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[navybrat817]

Anything special for Bucky's birthday?

Something small, nonnie.

For Years or for Hours

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky is the love of your life and deserves to have a peaceful birthday.

Word Count: Almost 1.2k

Warnings: Established relationship, fluff, implied explicit sexual content, being in love, slight feels (it's me, okay?), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I wanted to do something more, but today got away from me. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The sun had just risen outside of Bucky’s hut in Wakanda, the rays peeking in and beckoning you to wake up and venture out into the world. You weren't ready to rise and meet the day quite yet. Not when Bucky was beside you, holding you in his sleep like you he’d lose you if he loosened his grip. You wouldn't dare disturb his slumber. Not when he more than anyone deserved to rest peacefully.

So you decided to count the freckles on his nose.

“My beautiful man,” you whispered, placing your left hand on his cheek. “Love of my life.”

The wedding band on your ring finger matched his in design, symbols of the never ending love you had for each other. Time stood still and moved all at once when you said “I do”, but forever didn’t start with your wedding day. It began the day you met. Every moment after that paved a path that entwined, neither of you having to walk alone again.

“One,” you whispered, kissing a freckle on the tip of his nose. You’d never get over the sight of him. “Two…”

You didn’t know Bucky had freckles until he was in your face during a training session, the definition of up close and personal. It was right before you shared your first kiss, which was ages ago and felt like yesterday. He rolled on top of you and pinned your arms above your head, his breathing heavy and eyes stormy as you gazed up at him. Instead of trying to break free of his strong hold, you went lax underneath him and smiled.

“Are you yielding?” He asked, releasing one of your wrists when you made no attempt to move.

“Wow. You have freckles,” you exhaled, brushing his soft brown hair back that fell in his eyes. “I never noticed them before.”

It was as if Bucky removed an invisible mask and allowed you to see his true self for the first time before he pressed his lips to yours. It sparked a flame inside of you that no one could ever put out. And if being in love with him taught you anything, it was that masks hid your true selves and built walls to keep others out. You helped each other knock them down.

He was your partner in every sense of the word.

“Mmm. Tickles,” he mumbled as you kept kissing his nose, his voice throaty and low as he opened his eyes. His broad torso rolled as he arched his back and you had to suppress a shiver when he groaned. “Were you counting my freckles again?”

“You caught me,” you whispered, pecking his nose once more and not embarrassed in the slightest. “I can’t help it. You’re so pretty.”

Amusement filled his eyes as he slid a palm down your ribs to your hip. “I thought you were the pretty one in this relationship, Mrs. Barnes.”

Your cheeks warmed at the reminder that you were his wife. “We can both be pretty, Mr. Barnes,” you teased, tilting your head back so he could brush his scruff against your neck. You joked once that people called him the White Wolf because he liked to “scent” and leave his mark on you. “I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

“Why should I go back to sleep, hmm?” He asked, placing an open-mouthed kiss over your racing pulse. It was enough to make you whimper when you tried to find your words. “Cat got your tongue?”

“You menace,” you moaned, tugging on his hair for good measure, which only made him let out that lustful groan you loved. “Because it’s your birthday and you deserve to sleep in, old man.”

His first birthday as a married man.

“And we won't say how old I am today,” he said, his hair falling in his eyes as he pulled back and smirked. “And I was kind of hoping I'd wake up with my cock in your mouth.”

“Bucky,” you breathed out, fighting the urge to laugh at his admission as the tingle between your thighs grew. Whatever thought was in your mind went away. It didn't matter. All you could imagine were his eyes staring down at you in wonder and ecstasy as you took him in your throat. “You know what? Fine. Your wish is my command.”

You’d please him with whichever hole he wanted to use.

“But I’m awake,” he teased, chuckling when you silenced him with your lips. He didn't let you pull away, feeling as if the hut tilted on its axis as he deepened the kiss you started. It was like your first kiss all over again. The promise of something more.

A lifetime together.

“Pretend you're asleep,” you suggested when you grudgingly pulled away from his sinful lips. “But if Steve and Sam ask, we woke up to watch the sun rise.”

Bucky’s eyes flashed when you smiled, your heart rate picking up. “Don't talk about those punks when you're about to go down on me,” he half growled.

“Yes, White Wolf,” you teased. They would no doubt message him birthday wishes, along with Natasha and a few others, once they were awake. He deserved all the love today and every day.

Before you could kiss down Bucky's body, he stopped you with a gentle grip. ��Wait,” he whispered, his eyes searching your face. You didn't know a gaze could be so soft until he looked upon you. This was a man who knew your hopes, dreams, fears.

And loved you all the while.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You asked when he reached for your left hand.

“I just love you so much, doll,” he said, running his thumb over the ring as your eyes filled with tears. You blinked them away quickly enough to catch his tender smile. “Thank you for bringing me here.”

When you got home, you’d celebrate his special day in regular fashion. You’d take him to the new science exhibit that he mentioned wanting to see. The two of you would cuddle up to watch his favorite movie after dinner with the gang. He’d eat the cake you baked just for him. And there would be a present or two for him to open before you went to bed.

But the gift he wanted most was to have a day without a reminder of the fight. Where he could breathe in the air, take in the quiet, and feel a sense of peace with the person he loved beside him. You knew the only way to give him that was to get him out of the city and back to his hut. Even if it was only for a short time.

In his sanctuary, he’d find tranquility on his special day and you’d show him how much you loved him. Memories the two of you would carry for a lifetime. Because he gave you the world by asking you to be his and you’d spend forever making him happy. Just like he deserved.

“I love you, too, Bucky Barnes,” you promised, kissing the freckle again on the tip of his nose. “Happy birthday.”

Oh, Bucky. We love him. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Wicked Games 2

No tag lists. Do not send asks or DMs about updates. Review my pinned post for guidelines, masterlist, etc.

Warnings: non/dubcon, cheating, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: you had a one night stand. Or did you?

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You’re not ready but you have to be. The taxi ride doesn’t give you much time to get yourself together. You tip the driver and thank them before you get out to face the music.

The red brick building lures you back to reality. You barely get a step into the apartment before your name rings out. Barrett appears at the end of the hall and you shut the door.

You sigh and hang up your keys and purse. You keep your phone in your hand and face him. 

“Hey, I called work. Let them know I’d be starting late.” He sways at the threshold to the front room. He’s nervous, maybe even guilty. You ignore that tickle in the back of your head. 

You’re silent as you veer into the kitchen. He follows and looms behind you. He teeters in the doorway as you put your phone on the counter. You focus on making another coffee. 

“Are you feeling okay? You look tired.” He’s pandering just like he always does after a fight. He won’t apologise, he’ll just act like a dog with its tail between its legs. 

“Yeah, I’m tired. Exhausted. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure to wash my mug out.” 

You open the cupboard and take out a cup. He sniffs. “Honey, please, I swear, it wasn’t about the mug. I’m stressed and I miss you--” 

“So, you call me lazy? You yell at me?” You slam down the lid of the machine. The surge of anger quickly swells and erases the night already washed away with the vodka. “I told you, if you ever yell at me--” 

“I know, I know. It won’t happen again. I was emotional. I was stupid. I don’t know why I started it all. Really. I think...” he shakes his head and drops his chin. He looks up at you shyly and gives a sad smile. “I miss you. I guess having you mad at me is better than you ignoring me so--” 

“I wasn’t ignoring you. I asked for five minutes to change and you wouldn’t get off my back.” 

“Yeah.” He rubs his cheek and mopes. He stares at you and you stare back. You wait. The air roils between you as he thinks. You see the frantic glimmer in his eyes. “Oh, uh... I’m sorry?” 

“Are you apologising or are you just saying what I want to hear?” You challenge. 

“No, I’m sorry,” he says more firmly. 

“For?”  

His brows furrow and his lips part. “For... uh... babe... you know... what I did.” 

The machine quits grinding and you throw your hands up. You turn around and pour yourself a cup. You inhale the scent and it eases the hangover thumping in your skull. 

“Just go to work.” 

“Babe--” 

“Take some coffee, I don’t care,” you swipe up your phone and shuffle toward the other door. “But go. We need space.” 

He doesn’t speak until you reach the doorway, “I’m trying.” 

You don’t respond. You go to the bedroom and shut the door. You need a shower and sleep. You want to wash off yesterday and forget it all.  

You can hear Barrett in the kitchen. Your phone vibrates and you check the screen. You expect a call-in but find a text instead. It’s from a strange number. The message makes your heart skip. 

‘Last night was amazing. Would love to see you again. Let me know when’s good for you.’ 

Your hand shakes and you gape at the text. You tap your thumb to expand the options and hit the center; ‘block’. Last night did not happen. You put your coffee on the nightstand and chew your lip. 

As soon as the message swooshes away, another flies in. It’s Wendy; ‘hey, you good? You left before I woke up.’ 

Your blood slows and your head pulses. You have to sit down. You grimace at your phone. She doesn’t remember either. She has no idea you didn’t go back to her place. Good. That means it can all stay forgotten. 

You press reply and steady the phone with both hands. ‘Sorry, had to get back. Barrett called. Thanks for the night out.’ 

You hit send. As soon as your fingertips touches the screen, your stomach flips. You throw your phone on the bed and race to the door. You swing it open and scurry into the bathroom.

You hurl into the toilet as your husband calls from the kitchen, “babe? Everything okay? Want to me to stay home and take care of you?” 

You groan and lean your head on your arm. You heave and swallow back another wave of nausea.

“Just go!” You snarl back. 

Maybe it’s what he did. Maybe it’s what you can’t remember you did but you need him gone. You just need a chance to get your head straight and figure it all out.  Not just what happened or didn’t happen, but what’s going to happen next.

You can’t keep doing this with Barrett. This is the last fight you’re having about a goddamn dish. 

[cheolhub]

DREAMS, FAIRYTALES, FANTASIES — CHOI YEONJUN + CHOI SOOBIN ࿐

summary. ever the unconventional gift giver, yeonjun would rather give you something memorable for valentine’s day. what better gift than his smoking hot best friend?

wc. 2.67k

warnings. threesome! oral (m. receiving), light degradation (use of slut & stupid), heavy praise, heavy pet name use (baby, pretty, princess), shy!soobin <3, needy f!reader, teasing dom!jun, unprotected sex, creampie, facial — MINORS DNI 18+

note. HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY LOVES!! to everyone who voted in the poll for the yeonbinnie 3way, here it is ! i hope u enjoy it <3 kisses 4 u all 💋

p.s. reblogs and feedback are extremely appreciated— i also love to hear ur thoughts <3

most boyfriends get their significant others chocolates for valentine’s day. maybe jewelry or roses or even a nice book, but yeonjun isn’t like most boyfriends. no, yeonjun is unlike any other man you’ve ever dated. he doesn’t want to gift you flowers that would die within days or shitty chocolates that make your tummy hurt– no. yeonjun wants to grant you memorable experiences. ones that’ll make you happy. ones that you’ll definitely remember. he wants all your dreams and fantasies to come true.

so if not chocolate and flowers… what does yeonjun gift you?

his best friend. choi soobin. 

he remembers the first time yeonjun introduced you to him and his other best friends vividly– like it was yesterday. to soobin, you were shy and so cute. just his type. but he started noticing small changes in your behavior every time he saw you. 

he noticed the moment things took off in your relationship with yeonjun. he’d only ever observed from afar, but he could just tell yeonjun was becoming more and more intimate with you as the weeks past; he just knew his best friend was corrupting you, the sweet girl he’d so desperately craved. you had gone from innocently twiddling with your thumbs and blushing to showing small acts of public affection to not-so-quietly begging yeonjun to fuck you in the car away from the guys because you couldn’t handle being empty for longer than a few hours. you turned into such an insatiable little thing, all yeonjun’s doing, of course– soobin knew that for sure. 

but yeonjun also noticed soobin’s desire from the get-go. soobin could barely hold eye contact with you and he’d blush every time you’d giggle or whine or tease– hell, you just needed to breathe in his direction and soobin’s all red in the face. 

once yeonjun knew you were completely comfortable in your relationship, he started implementing things he knew you’d love. i.e. toys, degrading names, and other people. other people being none other than the choi soobin. the soobin he knows you drool over and ramble about from time to time. all he had to do was talk to you. 

he did, and just as he suspected– you were all in. of course you were, he could tell from the second the question slipped his lips. 

he’d asked you weeks prior to valentine’s day. honestly… you barely remember the conversation. blood quickly rushed to your head and core when he suggested adding him to the mix for just a night. you remember the way you bit back a moan at the thought of his tall, broad, undeniably handsome best friend fucking you with a cock you just knew was huge. you remember trying to mask how turned on you got at the idea of it all– the both of them at the same time– and ended up shifting in your seat, nearly grinding your wet cunt against your sofa. you remember yeonjun fucking you on the very same sofa not long after you agreed, calling you a needy slut for wanting two cocks and for nearly cumming untouched over the idea of soobin fucking you.

so, yes, the conversation was a blur, but you do remember agreeing.

you still found yourself very surprised when yeonjun showed up at your apartment on valentine’s day with soobin trailing awkwardly behind him.

“happy valentine’s day, princess,” yeonjun smiles beautifully and your heart flutters at his unbelievable charm. “brought soobin over since he was all alone, hope that’s okay?” he knew it was one hundred and ten percent okay, but he loves hearing your verbal responses. especially in times like these where he knows you’re needy and excited to be ravished by him– by him and soobin now.

soobin feels his pants tighten at the sight of you. he wonders if there’s anything under your hoodie. or if there’s anything past your cute little shorts. he thinks about the silky material being soaked by your folds. how wet you could be. how much prep it would take to fit inside your pussy and– god, what do you feel like? will you wrap around him like he’s dreamed? will you milk him for what he’s worth? fuck– he needs to stop. he’ll cum before you could even be within arm's length of him if he doesn’t.

“y-yeah…” you blush and soobin can’t help but think back to when he first met you and how you were acting the same way then. cute and shy. “hi, ‘binnie,” you walk up to him to give him a quick, friendly hug. 

the height difference has his hard-on pressing into your tummy and his breath hitches, but so does yours. he’s fucking huge. in more ways than one. yeonjun just smiles while watching this unfold, his best friend and his girlfriend exchanging greetings… if they could even be called that. 

he stuttered, looking down into your eyes, “h-hi.” you smell so fucking good to him. 

