping a picture of the view and sending it to your friends.

Satoru was so ecstatic as he pulled out the chair for you and pushed you in, rambling on and on about how you'll love the food.

You felt nervous, your hands felt sweaty and could almost feel your entire body jitter. You cleared your throat a couple of times, trying to calm down.

"Good evening, what can I get for you tonight?" The server sent you a polite smile, before her eyes landed on Satoru. Interest shining in her eyes as her whole demeanor changed into that as someone interested.

"I'd like a coke." Satoru answers as his eyes skim the menu.

"I'll just have a water."

"Great, I'll be right back with your water." The servers eyes never once lifted off the white haired man sitting in front of you.

As soon as your gaze landed on the prices of the menu you felt like throwing up on the spot.

All those zeroes are supposed to be there?! You mentally screamed.

"Stop thinking so hard on the price, and find something you want to eat." Satoru says, a soft smile on his lips as his eyes meet your own.

It gave you the chance to really study his eyes, the striking blue that genuinely exuded the gentle calmness of a lake. The rest of his features complemented him so well, from his pretty pink lips to the sharp jawline. His hair that stuck out makes him look so handsome, it made butterflies erupt in your stomach.

"It's thirteen courses?"

"Yup, and they're all so good."

"I think I read this menu and gained at least ten pounds." You joke, but Satoru didn't laugh.

"That's not true." He pouts, and tilts his head at you. "You seem to make a lot of comments about yourself negatively."

"It's a coping mechanism."

That's what you've told yourself your whole life.

"Stop that." You furrow your brows. "You're beautiful, no need for all of that."

As you were about to respond a glass of water was placed in front of you. Satoru sent you a wink and turned to the server, "We'll have the set menu with the five premium wine flight."

You read the menu to see what he was ordering and you choke on your spit. "Satoru-" He's ripping the menu from your hands and handing it to the server, shooing her away.

"Get ready to try the best food ever."

♡

Three and a half hours later you're sat in Satoru's car in a fit of giggles at one of his antics. The wine in your system making you feel more comfortable in your skin, as he drove you home.

"So, this friend date, how would you rate it?"

You thought for a second, raising a brow. "I'd say a 9/10."

Satoru dramatically gasps, as he parks in front of your apartment complex. "What took away that one point?"

"That's for me to know." You teased, unbuckling your seatbelt. You glanced at the apartment complex and back at Satoru. Chewing on your lower lip, and inhaling softly. "Thank you for tonight, Satoru. I had a lot of fun."

"So I take it, you enjoyed the friends date?"

You nodded with a smile, opening the car door and stepping out. "Do you..." You trailed off, a nervous tingle running up your spine as you glance back at the entrance of the complex to avoid his eyes. And that ridiculous boyish grin. "Maybe want to come in?"

He has a little pep in his step as he follows you up the complex and to your apartment. Praying to God that you left it as decent as possible. As soon as your front door opens your met with your cats excited meows as a greeting.

"Oh, who's this?" Satoru asks, bednign down to run his fingers over his soft fur.

"This is Luxio."

"Luxio? Like Pokemon Luxio?" He asks as he glanced up at you with a raised brow in curiosity. Your entire face heats up in embarrassment as you cringe, but nod nonetheless. "That's the most perfect name for him."

Your cat meows at this, purring loudly as he leans onto Satoru's hand, almost like agreeing with his statement.

"Well, anyways, welcome to my home." Your cat glances up, sort of narrowing his eyes at you and meows. "Oh, I'm sorry, welcome to mine and Luxio's home."

"Thank you for welcoming me." Satoru responds, scratching Luxio behind his ear.

Your phone chimes and you unlock it to see the dozens of messages from your friends.

The Three Muske(hoes)teers

Musketeer #1:

Im so mad the club is closed.

I wanted to shake some ass

Musketeer #2:

they posted their playlist! ive been listening to it while doing hw

lmao

https.clubinfinity.com/playlist

Musketeer #1:

LIFESAVER

"Oh hey! One of my friends just sent me the link to the playlist they were going to play tonight in the club." You say as you head over to the small stereo set next to the tv in your living room, turning it on and connecting your phone. "Do you want to drink something?"

"What you got?" Satoru still engrossed with your cat.

"Pretty sure there's a tequila bottle under my sink."

After fighting with your bluetooth connection for around four minutes, the stereo finally pinged and the robotic voice of 'the bluetooth device has been connected' you mentally cheered. Pressing play on the song that began to blast through the speakers.

Listen to this track, bitch

"Finally!" And Satoru laughs behind you, already heading your way with two shot cups he found next to the tequila bottle. Handing you one and pouring your shot along with his.

"Pretty sure me and Suguru got drunk for the first time with this song." He says and you giggle, putting down your phone.

He clinks his glass with yours, "cheers." Both of you throwing your heads back as you swallowed the burning liquor.

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance DJ turn me up, ladies, this yo' jam (come on) I'ma sip Moscato and you 'gon lose them pants

Luxio took his place in his cat tower near the window of the living room as you and Satoru poured another shot, the tequila building up on the wine both of you drank earlier and the room feeling hot.

Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (leggo) Girl, drop it to the floor I love the way yo' booty go All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move And I'll proceed to throw this cash (Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka)

With no shame, thanks to the liquor, you kick off your heels and throw your hands over Satoru's neck, dancing as you both laugh.

All that ass in yo' jeans Can Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet? Long hair, she don't care

His hands finding comfort on your hips again as you moved, His gaze focused on you and only you. You grin at him before turning around, pressing against him.

When she walk she get stares Brown skin or a yellow-bone DJ, this my favorite song So I'ma make it thunderstorm Bud, want it Flocka, yeah Blow it, fuck it, I don't care

Your ass grinded against him, the alcohol burning through your blood and this time Satoru wasted no time to grind against you too. His jeans felt tight on his crotch in no time, feeling his cock harden at the sensual movements of yours that were driving him insane.

I'm tryna hit the hotel with two girls that swallow me Take this dick, wanna swallow, Pink Moscato got her freaky Ayy, you got me in a trance, please take off yo' pants Pussy pop on a handstand, you got me sweatin' Please pass me a fan, damn (Flocka, Waka Flocka, Waka Flocka)

And just like the song, Satoru definitely needed a fan. His entire body was heating up, and fuck did you look so good dancing on him again. And once again did you have him reeling behind you, when you suddenly bent down, hands on your knees and the view of you back so sensual bent made him groan.

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance DJ turn me up, ladies, this yo' jam (come on) I'ma sip Moscato and you 'gon lose them pants Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (leggo) Girl, drop it to the floor I love the way yo' booty go All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move (ayy, ayy) And I'll proceed to throw this cash (Wale, uh)

His grip tightened on your hips, your ass moving in circles against his hard on. And fuck, that sensual look you sent him as you looked over your shoulder made him bite his lip. You sent him a flirty wink as you leaned back up hands now over his on your hips and swiveled them, pushing them with a precise pressure over his cock.

She said, "Look ma, no hands" She said, "Look ma, no hands" And, no darling, I don't dance And I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka I think I deserve a chance

"You're driving me insane." Satoru says in your ear, lips grazing the tip of your ear making a shiver run down your spine. Your panties were soaked, sticking on you and you're sure your juices were only seconds away from trailing down your thighs. His lips pressed soft kisses over your earlobe, slowly training down on your jaw and reaching the corner of your mouth. "You've been driving me insane since I met you." He confesses, pressing a particular almost feather light kiss near your lips.

You turn in his arms, once again your arms around his neck. Feeling his cock press against you. "Show me." You swear it was the alcohol. There's no way you just said that to this hot man standing in front of you.

You mentally ignore the loud and mean voice in your head, yelling at you about your physique and how you shouldn't.

"You sure? I don't want to scare you away." He whispers his blue eyes making your stomach churn in nerves.

"Show me, I..." You trailed off, bracing yourself in disbelief at your words. "I trust you."

Satoru wasted no time in pressing his lips against yours, his hands coming up to cup your face tilting your head up to be able to kiss you better. You let out a soft moan into his mouth, his tongue tracing all over your tongue.

"Fuck." He moaned, pressing hard kisses on your lips, bending his knees and now moving his hands to the back of your thighs.

"Satoru- wait!" He's lifting you up in no time, making you panic and wrap your legs around him tightly. Now his hands holding you under your ass, "Satoru I'm heavy, don't please."

"Shut up and tell me where your room is, baby." His lips sucking on the spot right below your ear, making you gasp.

