#he goes from cute to focused in the third gif and then back to cute im

[illiterateaffairs]

DISTRACTIONS III | YOU’RE KINDA CUTE

pairing: jamie tartt x f!reader (ted lasso)

rating: T

word count: 5,528

summary: so you’ve just had a one night stand with one of the star footballers on the team you work for. you can be totally normal about it, right? 

A/N: ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO IS READING AND LEAVING THE NICEST AND FUNNIEST COMMENTS, I ADORE YOU ALL! this is kind of a long one, and i finally dip into jamie’s POV, which I’ll do more in the upcoming chapters. also as you can tell, this series takes place in season 3, but very loosely. like, roy is just going to have to deal with sharing jamie with the reader and not hogging him for training :)

distractions masterlist | previous chapter

Waking up the next morning is harder than you thought it would be. It's not because of the champagne flutes you were knocking back at Sam’s restaurant. In fact, you feel the most comfortable and well rested you have in a long time. It’s because of this that you absolutely loathe the idea of opening your eyes and getting out of bed when your alarm goes off at 7AM. Instinctually, you’re quick to turn off the grating noise, but when you begrudgingly try to sit up, you’re held down by a weight you don’t recognize. Opening one eye, you see it’s a person and their arm is wrapped securely around you. And not just any person; Jamie fucking Tartt. 

After pushing through your grogginess, you’re able to recall the events of last night; driving home with Jamie, kissing him and inviting him inside, sleeping with him. It was so out of character for you to hook up with a guy you barely knew. Sure, Jamie wasn’t a stranger and he wasn’t a complete jerk, but normally you wouldn’t even consider having sex until at least the third date. Not that you were planning on dating Jamie. That would be absurd. 

You didn’t regret it though. If there was one thing about Jamie’s reputation that he could be proud of, it was that he was indeed good in bed. Excellent even. It's probably why you slept so well last night. Even if Jamie came off as a bit self-centered, he definitely wasn’t when it came to knowing how to please you. 

Your eyes narrow, flashing back to a brief moment last night after the two of you finished round three. Did you say…thank you? God, you hope it was just something you thought in the haze of it all before falling asleep. 

Brushing past that, you angle yourself toward him more, as well as you can pinned under his left arm. Your eyes scan his face as he sleeps soundly beside you. He didn’t seem at all disturbed by your phone alarm a few moments ago. You’re not used to seeing the man so relaxed, because when you’re with him he’s either focused on playing football or annoyed with Zava. But right now he looks at peace. Glancing over, you also take note of his sleeve tattoo for the first time, tracing the designs on his arms lightly with your fingers. You’re once again confronted with the fact that you know so little about this man, and yet here you were in one of the most intimate situations you can be with a person. Observing his face again, you wonder what the two of you will do now. Jamie’s probably done this a million times, but you certainly haven’t. And you work together; you’ll see him everyday. 

You’re momentarily pulled from your anxious thoughts as Jamie lets out a long, quiet breath, but doesn’t wake. For a second, you’re distracted by how cute you find him in this moment. No. No. You are not getting attached to Jamie. This was a one time thing. That's all you wanted. That’s probably all he ever wanted. And you’re in no shape for a relationship right now. 

You take the risk to test just how heavy of a sleeper Jamie is, sliding out from beneath his arm. You mentally cheer when he just rolls over and continues sleeping. You quickly throw on a robe and some clean underwear before tiptoeing out of the room. In an effort to calm your nerves ahead of an impending conversation when he does wake up, you decide to make breakfast. Normally on work mornings you’d settle for something light, like toast or oatmeal. However, those meals will not take long enough to provide ample distraction from your racing thoughts. So, you decide in addition to toast that you’ll make some omelets. And bacon for good measure; Jamie probably likes bacon. You also wash some fruit because why the hell not. 

Everything is plated on your kitchen table when you hear movement from back in your bedroom. You’re pouring yourself a glass of juice when Jamie wanders into the room, buttoning up his shirt from last night. Before turning to face him, you psych yourself up and plaster a smile on your face. Be casual. However, once the two of you make eye contact, you both freeze and say nothing.

After a few seconds of silence that feel like hours, you force words to come out of your mouth.

“Apple juice?” Nice.

Jamie’s head jerks back in surprise, but a barely there smile forms on his face. “Apple juice? That’s what you’re offering?”

You shrug, deciding to push past how bizarre this is and try to roll with it, “What? It's the superior juice. Sorry I don’t have tea. I don’t really know how to make it- or care to- since, you know, it's disgusting.”

Jamie laughs softly, but gives you a curious look. You must’ve not done a good job at acting normal, because it seems he caught onto your nervousness, “You alright?”

You let your shoulders drop and decide to be honest, “I’m sorry, I just…I’ve never had a one night stand before.”

Jamie quirks an eyebrow, “You don’t say?”

You smile in spite of yourself, “I know, such a shocker, right?”

The footballer takes a moment to glance at the table behind you, “Well, first thing you should know is that most people don’t make breakfast for their one night stands.”

Despite saying that, Jamie takes a seat at your table and starts chewing on a strip of bacon. You roll your eyes playfully, but join him.

“I cook when I’m nervous,” not letting him linger on that admission you question him, “What about you? Do people usually stay the night after a one night stand?”

Jamie smiles through mouthfuls of egg and cheese. “Are you kicking me out?”

“No!” You assure too quickly, “I guess I’m just wondering what you’re thinking. And wondering how I’m going to look you in the eye at work to be honest. Like I said, I don't usually do this kind of thing.”

“I won’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about. And I promise it won’t be weird. We can just carry on and keep making fun of how annoyed Roy gets at Ted’s jokes.” 

You let yourself laugh as you push a grape around your plate with your fork. 

“But last night was okay?” Jamie asks, showing his first hint of unsureness, “It was good for you, yeah?

“Oh yeah,” you nod eagerly, touched that he was a little nervous too, “Last night was…really great.” 

“Good,” he smiles again, “Just want to make sure it was at least a step up from the last guy.”

You snort, “Try five steps. At least.” You turn back to Jamie and a satisfied smirk is growing on his face, “Oh, don’t let that go to your head. That is not a difficult accomplishment, trust me.” 

“Well, like I said, it’s good you left him.” You nod in agreement. 

The two of you chat for a few more minutes as you finish up your breakfast. You get up, wanting to grab a shower before work. 

“Can I walk you out?” you ask.

Jamie shakes his head, “I think I remember the way.”

You nod with a tiny smile as he heads toward the kitchen doorway, “So, I’ll see you at the club then later, probably?”

“You will.”

You bid each other a goodbye, but as you turn to put your dishes in the sink, Jamie speaks up again.

“Oh, and one more thing. You’re welcome.” Jamie shoots you a wink before leaving you alone. 

Fuck, I did say that out loud. 

You know you’re being paranoid but it feels like everyone is staring at you when you arrive at the club later that morning. There is no reason anyone would know that you hooked up with Jamie last night but you can’t help but feel your face get hot as you pass coworkers on your way through the halls. You’re so in your head that you fully run into Sam on the way to your office. You can hardly meet his eye as he enthusiastically greets you. 

“I hope you slept well last night.”

“What?” your eyes bulge in panic and you laugh awkwardly, “Why would you ask that?”

Sam gives you a weird look, “When you were leaving, you said you had been exhausted so I was just wondering if you were more rested today.”

You relax; you did say that. “Oh, right. Yes, thank you, I slept great last night. Amazingly. Not too amazing. Just a normal good night's sleep. Snug in my bed. Alone.”

Sam still seems confused by your energy, but nevertheless smiles again. He seems none the wiser as he jogs off to the locker rooms before training. However, once he’s out of your view, your eyes lock onto Rebecca’s who had been watching on from behind him. Her expression lets on that she’s definitely onto you. 

“Good morning,” she greets pleasantly, with a mischievous look, “Can I walk you to your office?” 

You don’t even try to argue as you lead her down the hallway in silence. You try not to roll your eyes as she makes a show of getting comfortable on the couch in your office. 

She wastes no time once you shut the door. “So, you had sex last night.”

You groan, lightly pressing your head to your office door, “How could you possibly know that?”

“I always know,” Rebecca shrugs, “You look a lot less tense today.”

You turn to her sharply, “You’re saying I looked tense before?” 

“Not in a bad way. You just look lighter today. And very suspicious.” 

You walk over to her, crossing your arms. “Okay fine. I slept with someone. But I’m not telling you who it was.”

Rebecca stares at you for all of five seconds before she says, “Jamie?”

You let out an exasperated sigh as you plop down on the couch, burying your face in a cushion, “How do you do that?”

The blonde woman gasps and sits up a bit straighter, “I was going to say it's a gift, but maybe it's a curse. Jamie was just a hunch, since he left the restaurant last night a couple minutes after you did. You actually had sex with Jamie Tartt?”

You peek out at her from behind the pillow, “Yes?”

“Oh, sweetheart,” she sighs.

“What's so wrong about that?” you move to sit up, hugging the pillow to your chest. “I haven’t been with anyone since Mason, and the opportunity presented itself with Jamie. Don’t I deserve a good time every once in a while?”

“Of course but with Jamie?”

“He’s not that bad,” you protest softly.

Rebecca nods, “I know that. Jamie is a good guy. I just wonder if he’s good for you. When he was with Keeley-”

“Oh, my God, he dated Keeley?” you gasp, covering your face with the pillow again. Muffled you murmur, “Is she going to hate me?”

“No, Keeley will not hate you,” Rebecca assures, playing with a few pieces of your hair to coax you back up to her, “I’m sure she could care less what Jamie does. That’s my point - he was not a good boyfriend when they were together. 

“Well, that’s my point. I’m not looking for a boyfriend. It was just a one time thing. I just needed to distract myself from spiraling over Mason.” 

Rebecca still feels unsure, but she gives you a tight smile and nods. “That's fair.” She reaches out to take your hand, “I know you don’t like talking about it, but if you ever need to vent or talk through anything regarding your breakup, I’m always here. You know that I get what all that's like.”

You smile, giving her hand a squeeze. “I know. I appreciate it, but I think I’m alright for now.” 

“Good.”

“One more thing though. Can you not tell…”

“I promise I will not tell Ted.”

You grimace, “Okay, him too. I was actually going to say Keeley. I know that's asking a lot since she’s your best friend, but I don’t want to risk losing her friendship over a dumb one night stand.”

Rebecca gives you another reassuring smile, “I won’t tell her either.”

“Thank you.”

“Just call me Rebecca Welton: keeper of your secrets.” 

“Oh, my God, I am so sorry.” you sigh, “I need to stop doing things I don’t want other people to know.”

Rebecca laughs, squeezing your hand one last time before standing up, “You are fine. You’re young. You’re allowed to be messy and have secrets.” She smooths out her attire as she grabs the doorknob. “But you need to relax and stop acting so weird around the office. You had sex, so what? That's not a bad thing. You don’t need to shout it from the rooftops but you can be proud of it.”

“I’ll do my best,” you laugh. She nods encouragingly before heading out the door. 

You do feel yourself walk with your head held a bit higher after that. 

The rest of your work day goes a lot better. You help Rebecca with some paperwork, shadow the team during training, and round out the evening by having dinner in your office with Ted. The only time you saw Jamie was during their practice. He didn’t act out of the ordinary, so you didn’t either, both of you exchanging polite smiles like you always did. 

You don’t notice the way he looks over at you a few times between drills. 

Now you and Keeley were headed to the locker rooms, with coffees in hand, to assist Shandy with the Bantr video shoot. You’re proud that you play it totally cool and don’t manage to accidentally confess you’d hooked up with her ex last night. 

As if Father Time knew when you were coming, Jamie is the next player to hop in front of the camera. You smile unconsciously as he gets touch ups, before snapping yourself out of it to refocus on the conversation Shandy and Keeley were having. It was about Jamie of course. 

You start to find your cardboard coffee cup really interesting when Shandy comments on how attractive Jamie is. And you try not to sweat as Keeley starts listing off his red flags, only to follow up with comments about how he’s grown recently. You peak over at her as she looks at him on the monitor. Please, please don’t still have feelings for him. If you get back together I really won’t be able to look either of you in the eye. 

“He only thinks with his dick,” Keeley muses jokingly before continuing thoughtfully, “Yet, I don’t think he’s seen anyone in ages.”

You busy yourself by taking a sip of coffee so you don’t pull a face.

Shandy gives Keeley a look, “I just want to know if I can bang him, babe.”

You almost choke on your drink. 

“Oh,” Keeley manages a laugh, “I don’t know, you should probably ask him. It’s his dick.”

Shandy laughs along with her, nudging your arm. “What do you think?”

You try not to let your eyes become saucers. “Who, me?” She nods as if that's a dumb question - which it is. “I hardly know the guy. But like Keeley said, it's his dick. Consent is key.”

Shandy smirks, “Alright works for me. I’ll have to see what he’s doing later.”

You try not to be bothered by that. 

Later, Keeley and Shandy let you head out while they close up shop on the shoot. Most of the team has cleared out, but you say goodnight to the few players you pass on the way back to your office to pick up your things. You’re caught off guard when you find Jamie waiting in one of the chairs in front of your desk. 

“Hey, what’s up?” you ask curiously, shutting your door behind you. “Thought you left after you shot your promo.”

Jamie shook his head, “Nah, wanted to check on you first.” 

That makes you feel nothing. 

“Oh? Why?”

“I dunno. I knew you were feeling weird about everything this morning. Wanted to know how your day went.”

You smile softly at him, “I appreciate that.” You recall Rebecca’s pep talk this morning, “But, I’m feeling a lot better. In fact I feel great.” 

“Good, you should,” Jamie smirks standing up, “And just so you know, I had a good time last night, too. You were also much better than the last girl I was with.”

You almost feel flattered, before your face twists in disgust, “Please don’t tell me that girl was Keely. Not that I need to know where I stand in comparison to Keeley, because I really do not, but I do feel weird knowing you two used to date.”

While Jamie is amused by your nervous rambling, he also appears a bit dejected at the mention of his ex, “No, Keeley was not the last person I was with. You also do not need to worry about that. Keeley could not give less of a shit what I do anymore, I’m sure.”

Both he and Rebecca made a similar comment to that effect. You’re dying to know more but you know it's none of your business. So you give him a reassuring smile instead, “Okay, cool. How was the rest of your day?”

Jamie shrugs, “Not as good as it started,” he winks, “but alright I guess. Roy has me doing extra training between practices now.”

You ignore his cheeky remark, “Really? That sounds awful.”

“S’not so bad. If I want to be the best player on the team, I got to put in the work.”

You nod thoughtfully, “Well if it means anything, and I'm sure it doesn’t since I don’t know shit about football, but I think you’re already pretty great.”

An unfamiliar expression casts over Jamie’s face as he blinks at you. He awkwardly breaks eye contact before responding, “Um, thank you.”

“‘Course,” you let the silence blanket the room for a bit before you’re making a comment you know you’ll regret later. “So, I think you were right. Shandy definitely does want to take a bite out of you.”

Jamie lets out a surprised huff, looking back up at you, “What? Why do you say that?”

“She was really enjoying your promo video earlier.”

Jamie hums, nodding. “And what did you think?”

You shrug innocently, “I thought it was fine.” 

“Uh-huh. And if you saw me on Bantr, would you swipe right?”

“Not how that app works,” Jamie gives you a look and you give him one right back, “I think you already know my answer.” 

“Hmm,” he smiled, pleased with himself. 

“Would you-?”

“Swipe right on you? Thousand percent.”

“No,” you roll your eyes but bite back a smile, “On Shandy?”

“Oh.” he pauses, ���Would it bother you if I did?”

You shake your head semi-quickly, “I’ll remind you, we just had a one night stand. I have no jurisdiction over any of your other nights.”

The side of Jamie’s lips quirk up, “Fair enough. Well, I will leave you to it then. I’d offer to drive you, but I have to meet Roy soon for another training session and he’ll be even more grumpy if I’m late.” 

“You’re going to train again?” you ask in disbelief as he opens your office door.

“Yeah.”

“God, I can’t even get myself to work out once a week.”

“I dunno, you were pretty athletic last night.”

You groan, shoving him through the door, “Okay, get the fuck out of here, Tartt.”

“I’m really glad we can joke about this.” 

“Get out!”

He laughs as he strolls down the hallway and around the corner, you unable to not watch as he goes. 

You can’t help but note he never confirmed or denied interest in Shandy. Once again, you try not to be bothered by it.

When you leave a few minutes later, though, you catch Shandy and Keeley in the parking lot, and note that Jamie’s car is already gone. This time, you try not to be pleased with this information. 

On Saturday, you join Rebecca and Keeley in a suite for Richmond’s match against West Ham. You learned this match was a big deal for two reasons.

One: Rebecca’s ex-husband, Rupert, owned the club. As soon as Rebecca introduces him when you run into him and his new wife, Bex, a chill runs down your spine. Even through forced pleasantries, he just oozes sliminess. 

Two: Their head coach used to be an assistant coach for Richmond; Nathan Shelley. A few weeks after you moved, Beard informed you that the man blew up at Ted for some reason. That was only after he leaked information to the press about Ted having a panic attack during the game. Beard made you swear you wouldn’t tell Ted that he’d told you this. Not because Ted wouldn’t want you know about his anxiety; you’d actually had a sweet conversation with him after the news broke last year, even confiding in him about your own mental health struggles. But Beard knew that Ted wouldn’t want you worrying about the Nate situation. So you promised his best friend you wouldn’t mention it. 

That still didn’t stop you from rooting for his- and Rupert’s- imminent demise. On the field, of course. 

You sneak away from Rebecca and Keeley to grab some locker room footage for AFC Richmond’s socials. When you arrive in the doorway, you look to Ted for a signal that everyone is decent before entering. The energy in the room immediately feels different than usual, especially following their win streak. You know they’re going into today’s game with something to prove. You knock on a locker softly to grab their attention and two dozen pairs of eyes land on you. 

“Hey boys. I don’t want to keep you, but would a few of you be open to doing some videos for our stories?”

A few team members including Sam, Zoreaux (who’s going by Van Damme now), and Jamie for some reason kindly volunteer, and you pull them off to the side. One by one, you have the boys record a video on how they’re feeling about today’s match, that you’ll post to Instagram. You don’t know if you do it on purpose or not, but you save Jamie for last. You hope he doesn’t notice the cadence. Now, just the two of you, he flashes you a grin before you record his segment. 

“Can I see?” he asks after you’re done, “Got to make sure you’ve got my angles right.”

You snort, but nod him over to look at your phone. You hold your breath momentarily as he leans in next to you. Nodding after the video replays, he turns to look at you, your faces inches apart.

“Looks good.”

“Yeah,” you breath out, “You’re a one take wonder.”

His lips turn into a smirk. Neither of you say anything for a while, as your eyes study each other's faces. You wonder what he’s thinking. You know what you’re thinking; his eyes are somehow really pretty in this terrible fluorescent locker room lighting. 

You blink for maybe the first time in sixty seconds as you hear Ted calling for the team to huddle up for a pre-game pep talk. 

“That’s my cue,” you whisper. “Good luck out there today, Jamie.”

His smirk melts into a genuine smile, “Thank you.”

You return the gesture before pulling yourself out of his orbit. You skip past the rest of the team, wishing them all luck. Beard and Ted give you nods and you high five Sam on the way out.

