#i asked carly as well .. cause i felt so confused....

[chrisbangs]

😭 researching swarovski for a branding project bc my group mates picked it and the way my mouth fucking fell open when i scrolled down the wikipedia page and saw "n/azi period" 😭😭😭 what in the hell...

[iloveart06]

A Beautiful Carol Chris Evans x Male Reader

Gif not mine

Warnings: Smut (Cock warming, Biting and beard kink)

“M/N...” Chris’s voice is low in his ear, a breath of a noise, so soft, so husky. It sent shivers down his spine, made his entire body melt against Chris’s form.

 Several minutes ago, they were celebrating Christmas with the family. Lisa, Robert, Scott and his husband, Carly and the kids and Shanna and of course Dodger. Everyone was sitting in the dining table eating and talking while drinking their wines while the dodger would lay underneath the table. There was nothing more to ask. At some certain point Chris had excused himself to go to the bathroom, leaving the others behind as well as M/N chit chatting.  

But after several minutes, the Bostonian man hadn’t come back yet. Which M/N grew curious, so he excused himself as well. As walking down, the hallway he could hear soft keys coming from the living room. 

There he was, sitting in the piano bench while playing the piano. Grinning, M/N rested against the wall with his shoulder. Chris hasn’t noticed yet that he was standing there, he kept playing. The soft tunes made M/N’s body grow warmer and syrupy. The keys fall and rise like a wave, seeing his fingers move like that, tempted M/N to ask if Chris could teach him. The Bostonian smiled warmly and opened his arms for his boy. Returning the embrace, M/N sat on his lap and let Chris’s hands grab his own and flutter them over the white and black bars. 

Bum, Bum, Bum. His fingers played along with the help of Chris. He played the same notes, humming along.  “That’s it is M/N... there we go.” The Bostonian pecked M/N’s cheek with a wet kiss causing him to giggle in return. The tunes just flowed through his mind, turning everything around him fuzzy. And the small breathes fanning in his ear made him soften against Chris’s body, not realizing that he accidently pressed a little too much pressure on the Bostonian man’s crotch. 

Still playing, M/N begins to feel something harden underneath but paid no attention and only kept his focus on the keyboards. It wasn’t until the man behind him began fidgeting and moving his hips upward. “Chris? What’s wrong bubba?” “No, it’s nothing dear. I... I just got a small problem.”

At sudden realization, M/N couldn’t help but release a laugh. “Christopher Robert Evans, right now? In Christmas, with your family at home?” “Bubba It was an accident besides it’s your fault. Shouldn’t have press to much down there.” “My fault?! HA... Your so needy Chris even for Christmas.” Biting his lip, M/N began rubbing his ass on the hard bugle. The Bostonian man wraps his arms around M/N’s body and nuzzled his face on the younger male’s shoulders to keep his embarrassing moans in. “I hope the elf on the shelf doesn’t report us to Santa.” Chris chuckled, “I guess this year we will be in the naughty list but it’s worth it.” 

“Fuck yea it is.” Mumbled M/N as he rolled his hips. The grip around his body grew tighter meaning that Chris was enjoying this very much. “Wait I have an idea.” Chris whispered into his ear. Suddenly his big hands touch his hips, lifting him which M/N was confused of. But a smirk grew on his face when hearing the belt jingle and the zipper coming down. 

Without warning, Chris sits M/N back with his cock entering his asshole entirely. “FUCKING CHRIST CHRIS” Yelled M/N, throwing his head back. His velvet walls ache as the Bostonian Man’s girth completely touched in, with no lube. He felt so full. “Start moving...” Pleaded M/N. Chris smirks before whispering, “Who’s in charge?” “You daddy...” “Good boy, now return on those notes if you want to remain on Santa’s good list.” 

With all his energy, his fingers press once again on the keyboards, but this time M/N couldn’t concentrate one bit. But he was a good boy, and he was willing to stay as that.

“Bubba...” His voice is more of a warning, reminding M/N that he needs to be good and follow Chris’s instructions, but he doesn’t know if he can anymore.

“M/N... bubba you gotta stop fiddling, gotta stay still.” The Bostonian man’s voice is low in his ear, a breath of a noise that he feels run down his spine. Chris purrs, a soft hum, runs his palm from M/N’s shoulder down to his hip and up again. “Good boy. There it is, so good and pretty for daddy.” All M/N could do was whine in anticipation. His vision goes blurry around the edges as he feels Chris’s lips trail along side of his face. God, it has been at least 10 minutes, but it has felt like an eternity. M/N could only focus on the feeling of Chris’s cock heavy in his boy pussy. 

He tried calming himself, tried breathing and thinking of other things that might get him distracted but nothing fully brought him down and to make matters worse the Bostonian man behind him would whisper such naughty thoughts into his ear. “So, warm my little love...that boy cunt of yours is just made for daddy, for daddy only.” M/N shivers at those words but he aches for more. Pre-cum glistened the tip of his dick, he was near his edge. “Daddy p-please...move.” 

With his beard nuzzling M/N’s neck, he whispers, “Nuh ah uh sweetheart. You have to be obedient and follow as I say, or you’ll be in the naughty list.” The Bostonian man’s teeth bite down into M/N’s neck, along with his wet plump lips sucking on the flesh. Sure, enough will leave a hickey. 

M/N wonders when the family would come to search for them and find them doing this. God even the thought of getting caught made his dick twitch. “Daddy...I-I’m gonna cum...” He whined. Suddenly a hand wraps around his dick, giving it a few strokes. “Your gonna cum huh?...You’re really a naughty boy.” M/N throws his head up, landing on Chris’s shoulder as his hand worked on his dick. He feels it build up, that twist in his stomach forming. With his hand, he grabs Chris by his beard and smashes his lips onto the Bostonian man.  

There it was, with a whine escaping his mouth as they kissed, M/N releases his orgasm. Quite intense truly. “Jesus fucking Christ M/N.” Breathlessly panted Chris. Giggling, M/N says, “I guess we’re in the naughty list.” “Safe that for tonight bubba.” The Bostonian man was still hard as a pole meaning that after the family were gone, it’s going to be a long night...

[vannybarber]

The Prenup

Summary: After four years of being together and finally being engaged, Chris wants you to sign a prenup.

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: angst, swearing, chris getting his ass handed to him, a lot of pain.

Part Two Part Three Part Four Final Chapter

Scrounging through the little desk in the corner of Chris and you's bedroom, you hear him let out a boisterous laugh.

He was watching some movie and there was a certain part that he found so hilarious. After 4 years of watching it with him constantly, you still don't get what's so funny. But it makes him happy so that's what matters.

You were searching for the wine opener so Scott could get his middle-aged-4-kids-divorcee vibe on. You cleaned the other day and stuck it in there after a nightly dose of freakydeaky from Chris, which consisted of wine, whipped cream, and a many different forms of chocolate.

After what seemed like forever, you find the corkscrew and grin at your accomplishment. You take one more look in the drawer out of habit and you spot a big orange envelope with Chris' name on it. Being the nosy curious person you are, you take the envelope out and get a good look at it. You see the words Prenuptial Agreement in bold and your heart drops.

Chris had proposed to you 9 months ago and you were happy beyond words. After being together for 4 years, he finally put away his commitment troubles and made you his fianceé. And now you find out he's going to get you to sign a prenup. A fucking prenup.

You look around the room at loss for words. You were angry, hurt and confused. After 4 years of being together, he doesn't have faith in his own judgment that you guys would be together forever? You both have been through literally everything. There isn't one thing you don't know about each other. Your relationship was rare and it was special.

After moments of contemplation, you decide you would confront him on it. There's no way you could carry on the night and sleep after this. Not until you get your answers. Closing the drawer, you take a sharp breath and exhale before walking out the room. You get back to the dining table where Lisa and his siblings surrounded.

"Here you go Scott" you say slamming the corkscrew on the table in front of him. He looks up at you, puzzled. You glance at him then at Chris and he's looking at you just the same. Evidently your tone matched your movements because everyone went silent. You draw back and put both hands behind your back and huff.

"Babe, are you alright?" It was Christopher talking to you now. Your attention goes to him and your lips are in a thin line. Refraining from blowing up at him, you force smile on your face and change your tone of voice.

"What do you mean, honey? I'm fine." You should leave the acting to Chris honestly. That's definitely not your field of expertise. Shifting on your right foot, you stare at him. He shuffles and tilts his head with a knowing look.

"Spill it Y/N. What's up?"

"The flames when I burn this damn house down." So much for not blowing up. You snatch the envelope in front of you and chuck it on the table. Everyone watches the exchange and the envelope fly to the table. All their faces change from confusion to shock and even more confusion.

Chris didn't even need to look down to know it was the prenup. His eyes went from you to the wall. Guilt written all over it, you almost wish you gave a shit. You wonder how long he was going to keep this hidden from you. No need to wonder now.

"You want to explain to me why you have a prenup?" You place your hand on your hip and roll your neck at him.

"I got that for us."

You swear to everything you wanted to lunge at him right then and there. 'I got that for us'. Why do people always use that excuse for everything? They weren't thinking about you, just themselves and expected you to go along with it.

"You got it for us? I know you didn't do this on your own. Who put you up to it?" You look around the room. Scott has his hands up shaking his head. Carly and Shanna both let out a quiet "not me". You look at Lisa who had this look of hurt.

"Chris, you tell me everything. How did I not know about this? Why didn't you tell me?" Well now you know she didn't suggest it. You feel slightly guilty for letting it cross your mind, but you had your reasons.

"Ma, I had my reasons. I kept it hidden because I didn't know how I felt about it myself" he says rubbing his face and fixing his hair under his cap. Still didn't answer your question.

"Christopher, who put you up to this? Tell me now!" You're getting fired up by the minute. You have an idea who it could be too.

"Megan. She thought that it would be smart to consider. Just to protect me."

"Megan." Your voice is laced with absolute venom. "You know Chris, she does a good job keeping you out of trouble and bullshit so you're not all over the tabloids, but sometimes, her ass is too much!"

Chris is never in the news for anything negative. He's always minding his business and moving quietly. Megan is a great publicist, but she can be pretty overbearing about his personal life. She gave you side eye for like the entire first year of you guys' relationship.

"Baby, she was just looking out for me. You know how it is, women getting with you for your money. Guys loose half of everything they have when getting divorces."

You can't even believe it.

"I am not 'women'. I'm your fianceé. We've been together 4 years, Chris! After all this time your material things come before me?" Tears are puddled at your eyes now and your voice is cracking. This catches his attention.

"I told you from the start Chris, that I never cared about your money! Never have and never will. I am used to not having much. I'm not money hungry or concerned for having top tier everything. I've learned to settle."

"Y/N, I didn't mea-" you slam your hand on the table, making everyone jump. Chris shuts his mouth.

"I'm. Not. Finished. I am not marrying your bank account. I'm not marrying your cars. I'm not marrying your house. I don't give a damn about any of that shit. And you literally are still concerned about all of that?" Your face is wet and your nose is runny. You wipe your nose and cross your arms.

"It's not even like that!" Now he's getting upset. For literally nothing. This is his fault. "It's just in case it doesn't work out, we don't need to deal with all the extra mess."

That completely shattered you. In case it doesn't work out. He actually has thoughts that your marriage couldn't work. What would even cause that? You guys don't even argue. You don't even remember the last time you did. You've learned to understand what each other needs and mastered that. What is he on about?

"You know what the sad part is? Us not working out crossed my mind in, like, the first year of our relationship. And I decided that if we did get married, and God forbid we divorced, I wouldn't take anything from you."

He looked at you like he just found out he wasn't the father of your baby.

"Yeah, Chris. That's your money. You made it, not me, so why would I ask for any of it from you? You gave me an amazing relationship and thats enough for me."

"Oh my goodness." Everyone directs their attention to Scott. "So you wouldn't want anything from the divorce?"

"Of course not! I came in this relationship for him. Plus a make my own money. I don't need anyone else's."

You had your own business. Many employees at different buildings in Boston. You didn't have much growing up and you were proud of yourself for not having to worry about financial issues. Chris liked that you had your own thing going and didn't have to adapt to his life and depend on him financially. And he still got a prenup.

Feeling like you were gonna cry again, you rub your temples and take deep breaths to prevent it. But you failed and started crying more. Chris got up and moved to stand in front of you.

"Baby, I'm sorry I upset you. I thought you would be okay with this. Like you said, you don't care about my money so what's wrong with the prenup?" His hands were on your sides, but not for long as you shook them off of you.

"What's wrong with it? What this is telling me is three things. You have doubt that our marriage won't work out, you think I might change my mind and ask for alimony, and that your money comes before me."

"I..." he struggles to form words. You take this chance to get out of there.

"I really don't want to be here right now." Chris looks up and grabs your arm.

"Babe, you don't need to go. Where the hell are you gonna go?" You turn and grab the envelope from the table. You open it and pull the papers out, shoving it in his face.

"I'll go to a hotel or something, but I'm not staying here if this is the shit you're trying to pull with me." You turn the paper to you and look in disgust. You scan over it and your eyes fall on the dotted line where you need to sign. Beside it is where he needed to sign his.

Well not anymore.

You read over his signature on the line. Chris Evans.

He signed the prenup already. Now he was just waiting for your signature. He really was leaving you zero choice.

"You signed it already??" Everyone at the table head snapped up. Shanna gasped and covered her mouth. Lisa mumbles an "oh no" under her breath.

"So you were just going to bring it to me and expect me to sign it with no fight, huh?"

Chris says nothing, but his face is red. You don't wait for a response and walk to your shoes and your bag. Already having everything in there, you slip your shoes on and walk back to Chris.

"Just a heads up, you brought this on yourself."

You whip around and walk to the fireplace. You chuck the papers and envelope in the blaze and turn back to him.

"You can forget about that damn prenup, cause I'm not signing it. As a matter a fact, you don't even have to worry about that because there won't be a chance of us divorcing." You force a smile and clasp your hands together. Lisa and Scott rise from the table panicking.

"Babe, no-"

"Forget the wedding, this engagement and all of it. You can take this fucking ring too." You pry the ring off your fingers and throw it at him. It hits his chest and falls at his feet.

"I'm not marrying you."

You turn on your heel, grab your purse and jacket, walking out the door, leaving the Evans' speechless.

Was this too dramatic? I have my own opinions on a prenup, but maybe it's not as big as it seems? Idk🥴.

masterlist

[perfectly-imperfect82]

Bar-uswnt

We had just arrived to a bar in France on our first off day before the real practice for the World Cup start.

The team being who we are decided it would be a great idea to go to a bar since everyone was of legal age here.

Being 19, you couldn't help but to agree since you wouldn't have to use your fake ID.

How the team would kill you if they found out about it. Since joining a few months ago and being the youngest, they had taken to babying you and being super protective.

"Everyone please don't get to wild and look out for everyone, especially the young ones" Carli said as everyone separated. Some going to the bar and other going for a table.

"Follow us young one, we will show you the ways" Kelley said with a smile with Emily next her grabbing your hand to direct you to the bar, only being stopped by Julie

"You two will definitely not be doing that. She'll come with us" Julie said as she lead youto a table with Christen, were the more mature ones where.

Your smile fell a little since you knew you would have a had fun with Kelley and Emily since they fit you vibe more

You sat there and listen to them talk for a while before you decided to get a drink

"Where are you going?" Carli asked looking at you

"To get a drink?" You answered confused

"No" Christen said with a stern look as you stared at her in shock

"She can have one. Come on kid, I'll go with you" Tobin said giving Christen a reassuring smile and I gave her a thankful smile.

You followed her to the bar and pushed your wayup to the bar.

You instantly got the bartender attention and giving him a charming smile, "I'll have a jack and coke" you said as you felt Tobin's eyes on you

"Don't be so shocked, I'm in college after all" I said as she just shook her head at me

"Better watch yourself, the girls aren't going to like you drinking too much" as you just waved her off, taking your drink from the bartender.

"Don't worry, I can handle my self" you responded before taking of towards the dance floor with your drink since Tobin was still waiting for her drink

"(Y/n)" she yelled but you kept going, a smile on your face

Tobin quickly grabbed her drink before heading back to the table

"Where is (y/n)?" Christen asked, being the first to realize you weren't with Tobin

"Dancing?" Tobin said sheepishly as she took a seat next to Christen

"You let her go by herself, she is still a kid" Julie said glaring at Tobin

"Doesn't look like she is a kid" ash said with a laugh as everyone looked to find you on the dance floor, already dancing with a lady.

"I'm going to get her" Carli said going to stand up, only to be stopped by ash and Tobin

"Let her have some fun, she can't do this back home" Tobin said

"Am I the only one that thinks she is to comfortable for this to be her first time in a bar?" Becky asked as she continued to watch you

The group continued to watch you move to the bar to get another drink and a few shots before making you way back to the dance floor.

"The kid has game" Megan said appearing with a laugh as they watched you dance with another women.

"I don't like this" Christen said glaring at girl

"I'm starting to agree with Becky" Julie said

"What? You think the kid has a fake that she uses back in college?" ash said laughing but quickly stopped laughing at the other women's face

"She better not, does she does know how much trouble she can get in?" Carli said

They watched as you finally made your way over to Kelley and Emily, bring the women with you.

That's when they saw you heading towards an exit with women.

"Hell no, that's not happening" Julie said jumping to her feet with Carli, Christen, Becky.

They stopped you near the exist, and you eyes widen as you looked at them with a drunken smile while they  glared or gave you a stern look.

"Hey you guys" you said with your arm still around the lady who was looking between you and your teammates with confusion

"Where do you think you are going?" Julie asked with her hand on her hip

"Out?" You said awkwardly as the older women glared at the lady, causing her to leave

You watched her go back to the dance floor before turn around with a pout to the older women

"Why would you do that?" You asked

"You are to young to be picking women up at a bar and leaving with them, let alone being at a bar" Carli said

"Also, when we get back to the states. We want your fake ID" Becky said as you expression changed to shock

"How do you know about that?" You asked

"I wasn't for sure until now" Becky said with a smirk as you rolled you eyes

"That's fine, I won't need it anymore" you answered with a smirk

"Why is that?" Christen asked as all of them now looked you confused since you are still not legal in the states

"Well umm, you see here, is that I'm not actually returning to college after the World Cup" you said with an awkward smile

"Your dropping out!" Julie said while the other looked just as shocked

"To play professional" you said with a huge smile

"You are playing in Europe aren't you? That's why you won't need a fake, your legal here" Carli said as you nodded you, still holding the big smile on your face.

They all looked at you with looks of defeat at the realization that even if they tried to stop you now, they wouldn't have control over you once everyone left.

"Go have fun" Christen said with a a defeated look

"But no leaving with anyone not on the team!" Julie said sternly as you nodded happily. Going to joined your teammates on the dance floor while they made their way back to the table.

[itsallyscorner]

Eyelash Curler

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Prompt: Chris goes through your makeup and does something he immediately regrets.

Warning: none

A/n: This randomly came to me, no I have no idea why.

(gif from Pintrest)

You were watching a movie in the living room, the house was quiet on this Sunday afternoon. There was a nice warm hue from the sun that peaked through the curtains and the blankets you were bundled up in made you feel relaxed and cozy. Dodger was sat on the couch with you, his head resting on your ankles.

Suddenly a high pitched scream echoed throughout the house. Your head snapped towards the direction of the scream. Dodger immediately getting up from his position and standing up straight, ears alert. You look at Dodger, the dog turning to look at you as well. Silence fills the house before you hear feet padding through the halls. You wriggle yourself out of the blanket you’ve been wrapped in and sit up.

Chris emerges from around the corner, eyes wide and red faced. He looks at you expectingly and rushes to stand in front of you.

“My eyelashes!” He cries. You look at him weirdly not knowing what’s going on. Dodger moves to stand beside you, wanting to know about all the commotion.

“What about your eyelashes?” You question him, you inspect his face and his body and see that everything seemed fine. Until you saw your eyelash curler in his hand.

“Christopher, why do you have my eyelash curler?” He ignores your question and continues to cry about his eyelashes.

“(Y/n) my eyelashes are gone! They’re not attached to my eyelids anymore, look!” He bends to shove his face closer to yours so you can get a closer look at his eye.

You move back to get a better look and he was in fact correct. There were barely any lashes left on his eyelid except for a few random strands.

“Chris, just— just why?” You ask still confused as to how he even got into this situation.

“Because of this little shit!” He yells shaking your eyelash curler in the air in frustration. You hold a finger up at him to make him stop, which he does.

“First off, why do you even have my eyelash curler. Two, what made you think of even using it? You don’t even know how to work that thing and now look at you!” You motion your hand at him. Were you upset? Not really, you were just a bit annoyed that he went through your stuff. You were actually more amused than upset. Chris is a tall and muscular man yet here he was crying about his teeny tiny eyelashes.

“It’s kinda a long story.” He mumbles, squeezing between you and Dodger on the couch.

Chris flushes the toilet and tucks himself into his pants. He moved to the sink and began to wash his hands, eyes straying to look around the bathroom. He glanced at your makeup bag, a thought crosses his mind, but he ignores it. He turns the sink off and dries his hand on the towel that hangs on the wall. He looks at the makeup bag again, tempted to just open it, and take the thing he’s been so curious to try. Instead of leaving the bathroom, he peaks his head out to see if the coast is clear. He sees nothing and hears the sounds of the movie you were watching in the living room.

He locks the door to the bathroom and snatches your makeup bag from the corner of the sink counter.

“Where are ya?” He mumbles to himself as he looks through your bag. He lets out a little, “Aha!” When he finds the eyelash curler.

“Now how does she do this?” He leans over the sink and tries to reenact how you curl your lashes. He gets the curler on his lashes but doesn’t press down. He adjusts his hand a few times until he’s comfortable.

“Alright.” He whispers as he clamps the curler down on his lashes. He expected it to hurt but he felt nothing. Chris scoffs at his reflection in the mirror, “This is nothing! I’m a fuckin’ pro at this shit.”