“hi,” you parrot, mind forgetting that you already said that. you can’t seem to rid the memory of his cock though. even through his pants, you could feel the shape, the size, the perfection of it all. 

yeonjun stifles a laugh and you quickly snap out of your thoughts and the mini-staring contest you didn’t realize you were having with him. “baby?”

your voice comes out thick, dry, “yeah?” you turn to see a cheeky smile spread across his face. 

“you wanna go to your room ‘n wait for us?” he asks but you see in his face he’s not really asking, he’s telling you. you nod, padding over to your shared room to wait for the boys. your boys. 

only then do you realize how lucky you are to have yeonjun and not only that but have him so willing to share you with his best friend of many years. then you realize again– you’re going to have both of them tonight. you’ll get to feel both of them filling you to the brim, stretching you out, making it work– making themselves fit like a glove. 

you find that soobin is a soft kisser when they finally come into your room. quite the contrast from your playful lover. you start with a peck, barely letting your mouth open out of mere shyness, but gradually, the kiss gets more and more heated. his lips are plush as they glide against yours, tongue slipping into your eager mouth. he’s letting out tiny whines while he’s heavily breathing through his nose and you see that he’s just like you– someone who easily gets worked up by a little makeout session. 

yeonjun smiles, watching the two of you. he grows harder in his jeans at the sight of you breaking out of your bashfulness and reverting back to your needy self as you are with him. with your arms wrapped around soobin’s neck, you move to straddle him and his large hands laid flat against your back, pulling you deeper into him. 

when you finally break from the kiss and blush at your current position, noticing the way your half-covered cunt is just above his clothed bulge. your eyes quickly avert to yeonjun’s, silently asking if this was okay. 

he comes to the edge of the bed where soobin sits, patting your head. “‘s all good, princess, want you to feel good, alright? make soobin feel good, too, he’s been dreaming ‘bout this a long time.” yeonjun outs soobin and he blushes furiously, sending his best friend an incredulous look.

your eyes come back to soobin, “you have?” you whisper, core aching at the thought. you’ve been dreaming about both of them for a long time, too. 

he nods his head slowly, surely embarrassed. 

you let out a sharp breath, rolling your hips against his. “i really want you to fuck me.” you murmur, dreamily sighing out your following words, “both of you.”

and that’s how you ended up in your current position on your knees with your ass raised in between yeonjun’s legs.

“don’t be so gentle, soobin, she can handle it,” yeonjun grunts, hands tangled in your hair, gently tugging at the strands between his fingers. “isn’t that right, beautiful?” 

you hum, looking up at your handsome boyfriend through your wet lashes, attempting to nod your head. he looks so good back pressed against your headboard while you reside in between his legs, but you know he thinks the same of you, if not more. your mouth is full of his cock, hands splayed over the top of his thighs as your pretty, painted nails dig into the muscles causing a delicious sting for your masochistic yeonjun. 

soobin was so nervous when you asked him to fuck you. not only fuck you but fuck you raw– promising all will be well with your overly needy and whiny voice. eventually, he couldn’t resist, the offer being too good to pass up. 

you were drooling from the second he showed you his pretty, flushed cock to when he pushed into your tight, dripping hole to now. he’s taking yeonjun’s words into consideration before slamming into you harder much like he’s been deprived of pussy. 

your face scrunches up in pleasure as you choke over your boyfriend's cock. said boyfriend moans out loudly, “that’s it, baby, is binnie making you feel good?”

you pull off him, gasping and eyes screwing shut, “yes! yes, binnie, you’re making me feel so good!” you praise soobin and his grip on your waist tightens. 

yeonjun pushes you back onto his length, thrusting at a nice pace into your mouth concurrently muffling your moans and whines. his grip on your hair tightens and his eyes nearly roll back– your mouth is always so fucking good to him. 

“such a perfect little slut, taking me ‘n soobin so well, baby– fuck, so so well.” he groans before looking to soobin. “tell her what a good girl she is, soobin.”

you clamp tightly at your lover's words, a high-pitched sound making its way out your mouth full of cock. 

soobin’s hips stutter as he feels your gummy walls contract around him, enveloping him oh-so enticingly. “s-such a good girl, Y/N– so tight ‘n pretty,” he moans breathily, fueling your ego. 

you nearly cum on the spot, digging your fingernails deeper into yeonjun’s crescent-marked thighs. you muffle out a ‘thank you’ body taking a mind of its own as you push your hips back desperately to meet his. you don’t forget about yeonjun either, letting your throat constrict around his long cock. 

yeonjun notices how the praise spurs you on, “you just love being called pretty things, don’t you?” he chuckles airly, brushing your hair out of your face and admiring the way tear streaks coat your flushed cheeks. 

“love it, junnie,” you say, taking a break from constantly gagging on your boyfriend's heaven-sent dick, replacing it with one of your hands instead. “love it s’much.”

“pretty girl,” he coos, thumb brushing against your swollen lips. “look so pretty taking it all for us.” his thumb slips past the pillowy muscle allowing your lips to warp around the digit. he basks in the way you moan, eyes trained on him. “shit, bet soobin wishes he could see you looking like a mess right now.”

soobin moans loudly at this because, god, yes, he would kill to see you right now. he would kill to see you in tears over getting fucked by him and his best friend. he would kill for the way your pussy is swallowing him whole and grasping onto him for dear life. 

mindless and unaware, soobin’s thrust grew harder, pushing deeper, tickling that spot. he feels like he may burst any moment and then he hears yeonjun say his name, causing him to halt. 

“‘s not fair that i’m the only one who gets to see her,” he says, a devilish smirk overtaking his features. his eyes divert back to yours, “on your back for him, baby, let him see what a pretty princess you are.”

you nod eagerly allowing your boyfriend to move out of the way so you can switch positions. your back hits the mattress and you finally take in soobin’s appearance. silky hair sticking to his forehead, pink lips swollen and parted, chest huffing– he looks like a dream. 

he could say the same and more about you, though. he’s sure he’s gonna fall in love with you if he stares at you for a second longer, but he’s just so mesmerized by you that he can’t tear his eyes away. you’re more than a dream, more than a fantasy– you’re a fucking real-life princess. 

“put it in me, ‘bin…” you whimper, nimble fingers moving to toy with your clit to avoid losing momentum. “please? wan’ it so bad, baby.”

soobin curses under his breath, the pet name making him twitch. now he knows he’s gonna fall in love with you. he knows it isn’t just because it’s valentine’s day.

he slips his bulbous head back into your soaked cunt, groaning when he feels you stretch to take him again. he’s gonna die, he knows it.

your eyes roll and your back arches with a whine leaving your lips. “‘binnie, ‘s so good, so so so good.” 

yeonjun snickers, “stupid girl.” he pinches your nipples, rolling the perky nubs between his fingers while soobin fucks into you eagerly. 

you gasp at the onslaught of pleasure, eyes screwed shut and a stream of moans and cries leave your mouth. to yeonjun’s surprise, you blindly grab at his cock, stroking it with your free hand. 

“fuck, baby.” your boyfriend moans out when you squeeze the girth in your contrastingly small hand. “not too fast, shit.” his words are breathy and you just wish you could open your eyes to see how gorgeous his god-crafted face looks at this moment. 

“wan’ you both to cum– fuck, please cum for me– ‘m so close.” you cry as soobin’s cock finds your sweet spot again, ramming against it with every stroke. “s-soobin! inside, please cum inside me!” you beg him, rubbing your clit faster and gripping him like a vice. 

“pretty girl.” soobin whines the pet name out and you gasp, mind fuzzing over the sound of his voice and the cute name he’s called you. “shit, ‘m cumming.”

“f-fill me up!” 

at this, soobin chokes, hips stilling as he feels himself cum. you’re suddenly filled with warmth and it practically triggers your own orgasm. the tightrope in your tummy unraveling as you coat his cock in your arousal, a near-silent scream leaving your mouth.

you lay there and he fucks you through his orgasm, the aftershocks leaving you shaking and shivering under the men as you languidly pump yeonjun’s still-hard cock. 

“junnie,” you whine, teary eyes finally opening to see how he’s looking at you like he wants to devour you. 

he grunts, “so fuckin’ cute, baby, my cute lil fucked out princess.” his rambling makes you realize he’s close just at the sight of you. he’s twitching and throbbing in your hands and you just smile nonchalantly.

“please cum on my face, baby.” you purr, regaining strength and pumping his wet length with more vigor. “make a mess on my face, junnie.” 

he moans when you stick out your tongue expectantly, sitting up on his knees and replacing your hand. he comes faster than you think, breathily calling out your name and curses. his seed shoots across your face, some of it landing on your tongue and some landing on your chest. 

the room is filled with soft pants as everyone tries to recollect themselves. after a few minutes pass, yeonjun pipes up. 

“did you like your valentine’s gift, princess?” he asks with a smug grin. 

you and soobin both laugh before you look between the two unbelievably handsome men and you give him the most honest answer you can conjure up.

“i loved it.” you whisper. “but i think it’s your turn to fuck me and soobin’s turn to watch.”

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[aliciaasky]

It was love

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Warnings: Anakin is a senator here, not a Jedi. fluff turning to angst, wrong choices (that’s basically it.)

Summary: Anakin Skywalker, the senator of Tatooine, has to marry. Unfortunately, it happens to be the senator of Aldeeran, not of Naboo. He can never grow to love you, can he?

A/n: this is literally my first post ever and I would appreciate feedback + English isn’t my first language so spread love <3

Anakin was fucking pissed. An arranged marriage? He was the senator of Tatooine not the fucking prince that he needed to be married right now. But his parents thought it was a good idea for him to be married to another senator. The wedding was yesterday, and he had to admit, you were beautiful, breathtakingly so. But he was in love with Padmé, and that since he was 9 years old and saw her for the first time. He instantly knew it was love.

Now he had been married to the senator of Aldeeran for two days, and you were actually pleasant to be around, you were nice and friendly and just over all a ray of sunshine. You tried your best to make the marriage work and he could see that, but his heart yearned for Padmé, it always had. He couldn’t possibly start liking someone else, it would be betrayal, even if the pretty senator of Naboo didn’t even feel the same. His feelings were very much real.

Yet a few months into their marriage, Anakin felt himself starting to warm up a little. You always waited for him at home after he had a long day and he was immediately greeted by a comforted hug and a few kisses on his face

“Oh Ani, long day?“ you had asked, cradling his face lovingly ”it’s okay, I made you lasagna, that’s your favorite right?“ Truthfully, you fell for him, fast and hard. He was already your husband so there was no shame in loving him, right? You had thought he was starting to fall in love too, he always reciprocated your kisses and always stroked your hair when going to sleep.

“Ani?“ you asked gently when laying in bed. „Hm?“ he quietly hummed back, “do you love me?“ you asked with the slightest fear in your voice. There were a few moments of silence

“Of course.“

A few more months later, surprisingly, Padmé, after seeing him getting married, started falling for him too. She wasn’t even trying to hide it. Anakin had yearned for her love for so long, he didn’t even hesitate when she kissed him, and asked him to divorce you. She was a senator after all, so his parents would approve.

He felt bad, truly. But he just couldn’t bring himself to love you, no matter how much and how long he tried. You weren’t the problem, there was nothing wrong with you, it just.. wasn’t there. The feeling he had when he had first seen Padmé on Tatooine all those years ago, it wasn’t there when he was with you. Sure he felt loved and sure he felt warmth, but it just wasn’t the same.

He dreaded the talk with you, you were truly a sweetheart and despite not being in love with you, he still loved you. You were always so attentive, so loving and just so so pure.

“We need to talk.“ Anakin started, looking deep into your eyes. “Ani!“ you beamed, immediately running into his arms, ”how was your day?“

Anakin swallowed hard, looking into her eyes. So full of love. “Look, I love you-“ Anakin started “I love you too!“ you immediately beamed as you interrupted him. “But I’m not in love with you, I’m in love with someone else.“ he finished with a heavy heart. He knew you loved him, but hearing you say that in this right exact moment, made his heart drop.

Your face immediately fell, „what do you mean? Ani, don’t make jokes like that.“ you swallowed, trying to laugh and brush it off like it was just a joke. It was a joke, it had to be a joke, you were so happy together.

“it isn’t you.. it‘s me. I never loved you the way I love her. I tried-“ he swallowed “I really did.“

And you didn’t even have to ask who he was talking about.

You swallowed „so it is me, you can’t love me.“ she sniffles “how could this happen? We were.. we were fine! You can’t joke about something like that!“ you said desperate, your pretty face already filled with tears. Anakin just gently shakes his head, looking at you with pure pity.

”She makes me feel things I’ve never felt before.. I’ve loved her since I was a young boy, she was the whole reason I started being interested in politics. She’s my soulmate I just know it. Please understand.“ Anakin begs you and you just sniffle as you trie to stifle your sobs. You didn’t want him to feel bad, it wasn’t his fault after all.

“I want you to be happy, ani. Even if it’s not with me.“ you sniffle and Anakin tears up. You were so sweet and you deserved so so so much better than him. You hug him tightly and whisper reassurances into his ear. He knew you were heartbroken, but you still tried to make sure he wasn’t feeling too guilty.

And boy were you heartbroken. Your parents were proud of you, for once in your whole entire life. They were pleased that you seemed to hold the marriage, they were proud of you for making it work. What would they say now, especially if they hear the reason?

Especially if they see Anakin’s wedding to Padmé and they will know he divorced you for another woman. But you loved him, and you wanted his happiness.

Seeing him so heartbroken made you want to stay strong for him, made you want to comfort him. Even though you were the one who needed comfort, you were the one being divorced for someone else. Someone who was “just an old friend, baby. Don’t think to much into it.“

You had packed all your stuff with Anakin helping you gently. “I‘m just.. I‘m sorry, I wish it was different. I wish-“ the last words hanging in the air, unspoken.

But you knew what he meant. He wished he could’ve loved you. “Me too.“ your face lighting up at the thought.

He sighed, knowing you‘re dreaming of the "what if" right now, in an alternate universe where things were different.

But things weren't different here, and that was painful. That was reality.

You didn't deserve the pain he was causing you, you deserved to go find someone who would actually love you.

When you finished packing, you stood up “i’ll be going back to Aldeeran.“ you said softly “I have to talk to my parents and figure everything out.“

He gave her a weak smile, he hated the thought of her leaving. But it was for the best. "Okay," he agreed softly, giving you a last look. He didn’t know it, but anyone else could’ve seen it, would’ve seen it. The look of longing in his eyes.

You gently take his hands and place your wedding ring into his hands, then she closes them tightly together and give his hands a light kiss “I won’t ever forget you ani.“ you stroked his cheek, your tears running freely now.