"F-First door to the left." His legs move automatically, almost kicking your door down and closing it behind the both of you. His sucking and nibbling on the skin of your neck as he slowly lays you down, one arm still gripping your thigh to be pressed to his side while his other arm supported him from fully laying his weight on you. Satoru pulls away to look at you, and you looked so beautiful like this. Under him, a little breathless and lips starting to swell from kissing him so fervently. He could also notice how you slowly but sure started shrinking away from his gaze, and Satoru would not allow this. Not this time.

"You're so fucking stunning." He says, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Your hands are fisting his shirt, letting out a whine into his mouth as he slowly ground his hips against your core. Your brows pinched up at the feeling, eyes looking into Satoru as you let you a gasp of pleasure. "So fucking beautiful," He presses kisses down your jaw, reaching all the way to your collarbone, sucking a bruise into your soft skin. Satoru slowly leaned back, leaning on his legs as he looked at you with lust filled eyes. His fingers ran over the romper you're wearing and reached to the neatly tied bow on the back of your neck that held the material on you. "Can I take this off, baby?"

Your eyes shown a glint of uncertainty, and Satoru was quick to cup your face and lean his forehead on yours. "Don't-" He was quick to whisper to you. "You're so beautiful, I want this. But do you?"

You let out a shaky breath, fiddling with a button of his shirt nervously. "I want this, but I just- I'm not really umm... confident without something covering me?" The alcohol was making you spill all the details. "Maybe not tonight?" Satoru not wanting you to feel uncomfortable he nods, placing a soft kiss on your forehead and moving off of you. Seeing his fallen look on his features made you feel so guilty, and you immediately felt so uncomfortable in your own skin.

"I think you should go."

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6ozcoffee · 2 months ago

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queen-of-the-avengers · 1 year ago

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Knight in Shining Motorcycle: Part Two

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Warnings: feeling rejected and heartbroken, going on yet another bad date, belittling wait staff (by the date), fluff at the end

Summary: It's been a month since the incident with Jackson. It's been a month since you felt Bucky's arms around you. It's been a month and he hasn't said one word about it, and seems like he's gone back to his usual ways. It's time for you to move but why can't you?

read part one here: Knight in Shining Motorcycle

Squares Filled: seeking comfort in best friend (2020) for @star-spangled-bingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

It’s been a month since you and Bucky shared a bed. It’s been a month since he saved you from that disastrous date with Jackson. It’s been a month since you felt his arms around you, and you haven’t felt them since. It’s like after that night, Bucky went back to his normal ways of fucking a new girl every week. He refuses to think about that night, talk about that night, and acknowledge that it even happened.

Sometimes, he’d bring two girls back to the apartment for a very long night of you wanting to kill yourself from the noises you’d hear. You don’t get it. You thought you two had something. Were you just a means to an end? Another girl to get into his bed even though you never did anything other than sleep? Another notch in his belt?

The only person you can find comfort in is your best friend and Bucky’s sister, Mia. She’s the only one who will hear you complain about him because everyone does it. All of her friends who have gotten involved with Bucky have complained to her about how he didn’t treat them right or they caught feelings but he tossed them aside like they meant nothing.

However, this time it’s different. It’s the way you talk about Bucky or the way she sees him with other girls that makes her think there is something more to this than meets the eye.

“He hasn’t said anything to you?” you ask and fiddle with your cappuccino.

“No, sorry, hun.”

“I should move out. I don’t know where I’d go.”

“I wish I could say you can stay with me. Ty and I just converted the spare bedroom into our home office.”

“I know. I appreciate the offer. I have a little money saved but I have to tough it out until I get enough to afford something small.”

“Ty’s sister is a real estate agent. I can give her your number and she can try and help you out.”

“Yeah, maybe. I’m still trying to figure things out.”

“Hey, can Ty and I borrow your car this weekend? Ours is in the shop and we planned a romantic weekend up north.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll drop it off the night before.”

“Thanks!”

You take a sip from your coffee and hear a motorcycle in the distance. You’d recognize that bike anywhere. Bucky pulls up near the cafe where you and Mia are and parks on the side of the road. He has a girl on the back of his bike that he no doubt met that day. Right in front of him is some fancy clothing store she wanted to go to. She gets off the bike, removes her helmet, and leaves him on the bike to go inside the store alone.

Bucky looks in your general direction but with his helmet on, it’s hard to determine exactly what he is looking at. Still, that doesn’t stop the glare you’re giving him.

“Just ignore him,” Mia says and pops a doughnut hole into her mouth.

“Easier said than done,” you mutter and look away from him. “That next morning, he acted like nothing happened. I figured he didn’t want to talk about it. Then a couple of days passed and he still didn’t mention it. Weeks went by and now I know he’s doing this to me on purpose. He’s being an ass.”

Bucky gets off his bike and takes off his helmet to get some fresh air, and he leans against the side of it effortlessly. If you were to do that, you’d surely knock the bike over. He waits for his fuck buddy to come out of the store, and she bounces over to him with a bag in hand. She wraps her arms around his neck and he pulls her in for a kiss.

It’s the kind of kiss that is meant for the bedroom but also the kind of kiss you want to show off to someone. You can’t be here anymore.

“I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later.”

You get up and toss some bills onto the table for your drink and leave in the opposite direction of Bucky and his new toy.

Bucky pulls away from the girl and looks over to where you and Mia are. When he doesn’t see you, he looks around for you only to see your retreating figure. He feels like shit for doing that. He absentmindedly rubs the knuckles that hold small scars from when he beat Jackson up for what he did to you.

You take the entire day to walk around town and be by yourself, so when you get home it’s already dark. Bucky is in the kitchen cooking something when you put your keys in the bowl by the front door. You round the corner and see him cooking something with only a towel wrapped around his waist as if he just got out of the shower. However, there isn’t any water on his body.

“Grab it while it’s hot,” he says.

“Really? You’re cooking in a towel? You couldn’t have gotten dressed first?”

He opens his mouth to reply but someone speaks from his bedroom that interrupts him.

“Bucky, where are you? I’m getting lonely.”

Bucky doesn’t feel guilty that he has a girl over. He feels guilty that you caught him. He sees the heartbroken look in your eyes that makes him want to shoot himself.

“Thanks for the offer but I’m not hungry. I’m sleeping over at Mia’s tonight.”

He lets you walk away.

The weekend comes quicker than you’d like. Without a car, you’re stuck in the apartment, and you’re not about to ask Bucky for a ride on his motorcycle. You’re stuck in your room on your phone when you get a message from Mia.

Hey, I know you didn’t ask for this but I hooked you up with someone Ty knows. He’s super nice!

like a blind date?

Yeah. I can tell him you’re not interested. I figured this is your chance to get over my brother.

yeah, i can try. where is the date?

At the new bar that just opened next to the cafe. His name is Travis. I told him 7 tonight.

okay. thank you. i’ll let you know how it goes.

Seven is three hours away, so you better get ready now. After taking a shower, you look in your closet for something to wear and come across the dress you wore for your date with Jackson. You haven’t worn it since because of the memories attached to it. Not memories of Jackson, memories of Bucky. Next to that dress is Bucky’s leather jacket he told you to keep. Like the dress, you haven’t worn it since and you’re sure as hell not going to wear it now.

There is a floral print dress that goes down to your ankles. It’s off the shoulders with long sleeves down to your wrists that bunches so the sleeves look flowy instead of compressed. The entire dress is flowy and light, perfect for a blind date. The match, you have chunky white wedges that give you a few extra inches. You keep your makeup light, hair down in soft waves, and jewelry that compliments the dress.

You leave your room and look at Bucky’s closed door. He’s been spending a lot of time in his room this past week with girls he picks up from anywhere. The only reason you’re telling him where you’re going is because you live with him. If you don’t, he’ll send an army to go look for you. There are noises and giggling coming from inside the room but when you knock, they cease.

One minute later, the door opens a crack and Bucky stands there with messy hair and sweats on.

“I’m going out. Don’t wait up for me.”

Bucky takes a moment to look at the outfit you’ve chosen and his demeanour changes immediately.

“Where are you going?”

“I have a date.”

“You don’t have a car.”

“I’ll Uber. Have fun with your girlfriend.”

You leave before he has a chance to say anything else. It takes the Uber ten minutes to get to you and another thirty minutes to get to the restaurant. Mia sent you a picture of what the man looks like but it was grainy and unclear. You step out with your phone in hand while looking around for Travis.

“Y/N?”

You turn to see an attractive man wearing a nice suit. You look at the picture once more to confirm it’s Travis, which it is.

“You must be Travis,” you chuckle nervously.

“Yeah. Wow, Mia sent me your picture but nothing compares to real life. You’re beautiful.”

“Thank you,” you blush.

“I made us a reservation. Shall we go inside?”

“After you.”