“Now how do I take it off? Do I pull or unclamp it?” He thought out loud. Chris thought to himself while he continued to press down on the curler. If he unclamped it, would his lashes curl? Certainly you had to pull it right? It’s supposed to be like a curling iron, you pull the hair in order to curl it? Chris continued to debate with himself for a few more seconds until deciding that he was going to pull the curler instead of unclamping it. 

Big mistake on his part. 

When Chris pulled the curler away from his eye he let out a loud scream as he felt his eyelashes being ripped from his eyelid. He looked down at the lash curler in horror and saw the lashes that were just on his eyes attached to the clamp. He thought he was seeing things through his teary vision but once he leaned forward to look closer into the mirror, his lashes were actually gone. 

“So that’s how I lost my eyelashes.” Chris finished after explaining his story. You looked at him, mouth agape, an amused expression on your face. 

“Well for starters, you’re supposed to unclamp it.” You slowly explain, motioning to the curler in his hand. Chris shoots you an annoyed look, you couldn’t help the spluttering laughter that came out your mouth.

“Stahp it.” He groans, his Boston accent coming out. He roughly shoves your shoulder causing you to laugh even more. 

“Wait, but that still doesn’t explain why you wanted to try it.” You managed to get out through your laughs. 

Chris sighs before sinking down in the couch, “I always see you curling your lashes and I always wanted to try it cause I have long lashes. I thought they would make my lashes all pretty like yours.” He crossed his arms and stared at the floor in disappointment. You pout at him and place a hand on his thick thigh. 

“If you wanted to try it, why didn’t you just ask me?” 

“Because it’s embarrassing.” Chris groans once again, shoving a pillow over his face. 

“No it’s not, Chris. I wouldn’t have mind.” You pull the pillow off him and toss it to the side. 

“Do you want me to try curling the lashes on your other eye?” You ask, taking the curler from his hand. Chris practically throws himself to the other side of the couch, making Dodger hop off. 

“Fuck no, get that shit away from me.” His reaction makes you laugh as he tries to hold your hand away from him. The two of you wrestle on the couch, you on top of him trying to get near his eye, while he lays below you trying to stop you. The two of you laugh as you poke and tickle each other to get the other to budge. You finally stop and stand, grabbing your phone from the coffee table, getting ready to run. Chris lays flat on the couch, catching his breath. 

“Wait till Scott, Shanna, and Carly hear about this!” You squeal before running towards your bedroom. You hear heavy footsteps follow after you as you rush into the room and lock the door behind you. 

“(Y/N)!” Chris yells behind the door, knocking on it repeatedly. 

“THIS IS WHAT YOU GET FOR GOING THROUGH MY STUFF!” You yell back. 

Let’s just say Chris learned his lesson and never touched your makeup bag ever again. 

[sombreboy]

Clipped wings♕yandere!prince!jjk

♮ 18+ ♮ xtremity: 4 ♮ pairing: prince jjk x female reader ♮ genre: soft smut, light angst, royal au, soft yandere ♮ word count: 7.7k ♮ warnings: light angst, soft yandere, possessive behavior, stockholm syndrome themes, soft smut, virgin!reader, oral(f), fingering, praise ‘dirty’ talk, unprotected sex/creampie.

A/N: This has been in my drafts for so long and here he finally is. I want to thank @ppersonna​ for being my soft smut aid, I couldn’t have finished this without you. And thank you @chimoona​ for being a good support to keep me from throwing this fic into the trash can at several occasions. ily or something. Also thank you to my dear @carly-bean-blog​ for helping me out with this gorgeous banner. chu♡

It was a late night, the darkness illuminated by the continuous lightning strikes flashing, rain pouring down so hard that it was hard to see further than a few meters ahead.

It was the worst thunderstorm in history, you were sure of it. 

Unfortunately, you were in the midst of it, lost in the woods as you tried to navigate your way back to town. 

But to no avail, you were completely disoriented, panic rushing through your spine as you felt your clothes getting heavier, soaked by the cold rain.

Aimlessly wandering for shelter, you end up in a large garden, following the trail of flowers until you reach two grand doors. You look up, palms placed flat on the surface, your eyes squinting to get a better look of it. You couldn’t see very well, but this was a very large building-- A castle?

Another strike of lightning sparked in the sky, the silhouette of the castle visible for a split second, and you gasp, startled from the roaring sound. In the midst of it, you decide to knock three times on the wooden doors.

A long moment passes, until you take a step back when the two doors slowly creaked open. Keeping one hand over your face to shelter your eyes from the rain, you’re able to distinguish the frame of a man standing by the doorway,

‘‘Who may this be?’’

Must be a butler, his voice deep and smooth. He didn’t look very pleased, however.

‘‘I-I just.... I’m lost, and-’‘

‘‘I’m sorry, we are unable to help. Unless you have business with the prince, you must leave immediately.’‘

You took a step closer, a frown on your face, ‘’You’re going to leave me here in the cold? It’s pouring!’’

The butler didn’t move, but his eyes were apologetic, ‘’I’m sorry, ma’am.’’

‘‘I’ll die from the cold!’‘ You pleaded. It felt partially true, you were freezing, soaked and lost. How could one be so heartless?

The butler pursed his lips, as if he was trying to find a solution, ‘’Then... step inside for a moment.’’ he ushered for you to get inside just far enough for you to be sheltered by the building, closing the doors behind you before he strides through the hall towards a room, ‘’Wait there, I will be back shortly.’’

So, you did. You waited, for what felt like forever.

Until finally, the footsteps of the butlers heeled boots echoed through the large hallway was heard as he returned, a vague smile on his lips as he bowed at you,

‘‘The prince would like to see you.’‘

You tilted your head to the side, ‘’He would?’’

The butler nods, ushering for you to follow behind him, so you do.

When reaching the next large door, the butler opens them before stepping to the side, announcing your presence, ‘’She’s here, my lord.’’

You walk in, unsure of what to say or do, jumping where you stand as the doors slam shut behind you, leaving you alone with this.... prince.

‘‘Who are you?’‘ His smooth voice snapped your attention towards the man standing by the window, back facing you.

From what you could see, he was very young. A lot younger than you expected, probably around your age if you weren’t mistaken.

He had raven hair, a form fitted suit showcasing his perfectly sculpted proportions, a slim waist with broad shoulders. 

Please, let him at least have a less attractive face.

The prince turned around slowly, a wine glass swirling in his hand while the other was stuffed deep down the pocket of his suit pants.

Of course he was beautiful.

‘‘Let me ask you again,’’ he said, taking one sip from his wine as he slowly sauntered over to you, the echoing of his heels clacking against the floor prominent in the grand room, ‘’Who are you? And what do you want?’’

Your eyebrows were drawn together, gaze following him as he circled around you like some kind of predator eyeing its prey.

‘‘I’m Y/N. I simply wish for shelter from the storm until it passes, then I will be on my way.’’

The prince hummed, his eyes drawn to the liquid in his glass as he’s in thought,

‘‘And why should I grant you this wish?’‘

What? Wish?

‘‘Are you serious?’‘ You grew annoyed, crossing your arms over your chest. Ah, your clothes were cold... Looking at him, your eyes were annoyed, yet pleading, ‘‘It’s a very bad storm, I can’t go back out...’‘

‘‘Then what do you offer?’‘ He glanced back up at you with a serious face.

What could you possibly offer a prince? He had everything he could ever desire.

But, you did have one thing that could not be bought...

‘‘I could sing for you.’‘

The prince’s eyes widened, he didn’t expect that out of all things you could’ve offered. ‘’Huh? I mean...What?’’

Now he’s the one speechless. huh.

‘‘Yes,’‘ You take one daring step forward, ‘‘I’m not rich, nor do I have anything of... value to give. But.. I can sing. Isn’t it awfully quiet in this large castle all by yourself?’‘

He rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek, placing the glass down on the nearby desk before crossing his own arms over his chest. ‘’Go on then. Sing for me.’’

His command causes you to take a deep breath, giving him a short nod. God, you wish you would’ve been able to change into dry clothes first... Hopefully, this would be enough for him to let you stay, and maybe even accommodate some dry fabrics for your freezing body.

Jungkook leaned against his desk, fingers thrumming against his bicep as they were crossed. He wasn’t expecting much, honestly. But, he was truly bored-- why not mess with this strange girl before throwing her out?

But, he spoke too soon, and his premature judgement backfired. As soon as you cleared your throat, a shaky tune escaped your parted lips. With every word you sang, your voice got steadier and more secure in your abilities. The cold was less of a bother as the piercing, fixated gaze of the prince heated your entire being.

He was absolutely mesmerized by your voice, his lips fell slightly agape, his body stiffening. He expected nothing special, but this... It was probably-- no, it was without a doubt the most beautiful sound he’s ever been blessed with. It touched his soul, his heart pounded beneath his rib cage so hard it felt like it would burst, eyes now focused on your effortless beauty despite your messy damp hair and soaked clothes. You were way beyond physical beauty.

He’d already made his decision by now.

‘‘Enough.’‘ The prince had closed the distance between the two of you, his body standing right in front of yours. You hadn’t noticed that he came up to you until your eyes opened, breath hitched at his close proximity. Your doe eyes stared up at him, his own dark orbs swirling with an unnamed emotion.

‘‘S-so...?’‘ You whisper, hoping that it was enough for him to let you stay the night.

He smiled softly, reaching to stroke your cheek with the back of his hand. ‘‘I’ll need you to sing for me once more,’‘ He paused to snap his fingers, the maid that you didn’t even notice was in the room ushers you out of the room to lead you to your own.

Jungkook wanted to hear it again. And again... And again… For the rest of eternity.

~ ~ ~

The following morning you felt well rested, the large bed and dry nightgown provided worked wonders. Peering around the room, you realized that you’d possibly overstayed your welcome, the sun shining through the large... locked and barred window? Odd. Safety precautions, supposedly.

You pushed the bedspread away from your body to stand up, heading towards the door to leave.

It was locked.

‘’What the..?’’ 

You were in disbelief, jerking the handle once, twice. It wouldn’t budge. You were locked in.

‘’Hello?... I can’t get out! Open the door!’’ You yelled through the keyhole, fist slamming against the wooden surface of the door, hoping that somebody in the large castle would hear you.

As soon as you were about to slam your hand against the door once more, it suddenly opened. It was the kind butler, handing you a stack of clean clothes and an apologetic smile.

‘’The prince has instructed for you to join him for dinner this evening,’’ He pauses to make sure you’re keeping up, his lopsided smile still present, ‘’Please put this on before then. I will return when it is time.’’

He puts the fabrics in your hands before you’re able to even think of a response, your eyebrows drawn together in confusion. 

‘’Wait-- Why was the door locked?’’ You pleaded for an answer, but the butler avoided the question, and simply took a step back before slowly closing the door, the expression on his eyes nothing but penitent.

You couldn’t believe what was happening, eyes widening as you dropped everything to the floor, attempting once again to open the door, but within the same second the click of the lock striked the room, and the fading sound of footsteps leaving in the hallway.

What were you supposed to do the entire day?

And why did the prince want you to stay for dinner? 

And for god's sake, why on earth were you locked in? You thought the prince wanted you out as soon as humanly possible. Nothing made sense.

A defeated sigh pushed through your lips as you picked up the clothes that you’d dropped, heading over to place them on the bed. You wonder if the prince himself had personally picked out this ensemble for you. Not that it mattered. You lift the cloth to inspect the dark purple fabrics, a cocktail style dress… and honestly… you’d lie if you said it wasn’t beautiful.

~ ~ ~

The evening finally arrived, and you actually had gotten ready in lack of anything else to do, dress on with the matching shoes-- even the little bracelet provided, a small silver dangle attached shaped like a little bird. You figured, you might as well oblige to the prince’s wishes, and hopefully you’d be able to leave after this… dinner.

Meanwhile, Jungkook had made sure that everything was up to his expectations; the grand table filled with a variety of delicacies. He circled the table several times, sharp eyes observing that every single detail was up to par. And it was, he hummed in content before his gaze landed on his butler. ‘’Bring the lady, make sure she’s dressed for the occasion.’’

‘’Yes, my lord.’’

~ ~ ~

A firm knock on the door caught your attention as you were observing yourself in the large mirror. Suddenly, you almost felt nervous-- jittery. Taking a deep breath, you head towards the door, waiting for whoever is behind it to open it for you. ‘’Are you dressed?’’ The deep voice on the other side muttered. 

‘’Yes.’’ As soon as you voiced your reply, the door swung open, this time a boxy smile adorning the butlers face instead of the crooked one you’d almost gotten used to. It was nice to see he had any other expression than a gloomy one.

You were guided downstairs to the dining hall. As soon as you entered through the two large doors, you felt so incredibly small. You jumped when the doors were slammed shut behind you, and a sudden hand gently placed on your lower back to usher you to your seat.

Jungkook crooked his eyebrow at the butler's daring move and gave him a warning glare as he pushed your seat in behind you.

‘’Welcome, Y/N.’’ Jungkook clasped his hands on the table, leaning forward as his eyes roamed down the outfit you’d put on… The attire he’d chosen especially for you. His gaze landed on the small bracelet on your wrist, the silver bird dangle beautifully decorating you like a piece of art.

‘’Thank you..’’ You replied, a bit unsure of this situation. But you decided to enjoy it. Why not? It’s not everyday that you’d get to dine with royalty. All this food smelled heavenly. Jungkook snapped his fingers, and on cue the butler poured your wine, while the maid put food on your plates. When he was satisfied, he told them to leave the room and wait outside.

Jungkook wanted utter privacy with you.

‘’What do you think of this?’’ Jungkook asked, gesturing around the room; but he meant everything. The castle.

‘’It’s divine,’’ You answered truthfully as you sipped your wine to wash down the food, ‘’Is it just you here?’’

‘’Yeah,’’ He nodded, a small smile on his lips. It almost looked sad, ‘’If you don’t count my servants.’’

The dinner was pleasant, surprisingly. There wasn’t much conversation, but a simple comfortable silence with the occasional comment about the delicious cuisines that were offered. While you were gazing around the room, chewing your food in content, Jungkook’s eyes were completely transfixed on you. The way your nose scrunched slightly from the bitter aftertaste of the wine. The way you continuously placed strands of your hair behind your ear, to just how enchanting you looked in the attire he’d dressed you in.

He felt lucky that he found you. Or rather, you found him. It couldn’t be anything but fate. Jungkook believed it. He stayed this way for a while, enjoying the silent admiration he was giving you. He hadn’t had this kind of company… Ever. It was new, and he didn’t want to let it go. Suddenly the silence felt suffocating.

‘’Sing for me.’’ Jungkook asked softly, swirling the wine glass in his hand. His eyes followed the flow of the liquid for a second before shifting his piercing gaze to your face.

You stopped yourself from questioning him, knowing he knows that you heard him the first time. But that didn’t mean your eyebrows weren’t raised in surprise. ‘’Okay.’’ After all, he had told you that he wanted to hear you sing one more time.

Jungkook’s doe eyes sparkled in awe as he leaned back in his chair, completely forgetting about the glass in his hand. He couldn’t even think, just listen-- and stare at you the second you got up from your chair and sing. The way your lips moved with every word, his eyes followed. The small gestures of your hands made him want to hold them. And the brightness in your eyes that he hadn’t noticed before, had his heart pounding heavily in his chest.

This is it. She’s the one.

While you sang, he’d slowly gotten up from his seat, placing the glass on the table to leave it behind. Approaching you, his hands reached out to grab your wrist and pull you close to his chest. Your singing stopped with a surprised yelp, staring at the little bracelet he was observing as he held your wrist up for the two of you to view.

‘’You know what this is?’’ He asked, grasping the little dangle decoration between his thumb and index finger.

‘’A dove?’’ You said, a bit confused as to what he meant. It was obviously a dove.

‘’Correct,’’ He chuckled, the endearing smile of his growing, ‘’A symbol of peace.’’ A piece of peace in Jungkook’s world.

You hum in agreement, still not sure what he’s implying. Trying to pull your wrist away, he willingly let go, but replaced the empty spot in his palm by placing it on your waist. This was awfully close, and you felt your face heat up in embarrassment.

‘’I-- thank you for the dinner… But, I should really get going now.’’ You glanced towards the window, seeing the sun shining bright, ‘’The storm has passed.’’

Jungkook’s smile faltered at your words, slowly morphing into a frown when you stepped away from his grasp. His hands fell to his sides, looking at you as if you had just torn his heart out of his chest. But you didn’t notice. ‘’Don’t leave.’’

You were on your way to the door, hand grasping the handle before his words stopped you, causing you to look over your shoulder at the prince. Silence filled the room, and the air grew thicker.

‘’I have to leave. I can’t stay here. I need to go home.’’

Jungkook sighed, clenching his jaw as he stared at the floor. He almost looked like a child throwing a tantrum when they didn’t get what they wished for. ‘’You can’t.’’ He murmured.

‘’Watch me.’’ You huffed, jerking the door open before stepping out into the grand hall, striding towards the door with a made up mind. You were going home, you shouldn’t get used to this lifestyle. It was only for one night. You made it to the grand entrance, pushing with your entire body strength and pulling at the handle-- but it wouldn’t budge. It was locked. Your eyes searched for a way to unlock it, you were inside of the building after all. Why couldn’t you open it?

‘’Y/N..’’ Jungkook startled you, appearing behind you so suddenly. His voice was calm, arms crossed over his chest. A concerned look played on his face.

‘’Why is the door locked?’’ You asked, confusion obvious in your expression as you let go of the handle to turn to him.

‘’I told you, you can’t leave.’’ He sighed, clacking his tongue in annoyance. Why didn’t you get it?

‘’Why?’’

‘’I want you to stay… Be my little bird.’’

‘’What… what do you mean ‘little bird’?’’

‘’Sing for me, always.’’ The look in his eye was serious, yet gentle. He stepped closer, reaching out to delicately take your hands in his own, ‘’I will take care of you, everything you need is right here. Anything you want. Just please be mine.’’

Your mouth fell open, unable to speak or think of any witty comment to counter with. His words were sincere, the vulnerability in his expression along with his delicate touch had your heart skip a beat.. Or stop completely-- you weren’t sure. The logic in you told you no, this couldn’t be. He couldn’t love you this quickly, and neither could you. But your heart pumped these new emotions throughout your body, clouding any sense of what should and shouldn’t-- any logic thrown out the window. A part of you that grew with every second spent drowning in his dark eyes, your body decided to make the decision for you with a vague nod. 

‘’Say it.’’ Jungkook urged, his eyes sparkling with a layer of tears. Were they happy? Sad? Maybe both. He wanted to hear your sweet voice confirm, his own chest so tight it was hard to breathe. He squeezed your hands in his, ‘’Say you’ll be mine.’’

‘’I… I can’t say that yet.. I’m sorry.’’ You whispered, and you swore you could hear his heart audibly crack. But it was okay, he mused. You didn’t reject him-- but you didn’t accept him in your heart yet. All you needed was time.

‘’Y/N…’’ Jungkook pulled you closer to his chest, brushing your hair away from your face. As he spoke, his warm comforting breath fanned your lips, ‘’It’s okay, you don’t have to say it yet. Just… Stay with me.’’

You nodded, feeling your own eyes sting with the tears building up from his heavy emotions rubbing off on you. He smiled softly, palm carefully placed on your cheek to draw you in, closing the distance between your lips in a sweet kiss.

All he needed was patience.

~ ~ ~

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months spent in his castle. You hadn’t taken a single step outside since that stormy night, and it was as if you’d forgotten what grass felt like underneath your feet. However, the times he allowed you to sit with him on his balcony, the warm sun and chill breeze would bring you enough peace to satiate your need for the freedom you were robbed of.

It was complicated, the way you felt. Spending every single day with the prince, you’d gradually fallen for him, and become close enough for you to even start calling him by his first name. He spoiled you with everything you could ever want; clothes, jewelry, endless amounts of books and pretty things, flowers. He showered you in his affection, a large smile constantly on his face whenever he gave, gave and gave to you. He saw how you slowly opened up to him, and it made him so happy; nobody had ever seen the lonely prince this way before.

But at times when he wasn't home, out attending to his duties, you suddenly felt lonely. You had time to think about everything, and it scared you how much you missed Jungkook. However, what you had started to miss even more was your freedom… The life you had before you met the prince.

It was clear that you weren’t allowed to leave, every window was barred, and every door was locked. It was impossible. No matter, because at this point you were scared to live without him. You couldn’t.

So you opted for the one thing you knew, the one thing you had that was in your control.

You stood by your window, watching the birds chirp and fly by, feeling the warmth of the sun rays beaming at your skin in stripes through the bars. You sang your heart out. 

In the beginning, your singing was bright and full of life, proud of how Jungkook admired your voice.

But lately, your tune was laced with melancholy.

~ ~ ~

Jungkook heard your voice as he strode through the hallway, feeling his heart jump at the beautiful sound. Lately, your voice had gotten more and more bewitching. He was obsessed with the sadness in your vocals. He carefully peeked in through the crack of the door as he opened it, and the sight before him was breathtaking. You looked like a goddess with the sun glowing on your skin, eyes closed as you were completely indulged in your song. 

He loved you so much, nothing or nobody could ever compare, nor could anybody intervene. You were his, kept safe in this castle for the rest of your life.

After a long moment of admiring you, Jungkook finally opened the door to step inside, quietly strolling over to stand behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, letting his hands settle on your stomach as he pressed his chest against your back, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck. Your singing ceased, eyes widening in surprise at his sudden appearance. Just as quickly as your body tensed up, it relaxed in his embrace.

“You sing so pretty, my little dove,” he cooed into your ear as he held you tight. His hands splayed against your stomach and rubbed gently, carefully and slowly moving upwards. Your breath caught in your throat and you felt your body tingle with a mixture of fright and excitement, warmth blooming where his hands trailed.