He looked down at your gesture for a moment before meeting your eyes, ”i will never forget you either.“ and he meant it, he didn’t know it yet, but he had meant it.

You gently made your way to the door, looking around, desperately trying to burn every detail of your once shared apartment into your head before leaving.

The sight of you, the one he had married, staring at the apartment, trying to remember every single detail in case you never saw it again, was heartbreaking for him.

He almost regretted it, almost wanted to take it all back...But he couldn't, he'd made his choice. And he couldn’t go back, his love for Padmé overthrowing it all.

When you had reached the door, being completely sure that every detail of your home was etched into your mind, you turned around and opened the door “i love you, i pray you never forget that.“ and with that you close the door behind you, leaving everything behind, including your now ex husband.

He should be celebrating, he had gotten what he wanted, he was free to marry the girl he had always wanted, and he wouldn’t even disappoint his parents! So why did he feel so empty?

A few days later Anakin and Padmé married. It was a grand ceremony, Anakin had previously planned it this huge to show his love for her. To show the appreciation for finally giving him a chance after all this time.

But right now, right in this moment, he can’t feel anything. He heard the preachers words, he knows his words about love were true. But why wasn’t he thinking about Padmé, the one standing in the white wedding dress, right in front of him?

“Love is friendship, Love is warmth and a feeling of comfort. Love is acceptance and understanding. Love is knowing that you will be comfortable with this person for the rest of your life-“ the preacher spoke

He knew it was his turn soon, his turn to say yes to the woman he has dreamt of for years.

„i do!“ Padmé replied whole heartedly

Anakin‘s mind drifted towards you, the woman he had left behind. And now, right now, on his wedding day, when he felt his heavy heart over your departure, when he felt the tears stinging at his eyes over the thought of marrying someone else, when he yearned to run away and take the next ship to Aldeeran,

he knew it.

It was love, and it had been all along.

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Home Is Where The Heart Is.

Synopsis - They say home is where the heart is. Your heart belongs to four guys you call your best friends. Also known as - four important times the boys told you they loved you.

Pairing - Frankie Morales, Will Miller, Santiago Garcia, Benny Miller x Female Reader.

Warnings - smut. cursing. alcohol consumption.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 5k

Author's Note - is it weird that I have sort of compared each boy to a room in the house? maybe! but we're rolling with it, because it worked in my head. this is the first of a few fics like this, much like Tethered, Time and Tranquility - I have a few different TF boy comparison ideas. love these babies so much. <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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You follow the laughter floating down the hallway into your backyard. Standing against the doorframe, you watch as the boys double over in amusement while Benny reenacts the time Frankie fell in your pool. Their faces are illuminated by the golden glow of the fairy lights adorning your deck, moonlight shining down.

"And none of you helped me! Hermosa had to come and rescue me! At least I know who loves me the most," Frankie chuckles, tilting back in his chair to catch your eyes.

You make your way over and kiss him on the cheek, standing behind him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I don't think there was ever any debating that. You've always been my favourite," you coo, ruffling his hair gently.

"Give us a break," Benny teases. "We all know I'm your favourite, sweetheart."

Santiago scoffs and jabs Ben in the ribs, yelping when the younger man elbows him in retaliation.

"Cariño, put them out of their misery. Tell them I'm your favourite."

You catch eyes with Will, who's grinning at you across the table. He doesn't even have to say anything. He raises his eyebrows and winks at you, tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek. You can't help but smile back.

"I mean, Will is currently very high on the list, because he built this table for me today."

Everyone groans as you and Will laugh, knocking on the table to check his handiwork.

"You did a good job," Frankie praises, kicking at a leg to see if it holds.

"I built your couch!"

"You can't build a couch, Ben."

"He did! It needed assembling!"

Benny blows you a kiss, thanking you for the assist.

"I did most of the painting," Santiago chimes in.

"Until your weak ass knees gave in," Frankie laughs.

Santi shoots daggers at him, both of them chuckling.

"Me and Hermosa tiled her bathroom. That took fucking forever."

"Frankie, I told you that I'd call a guy for that, and you told me you were the guy."

"You can't tell me those tiles aren't gorgeous."

You shrug, squeezing him tight.

"You're right. They are. I admire them everytime I shower."

"Ooo, tell us more," Benny teases, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

"Pervert," you and Will say in unison, both shaking your heads.

You settle into the chair next to Frankie, popping the cap off your beer.

"I honestly don't think I'd have any furniture without you guys. This house wouldn't be a home if it wasn't for you."

All of their attention is on you, focusing as if you're the only girl in the world. You feel like it sometimes, when you're all together.

"I can't believe you've been moved in for an entire year," Santi muses. "Feels like only yesterday we were helping you unpack all those boxes."

"Time flies when you're having fun," you beam at him.

As the evening settles and the sun begins its descent, you start to think about just how many parts of the boys live in your house. The furniture, the paint, the lights. At least one of them helped you with basically every single element. You think of all the memories filled with happiness and laughter that have happened here over the last year, and your eyes well with tears. You meant what you said, earlier. Your house wouldn't be a home without them.

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The Living Room. Benny.

You're tangled with Ben on your newly assembled couch, a cheesy romcom acting as background noise. We have to test it out, he'd said. Just in case.

So here you are, nestled into his side, strong arm slung over your shoulder to pull you closer. You sip your drink, paying virtually no mind to the movie. You're making a mental list of all of the things you still need to do for the house - tile the bathroom, buy a lawnmower, paint literally every room. But the couch is a start.

"I can hear the cogs turning in that brain of yours," he laughs, pinching your side. "We're supposed to be relaxing. You know, really getting a feel for the couch."

"Right, right. Sorry," you chuckle, nudging him with your shoulder in retaliation. "Just thinking about all of the shit I've gotta do."

"Hey, we've got plenty of time. And you've got four guys ready to do whatever needs to be done. There's no rush."

Exhaling loudly, you realise he's right. There is no rush. Yes, you may have a never ending list of things you need to get done, but there's no time limit. You can take each job as it comes.

You turn your attention back to the movie, discovering that it's actually half decent. By the time you're an hour into it, you and Benny are laughing along. It's a sweet coming of age story, two teenagers falling in love for the first time.

You watch as the two characters share a kiss, all clumsy hands and unsure touches. You smile, and start to think.

"This bringing back memories, Ben?" you tease.

"Oh yeah. First time I ever made out with a girl, I couldn't get her bra undone. I was trying to give her a hickey at the same time, and I snapped the clasp against her so hard I made her bleed. Safe to say, we didn't make out again."

Both of you are crying with laughter, vibrating the couch with it.

"I can see the image so clearly. Teenage Ben with his frosted tips and his puka shell necklace. Bet you broke some hearts, huh?"

"Shut up," he chuckles. "I got tonnes of girls back then."

"I'm sure you did," you joke, pinching his cheeks.

He pinches your thigh and pulls you closer, settling back into the cushions.

"You know, I've never had one," you say after a while.

"Had what?"

"A hickey."

Ben pulls away and turns to face you, looking at you incredulously.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah. Never got one as a teenager. Now I'm a grown ass adult, I always warn my partners not to leave marks. Guess I just missed out on the whole hickey thing."

Ben smiles at you, mischief rife in his eyes.

"You want one?"

You quirk your brow and turn your body towards him, putting some distance between you to look at him properly.

"What game are you playing, Benny Miller?"

He laughs, and the sound makes you smile so wide it's blinding.

"No games, baby."

"No?"

"I believe getting a hickey as a teenager and having to figure out how to cover it up in embarrassment is a rite of passage. And I'm weirdly sad you missed out on it. So, I'm offering to give you that experience."

"Out of the goodness of your heart?"

"Exactly. Because I am a kind, selfless, giving guy."

You pause for a moment, watching his face carefully.

"Okay."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," you laugh. "Show me what you've got, makeout king."

He chuckles at the nickname, but grabs your thighs to pull you closer. Benny plants a knee between your legs and leans over you, using a strong hand to hold onto your jaw. You tilt your head to the side, and brace yourself for his lips.

Instead, he takes his time. He noses up your neck, and then traces the path with the tip of his tongue. He blows onto your heated skin, making you shiver. Humming at your reaction, he leans in again, and connects his lips to the spot underneath your ear, kissing it softly.

"Benny," you breathe. "Don't tease."

"Whatever you want, baby."

Benny picks a spot on the side of your neck and sucks. When he's satisfied, he grazes his teeth over the mark, and uses his tongue to soothe the sting. Your eyes roll back, and you cant your hips into his knee between your legs.

You both lose yourself in the moment, chests heaving and breath panting. You separate yourselves to look at one another for a moment, neither of you breaking the gaze.

Suddenly, you burst into a fit of laughter, unable to stop it escaping. Within seconds, Benny joins you. Before you know it, you're both crying tears of joy, sides hurting and abs aching.

"Oh shit," you choke out between giggles. "How the fuck am I gonna cover this up?"

"That's half the fun, baby!"

"I hate you," you chuckle, smacking his side. "You're the worst."

"I love you too," he grins. "You're the best."

And when the rest of the guys ask what happened the next day, you and Benny discover that you make good improv partners. No one questions your elaborate story involving the couch and a runaway screwdriver. Benny winks at you cheekily, and you can't help but smile.

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The Bathroom. Frankie.

Repeated knocking at your front door breaks you out of your reality TV induced haze. You check your phone for the time. 8:34pm.

You swing it open to be met with the sight of Francisco Morales. He has Ava perched on his hip, fluffy pink backpack held in his other hand.

"Hey, you guys. You okay?"

"Hermosa, I'm so sorry for just dropping in with no warning. I have a favour to ask."

"Anything."

"Can I bathe Ava here? We're having some sort of plumbing emergency in our bathroom, and we can't get a guy out until tomorrow. I want her to have clean hair for when I take her back to her Mom's."

You wink at Ava, who sticks her tongue out at you cheekily. You mimic her and smile, glancing back to her Dad, who looks like the weight of the world is resting on his shoulders.

"Of course you can," you assure, reaching over to grab Ava from Frankie's arms. "Come on, baby girl. Let's get you clean!"

Frankie exhales a sigh of relief, and follows the two of you upstairs, locking the door behind him.

"Frank, did you bring shampoo and stuff, or shall we just use mine?"

He unzips the backpack and pulls out a couple of bottles.

"I have shampoo, and conditioner, but no body wash or anything."

You root around in your cabinet, finding a bottle with a label that contains words like sensitive and hypoallergenic.

"Vanilla and chamomile. Is that satisfactory for you, my princess?" you tease, grinning when Ava beams at you at the nickname.

You turn the water on and start to run the bath, trying to ignore the way you can feel Frankie's eyes on you as you bend over the tub.

"Bubbles, or no bubbles?" you ask, already knowing the answer. "Right. Stupid question."

"These tiles are hideous," Frankie says from behind you.

"Thank you, Frank. Appreciate it," you tease. "I'm gonna call a guy about getting it all retiled."

"What?"

"What?"

"Don't call a guy!"

"Why not?"

"I'll do it."

You look at him in confusion, before realising he's very serious.

"Do you... know how?"

"Hermosa, it's not rocket science. We can figure it out together."

You deliberate for a moment, looking at him carefully.

"Okay. As long as you don't mind?"

"Of course I don't."

You smile at him before leaving and disappearing downstairs for a minute, trusting Frankie to watch the water.

"Where did you go?" he asks on your return.

"I just put a towel in the dryer, so it's warm when she gets out of the tub."

Frankie steps over to you and cradles your face in his hands, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead. He's always been good at that - saying so much without saying a word.

"Princesa, you need help?" you ask, laughing as she struggles, head stuck in her shirt.

Soon enough, Ava's sat happily in all the bubbles, splashing around in the warm water. You and Frankie sit on the floor next to the tub, legs tangled and bodies pressed together. You lean in and rest your head on his shoulder as he throws an arm around you.

"Thank you for this. Seriously. I don't know what we'd do without you."

"It's no problem, Frankie. I love seeing her. Wish I saw her more."

"Me too," he says quietly.

You look up at him, and grab his chin so he meets your eyes.

"You're a damn good Dad, Francisco Morales."

He goes to protest, but you cut him off.

"You are. You need to stop being so hard on yourself. You're doing a good job. I mean, look at her. She's happy, she's healthy, she loves you so much. What more could you ask for?"

Frankie stares at you for a moment.

"You're right."

"Can I get that in writing?"

"Shut up," he laughs, dipping his hand into the bath water to splash you. You splash him back, and before you know it, the three of you are completely soaked. Completely happy.

You eventually get around to cleaning Ava's hair, shampooing and conditioning as carefully as you can. She loves the fact she gets to use your body wash, and slathers herself in it, making you both smile.

You wrap her in the dryer warm towel and sit her in your lap on the floor, rocking gently as she snuggles into your chest. Frankie pulls you both against him, wrapping his arms around you tightly. The three of you sit for a while, peaceful and content.

"I know I don't tell you enough," Frankie murmurs. "But I love you."

"You tell me everyday, Frankie."

"I do?"

"You don't always have to say it out loud, but I know. The way you smile at me across a room, the way you always have one eye on me when we're in public, the way you trust me with Ava. You tell me you love me in a million different ways, every single day."

"I love you," he says again, surer this time.

"I love you. Both of you. So much."

When Ava falls asleep in both of your arms, you convince them to stay the night. The next day, she can't stop telling everyone about the best sleepover ever, with her Dad and her best friend.

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The Kitchen. Santiago.

You're completely in your own world. An upbeat, catchy melody hums from the radio and radiates around the room as you slide across the tiles in your socks. You grab your mixing bowl from the cabinet, picking up the bottle of vanilla extract too.

Your hips are swaying, head nodding, feet tapping along to the beat. The sunlight is beaming through the kitchen window, keeping the room bright and warm. There's flour covering every possible surface, sugar sprinkled over the counters. An array of bowls, cups and spoons litter the worktops - a visual representation of your efforts. You've barely even began baking, only just having measured your ingredients. You've set yourself up for an entire day of preparation, ready for the exciting occasion.

You're humming away to yourself, completely oblivious, when two hands plant themselves on your hips from behind. You shriek and throw your elbow backwards, connecting with the person's ribs. You spin around to face your attacker, only to be met with the sight of Santiago Garcia hunched over.

"Fuck!" he groans, clutching at his side.

"Shit! Santi, fuck. I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"

"Welcome home to me, I guess," he laughs breathlessly.