Back in Rebecca’s suite, you join her, Keeley, Higgins and some of Keeley’s coworkers. One of them turns out to own the company that finance’s Keely’s PR firm, Jack. After sipping on some drinks, your group settles into your box seats. You clock Rupert a couple boxes over. Glancing at Rebecca, you see that she’s noticed the same thing. You subtly squeeze her hand and lean over. 

“No matter what happens today, he’s still going to be the only loser between the two of you.” you quip softly. 

You’re pleased when you see her visibly relax. She gives you a grateful smile and squeezes your hand back. 

Unfortunately, her relaxed state doesn’t last very long. At half time West Ham is up by one. The match had been tough to watch. At one point, Richmond had the opportunity to score, had Jamie passed to Zava, but you felt your stomach twist when Jamie went for the goal himself and ended up missing. You could understand why he did it, but you wanted to see them win this game. You knew he and the whole team must be feeling the pressure three times as much as you were. You never thought you’d care this much about sports.

You and your friends try to make small talk while the teams regroup in the locker room, but everyone’s still feeling the stress of the game. Rebecca had even left to go who-knows-where to shake off her anxieties. Although, you get a moment of reprieve when Keeley asks Shandy if she’d gone out with Jamie yet, and the girl exasperatedly informs everyone that he turned her down. You manage not to outwardly smile. 

Everyone in your section is immediately alert a few minutes later when both teams start making their way back to the pitch. West Ham enters first, energy high, followed by the Greyhounds who look…less than thrilled. You can feel the tension radiating off of them from your seat, as they all seem to throw death glares at Nate. 

You’re not sure what happened in the locker room to cause this shift in attitude, but you hoped it meant they’d play tougher this half. 

Oh how wrong you were. 

The team was practically feral, pushing, shoving and literally throwing the West Ham players to the ground. You found yourself wincing on multiple occasions at the violence. You were shocked that even Sam was engaging in the aggression. By the end of the game, Richmond was down half their players and lost the match 4 to 1. 

You can barely comprehend what you just witnessed. After digesting everything, and hopefully giving everyone time to cool down, you let Keeley know you’d meet her and Rebecca out front, Rebecca having already vacated the suite, mumbling expletives in her wake. You head down to the locker room again to find the team in what could only be described as different states of denial. They also looked a bit…ashamed. 

As if sensing your presence, Jamie’s eyes snap up and land on your figure. Despite the fact that he feels like absolute shit right now, seeing you alleviates half of his stress. He nearly stands to meet you in the doorway, when Sam approaches you and you engulf him in a hug. Jamie’s nervous energy shifts into a feeling he doesn’t recognize. All he knows is he wishes there was someone that could comfort him after this loss, or any loss, really. But he doesn’t have the relationship with you that you do with Sam. Maybe if you got to know each other better, you’d consider him a closer friend; one you’d go to when you knew he felt shitty. One he could go to when he wanted to talk about something. Anything. But you weren’t those kinds of friends yet. He briefly wonders if you even consider him a friend, but he’s not lingering on that thought right now. 

He tries not to stare as you continue talking to Sam, before Sam leaves to hit the showers. You exchange what he imagines are words of affirmation with Colin and Isaac, too, before you’re heading back to the door. You pause and turn around again, eyes scanning the room before they land on his, as if that were their destination. He lifts his head out of its place in his hand. You only give him a sad smile and a head nod before you’re turning around again. You nearly run into Ted when you do. He watches as you and Ted exchange words briefly, before you squeeze the coach's arm and disappear around the corner. 

Jamie sighs. You’ve had sex with him and all he gets is a fucking head nod, while Ted Lasso gets a pat on the arm. 

He doesn’t think the day can get much worse, until Zava sashays into the room, with a disappointed look plastered across his face. He doesn’t waste any time hiding his frustrations with the team for their actions in the second half, as if he’s never done anything wrong in his life. Jamie rolls his eyes and heads to the showers himself. 

Jamie slugs through the rest of the evening in a daze. He barely registers going from the match to the bus, and then back to his home. He tries to find something on TV to distract himself from his anxious energy, but he can’t focus on anything. He briefly considers going out to some bar or club, but he’s really not in the mood. He settles on texting Roy to see if he’s up for a late night workout, but for some reason the guy chooses tonight to be a reasonable human being and tells Jamie to take the night off. 

He’s pacing around his living room when he gets one last idea. It's not a great idea, and he’s definitely going to regret it, regardless if it went well or not. But before he can talk himself out of it, he’s grabbing his keys and slamming his front door shut. 

You’re camped out on your couch as one of your favorite The Nanny reruns plays on the TV. You find yourself zoning out, though, replaying the events of the match. 

Sam had given you insight on what went down with him and the team. He informed you during half time, they learned that Nate had destroyed the Believe sign that hung in their locker room. While ripping a piece of paper hardly seemed like a reason to go full attack-mode, you understood when Sam explained that the sign, and Ted’s belief system, had been what began to unite them as a team a couple years ago. Your heart warmed at how much Ted clearly meant to Sam and the team, and while their methods may have not been perfect, you admired how protective they were over your uncle. 

You wonder how Jamie’s taking it. Even though you’ve become a lot more comfortable around him, you still felt awkward approaching him in the locker room in front of the team. But you secretly longed to ask how he was. Despite not knowing a whole lot about him, he always seemed especially attached to Ted, so you could only imagine how he’d taken everything this afternoon. Although, you don’t remember him participating in most of the fighting. He’d just played a bit more aggressively. 

You’re typing and retyping a text to Jamie, figuring out the best way to check in without seeming invasive. Before you have the chance to debate your words any longer, there’s a knock on your door. Your heart rate spikes. Who the hell would be knocking on your door at 10PM? You slowly approach the door, your mind making up some crap about London being a crime-free city to put your anxieties at ease. You quietly peek through the peep-hole. Letting out a loud sigh of relief, you unlock the door and pull it open. 

“Jamie, what are you doing here? Are you okay?”

The footballer gives you a once over before shaking his head decidedly, “No.”

Worried, you part your mouth to respond, but don’t get the chance when he’s suddenly cupping your face and kissing you, firmly but gently. Your hands automatically find his arms to steady yourself, as the two of you stumble further into your apartment. You kiss him back for a few more seconds, before parting slightly.

“Jamie,” you whisper in question against his lips.

“I’m sorry, I know you wanted this to be a one time thing but do you think you can make an exception tonight?” he breathes heavily, nestling his forehead to yours, “Today was shit and I just, I need…”

You nod furiously, not needing him to continue, “I know, it's okay.” You kiss him once, twice. “I can do a two-time thing.” 

He huffs out a laugh in relief before pulling you closer for an even more passionate kiss. He kicks your door shut before pushing you in the direction of your bedroom. 

Later that night when you’re both coming down from your highs, and Jamie’s laying on top of you, with his head buried in your neck, you hear him whisper cheekily, “Thank you.”

Leave it to Jamie to make you flush with embarrassment and laugh out loud, as your naked bodies tangle together. 

What a fucking prick. 

A/N: CAN’T WAIT TO HEAR WHAT Y’ALL THINK! also this gif, hello??

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Nishinoya x fem! Reader

In this story, Nishinoya is buying stuff at ukais store only to meet a girl.

Nishinoya pov:

I was in Ukai’s store getting some food. It’s Friday and when I get home I’m gonna eat and then sleep. I heard this beautiful voice singing while she had headphones on. She was at the front counter so she must work here. She was even prettier than her voice. The way she focused on what she was writing. The way her hair perfectly flowed in front of her faced and how perfect she looked putting it behind her ear. She stopped singing and looked up at me. I blushed really hard and went into an aisle. I heard her chuckle and scolded myself for staring. She was truly incredible.

I picked out what I was gonna buy and walked to the counter. I set down the things and she looked up at me. She smiled and started scanning my items. I felt myself get nervous. But like it was more nervous than usually. I can feel my face heating up and I can hear this mysterious girls angelic voice.

“Your total is ¥1700.” She says. I notice the slight tint of pink on her cheeks and the clear coat of nail polish on her nails. I snap out of my thought and pay.

“Oh! Sorry. Here.” I say.

“No worries.” She giggles. Is she flirting? She can’t be. She’s so pretty, wayyyyy out of my league. “You’re so pretty.” I say and quickly cover my mouth and I blush really hard. She smiles and blushes too. “Thank you.” she says looking down and back up at me.

“Uh could I maybe get your number?” I ask twiddling with my thumbs.

“Sure!” She said and grabs a piece of paper. “My name is Ukai y/n. What’s yours?” She asks. Her last name completely goes over my head and I tell her my name.

“N-Nishinoya Yū” I stuttered. DAMMIT. I really stuttered in front of this gorgeous girl. She hands me the piece of paper as well as my bag of purchased items. “Well Nishinoya, I hope to see you around.” She smiled and waved. JEEZ SHES SO PRETTY! Every single one of her movements were flawless and magical. And I got her number!!!!!!! WOOO! I basically ran home and added her into my contacts. I decided to text her after I finished my food so I didn’t seem super desperate.

Hey!!!!!! It’s Nishinoya from the store!

Hi Nishinoya :)

How are you???

Im great! What about you?

Im pretty good I’m pretty tired from practice.

Practice?

Yeah! I play volleyball!!!! I’m a libero do you play?

Oh yeah I do not on a team though. I play (your position)

Awesome!!!! We should play together sometime

Sure

Oh yeah! I’m a second year What year are you in?

Oh! I’m a third year.

That’s cool well I should go. It’s kinda late so !!!

Alright. Goodnight Nishinoya:)

Good night Y/nnnnnn

Your pov:

You put down your phone smiling to yourself. He was so cute the way he blushed. You wished you could talk to him forever.

“Im home.” Your brother walked in.

“Hi Keishin. How was work.” You asked. He coaches volleyball and then comes back to the store to work so I can go home.

“It was fine.” He responded. You smiled to yourself. “Hey why are you all smiley?” He said pointing to me.

“Im met this boy. I got his number too!!” You said. “If he hurts you I’ll rip his head off. What’s his name?” He sat down next to year. You rolled you are at his first statement. “His name is Nishinoya Yū.” You said recalling how hard he was blushing. Causing you to blush yourself.

“WHAT??? I coach him.” He said. “I swear to god if he hurts you. So help me-”

“Keishin, I’ll be fine. He’s super sweet.” You said putting your hand on his shoulder. “Whatever you say.” He says.

“Ima go take a shower.” He kisses your head and walks to the bathroom.

“A volleyball player, huh?” You smile.

[xoxiu]

my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader

chapter thirteen table of contents masterlist join the taglist discord

summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.

tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline

taglist: @allamericanuniverse @llallaaa

The day was nearing the afternoon, and Kiwo still slept peacefully in the bedroom. Yoongi only knew this from the direct line of sight into the bedroom from the living room where he sat. While on what must have been his third cup of black coffee, he relaxed on the couch browsing the news on his phone while he sipped away. 

The quiet was quite enjoyable. 

Today was a rare day when Yoongi had nothing important to do. He wasn’t sure exactly how Kiwo would react to the change in pace, but by the looks of it, she was enjoying it too. Very rarely could she get the chance to sleep in so late. 

The pitter-patter of small feet drew Yoongi out of his thoughts. Soon enough Kiwo appeared in the doorway, eyes still half closed and one of Yoongi’s shirts falling off of her left shoulder. She rubbed her eyes with a fisted hand, trying to rid her eyes of sleep. She looked sleepy still, but absolutely beautiful. 

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Yoongi said with a smile. He placed his coffee on the coffee table and patted the spot on the couch next to him. “Come cuddle.”

”Wha’ time issit?” She asked voice slurred with sleep. She looked absolutely out of it, still half asleep and drowsy. 

“11:45, now come here.”

Kiwo yawned before dragging her feet over to the couch and plopping down next to Yoongi. Wrapping his arms around her waist, Yoongi placed Kiwo on his lap. 

“당신을 그 어떤 것보다도 더 사랑해요.”

Kiwo hummed in response, more focused on trying to reach the television remote on the table in front of her whilst being restrained by Yoongi’s strong arms. Besides, it’s not like she understood exactly what he said. 

“사랑해…”

Nothing. 

“Kiwoie, have you been studying?” 

“Mm.”

Yoongi gave a light slap to her thigh to get her attention. In response she laid her head back on Yoongi’s shoulder, nuzzling into his neck. 

“네~,” She said, voice light and accompanied by a smile. All Yoongi could do was shake his head. She was too cute to scold. 

“You need to study your Korean. Otherwise, I’ll send you to Jimin so he can teach you personally.”

”But I can’t learn from textbooks,” Kiwo whined, kicking a foot ever so slightly. It was true Yoongi had given Kiwo multiple workbooks and textbooks to study and practice with, but Kiwo was a university student- she should be able to comprehend a textbook. 

“이것은 뭐에요?” Yoongi asked, pointing to Kiwo’s leg. She stared for a while, deep in thought, while gently kicking her feet. 

“Uh… 아-”

”아니요.” Yoongi shook his head in disappointment. “Kiwo, you know this stuff.”

”코,” Kiwo said, pointing to Yoongi’s nose. “눈, 귀, 입.”

Yoongi smiled as Kiwo named off different parts of his face. She was at least learning something. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead before tapping her side, indicating for her to get up. She slid off his lap and onto the seat next to him. 

“Is there anything you want to do today?” Yoongi asked, running a hand through Kiwo’s tangled hair. She leaned into the touch, her eyes closing in bliss. It was weird, Yoongi thought, just how much her affection and tolerance for him changed depending on the hour. Hell, just last night Kiwo tried to kill him with her bare hands. Yoongi would pay obscene amounts of money to truly understand what goes through Kiwo’s silly head. 

Kiwo shrugged her shoulders. “Whatever you wanna do,” she said. 

“Let’s hang out at Seokjin’s again. I don’t think Jimin should be there today.” Yoongi noticed the subtle glare Kiwo sent his way. 

“How about no.” Grabbing Kiwo gently by the chin, Yoongi made direct eye contact with the young girl. 

“Sass isn’t cute, Kiwo. We’re going.”

Kiwo’s eyes widened in fear for a moment before a mischievous grin appeared on her face. She knelt down on the ground in between Yoongi’s legs, resting the side of her face against Yoongi’s thigh. 

“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked with a sigh, not liking where he thought she was going. 

And there she went. Kiwo nuzzled her face against Yoongi’s crotch, still keeping eye contact with the cutest, most innocent doe eyes. She acted as if she didn’t know what she was doing to him. 

Such a naughty girl. 

Using his palm, Yoongi pushed her head back and away from his private area. Kiwo quickly looked down at his crotch, noticing a visible tent in his sweatpants after the endeavor. She had never done something like this before, but the results so far have been satisfying. 

“Keep that up and you’ll go to Seokjin’s with a warm bottom.” 

“You like it.” 

“I do,” Yoongi agreed, “But it’s not the time for that. No means no, babygirl.” 

Kiwo behaved long enough for Yoongi to remove his hand from her head before diving in mouth first onto Yoongi’s crotch. Yoongi’s eyes widened as he felt the warm breath and tongue through the thing fabric of his sweatpants. His train of thought derailed as he stared into Kiwo’s eyes looking up at him ever so innocently, and it took a moment or two to come back to his senses. 

He pushed Kiwo off of his dick with force, as she was clinging on for dear life. She popped off the fabric with her now red lips smirking and a slight blush spreading across her cheeks. She knew she was in dangerous territory, but she liked it. 

It gave her control. And she liked it. 

“What. Was. That. For.” Yoongi demanded, his face looking rather unamused. His voice was demanding yet also monotone. 

All Kiwo could do was smile devilishly. She saw it in a movie once- the girl did it in response to being told to do something she didn’t want to in hopes of rerouting the conversation. It worked for her, so Kiwo could only imagine it would work for her as well. 

“Huh? I don’t speak brat.” 

“I don’t wanna go see Seokjin.”

”Seokjin oppa to you.” Yoongi sighed. Kiwo really believed she would have the upper hand in all of this with her actions and blatant disrespect. 

Yoongi stood up, and Kiwo was now face-to-crotch with what she had done. Her eyes widened as fear and realization slowly crept their way into her plan. She gulped and scooted backward, repositioning herself so she sat on her butt with her back against the coffee table. Yoongi’s hands moved to the waistband of his sweatpants, fiddling around with the drawstrings. 

“You have two options, little one,” he started, “You can bend over the couch for your spanking like a good girl, or you can follow through with your actions.” He pulled down his pants enough to reveal his cock in all its glory. Kiwo’s eyes widened at the pure size of it and began second-guessing her actions. Her eyes were stuck on his dick, staring and studying it and wondering how it even managed to get inside her pussy-

“So, what is it?”

Kiwo stumbled to find her words. “I’ll, uh, I’ll… go to Seokjin oppa’s.”

Yoongi tsked and shook his head. “That wasn’t an option. Or are you too little to make a decision? Do you need Daddy’s help?”

He watched Kiwo’s eyes as they slowly lost focus. She was slipping, just what Yoongi wanted. With a nod, Kiwo indicated that she did, in fact, want Yoongi to choose. 

“Good. I think you know what Daddy wants.” A hand grabbed the back of Kiwo’s head, forcing her head closer to his dick. Her mouth opened instinctively and gagged as soon as the tip entered her mouth. Yoongi tugged her hair, forcing more and more of himself down Kiwo’s throat until she was gagging and pushing at his hips. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes as she struggled to breathe through her nose. 

“Such a good little slut,” Yoongi praised, rubbing his thumb gently against her head where the rest of his fist roughly held her hair back. “That’s right, you’re Daddy’s dumb little cockslut, aren’t you?”

Kiwo’s muffled cries and gags were the only response. Once it sounded like she was hyperventilating did Yoongi pull her off of his dick, spit and precum trailing off between her mouth and his cock. 

Yoongi left Kiwo with a pat on the head to run and get a wet rag to clean up her face. When he returned, Kiwo was laying on the floor full-on crying and sobbing with her arm covering her eyes. 

“What happened?” Yoongi asked as he bent down on the ground. He feared something happened while he was gone, like her hitting her head again. 

“I didn’t like that,” she sobbed. Confused, Yoongi began wiping her face down. Didn’t she want it? That’s why she teased him, wasn’t it?

”Then why did you start it?” Yoongi asked, his voice incredulous and confused at the same time. 

“I don’t know!” Kiwo sobbed her heart out, rolling away from Yoongi as far as she could (which, really, was only one half-turn). Yoongi just shook his head in disbelief. The girl really had no idea what her actions get her into. 

It was quite cute. 

[overnightheartbeats]

Laurel nodded slowly, that was a perfect way to sum it up. "You should probably tell him about that awkward lunch. Completely ruined that restaurant for me by the way. Hm, I agree - from a friend adjacent view," she teased. She knew she was not in a position to call Isaac an idiot directly, but she could agree with her boyfriend's opinion. It was close enough.

She leaned in and took a bite of the food he offered, offering him her best smile. Even with his third-wheeling friend, this was still a perfect day. She had missed days like this. Laurel was surprised to hear him, he had been fairly quiet since he arrived. It was a little worrisome. Her smile remained when Eli replied, but she stayed quiet and focused on her food instead. Whenever those two delved into their bro moments, she quickly learned to steer clear.