Jungkook turned you in his arms, pressed his chest against yours as his fingers caressed the side of your delicate face, a loving smile on his lips. He moved slowly, with intention, towards the plush bed behind you. His eyes never left yours, peering into them as if he could see your inner most desires. It made your body feel engulfed in flame.

“Please, let me have you,” the prince asked. His voice was sweet, pleading and desperate. He guided you towards the bed and the press of the firm mattress behind your knees made you fall with a soft gasp escaping your lips.  “I need you, my love. I need to taste you, please.”

You found it hard to say no, hard to say anything at all despite the warnings sounding in your head. As confused by him and this entire situation as you were, you couldn’t help the magnetic pull you felt when he held you close, or the way your heart throbbed when he was around. 

“Y-yes,” you replied, voice timid. 

His body hovered over you, lips inches from your own and you felt your body press further and further into the bed as he encroached over you. 

“Yes, what, little bird?” He asked. His voice was light—sensitive and loving. His eyes spoke volumes. He looked at you as if he wanted to claim every inch of you, make you his physically and emotionally for the rest of his life. 

You swallowed hard as you lied down, head resting on the soft pillows, as your eyes connected with his. Any doubt had slowly left you as the warmth of his body seeped into your clothes and into your very core. It felt like a fire was building, growing larger and more intense, in the center of your thighs. 

“Yes, please,” you whispered.  

Your answer pleased the prince—he moved down further until his lips connected with yours. His hips pressed into your own and you could feel his hard length against you—making you gasp into his kiss. 

It spurred Jungkook on, his tongue taking advantage and sliding into your open mouth to caress and lick at your own tongue. He moaned lightly at the taste of you, so sweet and perfect—just like you. He wanted to taste it for the rest of his life, have the sweet essence of you on his tongue every single night. He was sure if your mouth tasted so sweet, your drenched folds would taste even better.  

“Let me see you,” he whispered as he pulled away from your honeyed lips.  “Please.”

His voice was so desperate--so full of love and desire for you that the fire within you blazed higher. It was becoming harder and harder to resist the prince at all, and you found yourself wondering why you ever resisted in the first place.

After receiving your consent in the form of a nod, Jungkook pushed the fabric of your dress up from your thighs. His strong hands smoothed over the soft, plush skin and you shivered at the feeling of his warmth that lingered where he touched.  He continued pushing the dress up until it exposed your stomach and core to him. 

His eyes explored every inch of your body.  He was mesmerized by the way your stomach curved and your hips swelled. Your body was finer than any of the paintings in his castle, more valuable than the jewels glittering in his reserves. His breath came out heavier as his vision trailed to the linen of your panties, the very ones he provided for you. Jungkook loved the way you looked in the clothes he picked especially for you--his gorgeous, little songbird.

Your hands clutched at the bunched material of your dress and you desperately sought to take it off, expose yourself fully to the handsome prince above you. Your body squirmed as he continued drinking you in, hurrying to take the rest of the fine dress off your body. Jungkook noticed your discomfort, and moved to help you pull the dress up and over your head. The gesture was sweet, so sweet it felt like an ache in your heart and your core.  

Jungkook threw the garment aside, no care for the price or quality of the dress. His only care was you, now nearly naked and pliant underneath him. If he thought the hills and valleys of your thighs were mesmerizing, he was wholly unprepared for the sight of your breasts.

He could feel his mouth drying up as he watched your nipples prickle in the chill of the castle’s air.  He was sure he stopped breathing as he watched your chest rise and fall with each deliberate breath you brought in and expelled.  He felt his tongue dart out of his mouth to moisten his lips, eyes glued to the pretty pink nubs of your breasts.

“My dove,” he gasped. 

Your eyes were wide, pupils blown with a mixture of anxiety and lust, and your hands sought to grab at the cloth of his shirt.

“Please, Jungkook,” you whined softly. Being so exposed, so vulnerable to the man above you made you needier by the second. You were sure you couldn’t stand another minute under his intense gaze without him touching you somewhere, anywhere.

Jungkook’s eyes slipped closed at the sound of his name rolling off your sweet tongue. He felt his body nearly tremble, and he knew he needed to hear it for the rest of his life. There was no way he could let you go now, now that he would have you fully.

“What do you need, my love?” He asked as he smoothed a hand over your delicate stomach and up towards your ribs.  “Tell me what you need, and I’ll give you everything you could ever want.”

Your back arched off the bed as his warm hand pursued up your body until it summited the crest of your breast. He marveled at the way his hands fit over the soft globes, and how perfectly they fit in his palms. He knew you were made for him--that you were the only one meant to be with him. Everything about you reminded him that you were made for him.

His fingers pinched at a nipple and he sighed as he heard your soft, gentle squeak at the pinch.  His stomach tightened painfully, and his cock strained hard against the linen of his pants. He wanted nothing more than to bury himself between your plush thighs, but he knew he needed to to worship you, to make you feel like the princess you would soon become.

In one swift movement, his head bowed down piously to pull a nipple into his mouth while his fingers maintained pressure on the other. He moaned around the bud in his lips, the way it felt against his tongue and the sweet flavor of your skin. Your keening gasps and sighs encouraged him, making him suck the nub in further and tongue swirl around it. 

Your body felt grazed with tiny pinpricks of pleasure, electrifying you down to your veins. You have never felt such pleasure in your life, never knowing the touch of a man. But you’re sure that no man could compare to the way the prince felt above you, pressing his worshipful kisses to your breasts.

Jungkook switched to your other breast, frenzied to taste and consume you--every last inch. He fervidly licked at your prickled nub before he pulled it into his mouth and allowed his tongue to explore and pleasure it.

“J-Jungkook!” You gasped at the feeling. His other hand rubbed and pinched at your abused nipple so well it made your legs tremble.  

He popped off your breasts but maintained his grip on you with his hands, a toothy smile brightening his features as he peered at you.

“Yes, my dove?” He asked as innocently as he could. He knew this action was driving you mad. He could tell by the way your hips bucked and swayed that your channel would be slick and burning with desire by now.

“More, please,” you begged. “I need you to take me.”

Jungkook kissed his way down your sternum, lavishing kisses at your navel and skin of your thighs. He wanted no part of you left untouched, unclaimed by him. He meant to have you in every sense of the word. The prince was determined to ensure every single part of you was conquered by him, and him only.  

Jungkook was eager to get the remaining fabric off you. His deft fingers swiped at your covered slit, smiling as he felt the wetness pooling there.  He hummed deep in his throat as he made himself comfortable between your thighs. Jungkook noticed how comfortable, how natural it felt to be between your thick thighs.  He wanted to leave marks all over them, physical reminders of his claim of you.

You stirred gently, awkwardly, at the intense gaze that the prince was holding with your barely covered decency.   His stare was intense--it fanned the flames within you, making them lick hotly at every inch of your being.

Jungkook tugged at the thin fabric between your thighs, pulling it down your legs gently, as if he was unwrapping the finest and most delicate china.  His breath caught in his throat as he threw them to the side and your centre became exposed to him.  You bloomed below him like the most beautiful rose, petals opening and slick with arousal.  His tongue sought out of his mouth, anxious for a taste of what he was sure to be the most delicious nectar.

“My beautiful,” he sighed as his hands pressed your legs further apart.  You whimpered gently, the feeling of the cold air rolling over your heated body was nearly driving you insane.  Jungkook stared at you as if you were his final, mortal meal.  Jungkook nearly salivated at the sound and the way your legs trembled with need--...need for him.

His face inched closer and close, desperate to be buried face first in your pretty cunt, but careful not to scare you.  Jungkook loved you, passionately and desperately, and he quaked at the thought of terrifying you further. You were his little dove--you needed to be loved slowly, gently.  

“I want to taste you, my love,” he murmured as his face settled centimeters from your exposed folds.  “Please, will you let me have you?”

Your bottom lip trembled, and your eyes were wide with arousal.  The growing ache and need for him was surging through your veins swiftly, swirling in your mind and clouding any thought that wasn’t the handsome prince, and the way his hands and body felt against yours.  All you could think, all you could comprehend was him--only him.

Your head nodded quickly in reply. “Yes, please, sir.”

Jungkook stifled a groan at the sound of the honorific leaving you.  His spine tingled and he nearly lost all resolve to remain composed.  You drove him mad, and it took all he had to not claim you fully and deeply there, now.

With a gentle kiss to each side of your luscious thighs, Jungkook worshiped each inch of your skin as he worked towards the apex.  He let the sounds of your pleasured sighs and keening gasps roll over him like fine silk.  As he reached your center, he gently bowed his head and pressed a soft kiss to your clit, before allowing his tongue to dart out and taste a droplet of your slick.  

He pulled his head back and closed his eyes in bliss as the flavor blossomed on his tongue.  You tasted so sweet, and earthy.  Like a mulled wine, sweet and honeyed and intoxicating. 

“Perfect,” he admired as he lowered his head back down. “I knew you’d taste so sweet, so perfect.”

Jungkook eagerly got to work now, tongue gently caressing the nub of nerves that had your legs quaking at each tender lick.  He couldn’t get enough of the way you felt, succumbed to his desire and pliant underneath him.  He wished to be buried in your sweet cunt for ever, both mouth and cock.  He knew now, irrevocably, he would never be able to live without you.

He drank from you as if you were the last fountain on earth, the only source of his hydration.  His tongue worked eagerly, dipping into the pools of your tight heat and licking up the sweet wetness that pooled.  He couldn’t fathom how one little angel could taste so sweet, feel so good against his tongue.  

Your sweet sighs and moans spurred him on.  Your legs trembled gently and with each caress of his tongue on your nub, your sounds only increased in volume and in need.  The prince was eager to get you to your high, make you feel euphoria caused by him and him only.

Your legs quivered and you gasped his name, and he couldn’t help but smile.  A finger slid into your walls, coaxing your climax with each curl and press of his finger against the tender spot inside you.  It made you nearly scream with how delicious it felt, and Jungkook knew you were near the end. He increased his pressure and speed of his tongue, and curled another finger inside of you.

“Cum for me, my love,” he encouraged between licks. “Let me taste you.”

You were no match for him and his words, dripping in unadulterated love and need.  His eyes connected with yours and your climax washed over you swiftly.  Your back arched and hips squirmed as your walls fluttered and milked his fingers, begging for more--so much more.

Jungkook fervidly licked at the juices that slowly trickled down his fingers from within you, cleaning his hand as he let it slide from within you.

“My little dove,” he sighed. “You taste so sweet when you cum for me.”

Your breaths came out hard, as if your lungs hadn’t worked for hours. You inhaled sharply as you watched him continue to devour the juices on his hands and you felt your spine tingle in response.

Jungkook’s hard length was hard against his trousers and you were desperate now to have the man buried inside you.

“Jungkook, please,” you gasped, hands reaching for the man who now sat above you.  “Please, take me.”

The prince’s heart nearly melted to the floor of the castle at your desperate plea.   You were his, you knew now that you were his. He made quick work of the cotton trousers and shirt, tearing them off his body until he was just as naked as you.  He knew this is how he wanted to be, always.  No clothes, no barriers, nothing to stand in between him and you, his perfect little dove.

“I’m here,” he soothed as he pressed his lips to yours.  “Let me take care of you, my princess.”

He easily lined himself up with your heat, rubbing the bulbous head against the slick and nearly entering when you swiftly grabbed his arms and stared at him with wide, frightened eyes.

“I-I’ve never done this before,” you whispered, shame coloring your cheeks. “Please… please don’t hurt me.”

Jungkook stopped breathing, the world stopped turning.  He couldn’t believe his luck--his dove, his princess... all his. You would become his in every sense of the word. He will have what no man has ever had before, and never get the chance to take. He kissed at your lips gently and nodded.

“I’d rather cut off my own hand than hurt you even once.” 

Your eyes softened, soothed by his words and actions, and you nodded gently. 

“Take me, Jungkook.”  Your words were brave, and ready.  Jungkook felt his cock twitch with excitement, and he pressed one final kiss to your lips as he lined himself up and pushed in gently.

Jungkook pulled away from your lips to gasp.  Never had he felt such incredible, tight heat.  He could tell by the scrunch of your features that you were adjusting to his thick length. Despite your first climax, your body still resisted the press of his cock inside you.  It felt like scorching wet heat and the tightness alone nearly made the prince cum as he bottomed out.

He remained still within you as your body relaxed.  His hands rubbed gently at your hips and thighs, caressing them sweetly as he whispered his praise to you.

“You took me so well,” he murmured.  “My little dove, so good for me.  You’re doing so well.”

You whimpered out in need, desire for him to move inside you.  The pain melted away to pleasure quickly, and you’re thankful he spent so much time preparing you with his mouth and fingers. The tender care the Prince showered on you made your heart beat rapidly against your chest, working over time like the beat of a bird’s.  

“Are you ready, my sweet?” He asked. He could feel his cock ache with the need to set a pace, to feel the way your walls stroke him, but he would not allow himself such pleasure without your word.

“Take me, Jungkook, I’m yours.”

He moaned loudly, allowing the possessiveness of your voice to spur him to begin.

He started his movements slow and with intention.  Each drag out and thrust in, he monitored your face for any sign of displeasure. When all that crossed your features was blissful pleasure, he moved faster.  

Your body relaxed ten-fold as the man above you began to drill harder into you. The pain of the stretch was nearly gone by now, replaced only by a sizzling bliss that had your mouth gaping open and begging for more. Sweat began to gather at the prince’s brow and you’re taken by how handsome he is, how truly carnal he looks as he pounds into you with no abandon.  

Your walls accommodate him perfectly, gripping him tight while still allowing passage. Jungkook felt as if your very cunt was made for him, molded to be his exact match. He could feel himself nearing closer and closer to the edge of bliss--climbing so high to the peaks of climax.

Your body was racked with pleasure. It poured out of your body in sweet sighs and torrential trembles. With each delicious push and pull of his cock within you, the fire grew and grew. It swirled around your body, clawed at your neck and clouded your mind with smoke. All you knew was Jungkook, his thick length, his warm body, and the way his eyes burned holes into yours.  Each thrust sent you so much closer to another dizzying peak and your fingers gripped at his arms tighter.

He could tell by the rapture on your face that you were close--could feel it in the fluttering of your walls.

“Cum for me,” he groaned. “Let go, little dove. Let me feel you.”

You whimpered needily, groaning as the prince continued to thrust into you at a turbulent speed. He licked his thumb before allowing it to circle your clit, the bundle of nerves nearly screaming to life as he stimulated it.

Jungkook licked his lips as he watched your body come nearly undone at his touch. He could feel the way his body was building and climbing towards a grand finish, one he wanted to bury deep inside you.

“G-going to cum,” he groaned as he increased his strokes. ‘’I will fill you so well, you feel so good..’’

Never had you felt closer to another person, another man. Jungkook was truly the only one in the world for you, and you could never stray away. His hands gripped you tight and possessively as he powered his way to his finish.

“P-please!” You gasped as your vision started to dot with black spots. You couldn’t speak, breath overtaken by gasps and whimpers of need, as your body finally peaked at it’s high. Your moans were loud as you soared into the blissful pool that only Jungkook had ever taken you to. Your walls contracted around him tightly, squeezing and coaxing his cock to release his own pleasure inside you.

Jungkook lasted mere seconds after feeling youl grip him so tightly, and hearing your sweet dulcet voice sing praises and whines. His cock pulsed as he emptied himself into you, hot cum painting your sweet walls and pooling in your womb.

A long moment followed where Jungkook was just.. staring down at your exhausted form from above. His overgrown fringe clung to his clammy skin, lips swollen from biting down on them more often than not, and chest heaving up and down as he emotionally gathered himself back into one piece after shattering for you.

‘‘My love,’’ He whispered as he leaned down over you once more, sweaty skin sticking together. But no matter, he wouldn’t want you any other way right this moment. He gently moved his lips against yours, all while still keeping himself deep inside of you, making sure nothing would be spilled to waste, ‘‘My beautiful Y/N.’‘

A small smile tugged at your lips when he calls you by your first name. You reach out to brush his fringe away from his forehead, combing his dark, soft locks with your fingers, ‘’My dear Jungkook.’’

Jungkook’s heart almost stopped. You’d said a lot of things, you’d even given him your body. But you had never, ever had referred to him with any term of endearment until now. It was always his name, or his title.

‘‘What did you just say?’’ He asked, one hand cupping your face gently to guide your eyes to meet his own. He looked at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite place, but if you tried to name them, it’d be a mix of confusion, joy, and relief.

‘‘My dear,’‘ You paused to place your hand on top of his, leaning your cheek into his palm further, ‘‘Jungkook.’‘

Jungkook’s hot breath fanned your lips as he sighed in content, eyes still fixed on you. He kissed you once, softly, before pulling back to look at you again.

‘‘Please say it now’’ He asked quietly. The hint of sadness and desperation wasn’t evident in his voice, however, his eyes didn’t lie. They were wide, intensely focused on your every single reaction as he anticipated your answer, ‘’Say you’ll be mine.’’

You were already his in every sense of the word, except one. He needed you to say it yourself.

And who were you to resist the prince?

‘‘I’ll be yours.’‘ You finally broke the silence. Jungkook’s eyes flickered between yours with his doe ones, desperately trying to find any sign of lies. But instead, all he could see was utter affection, and your truthful words finally sank in.

‘’Be my wife.’‘ Jungkook continued, leaning his forehead against yours, ‘‘I love you. I promise to always love you. Nobody else will be able to take care of you the way I can.’‘

You nod, a quiet ‘yes’ leaving your lips before you crane your neck to kiss him. You might’ve been confused, frightened, and even sad at times-- but now? You were happy.

Happy to belong to the prince.

Jungkook smiles against your lips, he couldn’t believe he was so lucky to have found you. 

Or rather, you had found him.

Either way, it couldn’t have been anything but fate. And.. Jungkook believed in that. 

© sombreboy 2020. Do not edit, repost or translate.

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Lena Luthor x Reader : Mistakes Were Made

Summary: You really should’ve paid much more attention to the wrapping.

Genre: 18+ Suggestive language, Masturbation, Toys, Implied Smut

Imagine comes from this request: “Reader accidentally gives a lewd gift meant for their long distance GF (or ex-GF) to their friend, Lena.”

Word Count: 2,134

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You really should’ve seen this coming.

In fact you saw it coming, you just didn’t prepare yourself for it.

Now that you’re faced with your mistakes, you’re the most embarrassed and, quite honestly, the dumbest you’ve ever been.

The first mistake started not but six months ago. You were ignorantly blissful in your relationship with your then girlfriend Carly. You were preparing yourself to go on a two month long DEO mission and had bought a gift for her, one that would keep her “occupied” while you couldn’t.

A dildo. You bought her a dildo.

Having experimented with different ways to fulfill your desires while you were gone on missions, the added use of toys during your sexual phone calls was quickly agreed upon.

Your second mistake came the day you planned to give it to her. You’d officially been gone five days and figured the sooner you told her the sooner you both could make good use of it. So you called. And called. And called. Only to be ignored all three times. Then for the fourth call to be answered, on accident. Based on the noises you’d heard it was obvious what was happening, obvious that Carly didn’t need your little gift after all.

You ignored her for the entirety of your mission and promptly confronted her when you got back. She didn’t deny it either, just claimed it was something she never should’ve done and begged for another chance. But you were far from willing to give it to her. So you broke up, went through the motions of moving out and cutting ties.

Third mistake was still checking up on her on her social media. It was clear that her little side piece was more than that, when you saw the very new pictures of them together on your feed.

Your friends were one hundred percent ready to go to war for you. Kara and Alex couldn’t believe that someone would cheat on you, they didn’t understand cheating in general, but to cheat on someone as sweet as you made the least amount of sense.

Nia wanted to find Carly and teach her a lesson. A fact she made abundantly clear.

While Lena, she was pissed and confused and a million other things. The CEO has had a crush on you since before you started dating Carly and her feelings grew over the entirety of your relationship. She saw the way you were with Carly, how attentive, caring, understanding, and overall romantic you were.

All in all they could tell how hurt you were about the whole thing. You weren’t in love with her or anything but you were getting there.

It’s why your friends insisted you spend more time with them after the break up. Alongside your usual hang outs at Al’s and game nights at Kara’s house, the blonde planned a Friend’s Appreciation night.

That’s when your final mistake happened.

You all agreed on celebrating the impromptu holiday and planned on getting each other gifts. You wrapped and tagged every gift but one. When it’d gotten time for you to wrap Lena’s you got distracted as said woman popped by so you shoved her gift at the top of your closet and thought nothing of it till the day of.

In which you excitedly grabbed the wrong damn box.

Everything was going perfect, drinks were flowing, Kara was knee deep in a second helping of potstickers, and gifts were being exchanged.

You’d handed Lena hers with a sweet smile and a,“ I thought of you when I saw it so I had to.”

So imagine the hopeful surprise she felt when she opened the ten inch, fairly realistic looking dildo with a cute little red bow around it.

All the girls had asked what she got, especially since they knew of her feelings for you and figured you had at least a crush on her. But this, she couldn’t and wouldn’t share this with them. No this was to stay between the two of you.

Except you didn’t know that. Well you did but not to the full extent.

Which meant you were oblivious to how sexual her words were when she would text or tell you that she “adored her gift” or “couldn’t get enough of it” or better yet “wanted you to use it with her.”

It was that last one that started to tie things together for you. You weren’t sure how you both would use a diamond jewelry set. So you’d jokingly told her you didn’t think that was possible, to which she said “if you play your cards right it is.”

You figured she was just messing around so you brushed it off. Until you saw her again, stopping into L-Corp just to say hi at lunch.

A frown masked your brows as you sat down across from her, e/c eyes roaming her neck and ears,“ you don’t have my gift.” You pouted.