"Are you okay? Fuck, I'm so sorry, Santi. I thought you were an intruder or something. You're not supposed to be back until tomorrow!"

He smirks slowly, before winking at you.

"Surprise."

You finally calm your rapid heartbeat down enough to register what's happening. You grin at him, before running and jumping into his arms, holding onto him as tight as possible.

"I missed you so much," he breathes into your hair. "Four months is too long."

"I've been counting down the days," you whisper into his neck. "We all have."

He finally puts you down to take a good look at you.

"You look good, cariño. This dress is real pretty."

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

He knows what.

"Looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"You're just full of questions today, aren't you?"

He laughs, twinkle in his eye. The sun has kissed his skin while he's been away. He looks tanned, glowy, alive.

"Last time you looked at me like that, we ended up naked in your hot tub."

"Good times, huh?"

"I hate you," you chuckle, smacking him on the arm.

Santi looks around, and takes in the scene before him. Ingredients scattered, bowls full, oven preheated.

"What are you making, cariño?"

You survey the kitchen quickly before answering.

"Nothing."

He smiles, Cheshire cat style.

"Nothing? You've measured everything out. The oven is on."

You're trying to figure out a way to cover this up, to make up a lie as fast as possible, but it's no use. He can see right through you. You might as well be transparent when it comes to the boys.

"I'm making you a cake," you mutter quickly under your breath.

"What was that? Hmm?"

You roll your eyes and scoff, but give him what he wants.

"I'm making you a cake."

He looks genuinely surprised, gentle smile gracing his face.

"You are?"

"Yeah. I wanted to do something special for you coming home. Tomorrow."

"Sorry, cariño. I didn't know I was coming back early. Thought I'd make the most of it and surprise you."

"Well, now your surprise cake and your surprise party aren't a surprise anymore."

"There's a party too?"

"Shit."

The two of you laugh as he slings an arm around your shoulder.

"Thank you, cariño. You didn't have to do all this for me."

"I wanted to. I'm so excited that you're back, Santi. There's so much I've missed doing with you."

"I made a list."

"Of?"

"Of things I wanted to do with you when I got back. It's what kept me going - thinking of going to that lunch spot with the sandwiches we like, our annual road trip to Cali. It kept me sane."

You turn to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You lean up and press your forehead to his, both of you exhaling. You stay tangled together for a long moment, enjoying each others long awaited company.

"You know what was on the top of my list, though?"

"What?"

"Painting your goddamn kitchen."

You laugh, pulling back to look at him incredulously.

"Are you serious?"

"Deadly. This colour is fucking awful."

"It's not that bad."

"It's terrible."

"Fine, fine! Whatever you want, Santi. You can paint my kitchen if that's what your heart desires."

"It is," he grins. "I can think of nothing I want more. We'll do it this weekend."

"Okay," you smile. "Now, about this cake..."

"Can I help you?"

"I can think of nothing I want more."

"I love you," he tells you, stroking a thumb across your cheekbone.

"I love you too. So much, Santi."

The two of you spend the afternoon baking Santiago's cake, singing and dancing around the kitchen. You turn a blind eye to him licking the spoon and sticking his fingers in the icing. You're just glad to have him back, annoying you again.

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The Bedroom. Will.

"Can you pass me that screwdriver please, honey?"

You would, but you can't take your eyes off the man currently kneeling on your bedroom floor. His chest is glistening with sweat, warm in the morning sun. The light illuminates the room in balmy hues of gold, shadows dancing across your faces.

You and Will agreed to dedicate today to building all of your flat pack furniture. You've been sleeping on the floor for weeks, and it's finally taken a toll on your back. So, Will showed up bright and early, ready to tackle your bed, dresser, nightstands, desk, and whatever else presented itself. You were barely awake, still in your pyjamas, sleep heavy in your veins. But the sight of Will, toolbox in hand and smile on his face? That's enough to motivate anyone to assemble furniture all day.

"Honey?"

"Shit, sorry. The green one?"

"Please."

He smirks at you like he's reading your dirty thoughts. He probably is, knowing him. If anyone you knew turned out to be telepathic, it'd be Will. You're convinced he was some sort of psychic in a past life.

"You okay over there?"

"Yeah, I'm good. You need a hand?"

"Come hold this up for me while I screw it in."

You shuffle over to sit next to him, leaning over to hold the piece he's gesturing towards. He's trying desperately not to look down your shirt, and you're trying desperately to ignore the way he smells like heaven.

"C'mere," he murmurs under his breath, scooting backwards so you can get closer to the bed frame. He grabs your hips and pulls you so you're sat between his legs, holding onto the wood steadily. He wraps his arms around you from behind and gets to drilling, placing the screws in perfect rows.

Every now and again, he stops to press a kiss into your hair, or onto your cheek. You smile every single time, heat creeping across your chest. He eventually changes his path, trailing the kisses down onto your neck, shoulders, back. You're breathing so heavily you wonder if you're about to pass out.

"I like this colour," he whispers into your ear.

It takes a moment for your mind to register what he said.

"...Hmm?"

"The colour on your walls. I like it."

"Oh," you murmur. "Santi helped me pick it. He was only gonna do the kitchen, but then we were on a roll, so we ended up painting every room in the house."

He chuckles, tightening his arms around you and encouraging you to relax. You lean back into him, resting your head on his firm shoulder.

"This place is really beautiful, you know," he says lowly. "It's so... you."

"Is that a good thing?"

"The best thing. Beautiful house for a beautiful girl."

"You're a smooth talker, Miller."

"I learned from the best."

The two of you sit intertwined for a while, reveling in the comfort the other person brings. After a while, Will speaks.

"Okay, strong girl, you wanna help me put the mattress onto it?"

You flex your biceps, making you both laugh.

"I mean, I could do it single handedly... but sure, I'll help you."

"That's my girl."

You both make light work of the mattress, picking it up and throwing it onto the frame effortlessly. Will helps you put on your sheets and pillows, standing back to admire his handiwork.

"We did a good job."

"You did a good job, Will. I just sat over there and stared at you the whole time."

"Thought I felt eyes on me," he laughs.

You don't know where it comes from, the sudden honesty. It creeps up your throat out of nowhere, clawing to escape.

"I'm always looking at you."

Will turns to look at you, confusion written across his face.

"No matter where we are, or what we're doing. The most interesting thing in the room is always you."

His features soften, gentle smile tugging at his lips. He strides towards you and cradles your face in his big hands.

"I love you," he tells you so sincerely it makes you want to cry.

"I love you, William Miller. My love for you is just so... overwhelming. Some days I just want to scream it from the rooftops. I don't know what else to do with it."

"Give it to me," he says without missing a beat.

"What?"

"All the love. Don't throw it into the abyss. Give it to me. I want it."

You grin at him, a bright, blinding thing. He reciprocates, before leaning down and smashing his lips to yours. You tangle your fingers into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer. Your knees give out from the sheer love he's kissing you with, both of you tumbling to the floor.

You pull his shirt over his head, exposing his gorgeous, sun soaked skin. He's so broad it makes you clench your thighs together. He tugs your shirt off and throws it across the room, paying no mind to where it lands. The two of you don't separate your lips for more than a second.

He's rutting his hips into yours, the friction making you dizzy. You try and push his jeans down, fingers fumbling with the button. He takes pity on you and shoves them down himself, adding them to the pile of clothes scattered across the room.

Will wastes no time, throwing his boxers behind him and pulling your underwear down your legs. He pushes into you with effortless ease, both of you ready and eager. You unanimously groan in relief, panting rapidly. You claw at his shoulders, leaning up to connect your lips.

"I love you," he whispers against your mouth, hips gliding into yours.

"I love you," you gasp, resting your forehead against his. "I love you I love you I love you."

Will slides a hand down your body to rub quick circles between your legs, dipping his tongue into your mouth as he does it. He's swallowing your moans, licking the whines from your lips. He can't get over how sweet they taste.

"Come for me, honey. Give it to me, good girl. That's it. Atta girl."

You back arches off the floor, nails scratching down his back. Your vision goes white, stars clouding your view. Will groans, deep and low, spilling into you. You both ride out your highs while Will murmurs sweet sentiments into your ear, against your skin, into your mouth.

He collapses onto you, smothering you with his weight. You don't mind. Every part of your body is touching a part of his, and it still isn't close enough. It'll never be close enough. You could sew yourself into his ribcage, and you'd still want to be closer to his heart.

The only sounds that can be heard are two sets of heaving lungs. When you've snapped back to reality, you thread your fingers through his hair, scratching your nails across his scalp and smiling when he leans into your touch.

"Will?"

"Yeah, honey?"

"Why did you just build me a bed, and then fuck me on the floor?"

He takes a moment to register what you've said, before breaking out into contagious laughter. He's vibrating against you, both of you high on each others company.

"I didn't even think," he wheezes. "Fuck, we're idiots."

"You can say that again," you chuckle. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

Will rolls off and lies next to you, linking his fingers with yours.

"You ready to keep building?"

As much as you'd happily stay where you are forever, it would be nice to have actual furniture in your bedroom.

"Let's do it," you say as you sit up.

You scramble around for your clothes, both of you beaming at each other as you get dressed. You walk over and wrap your arms around his neck, looking up at him.

"I can't wait for you to move in."

He grins at you, pecking your lips.

"I can't wait either. Two more months and my lease is up. Then you're stuck with me forever, honey."

"I wouldn't say stuck. More like the luckiest girl in the world."

"Can I get that in writing?"

"Shut up," you laugh, grabbing the toolbox. "Let's build our furniture, shall we?"

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"You've made this place really beautiful, you guys."

"Beautiful house for a beautiful girl," Will grins at you across the table.

"Ugh, I hate when they do that," Benny complains.

"Do what?"

"Look at each other like that. It's like they're communicating through their minds, or something."

"We're silently talking about you, dipshit," Will teases, jabbing his brother in the side.

"Before the Millers kill each other, we bought you a present, hermosa. Think of it as a one year housewarming gift."

Frankie hands you a large rectangular parcel, wrapped carefully. You rip open the paper, discovering a large, ornate picture frame. In it, is your favourite picture in the world.

You and Will's first dance.

Frankie had taken the picture, unbeknownst to the two of you. You're both swaying to the music, arms wrapped around your husband's neck, completely lost in each other. Around you, the lights twinkle as your closest friends and family look on in awe.

"Frankie," you breathe. "Thank you. All of you. I love it so much."

"We thought you could hang it above your fireplace," Santiago offers. "In that big empty space."

"It's perfect," Will agrees.

"It's like the final piece of the puzzle," you whisper. "Now our home feels complete."

You trace your fingers over the frame, overwhelmed with adoration for the four boys staring back at you.

"I love you all," you tell them, glancing around the table. "So much."

"Love you, hermosa."

"Love you too, cariño."

"Love ya, baby!"

"I love you, honey."

The chorus makes you beam so bright, you're convinced your smile can be seen from space.

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[thir10th]

some extra help- Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader

summary: this is a drabble kinda based on episode 3x02 but it's not a whole insert TW: suggestive content but no smut, dress up, fluff (very cute if you ask me), it's not smut so not much to say here, very short talk about medical stuff (head injury, concussion), i think that's all A/N: this one is quite short but very cute. It's not smut, just suggestive, i ended it right there because I wasn't really on the mood for it. As always: any feedback is appreciated. english isn't my first language. like and reblog <3

you had spent the last 2 nights in a row waking up every 3 to 4 hours, several alarms a night. After saving not only that poor little boy and woman's lives, but also saving you boss' and girlfriend's jobs, you returned home to a renewed Emily Prentiss. She was relieved that she could finally rest, not having to chose between her job and her team, which included you. You had insisted on her not resigning but she would give anything for you and the people she loved, for her team.

After the number she pulled in Milwaukee (you had also begged her to be careful, and you would've shoot that man when you saw what he had done to her hadn't JJ been there to stop you) she had a concussion. it was basically your job to make sure she was still breathing.

You secretly loved taking care of Emily, you kind of hated having to wake up every once in a while, obviously, but there was something about taking helping her with regular stuff, making sure she was taking things easy, all that intimacy.

"baby, stop it" she complains "I'm fine, I can carry my own bag" you had taken it upon yourself to carry it to her apartment "i know you can, but i don't want you to, you have to rest" you try to convince her

"I'm fine, the meds help a lot, it barely hurts now" She says trying to make you forget all that worry "since Milwaukee you've treated me like I'm so fragile, but I won't break just like that"

You drop her bag and her purse, and turn around to face her, grabbing her waist, pulling her close to you, she surrounds your neck with her hands "What's wrong with it? So, i want to take care of my girlfriend, no big deal, she can still be a badass, specially at work, as far as they're concerned, there's no worried girlfriend, just a worried friend, who drives you to work so you don't have to do it yourself" she caresses your back with her fingers, listening to every word you say.

Your relationship was still a secret for the rest of the team, you had been dating already for several months, but you were taking it slow, so no one in the team actually knew you were the one spending the nights at Emily's apartment taking care of her until she got better.

"well, i love my worried girlfriend but she should take a break and get me a nurse so she can start relaxing with me" she says, giving you a peck on your lips and separating from your embrace to go to the bathroom

little did Emily know she had just given you an idea

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next day you enter Emily's apartment, ready for a nigh full of interruptions, but very ready to have some fun as well.

Emily had given you an idea, a very good one, the kind of idea you knew your girlfriend would love. So you move around the apartment, being as quiet as you can, Emily is resting on the couch reading a book, and you're in the room trying to get yourself ready.

"I can hear you moving, what are you up to back there?" she asks putting her book down, giving up on concentrating enough to read.

"you know, I think it's time to change that bandage on your forehead don't you think? It's been a couple of days" you say from the back of the room

"oh, yeah, i forgot, if you get me the first aid kit i can do it myself"

"no, i can do it for you, because, if i remember correctly, you said yesterday you could use a nurse, right?" with that you enter the living room, all dressed in the lamest, cheapest nurse costume you could have found, the only thing that mattered anyways was that it was short, white, and revealing.

Emily sits up, sitting upright on the couch, her mouth falls open, speechless, her eyes scanning you, running up and down your figure as if trying to memorize every bit of the image.

"So? what do you think?" you tell her, pinning around to give her a look from every angle

her lips start curving into a smile, her mouth still open, she chuckles in surprise, runs her hand through her hair looking for the words

"I can't believe this, you look awesome baby, come here" she says still in awe, opens her arms in a welcoming position. You walk to her, place your legs on her sides so you're straddling her, she caresses the skin of your legs, holding you in place, and lay down to give her a kiss, holding her head with both your hands, she dugs her fingers in the flesh of your thighs, you kiss her lips softly, giving in the contact, melting into the kiss.