Isaac rolled his eyes, but the corners of his lips indicated there was no irritation behind his reaction. "Sharing, stealing...okay Mr. Dictionary. You read my mind. Feeding me solves absolutely everything, I'll have that sushi roll over there." It only took him another second for a pang of guilt to rush in. He immediately thought back to Nettie and all the mornings he'd joke about being fed by her. That's been the never-ending cycle these days. The smallest things would bring in a memory and hurt him all over again. Though, he knew it was nowhere near the hurt he caused. "I feel like a kicked dog, less cute probably." A heavy sigh emitted, shaking his head. "No idea man. I've been calling Jazz, but it goes straight to voicemail and I already filled the inbox. I apologized to Nettie, sort of, tried to mend our friendship but nothing. I'm not good for a relationship or friendship, double screwed." To that, Laurel only looked up at the ceiling. He really had this all wrong. It wasn't a bad idea. Isaac could go for some time with his friend, mope around some more, maybe get some unfiltered advice. "Both ideas sound good, but I could go for popcorn." He briefly turned his attention to Laurel, a goofy smile present. "You don't mind if he takes me on a festival date, right?"

She shook her head, rolling her eyes at him. Laurel had caught Eli's glance earlier, and she knew she had somewhere to go in the meantime. "Nope, not at all. Can't stop this love story between you two."

A heavy sigh escaped him as he shook his head. "Thing is I don't think he even realizes he's in love with one and the other is just a fucking bitch. He's real smart but for this he is the biggest idiot." No one else could even start saying Issac wasn't smart, that was his boy and he had special privileges to call him an idiot.

Eli couldn't help but smile and fork his potsticker and set it up close to her mouth so she'd take a bite." His eyes scanned the items and nearly snorted. Issac bought enough to feed a small army and that was just hilarious. When Issac piped up that made his head turn and instantly give him a look. "It's called sharing not stealing. Also don't be jealous. I can feed you too. What do you want?"

"You're looking like a kicked dog, bro." It was the first words he decided to utter which wasn't too bad since he had bit his tongue this entire time. "Do you have any idea what you're gonna do?" Granted, this wasn't the real question he wanted to ask but he decided baby steps would suffice for now. He knew the moment Issac told him about handling two women at once that he was gonna get fucked in return. There was also something else that Issac had yet to realize or so Eli thought. He was in love with one but he didn't seem like he had actually gotten around to figure that one out. "I have an idea. Want to go down to the course, throw some balls around for a few hours?" Giving a look at Laurel he smiled and knew she'd be busy with her side of the plan but not something Issac needed to concern himself with. "Or we could go back to the festival and see the end of it. There's popcorn and something with lights." He and Laurel knew there was a specific booth that would set up at nine and that was their most important booth.

[imyourbratzdoll]

𝒇𝒂𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈

week 1 - day 3 - kinktober - voyeurism - roommate colin shea x roommate reader.

warning - voyeurism.

kinktober masterlist

18+ only please, the gifs and headers aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

“Bambi!” Colin calls as he flips through movies before settling on a sexual one. Smirking to himself, he hears the patter of feet running towards him. He turns his head and watches his tiny roommate run into the room, a giant smile on her face as her arms are full of snacks. Dropping everything down onto the small coffee table before planting herself next to Colin.

Her doe-like eyes stare at the tv screen before darting to Colin. “What are we watching?” Colin holds back the smirk that threatens to come out and moves his arm behind Y/n’s head. “Just a new one, Bambi. You trust me, right?” Her eyes widen even more. Launching herself towards him, hands latched onto his topless form. “I do! I do! I trust you so much!” Tears brim at her waterline. 

Colin strokes her cheek, “hey, it’s okay, Bambi. Now, are you comfy? Do you need to change before we start?” His eyes check out how cute she looks in his ‘lick me’ shirt and how well her ass looks in those plain white cotton knickers with the little pink bow on the front. His cock twitches as he can see the outline of Y/n’s cute little pussy. Y/n curls her legs up, pulling the blanket Colin brought in against her, making sure to place some on him so he doesn’t get cold.

“I’m comfy. Watch movie now?” Your doe eyes cause his cock to harden in his grey trackies. He nods, bringing you closer, and having you snuggle into his side. He grabs the remote, presses play, and the movie starts. During the film, they whisper, eat snacks and cuddle. Colin takes a sharp breath as her hand grazes his cock. Y/n looks up. “Are you okay?” Colin quickly nods.

As you both focus on the movie again, an incredibly steamy sex scene emerges. Colin feels the couch move slightly before noticing that you are squirming. Your bottom lip is between your teeth as your eyes are glued to the tv, Colin’s face is facing the screen, but his eyes keep flickering between you and the screen. Colin’s ears pick up a soft whimper exiting your lips as the man in the movie goes down on the woman.

There’s some movement in the corner of his eye. He turns slightly and watches your small hand slip between your thighs. Colin’s mouth opens, shocked. His eyes are no longer focused on the ‘movie’; instead, his gaze is laser-focused on your fingers. Those fingers are rubbing that little button you hide from him. Your fingers are doing the figure eight motion, eyes dazed as your mouth drops open, and soft whimpers constantly exit your mouth.

His cock, twitches, wanting attention. His thick heavy member is hardened underneath his trackies. He watches your head roll back, your eyes half-lidded. His gaze then focuses back on your fingers before slipping his hand into his pants. Slowly stroking his cock, grazing the tip with his thumb, rubbing the pre-cum that leaks out of it around. His eyes threaten to close, but Colin doesn’t want to miss out on your cute little facial expressions and how you innocently touch your clit.

Colin wraps his hand around his throbbing cock, taking his time stroking it, giving his cock a squeeze, tightening his grip as he twists his wrist while stroking up and down. Colin runs his thumb over his tip now and then, the movie is forgotten. Colin hears a slight whine leave you, your hand slipping underneath your knickers. A soft gasp leaves your lips, your fingers grazing your clit before slipping down to your small hole, wanting to get rid of the tingly feeling you are feeling. 

A finger slips in, and a moan falls from your lips. It’s as if you’ve forgotten Colin was there, but he wasn’t complaining. His cock throbs in his hand, enjoying how you let out little sounds of pleasure. Colin’s eyes are dazed, watching your fingers speed up, curling into your spot. A louder but still soft moan leaves you. The room is filled with the groans from the movie, the whimpers and whines coming from your lips and the silent panting coming from Colin’s.

Squeezing the head of his cock, his hand starts to move faster, occasionally massaging his balls as Colin feels his end approaching. He squeezes the base to stop himself from cumming, wanting to see you cum first. He notices you start curling into yourself, back arching and fingers fastening, “oh… oh… Colin…” His name falls faintly from your lips, causing his cock to twitch wildly before his cum shoots out of him, covering the inside of his pants. You whine while cumming, once you are both done. Your face turns a bright red, noticing Colin looking at you, his face flushed, sweat gathered on his forehead and neck, his eyes completely black, a dark look on his face. Your eyes travel down his body wide, noticing his chest wet before focusing on the damp patch forming in his pants. Subconsciously licking your lips at the sight, imagining what it would taste like, the movie still playing in the background.

“I… um…” Colin leans closer, grabbing the hand that remains in your knickers. He pulls it out. Keeping eye contact while he brings it closer, the fingers glisten when the light hits them. Colin brings them toward his mouth before wrapping his lips around them and sucking your juices off, swirling his tongue around them, not wanting to miss your taste. His eyes darken as he stares into your eyes, tasting you on his tongue.

Your doe eyes are filled with lust, and soft whimpers leave you as you feel the tingles come back, slick, gathering between your thighs. Colin pulls your fingers out of his mouth, licking his lips. He tucks a piece of hair that has fallen behind your ear. 

“What was that, Bambi?” You blink, unsure. You shrug, your brows furrowed as you fold into yourself. 

“I… We… You put on the– the movie and– and,” Y/n takes a deep breath, thinking you’ve done something wrong. “I– I got these tingles….” Nervously tugging on his shirt, Colin licks his lips at the sight, especially knowing you touched yourself while wearing it. He’ll never wash it again.

“How about I show you a better way to get rid of those tingles, Bambi?” Colin watches you squirm and rub your thighs together, nodding softly while staring at him with those big innocent eyes he has dreams about.

He quickly grabs and picks you up, heading off to the bedroom. Smirking, the porn left on TV was still playing.

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[queridopascal]

Locked in (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)

Summary: you go back to your ex’s house to pick up some of your stuff, but end up locked in with him into his basement. An object brings back memories and new revelations. (word coun: 1k)

Warning: angst, post break up dynamics, fluff, mention of PTSD and drugs, reconciliation

Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated ❤️

A/N: this was a request from @escribedesdetualma that I got for the “Fic title ask game” and that Tumblr decided to eat. I don’t know if this was the correct title, but I had already started to write it before the request disappeared, so I decided to give it a shot!

“I can’t believe it! I refuse to believe it!” Frankie huffs as he paces back and forth in the dark space of his basement.

“Stop it, please…” you beg him while massaging your throbbing temples.

“I can’t believe I’m stuck in my own house, in my own basement, with no windows, and with my ex!”

“Come on, how old are you Frankie? Ten?” you roll your eyes, baffled by his behavior, “I’m not gonna kill you and eat your body in case we stay locked in forever…”

“Oh you won’t have to,” he shrugs, “I’m already dead to you, so….” he adds as he sits on the concrete floor and crosses his arms.

“That’s not true...”

“It is! You’re here just because I found some of your old stuff in my basement.” he shakes his head and lowers the baseball cap to cover his eyes.

“Uhm, yeah? And I’m here to pick it up because it all belonged to me.”

“No, it didn’t.”

“What? These are all things I bought on my own…” you turn to him, the torch of your phone illuminating his face.

“Not everything,” he retorts, shielding his eyes from the light with the back of his hand, “that pink octopus plushie…” he adds with a faint voice as he looks at the stuffed animal in the cardboard box.

Oh.

Frankie was right: you didn’t buy that plushie, he had won it at the carnival you went on one of your first dates.

A lump forms in your throat as you think back to that day, and the memory warms your heart, but it makes you sad knowing how much things have changed lately.

You squeeze the soft toy in your hands and find yourself catapulted back to one year earlier, the crowd of people passing from one stall to another, the smell of fried food and candy floss wafting through the air while the September sun, less hot than the August one, warms you up nicely as you walk hand in hand with Frankie.

“Wanna take a ride on the ferris wheel?” he stops abruptly and points at the now almost non-existent line.

“Can we wait a couple more hours? I’d like to be up there to see the sun set.” you say as you turn to him with dreamy eyes.

He smiles at you and pulls you to him. “Then we’ll go up there later and watch the sunset. How about I try to win something for you?”

“Like… one of those?” you raise an eyebrow and nod your head in the direction of the shooting game stall where plushies and other furry prizes are on display.

“Yeah, one of those.” he chuckles, “They’re almost as cute as you are.”

Having served in the Delta Force, Frankie knew damn well how to shoot and had a formidable aim, so you had no doubt he would have won that prize for you.

Grabbing the air gun, Frankie closes one eye to take aim and focuses on the target he needs to hit; you plug your ears with your index fingers and take a step back as he squares his shoulders. He pulls the trigger and, in a split second, the shot goes off and hits the target right in the middle.

“You did it!” you jump with excitement as you wrap your arms around his neck and leave a sweet kiss on his cotton candy lips.

“Well done!” the stall holder compliments him and shakes his hand, “Come on, pick a prize for your girlfriend.” he encourages him as he points at the plushies.

“I’d like that pink octopus.”

“Our third date...” you sigh, a sad smile curving your lips as you put the stuffed animal back into the box.

Frankie shuffles on the concrete floor and comes to sit closer to you, “I wanted to tell you that I was in love with you when we were on the ferris wheel.”

His confession takes you by surprise, and you feel tears gather in your eyes, mostly because you’re not together now, but even more so because you’re still in love with him despite everything.

He laces his hand with yours and squeezes it gently.

“I’m so sorry I had to let you go.” he tells you, voice raw and filled with emotions. “You always deserved better.”

“What the hell are you talking about, Frankie?” you swallow hard and try to stay calm, but his words have broken through your heart and you’re already crying.

“It’s the truth.” he sighs as he rests his head against the wall. “You deserve someone better, someone like Will or Santiago, not a guy like me with PTSD and drug problems.”

“Frankie…”

“I didn’t want to drag you into all that with me.”

You can’t wrap your head around what he’s saying to you, where these words are coming from and why he’s telling you this.

“What if I wanted to spend my whole life with you? What if I wanted to offer you my help to get you out of that?” you sob as you dry your tears with the sleeve of your sweatshirt.

“You couldn’t have done it.” he shakes his head and exhales deeply.

“How do you know that?!” you ask him brazenly, almost yelling at him.

Frankie remains silent, probably trying to formulate an answer that seems valid and doesn’t hurt your even more, and you swear you can hear the gears of his brain turning and turning in search of the most plausible justification.

“I still love you Frankie.” you whisper in the end, breaking the deafening silence that had settled between you.

You feel as if a huge boulder has been lifted from your lungs, and you take a long, shuddering breath.

“I never stopped loving you.” you add, turning to him and searching his features in the darkness. “I would never back down from anything, I was always ready to help you and support you in everything. I was convinced and still am convinced that you can overcome all obstacles, Frankie. And… we can do it together.”

You are offering him another chance on a silver plate, you are offering yourself to him as a sacrifice, but you would do it a thousand more times for him, for your Frankie.

“I-I don’t want to let you down, you know?” he sobs, his hand trembling. “I’ve tried so many times to get out of this before, too many maybe, but I’ve never been able to.”

“I know,” you nod and caress his cheek, “but I believe in you and I know you can do it. We’ll do it together if you want to, one step at a time.”

Frankie bursts into tears, lashing out and releasing all those emotions he was holding inside, and you pull him into a hug as he rests his head in the crook of your neck, shaking like a frightened puppy.

“I will always be there for you, Frankie. Don’t you ever forget that.” you whisper as you stroke his hair, tangling your fingers into the soft curls under his baseball cap.

He tilts his face to the side and lifts it up just enough to press his lips to yours in a desperate kiss, a kiss that exudes unconditional love and has the salty taste of your tears and his fears, a painful and necessary kiss.

“I was a fool to let you go, I was a complete idiot...”

“Hey, stop it.” you silence him with another kiss.

“I love you.” he tells you when you separate to catch your breath. “I love you and I want you to stay, need you to stay. Please.”

You rest your forehead against his and kiss the tip of his nose. “I’m not leaving, Frankie.”

He breathes out a sigh of relief and grazes your cheek with the back of his hand.

“I think maybe we need to get out of here first.” you say with a smile to break the tension, and he nods, helping you to your feet.

Frankie sneers lightly and puts his hands on your hips. “Maybe we should have locked ourselves in here sooner knowing it would have led to this.”

You shake your head with a chuckle, and Frankie swears he never wants to live without hearing that sound ever again.

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[starlightandfairies]

Hi! Would it be possible to get a steve fic where he and reader have terrible baby fever and everyone is just "they're gonna fail as parents, it's a phase." "yep."

Description: The reader and Steve get a serious case of baby fever

Warnings: Swearing, fluff,

*I was so happy when I saw that you requested something, I love your works and I wanna say sorry if this isn't what you were hoping for. *

Key: Y/N = Your Name, POV = Point of view

Word Count: 1,176

First Person's POV

It all started off when I had to babysit my niece, I was happy to do so, but only that it interfered with my date with Steve. I loved him, I loved being with him and I loved that he stayed with me through thick and thin. I hadn't gotten a chance to talk with Steve about cancelling our date. So when I walked over to the door, with my baby niece in my arms, I looked at Steve exasperated and chuckled nervously as I just remembered our date. 

"Steve, darling, I'm so sorry- I need to look after my niece for the weekend. I'm sorry for not calling you-" 

"Hi! Who's this?" Steve smiled as he stared at the baby, I stared at him slightly shocked and carefully handed him the baby. He cooed at the child, chuckling happily and kissed my lips. He followed me inside, giggling with the baby as she giggled and cooed. 

"This is Jenna." 

"Hi, Jenna, I'm Steve." He used that voice that goes higher naturally when talking to younger kids. Steve smiled happily at me. he rocked Jenna in his arms, making faces with Jenna and weird sounds which got the baby giggling. I picked up one of her little cute baby boots, my heart shattering slightly in adoration as I thought of how cute baby stuff is. 

So, this is kinda how it, Steve and I developed baby fever. I was still looking after Jenna and Steve had really stepped up, he wore the chest harness and walked around with Jenna on his chest. He looked like a proud mama, strutting around with my little niece on his chest, I took the baby from his hands, swaying the child around in my arms, giggling slightly as the baby babbled, she grabbed out and squeezed my nose before babbling to random to people. 

"Whoa! You had a baby!" Lucas exclaimed, staring at me wide-eyed, I made a face and shook my head. 

"No, Lucas, this is my niece." 

"Thank god! I didn't think that I could handle 'mama bear' Steve get taken away." Dustin muttered, Will hit him as Steve came back with a frantic look. The baby whined slightly, I blew a raspberry on her cheek, causing a series of giggles to escape her lips and everyone stared at her with alarm but went back to their everyday business after they realised what was happening. 

"Do you have the diaper bag?" 

"No, I thought you had it, Steve!" I whined, the baby made the 'grabby' hand action for Steve, I handed her to him and glanced at Robin and Nancy who were just chatting away. 

"You're just so cute, you and your little chubby cheeks. Can you go, ba ba ba?" 

"Ba ba ba" Jenna babbled, Steve giggled like a little girl, gasping as Jenna grabbed his hair and tugged on it. 

Third Person's POV

"What's wrong with them?" Lucas questioned, staring up at Nancy and Robin as he watched Y/N and Steve interact with the baby going crazy over Jenna's clothes and shoes. 

"They've got baby fever." Nancy chuckled, watching as Steve danced around with the baby in his eyes. Jenna was given a dummy by Steve yet she threw it to the ground. Huffing in disgust, she whined and wriggled in Steve's arms. Y/N took the baby from his arms, he ran off to get things from the shops and then their attention was solely focused on the baby and Y/N. 

"So this is why Steve has been MIA?" Dustin grumbled, staring at the baby with fake jealousy, Y/N rocked the baby as someone bumped into her, she glared at them and grumbled but smile as Jenna grabbed onto her arm. Nancy chuckled as Steve came running up with the diaper bag, he dropped it and the action caused all the items to spill out.

"They are gonna be horrible parents,"  Robin mumbled, placing a hand over her mouth as Steve held the baby in outstretched arms, whimpering as he tried to get the baby to the bathroom. Nancy snickered at Robin's comments, nodding in agreement with the words and Nancy's eyes widened as Y/N flopped down on the bench and had an exhausted look covering every physical detail. 

"Yep." Nancy hummed, chuckling as Y/N fell asleep as if sleep had been a none existent for the last few days. 

"This creature created the vilest thing ever known, so much S-H-I-T in the F-U-C-K-I-N-G diaper." He spelt out, so the baby didn't hear the swears. 

"Still want a baby?" Dustin questioned, looking at Jenna with squinted eyes, Steve laughed quietly and stared at Jenna with a funny face which caused her to burst out in a fit of giggles. Yet, Y/N still stayed asleep, too tuckered out to wake up or do anything else. 

"Yeah, not now anyway, but one day. When I'm ready." Steve whispered, smiling at his partner, leaning against the wall to prevent from falling over during slumber. Steve placed Jenna in his harness and then sat down next to Y/N smiling once Jenna started cooing which seemed to get Y/N to wake up. 