Lena’s eyes widened and she gave a disbelieving chuckle,“ of course I don’t, I’m at work Y/n.” She looked off,“ though it would definitely come in handy when I’m stressed.”

The last part brought a smile to your face. The thought that your gift brought her comfort. But you didn’t understand the first bit.“ Wh-why wouldn’t you bring it to work. Do you not want people to see it?”

If she wasn’t surprised before she is now. It’s one thing to give her a dildo as an appreciation gift but to now subtly but openly admit to wanting to be semi-public with it was another.

Did you have an exhibitionist kink or something? Did you enjoy the risk of possibly being caught? Or were you just into the idea of her carrying your dildo around with her?

“Y-Y/n I,” her shoulders dropped as she processed your words,“ I’ll do it.”

Leaning forward, you rested a hand on hers,“ good, I’m glad you like it by the way. I wasn’t sure if you even needed something like that but I guess it’s the thought that counts right?”

“Of course.”

The next day, you were more than happy to receive a text from the CEO saying she had your gift with her. You’d replied that “you wanted to see how it looked on her” which made the brunette flush with arousal and embarrassment, unbeknownst to you. But she was curious about how you’d respond.

The second you got the picture you had to do a double take which then led to you dropping your phone.

There your best friend Lena Luthor was, her legs spread beneath her desk, with an all too familiar dildo disappearing into her clearly sopping pussy.

In an instant, you were sprinting back to your bedroom. Throwing your closet door open and snatching the box off the top shelf. Nestled inside on top of tissue paper was the diamond necklace and matching earrings you thought you gave to Lena.

No instead you gave your best friend a goddamn dildo!

“Oh. My. Fuck.” You whispered into the quiet space.

The one thing you’d done in the midst of this entire situation that wasn’t a mistake, was going to Lena about it.

You raced to L-Corp, a million and one thoughts on your mind about it all. Every conversation you had about the gift.

Heat rushed to your face when you remembered one of the first things she told you about it, she couldn’t get enough of it.

How many times had she used it?

If it came from you, did she think of you when using it?

No wonder she told you she didn’t bring it to work. It was a goddamn dildo and not a necklace.

How you managed to be so clueless was lost on you but you had to at least try to clear it up, lest your best friend think you were some type of creep.

Pulling up to the building, you moved just as fast to get inside and up to her office. In the midst of all your panic you didn’t even consider the fact that you just received a picture of her actions.

The sight before you when you entered, stopped you in your tracks.

Lena’s head thrown back, eyes shut, as her arm flexed with her obviously quick and forceful pumps.

She was fucking herself with it, right there.

“L-Lena.” You fumbled, shutting the door before anyone could dare look inside to find their boss in such a compromising and vulnerable position.“ Lena.” You said clearer the second time.

Keeping up with her ministrations, she looked up at you, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. You heard the low moan she gave and at that point you were pretty sure it was because of you more so than the toy between her legs.

Admittedly you didn’t know what to do. Well you did. You should’ve given her the last of her privacy but you couldn’t take your eyes off her.

She was beautiful there’s no denying that, however nothing could be sexier than having seen her like that. Falling apart with each flick of her wrist, knowing you were there.

When she reached her peak she shook, her body overwhelmed and you had no control over yours. Walking across the office, you grabbed her face, and crashed your lips on hers. The long moan she’d let out now swallowed by you.

After she calmed down, you released her, and sat back against the desk. Your gaze followed the action of her pulling the dildo from her, catching how wet it was and nearly dying at the thought of causing that and possibly fixing it.

“I wouldn’t’ve been opposed to you helping me you know?”

“That,” you pointed to the toy,“ was not meant for you.” You blurted out.“ I got you a necklace and mixed up the boxes and I realize how fucked up that sounds but apparently you made good use of it regardless.”

Lena’s eyebrows raised as she dazedly looked at you,“ seriously?”

An embarrassed, nervous, smile took over your face,“ yeah. I can’t even tell you how I mixed up the packages.” You said, setting her intended gift down.

Green eyes flicked down to the box. With an embarrassed blush on her cheeks, she swallowed and threw the toy in an empty drawer. Then scrambling to fix herself.

The realization of the situation settling in her mind and causing that blush to deepen.

“Y-you- I-I’m so sorry,” she stutters out. Her eyes widen and she’s quick to bury her face in her hands.“ All those messages I sent and your replies I thought you-”

She stops and your eyebrow raises. You had a feeling what she intended to say but had to hear it.

“You thought I what?” Slowly her hands lower and her gaze finds yours.“ What Le?”

Taking a deep breath she nearly whispers,“ I thought you may have felt the same about me.”

Do I? You find yourself thinking. Did all those seemingly platonic cuddles mean something? When you kiss her forehead and she kisses your cheek is there something behind that?

Is the love you feel for her more than friendly? Had you just pushed the way you use to feel about her away? Was it that easy?

You’re smart enough to know feelings are never easy. And aware of your emotional state to know that there was always something romantic behind everything you did with and for Lena.

“I do.” Her eyes, that had fallen to the desk, snap up to yours in surprise.“ I’ve always felt something for you Lena.”

“But Carly-”

“Is my ex. And while I’m still dealing with the hurt of that, I’m completely over her.” You raise a hand to gently rest against her cheek.“ I’d like to take you out sometime, maybe explore what we’ve both been feeling?”

She seems to be frozen for a moment. Her eyes clearly search yours for sincerity and she nods upon finding it.“ I’d like that.”

Smiling, you lean down and capture her lips in a sweet kiss. A smile of her own forms into it causing you both to pull away.

Your breath ghosts over her lips as you teasingly whisper,“ and maybe you can call me the next time you use that thing.”

Even though she chuckles disbelievingly and swats your arm, a blush finds its place on her cheeks again, this time purely from arousal instead of embarrassment.

When you go for another kiss, you can’t help but think that maybe your mistakes weren't that bad.

[trashinaglass-archive]

Sensitive

Y/n is worried their night was ruined

A/n: I was reading a Bucky fic that I cannot find again of course that kind of inspired this? It was about Bucky taking reader to dinner and then getting upset bc she flirted with the waiter so he revenge flirted with a waitress. Idk it was messy but somewhere along the way came this. 

Family was the top priority in Chris’s life. But as much as he wanted to be, he wasn’t around his family near as much as he wished he could be. Filming kept him busy, and even when he could be home, it was difficult to find time where everyone could come together. It made you feel bad, whenever he couldn’t see his family, or they were there with some missing pieces.

Over the fall break, you wanted to have everyone show up, surprise Chris, and have a fun family reunion- something that has been long overdue. You spent months planning and prepping, and tonight was finally the night. The afternoon was spent making calls, positive that everyone was ready and at the restaurant when you showed up.

“What kind of restaurant is this?” Chris asked as he walked into the master bathroom. You were finishing up your makeup when he walked in, still in your favorite pajamas, waiting until right before you left to change. “I mean are we talking formal, casual? You going in that?”

You look up, making eye contact with him though the mirror, and roll your eyes as a small smile rose on your face. “I’ll wear mine if you wear yours,” you tease before changing to a more serious answer. “I’d say it’s a bit in between? I don’t think a suit is expected, but if you wore one, it wouldn’t be questioned.”

Chris looked thoughtful for a second before nodding his head. “I think I got it,” he said before turning and walking into the closet. You finished your makeup and made your way to the closet as well, moving to your side knowing exactly what you wanted to wear for the evening. It was your absolute favorite outfit that didn’t get worn often, but each time it was, you couldn’t get enough of it. “You look gorgeous,” Chris said, watching as you stand in front of the mirror.

You smile, moving to where he stood as his arms wrapped around your waist. “Thank you,” you whisper as you look down, you hands moving up his clothed chest. “This was a good choice, I like it.”

“Gotta keep up you somehow,” he joked. “Let’s go.” He held his hand out, allowing you to walk ahead of him. You checked your phone, noticing a text notification.

Scottie: If you’re not here in 3, I’m ordering without you❤️

You couldn’t help but laugh causing Chris to ask who text.

“My brother,” you told him, shaking your head. “He’s just an idiot.”

. . .

The drive to the restaurant was short, Chris ironically talking about something his sister said that was really funny. It made the excitement build even more, knowing how happy he would be once he saw everyone.

“Reservation for Evans,” he told the hostess once you were inside. She nodded, talking into her head piece before instructing you to follow her. Chris’s hand was on your back as the girl lead you to a private dining room.

“Surprise,” you whisper to him right before you get to the door. You heard Chris mutter a confused what as you quickly enter the private room, smiling to the Evans family before moving out of the way for Chris to enter.

“Surprise!” They all shout in unison, Chris jumping slightly before yelling back holy shit in excitement, immediately moving to hug his mom first. You smile, accepting hugs from everyone as well before finally getting seated. The waiter brought the menus out, now that everyone was finally present, and took drink orders. You sat back, watching as Chris and his dad spoke of some football stats they were obviously pumped for. The waiter came back shortly with trays full of drinks. You weren’t paying attention as he made his way to you, but you felt the cold liquid as it fell down your front. You saw the five or six empty cups on the floor after the waiter tripped over the rug. Chris immediately handed you his napkin, trying to help as best he could.

“I am so sorry!” The waitor exclaimed immediately, looking at you with concern. You were so shocked, you didn’t know what to say.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about,” you tell him, almost as if it were scripted. You felt as if you couldn’t look up from your top. “I’m gonna go to the restroom,” you announce standing from the chair.

“I’ll go with you,” his sister offered, beginning to stand as well.

“No,” you declined. “Don’t worry about. It’s fine, I’ll be right back.” You turn, asking where the restroom was before walking out the door, out of sight.

“There’s a sweater in the car,” Chris told them. “I’ll go get that for her.” He stood and walked out as well, moving as fast as he could without causing a scene to unknowing guests.

“I feel so bad for her,” Scott said, looking at his mother.

“I’m gonna go check on her, see if I can help,” Carly stood up. She maneuvered her way through the restaurant to the bathroom. She found you standing in front of the sink, using paper towels to get as much of the moister out of the fabric as possible. A single sniff grabbed her attention. “You okay?” She asked, placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Yeah,” you answered, but you couldn’t help the subtle shake to your voice. “I’m fine.” The presence of another person strangely making the tears come faster.

“Why are you crying? It’s okay.”

“I just.. I really just need a second to myself,” you tell her honestly. “I don’t want to be rude, but-“

“No, I get it. I’ll go,” she reassured you. “But I just wanted to let you know Chris went to grab you something else to change into.”

She turned, leaving you behind the door but bumping into Chris soon after. “Hey, can you take this to y/n?” He asked, not wanting to barge into the ladies room.

“No,” she answered honestly. Chris was taken aback, never expecting to hear it. She looked back at the door before speaking again. “She’s crying. I don’t know if she’s embarrassed or what happened, but she said she wanted to be by herself. You should probably be the one.”

“She’s crying?” He repeated, as if he didn’t hear his sister correctly. She nodded her head. “Ok, give us a second.” Without waiting for a reply, Chris walked past her, moving to the bathroom door. He gently knocked before peaking his head in.

“What’s up, buttercup?” He asked as he entered, knowing the cheesy lines always make you laugh. Usually. You didn’t even look up. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head, not even wanting to talk about it. Chris placed a hand on your waist, waiting for you to say anything. “I feel like I ruined it,” you admitted to him, your voice barely over a whisper.

“Baby,” he sighed, completely shocked by your answer. “You didn’t ruin anything. None of this was your fault, it was just an accident. You could never have predicted something like that.”

You sniffle, catching your breathe. “I just wanted you to have a fun night with them, and not worry about me getting in the way.”

“Y/n, you are the absolute best women in the world. Doing this was incredible in itself, but this is a family. Mistakes happen all the time, especially when we’re all together. It easily could’ve been me or Scott. Preferably Scott, actually, that would’ve been a great laugh.” You finally turn your head to look at him, silently agreeing with his subtle joke. “The night was not ruined. One day we’re all going to look back; we’ll remember the fond memories, we’ll laugh about that clumsy waiter, and then we’ll smile thinking of how you made this all possible. You made this night, baby. Not the other way around.”

He reached up, gently wiping a tear from your face. He pressed gentle kisses all over your face, making you scrunch your nose, before capturing your lips with his. “I love you,” you declare, finding your voice.

“And I love you,” he repeated, placing one last kiss before turning his attention to the sweater slung over his shoulder. “Here- I grabbed this. Can’t have you uncomfortable at your own dinner party.” You tossed your top to the side, letting Chris help slide the bigger one over your torso. The warmth so inviting after being in a wet one for so long. “We can head back whenever you’re ready.”

You sighed, almost not wanting to face your in-laws again after being so dramatic, but you knew you had to. Grabbing one last paper towel, you clean yourself up. No traces of smeared makeup left on your face. You threw it away, and immediately walked into Chris’s arms for a hug. “Thank you.”

He smiled, wrapping his arms around you, rubbing your back soothingly. “It’s what I’m here for.” You pulled away, turning to grab your shirt only for Chris to take it from you, silently offering to carry it. You got back to the table, noticing two small glasses filled with clear liquid in front of your seat.

“Shots on me,” Scott announced when he saw you. “Figured you could use some alcohol after that.”

You laughed, appreciating his humor in the moment. “You know me too well,” you reply as you sit down. Picking up the first glass, you all cheers before downing the liquor, one right after the other. You notice the same waiter walk back in, this time with food. He made sure to be extra careful of where he was stepping this time. He stopped to let you know that he would bring you any dessert you wanted, on the house, for his mistake. You thanked him and watched as he exited the room, his right side bumping into the doorframe slightly, making him stumble.

“What a klutz.”

. . .

we’re leaving that last comment up for debate on who said it. 

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Mission of Mercy: Thirteen

“Bucky,” You grouse, slapping lights on and throwing your bag into a chair as you kick off your shoes.

“Easy,” he hummed, knowing that there was going to be a tirade as he caught you before you could fall over. 

“If I ever-” you pause and throw the shoes you’d kicked off and summarily tripped over into the closet, “act like that- that- woman. Smack me.”

“I will,” Bucky said indulgently. You’re currently more drunk than you typically get. And agitated. Not that Bucky blamed you. After Joe had left Carlie had dialed it up to 11. And Bucky didn’t like that taste of your childhood. 

He crossed the room to your tiny kitchenette and got down a glass. Behind him, he could hear you stripping out of your dress, swearing at the zipper on the back. “Bucky,” you whine, “help, please?”

“Just a minute, gorgeous,” he hums patiently, putting water in the glass before padding over to finish unzipping your dress. 

You wiggle out of your bra and panties before taking the cup with a grateful smile, “Thanks.”

Bucky doesn’t answer but he goes to turn your covers back, “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked softly. 

You groan and set the glass aside and crawl face first into the bed, “No,” you murmur. “She does this every time I date someone.”

“Like that?” Bucky sputters. 

You nod and reach your arms out, “Please?”

Bucky pulled his shirt over his head and smiled, “I’m coming, don’t you worry your pretty little head.”

“ ‘m not pretty,” you murmur, hiding deeper under the blankets. 

You hear the disapproving little noise and before you know it, strong arms are pulling you against his chest. “Who the fuck told you that, huh?” he rumbled, kissing your shoulder. 

“I own a mirror,” you grouse.

“Be nice to my best girl,” he hums, pressing a soft kiss against your neck. 

“You have to think I’m pretty, we have sex,” you sigh, turning to snuggle closer to him, seeking comfort. You hate it when you get sad when you’re drunk. You don’t have enough of a filter to keep from saying dumb shit. 

Bucky snorted. He knew this was mostly the mood you were in being aided and abetted by the alcohol. “Sweetheart,” he rumbled, “people have sex with ugly girls.”

“I know but-”

“Just simmer down,” he said, stroking your back. “You need sleep.”

“You’re not mad at me?” you ask, nuzzling his chest.

“There’s nothing to be mad at,” he answered. “Your ma- that was. That was hard.” He cradled the back of your head, “She flirted with me. And I thought you were going to end her.”

“She always does that when I date military type guys.” you sigh, “Once she even got the guy to make out with her.”

“That’s-”

“I know.”

“Why-” Bucky isn’t sure how to ask the question he wants to ask. He doesn’t want to upset you. He really does want you to sleep it off a little. But. He needs to know. “Do you really not want kids?”

“Not really,” you answer, “Babies weird me out. And, by the time I’d even be able to have kids because I’ve retired from doing all this… I’d be like 40. And when I retire from doing this I don’t really want to be awake all night and herding kids to soccer and shit.”

“Fair enough,” Bucky said nodding. He wasn’t sure if he wanted kids or not. But. He did want you. And you had a good point. This wasn’t really a good time for you to get pregnant. Your job was dangerous.

And sure. There were agents that had kids. But. You grew up with family that never came home. You wouldn’t want to do that to another kid. Hell. If you stayed with Bucky, you’d have more reasons to not have kids. Just being affiliated with SHIELD meant that you were going to be a valuable asset. And HYDRA? Well, they’d just love to get the Winter Soldier back. 

He had one piece that confused him, “Why do babies weird you out, though?”

You sigh, “Because. Their emotions are fuzzy. They didn’t have thoughts really. So. When I look at them it’s just… weird.”

Bucky made a soft, thinking noise and nodded. It made sense. Whatever you called your ability. And whatever caused it. It was a big part of how you navigated the world. Even if you generally did it without thinking. Like knowing intuitively that if Clint made the coffee, Bucky was going to want sugar. Sure. A lot of it was just weird little things like that but. If you couldn’t do that, it probably did feel kind of like a void in your head. At least until there were thoughts and personality traits for you to intuit. 

“Fair enough,” Bucky said again, brushing a kiss against your head. “I still can’t believe she tried to use Clay to guilt you into having a baby.”

You sigh, “All my life ‘carrying on the family name’ or whatever the fuck was going to be my one job. Like. Despite the fact that my last name would change when I got married.”

Bucky frowned, “Well. We don’t have to have kids if you don’t want them. But maybe we can get a pet.”

When you look up at him wide eyed and excited, Bucky feels his chest warm. “Really?” You squeal.

“Yeah,” he chuckles, stroking hair back. Damn, he thinks to himself, we’re going to wind up with so many pets.

“Really, really?” you ask.

“Yes,” he said a little louder, laughing. “But only if you go to sleep.”

“I love you,” you tell him, kissing his jaw. And Bucky can hear your heart rate speed up, just a little. 

“I love you too,” he murmured, claiming your lips in a careful kiss. He could feel your moment of disappointment and pulled you closer. Bucky knew that by know, you were sobering up a little. And he was really proud of you, you’d not cried. Or had a whole break down. But. He still felt uncomfortable having sex with you while you were otherwise influenced. 

Even if he knew that it wasn’t, necessarily taking advantage of you because you’d be more than willing even sober. 

“I want a puppy,” you tell him, yawning. 

“What kind of puppy?” he asked, tucking a blanket around you. 

“Something snuggly. And fluffy,” you answer. 

“Big or small?” he asked. 

“Something that likes walks.”

And Bucky nods, tucking a blanket around you as he considers different dog breeds. There had to be something that was perfect. And he was going to find it. Mostly because he wanted to make you happy. But also, now, because he was pretty sure it was going to irritate your mom

[gamergirl929]

Don't Let Your Past Ruin Your Present (USWNT x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Would you feel comfortable writing a USWNT x baby reader when she’s only just turning 21 but she’s struggled with addiction for a while cause her childhood home wasn’t the best, so the media finds out and backlashes her so the team comes to her aid and supports her.

This one is pretty heavy guys, so forewarning. 

Mentions of past drug use, past alcohol abuse, past abuse, addiction, 

Tears wells up in your eyes as you stare down at your phone, your hands shaking violently.  

You drop your phone onto the hotel room’s bed before you make your way to the balcony, the heavy falling rain not deterring you in anyway as you step out onto the balcony, tilting your head back so the rain showers down on you. 

They’d found out. 

The world had found out. 

And there was nothing you could do about it.

                                                          ***

“Where’s Y/N?” Kelley asks with a yawn, stretching her arms high above her head as she plops down in the empty seat beside Alex.  

“You didn’t see her?” Christen asks, confused and the defender shakes her head.  

“Guys...”  

The look on Megan’s face makes everyone freeze, their eyes narrowed as her mouth opens and closes a few times before she finally speaks.  

An anonymous source from USWNT player Y/N Y/L/N’s past contacted TMZ earlier this afternoon with inside information about USWNT Player Y/N Y/L/N that has never been released to the public.

Megan glances around the table, her teammates hanging on her every word as she reads the article.  

The USWNT player was known to have addictive tendencies, abusing alcohol, marijuana, cocaine, ecstasy, the list goes on and on, all these addictions before the age of 18.

Christen basically leaps to her feet, along with the rest of the team, the forward leading the charge as she runs back to you room, forgoing the elevator instead taking the stairs, she had the stamina and there was no way she was going to wait for it, a number of the other players following her lead.  

Christen, unsurprisingly, gets to the room first, knocking on the door hard, but gets no answer.  

The keycard is in her hand seconds later, courtesy of Tobin who’d grabbed it from Mallory before chasing after Christen.  

Everyone is sprinting down the hall as Christen shoves the door open.  

“Y/N!?” She calls out, seeing your phone lying on the bed and you on the balcony outside, sitting in the heavily pouring rain, your face buried in your hands.  

Christen frowns as she moves onto the balcony, uncaring that she’s getting completely soaked as she drops down in front of you.  

“Y/N...” She whispers and you shake your head.  

“No one was ever supposed to find out...” You whisper and she frowns.  

“You’re freezing Y/N, let’s get you inside.”  

You move to your feet with no resistance, your head down as you move into your room.  

“Come on sweetie.” Ali slips an arm around you, the two women walking you into the bathroom.  

“Let’s get you something warm to change into.”  

                                                          ***

Soon you’re back in bed, wearing dryer clothes and are significantly warmer considering you’re literally surrounded by your teammates, Christen, Tobin, Ali, Ashlyn, Kelley and Alex holding you the closest.  