"you're hottest nurse I've ever kissed in my life" you chuckle against her lips, she gives you a peck before you get away

"So, are you gonna let the nurse change that bandage of yours or what?" you ask, and she nods, still smiling, holding on to you but finally letting go to allow you to go take the kit.

You come back from the bathroom with a wet cloth in one hand and the red box in the other one, you gesture her to sit straight, and lay her head back, regaining your last position straddling her waist, and her hands fly back to hold your thighs.

You start by slowly taking the old bandage off to avoid hurting her, you take the wet cloth and start cleaning the wound with it, gently tapping around it. She looks at your focused frown, smiling over how seriously you're taking your job. She runs her fingers through the soft skin of your thighs, every time her hands move she reaches higher until she is no longer touching your legs, but your ass, squeezing it gently, making you jump

"Hey! I'm trying to work here, stop distracting me!" You scold her, but she doesn't retreat, her hands keep wondering around, you try to make it as fast as you can.

Applying the bandage on her forehead delicately, you give her a peck on the lips "you're all set" you announce

"thank you nurse, i was wondering, maybe there's something else you could help me with?" she says to your surprise "sure, what would that be?"

"well you see, my very concerned and beautiful girlfriend used to be the one to take care of me, but ever since you came, I haven't seen her around, so maybe you could take care of me tonight, maybe for a bit longer" she says with the sexiest voice, batting her eyelashes to add up to the act, you just follow her play.

"well this one girlfriend of yours sounds like a very nice lady, but i guess i could help you out" you kiss her again, lustfully, running your hands through her hair, down to her sides, until you reach the hemline of her shirt, and you tug on it "how about if we start by removing this?"

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[rindousbbg]

Hiii! I love ur work! I would love to see timeskip pro athlete! Kageyama with supermodel/celebrity! Gf in ur style! they would look so hot together and be the ultimate it couple of Tokyo <33 I love this idea sm and I can’t wait to read your take on it!! <3

Summery: kagyama with a girlfriend who is super model and actress.

Genre: Fluff??

A/n: i just wrote it in my style. Hope you like it. I didn't made it long cus idk what to write more. Don't worry you can see better version in future 😭. And also request more if you want. Thank you. Feedbacks are appreciated. Not proof read.

"Tobio you have to go for an interview." 

Kagayama's manager informed him. The black haired male didn't liked to give interviews or wether you could say doesn't know what to say. He was scared that he could spit out some nonsense. Poor boy was confused how interview works.

slightly nodding his head he started to strech his body outta no where to motivate himself. 

he checked his phone if he had any notifications, there was three messages and one was from his girlfriend and other was from his friends or more like teammates. 

Soon he headed out to give the interview. 

"Hello Tobio-kun"

"Hi"

The questions were all about volleyball and how he plays etc. but that one question struck his brain and he didn't knew what to say. 

"Do you have a girlfriend?" 

"Uh" 

poor boy looked at the manager for help while the manager's slightly turned downwards preventing himself from laughing. 

"Sorry, miss the time is up. Thank you" 

the manager and tobio bowed to the interviewer and left as soon as possible. 

"Thanks"

"For what?"

"For saving me?" 

the manager let out a short laugh in response. 

"How was the game?"

"Tiring"

tobuo looked at his girlfriend, tiredness was dripping from both of their eyes. 

"Someone asked me if I had a girlfriend." 

the girl frowned. 

"Ehh, really? Well it's nothing to be shoked of. You are a player. A very handsome one. So I don't see anything wrong here" 

Tobio nodded. 

"Do you want to make our relationship...uhmm..public??" 

the black haired male looked at his girlfriend, hoping say you would say yes. It was tired some for him to avoid the question again and again. Does people can't tell that he doesn't want to reveal it? Whatever it is it's purely because he was tired. Or was it something else?

"Uhm, i won't say that i have never thought about it. But will you be okay?" 

"Why won't I be?" 

Hearing that thing from your boyfriend made you happy and you let out a giggle. 

"Okay, I will make our relationship public."

bird's chirping can be heard in the morning. It was barely 8 am. You woke up since you didn't wanted to lay down in bed anymore. And decided to make breakfast and all. 

While you were making breakfast a deep voice spoke out. 

"Morning"

You looked at tobio and smiled in return. He turned on the tv to watch his match from yesterday. But instead of his match there was a big news headline. 

"Welcome everyone, today's breaking news is The model and actress L/N Y/N  and famous vollyball player Kageyma Tobio were seen together at a hotel and also in a restaurant together lot of times. Source had been taking proofs now we can say with pure trust that they are indeed in a relationship" 

Kagayama raised his brows in surprise and turned his head towards you. He thought you would be shoked but instead of a shoking expression you had a teasing smile.

"Looks like your wish came true. We didn't had to do anything" 

[uceyliyahh]

Summary; After her difficult breakup, Tiana wanted to start anew with her life. That's when she realized her life would be better when she met him.

This fanfic is 18+! NO MINORS ALLOWED

word count: 5282

Smut warning; it’ll come in the story randomly so PLEASE PLEASE look out for it I’m not really good at writing ✍🏽 smuts but I’m improving at the moment.

Jey Uso X Tiana

AWFUL GRAMMAR IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR LOL.

comments, likes, repost are appreciated I would love the constructive feedback in what area I need to approve in. 🤍

ALSO! I don’t not want nobody stealing my fanfics or take it as theirs that will be an issue fasho so keep it cute respectfully.

I only own my OC along with the make up scenarios

But I’ll be writing along the way since this story is in my drafts on Wattpad right now so yuh 💁🏽‍♀️

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3.

TIANA

it was ten in the morning, and the sunlight was beaming down from my curtains. I had woken up from my slumber after a wild night that I had with Josh; I've seen him sleeping on his stomach, snoring loudly.

I played in his mullet, which was a mess, as I saw him shifting in his sleep while I went towards the bathroom to take a shower to soothe my body.

As I was in the shower letting the warm water hit my body a sigh of relief came out of my mouth, I wasn't expecting to get my back blown out by this man last night he was so rough and dominant with it something that Malakai didn't have in that department.

I heard the bathroom open knowing that it was Josh coming in probably looking me, but I didn't really pay attention to it.

I felt the cold breeze as the curtains were open turning around seeing Josh standing there looking at me as I smiled at him.

"I was looking for you." Jey said.

"I figured you were c'mon, boy, you are getting me cold." I said as he came in the shower behind me while closing the shower curtains.

"My fault, mama." He had wrapped his arms around my waist nuzzling his neck onto my shoulder kissing me on the cheek.

I just smiled at him as him and I showered together I shared my body wash and stuff with him since he didn't bring any masculine body wash.

We were in the shower longer than expected due to us having a make out session in the shower since he couldn't control himself around me then end up taking pictures together in the bathroom.

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I chuckled at Bianca's reply to my story, knowing that she was probably downstairs watching it right now, but we both walked inside my room, drying ourselves off.

I've seen Josh with the towel wrapped around his waist, looking all good with his hair all wet, making me want to pounce on him so fast.

But he threw on the clothes he had on yesterday as he watched me put on some clothes since I had a few clients that needed their nails done for today.

"What'chu got plan for today mama?" Jey asked me.

"Well, I got a few clients today that need their nails done for like a special occasion that they're having after that I'm probably going to go to the mall to get me something." I said while fixing my hair in the mirror as I've seen him walking up to me.

"Mhm, you tryna spend the night tonight with me?" I turned around while staring up at him as he was gazing down at me.

'He wants me to spend the night? Ova at his crib? Wait until Bianca here's about this.'

"sure ion mind spending the night in your home." He nodded his head while grabbing my chin to give me a few kisses on the lips.

"Ight then pretty lady I'll see you later then." He was about to head out but I stopped him in his tracks as he looked down at me.

"What's up mama?"

"Don't you wanna take you some breakfast to eat before you leave?" I asked him as he nodded his head yes.

"Hell yeah, girl, I be starving in that bitch man."

I just laughed at him as we both went downstairs together so I could fix breakfast for everyone, including him.

✧.* OMNISCIENT Tiana was doing her friend Emma's nails for today since they needed to catch up with a lot of things that's been happening in their lives including Tiana's of course.

As they were gossiping about their lives Tiana's phone started to buzz as she seen the caller ID but couldn't recognize the number but it had clicked to her that it was Malakai calling her.

"Is that Kai?" Emma asked.

"Yeah it's his ass again girl, ion know what imma do."Tiana said while painting her nails.

"Girl ask ya new man he look like he could fight."She just chuckled at her response, Josh is really dominant and strong so he'll probably be able to punch Malakai's head off.

Her phone rang again, but this time it was a FaceTime call from Josh, so of course, she picked it up.

FACETIME Jey: hey mamas what'chu doing right now? Tiana: I'm doing my friend Emma's nails she's my last client for today why? Jey: I wanted to see if I could come get you early from work today since you staying at my crib for tonight. Tiana: I mean I have my own car but you can just pick me up at my house. Jey: ight then mama.

FACETIME CALL ENDED.

"Ouuu you spending the night at your mans house girl." She said as a hit her in her arm.

Tiana was cheesing like a mother fucker like this man got her hooked and attached to him; meanwhile, we aren't a couple.

"Shut up Emma, you're making me blush bro."Tiana said as we continued to laugh together.

She saw a car pull up in the parking lot. She thought it was Josh coming to visit, but when I saw the body figure, she already knew it was going to be some shit.

Malakai came in there all furious as her and Emma looked at him.

"Oh, what's good Kai." Emma said.

"What's up Em, I need to speak to you Tiana like now?" Malakai said sternly as Tiana scoffed at him.

"Nigga anything you need to say you can say it in front of Em." She said while multitasking.

she noticed that he had a frustrated expression on his face wondering how is he going to be manipulate her this time around since he don't like the fact that she moved on from him.

"Who the fuck this dude huh? Tiana?" He asked as he showed her a picture of her and Josh together.

She just rolled her eyes at him, "what? Are you jealous or sum' about me moving while being happy with someone that isn't yo' ass Kai?"

"Like why are you still stuck on me when YOU fucked up by fucking ol' girl." Tiana continued as he stood there.

"Mane fuck allat' shi I apologize didn't I? So that means we are still together." He said as she snicker at him this man is delusional.

"An apology comes with accountability and actions dummy and you did none of that, you literally proved my point." She argued back while curing Emma's nails in the curing light.

"Whatever Tink, where's your supposed to be man at or is he imaginary?" 'This goofball right here, bro. He can't be serious, right?'

"He's at work right now I mean I can FaceTime him real quick so you can see what he looks like since you think he ain't real." Tiana said as she pulled out her phone while calling Josh on FaceTime call.

FACETIME Jey: what's up mamas? Tiana: Josh, somebody wanna see you because they don't think you aren't real Jey: who?

She turned her camera around on the FaceTime call showing Josh her ex Malakai she could sense that Josh's eyebrows were furrowed up a bit.

Jey: is that yo' ex mama? Tiana: yeah that's him he said you wasn't real so I had to show him proof that you were. Jey: hm, give me a minute imma pull up real quick so he can see me in person seems like he gotta problem with me.

FACETIME CALL ENDED.

She placed her phone on the table, running her fingers through her hair, and looked at Malakai, who was staring down at her.

"Omg, tink I love my nails girl you get me right all the time." Emma said.

"Of course girl you know I got'chu." She said as she paid her the money while staying there probably she wanted to see who was her "new man" is.

After waiting for him to pull up we've seen his car pull up in the parking lot as he came out the car looking all good in his daily work clothes.

Jey opened the door seeing everyone staring at him as his eyes darted towards Tiana's way then to Malakai's way too, he ignored him as he came up to Tiana.

Scooping her up by her thighs as she wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him on the lips causing Malakai to be pissed at this.

"Is this supposed to be your "new man" T?" Malakai asked.

Before she could say anything, Jey had spoken, "Yeah, I'm the one that's rearranging her guts in real good while yo' ass is up here being delulu."

His voice sounded deep and raspy kinda turned Tiana on as she seen her ex trying to walk up on Jey but he stood his ground while looking at him.

"Yo' ass might wanna back up." Jey said sternly while getting all close and personal with Malakai.

He could sense the fear that Malakai had, so he chuckled a bit before having a smirk on his face.

"What's with the smirk bum." Malakai taunted.

"Me? A bum? If I were so much of a bum, I would've been dressing like yo' goofy ass dawg." He retorted.

He looked towards Tiana's way as she looked at him with them deep deer eyes she had it just made him want her so badly.

"You can leave now Kai I got things to do and I'm not staying here to hear nun else you got to say." Tiana replied as she was beginning to sanitize her equipment.

"Nah you ain't goin' with this lame Tink." He warned her.

"She is, so get yo' ass off of her shit." Jey threatened while pushing him roughly.

Malakai threw his hands up, "fuck it, whatever but this ain't over Tiana."  Then he left the building all pissed off.

"Woah that was crazy." Emma said.

✧.* TIANA

After spilling the beans to Bianca about what had went down today at work she was livid but also happy that Josh came through before things got worse.

Meanwhile I was packing my bag with some clothes to wear at Josh's house since I am spending the night over there tonight that could give Bianca and Montez some privacy.

"Girl when is you and Joshua going to make it official chileee." She asked.

"I don't know it really all on him to make that decision, I already made up my mind." I said while shrugging my shoulders as I went towards my bathroom to grab my feminine products.

"I hate to say this buuuut, I TOLD YO' ASS." I rolled my eyes at her while throwing up the middle finger.

'She wasn't wrong. I was going to fold for this man. I mean, he takes care of me, loves on me, and he even listens to me, something that Malakai couldn't comprehend since he was too busy with his "rapper" career.'

'So yeah I'm attached to Josh but still keeping my guard up.'

"Yeah, yeah, all I hear is yapping B." I retorted as we saw a car pulling up, knowing that it was Jey.

"Well ya' man is here hurry up!" She said.

'Not her rushing me outta here bro like what?'

I made sure that I grabbed everything before leaving my bedroom to be greeted by Josh standing there waiting on me.

I walked up towards him, wrapping my arms around his neck, standing on my tippy toes, and giving him a peck on the lips.

"Hey, pretty mama you ready?" Jey asked.

"Yeah, I'm ready to leave." I said as he grabbed my bag while opening the door.

"Ight let's go then." He said as him and I walked out.