"The cooing is cute, don't you think?" Steve nodded, smiling at the love of his life as Jenna babbled over all the chattering in the room. Y/N let Jenna grab each index finger with her tiny hands and squeezed them as tightly as possible. 

"Yeah, I do this so. You know what! We should start a daycare!" Steve exclaimed, everyone that wasn't the trio sitting down looked at them panicked knowing that they wouldn't be able to do what they currently have in mind for achieving.

"We totally should! I mean we'd have so many babies to take care of, just think of all the cuteness!" Y/N giggled like a little child at the idea, babies had to be a part of their everyone day lives.

"What about if we adopt!" Steve giggled along with Y/N, both acting like they were high when really it was just the baby fever taking effect. 

"NO!" Dustin exclaimed, running over he looked startled by their outbursts and he had to put a stop to it. 

"Steve, Y/N you both suck as parents, you can't do it! Don't babysit a baby or have babies at least until you're a lot better than now. Because you suck! Steve, you tripped carrying a diaper bag, Y/N you already can't take the work it takes " Steve and Y/N looked at both Robin and Nancy to see them both nodding to Dustin's words. 

Y/N was clearly tired, so Steve just led the two that he had been taking care of to the car. On the drive back to Y/N's place, both Y/N and Jenna fell asleep. Getting the rest they both clearly needed. 

[sugakuns]

[hc] “do you still love me?” ❤︎ kageyama, sugawara, kenma & hinata

thank you 🥺🥺 also we all know it’s kenma gaming lol

→ sugawara kōshi

Since every match was important to the third years, Kōshi has been staying behind after school every single day.

It started to take a toll on the time you spend with him

Over the past week you had only seen him in the hallways since he started to participate in early morning practice with the younger ones

So to say the least, you felt like your relationship was deteriorating

But you felt awful feeling this way because you knew that he didn’t mean to make you feel this way, but you simply can’t help it

How would anyone else feel after a week and a half of barely speaking to their s/o?

So after a while you decided to suck it up and face him in person and ask the question still causing havoc in your brain

So you found yourself outside the club room, fist raised in the air as you contemplated knocking on the door

Faintly, you could hear the shuffling behind the door which caused your heart to speed up

“Kōshi?”

How had you managed to call for him when you couldn’t even knock on the door?

The door swings open and Kōshi is sure enough there, peeking his head around the corner. His eyes light up as he sees you but it goes unnoticed by your sad eyes

“What’s up babe? Is something wrong?” As observant as ever 😭

he watches as you fiddle with your fingers, seemingly struggling to find the words

“Do you still love me?”

Kōshi splutters with his words, shocked by the question

“Of course I do! What made you think I wouldn’t?”

Even with his arms wrapped around you and his reassuring words, you can’t help but still hear that nagging voice in the back of your head

“..I know that volleyball is your number one priority right now but..you haven’t paid attention to me in like weeks! You never text me anymore and even in school you don’t talk to me..”

Kōshi frowns “You’re my number one priority, y/n”

After the little spill sesh that allowed you to tell Kōshi the way you were feeling, the sweetheart was about to cry 🥺

“Well, there’s no practice today..so let’s go out and I can show you that you really are my number one priority!”

And with that, a big grin on your face and a happy Kōshi! You knew your answer

You had to stop him going on a rant about being a shitty boyfriend before that though

→ kageyama tobio

You knew this was coming

he’s volleyball oriented!!!

between studying and extra practice, he totally forgot about you..which typing it out is bad

he’s reply to your messages late and when he did they were short

the amount of times you seen the ‘read’ at the bottom of your texts was honestly saddening

you decided to pull him at lunch, when you knew he would be at the vending machines

“tobio-chan!”

oh yeah, i have a s/o - tobio kageyama

“Hi (y/n)-chan”

you know he’s awkward with his words but the way he said it so..monotonely was upsetting.

“Tobio..do you still love me?” Cue kags choking on his milk

“W-what do you mean?!” Give him a few moments there’s currently milk in his lungs

“You never talk to me anymore and I don’t know..you just seem so disinterested in me now-a-days” the pout on your face paired with your big, glossy eyes was heartbreaking

Tobio’s obviously very awkward with words so verbal communication isn’t his forté, but he always tries his best to articulate his feelings

“I do love you (y/n)..I’m sorry if it seems like I don’t” he’s nervously scratching the back of his neck as he tries to find the right words “I’ll try my best from now on to be a better boyfriend..”

It’s kinda shit but it’s Tobio, that’s like a literature masterpiece coming from his mouth lmao

babes offers you the rest of his milk as an apology 🥺

→ kozume kenma

he’s most likely more focused on his games but let’s just say Kuroo’s busting his ass abt nationals so practice goes on longer and there’s less off days for him

usually every other day the team gets off but now the only day they get off is Friday

Even then Kuroo manages to get him to practice

There was a time you came over and Kuroo came in behind you and stole Kenma time from you 😡

anywhos, baby is booked and tired

he’s almost always falling asleep in class and during breaks he takes naps

so you never have time to talk to him

“Kenma, can I ask you something before you take a nap?” You ask bravely during lunch break

he nods sleepily

“Do you still love me?” Lemme tell you this boy WAKES tf up

“of course I do” he states so boldly

Kenma has a thing like Kageyama where he finds it little hard to communicate, but when he can find the right words to say he always uses a matter-of-face tone

he doesn’t even realise he’s using such a bold tone

tbh he kinda leaves it there until the end of the school day

“Kenma? Don’t you have practice?”

Boy has his gaming device TUCKED away just for you

“Let’s go to that cafe you like, then we can do something you want to do”

It doesn’t sound like much but if you know Kenma, he just stepped out of his comfort zone

“Kenma, are you sure? I’d be fine watching you play your games..”

He shakes his head with the cute small smile on his face “Today is your day”

→ hinata shōyō

hinata as we know is very volleyball oriented, just like his buddy

but i feel hinata would be more aware (?) that he hadn’t spoke to you for a while

so it would be a big shock if he hadn’t spoke to you

like he makes his best effort to try to talk to you but everyone time he tried to someone would take him away

“Shōyō! I need to talk to you”

“Can it be quick (y/n)? I only have ten minutes to get changed and go to practice!” Shōyō is doing his usual jumping and usually you would find it cute

if it weren’t for the pain in your heart (emo hours 😔)

“Shōyō.. do you still love me?”

poor baby looks like a kicked puppy when you ask that :(

but we all know he’s gonna have some dramatic speech lol

all you can make out of the fast ranting is “im sorry” , “I love you so much” and you’re pretty sure you heard Kageyama’s name in there somewhere

Shōyō is attacking you with such a big bear hug and honestly..I’d kill for one of them because I just know it has so much love in it

“i really can’t skip practice..but i can meet you after your club ends and we can go to my house! natsu misses you..”

you BET you agree because the NATSU Hinata misses you (best girl 🥺)

[doyumacy]

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"yes yes yes yes," you moan as yuta eats you out.

"y/n, you look amazing. your face flushed, your lips as red as cherries, and your pussy, well i have no words for that." your face flushes even more from the compliment.

yuta adds a third finger and you roll your eyes. "fuck, i'm gonna cum." you whine.

"come for us, baby," you hear mark whispering in your ear. “let us see how beautiful you look when you cum.”

you wake up startled. your forehead is full of sweat and your hair is sticking to the back of your it. you swallow slowly as you sit on the bed and try to control your breathing. you don’t even realise you are panting.

what the hell was that? why is your mind tricking you in that way and making you have wet dreams about these two men? as if it isn’t hard enough.

you run a hand through your hair and get up from the bed going downstairs. it seems that johnny and jisung aren’t up yet. you need to focus on something else or your mind won’t stop replaying your steamy dream, and that’s the last thing you need right now.

you make breakfast and then get ready to open the shop. luckily, jungwoo has arrived earlier and he has already opened. you enter the shop and spot jaehyun talking to jungwoo about some switches.

“good morning,” you mutter.

jaehyun turns, surprised as if he isn’t expecting you. jungwoo smiles at you. “you're early today, y/n.”

“couldn’ts sleep,” you shrug and walk next to jaehyun. “i recommend the red one. it’s a better fit for your car.” you tell jaehyun.

he nods. “thanks.” he rubs his nape. “do you think we can talk?”

“i’ll be… at the office,” jungwoo gives you privacy and locks himself in the small office.

you turn your face to jaehyun. “what do you need?”

jaehyun sighs and rests his hands on the counter. “i didn’t know anything about it. i found out he was alive like almost two months ago…” he scrunches his face. “i’m sorry.”

you slowly nod. “i know.”

jaehyun frowns. “hold on, you’re not gonna yell at me or something?”

“you want me to yell at you?” you ask him.

“no, but… i thought you hated me and didn’t want to be my friend anymore,” jaehyun exhales in relief.

“dude, i had your dick in my mouth,” you remind him. “nothing can beat that.”

jaehyun laughs. “so, are we good?”

“yeah,” you reply to him. “but if you ever lie to me again i will chop off your balls.”

“you are a sadist.”

“stop whining and come here,” you open your arms.

jaehyun goes around the counter and hugs you. “i also knew you wouldn’t last too much time upset at me.”

you squint your eyes and look at him when he pulls away. “i can still regret it.”

“you won’t, and you know why? because i am your best friend and you need to rant about the situation,” he beams proudly.

“well, you’re right,” you murmur. “my mind is fucking me up and i don’t know what to do.”

jaehyun wraps an arm around your shoulder. “listen, y/n, fuck your mind. listen to your heart, does it beat faster when you see mark or when you see yuta?”

“beats pretty much in the same way for both,” you groan. “i’m even having wet dreams with them, jaehyun!” you rest your head on his shoulder. “i’m sick.”

“well, my advice is go poly!” he smiles and you stare at him. “yeah, never mind. that wouldn’t work. yuta is too possessive.”

“i just remembered why i never ask you for advice,” you sigh.

jaehyun giggles. “you want me to be real honest?” you nod. “you like mark and maybe there are more feelings there involved, but how do you feel about yuta? you might still have feelings for him?”

you pinch your nose. “it’s… complicated? weird? i mean, i never felt like that for anyone before. yuta is… the love of my life?”

jaehyun shrugs. “could be yes, but that doesn’t mean he’s your only love of your life. you still can have one more, or two, or three…”

“could you please run me over?” you sigh dramatically.

jaehyun chuckles. “y/n, i’m serious. you need to make your mind up before someone gets hurt.”

“that doesn’t help either,” you groan, pushing him away.

you are walking down the santa monica pier with mark at your side. after he picked you up that afternoon, he told you he'd take you to your favorite place. you never revealed him that, but replied he got a little help from jisung.

you are walking close together, shoulders brushing. and mark desperately wants to hold your hand. he ends up taking your hand into yours and you smile slightly squeezing his hand.

“the sun is setting.” you say. mark drags his eyes away from you and focuses on the water. the way the waves move toward the skyline.

the sunset reflects onto the water, pinks, oranges, and purples all blending with blue. It’s beautiful.

“it’s breathtaking.” he states, turning his head to look back at you.

“yeah. it's my favorite part of the day," you say, sounding awed. mark smiles at you, big and lopsided.

“i feel the same way,” he confesses, staring at you.

you blush and decide to avoid his eyes. you two stand there in silence for a while, holding hands. once it’s nearly dark, mark and you walk to the pacific park entrance and he smiles looking at the colorful roller coaster. “let’s ride it.”

"that looks,” you pause as you look up and watch the cart fly along the metal, the occupants all screeching with excitement as they were flipped upside down and around sharp curves, “interesting.”

"come on!" he takes your hand, yanking you towards the line.

how are you supposed to say to mark you're scared of roller coaster and you have never rode one? but you can't. he looks so excited and so thrilled about it that your heart melts.

you don't have to wait long before you are next to load onto the cart. mark looks over and sees that you are biting your bottom lip as the previous passengers file out of their seats.

“y/n, you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” mark looks at you.

“no, I want to do this.”

“good,” mark nods, “because it’s our turn.”

mark helps your with placing the seatbelt on, laughing when he realizes that you never wear a seatbelt when you drive but somehow you trust it. when the ride operators come around and pushes the metal bar onto your laps, you squint down at it and tilted your head.

“do they really expect this to stop us from falling out?” you whisper and yank on the bar a couple times, making the whole cart shake.

“come on baby, you know about physics,” mark reaches over and places one hand on top of you to stop the shaking.

"i know nothing about physics," you frown, looking at him.

"you do," he holds your hand. "just relax, baby. if we fall, we won't know."

you groan and squeeze at his hand. "i'm gonna yank your hair off."

mark chuckles and when the car begins moving forward, the grip that you have on the bar tightens. you begin creeping up the first hill, and mark looks over at you to try and calm your nerves.

“why don't you ride roller coasters?”

you rub your forehead. “my best friend died on a roller coaster. this shit collapsed and she died."

"oh shit, y/n... i'm sorry," mark stares at you and groans. "fuck, i'm sorry. i'll talk to guys so we can get off ri-"

mark stops talking when he sees you laughing and throw your head back. he cocks an eyebrow. "what's so funny, baby?"

"i'm shitting on you, mark," you wipe your eyes.

mark squints his eyes and pulls away from you. the roller coaster stops once you're on the highest point. you refuse to look down because you don't want to see the sea and how tall you are. mark slightly moves, making the cart move. you hiss at him. "stop, mark."

"what?" he smiles at you, moving again.

you whine and you grip at the bar. "mark!" you groan. "stop it or i swear to god i'm gonna run your over with my car."

mark laughs and he comes near you. "you're so cute when you get mad."

"and i'll get cuter when i chop off your balls," you stare at him.

he pouts. "truce?"

"fine. but dinner's on you."

after leaving the pier, mark takes you to his favorite restaurant. he then takes you home and parks right outside. he turns to you and smirks. "i had a great time."

"yeah well, wish i could i say the same," you joke.

mark laughs and leans to give you a kiss. you kiss him back and he grabs your jaw to kiss you better. you pull away and smile tilting your head to the side. "just a simple kiss for you, lee."

mark nods. "as my girl wishes."

you roll your eyes. "you can be very cheesy sometimes, did you know?"

"yep." he winks at you.

you sigh. "i can't stand you."

"too bad. you're already so into me."

"just... go home, mark." you giggle and give him a final kiss. he nods and kisses you back. "text me when you get there."

(...)

on a saturday night, doyoung ask you, no, demands you to be at a party he's throwing. you don't want to go, but you can't risk screwing yuta's plan.

you arrive at the party’s locations and you find some known faces. you spot doyoung talking to a red haired man and you assume he’s his friend. you turn around, walking through the drunk and high people dancing. you have a cup in your hand, but you’re not drinking. you need to keep your head clear in case something happens.

as you’re trying to make your way to the bar so you can take a seat, you meet with someone’s chest. you look up and your eyes  wide open. it’s jisung.

what the hell is he doing there?

“what in the world are you doing here?” you hiss at him.

“my friend invited me,” he shrugs.

“are you stupid, jisung?” you look at him. “this is doyoung’s party!”

“w-what?” he stutters. “i didn’t know. my friend just told me to come, but i can’t find her anywhere.”

“tell your… friend you had to go.” you advise him. “please. i don’t want doyoung to see you.”

“too late.”

“why?” you frown.

“he’s walking to us.”

you suddenly feel an arm around your shoulders and doyoung pulls you closer to him. he smiles. “who is this young man, y/n?”

you gulp. “he’s my uhm… my brother.”

doyoung smiles looking at jisung and extends his hand. “nice to meet you. i’m doyoung.”

jisung looks at you and then eyes doyoung’s hand. he slightly shakes it. “hi. i uhm… i’m jisung.”

“jisung.” doyoung nods. “i’ll remember that name.”

you remove doyoung’s arm and get away from him. “we’re actually leaving.”

“already?” doyoung cocks an eyebrow. “but the party just started.”

“i have homework,” jisung suddenly says.

“homework?” doyoung laughs. “okay. young kid needs to finish his tasks.”

“thanks for having me,” you tell doyoung. “see you later.”

“uhm… g-goodbye.” jisung mutters.

you take jisung by the arm and walk out of the party. you both are shaking but try to act as nonchalant as possible.

doyoung watches you two leave and when he feels someone’s presence next to him, he doesn’t even flinch. “told you he’d come.”

doyoung takes a bale of cash and hands them to the person standing next to him. “how did you convince him?” he turns to them.

“he’s a man,” the person fixes their hair. “a bit of flirting and he was ready to leave his family.”

doyoung nods. “yves, right?”

“yes.”

“nice job. i’ll see you around.”

(...)

the days go by and you and johnny come to the agreement that jisung will not leave the house until the situation is fixed, as it is very risky and doyoung knows about his existence, although he still does not know the identity of 'jwi'.

one night, after mark drops you off he decides to walk to the door and when you two are having a mini make out session, yuta decides to show up.

the sensation you get is confusing. you feel you're cheating on yuta and that makes you feel guilty. but you also like mark, and the more you spend time with him, the more feelings you get for him.

on the other hand, you keep having dreams where the three of you are together and you hate it.

you slightly pull away from mark and look at yuta. he only stares at you. "good evening."

you press your lips together and mark's grip on your waist tightens. "is johnny inside?"

you nod. "yes. you can come in."

yuta shakes his head. "can you tell him i'm outside please? i just need to give him something."

"okay. i'll be right back," you murmur.

you get into your house looking for johnny. mark leans against the wall, with his hands inside his jeans pockets. yuta looks everywhere but at him and it's uncomfortable.

an awkward situation.

"so..." yuta breaks the silence. "you dating my wife."

mark stares at him and blinks. "yeah."

yuta nods, slowly crossing his arms on his chest. "enjoy the time you still have left with her."

mark scoffs, almost laughing. "you're that insecure you need to threat me? you need to work harder, buddy."

"you're allowed to think whatever you want, mark," yuta shrugs. "y/n loves me. don't tell me you don't see it."

"i don't because i'm sure about her feelings towards me," mark smiles.

"please mark, you'll end up believing she's over me and hurt yourself," yuta tilts his head to the side. "i'd recommend you to walk away for once."

"i'm not the type that walks away," mark spits, looking at him.

you and johnny show up at the door and johnny greets yuta. he hands him a black usb and tells him he needs to go. he approaches you and kiss your cheek goodbye. yuta smiles at you and before he turns around to leave, he winks at you. mark rolls his eyes and johnny feels awkwardly trapped.

mark says goodbye seconds later but he gives you a kiss on the mouth, making johnny feel more uncomfortable. his eyes go everywhere, trying to avoid the scene of you kissing mark. it's gross.

"okay, get a room now. i can see the tongues from here," johnny makes a disgusted face.

"goodnight, baby. sleep tight." mark kisses your forehead.

"you too," you smile at him.

mark says goodbye to johnny and you watch him get into his car. once you and Johnny are back inside the house, johnny rubs his cheek. "girl, you need to do something about it."

"about what?" you ask him.

"about the two desperate dicks that were outside minutes ago," johnny scoffs. "didnt you feel the tension between those two? i thought they would start beating each other at any second."

"I don't want to talk about it," you state.

"you always avoid talking about it, but you eventually will have to choose one." johnny cocks an eyebrow. "or maybe convince them to start a relationship with the three of you."

"you're so annoying, johnny. just... go away." you wave a hand to shoo him away.

"you can shoo me away but you know you need to choose one." he shrugs. "it's not fair and you know it."

you sigh. "i know."