No one had asked you about the article, instead switching the TV on, acting as If this were any other movie night.  

“It was the only way to get any sort of relief...” You finally mumble, everyone turning to you, eyes wide.  

You clam up under their gaze, but Christen and Tobin’s hands running down your back, along with the others hands on you in some other way eggs you on.

“At least when I was high, or wasted I felt something other than pain.” You hang your head in shame. “It was my escape...”  

“What were you trying to escape from?” Emily asks with a frown and you fidget nervously.  

“If you don’t want to talk about it you don’t have to.” Carli smiles and you nod, swallowing hard.  

Everyone turns back to the movie, knowing that expectantly leering at you would make you more than uncomfortable.  

You lean against Christen the forward leaning her head against yours.  

“My parents...” You take Christen’s hand, staring at the woman’s fingers as you nervously fiddle with them.  

“They weren’t good people... They enjoyed slapping me around when they weren’t drunk or high... Eventually...”  

You huff, a piece of hair falling in your face that Ashlyn immediately tucks behind your ear, the woman’s smile soft.  

“Eventually I fell into a similar crowd...It wasn’t long until my ‘so called’ friends offered me alcohol.” You close your eyes, hoping to keep your tears at bay.  

“After that it was marijuana...”

Alex’s eyes fluttered shut, her heart aching in her chest.  

“And after that it as cocaine...”

Kelley leans against the forward, their fingers tangling together.  

“And after that it was ecstasy...”

Tobin turns her head, leaning her forehead against your upper arm.  

“And after that...” You shake your head, shrugging. “I can’t remember...”  

You keep your head down, the sound of your teammate’s soft sniffles making you bury your face in your hands.  

“It was easy to get. It was easy to keep going. I couldn’t feel when they were smacking me around...”  

Tears run down your cheeks, pooling in your hands.  

“I couldn’t feel anything.” You sob, Tobin and Christen’s arms wrapping tightly around you, as well as the other’s forming a mob around you, everyone holding each other as they crowd you.  

You cry into your hands.  

“Once I started shooting up, I couldn’t exactly hide it at school, I was coming to class plastered, I was sneaking sips from a flask in my locker...” You shake your head, body wracked with sobs.

You start to rock, mumbling into the palms of your hands as Christen and Tobin hold you the tightest, Tobin whispering softly in your ear.  

“They eventually found out... They found out everything, about my drug abuse, about my parent’s abuse... and before I realized what has happening my parents were in jail and I was heading straight to rehab.”  

You shake your head, chuckling humorlessly.  

“How old were you?” Julie asks, and for the first time in a while you pick your head up, your eyes locking with her blue orbs.  

“13.”  

Julie’s eyes slam shut as she leans against Alyssa, the woman’s arms wrapped tightly around her.  

“Rehab was the hardest thing I ever had to go through... I was sick, I had the shakes, I could barely eat, drink, sleep...”  

Alex slips a hand on your cheek, thumb gently gliding across your smooth skin, you close your eyes, leaning into her touch.  

“But I got better...” You sigh. “It took forever, at least it felt like forever.” You shrug. “But eventually I was leaving rehab and going straight to foster care, which wasn’t any better.”  

You don’t know, but it’s almost as if every woman is on the bed with you, everyone hanging over one another to touch you in SOME way.

"I had to stay in a group home, I was never adopted so I didn’t get out until I was 18...” You smile softly.  

“I started watching soccer while I was in there...”  

You pick your head up, tears in your eyes as you grin.  

“Watching you... And I knew I wanted to be there...”  

Christen runs her fingers through your hair and you chuckle.  

“I scared the whole group house when Kelley got that goal against Germany, and Carli literally destroyed Japan during the World Cup.” You grin, the two women smiling proudly.  

“I talked to my social worker and I started practicing with a local team... I guess I impressed the right people and before I realized I was out of foster care and joining the NWSL.”  

You turn to Christen the woman beaming as you glance at Kelley and Becky.  

“Then I met you guys...” You shrug, tears streaming down your cheeks. “And you, you all changed my life.”  

Becky leans over everyone to press a kiss to the top of your head, both Christen and Kelley wrapping their arms around you.  

“You changed our lives forever Y/N, meeting you, playing with you... You’re just, the brightest of light in a life where you lived in nothing but the darkness.”  

Kelley cups your cheeks, ridding them of tears with the pads of her thumbs.  

“I knew offering you a place to stay was a rash decision, but one of the best I’ve ever made, because living with you, getting to know you, it meant everything to me.” Kelley kisses your forehead and you laugh, though moments later the corners of your mouth droop down in a frown.  

“I’m sorry I never told you.” You whisper, the defender shaking her head.  

“It’s okay, you were scared... You don’t need to be sorry.” She whispers, kissing your forehead again.  

You swallow hard, glancing around the room, your teammates wearing nothing but smiles.  

“You don’t...” You take a deep breath, smiling when Megan ruffles your hair. “You don’t hate me?” You whisper and everyone in the room snorts or scoffs.  

“Of course not.” Christen turns your head so your eyes lock.  

“If anything, we love you even more, because even through everything you’d been through, you’re still one of the most amazing people we’ve ever met.”  

Alex brushes a strand of hair behind your ear as your eyes yet again fill with tears, the women again moving into a group hug, surrounding you in nothing but their warmth, and their love.  

“We’re not going anywhere Y/N, we’ll get through this together. We promise.” Tobin whispers in your ear and you nod, tears streaming down your cheeks.

Emily leans between a few players, cupping your cheeks.  

“Don’t let your past define your present, okay? You’re not what your parents turned you into, what your friends turned you into, what life had turned you into. You’re Y/N Y/L/N, a pro soccer player and baby of the USWNT.” Emily teases and you chuckle, the woman kissing your cheek as she pulls back.  

“Who knew you were so articulate.” You tease and Emily’s brows furrow.  

“What did you call me?” She asks and you snicker, smiling when Lindsey throws an arm around Sonnett.  

“God, I love you.” She beams, the defender’s cheeks flushing pink.  

You look around the room, a wide smile stretching across your face.  

“I love you guys...” You whisper and everyone grins.  

“We love you too, we’ll get through this Y/N.” Crystal smiles and you nod.  

“Together?” You ask, glancing around the room, smiling when everyone nods.  

“Together.”  

[isthisthingeven0n]

not like the books say : d.d

brief summary: for years you’ve been friends with david, but of late you’ve developed a crush. in your attempt to rid of the burden, you start to distance yourself from david, except it doesn’t go unnoticed. 

word count:  1.7k requested: yes - by a lovely anon, thank you for the angsty idea! warnings: none that i’m aware of

* masterlistin’ / masterlistin’ 2.0

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website know it hasn’t been approved me unless specified. all rights reserved. - i have to start doing this as I had some shit on my other blog with plagiarism)

DO NOT STEAL MY WORK - IT IS ALL MY OWN WRITING

You always thought it just happened in films and books. Never in a million years did you think you’d end up being the protagonist who falls for her best friend. Yet, here you are; in love with your best friend, David.

It was something you intended to avoid thinking about, but when you spent nearly every moment with him it was harder than that. You kept your cool 90% of the time, and the only person who seemed to really notice was Natalie.

Since Natalie found out about your harbouring crush, you made the decision to try and distance yourself from your best friend. It was only going to be a temporary measure, just until you felt more like yourself again (and didn’t find yourself drooling over David.)

Yet, you quickly discovered it wasn’t going to be that easy. You see, being apart from David is like going without your phone for a long length of time- close to impossible. Even if you were in his house, but in a separate room, David just knew. He loved having you around, no matter what’s happening, he just wanted you to be there.

Leading you to now, sitting in your house trying to ignore the ringing and bombardment of text messages from David, wondering where you are.

“You gotta answer him at some point, Y/n.” Your friend, Dani speaks up.

She listens as you let out an audible groan before turning your phone face down. “Think that’ll stop it for a bit?” You glance up toward her unimpressed expression as she passes over your drink.

“It’s David. He won’t stop, next thing you’ll know is he’ll send the police around to make sure you’re not dead.” Dani passively jokes, but you both know it might be something he’d actually do one of these days.

Leaning forward, you reach for your phone as the mass of notifications illuminates your screen. “Yeah, I’ll just answer this one.” You mutter, seeing Dani nod out of the corner of your eye as she exits the room.

As you answer the phone, immediately you’re greeted by a long sigh of relief. “Oh thank god, I thought you died.” David dramatically exhales, hearing you chuckle through the line.

“Nope, not dead I can assure you.” You smile to yourself, feeling the all too familiar butterflies in your stomach. “Everything alright?”

Pacing around his bedroom, David nods to himself. “Yeah, yeah. I just wondered if you were coming over today? Jase is here along with Carly and Erin.”

“Sorry Dave, I can’t today.” You tell him, curling up into a cushion on the sofa as you picture his brows furrowing and frown forming.

“Oh,” David mutters, taken aback by your response. “are you ill?” Worry takes over his tone.

“No, not at all. I’m just super busy with some admin things I’ve left to the last minute. Need to just crash out in my office and get them done.” You lie, hoping he can’t tell. You’re always on top of your admin work, so being behind is highly unlike you.

“Okay, well, I guess I’ll see you tomorrow?” David tries to hide his disappointment as you hum in response, hanging up shortly after.

Placing his phone in his pocket, David exits his room with his shoulders slouched forward. “Something up, Dave?” Jason speaks up, breaking from the conversation as David slumps onto the sofa beside Carly almost causing her to spill her coffee.

“Y/n isn’t coming over.” David states, looking up as if it isn’t the biggest surprise and everyone should be alarmed, but they’re not. “You heard me, right?” He reiterates his point, and Jason leans forward.

“Dave, it isn’t a big deal. She’s here nearly every day with you, girls gotta have some down time.” He speaks calmly, seeing David look down at his phone once more hoping you’ll change your mind. “Or maybe she’s just sick of your company.” Jason jokes, but David lifts his head up quickly at the comment.

“Fuck off, Jase.” David scoffs. “But what if she is? Like, she’s barely spoken to me all week, suddenly been super busy with work or helping out Dani with things.” David explains, everyone now captivated in his thoughts.

“Maybe she’s started to see someone.” Erin suggests, and immediately David tenses at the thought. “Or not, I don’t know.” She mutters, looking over to Carly who keeps her eyes on her phone.

Walking out from the room, David heads into the yard as frustration clouds his emotions.

“David, wait.” Natalie follows after him as he clenches his fists, leaning against the railing. “Y/n’s not seeing anyone, I know that much.” She says calmly as David sighs.

“Then why is she not around? I, I miss her being here for me to annoy all the time.” He tries to joke, but Natalie can tell he means it on a deeper level.

“Is there more to why you miss her being here?” Natalie pushes the subject, hoping he’d finally say something.

Sadly, David shakes his head. “I just miss her, alright.” He comments coldly. “I’m going for a drive, I’ll be back later.” He states before walking past Natalie without so much as looking up.

“Fuck.” Natalie sighs as she walks back into the house, hearing the front door close and everyone look up at her with the same confused expression. “He just needs to clear his head.” She excuses him before sitting back down with everyone else, sending you a quick text just in case.

*

Lying on your bed, you couldn’t tear your gaze from the ceiling, suddenly finding the detailing in the blank canvas fascinating.

“Y/n?” Dani yells your name, quickly followed by the sound of her running up the stairs and appearing at your door. “You’ve got a guest.” She swallows her breath as you turn to face her.

“But I’m busy, clearly.” You sarcastically comment, only encouraging Dani to sit beside you.

“Let me rephrase that.” She sighs. “David is here.”

Quickly you force yourself upright, looking at Dani quizzingly. “You’re not bullshitting me, are you?” Dani shakes her head, and you groan loudly into your hands. “Okay, I, I’ll come on down.” You mutter in defeat, following her footsteps as you descend down the stairs.

As you appear from the railings, David perks up immediately. He can feel his smile growing, even if he can’t see your tired expression just yet. All he knows is that you being home, and willing to see him is enough to make his day.

Appearing fully in his view, David’s smile softens as you face him. “Hey, what’re you doing here?” You ask calmly, but David can see the glances that Dani has toward you.

“I just came to see if you’re doing okay.” David mumbles, suddenly feeling like a child in a staff room at school. “You’ve not been 'round much and everyone's missing you.” He quickly adds, trying to ease the matter by focusing on the others, not just himself.

“Oh,” You think aloud, catching David’s eye. “I, I’m fine just been busy with stuff.” You repeat the same excuse he’s heard countless times now, and David nods.

“But like, is there something we can help with?” He asks, stepping forward as you step back. “I, I’m sorry if I’ve said anything or done something to upset you. You can talk to me, Y/n, you always can.” He raises his voice slightly, and Dani turns around and walks upstairs, leaving you both with some privacy.

Lowering your gaze to the floor, you watch as his feet shuffle against the wooden floorboards. “I can’t right now, David.” You tell him honestly, refusing to look up to see the cocktail of confusion and anger crossing his face. “It’s my fault, but I can’t explain it, not yet at least.”

David furrows his brows together as he focuses on you. “So we’re keeping secrets now?” He scoffs, stepping back as you do too, leaning against your sofa as your hands grip the ledge tightly. “Since when do we keep secrets, Y/n?”

“Since they involve you!” You blurt out, feeling your heartbeat thumping in your eardrums as you look at David, dead in the eyes. “I can’t stop thinking about you, wanting to be with you, being in fucking love with you and it’s driving me crazy!” You’re yelling now, unable to hold it back after so long of keeping everything bottled up.

Remaining in a state of shock, David just stares with wide eyes as he processes everything you’ve just said.

“How long have you felt like this?” He finally speaks up, and you can’t help but laugh as you cover your face with your hands.

“Too long, Dave.” You admit, still hiding your face.

David steps forward, lowering your hands down as he focuses on the worry in your gaze. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner, Y/n?” He mumbles, but you shake your head.

“Because it’s stupid, you’re my best friend. I, I can’t be in love with you, David.” You explain as if it were obvious.

Shrugging a shoulder, David raises his hand to rest against your cheek. “I don’t see anything wrong with it.” He whispers, leaning in closer as his lips brush yours.

Except, you pull away, falling back onto your sofa. “What’re you doing?” You ask, caught off guard as you stand up straight, the sofa being the obstacle between you both.

“I was going to kiss you, dumbass.” He chuckles, running his hands across his jeans. “Look, I didn’t mean to catch you off guard, it’s just, I feel the same.” David explains, and now it’s your turn to process what he’s just said. “I have for years, just I never thought you’d feel the same so I’ve supressed it. Kinda only realised it whenever you’ve dated some guy.”

“I, sorry,” You stumble over your words.

“Oh for god sake, people!” Dani blurts out, and you both look up to see her peering through the railings. “You love him, he loves you. End of!” She sighs dramatically before retreating back up the stairs, leaving you stood in silence once more.

“I guess this is the part where I ask you on a date then?” David turns to face you, shyly smiling as you move around the sofa and stand in front of him, your fingertips brushing along his.

“Yeah,” You chuckle softly. “I guess that’d be a good start.”

[sylvie-writes]

Late to the Party

Listen to the song here➳ Late to the Party by Kacey Musgraves

Summary: You may be late to the party but you aren’t missing anything when your lover is all you need (Chris Evans x reader) 

Disclaimer: A line from the song was removed in order for me to write this. The line that was eliminated did not pertain to the story in any way so therefore I withdrew it. 

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, cheesy af

I apologize if there isn’t much✨flavor✨, I just really needed to get a one shot out and now was the only time that I could write something. 

They're blowing up our phones, asking where we are

“(y/n)! Are you almost ready, honey?” Chris was sitting by the door, having just finished lacing shoes. His brother, Ava, who was the birthday girl, and his sisters were all texting him and you simultaneously. The party had started half an hour ago but the two of you had gotten so caught up in relaxing, no really, you both were napping. After a long week of work, the party was long forgotten till Carly texted you, making sure everything was okay. You then checked your phone to see that the party had indeed started ten minutes ago, you and Chris running around, your minds completely going wild. So late for the party, you and Chris had used different bathrooms to get ready instead of waiting for turns. 

Scott had invited both you and Chris to Ava’s, a mutual friend, birthday. Being polite, you both impulsively agreed to show, not taking the consequences into consideration. That was Monday and now it is Friday night, one you both would’ve loved to peacefully spend inside with each other, not with the company of rowdy people. 

Just say we're almost there; we ain't even in the car

“I’m putting on my dress! Just tell them we are on the way!” Frantically, you slipped on the baby-blue, spaghetti strap, midi dress. Sure, everyone at the party would be clothed in flashy and fancy club attire but you could care less. You weren’t trying to impress anyone, you already had a man who loved you so much, even if you wore a trash bag. 

Sprinting down the steps, your white kitten heels caught the wood, causing you to slip and fall forward. Unexpectedly a pair of hands caught your waist and you looked up, Chris’s eyes were flooded with concern as you cautiously stepped down to the floor. 

I'm never late to the party if I'm late to the party with you

“You both are an hour late!” Scott hurriedly pushed you both through the venue door and into the sea of people, happily partying in the neon colored lights and loud dance music. You wrapped your arm in Chris’s, not wanting to get lost in the mass. Sensing your unease, Chris pulled you closer, pressing a small kiss to your head. 

The booming music made it impossible for you to hear a single word from anyone, prompting Chris to lean close to your ear and talk. 

“Sorry honey that we missed the party.” 

A sullen look coated Chris’s face, like he had ruined your night. You quickly patted his chest, getting on tippy toes to whisper back in his ear.

“We aren’t late to the party, because I’m already here with you.” 

In the bright lights, Chris saw your gorgeous eyes twinkle and a short yet cute wink shining back at him. Before he could say anything else, Ava came and swopped you both unwillingly away, towards the packed dance floor. People were laughing and shouting to the lyrics, waking both you and Chris up. Everyone around you was dancing with others, some flirtatiously trying to pick up someone. Women would walk up to Chris but once spotting you, they’d walk away. All you wanted was to spend the night with Chris and not out here, with the two of you on edge. A night with Chris was just enough of a party for you.

Ava had dragged you into the middle of the circle, trapping you both within. Standing on your toes and looking between people, your eyes could spot Chris’s siblings standing by the drink bar and you pulled the uncomfortable man beside you, towards them. 

By the time we get there, everybody will be drunk

“About time you guys showed up!” Carly came over to hug you, then switched places with Shanna, embracing Chris. 

“You want something to drink!” Even though Scott was yelling, the music made it sound as if he were whispering. Finally deciphering what he had said you turned down the drink, Chris too. From the looks of it, most of the alcohol was long gone, many red cups littering the floors and people’s hands. On the dance floor, people who were dancing were constantly dropping to the floor due to their intoxicated state, making you and Chris giggle just a bit.

The Evans clan was busy talking while Chris bent down to whisper in your ear once more. 

“Aren’t you just sooooo glad we came?” Your boyfriend then turned his head so you could whisper back, staying bent so you wouldn't have to reach up. 

“As long as I have you, I’m perfectly fine.” At your lovely confession, Chris’s heart fluttered and he straightaway planted a kiss on your cheek, a small snicker leaving your mouth as your shoulders scrunched up at the surprise affection. 

Chris knew right there and then that you were the one. You’d always be the one. 

The chairs will be on tables and the band will be unplugged

You had only been there for half an hour, the party now well over. The dj’s table had been unoccupied, music stopping, lights were back to their original yellow aura, and the venue workers were setting up some chairs at the bar. 

We're gonna look real good, but we're gonna look real rude

From the start, you both knew that showing up late was impolite but it was better to show up than not at all. In your minds, there was no such thing as being late to the party and missing the fun, for you both already had each other and that was enough. 

The music may have been stopped, the drinks empty but who needed those things to make a party entertaining when you had your lover? 

I'm sorry I'm not sorry that I'm...

Late to the party with you

“We really aren’t missing anything.” Over at the corner table, your friends and family long gone, you and Chris were in your own little world. Currently, Single Ladies was blaring and people were obnoxiously shouting the words, messily dancing along, some forming a line dance. You and Chris just stayed in your little corner, your arms around his neck, his hands at your waist. Softly, your head was laid on his chest as he placed his chin on your resting head. The two of you slowly swayed, not to the beat of the fast song but to your own melody. Looking up at Chris, you placed your lips against his, murmuring a response.

“Nope.” 

Chris’s lips then locked with yours in a slow and intimate kiss, the sounds of the party tuned out. 

Oh, who needs confetti?

We're already falling into the groove

Soon, the song stopped and a loud pop sounded, awaking you and Chris from your enchanting dance that seemed like daydreaming. The two of you quickly turned to face the dance floor, now seeing the confetti that was falling from the sky. From your view you saw Scott shooting an instagram video with Carly and Shanna, taking use of the confetti overlay. Laughter over came you, and Chris followed your line of sight, chuckling along with you. The Evans were always happy drunks, making the night amusing. Chris recorded the video from your angle, to show Scott later when he’s sober. The way he was dancing was absolutely hilarious, even sober, Scott was a literal comedian. As brothers, the two were always trying to find ways to humiliate each other and you’d just watch, not wanting to become a victim of their pranks and antics. 

And who needs a crowd when you're happy at a party for two?

The world can wait

'Cause I'm never late to the party if I'm late to the party with you

Another song came on and the party goers all went back to the dance floor. A perk for you both, the fresh steak and sides were left untouched since most of the crowd went to dance. You and Chris filled your plates to the brim, both laughing at your extreme pigging out. At the table, you two devoured the food while making some small talk, Chris mentioning a new project and you telling of how your cousin was coming next week. Conversations with Chris were always easy, the words just flowing as you both enjoyed each other’s company. 

Let's promise when we get in that we'll try to get right out

Fake a couple conversations, make the necessary rounds

Scott, Carly and Shanna came back from dancing, indulging in some food while you and Chris just listened to their chatter having already eaten. 