Until I heard her big ass mouth shouting, "HAVE FUN BESTIEEE BRING ME A NIECE HOME!" I wanted to bob her upside the head for saying that shit out loud while Jey found it amusing.

I got inside his car while putting my purse in front of me on the floor as I buckled my seatbelt waiting on him patiently.

He finally came in the car looking towards my direction as he turned on his ignition to his car while he back out of the driveway driving towards his house.

Him and I were listening to my playlist on the AUX cord as he pulled out a pre-roll blunt from his glove department giving it to me to light up since he was driving.

I lit it up and took some puffs out of it before passing it back towards his way, I loved this, this was something that I always wanted to do when I was with Kai but I'm doing everything that I wanted to do with Jey.

He's so different everything about him is different I just have to get to know him more and learn his past.

He passed me the blunt as I smoked some from it as I blew it out of my nose, feeling that sense of relief.

"I got a pool out back if you want to use it, ma." He said this while getting the blunt from me.

"Ouuu I would love to use it Josh." I said excitedly as he smiled at me.

We finally made it to his crib as I grabbed my purse while unbuckling my seatbelt when I got out of the car my mouth was wide open at the sight I am seeing.

His house was so modern and homey like, we went inside of his house seeing all of this aesthetic stuff in his home especially the color scheme of the house it just looks so good.

I noticed him placing my bag down while walking towards me.

"Welcome to my home, lil' mama." He said.

"It looks so beautiful, Josh. I love the color scheme and everything else that's in here." I complimented as he smiled at me showing his grills.

"Thank you mama."

"Lemme show you around." I nodded my head yes as I followed him around the house.

After he showed me around his house I noticed that he had a mini studio in his house I guess that's where he does his other tattoos at or whatever but I went upstairs towards the guest room to put my things in there and went to go change into my bathing suit.

I bought it recently for something like this because I knew he would have a pool out back so I'm glad I bought it he probably won't be able to take his hands off of me.

I looked a the mirror in the bathroom one last time before heading out towards the pool making sure I grab my phone and towel.

I walked downstairs seeing Jey already swimming in the pool looking all good so I walked towards the sliding door opening it which caught his attention as he trailed his eyes down onto me as I put my things down.

He licked his lips while looking at me deeply. I knew he wouldn't be able to control himself.

"Damn, mama, you look good as fuck." Jey complimented as I came inside the pool with him.

"Thank you Josh, you're handsome too very." I replied as I enjoyed the warmth of the pool.

He came swam towards me as he scooped me up by my thighs as I wrapped my legs around his torso keeping myself in place.

Jey started to place a few kisses onto my lips as we both looked at each other cheesing like little ass teenagers.

"Josh." I called for him.

"What's up mama?" He responded as we continued to look deeply into each other's eyes.

"I wanna know more about you and your past experiences if you don't mind me asking." I could read his expression that he was certain that he wanted to be open with me.

"I got'chu mamas, but I was in a toxic relationship with this girl I was dealing with at the time, and she would be on my ass about everything and was curious about my whereabouts when in reality I was at work trying to start a future for us but she had to ruin it by cheating on me with some lame so I just decided go focus on myself after that." He vented as I sat there listening to him.

Our stories were similar to each other, both of us dealing with a toxic ex that cheated and ruin the relationship so I can understand where he is coming from because it happened to me too.

I feel like with Jey I could find love again he probably feels the same way too I just don't know honestly.

"I understand where you're coming from because I've been through that with him." I reassured him as I was playing in his hair.

"With ol' boy?" He asked while rubbing my thighs with his hands.

"Yeah it was a pretty messy break up, his parents tried to convince me that he'd had changed but I ended up with the same result I stopped being friends with the girl that I was close with after that happened." I said.

He hummed as a response while rubbing his hands on both ends of my body, continuing to look up at me licking his lips.

'This man is making me blush so hard right now. God, why did you bring this fine specimen to me?'

I looked away for a second trying to keep my composure around him as I heard he chuckled softly while grabbing my chin making me look at him.

"Why you keep doing that?, do I make you that nervous?" He asked.

"Yes Josh you make me feel nervous every single time we are around each other." I confessed while looking down at him.

I saw him smirking while rubbing his beard, "hm, didn't know I had that effect on you mamas." I just rolled my eyes at him as me and him continued to swim in the pool together.

✧.*

I was in the kitchen cooking some dinner for the both of us as I felt him all up behind me with a blunt in his hands as he passed it to me while I grabbed it with my hand that I wasn't using and took a few puffs outta it before passing it back to him.

He gave my ass a little smack before heading back to the living room to play the game with the guys, I was cooking us some steak with mashed potatoes and asparagus I always will be thankful for my mother for teaching me this.

I'm so grateful that she is still around and dad too, hearing Jey screaming his ass off at his brother and his cousins because they were losing had me rolling.

He darted his eyes towards my direction while giving me a glare like 'nigga it's not my fault yo' ass is losing the damn game.'

I just smiled at him while focusing on cooking the food because I know that boy loves food fr.

I was done cooking dinner as I walked over to Jey with his plate as he looked down at it while smiling hard as hell.

"Damn, mamas, you can throw it down in the kitchen, I see." Jey said as he began eating his food I could tell that he loved it so much.

"Thank you Josh got it from my momma." I said as I sat down next to him while eating our dinner together until I heard his brother say something in the mic

"Uce, you gotta new shawty or sum dawg? that I didn't even know about? Or we didn't even know about.'

Jey was stuffing his mouth with food not even paying attention to his brother while I just looked at him and started snickering at him.

"yeah Uce, who's this shawty that's cooking you dinner I hope it ain't Kehlani ass."

'Kehlani? Was that his ex-girlfriend that he was talking to me about?'

Jey stopped eating for a moment and began speaking into the mic, "nah uce, it ain't her ass y'all will meet her soon ight now let me be im tryna eat."

'He wants me to meet his family? I hope they'll like me.'

After we ate dinner I was washing the dishes as I felt Jey wrapping his arms around my waist while kissing my shoulder.

I've seen turned around wrapping my arms around his neck while pulling him into a kiss knowing that he was still on the game with the guys and his mic wasn't muted.

He snake his hands away from my waist towards my ass giving it a good grip as he placed me onto the counter top never leaving my lips.

My hands were in his hair as our tongues were fighting for dominance against each other feeling him rubbing up against me until his brother said something.

"Aye uce, mute yo' mic we don't wanna hear allat'" we stopped having our make out session as we both chuckled a bit as he pecked me on the lips.

"We goin' finish this later mama ight?" He said as I nodded my head.

I went upstairs towards the guest bedroom as I turned on the tv and started watching baddies caribbean while scrolling through my socials.

I posted a pic of me in my bathing suit that I had on earlier and the food a made for dinner not to long ago.

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I was laughing at the comments especially Jey's comment towards Kai I loved how he claimed me as his even though he hasn't said it yet but I'm waiting patiently for him to speak on that matter.

He probably wanna take things slow first which I can most definitely understand because I wanna do that too ion wanna move to fast with this.

As I was watching Tv I heard footsteps coming up the steps knowing that it was Josh coming up probably done playing the game with the guys but I just continued to watch my show as I heard the door opening seeing him peek his head out.

"What'chu doing in the guest bedroom mama?" Jey asked while shutting the door behind him.

"Oh, I didn't know if you wanted me in your space  so I just put my bags in here." I said as I felt him walking up towards me.

He placed his hands on his hips like a typical mom while looking down at me.

"Tiana, stop playin' with me and go in my room." He said as I listen to him.

I grabbed my bag and everything that I had a moved it over towards Jey's bedroom, his room look way more better than the guest bedroom as I sat my bag down and putting my feminine products in his bathroom while sitting on his bed turning on the Tv continuing to watch my show.

I gotten a text message from Bianca and from Kai once again I just sighed thinking to myself 'is he ever going to quit?'

Breezy: heyyy girl how's the sleep over going? Tiana: it's going good I'm having a good time here like Josh is so generous and caring. Breezy: I see that him and Kai were beefing under your comments girl Tiana: yeah speaking of him, he texted me again from a new number. Breezy: what? That nigga is so weird bro. Tiana: ik right like he seems bitter honestly.

Breezy: sounds like it fasho but I'll let you be girl I'll text you tmr. Tiana: kk bye bestie.

I sighed, thinking if I should leave his ass on read so I can get back to my show because I find it ironic how he believes we are still together.

Weirdo: Tiana idk wtf you and ol' boy got going on but it needs to end. Tiana: nigga fuck you, you heard him i don't belong to you anymore. Weirdo: stop playin' with me Tiana. Tiana: blocked.

I blocked his ass again not wanting to deal with his bullshit for tonight as I continue to watch my show on Jey's Tv, Malakai is just weird and obviously obsessed with me.

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I was laughing while watching baddies caribbean seeing them fight was amusing to me, I heard the door opening seeing Jey coming in I didn't really pay attention to him as he closed the door behind him.

He placed his phone down on the dresser while coming towards me, and my eyes darted in his direction.

He hovered over me while holding my waist pinning me down on the bed as we both looked at each other.

"You done playing with the guys?" I asked as he started placing kisses on my neck.

"Mhm, you have all of my attention now ma, why don't you take these panties off so I can beat that pussy in." Jey purred as he was tugging on my shorts.

SMUT WARNING

I was on top of Josh holding his legs for support as I was riding him up and down on his dick as he watched while giving my ass a few slaps.

"Yeah, keep ridin' that shit mama." He praised.

"F-fuck J-Josh." I moaned while continuing to ride him.

As I kept riding him while my skin was slapping up against his legs I felt Josh pushed his dick further inside of me as I moaned loudly.

As my pussy was gripping onto him firmly as he threw his head back at the feeling.

"Fuck mama, keep gripping onto me like that." He moaned as he held onto my hips, guiding me to go faster. I was bouncing on his dick faster, causing me to feel pressure underneath me, "ouuuu fuck, this dick feels so good, Daddy." He smacked my ass while he pulled out, causing me to whine.

He bent me over as I was laying flat on my stomach while he put his dick back inside of my wetness while starting to pound into me.

I felt him gripping my ass as he was giving me good strokes from the back, making me look behind him seeing him move his hips into me.

He was biting the bottom of his lip while gazing down at me as he watched his dick go in and out of me.

"Mhmm, keep looking back at me, mama, with that pretty ass face." I was gripping the sheets right as he kept fucking me to the oblivion as my mind was seeing stars.

I had drool coming from my mouth that was running across my cheek as I rolled my eyes in the back of my head at the pleasure I was feeling now.

I felt the bed getting heavy as I saw him put his foot onto the bed while grabbing a whole load of my hair as he fucked me vigorously as I cried out.

"Ohhhh my goddddd Joshhhhh!" I cried out as I tried to place my hands onto his abs to slow him down.

But he pushed my hands away, thrusting into me harder as I mewled weakly, "Josh fuck..." every deep stroke he had, he gave it to you, making you feel every inch of him.

"Mhmm, don't run mama take this dick." He grunted as he trapped his lip between his teeth, gazing down at me.

As he was hitting my g-spot so good causing me to bite the bottom of my lip as he let go of my hair while my body collapsed onto the sheets as he kept going.

He slapped my ass while grunted, "arch that damn back and take this shit." He was fucking your shit up, making you feel lopsided as you were gasping for air.

I couldn't keep up with him as I felt defeated letting him do whatever he wanted do me as my mind went foggy, I felt a pit going down my stomach knowing that was I was finna cream on this man.

My walls were clenching onto him as he groaned in pleasure doing his worst to me he could sense that I was finna cum on him.

He didn't stop his pace as he was thrusting his hips deep inside of me knowing that he was hitting my spot good.

"Talk to me mama, I'm hitting that shit?"

"Yess daddy yess..." I moaned weakly as he slapped my ass seeing him all sweaty.

"This my pussy mama? Hm?" I couldn't comprehend what he was saying while he grabbed me by the throat pulling me up closer to his body as he kept thrusting deep inside of me.

"I'm not going to repeat myself mama, tell me that this is my pussy." He choke me firmly.

"Fuck yes, Daddy, this your pussy!" I felt his lips pressed onto my cheek.

He loved the sound of that and the way I looked right now all fucked up and miserable under him I  felt my legs tighten as I cried out loudly "fuckkkkk Josh I'm cumminggg!" Feeling my legs shaken as his thrusts were becoming sloppy.

I felt so weak and tired out from all of this as I held onto his neck for support as his movements were getting sloppier and sloppier every single thrust he was giving me.

"fuck mama, I'm finna bust." I heard him moan softly.

He kept his pace going pounding my shit, causing me to see stars as I rolled my eyes in the back of my head, trying to catch my breath with this man; he was making me feel over-simulated.

He gave it his all as he cursed under his breath while pulling out of me, "fuckkkkk mamass." he groaned as he came onto my back as I fell onto the sheets, feeling defeated.

SMUT OVER.

OMNISCIENT Jey and Tiana were breathing heavily as Jey went to go get a warm wet rag to clean Tiana's back as she lie there face in the sheets.

He threw their clothes into the dirty bin that was next to the dresser as he picked up Tiana placing her on the other side of the bed.

He pulled the sheets over her as he came crawled onto the bed while getting in the bedsheets with her pulling her closer to him.

Nuzzling his neck onto her shoulders as he kissed her on the cheek while drifting to sleep.

Under your Touch.

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A/N: lawd this is starting to unpack pretty soon Jey love him some Tiana would do anything for her but I hope yall enjoy this chapter! Lmk in the comments.

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Hiiii can i request arguments with Love and Deepspace trio? Like really angsty but ends with a fluff.

Because yeah, i want to be sad, but i want a happy ending hehehehhe. Thank you ^_^

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Hello 🍓anon!! Make to prepare your tissues cause I love making people cry! (Pls don't take that outta context-)

This will be 3 one shots in one post because I wanted this as detailed as possible lol, so yes this will be quite long; sorry for that!

Reader here is Female (she/her) :)

Reminder: The character belongs to INFOLD/ its respective creators; this is all just fictional work so please try to not take these too seriously :)

T.W: Lots of kisses and a little spice. Maybe OCC.

With all those aside. Lay back, grab a snack and drink... andddd

Enjoy reading~! ✧

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Usually you were calm and collected but everything around you was starting to test your patience.

A huge wanderer incident had had happened during a festival that was happening in Linkon City and a few people had gotten hurt.

Seeing Captain Jenna's disappointed face directed at me and my teammates make me tip over the edge as I rushed to get back to my apartment, planning to drink my heart away.