[justasparkwritings]

Perpetual Bliss

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Little Angst, Bashful & Timid KSJ

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2.1K

Warning: Light Swearing 

Summary: Seokjin and you have been seeing each other for a few weeks, but neither have you have crossed the line from casually dating to lust and desire... will tonight finally be that night?

Listening: This Kiss by Faith Hill

Notes: This is for @ksmutclub​‘s Summer of Kiss event! 

Tag: @jinpanman

Beta: @sugasbabiie​ of course

           Lightning streaking across the sky.  

           The bubbles in fresh champagne.

           A perfect scoop of ice cream.

           Tingles down your spine.

           Subliminal.

          Driving on a summer day, music blasting, hair moving in the wind.

           Butterflies over a first love.

           A stolen glance.

           Blush creeping over cheeks and ears, burning down your neck.

           Plush pout, gentle lick of a bottom lip, nerves shaking as hands reach and hold.

          A pivotal moment.

          Ahhh.

          Bliss.

          The first kiss.

          Seokjin isn’t one to lean in on the first date, to invade the space of his companions, asking to cross the line between friendly interactions and lust—which is why he didn’t kiss you on your first date. Or second. Or, third.

          In fact, Seokjin has worked himself up in such a tizzy that he isn’t quite sure he remembers how to kiss anyone, let alone how to make the first move.

          “Jin?” You call, staring up into his clouded eyes.

          “Yes?” He answers, eyes coming back into focus, glancing past his lashes to stare at you. You’re beautiful, he thinks, sexy and charming, and so funny.

          Do you know you are hilarious? That when he goes home after every date to relay the jokes you told, he can’t ever get them out because he’s laughing too hard? Which inevitably leaves Yoongi annoyed that he ever decided to ask, “hey, how was the date?” Do you know that he’s crazy about you, that in between rehearsals and practices, he’s counting down the minutes until he sees you again? That when he falls asleep, he’s wondering when he can ask you to spend the night, or stay at yours, so he can hold you, wake up to you, maybe even love you?

          “I was just saying that I don’t really want you to go,” You repeat.

          You’ve propped yourself up on his chest, chin resting against your hand, moving ever so slightly with each intake of Jin’s breath. Somewhere between the third act resolution and the credits, you’d started speaking to him, only to glance up at him and realize he wasn’t paying any attention to you at all. You can feel the rapid beating of his heart, not at all calm and steady as it was a few minutes ago. It is cute, really cute, watching his eyes go out of focus, his thoughts so deep he hadn’t heard the call of his name, not once or twice. But finally, eyes focusing, blinking quickly, lips pouting again, he’s returned to you.

          “I don’t want to go either,” He smiles, “I have to, though.”

          You sigh, fighting the urge to trace his cherry pout with your index finger.

          “I guess, work or something,” You roll your eyes. “Not like you need to pay bills or anything,”

          “I suppose I don’t, but I can’t miss practice,”

          “I mean, you could,”

          Seokjin scoffs, “Ya - you want me to call in sick?”

          “Would it really be that noticeable?”

          “I’m one of seven, of course they’d notice, and I need all the practice I can get,” Jin uses his index finger to bop your nose, the immediate scrunch eliciting a giggle from him. “You’re so cute.”

          You glare, the finger you’d so desperately wanted to use to trace his lips, repeating his actions on his nose. “Anyway, you’re a great dancer.”

          “I work really hard to be okay at it,”

          “You’re great, better than okay,”

          His heartbeat, which has evened itself out, picks up at your praise, and the wiggle of your hips repositioning yourself against him.

          “If you say so,” Jin’s ears are burning, hot to the touch, and he can’t stop himself from glancing from your eyes, kind and soulful, to your lips. He notices the subtle poke of your tongue, wetting your bottom lip before your teeth rake over it. He’s watched you do this before, often taking your bottom lip between your teeth to gnaw at the flaking flesh, but never this close, never when his lust for you has reached monumental heights.  

          “When will I see you again?” You whisper.

          Again, your voice pulls his focus back to your eyes, staring again, expectantly, hoping he’ll say soon, bracing for the potential that he’ll have to disappear for work for a week or two.  

          “Day after tomorrow?”

          “Yes,” You nod.

          “It’s a date,” Jin pulls you closer to him, holding onto you, a gentle kiss on your head. You exhale, breath fanning his neck, nose nudging the column of his throat. It’s safe here, cozy and welcoming, the giddiness in your heart echoing in the beating of butterfly wings in your abdomen. Seokjin’s hands, resting on your lower back, dangerously close to tickling you, are steady and calm.

          “Your heart’s beating so fast,” You comment, lips coming in contact with the skin of his neck.

          “Ya, of course it is; it always is when I’m with you. You’re acting like I’m so cool and collected all the time, I’m a mess,”

          “You’re not a mess!”

          “Ayesh, my ears are going to burn off my head. You’re cool and collected! So unphased. I can barely get a sentence out without stammering. You make me so nervous all the time. And then you just laugh at me!” Seokjin argues. You love when he gets worked up, his words hurdling past his angered pucker, not stumbling but gracefully gaining speed, one after the other until he’s not only red from embarrassment but red from fury.

          You sit up, laughing while he tsk-tsk-tsks.

          “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I keep laughing. What you’re saying is valid; it’s how you’re saying it that has me laughing,” You explain, laughter diminishing as his embarrassment ceases.  

          “Seokjin’s pain is just so funny,” He mocks, “trying to be cute and vulnerable, and this is what I get!”

          “Here,” You take his hand, placing it gently above your heart. “Can you feel mine?” Your body stills, heart racing matching the pace of his, too quick, too unsteady, the warmth of his hand making the rhythm pick up speed.

          “Hm,” He answers.

          “Not just you, but my heart too.”

          For what he can estimate is the hundredth time, his eyes linger on your lips, lowering to the placement of his hand before he takes it away.

          “You should probably go; it’s getting late.”

          He follows your lead, standing too. “Yeah, yeah I should.”

          “Text me when you get home?” You ask.

          “Yes,”

          Seokjin hugs you, once again placing you in a position to listen to his heartbeat. The longer he holds you, the faster it beats. A kiss to your hair, and he’s gone—no traditional kiss goodnight, no lingering desire in his eyes. But if he isn’t mistaken, he saw yours: the slight disappointment, the gentle frown, the way you tucked your cheek between your incisors, gnawing as he walked away.

          Had he missed his opportunity?

          It isn’t until he gets home, tossing himself on his bed, shoes neatly tucked away, that he texts you. You respond immediately, and it’s your response that swells the lump in his throat.  

          Seokjin: Home sweet home

          You: Great! Also, I kind of thought you were going to kiss me…  

          Seokjin: I should’ve, I wanted to

          You: Why didn’t you?

          Seokjin: I was scared – what if I’m bad at it?

          You: Haha – I can’t imagine you are

          Seokjin: But… I could be

          You: I could be too

          Seokjin: I’ve wanted to, before tonight, I’ve just been so nervous

          You: I’ve wanted to, too… I think about it a lot

          Seokjin: Really?

          You: Yeah, I do

          Seokjin: Me too

          You: Well, then we better make it happen next time

          Seokjin: It’s a date

           Kissing you is all Seokjin can think about. Not just what it’ll mean for your relationship, but you.

          Kissing.

          You.

          How will your lips feel - will they be supple and soft? Chapped and rough? What sounds will you make? Will you hold his waist or tuck your hands into his shaggy hair? Will you be greedy or giving? Will your tongue move past his lips, drawing his out?

          But the one he cannot shake, cannot begin to comprehend: what will you taste like?  

           He’s tried not to venture down that path, the path of temptation, the path that moves from a kiss to kissing, to making out and hands slipping under clothes… clothes flying, sinful sounds… Seokjin has had to stop himself on more than one occasion. The temptation… the desire… it’s all too much when he hasn’t even kissed you once.

           As he tries to focus in rehearsals, brushing his teeth, playing games with Jungkook, all he can do is wonder: have you thought the same things, wondered what he’ll feel like, what he’ll taste like?

           “Hey,” You greet, stepping into the car. You’re glimmering, Seokjin observes, glancing at your bright smile.

           “Hey,” Seokjin offers you a nervous smile in exchange, ears already a bright red.

           “Jin, are you nervous already?”

           He chuckles, “Aren’t you?”

           You set your hand on the center console, palm up, waiting, expecting him to place his in yours. He complies, letting your thumb caress the skin as you speak. “I mean, yeah, but we’re still, us right?”

           “Yes,” He hums.

           “So, let’s go see the movie, and get pizza when it’s over,”

           “What, and make out on your couch?” His nervous giggles betray his hidden desires. He really would like to make out with you on your couch.

           “Do you want to skip the movie and do that instead?” You question. He turns his key in the ignition, shutting off the motor, and sighs.

           “We’re good, you and me, right?” He asks.

           “Yes, I think so,”

           Seokjin takes your hand again. “Good, good, me too,”

           “You’re asking because?”

           “Because, at some point in the very near future, I’m going to kiss you for the first time, and I need to know that if it’s a terrible kiss, if I’ve forgotten how or my teeth hit yours or our foreheads bump, that we’ll still stand a chance,”

           “You want a guarantee that if our first kiss is trash, I’m not going to ghost you?” You clarify.

           “Yes,” He’s staring ahead at the empty street, wondering if being this vulnerable will result in you no longer finding him attractive or interesting. Though nothing could be more embarrassing than his outburst the other night. He’d been kicking himself over it; how was it possible that he could both embarrass himself fully and so openly share how quickly he is falling for you.

           You squeeze his hand, still in yours. “Jinnie,”

           “That’s a new nickname,”

           “Oppa,”

           “No, please, no,”  

           “Jinnie, how about this,” You tuck your leg underneath you, turning your entire body to face him. “Kiss me,”

           “What?” He yells, head whipping around to you.

           “Just a peck, nothing more,” You instruct.

           “Okay,” His eyes are still wide, caught off guard by your sudden directions. He takes in your posture, the nervous habits he’s picked up on the last month or two, how endearing when caused by him.

           “Meet me halfway,” You whisper, squeezing his hand once more.

           Seokjin unbuckles his seatbelt, turning to mimic your posture. He inhales, steadying himself before leaning in.

           “Wait,” You request.

           “Oh god,” He groans.

           “Shut up,” You laugh, your free hand pushing his hair behind his ear, slowly coming to rest on his cheek. Your thumb draws languid circles on the apple of his cheek, blush seeping into his honeyed flesh. His eyes, already a little blown, gazing longingly into yours. “I really like you.”

           His eyes soften more, head leaning into the palm of your hand. The butterflies blossoming in his abdomen, he’s so relieved you can’t feel his heartbeat. “I really like you, too.”

           It’s the confidence he needs, the security and safety of being in his car, with you, so close together, and admission of mutual affection, that inspires him. It pushes him over the edge, leaning in slowly, brushing his nose against yours in an Eskimo kiss, eyes drifting closed, lips finally, ceremoniously, meeting yours.

           Unsinkable.

           The bubbles in fresh champagne.

           Centrifugal motion.

           Tingles down your spine.

           Toes curling.

           Shooting star.

           Everything is in slow motion.

           Soft touch.

Heartbeat in your ears.

           Sweet and gentle.

           A pivotal moment.

          Ahhh.

          Perpetual Bliss.

           Seokjin pulls away, resting his forehead on yours. His breath fans your face—it’s gentle, calming, not so nervous or shaking as it was before.

           “Wow,” You whisper.

           “That was criminal,” Seokjin says.

           “Do you want to go to the movie?”

           “I don’t know if I’ll be able to focus, now that I know,” He answers.

           “Now that you know what?”

           “Now that I’ve had a taste, a feel, I don’t know if I can focus on anything but you,”

           You groan, loudly, before opening your car door and stepping out. Seokjin follows, moving quickly to slip his hand back into yours. He’s following closely, excitement bubbling in his chest. Because now, now, that he’s experienced just a taste of kissing you, going a minute more without your lips on his, is completely unthinkable.  

[kurinoot]

[day 5] five creative songs | tsukishima kei

-> you know how much tsukishima listens to music most of the time no matter where he goes, so you thought of a way on how to confess your (hidden) feelings for him on valentines day, but will everything turned out as you thought it would be?

pairing: tsukishima x reader

themes: slight angst, takes place when you guys are second (or even third) years, mostly flirting playful banter, cliffhanger (?), too much salt, I guess 

wc: 1.5k

note: this one is kind of shorter compared to the previous valentines’ fic but please do anticipate the white day fic continuation of this one! please do tell me if you enjoyed this one, or if you have any criticisms or anything!

That’s it.

You’re not gonna make another Spotify stuff or whatever they call it again.

You never knew how hard it is to find song titles that matched your message to your liking without cringing until you planned and went to do it yourself.

“Finally!”, you grumbled as you found the last song for the playlist that you have set up for your crush on Valentines’ Day. You scratch your head in doubt, because you know for a fact that your crush is a salty bean, and even though you have the mental capacity to go head-to-head in a trash talk with him, the emotional wreck—you—says otherwise. For sure, he will most likely outright reject you, or something much worse like insulting your taste of music.

Even worse...

You have a crush on Kei Tsukishima.

You wondered yourself, of all the people you could’ve possibly have crushed on, it was that one cute salty beanpole that you chose. But on the plus side, you somehow developed a friendship with his freckled friend, who is kind of stuck in your situation, now helping you; which makes you wonder why is the softest boy in (probably) in the entirety of Karasuno High hanging out with the saltiest—even saltier than the ocean—beanpole.

“I think Tsukki will like that, just mind his words.”, Yamaguchi reassures you as he looks at the songs you have compiled for his best friend. He scrolls through the playlists, only to see a cohesive message forming from the titles of the songs. You immediately hear him giggle at the roster, which did not help your situation.

“Tadashi! You’re not helping!”, you pout at Yamaguchi’s response, who only then gave you a teasing giggle as you mentally breakdown.

“Sorry, Y/N.” He once again looked through your playlist, listening to one of the songs. “I may not be Tsukki, but I know he’ll probably like it.” He bobs his head to the rhythm of the music before you snorted at his response.

“Probably, my ass.”, you mutter to yourself as your hands rubbed your stressed temple while the both of you walked to the cafeteria.

Lunch break arrives as Yamaguchi went off to find the tall blonde as you went to the vending machine to buy milk. You look for your friend who, as usual, sits along with the salty french fry, as you call him. You hastily join their table with your bento in hand. Tsukishima notices your presence as you see him scowl as you pull a vacant chair to sit.

“Oh? Look what the cat dragged in, it’s you.” Tsukishima snarkily remarked, emphasizing on you with his eyes still focused on his food before glaring at you, giving you a snarky smirk. “I don’t even recall letting you in our little friend group, just because Yamaguchi’s your only friend.”

You looked at Yamaguchi for support in response to Tsukishima, “Am I not invited, Ta-da-shi~?”, you gave your saddest, cutest puppy eyes to Yamaguchi who could only look back and forth consecutively between the two of you before giving Tsukishima an apologetic look.

“Hah! 2 vs. 1, majority wins, Tsukki-poo.”, you snickered, sticking your tongue out as you sat down on the chair next to Yamaguchi. Tsukishima repeatedly tsk’ed in annoyance, looking at Tadashi.

“I don’t like that you’re close to this sham of a nigersaurus, Yamaguchi.”, Tsukishima nonchalantly blurts out as he notices your scowling face before snickering, arrogantly raising a brow.  ”Oh, sorry, I didn’t notice you were there.”

You could only raise an eyebrow at him, “Watch it, Tsk-ishima, you’re spitting too much salt, it might get to my food.” Tsukishima’s eye twitched irritatedly as he looked over you. “I don’t want my onigiri tasting like trash.” You ate your onigiri as you stared deadpan at Tsukishima, scoffing as he scowled at you.

Yamaguchi could only do so much to stop your senseless trash talking as he just laughed at your usual banter, resuming eating his lunch.

“Now now, settle down you two… I’m sure Tsukki doesn’t mean that way, Y/N. Right, Tsukki?” Yamaguchi says as he looked at Tsukishima for affirmation, scoffing as the blocker looked away annoyedly, as you did also.

To his surprise, the both of you decided to just eat your heart out instead of grabbing everyone’s attention, as the tension at your table was suffocating that even the other passersby were taking notice of the awkwardness between you and Tsukishima as you both resumed eating.

“You know what, let me just powder my nose. There’s some salt all over my face, and it’s irritating me.”, you say as you abruptly stand and give Tsukishima a mocking face to which he snickers in reply.

“Oh, Y/N, can I borrow your phone again?” Yamaguchi asks, giving him the thumbs up before leaving for the comfort room. He takes your phone from your bag as he scrolls down to the playlist that you created, searching for a specific song. Tsukishima, surprised at the closeness between you and Yamaguchi and curious at the contents of your phone, intrigues him as he leaned towards the budding pinch server, who was too occupied with checking your playlist. He then grabs your phone out of his best friend’s hands, much to Yamaguchi’s shock. Tsukishima’s face contorted disgustingly as he saw his name on the playlist.

“Tsukki! I-”

“Why is my name in here?”, Tsukishima asked with a bitter tone in his voice as he looked through your ‘Valentines’ playlist and his name in one sentence. Yamaguchi panickingly tried to take back your phone, but without success.

“Tsukki! Give her phone back! Please!”, he desperately reaches out for your phone as Tsukishima dodges his hands. Yamaguchi wished to be tall for once as he cursed internally for being clumsy that he shouldn’t have done it. He shouldn’t have scrolled through your phone to look for that 5 Seconds of Summer song.

Tsukishima scrolled through the playlist, feeling even more disgusted at the thought of your cheesy antics. Much to his displeasure, his cheeks started to heat up,  which would’ve been obvious if it weren’t for the sunlight peeking through the classroom windows.

“Hey! W-Why do you have my phone?!”, you stutter as you made your presence known to the two. You could only see Yamaguchi a bit shaken, covering his mouth in shock as he could only watch everything unravel before his eyes.

Tsukishima breaks the ice, teasing you to cover up his embarrassed state, “I knew you have bad taste in music, but I never knew it would be THIS bad. And what’s with this cheesy antic?”

“It’s the message in the titles that count — that’s not the point!”, you could only grumble and stutter in reply, with your cheeks going on full red in both anger and embarrassment.

“You should have your ears checked next time if you’re listening to these.”, Tsukishima laughs as he shoves back your phone to you before he starts walking away.

Your teeth seethed in anger as your hands tightened on your phone, trying to grasp what remains of your dignity. “I-If you think your taste in music is better, why don't you show me yours, huh?!”

With a snap, Tsukishima halted and turned to look at you, bitterly irritated before his facade quickly changed to the most irritating mocking smile you’ve ever seen.

“What’s that?” He asks, calmly.

“I didn’t quite catch what you said over your whimpering, Y/N.” His tone was venomous, particularly at the mention of your name. You never saw him this pissed, let alone, him saying your name in a rather hostile tone. He hastily approached you and with each step, your heart pounded faster against your chest. Your brain is shouting at you to run away, but your body can't; you feel your sweat run cold as Tsukishima approaches you. In an instant, he forcibly grabs your arm and slams you to the wall.

“Hey! What was that for—”, your sentence was cut short as his long arms locked you to the wall as he closed the distance between the two of you. The closeness made your heart race faster as your blood rose in each minute to your cheeks, his breath tingling against your skin.

You see the shift of his face to a smirk, his hand on your chin forcibly making you look at him, directly at his amber eyes. “So, you actually like me, eh?” He suddenly drew closer to your ear.