“We are gonna get some drinks, be right back!” Chris hopped up from his seat dragging you along, thoroughly confused.

“Why are we-” 

“We aren’t.” You crossed your arms and defiantly looked up at the man.

“Then what are we doing?” It was hard to believe that you weren’t getting drinks as you were literally now standing in front of the bar. Chris bent to whisper in your ear, as the music was still bellowing throughout the venue. 

“We are socializing so we can leave.” Chris’s eyebrows raised, proud of his plan. You laughed at his goofy expression, kissing him happily, pulling away with a pucker.

“Mr. Evans, you sir, are a genius!” 

With that, you and Chris walked up to the bar, plastering fake smiles on your faces, making small conversations and politely listening to the people that you knew as acquaintances. 

These kinda things just turn into "who's leaving here with who?"

But I just want 'em all to see me come in

Late to the party with you

As you talked with people, many of them babbled on about who they’d be leaving with. Most of the people there were envious that you had settled down and had someone who loved you. Walking in with a man who was yours and was loyal, felt powerful. So many of the people here were just running around looking for somebody to love. 

Someone who would be their best friend.

Someone who would be there for them.

All of which Chris was for you. 

Oh, who needs confetti?

We're already falling into the groove

And who needs a crowd when you're happy at a party for two?

You and Chris soon left the bar going back to the table, his siblings and friends long gone once again. Sitting at the booth you pulled out your phone to show Chris some pictures of Dodger when you dressed him up this morning. Last week you ordered a tuxedo suit for the dog because why not? It was a lightning deal on Amazon okay? Telling the whole story, Chris just cackled then showing you pictures of when Dodger wore a sweater. That dog was so mellow, he’d let you do anything to him.

Times like these may seem stupid to some, but with Chris you could be goofy and domestic. You could send him funny videos and he’d respond. Sometimes he’d call you in the middle of the day with some really cheesy joke to which you tell him “Keep trying”. The two of you had a bond that was hard to explain but that suited you both just right. You were puzzle pieces that came together to make a gorgeous picture. 

The world can wait

'Cause I'm never late to the party if I'm late to the party with you

An hour passed and the others were still not back from god knows where. Once you and Chris had finished looking at Dodger pictures and ordering him a hot dog costume, you turned on a movie and shared some earbuds that were in your purse. As per usual, it was a Disney movie, this time Oliver & Company, in honor of beloved Dodger. 

Half way through the movie someone tapped you and Chris on the shoulder, the two of you throwing down your headphones and turning your heads, unfortunately in the same direction, definitely not expecting the other to be there. Your foreheads clashed and immediately Chris leaned forward to kiss the forming goose egg, your hands resting on his forehead as you were about to do the same. Chris then leaned back and moved his hands down your face, the two of you just gazed into each other’s eyes, soon breaking out in laughter, mindless of poor Scott who was just awkwardly standing there. 

“You two are so cute it's disgusting.” With that Scott just left, forgetting his announcement and going back with Ava to cut some cake. Your laughter stopped and you both watched as Scott jogged away, resuming your giggles before getting up for cake. 

Late to the party with you

Oh, who needs confetti?

We're already falling into the groove

And who needs a crowd when you're happy at a party for two?

The world can wait

The other Evans soon came back from socializing and cake, more friends at their sides as they came to sit at the once vacant table with you and Chris. Everyone spoke loudly, buzzed from the drinks in their hand while you and Chris shared a large cup of coffee, trying to stay awake for the sake of others around you. 

About ten minutes had passed and Chris’s eyes were drooping, your own twitching from lack of sleep. It was definitely time to go home. 

“Sorry guys, but we are gonna call it a night.” You stood from the booth, holding you hand out for the sleepy and now shocked Christopher. Playing along, Chris nodded and bid his siblings and friends goodbye, you doing the same. 

On your way out, you grabbed Ava from the bar to wish her goodbye and to give her a small gift. Ironically, on Wednesday, Chris reminded you of said party that was up-coming, which in the long run you both still forgot. That day after work, you picked up a small pendant from Kohl’s, Chris picking up a card on his way home too. 

'Cause I'm never late to the party if I'm late to the party with you

Ava solemnly walked you both to the venue’s door, expressing her gratitude but pleading for you to stay. 

“But you already missed a lot of the party earlier!”

You looked at Chris, a smile gracing his lips and yours too.

“We didn’t.” A confused look made its way onto the woman’s face. Not wanting to explain, you just politely shook your head, letting her know that it was nothing.

“Happy Birthday, Avie.” Leaving the door, a confused Ava waved at you both, still in a trance, trying to understand your perplexing words. 

Unbeknownst to Ava, you and Chris hadn’t missed anything at all. You both didn’t care for the things of the party, you just needed each other. 

The car ride back home was silent, yet comfortable. Chris’s hand rested over your thigh as you laid your head on his shoulder. At some point you had nodded off and upon parking in the driveway, Chris placed a kiss on your temple to wake you gently. 

Sleepily, you leaned into Chris’s side as you both went to the bedroom, cleaning up and changing into more comfortable clothing. Soon, Dodger joined you and Chris as you all snuggled up in the bed, spending the remaining hours of the day in the loving hold of your boyfriend. 

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Finally content, you and Chris laid in each other’s arms, both of your presences just enough to make the night enjoyable.

No, I'm never late to the party if I'm late to the party with you

[dreamboatisland]

abandoned love | d.d.

Summary: When David gets a new girlfriend, you didn’t expect to be forgotten amongst the midst of it all.

Word Count: 1420

A/N: Hey yall, this was actually the first piece I ever wrote for the vlog squad. It’s kinda hard to believe that the first fic I wrote was about David and now I mainly write for Jeff. So, I hope it’s okay! Also kinda satisfying that my first david fic had the word count include 420.

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It was no secret that David was in love with you. Well in love was probably exaggerating it a bit. More appropriate would be that he had a giant crush on you. Most of the time it was evident by the way he would always make sure you were taken care of. Whether that be by making sure you weren’t hungry or thirsty or if you were comfortable in the situation you were in. And needless to say, but it was nice. It was nice to always have someone there who actually cared for you. And unknowing to anyone else, you had a crush on him too. Have ever since he accidentally hit you with his camera when you first met him. But keeping your friendship intact forced any thoughts of a relationship out of your mind.

That was until she came into the picture. Her with the dark brown locks. The radiant smile. The glowing skin. She was absolutely gorgeous and a part of you could admit that you were jealous of her. Not all because of how she looked and behaved, but the more for the fact that she slowly took David away from you. Which ultimately wouldn’t have been a bad thing since you were always there to support David, but it led to you being nothing more than a way to get content from him.

It started slowly. Him forgetting you were there when he was filming, which was a small change, but one many around you noticed. Not returning your calls or texts and not responding to your messages, something that was strange to you and realizing you didn’t like. After some time, you didn’t appear in the vlogs as much as you used to, and this was when the fans noticed. They wondered if you guys were still friends. And even though the whole internet could tell that things were wrong between you two, you didn’t pay much attention to it. Mainly associated it with him getting a girlfriend. All you wanted to be was supportive, especially since his last public relationship was a couple of years ago.

The moment it became evident that you really lost him to her was when they all decided to travel to Las Vegas without you. Everyone sent you a text to see if you were ready. What they didn’t realize was that David never told you about it.

So rather than confuse anyone, you told them you wouldn’t be able to go because of work.

But you were upset by this information. Even considered going to his house to confront him about it, but you didn’t want to cause a scene. If he didn’t want to invite you and be associated with you anymore, then so be it.

It was hard to disassociate yourself with someone you once considered a close friend, probably more accurate, a best friend. The posts on social media didn’t make it any better. All you felt was anger when you noticed how happy they seemed. Which then led to you being upset at the fact that you were angry when all you wanted for him was happiness. And he got that. What you didn’t expect was for it to be at the cost of your friendship.

And when they returned from Las Vegas after spending a few days there, it wasn’t a surprise that the only person to contact you was Erin. Always being closer to her in the vlog squad than most of the others.

After much contemplation on your part, you decided to meet up with her after coming back from her trip. She was the first friend you made before meeting all of the vlog squad. They couldn’t really take her away from you.

Which is why you were here, outside your local coffee shop, getting breakfast and catching up with her.

“So, what have you been up to? I know you said you were picking up a lot of extra shifts, but there aren’t that many shifts where you can’t respond to a simple text.”

All you can do is look down at your plate of food. Not wanting to tell her you’ve been feeling left out for a while and decided to cut all ties silently.

“Nothing, but I am thinking about starting my own youtube channel. Sort of a help guide channel for others. But I really don’t know where to start.”

Always being good at directing the conversation away from topics you didn’t want to talk about, that’s what you did.

“Why don’t you come and help Carly and me with some videos. Maybe it’ll help you see how to go about starting?” You can tell she’s being sincere when you look at her eyes. “Well as much help as Carly and I can give you.”

You quickly take her up on her offer and decide to accompany them on their Starbucks taste testing videos they film. Deciding it would probably be the one video that isn’t filmed near David or the others.

But you should have known that Erin knew you pretty well by now. She’s known something has been wrong with you since before the trip. When you started to become distant. Before, she tied it to problems with your job. Until she realized the reason why. David.

So that’s when she decided she would invite David for the video as well. It was time for you to gain the courage to speak your thoughts and for him to recognize what he was doing was wrong. The two of you needed to talk things out. Knowing this would probably upset you, she decided to take the risk. Better to try and salvage your relationship than to have you both lose each other.

It was no surprise to her when she picked you up and your eyes grew as wide as saucers. She was expecting it when your eyes fell upon David in the drivers’ seat. He seemed to be confused and quite shocked as well. Not knowing Erin was going to direct him to you. But he couldn't exactly leave you, so he waited patiently for you to get in the backseat with Carly with Jason in the very back.

All conversation was tuned out from your mind while you tried to get a grip of yourself. Until Carly asked what you wanted from the menu. Putting yourself back in reality you quickly gave her your usual order.

Remembering that you were here to learn from Carly and Erin, you put your focus back on them and what they were filming. Once you focused on just them and how they communicated to the camera, you began to enjoy yourself. There were a lot of helpful tips that were sure to help you both with a camera and how to go about starting a channel.

That was until they left you alone with David. The silence seemed to make him uncomfortable. And you guessed that’s why he began talking to you. “I don’t know if this matters to you, but I broke up with her.” Which caused your eyes to go wide for the second time that day.

“I’m really sorry I stopped all contact with you. I just couldn’t didn’t want this relationship to end exactly like my last one. Ended because we let ourselves drift apart. But I didn’t mean to cut you out. I didn’t even realize what I had done until I came back from Las Vegas and you weren’t there to keep me company while I edit. To accompany me during our late-night drives. Or to cuddle with me when we’re going to bed. I didn’t end the relationship because of you, but I did because I realized something. All along I was looking for someone where support and being there for each other would come naturally. To have someone to hold and to love. And I was looking in the wrong place. I should have realized this sooner. There was a reason why I never dated anyone else. You were that reason. I already had you, but I didn’t realize. And I’m sorry.”

He’s playing with the strings on his hoodie and you can’t help but to tilt his head towards yours and kiss him. Shocked at first, he doesn’t move. Until he feels your fingers glide across his cheek. Softly, his hands grip your waist and he pulls you into his embrace.

And you both don’t let each other go until Carly, Erin, and Jason come back.

[perfectly-imperfect82]

What?

It was time for team bonding in Megan and Ash room. To say that you weren't excited was an understatement. When they host team bonding something always goes wrong and someone ends admitting or doing something they don't want to. It usually doesn't end well.

We ended the room and you instantly flopped down on the bed between Tobin and Lindsey as everyone was filling into the room

"You look excited" Lindsey laughed at you

"So excited" I  said sarcastically

"You'll be fine, everyone tends to protect you since you're the baby of the team" Tobin said wrapping an arm around me causally

"I'm 21" I exclaimed

"Still the baby of team" Emily laughed as she jumped on to the end of the bed facing us

"Okay ladies, for team boding today we are going to play truth or dare." Megan said as a few us groaned, me being one of them.

"Okay, me first" Ash said looking around the room for who her target would be.

"Emily, truth or dare?"

"Dare"

"I dare you to give us a strip tease for a minute"

"Bet" Emily said with a smirk and laugh

Her strip tease consisted of mainly her rooming her clothes as she danced funny, causing us all to laugh the whole time.

"enough" Ash said with a laugh as Emily started putting her clothes back on

"(Y/n), truth or dare?" Emily said with a smirk

"Dare" I said causing Emily to look at me in shock. Normally I choice truth with her since she always make me do crazy things.

"What are you hiding?" Emily said narrowing her eyes at me and causing a lot of the veteran to look at me

"What makes you think I'm hiding something?" I asked even though she wasn't wrong

"You never picks dare from Emily" Rose said causing me to shrug my shoulder

"I dare you to tell me what you hiding?" Emily said with a smirk causing me to roll my eyes.

"Are you drinking?" Carli asked

"I'm 21, so yes"

"Were you arrested?" Tobin asked from next to me as I gave her a really look to which she responded "just making sure"

"Are you doing drugs?" Emily asked

"No!"

"Are you dating someone?" Mal asked

"Still single" I replied

"Let me guess, you finally had sex" ash said with a laugh

"Yeah" I replied nonchalantly

"Are you... wait what?" Sam said looking at me while everyone was also looking at me not talking

"What?" I asked confused

"You aren't a virgin anymore! Who corrupted you?" Christen exclaimed while everyone but one person was looking at me in shock

"When?" Julie asked

"Why didn't you tell us?" Emily asked

"About time!" Megan said with a laugh

"Megan!" Ali scolded her

"What?" Megan said giving you a thumbs up

"Thanks" I  laughed as every glared me  so i stopped but I  felt one specific pair of eyes on me that I ignored

"Who was it and when?" Lindsey asked from next to me. Feeling panic rise a little, i did not want anyone to know who. I didn't think it was a big deal, just like it wasn't with Mal or Tierna.

"Doesn't matter, you guys know so let's move on"

"Christen, Becky, Kelley how did you guys not know this? You guys play with her in Utah. Who does she hang out with"  Julie asked looking at he three of them

"If any of us know,it would be Kelley. That is who she is always with" Becky said as then everyone turns to Kelley and I  felt panicked and you could see it in her eyes also

"She know" Alex said with a smirk causing me to shrink back into Tobin who was watching me with amusement and curiosity to my reaction of trying to hide

"So what if I do? I'm still not telling you" Kelley said with a smirk, sparing a glance at you.

This glance causing Christen to think over your two's relationship in Utah. You watched as Christen connected the dots and looked between you two in shock before just looking at you causing Tobin to figure out to.

We are so dead I thought as I hide my face in Tobin shoulder

"No" Christen said looking at me and at the moment Kelley took off sprinting out of the room

"No way! You had sex with Kelley!" Emily said laughing causing me to with draw from hiding my face to look at everyone reaction who looked shocked or confused.

"I'm going to kill Kelley" I said as I  felt a blush appear on your face at my confession

"Not if we get to her first" Ash said as a group of the veteran went out to chase after her.

[nostalthicc]

he’s not mine | jeff wittek

dad!jeff wittek x reader

summary: helping jeff raise his son was fun until she came back

warnings: angst, fluff, many mistakes

2.5k words

oliver was born may 28th, 2017

december 8th, 2017

y/n gave jeff a small smile as she stepped into his apartment, many baby toys were scattered across the floor along with camera equipment. she admired the cozy apartment, way bigger than hers but it felt homey. “i’m really sorry about this, i was completely rushing this morning and couldn’t realize i picked up the wrong phone.” she apologized as she handing jeff his phone back, thinking about the simple mistake she made this morning.

“i’m almost there!” y/n whispered into her phone. “please, stall a little bit longer, i didn’t think smoothies took this long.” she walked up to the counter, slamming her phone down, her foot tapped at a rapid pace as she wanted for her drinks to be done. y/n was so anxious she didn’t even notice the beautiful stranger place his phone right next to her own when he started to order. 

“y/n?” her eyes lit up when the man called her name, she quickly got her drinks, phone, and a few napkins before she raced out of there. it wasn’t until after her presentation did y/n realize she had taken the wrong phone, the screensaver wasn’t hers, the text messages coming through sure weren’t hers and the phone numbers looked unfamiliar. she started going into panic mode, how was she supposed to get through the day without her phone or let alone knowing who had her phone. 

she recognized her number pop up on the screen, she rushed out of class without a word, causing all heads to turn towards her but she could care less. y/n had important information on that phone she didn’t want getting out. “hello?” she answered, her voice shaking a bit.

the stranger was quiet for a few seconds. “i didn’t think thieves answered the phone they stole or left their own behind.” the masculine voice responded causing a wave a relief to flood over y/n.

“i promise i wasn’t trying to steal your phone! i was in a rush this morning and i didn’t even notice- i really wasn’t trying to steal anything-” she stopped rambling when she heard a low chuckle come from the opposite line. “i promise i wasn’t.” 

“i figured, i’m just messing with you.” he said, still continuing to laugh. “uh, so y/n, are you free right now to switch back? i can text you the address,” he asked after gaining his composure. y/n quickly answered with a yes, climbing into her car. her anxiety grew as she got closer to the stranger’s house, y/n already knew he had seen her private messages, she didn’t have a password on her phone and was not logged out of any of her social media accounts. but she was slightly relieved for her irresponsibility because he wouldn’t have been able to call her otherwise.

“you should probably pay a little bit more attention next time.” he teased, grabbing her phone off the kitchen table, returning it to her. although he was supposed to be filming a video he did find humor behind the situation, how many times do you run into someone with an identical phone and case as you. “and you should probably put a password on your phone.”

y/n sighed, starring down at the floor. “how much did you see?” 

“enough to know you’re in deep shit.” jeff decided not to sugarcoat it for this girl. it was not looking great for her. “i mean cmon’ sleeping with your professor- and in no way am i trying to pry but it just seems a little too risky.” 

“i know, i know, i’m just right at the end and he’s threatening me. i just can’t go down this close to the end.” y/n explained and it was all true, he paid for her housing, tuition, and held her future right in the palm of his hand. she didn’t know why she was explaining this to a guy she just met but he was as of now the only person that knew. she told him about how her professor is blackmailing her, about her father’s will opening when she graduates, the perfect job waiting for her when she gets out of college and he just sat there listening like it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

for the first time in a long time, jeff realized people who came from well-supported backgrounds could have complicated lives as well. they were interrupted by the loud wails of his son in the bedroom. jeff excused him before returning with a baby in his arms. he watched as y/n’s eyes light up at the chubby baby cuddling into his father. “you like babies?”

“like would be an understatement, i love babies!” she gushed, trying to contain her excitement while starring at the child. jeff walked over to y/n, gently placing his son in her arms. she gladly took him but looked up at jeff as if asking for permission, he gave her a grin before going back to his seat across the couch. y/n placed the baby’s feet on her knees as she admired his adorable face. “you might be the cutest baby i’ve ever seen, look at your cheeks.” her baby voice surfaced when she started talking to the baby, completely ignoring his father. he let out a toothless grin, showing off his gums. “are you smiling? are you happy?” 

“his name is oliver.” 

y/n lifted oliver off of her lap, setting him back on her lap. “hello, oliver. aren’t you just the cutest?” olive squealed again, earning a giggle from y/n. “yes, yes you are.”

june 17th, 2018

“no, please, please tell me it’s not more clothes,” jeff cried, watching y/n walk into the apartment with numerous bags dangling around her arms. ever since the pair became official y/n had taken it into her own hands to spoil oliver and jeff occasionally. she had become the motherly figure in his life, curing jeff of being a single father. 

y/n dropped all her bags directly on the floor by the front door, along with her jacket and purse to see her little sunshine who was playing with a yellow school bus and firetruck on the floor next to jeff. “hi, baby!” she said lifting him off the floor. “did you eat this morning?” she scratched his belly before turning to jeff, he gave her a thumbs-up without even tearing his eyes away from the computer screen. y/n rolled her eyes returning her attention back to oliver who remained swinging his truck around in the air. “do you wanna have a fashion show for your daddy? i think he would like that, wouldn’t he? we could show off our new clothes.”

jeff’s ears perked at her words but he didn’t look at her, he would have plenty of time for that. it’s why he played extra hard with oliver and let him stay up an hour past his nap time. alone time for the couple didn’t come often with a baby, even though they always seemed to find time for it. always. 

even though jeff hated y/n buying oliver new clothes almost every week, he had to admit he always looked adorable in them. he would constantly say his son could pull off anything, which was true. the last outfit was a sleeper with bear ears on the hood, bears on the feet and a brown fluffy tail on the butt. oliver was becoming cranking and begging to be put in his crib, even he could feel the sexual tension rising from the two. 

january 10th, 2019

“okay, one last present.” jeff said, pulling out a bag from behind the counter. y/n furrowed her eyebrows together as she looked at the yellow bag, she had told jeff not to go overboard and he had already given her an abundance of gifts, she really had no idea what this could be. she plucked the variety of colored papers out of the bag before reaching her hand into the bag, her hand was met with a soft fabric. 

“a onesie, oh jee, thanks. is this your pregnancy announcement?” y/n was sarcastic because she was still beyond confused what jeff was doing.

“shut up and turn it around.” 

y/n did as she was told, turning the onesie towards her face. to say she was shocked was an understatement, many emotions ran through her brain while reading the text. 

‘yeah i’m cute, i get it from my mama’

jeff and y/n had never actually talked about what oliver was going to address her as when he started talking, so for jeff to surprise her with this made her heart spin like crazy. y/n ran from her seat to hug him, soft sobs coming from her lips, mixed with a series of thank-yous.  

november 21st, 2019

jeff walked in the kitchen with a towel around his waist, scrolling mindlessly through his phone, little droplets of water fell from his hair onto his toned chest. y/n’s mouth watered as she stared at her boyfriend, she wanted nothing more than to push him back into the shower with her but she had more pressing matters at the moment. mini jeff. she had been trying to get oliver to eat all morning but he was settled on throwing it her instead of eating. 