While I was walking my hunters watch went off, and it seemed like the wanderer was near where I was so I quickly went to the location and saw it being taken care of none other then Xavier.

He turned towards me and softly smiled at me.... however I didn't return any soft or gentleness he showed towards me as I spoke in a cold, hallow tone.

"Where were you?"

I asked clenching my fists, the plastic wrinkling.

"I... had to take care of some important stuff, sorry... I tried to go and catch up but I was too lat-"

"How could you be so careless?"

I asked, now my voice spitting with venom as I glared at him.

"This is always the problem with you Xavier! You're so distant and secretive that sometimes I don't even know you anymore... I don't even know if I'm.... of I'm even as important as you say I am"

"I... didn't know you felt that way.... i.. didn't't mean to be so ignorant.."

"Save it Xavier... I'm too tired to deal with you right now."

I was such a jerk yesterday.... I can't believe I let my anger out on Xavier like that.

He has always been so patient and understanding with me and I go and scream at him almost like i... i...... I don't love him....

"Hey hey heyy! Earth to Y/n~! You alright?" I heard Tara ask beside me.

"Sorry.. yea I'm fine, I'll head home first alright?" I responded and we both said our goodbyes to each other.

As the elevator doors open, I was shocked to see Xavier sitting next to my apartment door and he was..... snoring?

I quickly shake him awake.

As he rubs his eyes and looks up at me while still being drowsy, I sigh and help him up as we both enter my apartment.

I sat him on the couch and go to get some warm tea for him.

After we both settled down and he was wide awake we both sat in silence..

"Are you.... still upset with me?" Xavier asked, breaking the silence.

"No.. I'm not, it was irrational for me to get upset at you for the first place..." I responded, looking down at the cup filled with tea I held in my hand.

"But.. I can't help but still be upset with you." I said, now turning my gaze towards him.

"I can't help but feel as if I'm... unimportant to you.. I can't help but feel as if...... you don't love me." My lips quivered as I uttered those words.

After a brief silence of me looking at his figure, he finally spoke.

"I didn't mean to make you feel that way.... i.." He seemed as if he was thinking about his words before saying them to me.

"You've got it wrong i... I do love you and you are important to me- so much so that I can't help but think about you all the time..."

He looked directly into my eyes as he spoke those words as I looked back into his.

"I feel frustrated at the fact that I have to keep secrets from you just to protect you...."

"You know I'm then capable of taking care of myself right? Xavier I just want you to be honest with me and show me all of you."

I said, my cup now sat at the table as I moved closer to Xavier.

"Why are you keeping half of yourself from me!? Am I that unworthy and untrustworthy? Xavier i... please just tell me-"

"Because I don't want to lose you again."

"H u h . . . . ?"

"Because. I don't want to lose you again."

"Again? What? What are you..."

"I... I can't explain everything to you right now but... I'm doing this to protect you because I LOVE you."

He pulled me into a hug and I felt his breathe tickle my neck as he nuzzles into it.

"Please... please don't force me in saying it... I can't lose you... I just can't.." He saids in a broken tone as he tightens his hold on me.

I contemplate for a bit and wrapped my arms around him and closed my eyes to breath in his familiar scent.

"Ok. Just promise me you'll tell me everything when you're ready."

He nods and we both decided to sleep on the couch tonight.

The next morning me and Xavier were back to normal, as if we never have fought....

As much as I want to press him for the truth I'll back off.

He'll tell me when his ready.

. . . . . . . . .

"I love you My Star" He whispers to the young woman's ear as she drifts off to sleep.

"Thanks for taking over!" I yelled over to my colleague as I happily skipped over to my motorcycle and rode back to my apartment.

Me and Zayne had planned to dine/have dinner at a new restaurant that specialized in sweetened foods!

I quickly got ready and got a message from Zayne saying that I should head over first, so I did and walked to the restaurant as it was quite near my building.

As I entered the restaurant I was led to me and Zayne's reserved sit, I smiled excitedly as I was given a menu.

However, since Zayne wasn't here yet I ordered a strawberry smoothie and just pulled out my phone from my pocket to scroll mindlessly on Lintok. (A.n: Seemed funnier in my head sorry-)

. . . . . . . . . . .

Its been a whole hour and he still wasn't here......

I tried calling his phone and bombarding him with messages but to no avail..

I calmed myself down and waited....

And waited.....

And Waited....

And Waited...

And.....

W a i t e d..

I started feeling the anger build up inside of me as I got up and left the restaurant, heading straight to Akso Hospital.

"Yvonne, is Zayne inside his office?"

"Y/n! Doctor Zayne is in fact in his office, he actually just finished a surge-"

I walked away as soon as she answered my question, almost sprinting to his office.

"-surgery... y/n?" Yvonne sighed as he leaned back on her chair, as a fellow nurse giggled behind her.

"It seems like Doctor Zayne has found himself in a pickle."

Yvonne sighs again and looked at the direction of their Cardiac Doctors office with a face filled with pity.

"He does."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

*Knock* *Knock* *Knock*

3 knocks was heard as the famous cardiac surgeon/doctor was working on his computer with his usual stoic face on as he mindlessly asked the person who knocked to come in.

Only when he saw your figure enter did his face softened at the sight of you, but It son faded as you looked at him with sorrowful eyes.

Concerned, he stood up from his desk and walked towards you in a slow manner but you seemed to back away from him.

"..... Darling? Whats the matter?" He asked as he continued to look at you with genuine concern.

You winced as it seems like Zayne had forgotten your date.... again.

Yes. This wasn't the first time that Zayne forgot dates.

"You forgot again." I said as I looked up into his pretty orbs that I loved to stare at so much.

I watched as the realization hits his face.

I watched as he uncomfortably shifts around before setting his gaze at me with an unreadable emotion present on his face.

"I.." He stops midway and seeing this I just clench my fists together and made sure to give him a piece of my mind... and heart.

"Zayne, this has been happening too recently... I feel like you're trying to slip away from me." I said but I swallowed the rest of the wards that itched to come out.

"I'll... I'll make it up to you. I have the day this coming weekend, I apologize. The patients of Akso Hospital had increased over the weeks and we became understaffed.. I didn't mean to-"

"Stop.. just stop it Zayne." I turned my back on him as I felt my eyes burning.

"I think... we need a break from each other.. at least until you have enough time for me." I opened the door and preceded to walk away from his office.

. . . .

Zayne stayed standing at the same spot you had left him for an hour. Thinking about the events that had occurred.

He decided that he didn't want you both to end it like this- even if you said 'taking a break' he just didn't want to.

So he clocked out quickly, got in his car and drove straight to your house; hoping that you both could solve this by having a conversation... but if you don't want that the, I guess he really screwed up big time huh..

After finding a parking spot for his car, he made sure to buy flowers first (Your favorite ones of course) along with a heartfelt apology.

. . . . .

You plopped down on your comfy bed and closed your eyes in exhaustion.... however, your mind started drifting to the events that happened an hour ago.

Were you too harsh?

Did you do the right thing?

Were you selfish for not understanding Zayne's situation more?

Those were the type of thoughts swirling through your head as you desperately tried to get some sleep.

After sometime of you still not being able to get some sleep, you grabbed your phone from your desk and opened your boyfriends cell number, staring at the nickname and picture you set for him.

You pondered on whether you should call him or not...

After giving it some thought- you decided that why not? But as your finger hovered the call bottom the doorbell of your apartment rang.

Blinking confusingly, you set your door back down to its original place and walked outside your bedroom to the front door.

Looking into the peephole, you were shocked to see Zayne- holding... flowers... Jasmines to be more specific.

I unlocked the door and opened it wide, he briefly looked surprised for a moment.

"Zayne.. why are you here? I though that the hospital needed you." I said, my own voice betraying me as it came out in a bitter tone.

"Could i...come in?" He asked and I thought about it moment before sighing and stepping aside to let him in.

He ushered a 'thank you' to me as he walked inside my apartment.

I instructed him to sit down on the couch as I make tea for him and me. I looked at him from the corner of my eye and saw him deep in thought.

I gave him the tea and sat down beside him, I let a few moments pass before I speak.

"I-" "Plea-"

"................"

"You go first.." I said sipping my tea as he cleared his throat.

"Please accept these Jasmines that I grew inside of my office" He said as he nudged the Jasmines towards me.

I hesitantly took the freshly looking Jasmines from him and let out a meek 'Thank you'

"And please also... accept my apologies, even if I know that I'm undeserving of it-"

"Zayne plea-"

"You don't deserve this-"

"Zayne.. I should be the one to apologize."

He looked stunned for a moment and was about to refuse my statement but I spoke before he could.

"You always made time for me, I just... I just didn't realize nor have I seen it.... You were always there for me not only as my physical physician but also as the... love of my life." I said clenching my heart as I let out this confession of mines.

"Could i... hug you?" I almost let out a sigh of relief as I nod and wrap my arms around him tightly.

"Can I be... selfish tonight, my love?" He said our faces inches away from each other.

I slowly nod as our faces got closer and closer...till our noses touches... our breathes and finally...

Our lips touch and It eventually evolves into a deep and passionate one.

"I took a day off tomorrow, so we won't have to worry about sleeping in or waking up late..." He said as he breaths heavily.

I blush but smile slightly.... maybe me and Zayne will be alright...

As she drifts away into a deep sleep against his chest, he swiftly bridal carries her and walked inside her room to setting her on her bed, tucking her in nice and warm- leaving a warm forehead kiss reserved just for her.

He gently sits himself on her bed and looks at her with warm, softened eyes as he began caressing her hair.

"I... love you more than anything. My Jasmine"

"I won't let this mistake of mines happen again.

"You ready Rafayel?" I asked as I make sure my makeup was perfect.

"Just a second!" He said, his voice echoing inside the bathroom.

I sigh and get up and walked towards the bathroom door, leaning against the door.

"You sure are taking awhile..." I said a nonchalant expression present on my face as I saw him with his shirt unbutton as he turned towards with a smug smirk on.

"Thomas and you said that I should look as formal as possible for the auction so I am just taking my time to make sure I do look good~"

"Your just making sure we're late enough to miss the entire event aren't you?"

"...... Ugh- why are you siding with Thomas by the way? I'm your boyfriend... not him!" Said by the artist, pouting at me and crossing is arms.

I shook my head and turned around from him, planning to just text Thomas that maybe me and Rafayel would be late but I felt two strong arms wrap around me.

"Rafayel...?"

"You smell nice..."

"Stop kidding around and just hurry up-"

"I'm not kidding you do smell nice!

He turned me around to look at him and I blushed at our closeness and the look he gave me.....

"You also look... gorgeous" He said, smiling down at me.

"Hurry up so we can go.. you goofy fish." I said and boop his nose as he chuckles and went inside the bathroom.

I sigh and tried my best to fan my face, as it was hot and probably red.

After a few minutes Rafayel was finally finished and we both drove to the auction place via Rafayel's sports car.

"Rafayel! Good that you're here... some potential buyers wanna meet you, could you spare them a moment?" Thomas yelled as he walked towards us as we both entered inside.

Rafayel looked at me for confirmation, I nod and he was led away by Thomas to the other side of the room.

I sat down by the bar and asked a drink for myself, as the bartender put my drink in front of me; I took my purse out to pay for it.

"Here. I'll pay for the lady." I heard someone say beside me.

I quickly looked to the person sitting beside me. It was a man, seeming to be in his late 30s.

I force a smile on my face as I thank him for his 'Kindness'.

"You really are beautiful in person... even from across the room" He said as he scanned me up and down.

I swift uncomfortably and take a sip of my drink, remaining silent as I silently prey that this man would just leave me alone.

"Not a talker? Didn't expect that as you were all but smiley when you were with that famous artist. Rafayel."

"...."

"Still not gonna talk sweetheart? Well I-"

"What do you want with Rafayel..?" I cut him off and glare at him slightly.

He chuckles as he leans closer to my face and lets his neck words out in a whisper.

"You see, I want that painting for myself. However, Thomas said that it's an auction so I should just... fight for it when the auction starts."

I urge him to go on as I lean even closer, as the music was starting to get too loud.

"I'm willing to pay a great sum of money for that painting without even bidding..." He said and his next words bought me chills on my spine.

"And I'm willing to pay to have you as my own as well."

I quickly get up from my sit but he grabbed me by the arm and chuckles.

"I'm not letting my prey get away that easily..." He said darkly.

I was about to kick him when a hand grabs his that was on my arm, it was Rafayel! I almost fall back but was caught by the arms by Thomas that was behind me.

I saw Rafayel gripping the mans arm hard as he cries from pain.

"Rafayel! Let the guards handle this, we shouldn't create a-"

Rafayel throws the man on the ground and grabbed me away from Thomas.

Thomas calls for Rafayel, saying that the auction isn't over yet but I doubt he'd want to go back there.

I stare back at Thomas, silently apologizing as me and Rafayel walks over to his car.

Driving back to his place, it was quiet- painfully quiet.

As we come to a stop, he opens the passenger sits door and grabs me by the wrist; pulling me out of the car in a rough manner.

"Rafayel! You're gripping onto me too hard!" I yelled but he ignored my cries and took me to the bathroom.

I watched as he turned the bathtubs tap on.

"Ra...Rafayel?"

"Get in."

"Huh?"

He then tried to get me in the bathtub that was already overflowing, "Rafayel! ..... Stop!" I yelped as my legs hit the front of the tub and I fell into the tub, I closed my eyes as I felt the warm water embracing my whole body.

I coughed and rubbed my eyes as my glared at the man who was on top of me, I guess he also fell inside the tub as his clothes were wet as well.

"What is.. WITH YOU RAFAYEL!?" I yelled angrily at him, my eyes burning from the water and my frustrated tears.

"You let him get close to you Y/n! Now you smell like him and it.. it infuriates me!" He argued back at me with emotions I couldn't understand.

I scoffed at this.

"How could you be so childish? Not only did you underestimate me, you also made a scene! Thomas must be running around like a deer in headlights because of that stun you did." I said, breaking heavily.

Rafayel silently got off the tub and walked away, as I tried to processed the whole situation.

After a couple hours had passed, and me putting on some more comfortable clothes that I had left in Rafayel's place just in case.

I decided to try and look for him as I haven't seen him in the last couple of hours, just as I was about to give up I saw the bathroom door slightly ajar.

I peeked inside and saw Rafayel inside the tub, half naked and surrounded by water, his eyes were closed and he seemed relaxed.