You two walk inside, get your table, order, and start chatting about your lives. Travis is a bit boring when it comes to having adventures. Unlike you. You can write a book about the adventures you’ve been on because you have Bucky as a roommate. When he’s not fucking some random girl, he’s actually pretty cool to hang out with. You two have been everywhere in town doing all sorts of things.

“So, what do you do for work?” Travis asks and sips his drink.

“Uh, I am an IT specialist who works from home. I get calls daily on how to fix computers and other tech-related stuff. It pays well and I get to stay home, so that’s a bonus.”

“That’s awesome. I’m terrible when it comes to computers.”

“What do you do?”

“I am a financial manager. Like you, it pays well but I’m stuck in meetings and in the office all the time.”

“Have you always wanted to work in the financial world?”

The waitress comes by with your food and sets the plates in front of you and Travis. You think she’s going to walk away and you can continue your conversation with Travis, but that’s not what happens.

“Am I supposed to be impressed with this?” he asks angrily.

“Excuse me?” the waitress stutters.

“I don’t even have to touch this to know it’s cold. Do I have to go back there and tell you how to do your damn job?”

Your mouth opens in embarrassment and shock.

“I’m sorry, sir. I’ll take this back right now and have it fixed.”

The waitress grabs the plate without looking at you and leaves immediately. Poor thing looks like she is going to cry. Travis shakes his head and turns back to you as if this never happened.

“So, anyway, I went to business school and all that, but it’s nice to get out of the office every once in a while, you know?”

You have no idea what to say. Mistreating waitstaff is an immediate turn off. Everything attractive about this man suddenly turns sour. You’re lucky you saw this early on instead of at the end of the date.

“I’m sorry, I have to use the ladies room. I’ll be right back.”

“Oh, sure.”

You take everything you own with you because you’re not coming back to this table. You make it seem like you’re going to the bathroom in case he’s watching but once your table is out of sight, you find the first waitress you see which so happens to be yours.

“Hey, I am so sorry about the way he spoke to you like that. I don’t even know him. My best friend set me up. Listen, I gotta get out of here but the table we’re at is by the door. Is there a back entrance I can use?”

“Yeah, I got you. He gave me the ick as soon as I saw him,” she shutters. “Follow me.” She takes you through the kitchen and the back door that they use when they go on breaks. “Good luck.”

“Oh, and don’t be afraid to spit in his food.”

“Trust me, the cook’s all over it.”

You walk through the small alley next to the bar to the main street. You take out your phone to call an Uber, but luck has it so that you don’t have any service. You try moving the phone around, even walking down to the street light, but nothing comes up.

“Damn it,” you mutter.

You can’t call Mia. You can’t use your car because she has it. The only person you know is Bucky. Should you call him? He’s probably frolicking with that woman still. Even if you were to call him, he’d probably hate you for ruining his date. The only other option is to walk home even though it took thirty minutes to get here by car.

The road stretches through the mountain briefly which you don’t want to walk through but what else are you gonna do? If you can’t get service in a busy restaurant area, there is no way you’re gonna get service in the mountains. The walk gives you time to think about your life. You have a good job that pays well but you can’t keep living with Bucky if it means seeing him with all these women. You have a major thing for him and it kills you to know you’re not the one he’s going home with.

Ten minutes go by until you hear the unmistakable sound of a motorcycle. It races past you without a second thought, screeches to a stop, turns around, and slowly creeps up behind you. You don’t have to see who it is to know who it is. Bucky pulls up next to you and walks the bike to keep up with your pace.

“Get on the bike.”

“No, I’ll walk. Thanks.”

“Don’t be difficult, Y/N. Get on the bike.”

“How the hell did you even find me?”

“I asked Mia. She told me the guy you were on a date with. I looked him up, and he posted to his Facebook about how his date ditched him, and all women are beneath him. He’s a fucking loser. I mean, he still uses Facebook,” he chuckles. “I figured you were out here somewhere.”

“Stop stalking me,” you roll your eyes. “I’ll meet you at home.”

“Get on the damn bike.”

“No!” Bucky revs his engine and surges forward, parking right in front of you to prevent you from going further. You try to go around him but he moves his bike in your path. “Why the hell do you care about me? You’ve proven I mean nothing to you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” he asks and gets off his bike.

“You fucking know what I’m talking about. If you don’t, then you’re not worth my time.” You try pushing past him to continue your walk but he grabs your arm to prevent you from doing so. You quickly turn and slap his face. The shock is enough for him to let go of you. “Don’t fucking touch me. The last time you touched me, you left and never spoke of it again. Just go, please. You have a girl waiting for you at home. Just go to her.”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?!”

“Because she’s not you!” he yells loudly.

“Do better,” you scoff.

“Fuck,” he mumbles to himself. “I love you!” You pause to take in the information. “I can’t get you out of my fucking head. I’ve been trying all month to get you out of my head. None of the girls I’ve brought home have ever stuck because they’re not you. Being with you that one night has been better than anything I’ve done all fucking month.”

“Then why did you let me walk away?” you ask in a heartbreaking tone.

“Because I’m an idiot. Because you’re the realest thing I’ve ever had, and I didn’t want to fuck it up.”

Silence befalls the two of you, and you look around the desolate road.

“So, what are you gonna do about it?”

More silence. Bucky takes three big steps to get to you, grabs your waist with one hand, slides his other into your hair, and kisses you like he was supposed to a month ago. His lips fit so perfectly against your own like they belong there. You’ve pictured this moment in so many different ways, but this is not on your list.

“Are we really doing this?” you ask when he pulls away.

“Do you want to?” You nod with a smile. “You’re my girl now.”

“No more other women.”

“I’ve got the one I want.”

He leans down and kisses you again, this time, making your head soar to new places.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 11 months ago

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My heart...don't cry I'm here - Saltburn 2023

Michael Gavey x fem!reader

warning : hurt/comfort, angst, implied non-con kissing(from Oliver), jealousy, kissing/cuddling, mentions of blood

Summary : A winter ball or a party is an invitation with consequences and love that blossoms. Michael and his sweetheart were together, everything was perfect until one thing changed and love had to be defended.

Info : So again something for Saltburn and our sweet Michael a little thought/more complex. Have fun reading ;)

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Everything had been perfect since she had been at university, her grades were good and she had made friends. It was the perfect environment in 2006 with the others.

And it was only going to get better since she showed up in his math class, the extra afternoon class with him for the students who wanted to review the subject.

Maybe it was because it was just the two of them in the afternoon class, maybe it was because Michael was the "teacher" for the time, or maybe it was because she started bringing him a crunchy bar every time. Whatever it was, it brought the two of them together.

Maybe it was his smile that appeared every time she got another task right which was so full of joy for her that she couldn't help but smile herself. His joy and devotion to the subject and to her was clear.

That it was bound to happen at some point that when she suddenly dropped a pen and they both bent down for it, it seemed like a scene from a bad romance novel. ,,Please, I insist," he said and his lips curled into that cute smile again, which almost seemed to make him excited.

He adjusted his glasses again and put the pen back in her hand, she greeted him with a ,,Thank you Michael... tell me, I'm very grateful for all this, would you mind coming for a cup of tea with me?" she dared to ask, already preparing to be laughed at by him, that his flight of fancy had caused him to drop her.

Instead, she was almost blown away when he practically ripped her arm out and shook her hand, smiling broadly at her.

,,Oh yes, I'd love to, my dear!" he had told her and this was the first date they had had in a small cafe near the university for tea and a few cupcakes but she had quickly realized that Michael preferred his Crunchy Bars to any other sweet things.

When he dug into the chocolate and drank the tea she smiled at him and she could always see his slight nervousness. He had changed a little, he was no longer as stern and serious as he was when he was studying.

She had often seen him in the library looking at the books and exercise books so intently. Always with a thoughtful look on his face. But now he was as cute as an excited golden retriever.

But it didn't bother anyone, it was even kind of cute when he told the cashier that he had miscalculated. How he insisted that they recalculate that his bill was correct and the machine was wrong.

Michael shouted out the answer and only calmed down when she put her hand on his and gave him an understanding look. ,,Excuse my... my boyfriend, please do the math again?" she asked, not seeing the look of confusion and then complete love behind his glasses.

She hadn't dismissed him, she hadn't laughed at him or shamed him, she had called him her boyfriend. They were a couple.

They were really together. They had been together for a few months, almost a year, and yet their love for each other had never changed, on the contrary, it had only grown stronger.

It was perfect until she found the little note under her notebook, she had met Michael in the library and they had studied together and she still seemed to feel the kiss on the back of his hand when he greeted her.

,,Romance, my dear romantic, is the best thing I can give you every day," he always said before he kissed her enruet gently and always with a little hint of nervousness. He hid his eyes, pushed up his glasses and disappeared, waving.