“Y/N?”

You compelled yourself to not whimper at the moment, looking away from him as he narrowly stares at you for a while before he lets you go and goes out of the classroom like nothing happened. Your legs were threatening to fall weakly to the floor, staring into nothingness as Yamaguchi, who usually follows Tsukishima afterwards, was now trying to knock some sense back into you.

“Y/N! Y/N!”, you hear Tadashi shaking you gently.

Your heart could only beat in a combination of embarrassment and anxiety, and the butterflies in your stomach weren’t helping either as the background noise in your ears disappeared. Even if Yamaguchi was at your side, calming you down, you still felt Tsukishima’s lingering presence as you caressed your cheek, feeling the heat from earlier; your teeth seething in anger.

“Damn you Tsukishima!”

back to valentines masterlist

[heli0s-writes]

Artichokes

Summary: A peek into the beginning of Bag of Tricks

Pairing: Chaotic Dumbass!Reader/ Exasperated! Bucky

A/N:  ~2k words. Written for @sunmoonandbucky​‘s challenge! So sorry it’s late! Congrats on your milestone, you deserve it and so much more! ✨ My prompt was “Even artichokes have hearts” 

Warnings: Canon-level violence, cursing. StupiT stuff.

“Hey.” It’s not a greeting.

The flight is still long, at least another two hours until the destination is reached. Behind his seat, you poke with your foot, other leg stretched over Natasha’s knee as she dozes off.

“What.” It’s not a question.

Fifteen minutes since the last time you opened your mouth and Bucky knew he wouldn’t make the half-hour mark; it was too good to be true.

“If you were an animal, what would you be?”

“Don’t like animals.”

A huff as you glare out the window and into the clouds, cross that he’s decided to be cross first.

“Okay. If you had a kid, boy or girl?”

“Don’t like kids.”

Natasha chuckles, eyes still closed, hand gently rubbing your knee in consolation because sometimes Bucky just gets this way, and he often gets this way in prolonged flights or car rides—when he’s showcasing his most winning personality trait: patience. Ha-ha.

And he gets this way, especially, with you. 

The new addition, after a disastrous mission where you almost blew everyone’s cover by getting into a near-scuffle at the bar. It’s not your fault you were dragged into that impending train-wreck on your day off—never even having met the Avengers to begin with, and then immediately being thrust into an asinine high-profile mission requiring you to wear an evening gown with heels.

And if the situation couldn’t get any worse, as you were stuffing yourself into spanx and tacking fake eyelashes to your lids, you were informed that you’d be Bucky Barnes’ date for the night. Discomfort in itchy and too-tight, clothing, a room full of strangers, remanded to being someone’s mute eye-candy. It was the perfect cocktail for fisticuffs with the very man assigned to be your date.

Moving on.

With a heavy roll of your eyes, you lean right, let your shoulder press up against Nat, trying to find a comfortable position. “It’s probably a good idea,” she soothes, cracking her neck a little and the light flickering through the window makes her wince before it’s cut off by her hand closing the shutter.

-

“Stop looking at the squirrel,” Bucky shoulders his rifle. You’re sprawled out on your stomach, eye pressed against the scope, as he clocked—looking at a squirrel. It’s just so damn cute, stuffing that acorn into its cheek where the nut joins about three more. Beady little eyes flit back and forth before it takes off and you retreat from the show, crawling back on your elbows and lifting yourself up.

“You scared it!”

“Shut up. Let’s go.”

Nat crackles in your ears, “Stop arguing.”

You do, because Bucky yanks you away by the back of your suit, and because you (kind of) listen to your superiors. Might as well, you’ve only been a part of the team only two months and Bucky’s been here since the goddamn Stone Age, it seems, with the way he struts around so fucking stoic and grim. Me Bucky Barnes. Me Crush Newbie Into Dust. Me Don’t Like Fun. More Hulk than Winter Soldier. You snort.

Even Natasha will spend a little bit of time with you, watch a movie or do something that doesn’t require staring into the eyes of the same people every. Single. Day. She’s glad to have another woman around, anyway. You’ve been told Wanda and Vision (a robot, or something) have taken a sabbatical from the life.

Steve will go on runs and let you tag along for the first twenty minutes. Tony will let you put on the booster boots and clap when you careen yourself into a table because it warms his little troll heart to see you nursing a welt on your eyebrow. Sam? Sam will tear it up at a club; he will dance on top of the goddamn bar. Sam Wilson is a riot and a half, but Bucky?

Nothing. Looks at you disparagingly from across conference room tables. Rolls his dead-eyes at every opportunity when you open your mouth. Granted, your mouth doesn’t have a lot of helpful information and most of it is a deflection from true answers because that’s your stupid coping mechanism for when people get too close—but everyone else laughs.

Bucky Barnes doesn’t laugh. Bucky Barnes doesn’t like jokes.

Doesn’t like animals. Doesn’t like kids. Doesn’t like fun. Doesn’t like you.

Doesn’t help that you tried to strangle him with an evening gown two months ago, but, pish-posh, past is in the past.

“What’s the timeline for when I can graduate from newbie-status?” You ask breezily, inflecting your tone just the right way so that he knows you’re not that invested in this conversation.

“Whenever you can run a solo.”

“I can.”

An exasperated huff as he sticks his arm out in front of your collar. You look at him in irritation, ready to swat it away until your feet trip over a loose root and Bucky catches you by the shoulder. 

“No,” he says calmly, setting you on your feet, “You can’t. You were on probation for a reason. Still on it, even if you moved jobs.”

Okay. So maybe calling it a “day off” was giving yourself too much credit. Fury was – haha—furious with you after The-Mission-That-Will-Not-Be-Named (lots of explosives, your boredom, paranoia, and inclination for entropy) and took you out of the field. Desk duty was the only apt punishment, until your immobility spiraled out of control and led you down the rabbit hole of hacking into your co-workers e-mails. He put you on probation after that. Took all your toys. No laptop. No badge. No gun.

Smartly, you shut up, letting Bucky walk ahead in case any more errant roots might make you eat your words again.

The path to the hideout is thick, full of stupid twigs and branches and you repeatedly brush spiderwebs from your face. Keeping close to Bucky, you let him shoulder most of the burden, only putting your hand up when a branch he snaps off with his hand flies too close to your eyes.

“IF—” You start loudly, and Bucky bristles at your volume, “If you had to go back into a burning building to sav--?”

“I wouldn’t.” He retorts, “And you’re being annoying.”

Three bullets whizz over Bucky’s head. He ducks immediately, snatching your arm and taking you down, too. If only this were one of those moments in the romantic comedies where he cages you in with his arms and you have a brief and blessed second of staring into his blue eyes where the world goes quiet and he realizes maybe you’re not that bad.

“ROLL--” He yells, instead, as he ducks behind a boulder. “--OUT OF THE GODDAMN WAY.”

Alas, not meant to be.

His gloved hand pushes into the air sideways, like he could push you, too, across the bed of fallen leaves and to safety. You’re quick enough to flip on your side, but not quicker than a third bullet and it streaks through the top of your forearm, carrying a fast stream of blood with it.

Your reach into the side holster on your thigh, pulling out your knife and launching it past the barrel squeezed between two trees. A clink as it misses and ricochets off the gun. Bucky does the same motion and it goes right into a shoulder with a firm squelch. He’s up on his feet, rushing across the leaves in a blur. Throwing the rifle down, you start sprinting right as an elbow jabs itself into Bucky’s chest and he stumbles. Then, a quick turn and you hurtle your weight across the air, spinning both feet into the man and landing on top of him. Bones crack beneath your weight.

There go the shoulders.

The agent gurgles again as you roll your sleeves up, ignoring the blood that splatters onto your knee.

Bucky steps back when you grab a fistful of dirt and throw it into his face, “Pocket sand, motherfucker.” Then, the butt of your handgun meets his temple with a loud pop. “Goodnight, ya dumb bitch.”

More rustling ushers in more lackeys and Bucky is dodging behind tree trunks, weaving knives and dodging bullet hailstorms. He warily looks around the bend of a tree, breathing through his mouth, assessing the situation. There are about four guys, armed to the teeth, well-trained as far as he can tell. Bucky should be able to take them out, and it would go easier with yo—Where the fuck are you?

Your shriek makes him flinch and he dashes across the way behind another trunk, heels digging into the dirt ready to charge. Guns are firing off, grunts and yells, and not even one second after Bucky comes out from behind the tree, he watches you punch a goddamn grenade into the thicket before shooting its previous owner in the neck.

The explosion rocks the ground slightly, but you’re unfazed, instead, focused intently on your hand. There is something wrong with your left arm. You hold it close to your side, fingers curled gingerly under your rib.

You look up at him, eyes brimming with tears.

Dread boils up from the pit of his belly. Bucky calls out to you, asking if you’re okay. You turn around and he hisses at the sight— shot through the bicep, cut over your cheek, but your gaze keeps falling downward.

Inside your cupped hands is a hedgehog, nose frantically twitching like a tiny rotten gumdrop. A sniffle as you slowly set the creature down, waiting for it to scurry away, but it never does.

Bucky groans. Shoulders his rifle with a disappointed sigh, exasperated that you tricked him into being concerned for your well-being, “Fucking-- you’ve got to be kidding. You got shot for that rodent?”

“He’s helpless! Look at him! Little baby! He could have a family! A hedgehog wife and hedgehog kids!” A wilted blubber, and good God, you’re completely serious about it, “Even artichokes have hearts, Barnes!”

“I’m about to artichoke you,” Bucky retorts, irritated, and the first comeback that pops into your head isn’t ideal for a family setting, but your mouth moves faster than your brain and there aren’t any kids around anyway.

“How’d you know that was my kink?” And then you brace yourself for the moment when Bucky Barnes annihilates your entire life, but there is only silence. Then, a snort. Then, finally, a series of low chuckles before he gasps, “Jesus Christ.”

You’re stunned into silence, and it’s a wonder, since he’s never known you to be silent for anything. Two months of no-filter commentary that makes him physically ill at times, and you’re shocked quiet.

“Holy shit,” you murmur, “You laughed. You don’t like anything. You don’t like kids. You don’t like animals… I don’t really know if you like to even laugh. God knows you don’t like me very much.”

“I like you just fine,” Bucky grins, and-- it’s a little blinding. His eyes shine brightly, midday sun in a mischievous blue sky, framed perfectly with those dark, long eyelashes. For a second you regret almost pummeling that nice-looking face in the first time you met it.

“You can’t keep that thing. I can see you.” Your hands freeze, one opening a pocket on your thigh, the other halfway sliding the creature in. Bucky glares when you continue, pretending he’s not there.  

“Barnes, I’ve decided,” you declare, hoping it would throw him off, “This is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.”

A beat passes as he chews on his next response, deep in contemplation. Bucky’s not sure what being your friend would entail— his annoyance, at the very best. His literal death, at worst.

“Hm,” he grunts softly, edge of his voice giving way to amusement, unable to fully keep his stoic demeanor. One eyebrow raises your way, corner of his mouth lifting ever so slightly when your forehead furrows in wait.

“What?” You ask.

“Don’t like friendship.”

Taking a note from your book, Bucky punches the back of your hand, launching the hedgehog into the thicket, cackling at your screech all the while.

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ HIDDEN ❜

with Hank ‘Tranq’ Loza.

Request: hey, I absolutely adore your writing! 💕 I love love love love tranq, if you could write something about reader being a member of mayans and being on a long run, like to meet with sons in charming or something, and they stop to spend the night somewhere, like a motel, and when everyone else is asleep, things get smutty with her & hank 👀 thank you, cheers from northern europe, and have a nice day 😊

BY ANON

Warnings: nsfw, this is pure smut and I'm not sorry.

Word count: about 1.5k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: @thedevilsmoonshine

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Lying over a picnic table, you have both hands under your head and your gaze raised up. From there, you can see the star-filled night sky. You have been trying to sleep for the last two hours, but for some reason you couldn't get it. Being so absorbed in counting stars, you don't hear two heavy feet coming to your position, scaring you when the man grabs your ankles to pull them and making you crawl above the wood, until he settles himself between your legs.

“You fucking pendejo!” Hitting Tranq's chest, you growl like a furious dog, hearing him chuckle this time. “You scared the shit outta me, idiot”.

“I've been looking at you for five minutes, without you noticing it”. He says making fun of you, enclosing you in his arms. “You looked beautiful”.

“How easy you turn from creepy to cute…” You laugh shaking your head.

“What are you doing here?”

“Couldn' sleep”.

“Need a help?” He smirks, leaning forward to sink his face into your neck, pressing his lips over your skin.

Some nice shivers run down your backbone, unconsciously wrapping his waist with your thighs, biting your lower lip as you close your eyes. His breath is too warm, touring your jaw with the tip of his nose until reaching your lips to kiss them. You love how gentle he is at the start, caressing your legs with his calloused hands going under the baggy shirt. Without advising you, Hank lifts you up under his grip non stopping the kiss, walking almost blind to his room. He easily opens the door, as soon as he finds it, coming in feeling your hands roaming the back of his head and his neck. When it started? You can't remember. Who knows that between you there's fire sparkles? You don't care.

Lying you down on your back, over the mattress, he pulls away himself enough time to take off his shirt, while you imitate this gesture giving him a good view of your bristled breasts waiting for him. Making himself space between your legs again, spreading them so you can feel better the rock under his sweatpants, the man attacks your nipples with his mouth and his huge fingers. You can't help but say his name undercover by a soft gasp. His touch is delicate, caressing one of your nipples with the tip of his tongue before sucking it and pulling it softly. In the meantime that he has his lustful eyes fixed on yours, his hands go down by your sides until finding the waistband of your panties. Sliding them through your legs to throw the piece of clothing onto somewhere, Tranq begins to draw a kissing path over your abdomen, continuing to your pelvis.

From your thighs emanate a sweet heat that drives him inside, leaving a meticulous lick all over your center. A moan dies in your lips, slightly arching your back.

“I love how you taste, mi amor”.

His hoarse voice echoes between your legs, dumping two thick fingers among your folds making you shudder because of the pleasure it gives you. Curling them, his hand starts a soft and slow pace, as his lips finds your throbbing and needed clit, gently sucking it and pressing it with his tongue. Your man knows exactly how to worship you, looking for your enjoyment more than for himself. You can't help but move your hips almost priceless, but enough for him to know that you want it faster. A third finger fills you up, stealing you a honeyed grunt, going deeper in your wet pussy while he enjoys the taste of your juices. His hand moving rotating inside of you is making you squirm under his grip, placing yours on his head as your gasps flood the room.

“Fuck, Tranq… I need you to fuck me”. You slur with both eyes closed, focused on his tongue sucking your sensible skin above his fingers. “Please…”

His responses come by catching your clit between his lips, to hardly suck it, taking your breath away; arching your back and pressing his face to your center.

“Oh, my fucking god!” You almost cry, feeling his vibrant laughs against your wetness.

Leaving some kisses on your inner thighs, he goes up looking for your lips. Tasting your own flavor in his mouth, fighting his tongue, you rub your needed pussy against his cock covered by the soft fabric.

“You're going to kill me”. Whispering, the mexican pulls down his sweatpants and his boxers, enough to free himself. “Tell me how much you want it, mi amor”.

“I've been waiting for this all day. I really need to feel you”.

“You have been quiet. Bishop is in the other room”. You know you will not, by the way he has to rub the hot head of his cock against your clit and your folds.

“Fuck El Presidente, fuck the club and fuck me, cariño”. You complain almost frowning.

Your groans get husked when he pounds you without expecting, nor advertising you. He quickly covers your lips pressing his on, to shut up the loudly moan born inside your throat. Hank presses his body against you, hitting your g-spot and your soul too easily, giving you time to accommodate your walls to his thickness. He is fucking big. More than you could think the first time you were about to have him between your legs. And when he's sure that he can move, he just simply does with a desperate pace. His pelvis colliding onto your pussy once and again, without taking you a deep breath, drowning every sound in his mouth. One of his arms is under your body, holding you tightly, while his free hand is grabbing your wrists over your head, thrusting his cock a little harder inside you.

It feels so good after being waiting since this morning, when he left your house to get ready for the trip where you have to assist someone's motorbike at Charming, because the Sons' were needing your mechanic skills after some kind of accident. And this is one of your rewards. Spreading your legs a little more, feeling how your body slightly bounces over the bed, Tranq digs his hardness with soft growls stuck in his vocal chords. Resting his forehead on yours and his dark eyes maintaining your gaze, he loosens his grip on your wrists to let you place them on his lower back, trying to push him somewhat deeper, beating up your g-spot in every move he does.

“I wanna ride you”. You mutter containing your moans as much as you can.

“Fuck… yes, mi amor”.

Pulling himself out of your wetness, making you sob displeased, Trank lies down on his back with an arm under you yet. Sitting on his lap and leading his glans among your throbbing lips, kneeling over the bed, you let your body fall down hardly impaling yourself with his dick.

“Oh, fuck”. You cry out covering your mouth with a hand.

“C'mon, mi vida… ride me”. He asks you, using his long fingers to wrap your throat.

Curving your back, your hips start to dance over him, finding a little more of pleasure as much as you spread your legs by both sides of his body. His eyes are on the point that your bodies get connected, watching how easily his cock get swallowed by your pussy.

“Shit… you take me so good, mi amor”. Tranq grunts, squeezing your neck slightly.

“Oh, fuck, baby…” You cry out speeding up with every thrust, practically jumping on top of him.

His free hand travels to your breasts, pinching them, bewitched by the move they make. Seeing him biting his lower lip full of pleasure, you know that he is as close as you are. The heat is bristling your skin, closing your eyes and focusing on his thickness stretching your walls to the limit, trying to contain every loud moan his cock provokes you. Your legs begin to shake softly, tautening your thighs, and feeling a knot concentrating in your belly. Loosening his grip, you lean over his chest looking for his lips to shut your vocals, dancing desperately with his hands squeezing your ass helping you somehow.

“Fuck… make me cum, please…” You beg between sobs, feeling the sweat stuck on your foreheads when you rest yours over his.

Using one of his thumb, roaming a hand among your bodies, Tranq reaches your clit; rubbing it with the same fast pace. The dry sound of your skin crashing against his and the wet ‘pops’ every time you go from top to bottom, digging his hardness into you, flood the hotel room as the sweetest and dirty melody you could ever hear. Being enough to make the knot, installed in your lower belly, explode in the desired orgasm. Closing your fingers around the back of his head, you muffle a loud moan on his lips, feeling the mexican deepening his throbbing cock into you until filling you up with his seed. The guttural growl that borns inside his chest, dies in your neck, biting it hard enough to make a mark and leave you breathless. His cock twitches inside you, after some deep pounds, you collapse over his chest with a tired smile and a soft sight, making him chuckle.

“Fuck, baby”. You mumble, resting your cheek on him trying to catch back some air, feeling his hands gently caressing your back.

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The Scavenger Hunt

             (Marco x Fem s/o Reader)

Hey guys! I wrote this for @mooshs-crack-headcanons​ 300 follower special! I am still new to writing fanfic but also still feel new to the fandom. So, I hope you guy’s enjoy! I had a ton of fun writing this and kept giving myself mini fangirl heart attacks. My prompt was Ideal Date. Just call me spontaneous, Whoops! Also there’s no trigger warnings other than big fluff. Also anything in italics is a memory/flashback. Enjoy!