“ollie, baby, please eat this,” she begged, a small whine leaving her lips. he was already not eating enough, underweight, and not talking. he was just turned two. all the doctors gave the same the response:

“he’s just a little behind, wait a few weeks.”

“don’t worry he’ll be talking in no time.”

“everything will be okay, just give it time.” 

jeff and y/n were tired of giving it time, the suspense was eating away at them, they really just wanted to know how to help oliver. 

y/n gave up on trying to get the baby boy to eat and instead let him play with his toys on the floor. jeff reentered the room, with clothes on this time. “stop worrying, please.” he said, kissing her forehead a few times, y/n went to defend herself but jeff cut her off. “i can see the worry of your face. we’ll be fine, go help erin and carly, we’re having a boys weekend.” she looked up at her boyfriend, pouting. she didn’t want to leave the boys, y/n has grown very attached to both of them. “go, before they kick my ass for holding you here for so long.” 

2 days later

y/n had a lot of fun even though she was away from her boys but she was reading by the end of the weekend to go home. she missed her bed. erin and carly were horrible roommates, y/n couldn’t see how they lived together, they both snored extremely loud and kicked anyone in the bad next to them. but no amount of back pain could have prepared her for what she was about to walk into. the first thing y/n noticed when she trailed into the house was the play pin surround oliver, she thought they had agreed he didn’t need one, the second was the smell, it smelt strongly of lavender in through the apartment. y/n hated lavender with a passion, it caused a rash to form on her chest whenever she was around it.

“are you the babysitter?” a woman’s voice brought y/n out of her thoughts. “i don’t know what time you usually come but we don’t need you anymore,” she spoke dry and uninterested, the woman was cleaning out a new set of bottles, ones with strange nipples oliver didn’t like. 

y/n decided to ignore the lady, she didn’t care about her. she wanted to see her baby and jeff. she made her way over to the play pin, oliver squealed when he saw, waddling his way to edge. y/n willingly wrapped the boy in her arms, breathing in his familiar shampoo. at least that didn’t change. 

“what are you doing? i told you to leave- jeff!” the woman was beginning to grow frustrated with y/n, especially when she reached for her baby. both females watched jeff scurry into the room, looking for a problem but his eyes only met y/n’s confused stare. “she won’t leave, tell her we don’t need a nanny anymore.” 

jeff turning to the woman as she continued to bitch. “just give me one second.” that was a straight jab to the chest for y/n, he didn’t even deny this crazy lady’s allegation and was starting to piece together who she was. “can we talk so a quick moment outside?” he asked, walking over to the girl. 

“that’s-” 

jeff began but y/n cut him off quickly. “polly? yeah, i figured.” y/n clutched tighter onto oliver, she was growing more and more afraid of losing him at this moment. “why is she here, jeff?”

“she wants to be in his life again, she said she was finally ready to be a mom.” he explained, oblivious to y/n’s breaking figure. “she texted me a few days back saying she wanted to meet him so i invited her over and they really did click.” y/n sighed sadly, she knew what was going to happen.

“so what? she wanted to meet up with ollie, our ollie ironically the weekend i was gone.” her sadness was morphing with anger, this isn’t fair to her. “god, jeff! what the fuck! she broke your heart and she’ll break his too, just wait! she wants your money! people like her don’t change!” she didn’t even notice she was crying into oliver reached up to touch a stray tear, her heart was splitting in half and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. 

she watched as his soft eyes turning angry. “i changed, did i not. or do you think i’m just like her, huh.” he seethed, defending polly like she had stuck with him through everything with their son. “just like the mother of my child?” 

neither of them said anything for a long time, starring at one another wait for a counter. “i’m so stupid, so, so stupid.” she mumbled, y/n wiped the tears off her face before looking up at jeff. “what was this? was i some substitute while you waited for who you really wanted? oh my god, i gave up my whole life for you guys, i-i literally don’t have anything.” her breathing started to grow heavier and suddenly she went back right to the day she first met jeff, panicking in her class because she thought she had lost everything. y/n choked on a sob, suddenly handing oliver to jeff before sprinting down the hall.

 y/n left jeff there wondering if he had made the right decision, she left him there having to watch his son cry for his mama, she left him there with a hole in his heart polly couldn’t fill. the only thing polly could fill was her wallet.

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Heal My Heart - Chapter 6

Blake POV August 2009

“I love you forever…forever is over…we used to kiss all night now it’s just a bar fight…” I continued mumbling to myself as Katie sat across from me looking down at her book.

“Which song is that?” she questioned as I looked up.

“I haven’t named it yet…” I said as she nodded her head.

“How many songs do we have so far?” she asked again as I looked onto my computer to see how many tracks we have done.

“Like…6.” I said as she nodded her head.

We continued sitting there for another moment until Katie’s phone started ringing. She looked at it with a confused expression before answering it.

“Hello?...yes this is her.” She seemed to listen to what the other person was saying before her eyes widened. “Yes…that would be amazing. Of course! Thank you so much…yeah let me just give you my information.”

She walked out of the room before returning a few minutes later with a giant smile on her face.

“What?” I questioned as she turned her grin to me.

“That was Josh Schwartz. He is the executive producer for Gossip Girl and he said that he saw our last gig.” She said with excitement as I stared at her in shock. “He said he was super impressed with us and wants to see about us coming to an audition to possibly get us on the show.”

“Oh my god…are you serious?”

“Yes! Oh my god we have to pick a song that will work.”

We both immediately started scouring through our notes and looking at our already done tracks trying to decide which would be the best one to use.

“What are you guys doing?” (Y/N) pondered peeking into the room and staring at us.

“We are trying to find a song that we can use for our audition.” Katie said as (Y/N) smiled at us.

“You guys got an audition?”

“Yeah! It’s with the producer for Gossip Girl.” I said as (Y/N)’s smile brightened.

“I love that show. Well, I just came to see what you guys wanted to do for dinner. Alex mentioned just picking something up, but I wanted to see what you guys wanted.”

“You know…for two athletes you and Alex eat way worse than we do.” I commented as (Y/N) shrugged.

“Yeah, but we also work out more than you do.” She retorted as I nodded my head.

“That’s fair.”

“I think we’re good.” Katie said as the other girl nodded her head before leaving the room.

The next few days continued like that with us trying to find the perfect song to play during our audition. It didn’t help that school was fast approaching and our time would start to be taken up by homework and classes.

“Maybe we should just drop out…” Katie said as Alex scoffed from her position on the couch.

“That is a terrible idea.” She said as I nodded my head.

“I do want to get my degree.” Katie groaned as I flipped through my songbook before falling onto one, I had started as a joke. I sat up before walking towards my room and grabbing my guitar.

“Katie!” I hollered waiting for the girl to come into my room.

“You bellowed?”

“I have the perfect song.” I stated as she stared at me.

“Which one?”

“Sleeping with a friend.” I said as she frowned.

“The song about (Y/N) and Alex sleeping together?” I nodded my head

“Are you joking? Please tell me you’re joking…” I shook my head as she sat down and motioned for me to continue.

“Listen…it’s a great song. Given all the drama that show has I think it would be perfect.”

“I mean…I guess it’s worth a shot. We should start working on it.”

The next two weeks were spent practicing as much as we could before the audition. (Y/N) and Alex seemed to be giving both of us space and I think they liked taking advantage of how much time they were getting with each other.

“Are you nervous?” Katie questioned as we stood waiting for the producers to tell us to play. I nodded my head a little as I tried to keep calm. “I mean…this is like our shot to make it big.”

“I know, but I believe in us. We have worked for this and I know we can do it.”

“Hey guys! We are ready for you.” Josh said, giving us smiles as we nodded our heads. We started playing as the intro of the song started.

“All my friends…they’re different people…” I sang as we both started to really get into it.

“…and why mess up a good thing baby?....it’s a risk to even fall in love…” Katie continued

“I said, ooh ooh…you got me in the mood, mood…I’m scared but if my heart’s gonna break before the night will end…”

As we continued playing, I noticed that the producers all seemed to be into it. By the time we were done, I immediately turned to Katie pulling her in for a hug.

“That was amazing.” She said as I nodded my head. I watched as the producers seemed to talk for a few minutes before Josh came over to us.

“That was unbelievably amazing. You guys are seriously talented…what label are you signed with?”

“We aren’t signed with a label. We do all our stuff independently.” I said as he nodded his head.

“Well, I want to draw up a contract to see about using that song in an episode of the show. I’ll be in touch.”

We both stood there nodding our heads. We shook hands before we left the room. Once we were outside, we started celebrating with each other.

“Oh my god!” I said as Katie nodded her head.

“I can’t believe this…” she mumbled as I grinned.

“We have to celebrate.” I said as she nodded her head.

“Yes, let’s go.”

We went back to the apartment where Alex and (Y/N) were laying cuddled up onto the couch together. They both looked over and smiled at us when we entered the apartment.

“Hey guys…how did your audition go?” (Y/N) asked as I grinned at her.

“Our song is going to be on TV…”

“That’s amazing.” Alex said with a bright smile as we nodded.

“We need to celebrate. So, we are going out tonight.” Katie said as the other two nodded their heads.

“Okay…”

The rest of the night was spent celebrating our big move and our song being put into a TV show. I couldn’t believe that we actually were able to get this far. It seems like only yesterday when (Y/N) dared me to enter into the battle of the band’s competition. I can’t imagine what will happen next.

(Y/N) POV November 2009

I was laying in my bed when I felt a weight on top of me. I groaned a little when I felt Alex start shaking me.

“Wake up. Wake up.”

“I’m up…jesus…” I turned to face her as she grinned down at me.

“Guess what?”

“Hm?” I tried to bury my head back into my pillow but she kept shaking me.

“I got a call-up to the national team.”

That seemed to catch my attention as I turned my head to look at her with shock. She was beaming with excitement as I sat up so that she was sitting in my lap.

“What? Are you serious?” I asked with a smile growing on my face as she nodded her head. “Oh my god. That’s amazing!”

“I know! I get to go to camp with you.” I leaned in and kissed her as she wrapped her arms around me.

“I knew it was only a matter of time before you got there…I am so proud of you.”

“I love you.” She said softly as I gave her another kiss.

“I love you too.”

The next week seemed to fly by before we were on our way to camp. We didn’t have any games left for the year, but they still wanted us there so we could train together and stay fit.

“Are you nervous?” I questioned the forward who gave me a small nod. “Don’t be. You’re going to do amazing.”

“I just…I don’t want them to think anything about me…like in regard to you.” I furrowed my brows at her statement. I didn’t realize that our relationship was even a concern.

“I didn’t know you were worried about it.” I said with a frown as she gave me a panicked look.

“No, I just don’t want them to think I am here because of you.” I looked down for a moment before nodding my head.

“If it makes you feel any better, none of them know that I have a girlfriend.”

“(Y/N) we’ve been together for like a year…” she gave me an offended look as I stared at her.

“It just never came up. I don’t really talk about all that stuff with them.” I defended as she pouted at me. “I love you more than anything Alex. I would never intentionally try to hide our relationship.”

“I know…I just I guess I am worried about a lot of stuff right now…could we maybe keep it on the down low for the first week or so…”

“Yeah, it’s no problem…like I said, I don’t talk about it with all of them.” She nodded her head before leaning over to give me a kiss.

Once we arrived at camp, I found out I was roomed with Hope. I was overjoyed as I had come to really miss the goalkeeper in the time that we were apart. Alex was going to be roomed with Amy, so I knew already that she was in good hands.

“Hey” I grinned when I found Hope sitting on her bed. The goalkeeper looked up at me with a smile as I set my stuff down.

“Hey!” I practically dove into her bed to give her a hug. She reluctantly accepted my hug before I heard a knock at the door. I walked over and looked through the hole to see Carli on the other side.

“nadie está en casa” I said as I heard Hope chuckle. “Come back later.”

“(Y/N)…” I heard Carli complain as I chuckled. I opened the door a little as I stared at the midfielder who looked increasingly irritated. “Open the door.”

“What can I do for you?” I asked without opening the door further. She remained still for a moment before slamming her hand into the door causing it to come back at me smacking me in the head. “Ow!”

“That’s what you get for not opening the door.” She said brushing past me as I rubbed the part of my head that had been assaulted.

“You know…I could press charges.” She rolled her eyes at me before taking a seat on Hope’s bed.

“I’m really not worried about that.” She said as I shook my head. We sat talking amongst each other before I decided to go find Alex. I knew she was going to be with Amy and them, so I headed straight to find them.

“Hello hello.” I said making my presence known as I entered the room where they were all sitting.

“Hey (Y/N).” Cheney said as I grinned at her.

“How are you guys?” I asked, flopping onto the bed that Amy and Alex were sitting on. I moved so my head was somewhat near Alex.

“Tired. I hate flying.” Tobin said as I nodded my head.

We hung out for a little bit before we had to get ready to go do a little practice training. I headed out to go to the bus when someone caught my arm. I turned and smiled at Alex who gave me one in return.

“Will you sit on the bus with me?” she asked as I smirked.

“I thought you wanted nothing to do with me?”

“That’s not what I meant…I just don’t want to be alone.”

“As much as I would love to, I can’t…” I said as she gave me a confused look.

“What do you mean you can’t?”

“I have to sit with Tobin…she’s my bus buddy…” I said as she frowned at me.

“Your bus buddy?”

“Yes.” I confirmed as she scowled at me. “I’m sorry. I love you.”

“Yeah okay…” she said, turning and moving to walk away from me.

“Hey don’t be mad…” I said, catching her arm as she turned and glared at me.

“If you didn’t want to sit with me, then I would rather you said so…”

“I do, it’s just that there is this whole superstition around who we sit with and Tobin is my bus buddy…I can’t break that…”

“It’s fine.” She said turning and walking away as I sighed.

I moved and climbed onto the bus and moved to sit with Tobin. The midfielder smiled at me as I watched Alex climb onto the bus and sit with Kelley who had seemingly saved her a spot. I could tell she was angry at me, but there was no way I could make the situation better.

“Hey can I ask you something?”

“What?” I asked turning towards Tobin who was giving me somewhat of a nervous look.

“What do you think of Alex?” I furrowed my brows before looking in my girlfriend’s direction.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…you guys go to Berkley together so what do you think of her?”

“She’s awesome. An incredible player. She’s super-fast and she’s got a great finishing touch.”

“I meant more as a person…” she said as I frowned

“Oh.” I mumbled as I thought about it. “She’s a sweetheart and funny and obviously beautiful…”

“So, if I were to ask her out…do you think she would say yes?”

“What?” I asked, looking at her with shock as she seemed to try to elaborate.

She continued trying to explain that she wanted to ask Alex out and that she wasn’t sure if she would say yes. I got lost in my thoughts as I tried to think of what to say. On one hand, I promised Alex I wouldn’t say anything about us being in a relationship. On the other hand, would I be okay with Tobin trying to go after my girl?

“(Y/N)?” I turned and stared at Tobin who gave me a questioning look. “Do you think I should try?”

“I think you should do whatever feels right…” I said with a cautious look as she smiled.

“Great.” She said, turning and looking at where Alex was. I scowled a little as I watched Tobin check out Alex for a minute.

Once we arrived at the training grounds, I went and put my stuff down and started doing stretches. I watched as Tobin seemed to follow Alex around a little but tried to remain focused and keep my eyes away from it. I didn’t think Alex was going to cheat on me in the least bit but there was still a little fear that Tobin would cross the line. I decided to just see how this all plays out.

“You really are lost in your own head today…” I turned to see Christie staring at me as I pouted.

“I’m sorry…it’s just one of those days.” I mumbled as she gave me a sympathetic look.

“I get it, but you gotta focus now…” I nodded my head before trying my best to focus.

“Hey.” I turned my head as Kelley approached me.

“What’s up?” I said as she gave me a nervous look.

“I need pointers.” She said as I nodded my head. I turned my head and surveyed the field, though my eyes seemed attached to Alex.

“Um…you just have to be confident and don’t hold back. It’s the same advice I got for my first camp.” I said as Kelley nodded her head.

“What if I like do something wrong? I need to impress these people.” She said as I stared at her.

“Then, they’ll correct you. This is a learning environment. We all have something to learn.”

“Okay, so who should I avoid?”

“What kind of team do you think this is?” I asked with a confused look on my face. She seemed to have her eyes planted on one thing as I turned to see what she was looking at. I held back a laugh upon realizing that her eyes were rooted to Hope.

“She scares me.” Kelley admitted as I laughed.

“Hope?” I laughed for another moment before sighing. “That’s funny.”

“She doesn’t scare you?” I shook my head as I kicked one of the balls that were near us in Hopes direction. The goalkeeper then turned when it made contact with her side. She threw her middle finger up at me as I grinned back at her.

“Not one bit. She’s a softy at heart.” I said waving back at the goalkeeper. Kelley gave me a strange look before turning and walking away from me. I smiled before making eye contact with Alex who was giving me a look. I pouted at her before she turned away. I groaned before realizing I needed to get started with practice.

The first half of practice seemed to be difficult, I couldn’t seem to stop staring at Alex, but I felt myself getting into a rhythm after that. The longer it went on the more I seemed to feel myself go back to normal.

At one point, we were doing a scrimmage. I was on defense in front of Hope going up the field with my team. I backtracked a little bit when I saw Carli coming down the field full speed. I moved to try to cut off her shot but was met with solid contact before falling to the ground. I recognized immediately that I was on top of someone when I saw Hope glaring at me. I grinned at her before looking up and seeing Carli’s shot go into the goal.

“Way to go…” Hope groaned as I frowned before smiling back down at her.

“Well, isn’t this a beautiful sight.” I leaned down and kissed her cheek before being forcefully shoved off of her. I continued laughing as I reached up and accepted the hand from Carli who shook her head at me and Hope.

“You know, I didn’t think you were a bottom.” Carli said looking to Hope as my jaw dropped to the ground.

“Oh my god…” I said as Hope glared at the both of us. “Wait…does this mean that I’m stronger than you since you ended up on the bottom?”

“No...and you can both fuck off.” The goalkeeper said as I moved to try to get back in position before almost collapsing in laughter. I looked around at my teammates trying to keep my laughter in when I noticed the irritated look on my girlfriend’s face. I sighed to myself remembering that she was unhappy with me. Once practice was over, I went and started packing up my stuff.

“Hey, I wanted to let you know that I won’t be sitting with you on the way back…” I turned towards Tobin and gave her a confused look.

“What? Why?” I questioned as she gave me a small smile.

“I asked Alex to sit together and she said yes…” I frowned before shaking my head.

“Okay but like…superstition…” I mumbled as she nodded her head.

“I know, but it will be fine…” I stood there not saying anything as Tobin then turned to go towards Alex. I looked at Alex who intentionally seemed to be avoiding eye contact with me.

“What’s wrong?” I turned towards Carli who gave me a look.

“What?”

“You look like someone just kicked your puppy…”

“I’m fine.” I said as I walked towards the bus. I climbed on and tried to ignore that Alex was sitting with Tobin. I saw the empty spot next to Hope and walked over to sit with her.

“What are you doing?” she asked as I looked at her. Her face seemed to soften a little when she saw the hurt look on my face. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I mumbled as she nodded her head.

Once we arrived back at the hotel, I went and took a shower to get all the sweat off of me. Once I got out, I received a text from Cheney asking me to come hang out with all of them. I ignored it and climbed into bed.

“Are you going to talk about it?” I looked over at Hope who was staring at me.

“Talk about what?”

“The fight you had with your girlfriend…” I glanced at her with a surprised look.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I said immediately as the goalkeeper scoffed at me.

“First of all, you said you were sort of seeing someone and then I saw you arguing with Alex before we left for practice and then you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her. So, I assume that she is your girlfriend.”

“I hate you.” I mumbled as she smiled at me.

“No, you don’t…now tell me what’s up…”

“Alex and I agreed to not tell anyone that we were seeing each other as to make sure she didn’t get treated differently, and so I told her we couldn’t sit together on the bus which was what we fought about before we left and then Tobin told me she wants to ask Alex out, and then she told me after practice that she and Alex were going to sit together on the way back and now I’m mad.”

“That sounds very complicated.”

“It is.”

“Do you love her?”

“More than anything…”

“Then you should tell her that…I promise that no one is going to care if you and she sit together. I don’t think anyone knows that you are dating anyone and so it wouldn’t hurt to actually show that you care about her.”

“Really?”

“Yes. Now, I do think you need to apologize to her.” I groaned a little before nodding my head.

I waited a few minutes before getting up and exiting the room. I made my way to Alex’s room hoping that the forward would be there. I noticed the door was propped open as I entered the room. I tried to hide my scowl when I saw Tobin laying on the bed talking to Alex. They all looked up at me as I smiled.

“What’s up?” Cheney said as I dramatically threw myself on the bed.

“It’s been a shit day.” I mumbled as the midfielder ran her fingers through my hair. She patted my back as I laid there.

“Want to talk about it?”

“No.” she nodded her head before continuing what she was doing. Every few minutes she would jokingly tap my head as I gave her an unamused look.

“Well, I am here if you change your mind.”

For a few minutes, I listened to them talk before turning my eyes to Alex. She was listening to what Tobin was saying, but she kept looking in my direction. Our eyes met at one point as I motioned towards the door.

“I’m going for a walk.” I said standing up as Alex moved to join me.

“I’ll go with you.” She said as I nodded my head.

“Okay.” I said as Tobin looked like she wanted to join. Cheney and Amy both gave me skeptical looks as Amy started a conversation with Tobin.

We walked out of the room and towards the lobby. We didn’t say anything for a few minutes until we were for sure alone.