She looked after him for a moment before disappearing into the library shelves, not paying attention to her notebook, and only when she came back did she see the little note.

Dearest Blood, I would like you to show up at my party for the Winter Ball. With best regards O she left the handwritten message and looked around to see if she could find the person who had left it there. But no?

No one seemed to fit the bill, although she could knowingly assign the O as the sender. Oliver Quick. The mutual friend of the two of them, or the cheat if Michael was concerned.

Oliver and he used to be friends, but since the brown-haired man had been hanging out with the rich guys from Saltburn and such, neither of them recognized him anymore.

Giving the note her attention for a moment, she sat back down to study and decided to tell Michael in the afternoon when they met again, not knowing that two eyes were already watching her.

That his lips curled into a smile and the plan of plans went according to plan. After a while, she disappeared from the library and found her darling in the cafeteria, his plate full of food and almost always the same.

,,Michael, look what I've found from your... friend," she said as she came to him with her tray, also full of food, and sat down at her seat, handing him the paper.

She saw how at first he seemed a little unknowing and then he seemed to remember the deceiver who had once been his friend. Looking at the paper he let her know they knew Oliver had changed but now?

Was it a good idea to go to the party? ,,A party...my darling, only if you feel like it, of course I would accompany you, it would certainly...certainly be interesting to see how he has been," Michael said and handed her the note after reading it again.

She looked at the paper, she didn't know the word "blood" from Oliver, she never thought he would become like this. One of the rich ones.

But was it true and didn't everyone deserve a second chance? That's what they both thought when they turned up at the Winter Ball, or rather the big boozy party, and they were rather overdressed.

Michael had chosen his suit and the white rose on his breast pocket, she had picked it out, fluffed it through his hair and given him a motivating kiss.

In return, he had laced up her dress and showered her with compliments before the two of them had walked through the large double doors just a few minutes later and found themselves at the "Winter Ball".

She heard the horrified sound of Michael looking at the party with an uncertain look that resembled her own. She wondered how the hell so many people could fit in here - it shouldn't be possible, should it?

Everyone was close together, bumping into their neighbors. ,,Shall we go?" she asked, looking at Michael, who adjusted his glasses and looked at her, even though he seemed to want to leave, he shook his head.

,,Shall I get us some drinks and you Oliver?" he asked and looked at her, reaching for her hand to show her that it could be different, that he was looking for his friend and she was looking for the drinks. But when her gaze turned to the bar or whatever else was there, she almost felt dizzy.

Crowds upon crowds of people had taken over the area around it and finding her way back in there would be suicide. ,, Sure we can do that," she said hastily and gave him a grateful look before they parted and Michael set off to make his way through the dancing drug addicts and his favorite through the crowds on the way to Oliver.

After having to dodge several drinks, drugs and dancing people and a leap backwards to avoid being hit by a keg of beer, she was about to give up the search when she saw a brown mop of hair disappear into one of the many rooms. A room she had never seen before.

There were many brown-haired people here, but when she saw the brief smile on the lips of the stranger, there seemed to be no doubt. It was a knowing smile, an amused smile, a hungry smile. The smile of someone who knew exactly what was going on around him.

Following the stranger into the room and opening the door, it suddenly seemed quieter, as if the walls had been built in such a way as to keep the lowly folk at bay. ,,Oliver Quick?" she asked, annoyed that her voice sounded so uncertain even though she had no reason to be.

She knew him, she thought, and yet it also seemed to be due to the room that she felt like she was being swallowed up.

Her voice didn't have the confidence she wanted and she felt her heart beat faster as the man turned around. ,,My blood, you really came, I thought you and the nerd had gone off," he sneered and she could just see his eyes roaming over her body.

He had tried to hide his attraction for her back then, but she had already seen that he was always too tempted to hug her as his hands wandered over her body.

Until she got together with Michael and Oliver left for Saltburn. ,,No we didn't Oliver, we're here to see how you're doing," she replied, glancing over her shoulder, knowing the door was within reach.

But the wolf in front of her was watching her and seemed to want to wrap his jaws around her at any moment. He smiled, winked at her and came towards her, step by step he seemed to enjoy seeing her like this more and more.

,,Looking around then, dear? You were worried how flattering," he whispered and continued to walk towards her, his hand reaching for hers and she felt him kiss the back of her hand, not sure if she should pull away. It was disgusting only Michael ever kissed her like that.

He wasn't Michael he wasn't the romantic he was a creep. ,,Let go of me, we're done here!" she screamed, wanting to tear her arm free and run for the door, out of the room, away from him, away from everything, and yet the wolf seemed faster.

Grasping her wrist, he healed her in place and the grin of his fangs frightened her even more and she wanted to scream. She could already feel herself gathering air, she would scream for her friend until she fell silent.

Something almost medicinal tasted, medicinal, bitter. Alcohol. The alcohol and drug-filled kiss of Oliver on her lips that robbed her of any scream.

She felt his hands running over her body, reaching for everything he could get, wanting more and more. It was disgusting the pressure on her arms, legs and back as he tried to loosen the bow.

Before suddenly all her senses exploded fear and panic flooded through her and she tore him away from her. She ran out and saw the grin behind her as he licked his lips as if he wanted more of this forbidden treasure.

She no longer saw anything but fear as she hurried through the crowd, not paying attention to the people, and only cried out again, which was drowned out by the music when she felt hands on her shoulders.

,,Darling!" she heard the nickname and feared it was Oliver who had opened up to her and wanted to pull her back into the room and take her into the dark.

She was afraid of what would happen. ,,Honey, it's Michael! What's going on? What happened?" he asked, his hands on her cheeks trying to calm her down, seeing the fear screaming in her eyes.

Her eyes full of fear looked at him and slowly she began to understand that it wasn't Oliver, that it wasn't the one who had kissed her who wanted more of her. ,,Mi-Michael...I-I want to leave now!" she screamed at him and saw that he was looking over her, searching for something to explain what had happened.

But by then he had already grabbed her by the hand and taken her out of the building, walked her to the car and put her inside.

The cool night enveloped her, but the heat seemed slow to overcome her. ,,What happened?" he asked, his voice calm yet demanding, she didn't have to look to know that he was pulling himself together, that his hands were shaking, that his body was tense and that he would give anything to help her.

,,Oli-Oliver he...kissed me...I flew I had to get away," she stammered, still afraid of what might have happened if she hadn't escaped.

Instead, she felt a comforting warmth other than the heat of the party Oliver gently placed his hand on hers and gave her a soft sympathetic expression before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a Crunchy bar.

His kiss was as gentle and careful as Oliver could ever be and he said, ,,Wait here please I'll be back in a few minutes everything will be fine darling". It was almost absurd how gentle he could be in this situation and she gave him as grateful a look as she could.

Before he left, he pulled out a handkerchief, skillfully wiped away the tears and gave her one last gentle kiss on the head.

It was so different from Oliver when Michael disappeared into the dark back to the party while she was back in the car looking at the bar in her hand. But this time the beating of her heart was different, it wasn't full of fear, it was full of love.

Even then, when he returned a few minutes later, she was startled to see the blood on his white shirt, the splinter in his glasses and the blood on his fingers. He wanted to start the car without saying a word but hadn't sorted himself out.

This time she put her hand on his, put her head on his shoulder and said a simple, ,,Thank you Michael, I love you" as he gave her another kiss.

She knew the blood smelled of Oliver he knew Michael had hit him but she didn't care she had him with her. His kisses covered Oliver's and with each kiss she slowly forgot what had happened.

There was only her and Michael had only ever given it and would only ever give it.

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#saltburn #saltburn 2023 #ewan mitchell #michael gavey #michael gavey x reader #saltburn movie

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ateez-himari · 7 months ago

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[240504] DATE NIGHT

[NEW UPLOAD FROMM MINGI]

[PM 11:56] a date with the princess 🥰 between friends of course ㅎㅎ

[PM 11:56] we went to a cat cafe she kept talking about, to dinner and then we went to a river nearby to take a walk, it wasn't anything too fancy

[PM 11:57] it wasn't a luxurious restaurant no, she said she didn't feel up to it and honestly me either. we just ended up eating at a small quiet shop near the hotel

[PM 11:57] she went to see a doctor earlier with hongjoong hyung so we went out for dinner pretty late

[PM 11:57] did we kiss again ? ㅋㅋㅋ maybe...her lips are pretty

[PM 11:57] i don't see what you're talking about, what statement would we have to make ? 🤭 best friends go on dates all the time...and kiss occasionally right ?

[PM 11:58] it's pretty late but we were going to watch a movie, it's her turn to choose so she's scrolling right now. i think it's been 15 minutes

[PM 11:58] she's asking if everyone is excited for the comeback since she's worked very hard for it. she's been a lot more involved in guiding recordings this time and leading production

[PM 11:59] she says she gives you guys lots of kisses ㅋㅋㅋ i have to be careful or she'll steal my mingtiseus

[PM 11:59] i'll go watch the movie now, goodnight tiny!