It was a regular day on the Moby Dick. You had gotten all your baking done a little early in the kitchen. So Thatch asked you to take inventory of the stock because we were approaching an island. Knowing you can’t say no to your commander, you grab the clipboard to start inventory and head to the storeroom.

Grumbling to yourself because you had to yet again recount the same thing you were trying to count five times already. Mainly, people kept interrupting you and you were starting to get really frustrated because all the interruptions made you lose count. Thinking to yourself the next time someone dares to interrupt you. Let’s just say it wasn’t going to be pretty. You were crouched down counting vegetables. When out of the corner of your eye you suddenly see Thatch’s face. 

Seeing his face so suddenly scared you and made you jump up really quickly. Also because it scared you so much you instinctively turned and punched his arm. Trying to calm your heart rate down you slightly scream “What the heck Thatch, a little warning would be appreciated next time! You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“OW! I was talking to you when I walked back here, I thought you heard me!” Thatch said while holding his arm pretending to look wounded.

“Well you know how I get when I’m focused. Also I’m not apologizing for punching you, you probably deserved it.” You said while crossing your arms, over the clipboard you were holding. 

“Well excuse me. I guess I’m not gonna tell you what I just saw then.” Thatch said while turning back around to walk out of the storeroom.

“Wait!! Fine, I’m sorry! What were you gonna tell me?” You quickly yelled before he could walk out the door.

“Ahhhh.. I knew that would get an apology out of you. Anyway, I saw Ace walk out of your room about twenty minutes ago. I think he set up another prank. You should go check your room before something either explodes or something bad happens. You know how he is.” Thatch said while grabbing the unfinished inventory list from you. 

“Ugh! He’s the worst! He either goes way to big, or way to small with pranks. Why people call him Prank Sinatra, I will never understand. Thanks for telling me, are you gonna finish up or do I need to come back?” You asked Thatch while letting go of your clipboard.

“Nah, I’ll finish up. Be careful, who knows what Ace did this time.” Thatch called out to you before you walked out the door.

“Ok thanks! I’ll be careful.” You called back before heading to your room. 

Being on the lookout for things that aren’t supposed to be there, you cautiously approached your bedroom door. Seeing nothing tied to the handle or anything sticking out of the door. You turned the handle and pushed the door open quickly, thinking something might splash on you from the top. Nothing happened, walking all the way in the room you’re still searching for something out of the ordinary. You’re so focused on some dumb prank and looking for something small around your room that you failed to notice what’s on your bed. When you finally turn around and look at your bed, you gasp and cover your mouth really quickly. 

On top of your bed is the cutest romper you had ever seen along with a pair of matching converse and a note on top addressed to you. Walking over to the bed you admire the outfit first. It’s white with a red and pink rose floral pattern, it has a halter top neckline, and the shorts came halfway down your thigh. Picking it up you noticed it was open-backed. Smiling at your new favorite outfit, you lay it down and pick up the note with your name on it. Written in your amazing boyfriend’s doctor handwriting. Opening the note you look down and start reading.

“My dearest, (y/n). I have a surprise waiting for you. Please put on the outfit I laid out for you. I hope to see you at 7. Follow the clues to find me. Good luck! Love, Marco   Your first clue is: Go to where we shared our first kiss.” 

Looking at your clock, you notice that it’s already 4:30. How many clues are there, you think to yourself. Hopefully you can find them all and especially find him by 7! Rushing around your room, you quickly get changed. Looking in the mirror one last time you realize how cute this romper looks on you and how amazing it is that Marco found it just for you. Putting on your new converse because he knows that you’ll never wear anything else, even if it’s supposed to be fancy. You can put the girl in a nice outfit, but you can’t take her out of her converse. Which is something you have told him multiple times. You look at the clock one last time before you rush out of your room. It’s 4:45 which means you have two hours and fifteen minutes to finish Marco’s surprise scavenger hunt. 

Remembering clue number one, you start to head to the stern of the ship. While on your way you reminisced about your first kiss. You were in the middle of passionately telling Marco about something. You couldn’t even remember what it was because all you can remember is the next moment. Marco had grabbed you with both of his hands, one on each side of your face and immediately kissed you. That first kiss took your breath away, just thinking about it takes your breath away all over again. He was so passionate and gentle all at the same time, his lips were as soft as you always thought they’d be. When he pulled back he just smiled at you and pretended like nothing happened and even motioned for  you to continue your story. Like you could even think after a kiss like that.

Shaking your head at the memory you finally reach your destination, Izo is standing there waiting for you. 

“Well (y/n), are you ready for clue number two?” Izo asked while smirking and holding out another note addressed to you. 

“Izo, you’re in on this too? Can’t you just please tell me where he is, I’m too anxious! I need to know!” You exclaimed, while reaching for the next clue.

“Aww. Where would be the fun in that. It’d ruin the surprise! I’m not telling you, also I think if I did Marco would throw me off the side of the ship. So you’re just gonna have to figure it out (y/n).” Izo said as he walked away from you, leaving you with the note. 

Rolling your eyes at Izo because you should’ve known that he was gonna say that. You open up your next clue. It said

“When you were talking that day, the passion in your eyes was so beautiful. That I couldn’t help myself but grab your face and kiss you. The blush you had went on for days and I thought you had never been so cute. Now head to where we both said “I love you” for the first time.”

Smiling at the clue, you take off towards Marco’s office. Remembering that day like it was yesterday, you think back to that moment. The Whitebeard Pirates had just fought a group of marines that tried to ambush them on an island that we had just docked at. Within the hour the marines were defeated and we had already sailed away and lost them. You unfortunately got a deep cut on your right shoulder from a stray sword you couldn’t block in time. You headed to Marco to get stitches and as he was treating you he was yelling at you about how careless you were and seemed to be about your injury. Which led to a major fight. In the middle of the fight he yelled out.

“I LOVE YOU! Look (y/n), I know you are really strong and a great fighter. Just please be careful and more aware. I just can’t lose you.” 

You started crying and pulled him into a hug. 

“I love you too. I do take this seriously and you won’t lose me.” you whispered in his ear. 

Pulling yourself out of memory lane, you walk into his office and sitting on the table where Marco gave you your stitches was Ace. 

“Wow.. So did you really go in my room or was Thatch just saying that to get me to go in my room looking for something?” You accused while walking up to Ace reaching for the next clue. 

“Nah. It wasn’t me who did that, but pranking you is something I do enjoy doing. So Thatch had a great excuse.” Ace laughed while handing you the next clue.

“Yea, too bad you do the worst pranks. I wonder how many clues there are, it’s already 5:30 and he expects me to find him by 7.”You muttered to yourself. Breaking the seal and opening the third clue.

“Hey! I do great and funny pranks! You just don’t have a sense of humor. Honestly I don’t know how many he has (y/n), but read the note aloud! I wanna know what it says!” Ace said excitedly bouncing in his seat, while also trying to defend his subpar pranking abilities.

“Fine, It says. I was so upset that day, because I felt a fraction of what I think it would feel like to lose you. I never want to feel that way again. I promise to always protect you and love you. Let’s go back to where this all began. Your next destination is the spot where we first met.” You read out loud as you tried not to cry over Marco’s sweet promise.

“Wow. Marco is way smoother than I gave him credit for. Also he’s super cheesy. So where did you guys first meet?” Ace asked while he hopped down off the table. 

“We actually first met on the deck, he was sitting next to Pops. Thatch brought me to the ship wanting to bring me on as his Sous Chef/Pastry Chef and when has Pops ever turned someone who needed a family away.” You said as you started walking out the door headed for the deck to see Pops, turning your head and looking at Ace as you said the last part.

It was a dreary day on a random island on the grand line. It was pouring down outside the little cafe you owned. Two men ran into the cafe to get out of the rain, you later found out their names were Thatch and Jozu. Since there were no other customers you decided to take them up on their offer and sit down with them and get to know each other. When you started talking about how you were all alone on this island with no family and no one really to call friends both Thatch and Jozu demanded you come join their crew and be a part of their family. Thatch especially after he tasted how delicious your cooking and baking were. You were a little weary just because, well they were pirates but so far they seemed like really good people. You also had always dreamed of adventure and a place far away from all these bad memories. So you packed your essentials and took off with them and never looked back. You finally had a family and a dad who loves you and all his children unconditionally. 

While on your way to see Pops, you couldn’t help but think about how different your life would’ve been if Thatch and Jozu never ran into your cafe all those years ago. You wouldn't have the family or friends you trusted. All the adventures you’ve been on wouldn’t have happened. Most importantly, you would have never met the love of your life, Marco. That is what you would’ve missed out on the most. 

Stepping out onto the front deck, you noticed the sun was starting to go down and the sky was starting to turn a bright orange. 

“Pops, please tell me this is the last one. It’s almost 7 and I still haven’t found Marco yet. Ace completely sidetracked me and I lost precious time. I’m worried I’ll ruin the surprise because I’ll be late.” You worried while walking up to your dad and hugging him. 

“Yes my daughter, you can stop worrying now because this is the last clue and you will find him before 7 like I knew you would.” Pops reassured you as he handed you the last clue. 

“Ohhh! Thank you!!” You exclaimed while ripping open the note to see where you can finally find Marco. Reading the note it said.

“I remember the first time I saw you. You didn’t notice me at first which is fine but you instantly captivated me. You had flour smudged on your face and it was clear you had just been pulled out of a bakery of some sort. I knew then just by looking at you that you were different and I had to get to know you. So that leads me to the final spot. Where we connected every time we sat and talked together. Go to where we eat every meal together.”

“What, this makes no sense. Why would Marco be at the table we eat at everyday? What’s the significance?” You asked confused while looking up at Pops. Who merely just shrugged his shoulders. 

“Only one way to find out (y/n).” pops called out as you had already started walking towards the dining hall. 

“Also when are you guys gonna start having KIDS?” Pops yelled out.

“POPS!! Stop!!” You yelled back flushing with embarrassment as some of the crew around heard what was said and started laughing.

“WHAT? I’m ready to be a grandpa!!” He yelled back at you, joining in with everyone laughing at the situation.

Feeling even more embarrassed all you could do was start running to where you knew you would find Marco.  

Stopping right outside the dining room doors, to catch your breath from running all the way here. You continued to ponder on why here specifically. After catching your breath, you knew the only way to get an answer was to walk in and ask Marco himself. 

Pushing open the doors to the dining room, you see him sitting exactly in the same spot he always sits in while eating. Although most everyone was here and had food in front of them, no one was eating. Everyone was patiently waiting to see what happens next. You slowly approached Marco and sat down in your seat opposite of him. Looking at him you couldn’t help the smile that graced your face. He had dressed up just for you, he was wearing a white button down shirt and black dress pants. He also had on a red tie that complemented the outfit he gave you. Looking back up at Marco he grabbed both your hands from across the table. 

“Marco, I don’t understand. Did I miss an anniversary? I know I’m super forgetful but I never thought I would miss an important date.” You asked as you looked at him, all he did was lightly smile and shake his head. 

“(Y/n), it was this very spot six months after getting to know you, three weeks before I kissed you, and two months before I told you I love you. It was this very spot that I first knew I was deeply in love with you. So in love with you that I couldn't get you out of my head and everyone was tired of me talking about you or asking about you. So they forced me to do something about it. That was one year ago today, that I came to this realization. I just really wanted to do something special for you and I know you love surprises and scavenger hunts.” Marco professed as he looked into your tear stained face. While the whole dining room is fangirling over their OTP being so cute. 

“Why are you crying (y/n), I’m so sorry!” Marco panicked thinking he did something terribly wrong and trying to wipe your tears away. 

“No No! Don’t be sorry! This is just the most sweetest thing someone has ever done for me and it makes me love you even more, which I didn’t know was even possible.” You said as you tried to hug Marco over the table.

“Hey, there’s more planned. Come on, follow me!” Marco said as he grabbed your hand and started walking back out onto the deck.

“Where are we going?” You asked once you were both on the front deck. By this time the sky was in full sunset mode and it was so beautiful.

“You’ll see, I don’t want to ruin the surprise. Hop on, we gotta fly there.” He said while he was helping you climb onto his back. 

Flying with Marco was an experience you think you’ll never get used to. He’s so warm and the flight is always so relaxing that you have a hard time not falling asleep because you feel so safe and comforted with him. Getting to fly during sunsets was always your favorite. All the beautiful colors mixed with Marco’s phoenix coat, never failed to take your breath away. 

Finally getting to your destination, it’s a cliff side picnic. Overlooking the ocean with the Moby Dick in the distance. There were a few candles around the blanket for light, since the sun was going down. It was simply picturesque and you still couldn’t believe that Macro did all this for you.

“I love you so much, but you really didn’t have to do this.” You told him, while you both were starting to eat the meal Thatch had prepared for the date. 

“Yes I did, you deserve to be spoiled every once in a while (y/n). Also I wanted you to know about the significance of this day. I love you too and I can’t wait to spend many more years by your side.” Marco confessed, while grabbing your hand and kissing the back of it. You just smiled and shook your head at him.

The night went on very peacefully. After you both finished dinner it was finally dark outside. You blew out the candles and laid back on the blanket. You guys stargazed for about two hours, just cuddling and whispering about dreams and life in general. When it got too cold for you even with Marco’s heat. He packed everything up and flew you back to the ship. After changing and crawling into bed, right before sleep was about to take you. You turned over and looked at Marco. 

“This was the most perfect date I think we’ve had yet. Thank you, Marco.” You whispered, Marco smiled and simply leaned forward and kissed your forehead. Then you drifted off into a blissful sleep next to the sweetest man you know.

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

The Smell of You-Part 5

This is the continuation of a BTS!Vampire one-shot. You can find the other 4 previous parts on my masterlist! <3

Tags: BTS, Bangtan Boys, Bangtan Seonyendan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond the Scene, BTS!Vampires, Bangtan!Vampires, Vampire AU, BTS Oneshot, poly!BTS, BTS x you, Jin x you, Yoongi x you, Hoseok x you, Namjoon x you, Jimin x you, Taehyung x you, Jungkook x you

Genre: Fluff

You chew on your sandwich, glancing around the nearly empty hospital cafeteria, before you take a swig of your soda, moving your gaze to Namjoon, who sits across from you at the small table, glasses perched on the edge of his nose, as he scribbles something feverishly across some paperwork, making you smile at his focused movements. 

He must feel your gaze on him, because he looks up as your eyes study his face, and raising a brow in curiosity, he asks, “What?” 

“Nothing.” You shrug, hiding your grin as you duck your head to take another bite of your somewhat sad lunch. “You’re just cute when you’re focused.” 

“Hah.” He lets out a bark of laughter, humorless, as he rakes a hand through his hair, letting out a long sigh between pursed lips. “Cute is not the word I would use to describe this paperwork. Isn’t this a nurse’s job?” 

You raise your head sharply, on the defense, yet you relax when you see his teasing smile, his lips drawn back to reveal a flash of long white fangs, as you stick your tongue out at him and say dryly in return, “Ha ha. Good one, Dr. Kim.” 

You chew your sandwich as he turns back to his paperwork, swearing lightly and muttering to himself under his breath. You know, as a nurse in the same hospital, that things have been stressful for Namjoon lately. He’s been taking on extra shifts to cover for short staffing in the OR, and though you try to eat lunch together when your shifts do converge, it hasn’t been happening as often lately-you’ve been confined to the ER on the bottom floor of the large hospital, busy with emergencies and traumas, and Namjoon has barely left the third floor, spending long hours in operating rooms holding scalpels and squinting into fluorescent lights. 

You are pulled from your thoughts as Namjoon sighs, once more, shuffling his paperwork back into its folder, before he stands, and stretching long arms above his head, white coat billowing around his tall, slender form, he offers you a regretful grimace, as he says softly, “I have to get back unfortunately. I have two more surgeries scheduled before the end of the shift.” 

“I understand.” And you do. Because you know, better than anyone, how hectic life in a hospital can be. 

You flash him a sympathetic smile of understanding, as he gathers his things, slinging his stethoscope once more around his neck, before he leans down and presses a kiss to your lips. He tastes of green apple chap-stick and the filtered, sterile air of the ER and just a little bit of sweet stickiness, still lingering on his lips from whatever soda he was drinking before. 

He pulls away reluctantly, tucking some hair back off your forehead, and offers you a small smile. “See you tonight?” 

You nod. “See you tonight.” 

And with one more quick kiss, Namjoon is gone, and you sigh, picking up your tray, headed back to the last few hours of your own shift. 

******

“And then, she told me that the routine wasn’t ‘up to her standards’ and that I’d have to do the whole thing again! Can you believe that?” Jimin huffs angrily, sitting beside you at the kitchen counter, fists curled into balls in front of him, as he vents to you and the other brothers. 

“That’s bullshit.” Hobi speaks up from your other side, where he’s leaning against the counter listening to Jimin, his normally clear and bright eyes holding a touch of anger at his brother’s story. “You’re the best dancer, besides myself of course, in this city. If she doesn’t like the routine she paid you for, than she can take that money and stuff it up her....” 

Before he can finish his threat, the door to the apartment opens, and you look up, mouth full of the ramen Jin had made for you, as Namjoon enters, tired circles under his eyes, and approximately two hours later than he had originally planned. 

“Hey, Joonie.” You say, swallowing the hot noodles and wincing slightly, as you reach for your drink. “You’re pretty late.” 

“Yeah, I know.” He waves his hand in your direction, nodding to Hobi and Jimin and Jin in greeting, as he stops beside you to plant a kiss on the top of your head. “That last surgery went longer than expected.” He pauses, glancing down to see that you’re already showered and in sweats. “I’m sorry it took so long. I’ll just clean up and then we can do whatever, okay?” 

You nod, and he kisses you once more, gently on the forehead, before disappearing down the dark length of hallway. You hear the bathroom door shut, and then the shower begins to run, as you turn back to finish up the last of your dinner. 

“Namjoon looks exhausted, huh?” Hobi speaks up, chin cradled in his hands, from where he is still looking down the empty hallway to where the older brother disappeared. 

“It was a long shift.” You agree, sliding your empty bowl away from you, nodding in thanks to Jin as he winks and takes the soiled dishes to the sink. “Full moon this week, and hospitals get notoriously ridiculous when that happens.” 

“Well, at least it’s his night tonight.” Jimin offers helpfully, leaning over on his stool to plant a kiss on your cheek. “Feeding will help him feel a little better. Take the edge off just a bit.” 

“(Y/N) also worked the same shift at that same hospital, Jimin.” Jin says, coming back into view, his voice slightly stern as he looks between the younger vampire and yourself. He waves his finger in your direction. “I’m sure Namjoon will understand if you’re too tired tonight, princess. Don’t risk your health.” 

“Nah.” You wave your hand back at the concerned Jin, standing from the table and stretching, as you offer him a reassuring smile. “I’m good. I like to be able to help.” 

“You always help.” Hobi grins, smacking your butt as you walk by, and you offer him a grin in return, giving the vampires a little wave of your fingers before you disappear down the hallway. 

*******

“Have I ever told you,” Namjoon says, as he works his way up your body, peppering kisses across your bare skin, his lips supple and warm against your slightly chilled flesh, before he pauses at the line of your ribs, glancing up at you with darkened eyes, “That you are the perfect specimen of a human woman?” 

You laugh, squirming beneath him slightly, as he continues his journey upward, his breath tickling your flesh. “Yes, I believe you have, multiple times.” 

“Well, I can’t help it.” He presses his palms flat into the pillow on either side of your head, fangs coming out to play as he grins down at you. “And I’m a surgeon, so I should know.” 