“I’m sorry…” I said as she stared at me. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought Tobin would be mad if I didn’t sit with her and the superstition, but I know it’s kind of stupid…”

“Amy explained it to me.” She said as I stared at her. “I guess I just don’t understand all the national team things like you do…and that’s not your fault.”

“Still…it shouldn’t matter…I should have sat with you.”

“It’s fine…I’m not mad anymore.” I smiled slightly at her before looking around. Once I was sure, we were alone. I took a step forward pulling her into me to give her a kiss. She immediately reciprocated, wrapping her arms around me.

“I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” She mumbled against my lips as I smiled.

“I was wondering if maybe you wanted to sit with me tomorrow…” I said as she gave me a look.

“Aren’t you worried about your superstition?” she asked me

“How could anything ever go wrong when I have you by my side…?” her whole face softened before she planted another kiss on my lips.

“Of course, I will sit with you…”

“Also, please stop flirting with Tobin…I don’t like it.” I said as she shook her head.

“I am not flirting.” She defended as I tilted my head. “You stop flirting with Hope?”

“I don’t flirt with Hope.” I said offended at the thought. “I mean…she’s hot. Don’t get me wrong.”

“Do you want to be single?”

“No!” I said as she nodded her head.

“That’s what I thought…” she said leaning in to give me another kiss.

We stayed with each other for a few more minutes just enjoying each other’s company before making our way back to everyone. We all hung out for a little longer until it was dinner time. I sat at a table with Hope, Carli, Amy, Cheney, Tobin, Kelley, and Alex.

The next few days were much more relaxed which was nice. Tobin had voiced her irritation with me for getting Alex to sit with me. I didn’t really care considering Alex was my girlfriend and I would do with her as I pleased.

As camp started coming to a close, Tobin seemed to try to up her game with Alex. I didn’t mind at all considering I knew Alex and I were solid, and she wasn’t going to do anything to mess that up.

“You’re horrible.” I turned towards Cheney who gave me a disappointed look.

“What’d I do?” I asked looking at her as she gave me another look.

“Let Tobin flirt with Alex knowing that it’s never going to happen…” I frowned, getting a sense of Deja Vu.

“Cheney, what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact that you’re dating Alex…” she said as I sighed to myself.

“I’m not…”

“You are. You look at her with adoration…and I saw you two kissing the other day. I’m a little disappointed that you didn’t tell me, but I’m sure you had your reasons…” I bit my lip for a moment staring at her.

“Alex didn’t want anyone to know since she was new to the team…”

“You still shouldn’t have let Tobin flirt with her…”

“I know. I just…Tobin would want a reason and I can’t give one…”

“Still not a good reason.”

“I’ll talk to Alex.” I said as she nodded her head. “Damn you and your disappointing looks…”

She smirked at me as I walked away from her. I went in search of Alex and found her with Abby and Pinoe. They all smiled at me as I approached. I sat down next to Alex as I listened to Pinoe tell some story that I didn’t quite understand. Eventually, the other two left as I sat there with Alex.

“I think we should tell everyone we are dating.” I said as she stopped and stared at me.

“Why?” she asked me as I raised a brow at her. “Not that I am protesting to it…I just want to know your reasoning.”

“I love you so much.” I said as her eyes immediately seemed to soften. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine and that I’m yours…”

“Okay.” She said as I smiled at her.

“Really?”

“Yes, I think enough time has passed for me to have at least somewhat proven myself and so it won’t hurt for everyone to know.” I smiled leaning forward and catching her lips for a kiss.

“For the record, you never needed to prove yourself. Anyone with eyes can see your talent.”

“You have to say that.” She said trying to hide her blush by resting her head on my shoulder.

“I really do mean it…” I said turning and giving her a soft kiss on the neck. “I’ve never seen you not be good at something…”

“Oh?” she pulled back and gave me a smirk. I nodded my head as she shook her head but leaned in to kiss me again.

I stood up offering her my hand as she took it. We moved to go to Alex’s room where Amy and them would be. We walked in and I watched as Tobin’s eyes immediately zeroed in on Alex’s and I intertwined hands.

“Alex and I are dating.” I said as Tobin shot me a hurt look. “To be fair, we have been for the last year…”

“What?” Amy said with shock as I nodded my head.

“Yeah, I’m sorry guys…I didn’t want to say anything because I felt like I had to prove myself…” she said sitting on her bed as I sat down with her.

“It’s fine.” Cheney said as I sent her a small smile. “If you break (Y/N)’s heart though, I’ll have no choice but to hunt you down…”

“You are surprisingly the first person to threaten me…” Alex said as I grinned.

“Tobs?” I looked at the midfielder who seemed to be lost in thought.

“It’s fine. I’m happy for you.” She said though I could still see the hurt.

“It’s not. I should have told you when you first told me you liked Alex…” I said as Alex gave me a look.

“It’s whatever.” She mumbled as I stood up moving towards her. I practically tackled her into a hug as she groaned.

“I’m soooooory. I looooove you.” I said as the midfielder rolled her eyes before giving me a small smile.

“I love you too.” She said as I grinned before kissing her cheek.

After that, the whole team seemed to find out pretty quickly. As I thought, everyone was super supportive. I was happy about it and I could tell Alex was too. The end of camp seemed to fly by as Alex and I returned home to Berkley.

“So, what did you think?” I asked as Alex climbed into bed with me.

“About…?”

“Your first camp.”

“It was great. I hope I get to go again.”

“You will.” I said as she cuddled closer to me. I wrapped an arm around her as she rested her head on my shoulder.

“I hope so.” I kissed her forehead before shortly drifting to sleep.

The holidays seemed to come and go pretty quickly which was sort of a bummer. My mom had found out that Blake was only spending the holidays with her dad and invited them over to my house. It was strange having her over, but it was nice. Everyone seemed to get along really well. Once again, I spent new years with Alex which was yet another perfect way to open the year. I really did love that girl.

January seemed to fly by in a flash as I was called into camp for preparations for the Algarve cup. The only eventful thing that I did besides school was celebrate my 21st birthday. It was awesome getting to celebrate with Alex and them. Though, drinking didn’t seem as fun when you’re actually allowed to versus when you aren’t.

Alex had not been invited to camp which was a major bummer. I know it was disappointing for her, but I have no doubt that if she just keeps practicing, she will be invited back.

The Algarve cup was great. We topped the group and got to the final versus Germany. Carli, Abby, and Cheney managed to bring it home, but I was disappointed about Germany scoring twice. I hate whenever we get scored on, but I will take the win.

“I missed you.” I mumbled against Alex’s lips. I had pulled her in for a kiss the moment I had arrived back at the apartment.

“I missed you too.” She said smiling into my lips.

“I missed you.” Blake said from her spot at the kitchen counter. “I ask that you don’t kiss me like that though…”

“You’d be lucky to be kissed by me.” I said, pulling away from Alex.

“No.” I laughed at the look on her face before looking around the apartment.

“Where’s Katie?”

“On a date.” Alex said as I nodded my head. I moved to walk towards my room. I quickly leaned in and kissed Blake’s cheek before running down the hall when Blake tried to grab me.

“I love you.”

“Dick…I love you too.” I heard her say as I grinned.

“How was the tournament?” Alex asked, coming into my room and laying on my bed.

“It was good.” I said as she narrowed her eyes at me.

“You’re mad about those goals huh?” I stopped and stared at her before nodding my head. “Why? You won.”

“I know, but the second Germany goal didn’t need to happen. I could’ve stopped it. I wasn’t fast enough.” I said as she stared at me.

“We all make mistakes. It’s okay.” I looked down as she crawled towards me before getting on her knees and wrapping her arms around my neck. I instinctively rested mine on her hips as she stared at me. “You played one hell of a tournament and I am proud of you.”

“I love you.” I said as she smiled at me.

“I love you too.”

It was only two weeks after that, that we were called back into camp. This time Alex was called up which was great. I know how excited she was to get to be there.

“(Y/N)!”

“Kelley!” I said as the forward came running up to me.

“Did you hear?” I looked at her as she was practically shaking with excitement.

“What?”

“Pia said that she is most likely going to sub me in tomorrow!” I grinned as she jumped up and down.

“Kel, that’s amazing!” I said hugging the forward.

“I know! My first cap! Oh my god…I can’t believe it!” she said as I smiled at her. “I need to go call Christen! She’s going to freak!”

I didn’t get to say a chance as she turned and ran the other way. I froze at the mention of the forward. We hadn’t really spoken in a long time. The last time I really saw her was when we had dinner together at my house. I had thrown myself into my relationship with Alex and my friendships with Blake and them. There was a part of me that felt bad, but I knew it was best for me and my own feelings. That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt whenever I thought about my former best friend.

“Hey, you okay?” I looked at Carli who was giving me a concerned look. “You’re like crying.”

“What?” I furrowed my brows bringing my hand up to my face as I felt the wetness from my tears. “I didn’t even realize.”

“What’s wrong?” I shook my head at her as I finished packing up my stuff.

“Nothing. I don’t know why that happened.”

“Are you sure?” I stared at the midfielder for a moment before nodding my head.

The rest of the day I attached myself to my girlfriend. She didn’t seem to question my extra attention. The next day we had to get up a little earlier for breakfast and a team meeting. I was going to be starting which was great. Alex would be on the bench for the whole game and she was definitely bummed out.

“You’re going to kill it.” She said as we sat down onto the bus together.

“Thanks baby…” I said as I rested my head against the seat.

The game seemed to go by in a flash. Arod and Cheney both got goals as well as Carli. I was surprised to be named woman of the match, but we did manage to keep Mexico to one shot per half. Both which were far off as Hope didn’t have to make a single save.

“Woman of the match? Impressive.” Alex said as I got out of the bathroom after we had arrived back at the hotel.

“I know right?” I said approaching her and giving her a kiss.

“I am so proud of you.” She said as I grinned at her.

“Thanks!”

“So, Pia told me that she is probably going to sub me in for the next game.” I stopped and turned towards my girlfriend who seemed like she was trying to contain her smile.

“Alex…that’s amazing!” I rushed towards her picking her up and spinning her around.

“I know!” She said leaning in and giving me a kiss. I smiled, dropping her down on the bed.

Her hands seemed to get lost in my hair as I hooked one of her legs around my waist. As things started to progress, it was getting harder to contain myself. Though, I was so lost in her that I had failed to hear the door.

“No! No! No!” I pulled away looking at Hope who was covering her eyes while pointing angrily at me. I sighed as Alex covered her face with her hands. “You are not doing that right now…”

“I hate my life…” I mumbled as I climbed off of Alex.

“I will see you later.” Alex said, kissing my cheek before practically running out of the room. I reached for my shirt as Hope scowled at me.

“I didn’t need to see that.” She complained as I rolled my eyes.

“This is nothing you haven’t seen before.” I argued as she rolled her eyes.

Hope made a point to not leave Alex and I alone at all as she seemed to be around every time I was with Alex. The day of the game, Alex was buzzing, and I had wanted to get a moment alone with her, but Hope was not having it.

“I am begging you. Please stop cockblocking me.” I complained as Hope followed me out of the locker room.

“No, this is your punishment.” She said as I groaned.

“This is just mean.” I said as she shrugged. She started doing stretches with me as I glared at her. “You’re not even playing today. Why are you warming up?”

“Cause, it bothers you…” she smirked as I rolled my eyes.

After warm-ups, we did the national anthem and quickly got started for the game. Much like the game before, Mexico seemed to try their best to get through our defense, but they failed. At halftime, Alex got subbed in and I could see she was in game mode, but I knew how excited she was. I was so proud of her.

In the 60th minute, Abby scored off an assist from Carli which ended up being the game winner. Abby was named player of the match which I felt was much deserved. Though, as soon as the whistle was blown, I made my way to Alex and hugged her.

“I’m proud of you.” I said as she grinned at me.

“Thanks.”

It took everything to not kiss her right then and there, but we had already decided that we weren’t going to publicly tell people we were dating. Only friends and family. I was perfectly fine with that. I had made sure that Hope let me have alone time with Alex because I wanted to celebrate her first cap with her. There was a lot of begging, but she eventually agreed to stay with Carli that night so I could be with Alex.

After camp was over, we returned to Berkley which was nice. The next camp wasn’t for at least another two months so I would get some time to just relax and focus on school.

“How does it feel to be home?” Blake asked as we sat playing video games together.

“I’m relieved.” I said as I tried to keep my focus on the game.

“We should do something.” She said as I furrowed my brows.

“I mean…aren’t we doing something right now?”

“Yeah, but I feel like when you’re not at camp, you spend all your time with Alex and…I miss you.” I turned towards her as she refused to make eye contact with me.

“Okay, we can do something.” I said as she turned towards me. “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know.” She said as I frowned. “What do you want to do?”

“I want to do whatever you want to do.” I said as she frowned back at me.

“Well, I want to do whatever you want to do…” she said back to me as I stared at her.

“But…I want to do whatever it is you want to do…” I said as she shook her head.

“Okay but…I want-”

“Can you both shut up?” We both turned towards Katie who was scowling at us. “Just go to the movies or something…”

“Well, that is just rude.” I said as Blake nodded her head.

“The disrespect.” Katie rolled her eyes as she grabbed her water and headed towards her room.

“I hate you both!”

“We love you too.” Blake said as we started laughing. We ended up going to the movies and to dinner.

“It’s still 7:48…is there anything else you want to do?” I asked as we got up to leave the restaurant. We walked out as she seemed to survey the area. She then stopped and gripped my shirt.

“Do you trust me?” she asked as I looked at her.

“Yeah…?”

“We should get tattoos.” She said as I stared at her.

“We should not.” I answered immediately as she shook her head.

“Yes, you are always talking about getting one. I would love to get another one. It’s perfect.”

“No…” I said as she frowned at me.

“Come on (Y/N), live a little…” I sighed as I thought about it. I had been wanting to get one. I picked my design out and everything.

“Fine…” I said as she grinned at me. We searched for the nearest place before heading there. When we arrived, the place seemed to be mostly quiet as Blake decided to go first. Once she was done about an hour later, it was my turn.

“What can I get for you?” The dude asked as I thought for a moment.

“Can I get a triple spiral on my neck?” I questioned as I drew out the design for him. He stared at it for a moment before nodding his head.

The whole thing seemed to go by really quickly though I know in reality I was sitting there for a substantial amount of time. It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. I don’t know if it was because I blacked out or because I have a high pain tolerance.

“It looks great.” Blake said as she stared at it.

“Make sure to take the bandage off within 24 hours and wash it gently with water. Let it dry for a bit then put some ointment on it. Do you need recommendations?”

“No, this isn’t my first rodeo. I got it.” Blake said as he nodded his head. We left not long after he was done explaining everything, we needed to do to take care of our new ink.

Once we arrived back to the apartment, Blake had decided to call it a night as I headed to my room. It was empty as I then peeked my head into Alex’s room. She was laying in her bed on her computer as I walked in and flopped down on her bed.

“Hey baby…did you have fun on your date?” she asked with an amused smile not looking at me as I scowled at her.

“I got a tattoo.” I said as the forward’s head immediately snapped towards me. She observed my neck with a shocked look before softly turning my head so she could get a better look.

“I like it, but why did you get it?”

“It’s a triple swirl. It reminded me of my family. Each swirl represents my mom, aunt, and grandma.” I said as she smiled.

“That’s sweet. They’re all going to kill you, but that is sweet.” I nodded my head before laying down with her.

“What are you doing?” I asked looking to her computer.

“Katie wants to go on a trip this summer. I’m just looking at places that could be fun.”

“Yeah, Blake told me she was interested in going somewhere.” I said as Alex nodded her head.

“I think it could be fun…I was sort of thinking since my 21st birthday is this year we could go to Vegas.”

“Ohhh…that would be fun.” I said as the forward smiled.

“So, then you would go then…?”

“Of course, I would…” I said as she smiled at me before leaning down to give me a kiss.

Once school ended, I had gone home to see my family. As Alex had predicted, my mom was not pleased with my tattoo, but she did seem to soften a little when I told her why I had got it. Alex and I spent a lot of time together training. I had been invited to train with the national team camp for the game against Germany in May. Alex had not, though she got to spend time with her family so she wasn’t as mad about it as I thought she would be.

As soon as I got back, I committed myself to hanging out with Alex and my friends whenever I could. Blake and I spent more time together too which was awesome. She told me about how gossip girl would start filming in July so they would get to go and perform for the show at that time. I still couldn’t believe that they had pulled that off. I was insanely proud of them.

The trip to Vegas had been officially planned for the weekend of Alex’s birthday. We would leave on the 1st of July and drive there. We would celebrate Alex’s birthday on Friday the 2nd and then stay for the weekend before returning on the Sunday.

Until then, it was a lot of doing whatever we wanted to do. I was still sort of working at the time. Tati had graduated which had made me absolutely sob like a little bitch, but in her absence, I had been promoted so I was going to be getting paid more. We had invited Tati to go to Vegas with us, but she had a job lined up in New York, so she was leaving as soon as possible. It was hard not to be emotional over her departure because she truly had become a close friend of mine. If it wasn’t for her, then who knows if Alex and I would even be together right now…

Before I knew it, it was time to depart for the trip. Blake and I would be taking turns driving because Alex nor Katie wanted to. I couldn’t blame them. It was an eight and half hour car ride because we couldn’t go through the national parks.

“I don’t want to listen to this…this trash music.” Katie complained from the backseat as Blake scowled.

“First of all, the 70s were great! Secondly, you’re not driving so you don’t get a vote.” She said as I laughed.

“Can we at least listen to something from this decade?” Alex complained along with Katie as I watched Blake grip the steering wheel.

“Come on…I feel like that’s a fair request.” I said as Blake scowled at me.

“You all are ungrateful.” She said before ejecting her disc. We then turned on the radio and continued driving.

A horrible eight hours later, we arrived at the hotel. Alex and I were staying in the same room. Katie and Blake had opted for separate rooms. We decided to go get dinner before calling it a night.

“Are you excited for your birthday?” I asked as Alex grinned at me.

“I am!” she said as we got our food.

We all seemed to go to bed pretty early once we got back to the hotel. It was going to be a big day the next day, so we needed to have energy. Though, I tried to stay awake at least until midnight.

“Happy Birthday.” I said as Alex grinned at me. She leaned over and kissed me.

“Thank you, baby…”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” I gave her the gift I got her before we went to bed.

The next day we woke up and met Katie and Blake for breakfast. We had tried to both plan our day, but also go with the flow. I had voted to do whatever it was that Alex wanted to do. It was her day after all…

“I don’t know. I know I want to drink…but I don’t know what else I want to do.” She admitted as I smirked.

“That’s really helpful Alex…” Blake said sarcastically as Alex rolled her eyes.

“We should just go nuts.” Katie said as I nodded my head. “I feel like we are here…let’s just get drunk and make some memories.”

“I just have this horrible feeling that you’re going to get us murdered this weekend.” Blake said with an exhausted look as I grinned.

“To making memories!” I said taking a drink as Katie matched my grin.

“See! She gets it…” Katie said, taking a drink.

We left not long after and went looking around Vegas. We checked out a few of the landmarks including the Fountains of Bellagio, the High Roller, and my personal favorite the Mob Museum. As the day went on, I tried to ensure that everything we were doing was what Alex wanted to do. We ended up heading to a casino at one point to gamble. We didn’t stay long though as we wanted to grab a quick dinner before going out to drink more.

By 10 pm, we were sitting comfortably in a booth at a club. All of us except Katie had the smart idea to pace ourselves. She had the idea of drinking as much as she could. Who could blame her though? We are in Vegas.

“This has been the best day!” Alex said with a grin as she took a sip of her drink.

“I’m glad you had a good time.” I said as she smiled before giving me a kiss.

“You guys should get married.” Katie said as we stared at her. “Like, I am so serious. You should. I mean…we are in Vegas. This would be the perfect time.”

“That’s a horrible idea.” Blake said with a confused look. “You’ve had too much to drink.”

“No!” Katie said holding her drink closer when Blake tried to take it from her. “I think they should get married.”

“We’ll get married when you get married.” I said as Katie got a mischievous look on her face.

“Bet!”

“Bet!” I said as she nodded her head before looking around. Alex turned to me with a scowl as I grinned. “We aren’t actually going to get married but imagine how funny this is going to be.”

“I’ll be back…” Katie said getting up and walking away from the booth.

“This is going to end well…” Blake said sarcastically as I nodded my head.

It was roughly an hour later when Katie returned with a woman. They were both grinning as Katie had a triumphant look on her face.

“Your turn.” She said as Blake’s face fell. I grinned as Alex shook her head.

“You did not!” Blake said as Katie grinned at us.

“I did. Meet my wife!” she said before frowning. “What’s your name?”

“It’s-”

“Actually, we have more time for that later…your turn!” Katie said as Alex glared at me.

“It’s not fair. How do we know if you actually did it?” I argued as Katie frowned.

“Oh my god…you’re right. I didn’t even invite you guys. I am so sorry.” She said sitting down with a distraught look.

“Did you really get married?” Blake questioned as Katie seemed lost in her own thoughts.

“I doubt she did…as far as I know…there is no chapel near here.” I said as Blake nodded her head with a relieved look.

The rest of the night was spent watching Katie go through the seven stages of grief after she realized that she hadn’t invited us, so we had no proof that she was actually married. Her supposed wife had lingered off somewhere, but Katie didn’t seem concerned. We left not long after that after I realized that Katie had too much to drink and needed to be brought back to the hotel.

“Despite Katie’s supposed marriage, this was the best birthday ever. Mostly because I got to spend it with you…”

“I am so glad you had such a good time.” I said as she smiled at me.

“Now, I think that you deserve a reward for being so fucking amazing…” she said straddling my waist with a seductive smirk evident on her face.

“Well, I won’t say no to that…” I said flipping us over earning a laugh from my girlfriend. Best Vacation Ever.

To be continued…