#ateez au #ateez imagines #ateez 9th member #ateez extra member #ateez female member #kpop oc #HimaSocial♡#HimaFromm♡

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fangirlingfromdownunder · 5 months ago

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A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 1

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader

A/N: Long time no post! Sorry for the lengthy hiatus! If you read my Christmas Advent stories then you may be familiar with this story already, however, I've been working hard to turn it into a longer fic and as such a few things have changed (including the POV, hence the reposts). I hope you enjoy! Let me know if you want me to start a taglist for this fic.

A Sweet Mishap Masterlist | Main Masterlist

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The Christmas pay is great, but dealing with the influx of customers – everyone in a rush to get their Christmas shopping and preparations finished – sucks. I’m well into the morning rush having made to my best estimate near a hundred coffees in just a few hours. I’m already exhausted and sick of people; many of whom have short tempers due to needing their daily caffeine hit ASAP. Somewhere around the 30th coffee I burnt my hand on the steamer and it has been in pain since, but I need the money so I ignore it and push on. Not that I’d have time to dwell on the pain even if I wanted to; the orders just keep piling up.

Peppermint Mocha Latte with extra whipped cream and crushed candy canes.

Gingerbread Latte with a sprinkle of cinnamon on top.

Chestnut Praline Frappuccino with caramel drizzle.

White Chocolate Peppermint Hot Chocolate with marshmallows.

Winter Wonderland White Hot Chocolate with white chocolate syrup.

Almond Joy Latte with coconut and almond flavours.

And so on and so on into oblivion. Maybe it’s my fault for choosing to work in a cafe that prides itself on its range of festive flavours. But despite the exhaustion, I serve every drink with a smile and never-dwindling love for the holidays.

My steady pace and rhythm are jolted by my coworker getting into my personal space. “Come on, (Y/N)! It’s time to switch, I can’t keep weaving through these crowds with hot drinks and dishes! I need space! Please!”

I add the finishing touches to the drink I’m currently working on and then nod at her. “Fine. I’ll deliver this one and go from there. Just start from the next hot chocolate there,” I nod at the list of order notes stuck on the metal shelf above the coffee machine as I carefully lift the full mug off the bench.

She nods enthusiastically, pulls a new, clean mug off the stack and gets started. I take the fancy hot chocolate out to table 5 as per the order card. My coworker and I fall into perfect harmony quickly. She makes drinks and I deliver them seamlessly until a tall, well-built guy comes bursting through the doors straight in front of my well-worn path causing me to dump an entire Peppermint Mocha Latte on him. The mug and saucer shatter on the tiles by his feet as my hands immediately cover my mouth to hide my embarrassment. But the shock quickly wears off as I jump into action, gathering napkins to wipe the mess while I apologise profusely. I don’t even look up at his face as I continue to attempt to clean out the stain.

“I am so so sorry! Whatever you want is on the house, I’ll cover it all. New shirt and jacket even. It’s all on me. I am so sorry, sir,” I ramble as I continue dabbing at the mess.

Noticing everyone’s eyes on the two of you and customers starting to get restless, he wraps his hands around my wrists to make me stop and look at him properly. “It’s no problem, really. It’s all good. I wanted a reason to buy a new shirt anyway.”

“Please, at least let me get you a coffee to go then.”

“To go?” He questions.

“Yeah, so you can go change.”

“But you did such a good job cleaning me up.” A blush sneaks onto my cheeks at his words. I hear my coworker calling from behind the counter. “Sounds like you need to get back. Just surprise me with something when you get your break. But make sure you’re the one that makes and delivers it,” he says with a wink as he releases his grip on my wrists.

I quickly compose myself as I rush over to grab a broom and mop to clean up the mess as my coworker attempts to manage the impatient customers.

After about half an hour, the morning rush finally starts to die down and the afternoon shift arrives for handover. I finish adding some whipped cream, chocolate powder and marshmallows on top of the white and milk chocolate peppermint mocha lattes and then untie my dirty apron. Thanking my coworkers I take the two festive mugs to the table in the corner where the now dry man is waiting patiently reading a newspaper. I place them down carefully on the table causing him to look up.

“I was starting to think you forgot,” he says.

“You kidding me? I still feel so bad, but it gets so busy here during the holidays.”

He takes a sip of the drink closest to him and then says, “I can see why. I’m used to straight black coffee, but I can get on board with this.”

As I go to take a sip from the other mug, a bright flash from outside the window causes me to spill my drink all over the table and myself. Looking in the direction of the flash, the man jumps into action. He passes me some napkins and stands up.

“That’s my fault. Should’a known word would get out if I stayed here this long. That’s my fault,” he says apologetically.

I dab at my now, evenmore stained shirt and say, “I guess now we’re even.”

He slides a coaster across the table with a few more napkins. “I’m so sorry.”

He shrugs his jacket on and walks away. After a second, I regain my senses and go to call out and stop him but the door’s already closing behind him. I look down at the coaster and see a phone number written in neat handwriting. With a sigh, I slip it into my pocket and smile.

#jensen ackles imagine #jensen ackles fic #jensen ackles x y/n #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles #supernatural imagine #supernatural fic

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fisheito · 4 months ago

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here's your accursed tier ranking

sex yakumos that i had to meticulously screenshot and edit into slottable little squares

times i redid this list (over the course of several days)

The tiers (in words):

😔👌: Unfortunately, I Am Into That Shit (☆•̀‿•́): i quite enjoy these 🤔( ͡ಠ_ಠ)🔎: some parts i like, some parts i don't ¯\_(ツ)_/¯: ehh i'd rather watch something else

i COULD rearrange these rooms over and over and over (especially the middle tiers)

but we are nOt GOing to because if i spend ANY MORE TIME sliding yaku's horny squares around i'm goign to fmkkin lose it (it being my peanuts) I could end up rambling about specific rooms at a later date..... but not today. Today we will Restrain Ourselves.

So for now, here's 1 thing about each room that i like (same order as above)!!

Crimson Phantom R5: i can be uyuor devil

Dark Nova R2: THE FOFKIN COLLAR

Ocean Breeze R2: the way he tries to keep his voice down thru his pathetic little whimpers

Fateful Aegis R2: ENSLUTTIFICATION BEGINS **NOW**

Story H scene: ok.,, but he actually stopped. when eiden said slow down. tha't's unheard of in typical yaois

Cocoa Liqueuer R5: eiden purposely chooses the wrong dialogue option at every prompt and i'm laughing so sahgrd

Cocoa Liqueuer R2: yaku's stupid blissed out face *grips my glass so hard it shatters*

Shadow Lineage R5: *adds Snake Bondage [Quantity: 999] to cart*

Incognito Cafe R5: HOLY SHIT HE OBTAINED DICK RESTRAINT

Dark Nova R5: SNAKE TRAITS SNAKE TRAITS MONSTER TRAITS LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

SR R5: something about those big doe eyes staring up at eiden while pounding into him

Shadow Lineage R2: yeah sure crush me against a wall

Ocean Breeze R5: the ECHO 🤣

Fateful Aegis R5: eiden predicting yaku's AssPoundXXXL initiation sequence with the foreboding "i'm sorry"

OG SSR R2:

Crimson Phantom R2: b. bite.