“So you’re an expert in perfection? Or human bodies?” You ask teasingly, reaching up to push some locks of hair back from his forehead that have fallen into his eyes. 

“Both. Obviously.” Namjoon retorts, before the smile drops from his lips, his brow furrowing slightly as he studies you, his gaze never leaving your face, seriousness suddenly replacing the lightness in his eyes that was present only seconds before. 

You watch him, watching you, and for not the first time since meeting Kim Namjoon, you wonder, suddenly, with an intense need to know, what he thinks about so deeply, so seriously, so carefully. 

“What goes on in your head?” The words leave your lips before you can stop them, and they obviously catch Namjoon off guard, because his eyebrows raise into his hairline at your question, and you hurry to explain. “I mean,” You smile softly, reaching up to smooth out the creases in his skin that have formed at the corners of his eyes. “Your mind never stops. I can see the wheels behind your eyes constantly turning, never resting, never taking a break. Doesn’t it get exhausting?” 

“What?” He questions, his voice soft, his eyes scanning your face for answers as to what you’re trying to figure out. 

“You know.” You shrug slightly, shifting beneath him, before you bite your lip and meet his gaze once more, holding his amber eyes with your own. “Watching out for everyone, constantly analyzing, overthinking, trying to keep everyone safe. You must be tired.” 

Something shifts in Namjoon’s gaze, and though you know he’ll never admit it out loud, you know, you’ve guessed correctly. 

He’s tired. 

“How about,” You sit up, gently pushing him off of you, before you take his previous position, his long, firm body now beneath you on the bed, your knees pressed into the mattress on either side of his hips, hands pillowed beside his head. There’s a look of soft surprise on his face, as if you’ve caught him off guard, and before he can stop you, you reach out, trailing your fingers down the side of his face, swallowing, before you say quietly, “You let someone else do the thinking for awhile?” 

You lean toward him, slowly, and your heart starts to speed up in the cavity of your chest, as his tongue darts out, almost nervously, to wet his lips, the tips of his white fangs pricking into the pink skin. 

And then, because you know him, and because you know he’s already overthinking this, before he can say anything, you let your mouth cover his, sucking his bottom lip in between your own, molding your lips against the shape of his, letting your tongue slip out to caress the delicate skin, soft and warm beneath your probing touch. 

His own tongue slides out between parted lips to meet your own, slick organs twisting and dancing together, only briefly, before you’re pulling back from him, creating a mere centimeter of distance between the two of you, and as his eyes open to meet your own, dark and unfocused, your breath hot in the space between your now swollen mouths, a look of confusion crosses his face at your sudden distance. 

“Shut up.” You murmur, voice hoarse as it slips between your lips. 

“I didn’t say anything.” Namjoon replies breathlessly, confusion deepening on his face as he watches you, the bare skin of his marbled chest hot beneath your fingers. 

“I can hear you thinking.” You breathe, trailing your fingers up his abdomen, as he tenses slightly beneath you, and you lean toward him again, lips brushing his as you speak. “And it’s too loud.” 

Amusement crosses his face, but then he nods, as his eyes follow the darting of your tongue, wetting across your lips, and when he replies, his voice is husky and strained with desire, and his hands slip up the skin of your back, leaving fiery trails across your spine. “Okay.” 

And he stays true to his word. 

Hands tangling into your hair, he pulls you down to him, his lips-hot and insistent and hungry-caressing yours for a moment longer, before, with a low groan of impatience, his mouth slides down your neck, and you arch into him, as you feel the prick of his fangs mark your flesh. 

Lights flash across your vision at the initial puncture, the first joining of his body and your own, and then, as the warmth of his mouth creates a juncture against your throat, and the sound of your blood starts to slip, warm and heavy and slick, past his lips, you feel nothing but pleasure and happiness and warmth. 

Like all the other bites, it’s over too quickly for your liking, though you know they’re only keeping you safe, and as Namjoon pulls back, retracting his fangs from your neck, and slipping his tongue neatly over the holes to seal them, a slight whine slips past your lips, making him chuckle, his breath warm as it washes over your cheek. 

“Enjoy that, gorgeous?” His eyes meet yours, his pupils already shrinking, the copper color returning to flood his irises. 

“I think the real question,” You manage to get out, trying to control your ragged breathing and pounding heart, “Is whether YOU enjoyed it.” 

“Mmmm.” He hums contentedly beneath his breath, as he collapses to the bed beside you, pulling you against him, as you snuggle your back into the warmth of his bare chest. “I always enjoy you. And you were right.”  You glance up at him in surprise as he flashes you a grin. “Shutting up was the best thing I’ve ever done.” 

[watchmegetobsessed]

Different - Adam Sackler (pt. 3)

thank you soooo much for all the love and support you’ve been showing to this series, this means so much to me! this series has been pretty dear to my heart so I’m happy that so many of you like it! this part is a little shorter than the previous ones, but for the sake of the plot this is where I had to cut it. given the fact how fast I’m writing the story, I’ll probably stick to the daily posting, and there will be approximately 5 parts all together, meaning 2 more until the end! as always, feedback is very much appreciated!

series summary: Hannah lets you move in with her and Adam as you are her second cousin and in need of a place to live. Your relationship with Adam starts rocky, but things soon seem to be taking a turn.

pairing: Adam Sackler x Reader

word count: 3.3k

PART 1 - PART 2

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It’s been hard on Adam as well and he has been struggling just as hard as you. The past couple of weeks has left him with a lot of emotions and he has been working on sorting them out, but it’s a situation he hasn’t faced just yet. Following Hannah’s departure Adam definitely had fears, but it took some time for him to realize they weren’t about her, but more about you. Living with you alone, with no third person scared him, because he has already been having inappropriate thoughts about you before and now that Hannah was away, he felt like he had one less thing to keep him in his place. 

He knows it’s not okay to watch you do your everyday things and think about how much he loves to just look at you, that catching himself thinking about you several times a day is not what he should be doing and that the endless jealousy he felt when he found out that you are going on a date scared him more than almost anything in life. When you told him the truth that’s hard to accept for the both of you, he kind of realized you were right, but when he lied in his bed that night, sleepless from his racing thoughts, he still couldn’t make himself believe it’s best if he keeps himself away from you. He has tried that already and it ended with him sleeping in your bed after that night you got drunk. There is just something in you that keeps pulling him in and he can do nothing against it. And slowly, he realizes he doesn’t want to do anything. He is tired of fighting with himself.

He wants to know where this could lead, he just doesn’t know how to figure it out in a way that doesn’t hurt anyone.

A few days later Tyler asks you out on a second date to which you say yes and because of everything that went down you don’t tell Adam. Hannah is set to come back for the weekend exactly when you are going to go out with him again so you think it’s the perfect timing.

The week goes by pretty uneventfully. You and Adam hang out on evenings, usually having dinner together when he gets home in time from work, but when he doesn’t, you’re still up when he arrives so you just watch TV together for a while before you feel like you can’t keep your eyes open any longer. He is nice, chatty, seems to be okay with where you two are heading and it brings you a little peace too, knowing that you might have finally found balance.

Coming home from work that Friday, when you walk into the apartment Hannah greets you with a scream.

“Hey!” she throws herself on you and you barely catch her keeping your balance.

“You’re back!” you chuckle hugging her.

“Yeah, just got here like twenty minutes ago. How are you?”

“I’m good! Everything is fine.”

As you reply Adam walks out of their bedroom and joins the three of you, kissing the top of Hannah’s head and a rush of jealousy washes over you by this small gesture. It’s been quite long since you saw them together and almost forgot the fact that they are really a couple.

“How was living with Adam without me? Did he drive you crazy?” she asks grinning, glancing up at Adam and you notice the anxious look in his eyes that he tries to cover with a warm smile.

Did he drive you crazy? Kind of, and you guess he knows the answer too, he is just scared what you might tell Hannah, but you are not a petty person.

“No, he was alright,” you exhale smiling.

“Good, I’m glad you two got along well,” she nods as you and Adam look at each other and chills run down your spine from the look he gives you before turning back to Hannah. “We are having dinner at that new place a few corners from here, you wanna join us?”

“I’m sure you’d rather be alone.”

“No, I want you to come! This is my time for everyone here, not for just Adam. We’ll have the rest of the weekend together.” “Yeah, but…” you sigh, not wanting to go into the details why you don’t want to go, but she forces it out of you.

“What, do you have a date or something?”

“I…”

“You do!” she gasps. “Who’s the guy? Oh my God Y/N, that’s amazing!”

“Is this the Tyler guy again?” Adam sternly asks and looking at him you can’t really decide what his expression means.

“Yeah.”

“Wait, you’ve met him already? So it’s not the first date?”

“No, we had one already.”

“Is he taking you to dinner?”

“No, he said we are going to this art gallery opening.” “Okay, then you can have an early dinner with us, tell us everything about him and then meet him, this is just perfect!”

“I think she doesn’t want to share the details, Hannah,” Adam chimes in, trying to hold his girlfriend back, but she is just too stubborn and you both know that.

“I demand to be told about it! Go, get ready, we are leaving in thirty,” she urges you and you just know you can’t say no to her.

An hour later the three of you are sitting at a small table in this restaurant that you just can’t tell if it’s Italian or Japanese, but you let this detail slip.

“So, let’s hear everything! How did you meet him, what is he like, is he treating you right?” Hannah seems excited to hear all about Tyler, but she is probably the only one feeling that way at the table.

“Maybe not everything,” Adam mumbles, his eyes focused on the menu even though you’ve already ordered. Hannah dismisses his comment.

“Um, we work at the same place, he is on HR. He is nice, I guess,” you shrug, feeling nervous to talk about it all, especially with Adam sitting right in front of you.

“Is he cute?”

“He… is.”

“Has he kissed you? Or have you already slept with him?”

“Hannah,” Adam growls and she looks at him confused as you try not to choke on your own saliva by her blunt questions.

“What?” she growls turning to Adam. “Out of the three of us you are the least prude person, so what is your problem?”

“We are in a fucking… restaurant. Have some morals,” he quietly tells her, but she just rolls her eyes at him before turning back to you.

“Um, nothing has happened yet,” you say and your eyes meet Adams. You wish you could read his thoughts right at that moment, because there is something in his eyes, but you just can’t tell what it is.

“Oh, he is moving slow, how romantic,” she smiles to herself as you just awkwardly nod. You don’t share the detail that he has tried to kiss you last time, you just ducked and his lips ended up on your cheeks. You were really not into getting physical so fast and luckily he seemed to understand and accept your decision.

“So, how is Iowa?” you ask with the pure intention of diverting the attention away from you to her. You watch her face drop a little, but then her smile is back a moment later.

“Oh, it’s nice. I don’t have many classes, so I have tons of time to write.”

“That’s nice! I’m glad you are enjoying your time.”

“Yeah!” she nods, but you feel like it’s not genuine.

The rest of the dinner is just as awkward as the beginning was. You hate sitting there and watching Hannah and Adam be affectionate with each other. This is a whole new level of third-wheeling, because when they kiss at one point, you catch Adam’s eyes on you and it makes you want to scream. The intensity of the moment is just throwing you over the edge, you hate this, you hate seeing them together and you just don’t understand. It’s not like a new thing, you literally lived together for months before she left, what’s so different now?

You can’t wait for the moment it’s time for you to leave and when it finally comes you basically flee.

“It’s been great to talk, I hope you’re gonna have a nice evening together!” you say forcing yourself to smile before hugging Hannah goodbye and heading towards the exit.

You’re almost out the door when someone grabs your wrist and turning back you see Adam standing in front of you.

“Wait, I just…”

He struggles to find the right words as you wait for him to finally tell you what he wants.

“Yes, Adam?” you urge him to speak.

“What I told you before the last date still stands.”

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” you furrow your eyebrows at him confused.

“That if you need help, just call me.”

“Thanks, but I’m sure everything is going to be alright. Besides, just enjoy your time with Hannah.”

That second part comes out a little spicier than you intended, you can actually see the change in his eyes, but before he could say anything else you just turn around and walk out.

You take a few minutes to yourself outside in the cold night air. This past few hours has been harder on you than you would actually admit and now the thought of them spending the rest of the evening together just makes you want to cry even though this is the most normal thing to happen on the planet since they are a couple.

You hate this, you really do, because you really thought things are going to get better after what went down recently between you and Adam, but Hannah’s return just made it a hundred times harder and made you feel worse than ever.

When you finally get your shit together you head to the subway because you are already a little late.

No matter how hard you try, you can’t get your mind fully away from Adam and it shows. Tyler is trying his best to make this evening as nice as possible, but you just can’t wait to go home, crawl into bed and cry yourself to sleep probably. The date cuts shorter than last time as you tell him you’d really like to head home when he suggests to go for a walk just like last time.

“Thanks for everything, Tyler,” you smile at him when you arrive to your building.

“I hope you didn’t find it too boring,” he chuckles scratching the back of his neck.

“No! I really liked it, so thank you.”

“Alright…” There is a short pause before he steps closer and he tries to kiss you again.

And you turn away, again.

But this time, the reaction is a little different.

“Okay, this is not cool, Y/N,” he sighs, clearly frustrated by the situation.

“I’m sorry?”

“This is not middle school where you hold hands for six months straight before you let the guy kiss you for the first time.”

“Are you mad because I’m not kissing you? I’m really not feeling well, this is why I would rather not.”

“Why do I feel like you’ll always have an excuse? You know what? Last time I let it slip because I thought you are just a little shy, but this gotta be something else.”

The fact that he is pissed at you for such a nonsense thing is making you mad as well, wanting to just punch him right now.

“Grow up and learn to respect others, Tyler,” you spat at him, but he just scoffs.

“You telling me to grow up is the joke of the month, honestly. Other girls usually ask me to come up at this point and you don’t even let me kiss you, this is just ridiculous!”

“Well I’m not like other girls!” you retort and you are just about to turn around and leave this unbelievable conversation when he grabs your wrist and yanks you back, causing you to almost lose your balance and fall.

“I’m not fucking done with you! You can’t just walk away from me when I’m still talking!” he sneers through his teeth, hand gripping your wrist tightly.

“Let me go, asshole,” you hiss at him trying to free yourself, but he is just too strong and his hold is starting to get really painful, probably already leaving a mark on your skin.

He is just about to say something else when the door to the building flies open and the next thing you know is that someone just throw a punch at Tyler, and he lets go of you to cover his nose that immediately starts bleeding.

“Oh shit,” you gasp, in shock at the sudden events and you turn to see a very angry looking Adam, shaking his hand lightly and he definitely looks like he is ready to kill Tyler any moment.

“You better get the fuck away from here, you fucker, before I break your neck!” he warns him and Tyler stares back in shock, the blood staining his shirt.

For a moment you feel like he is going to hit back, but then he decides it’s better to leave. He mumbles something under his breath before spitting on the pavement right in front of you and then walks away.

“Are you okay?” Adam turns to you, the threatening tone is long gone from his voice, turning soft in just a heartbeat. He cups your face in his hands, checking if you have anything on you, but there’s nothing, just pure shock in your eyes.

“I-I’m alright. It’s just my hand,” you whimper, feeling the tears building up in your eyes as it all crashes at you once. He gently takes your hand, taking a look at it and it’s a deep shade of red and you’re already sure it’s going to bruise by the morning.

“Come on, let’s go back inside,” he softly says wrapping an arm around your shoulders as he pulls you to his side and walks you up to the apartment.

You sit on the couch, sniffing quietly as he gets you an icepack, and you still can’t believe this just happened.

“Here,” he sighs joining you on the couch, handing you the icepack. You mumble a faint thank you as you push it to your skin, hissing at the sudden coldness of it. “Are you sure he didn’t hurt you anywhere else?”

“No, he didn’t have the chance, you arrived in time,” you say with a sad smile.

“What the fuck happened though?” he asks with a grimace, running his fingers through his hair.

“He… got mad at me because I didn’t want to kiss him. He said we are not in middle school and girls usually ask him to go up at this point. Told him I’m not like that and he didn’t take it well.”

“That dickhead!” he curses shaking his head.

“How did you know you had to come down? And where’s Hannah?” The questions start to flow into your mind as you slowly adjust to the happenings around you. The apartment seems quiet, you’re more than sure she is not home.

“She went out with Jessa and Marnie,” he shrugs and you find it odd that she spends her first night out with friends instead of being with Adam, but you don’t say anything about it.

“And my other question?” you ask remembering he never answered the first question.

“Huh?”

“How did you know you had to come down?”

“I uhh… I was just looking out the window and spotted you two. When I saw his annoying ass face turn from a smile into that fucking frown I knew something was about to happen.”

“Were you waiting by the window?” you quietly ask.

“What? No, I wasn’t.”

“So it was all one big coincidence?”

“Yeah,” he nods, but you see right through him and he knows it too. “Okay, fuck it! I was waiting at the window, you happy now?”

“But why?”

“Why? Because I’m one big fucking loser and I wanted to see the fucker you are seeing. I wanted to see how you look at him, if he makes you laugh, if he is what you deserve.”

He exhales sharply, pouring his heart out finally. He has been holding it all back for too long and he just can’t keep himself back anymore.

“I hated the thought of you being with someone, I could barely sit still after you left and when Hannah said she is meeting her friends I just came home and stood at the fucking window like some fucking creep, waiting for you to finally come home.”

You stare at him completely shocked at his sudden confession, not knowing what to do or say, but one thing is for sure; his words are making your heart flip.

“I can’t keep pretending like I’m fine with just being friends with you, because I’m not! And it’s literally the worst feeling ever, and I—“

He doesn’t get to finish, because without really thinking through what you are doing you move forward and press your lips to his, kissing him hard, dropping the icepack from your hand to cup his face in your palms.

It takes him a moment to realize what’s happening, but when he finally does, he doesn’t waste any more seconds. Wrapping his arms around you he pulls you to his lap and you put a knee on each of his sides, pressing up against him while your lips move in sync.

You feel him in every bit of your body, it’s like electricity. You’ve thought about what it would like to kiss him before, but reality is nothing like those ridiculous daydreams. The way he pulls on your bottom lip, how his fingers dive into your hair on the back of your head and feeling his broad shoulders under your palms, it’s just making your mind explode. You want to kiss him every day for the rest of your life, feel his plump lips on yours all the time, the weight of his arms around your body, the way his hair sticks to your forehead upon touching.

It all crashes when you suddenly hear Hannah’s laugh coming from outside and in a blink of an eye you push him away and jump off him, shocked at what you just did. The two of you stare at each other for a moment at a complete loss of words for what just happened, but when you hear Hannah’s key wiggle in the lock you decide it’s time to disappear.

Covering your mouth with your hand you run into your room and shut the door closed just when she walks in. You press your back against it sliding down to the floor and you hear their conversation while you just sit there in utter shock.

“Y/N?” she calls after you. “I wanted to ask how her date went,” she sadly sighs.

“Um, she… It wasn’t the best,” you hear Adam answer and your throat closes up at hearing his voice.

“Really? What did she say?”

“The dude was a dick. I think she just wants to sleep it off,” he cleverly says so Hannah won’t come into your room to interrogate.

You hear him talk about her evening before they move into their bedroom and the voices become too muffled to make out what they are saying. You don’t know how long you sit there on the floor, but after a while you just blankly crawl up to the bed and pulling the covers over your head you pray to wake up with an easier heart, because right now it feels like you are carrying a rock in your chest, thinking about what you just did.

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