OG SSR R5: eiden worrying about getting yaku's ceremonial robes dirty and yaku's response is an instant I Don't Care 😳 (tbhypothetical if i were wearing an intricate cosplay that i spent foREVER on, all handstitched and made of expensive silks and crafted by my own labour,, and i was about to fuck someone against a wall? I am DEFINITELY taking that thing off. NO ONE is getting cum on that. you will sit there in horny silence while i safely store this garment out of range of the Splash Zone. so for yakumo to have no regard for his FANCY CEREMONIAL OUTFIT? to IMMEDIATELY focus on sloppy makeouts with eiden? that either speaks to his textiles skill or all-consuming horny.)

~~~ and if, for some reason, u want to know why the lowest 3 are , well, the lowest 3:

OG SSR R2: the room itself is aight, but it is unfortunately a near copy of the story H scene. Ahhh, death by comparison. This one gets shrugged to the side simply because i like more things about its twin.

Crimson Phantom R2: yaku is not having a good time, y'all. he is not in the right headspace and his evident suffering is a boner killer. if i were ranking based on character development and lore, this one would rank higher (thank you, surprise tragic stories about yakumo's childhood), but. he's kinda fighting a losing battle against his self-hatred so can eiden give him that hug pls

OH!! and no lie-- his voice unsettled me here. i know he's playing big into the roleplay thing but that Uncharacteristic Vocal Behaviour mixed with Big Sad spiralling is uhhhhhhh . so where's that Eiden hug??????

OG SSR R5: i unlocked this waaay late so it had to (unfairly) compete against newer rooms that I unlocked before it.

it's similar to when I played FF/X-2 before trying FF/VII (original PS version)?! i wish i had played the older one when it first released. that way, i would have appreciated it properly? BUT!! because i played out of order, i was spoilt with modern graphics and improvements that made the old game impossible to finish. I was too warped by then...

and that's what happened with this room. although i liked the concept + their dialogue, the art was too off-model for me to fully engage. i kept fixating on the anatomy or eiden's face. sigh... it was one of the earliest rooms so of course the art's improved since then!! but i was unlucky and watched it too late :( i could not enjoy its full splendour :(

#ANY FURTHER INQUIRIES CAN BE DIRECTED TO FUTURE ME *points somewhere over yonder*#oops i just noticed that my top rooms have a fun pattern going on #yakumo's all 'i'm going to dom you' then eiden goes "no I'M gonna dom YOU'#next it's eiden going 'i will suck your soul out of your dick' then it's yaku going 'i will LICK your soul out of your dick'#ahhhh all things in balance... what a lovely coincidence #i hear a certain someone ask 'WHY ISN'T BARISTA BITCH AT THE TOP'#well my dear Certain Someone it is simply because it is Too New #as is custom with me vs yaku... it takes a while for me to sort out my feelings about it #i have a tendency to be 'meh' about most yaku rooms #until months after my first exposure... and my TrUE feelings emerge from their cocoon #for example *points at dark nova r2* i didn't care about that when it was first released #but over time... some thing... several things... kept pinching at my consciousness #and look where it ranks now 😥#anyway thems the thots #abbreviated. i am always holding back #compare your tiers against me. judge my taste. throw your handkerchief upon the ground and indignantly exclaim #'FISHEITO YOUR TASTE IS ABYSMAL! HARRUMPH!'#alas my vague intestinal feelings have led me to this conclusion. i cannot fight against it #nu carnival yakumo

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lululandd · 11 months ago

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colour me grey; (ii.)

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

word count: 5.3k

warnings: soulmates, hella smut, fluff

notes: backed myself into a filth corner so i went ham (also on AO3)

summary: where the fuck has he been all your life?

part i. |

You and Simon had agreed to meet at a fancy cafe in the middle of town to get to know each other a bit more, and you couldn’t help but to dwell in your own thoughts as you made your way towards the place. He had come off a tad pushy during planning, insisting on a specific place at a specific time of day, choosing a cafe you know was famous for being overpriced. While trying to look up the menu online, you saw the time he suggested came up as “least busy” on google, and you don’t think it’s a coincidence that he chose that time, as if he’s trying to avoid a crowd.

Is he famous? Or he’s just embarrassed to be seen with you?

It was then that your thoughts took a sharp turn to his face, and how you’ve never actually seen all of it. The lower half was always hidden under masks; he didn’t even take it off for drinks, he slipped a straw underneath it to sip. You also didn’t fail to notice that you two didn’t even exchange numbers. No face, no number, just a time and place. You wonder if your soulmate is a psycho.

It’s not like you’re completely… in danger. The soulmate bond exists—for better or worse—to prevent soulmates from hurting each other. The shared bond magnifies pain and pleasure the closer one is to the other. So if you hurt your soulmate in close proximity, you would also feel their pain. Some people don’t believe that they occur before the initial reveal of the mark, but you’re not one of them. Because you remember years ago, before knowing who Simon was, your left arm tingled and prickled for hours on end for seemingly no reason, and now after meeting him you know that was when he got his tattoo done. You were sure if he got it done closer to where you lived back then it would’ve stung more. There were other unexplainable pains here and there the years after, but you blame a lot of it to ageing, overall bad sitting habits, your lack of excercise, and clumsiness.

The sight of a large masked man roused you from your thoughts. His head snapped to you as if on instinct before eyeing the place and pointing at an empty table by the corner.

Tosser. What’s wrong with this seat?

He walked to your table when you didn’t move, gently grabbing your elbow to ask if you would reconsider and sit at the table he chose.

“Here seems fine.” You looked up at him.

He closed his eyes for a moment, expression hardening before shifting into something less pleasant. “Please?”

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He’s internally screaming. You show up at the fancy place that he half-manipulated you to agree to with zero qualms and no objections; you just said yes and now here you are walking into the place with careless abandon in that really cute dress that he’d love to get off your—

Focus.

You didn’t even feel him staring, didn’t even fucking look back when he stood right behind you and gently tugged your hair. You just placed a hand near your scalp to alleviate the feeling as you continue typing on your phone.

Is this really his soulmate? This unaware civilian with zero defence mechanism? Her?

The moment he saw where you sat at the cafe almost made him want to walk out. It was in the middle of the room, where anyone could walk by and slip something into your drinks undetected. The thought of having people on his blind side as he was with his soulmate made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Thankfully—although with rolled eyes and gritted teeth—you agreed to move to his proposed seat.

—

Getting over your initial annoyance by drinking the shit out of your drink, the absence of it made you realise he hasn’t taken a single sip of his.

Did he forget his straw?

You excused yourself for a bit to grab him one. As much as you want to see what his face looks like, ultimately if he doesn’t want to show it then you really shouldn’t force him to. Besides, maybe he’s had a weird day and this could be his breaking point so might as well do something nice for the man. You can feel his eyes on you, and confirm that he’s watching when you walk back with the straw in hand. Waving it at him awarded you with crinkles at the edges of his eyes.

“Cheers, love.” he chirped, taking off his mask as he said so and sipped his drink right off the cup, ignoring your straw entirely.

This bitch.

His face was…. fine. Not horrendously disfigured like you had initially feared, but also nowhere near as handsome as you secretly wanted him to be. You don’t know how to feel about the scarring on his face, it was attractive for sure but also concerning at the same time, and the sight of his skewed nose made you wrinkle yours.

You nervously mentioned the possibility of seeing a doctor and setting his nose back to its proper place.

He laughed at the comment, leaning very close to you at the table, “Why pay a bloody doctor to do it when I can pick a fight with a left handed prick for free?”

That little quip made all the prior agitation you felt towards him dissipate into thin air.

You don’t remember the last time anyone made you laugh that much on a first date. It was the most fun you’ve ever had in a while. The man opens doors, walks on the outside part of the sidewalk, looks both ways for you before holding your hand to cross the street, offers you his jacket even before you realise you were cold.

Where the fuck has he been all your life?

—

To his horror, you invited him back to your place even though you two barely know each other and practically just met. And to his disgust, he said yes. He knew he should say no, refuse, but there’s a pull that he guesses was the soulmate thing talking, so here he is.

He gingerly crossed the threshold of your home, noting the fragile knick-knacks lined up on badly screwed on shelves, the pile of unfolded clothes sitting on an armchair, the strung up plastic bag filled with other plastic bags in the kitchen, and the worst thing he could ever see in someone’s–much less his soulmate’s–house; a decently sized collage of pictures hung up on a wall in the living room.

It was of you, your friends, family, and possible ex-partners judging from the poses and the amount of people in a single photo. You seem to take notice of where his attention lies and sidled up next to him.

“These your friends?” He wanted to confirm, pointing at the large frame. He already has a general idea which ones are which. It’s not like he wanted to hear you ramble and tell you things about yourself excitedly or anything. Definitely not. He doesn't want to see your eyes shine and sparkle as you talk about your family, he’s for sure not waiting for your laughter as he points to a blurred group picture.

It didn’t take fucking long for him to get attached to you. As a matter of fact, it took two missions. Two fucking back to back assignments away for him to miss your presence and laughter and the normalcy of your civilian life. He misses your warmth, the horrible show you put on the telly, and the meals you cook. What he doesn’t miss was the peace and quiet his own flat afforded him, since there’s always weirdly something to do in your place; appliances to be fixed, plants to water and shake, repaints to be done, rodents of unusual sizes to catch, and most important of all, you.

You. How you come to him with your problems, the way you latch onto his arm as you two walk, your assurance and confidence in yourself, the perseverance you exhibit when problems come your way.

It was the first time in his life that he ever felt the need to check his phone on the helo. He’s seen everyone else done it numerous times before. He’s used to Soap obsessively checking his dating apps, Gaz’s blur of fingers on his phone’s keyboard to catch up with his loved ones, and Price putting on earpods underneath the helo’s noise cancelling headsets to listen or watch videos his wife sent him. He sighed with relief when he turned his phone on and got bombarded with messages from you. He watched the notification bar scroll by like the end credits of a movie. They contain either animal videos, long winded messages telling him how your day was, paragraphs of work gossip, memes he could barely grasp, sprinkled here and there with ‘i miss you’s and his favourite: selfies. Now scrolling upwards manually to see the messages more clearly, he heard a crackle on his headset as Soap chimed in next to him.

“Looks like ya got in trouble or some shite, LT.”

“Sod off, Johnny.” He snapped harmlessly. “You wanna see how much trouble I'm in?” He tapped on a notification and showed his screen to his best friend. It was a picture of a white cat sleeping in a bed of flowers, bathed in sunlight.

“Aww fuck that’s cute, is that where you’re goan sleep tonight? outside?” Soap jeered. He fiddled with his gloves a bit before bumping his shoulder, “I’m glad you’re happy, Simon.”

He huffed, “Who the fuck snitched. Who told you I was happy?”

A raspy chuckle escaped him before taking out his own phone. His own phone lights up not a moment later. Soap had sent him a video. It was of a man with the words ‘I miss you🥺’ above him, rolling his eyes and putting on a smug face before the caption changes into ‘Of course you do. It’s me.’

Ignoring the fact that Soap had clearly seen quite a few of your messages sent to him, the video made him chuckle and he forwarded the link to you. He didn’t expect for you to reply immediately; With a gif of a hamster shovelling a whole baby carrot in its mouth no less. He had to turn his screen off and put his phone back in his jacket pocket so Soap wouldn't see that one.

He arrives home to his dusty flat, mindlessly putting his clothes in the machine before running a hot bath. It’s been his routine ever since he was eighteen, and if he may be honest, his favourite. Not that the thought of doing this at your place hasn’t crossed his mind, he’s just reluctant to let you see his bloody clothes, his newly acquired scars, and the state of his mental well-being.

He knows he’s gruff and irritable the first few hours he’s back, and he doesn’t want you to think you had anything to do with it. The thought of your worried and dejected face if he accidentally snaps at you makes his skin crawl. He knows you would understand if he just… explains that he needs space and alone time after work, but he hesitates every time. He tries to take his mind to a happier place and checks his phone again as he waits for the tub to fill; sitting at the edge while opening the encrypted folder full of pics of you two together, and some candids of you. He didn’t even know he was smiling until he put his phone away and saw himself in the mirror.

He ignored his reflection and threw in a bath bomb that Gaz had gifted him for his ‘birthday’. It’s a silly little gag that Soap had pulled on him one day, randomly singing happy birthday to him—since no one knows when his actual birthday is—and poor Gaz didn’t know it wasn’t actually his birthday and got him a gift the next year. Simon relishes in the smell of lemon and tangerine, breathing in actual air that’s not filtered through the musty fabric of his mask, sighing in comfort as he dips, feeling the warm water hit his bare skin. It’s been weeks since he’s able to let his guard down and take his mask off.

You join him in the bath, hair pulled up nice and neat. He smiles at you, the overhead light hits you at just the right angle that it obscures your face, but he knows it’s you, sitting oh so pretty in front of him, laughing about something he didn’t understand and splashes the water in his direction, not stopping even when he asked you to, then lunging at him, holding him under th—

Water sloshes off the rim as he startled awake, coughing water out of his lungs. Scrambling out the tub, he looked back at the now tepid water, the image of you lunging at him burned into his skull.

It was a dream. Thank fuck it was only a dream.

It was then that an awful, icy fear rushed through his veins, stopping him in his tracks. His brain has caught up to the present and inserts you into his nightmares. There’s conflict in his mind, neurons firing as fast as bullets as one thought crashes onto another, whether he should leave you, keep you close to him, maybe he can apply for SFA or—

The F in SFA stands for Family, idiot. You’re not even engaged, Simon. Get a grip.

His exhausted body yearned for bed, for sleep, for him to just be horizontal for sixteen hours straight. He slowly blinks, realising with a delayed start that he had wasted twenty minutes just standing there staring at his bed while his thoughts of you run rampant. He stared harder at the bed and decided he doesn’t want to sleep here, it just wouldn’t feel right. He’s slept better in your shitty creaky queen sized bed than the expensive king size one he’s currently looking at. Packing up necessities, he rolled his luggage out from his dingy apartment and into yours.

—

He showed up at your door with his eyes bloodshot, hoodie askew, and hair damp. You heard him mumble something about going to bed or some shite but you stopped him with a firm hand to his abs.

“Dry your hair first.” You sternly suggested. His size doesn’t intimidate you as much anymore, it’s more his gaze that makes him scary—if any.

Simon placed a hand on his head, mussing his hair about, unintentionally flicking tiny droplets of water on you. He clicked his tongue as he unsubtly wiped his hand on the front of his pants, “Dry enough.”

“Not if you wanna sleep in my bed, it’s not.”

“Fahkin’ wimin...” His accent thickens as he groans and grumbles. He follows up the insult by gently putting his hand in yours.

Despite his protest, he follows you willingly and without further questions towards the bathroom.

The face he makes as you touch his scalp is akin to that of a pitbull. That dopey, always smiling look. His head moves whichever way you pull his hair to, obedient to a fault. Man straight up purred and leaned his head on your shoulder when you scratched the base of his skull.

You grimaced as he dropped into your bed in his outside clothes, but there was no waking him up. Simon fucking Riley started snoring as soon as his head touched your pillow, even went so far as taking one of your stuffed animals as hostage for good measure.

—

Your stuffed animal didn’t make it through the night. He woke up to the sight of it practically flattened in his hold, its whole body a deformed pancake. Instinctively digging his nails into his palms, Simon had to make sure he’s not hallucinating or dreaming. It’s a habit he picked up whenever things got too… happy for him. He looked around the room which is now bathed in sunlight, meaning he had slept for a full—he glanced at the clock by your bed—thirteen hours. He sat up in bed, leaving the toy alone to hopefully recover.

Going on autopilot, he did his morning routine and only when he saw you out and about in his hoodie did he snap out of his stupor.

It was the violet one from the top of his luggage pile, the one he remembers wearing when you first met him under that awning. He smiled at the sight of you looking so perfect in it, couldn’t help but appreciate you and sear the moment into his mind. He’s glad that he gets to meet you, see you in your day-to-day life, and that he gets to feel normal for the briefest moment of his life. He spotted your morning tea sitting on the kitchen counter and headed towards it immediately. He hates the way you take your tea; it’s ridiculously weak, unbearably sweet, and probably seventy percent milk, but he drinks it in one go. Just to annoy you.

And how adorable you are when you’re annoyed. He grins widely as you stare at him in disbelief. He’s convinced that you think he takes his tea exactly as you do from all the times he’s drunk and remakes it for you. Right now you’re storming right at him, groaning his name in protest, your face twisted in exasperation. He opens his arms to receive whatever you deem fit as punishment, so you trudge into him like a bull, planting your face onto his bare chest, taking both of you down onto the sofa, collapsing into a fit of grumbles amidst his giggles.

He touches you delicately and affectionately, as if afraid you would break away and disappear if he touched you any other way. His back had started to hurt from the position he found himself in, so he cradled you in his hold as moved into a better position. Your head had been momentarily dislodged from his chest and onto the sweet junction on his neck.

You were sitting on his lap, breaths calming down to a slow and steady rhythm as you slowly got more comfortable in his arms. Feeling you relax in his embrace puts another smile on his face, bringing solace into his heart like nothing else could. Putting a hand down to your thigh, he absent-mindedly traced circles into your skin, and found himself fervently licking his lips when he felt you shift on his lap.

“Simon…”

He peppers kisses to the top of your head, and you moaned when his fingers slipped under your shirt, brushing against your skin. He stared you down, taking in your flushed face, your inability to look at him, and the way you bite your lip. He breathes in your scent, desperately committing every single detail to memory. His free hand caressed your neck, tilting your head up so you’d look back at him. He slowly kissed a burning path up your neck, trying to find soft spots as he licked and nibbled, stopping just shy of your mouth as his lips hover over yours.

You meet his lips eagerly as he kisses you, a needy, open mouthed kiss. You inched forwards, pressing yourself closer to him; your hands roaming whichever part of him you could as your forearm rests on his shoulders. There was something about hearing your quieted moans that made him burn hotter, made something in his chest loosen. Planting both hands on your waist, he couldn't help but to smirk as you let out a little yelp, breaking the kiss.

“Something wrong, love?”

—

The audacity of this man to be cheeky when he’s the one that started all this.

You unhooked your hands from behind his neck and cupped his jaw as you started to grind down on his erection. He meets your gaze with that same lust reflected in his eyes. You heard the strain in his voice when he said your name, felt his grip tighten on your waist as his darkened gaze flickered from your eyes to your mouth. Unable to help himself, one of his hands moves up to loosely grip your chin before placing a delicate thumb on your bottom lip.

Opening your mouth to start sucking on his digit, the coarseness of his thumb on your tongue spurs you to go even further. You let go of his face to better manoeuvre his hands, letting go of his thumb with a soft wet pop to move onto his index and middle. Simon hummed in appreciation as his other hand slid up your torso to cup your breast. Shivering at the contact, you inadvertently squirm harder against his cock.

His other hand lowered from your chest down to your hips to calm you down and held fast to steady you. He groaned as you fought in his hold, grinding harder on him.

“Easy, love.” he synced his hip movements with yours, pressing his erection closer to your clothed cunt when you didn’t stop.

Your eyes flickered towards his to find him staring intently at your mouth with a heavy lidded gaze. You try not to drool all over him or yourself over his relentless hold on your mouth.

—

Watching your tongue fidget beneath his fingers was intoxicating to him, so was the steady stream of your saliva from your mouth to his wrist. You dipped your head closer to his as he let go, and your mouth was on his again, kissing him more insistently this time. You parted your lips to lap at his, begging him to open his mouth. It was getting harder for him to hold himself back, not while you cup his face with such tenderness and inch further to get as close to him as possible. Simon finally opened his mouth, deepening the kiss as you whined and lapped at his tongue.

A smile spreads across Simon’s face, breaking the kiss only for you to lean forwards and chase after him. Finding out you were an impatient little thing awakened a dark sense of joy inside him. He tastes you, feels all of you, looks at your happy face and willingly gets lost in it. You paw at his pants, eager to slide it off him. Hissing through gritted teeth as cold air meets his burning skin, he yanks your underwear aside and feels a rush of accomplishment wash over him as he discovers that you were already leaking for him. A light brush of his fingertips along your folds had you breathing hoarsely by his ear, and in retaliation came a long upward wet lick on his neck that ends up as a nibble on his earlobe.

Precum generously dribbled down his length, he couldn’t help but to let out an appreciative grunt, shuddering at the feel of your hands pumping his cock. Your pace turns more erratic as he easily slides a finger into you.

You keened his name as he added another, your breaths coming in quick puffs as you latch onto any part of him you could reach with your mouth and started sucking. He was glad he went out shirtless so he didn’t have to bother with taking his clothes off.

Simon involuntarily laughs as he slowly eases his finger out, leaving a string of slick from your wet cunt to his fingers, earning him a particularly hard suck on his chest. He can’t wait to see the colour on it. “On your knees love, on the floor.”

He watched you in muted fascination as you obediently got on your knees without breaking eye contact, giving him kitten licks before fully putting his cock into your mouth, feeling your tongue on the underside of his shaft made the world blur around the edges of his vision into mere colours.

Oh, he won’t last long.

You swirl your tongue, going deeper with each bob of your head, testing your gag reflex. He couldn’t help but to thread his fingers in your hair, guiding you to go slower. His cock twitched dangerously close to cumming as you bat your lashes at him. There was something about you, your mouth, your skin, your smell, and the sight of you fingering yourself that inched him closer and closer to bliss.

“Enough love.” He commanded, his voice tilting dangerously close to a tone he uses in combat, borderline close to yanking your hair as you resisted his order, disobediently dragging your tongue torturously slow on his vein. “Turn around.”

Unmoving, you gave him little licks and kisses with an air of defiance, making him gather all his remaining strength and control to not start manhandling you as he desperately wants to.

—

The soulmate bond pulled you so close to pure pleasure that you decided to drag Simon down with you. His cock felt as if it was made for you, the shape and girth of it made it dangerously easy to pull into your mouth. You wonder how it would feel inside you.

You hear him almost snarl when you lingered instead of listening to his command, his erection painfully hard and angry in the palm of his hand. Batting your wet lashes at him, you slowly turn around to brace yourself at the coffee table.

Hope it doesn’t break.

It held both your weight surprisingly well for an ikea table with thin legs; Simon didn’t hesitate to cage you in as soon as he strips you of his hoodie, feeling his solid front on your bare back as one hand expertly pinching and rolling your nipple, while the other rubs the area where your womb sits. You moan embarrassingly loud at the gesture, no one had ever held you in reverence like this before.

Time moved torturously slow for you, he was now in full control and took his time biting and sucking hickeys onto your neck as he ruts in-between your thighs. You can’t help but whine every time his cockhead catches on your clit, each time giving less friction as both of your sex are covered by a heady mix of his precum and your fluids.

He ruts harder as he holds the lower part of your hips, keeping your legs together, holding you tighter and pulling you back until your ass meets his hip every time he thrusts. His tongue licks a long wet strip at the nape of your neck as his movements halts down to a complete stop and you…wait.

The vision of the living room beats in tandem with your heart, each second that passes feels agonisingly long. Wiggling your ass impatiently, he rewards you with a painful bite on your ear, making you yelp. The feeling of surprise wasn’t even close to being recognised when your brain focuses on the feel of him lining himself up, the tip of his cock pressing relentlessly against your folds. He grabs your hip tighter when you try to accommodate yourself and push back into him.

“Don’t.” He mutters an order against your skin, inhaling deeply. “I wanna savour you.”

At that moment you don’t even know what that even means, you’re too busy honing in on his cock that’s slowly but adamantly inching into you, thrusting shallowly and easing you everytime he feels resistance.

“That’s it love, there we go.” He breathes out harshly as you feel him bottom out, his hips flush against your ass, eliciting little whimpers from you as he stays still.

You moaned when he pulled almost all the way out, thrusting slowly and deeply into you everytime. Every movement he made is deliberately slow, like he’s there to enjoy his moment and you don’t matter. Tears roll down your cheeks and pool onto the table you were crowded against, he moved nowhere near fast enough to build you up. He hears you audibly sob and stays still inside you.

“Y’aight?” He asks, turning your head a little so he can repeatedly kiss your cheek. He lets out a little shaky laugh that borders on condescension, “Too much?”

Oh fuck you.

“H-harder, Simon.” you choked out, and he obeys. His hips snapped onto yours in an instant. His arms envelop you even tighter; one of his hands slides down to circle your clit as his rhythm picks up and his thrusts become more forceful.

The poor little table squeaks and jostles every time he bucks into you, his large hands roam your body feverishly, his pace increasing as he becomes more vocal, muttering borderline incoherent praises.

You weren’t far behind either, the constant barrage of yesyessimonyespleasedontstopyes spurs him to rail you more vigorously, sliding out completely before slamming back into you harder, faster, his hands a bruising grip on your hips at this point. With eyes clouded, mind unable to think about anything but to clench around his cock and your pussy at his mercy, you wailed as you came to an abrupt climax, clinging onto the table as he continued ramming into you. His pace became more erratic and animalistic as he got closer to his release. It didn’t take long for you to gradually feel the warmth of lust again, his ecstasy leaking into the soulmate bond overriding the pain of over-stimulation as he came with a stutter of his hips.

He eased his hold on you, his hands merely holding you in place, to not let you fall sideways onto the floor. You feel his cock twitch inside, before he pulls out with an uncharacteristic moan. You slowly turn your head towards him and can only watch as he eyed his copious amount of cum dripping out of you.

—

The mean voice that he’s used to listening in his head whispers at him to just bully his softening cock back into you, to stop his stream of cum wastefully trickling onto the floor. Maybe grab both your hands from behind so you can’t fight back. He reluctantly lifts his gaze from your leaking cunt to watch you catch your breath, resting your cheek on the table, seeing how your continuous panting leaves a foggy patch on the surface.

It took a long while for you two to come down from the high, with him collapsing like a sack of potatoes behind you, taking you with him to ease both your knees. He hears and feels your little whimpers as he holds your waist steady with one arm, his thumb mindlessly going in circles.

He patiently watches the shadows move as the sun rises higher, as either of you are sitting comfortably on the floor, his back resting against the sofa.

“Don’t think I’ve ever came that much before.” He spoke up, feeling the cum that dribbled from between your legs has now reached his. Worry has started to seep in. The gears in his head have started turning again.

“I’m on birth control, don’t worry.” You answered, rather coldly, if he may be paranoid about it.

“Got caught up in the moment, won’t happen again.”

“Same.” You turned your head towards the kitchen and he followed your gaze, “Make us some tea, Simon?” You sweetly asked him as you left a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

He would freely hand you his still bleeding heart if you ask him with that tone of voice. Never in his life had he dreamt of meeting someone like you. But here he is, basking in your glow, maybe the first time in what feels like forever that he felt comfortable sitting in silence with another human being. Where the stillness stops being oppressive and his consciousness is free of doubt and uncertainty. He feels... Safe.

Is this love?

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