I slowly walked inside and kneel beside the tub, I brought my hand to his cheek brushed the flesh slowly.

A lot of things were swirling inside my mind, i... obviously want to apologize for my behavior but.... I was also upset at him for not even considering his reputation.

I sigh softly and was about to bring my hand back to my side but a cold hand firmly gripping mines keeps it in place.

"Rafayel?"

He opens his eyes and we both stare at each other for a good minute.

"I... Rafayel, could you get freshened up? I need to talk to you."

"Why not talk here?"

"Your in the bathtub, I want us to talk seriously."

"I don't want to get out yet."

Ugh.. every so stubborn.

I sigh and got up from my kneeling position but he still wouldn't let go of my hand....

"Rafayel... I can't do this with you right now, please jus-" My sentence was cut short as I let up a small scream, pulling me inside the tub with him; soaking the clothes I had just wore a couple hours ago.

"Rafayel! Ugh... now my clothes are-"

"You wanted to talk right? Let's talk."

I gave up and let him position me properly on his lap.

"I'm sorry for the words I said earlier.. I was just... upset with what you did even if I should have thanked you for saving me." I looked down aka away from him as I couldn't bear to look him in the eyes to save myself the embarrassment.

"Hmph. Good thing you realized." He said and I pouted at his response as I thought he would be more grateful at my apology.

"But I know I'm wrong as well." I looked up at him in surprise at this as I didn't expect it from him.

"I know that my actions hurt you, cutie." He gently stroked my cheek with his cold fingers.

"I let the passion and my desires take over me, turning me into a beast thats possessive of you." I gasped as he bites the end of my palm, pulling me closer to him.

"Shouldn't you take responsibly? And make me feel... better?"

He whispered against my lips as our faces inch closer and closer....

Our lips touch and danced in a soundless rhyme, our hearts beating in harmony- both loud and fast.

I put both my hands on his chest and slowly push me away from my lips even if I knew we were both hungry for more.

He presses his forehead against mines and the other noises that can be heard is our heavy breathing and maybe even our beating hearts.

I sigh as he then presses his head deep inside my neck, his hands caressing my sides.

"You still... have that lout's scent on you, and thats a problem."

"Ra...Rafayel.."

"Don't worry, cutie. I'll make it up to you for making you upset."

Thank you so much for this wonderful request!

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[itzynabi]

survival show

summary: in which eve gets made an offer

set: late jan 2018

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mention of food

an: i feel like it’s been 1929283 years but i’m finally posting another scenario. more shineeve for your feed. words in bold are english. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💐

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Eve poked her head through the office door. “You asked to see me?”

Jinyoung nodded, gesturing at the chair in front of his desk. When she sat down, she leaned back in his chair.

“How are you?” He asked.

“I’m fine,” she said.

“That’s good, that’s good.” He nodded. Clapping his hands, he leaned forward, placing his arms on the desk. “I don’t want to waste your time, so let me get right into it. There’s going to be another season of Produce 101 coming up and Mnet asked me if I had any trainees I’d like on the show and I thought of you.” He pointed at her.

“Um, that’s–”

“I know that you’ve been going through some stuff recently,” he interrupted, “and you probably don’t want to do a survival show, but–” he shrugged his shoulders, leaning back in his chair again– “I figured you could use a distraction.”

Eve nodded slowly, playing with her fingers. “When does it start shooting?”

“Sometime in February or March. It won’t start airing until later, though.” He played with his rings, staring at the trainee. “How about you think about it? Come back to me in… a week?”

“Yeah, okay.” She stood up from her chair. “Thank you,” she said, bowing before she left.

“And what did you say?” Somi asked.

“Nothing,” Eve answered. “He said he’d give me a week to think about it. So, I’m going to think about it.”

The two girls were at a Korean BBQ place, having agreed to meet for dinner. Eve had just told her friend about the offer Jinyoung made her.

“Unnie, you have to do it!” Somi said, making herself another lettuce wrap. “You’d blow the roof off the place, you’re one of the most talented people I know.” She shoved the wrap into her mouth.

Eve watched over the meat as it cooked. “I don’t know.” She sighed. “I just don’t feel ready.”

Somi rolled her eyes exasperatedly. “That was your excuse for not going on Sixteen. I’m beginning to think you don’t want to debut.”

“Yes, I do! I just want to make sure that when I present myself to the world, I’m at my best.”

“Unnie, there’s no way you can be at your best as a trainee. You’re going to learn more as you’re in the industry,” Somi told her. “Have you told your brother?”

Eve shook her head. “I forgot to tell him yesterday and he’s in practises for SHINee’s upcoming concerts.” She said, assembling her own wrap. “I told my parents and they said they’ll support whatever I choose.” She stopped moving, staring Somi in the eye. “My dad very unsubtly said he wants me to say yes.”

Somi burst out laughing, clapping her hands. “Your dad knows what I’m talking about! Unnie, you are too talented to not make your debut.”

Eve hesitated to eat her wrap. “I… whatever!” She exclaimed, showing the wrap in her mouth. “Enough about me,” she said as she chewed. “What’s new with you?”

Somi groaned. “Just trying to negotiate with PD-nim about my solo debut. The usual.”

Eve chuckled, all too aware of her friends’ struggle with seeing eye-to-eye with their CEO. “I think you might just convince him one of these days.”

“You bet?” Somi asked, a hopeful glint in her eyes.

Eve nodded. “Yeah. And if he doesn’t budge, I’ll fight him for you,” she promised, causing the younger girl to smile.

“Thank you, unnie.”

Eve rolled her eyes, a smile gracing her face. “Yeah, yeah. Eat more.” She put more meat on Somi’s plate.

The next day, Eve walked to the elevators of the SM Entertainment building, dragging her school bag as she walked and entered the first one that opened. She went to the floor that SHINee’s practice room was on, knocking on the door when she arrived. There was silence on the other end and then–

“Come in, princess!” Minho shouted.

She entered the room, letting go of her bag when she closed the room. “I’ve arrived,” she said, doing jazz hands. The four men were scattered in the room: Minho by the speakers, Taemin on the bench, Jinki lying starfish on the ground and Kibum staring at himself in the mirror, going over choreography. Her eyes roamed the room some more, looking for a fifth man, but stopped once she remembered.

“We see that.” Minho chuckled.

“Your hair’s so messy,” Taemin said, pointing at her sad excuse for a ballet bun.

She ran her hand through it. “We ran through every dance five times today and did extra strength and conditioning. Teacher Haeun wants us to do the dances in our sleep! Since it’s the senior’s last performance as students, she wants it to be our best one ever.”

“Right!” Taemin exclaimed. “You’re graduating this year!”

“Finally!” She groaned, making Taemin laugh.

“Make sure you don’t work too hard,” Jinki warned, raising his arm in warning.

Eve saluted. “You got it.” She chuckled as he laughed. Looking to Kibum, she shifted on her feet. “Oppa, can I talk to you?”

Kibum stopped going over the choreography, turned around and looked at her. “What’s up?” He asked, walking to her.

She shook her head. “Nothing major. I just need your advice.”

“I can also give you advice!” Minho shouted, walking to the siblings. The three of them sat down on the floor near the door.

“So,” she started, “JYP PD-nim said that he wants to put me on the upcoming season of Produce 48, but I don’t know if I should.”

“Do you want to?” Kibum asked her.

She shook her head. “I don’t know. I think about going on the show and I’m scared. I think about not going on the show, and I’m filled with regret.”

“When do you need to answer him?”

“Um…” She checked the date on her phone. “Three days.”

“I think you should do it,” Taemin spoke up from across the room. He walked to the trio, Jinki following behind him, and sat down with them. “You’ll obviously come in first place and debut.”

“You’re way too talented to still be a trainee,” Jinki added.

She pursed her lips in thought. “You think? Because Somi said the same thing, but I don’t know.”

Kibum lightly shoved her shoulder. “Yah! What’s the worst that could happen? And don’t take that as an invitation to start listing out bad things,” he said, stopping Eve from doing exactly that.

Minho squeezed her leg. “You’re just overthinking it.”

“That’s literally all I do,” she said.

“Close your eyes,” Jinki instructed, tapping her incessantly when she didn’t immediately obey. “Take a deep breath.” He waited for her to do as instructed. “Squeeze your hands. Now, roll your shoulders back. What’s your favourite colour?”

“Pink,” she answered.

“Song?”

“1 of 1.”

“Do you want to do the show?”

“Yes– Oh.” She opened her eyes, looking at the oldest member. “Oh.”

“Hyung, you’re like a wizard,” Kibum commented, shifting away from his member. “But now that you know, are you going to do the show?” He asked his sister.

Eve nodded slowly, thinking it through. “Yeah. I think I am.”

Taemin whooped. “Yeah!”

She sat on her heels, leant forward and wrapped the members in a hug. “Thank you ahjussi’s.”

Minho reached up, wrapping his hand around her wrist. “No problem, Nabi.”

Eve knocked on Jinyoung’s office door, entering when he let her. Looking up from the papers on his desk, he smiled at her.

“I assume you thought it over?” He asked.

She nodded her head. “Yes, I did and I would like to do the show.”

His smile got bigger at her words. “That’s great news! I’ll tell the executives.” She nodded, turning to leave the room, but stopped at the sound of his voice. “This is really great. I’m… I’m planning on debuting a girl group,” he told her, “and I wanted you in it, but I wasn’t sure if you were ready. But this will be a good opportunity to test you — see if you’re ready.” He looked down at the papers on his desk. “Your debut in the group will depend on your performance on Produce 48,” he said, “so make sure to do a good job.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, gulping. She couldn’t deny the amount of pressure she felt too do good in order to debut in a permanent group.

He smiled at her once more. “You may go,” he dismissed.

Eve nodded, leaving his office. She walked to the elevator, going down to the practice rooms for her lesson. As she approached her room, she pulled out her phone.

[nabi’s ahjussi’s]

nabi [18:34] i told PD-nim i’d do the survival show

keybutt (ahjussi #3) [18:34] yeah!!!!!!!!!!! woohoo!!!!

taem (ahjussi #5) [18:34] fighting nabi fighting!!

flaming charisma (ahjussi #4) [18:34] we’ll make sure to support you!!!

Eve stifled a laugh when Jinki sent a dancing gif. She turned her phone off, putting it in her dance bag. As she entered the room with the other trainees, she told herself she’d work harder than anyone in the entire trainee system to secure her place in the new girl group.

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©️ kim nabi

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NCT Spooky Season [Day 5]

The Haunted Complex

TW: Ghosts, Haunted Building Genre: Romance Pairing: Dong Sicheng x Reader YN Pronouns: Not specified Word Count: 0.7K Prompt: “Oh yeah, the sheet ghost is so scary” “Not that! The thing behind it!”

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Notes: Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

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If you were being honest, here, you'd consider yourself a skeptic when it comes to ghosts. You're a believer of science first and foremost, a true non-believer, so to say. Your boyfriend, Sicheng, on the other hand, is the most superstitious and ghost-fearing person probably in the world. You love him to death, of course, but you can only handle so much of the 'No way! It's haunted!' statements when you want to explore somewhere cool.

"I swear, (Y/N), you could see a ghost right in front of you and you'd think it was an illusion."

"That's probably because it would be, there's no such thing as ghosts," you told him.

"Are we even allowed to be here?" He looks up at the old building while you pull one of the boards covering the entrance off.

"Nope," you had an evil grin and Sicheng sighed. "Now come on! You either come with me or I go in alone," you offered.

"What?! You can't go in there alone! Fine! One hour!" Sicheng walks in first and you couldn't hide your excitement.

"Yes! Nice!" You followed in after him. You turned your flashlight on and shone it on anything that caught your eye. Who knows what this building used to be used for before? A lot of it was hidden from weather and age, leaving only small traces behind. "Ooh, Sicheng! Look at this!" You illuminated the bulletin board in front of you and pointed at one of the flyers.

"Call if you're interested in having a roommate," Sicheng recites.

"Huh, I kind of hated my roommates before," you shrugged.

"Were they really that bad? They were always nice when I was over," Sicheng takes out his flashlight too.

"Not bad, per se, just... so messy," you shuddered. "Let's go upstairs," you pointed the flashlight toward the staircase and Sicheng hesitated after seeing the cobweb above the door. "Don't worry, if there are any spiders I'll shoo them away," you waited for him to catch up with you before continuing.

"I really don't like the vibes of this place, (Y/N)," he rubs his arms up and down, shining his flashlight toward anything that seemed scary.

"You know what's worse than feeling like there's something scary around you?" You asked him.

"What?"

"Seeing it." He turned his flashlight off immediately and looked forward, and you couldn't stop the small laugh. "You are so adorable, Sicheng, don't worry! Ghosts don't exist and, if they did, I'd protect you from them!" You shot him a confident look, but you could tell he still wasn't convinced.

Now on the second floor, you and Sicheng were able to explore an abandoned unit, a couple of closets, and the bathroom. So far, nothing out of the ordinary for an abandoned complex, mostly quiet and a little eerie, there wasn't even a sound of dripping water. Just silence. But the longer you were in here the more uneasy you felt, maybe Sicheng was rubbing off on you a little too much, usually, you were the more dauntless of the duo, but his shaky eyes and the fact that he couldn't stand still for even a few minutes was starting to make you jittery too, until you finally heard him scream.

"Sicheng! What?!" You looked behind you and toward him.

"G... G... Ghost!" He shouts. You look forward again.

"Oh, yeah, that sheet ghost is so scary," you pulled the sheet off of the mannequin which, in many ways, was also terrifying. Especially since it was in the middle of the hallway. Covered.

"Not that!" Sicheng takes your shoulders and points further down the dark hallway, "the thing behind it!" Sicheng points at the elongated figure down the hall.

"Holy... holy shit," your jaw drops and, somehow, it seems to get closer. "Run."

"What?"

"Run!" You take his hand and you both bolt down the stairs, dashing out of the complex, into your car, and not even bothering to put your seat belts on while Sicheng slammed on the gas to get the hell out of there.

After a few minutes of silence, Sicheng was the one to speak up first.

"(Y/N)... you haven't looked anywhere but forward since we left."

"So have you, and you're the one driving," you didn't look at him.

"I don't want to check my mirrors."

"Why?"

"What if..."

"Don't you dare say it."

"So... do you believe in ghosts now?"

"... yes."

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[hells-wells]

Start Of Something New 4

The day after saving Mokuba, you and Tea are walking to school when she notices the bruises left from the previous day, and so do the rest of the gang. With Work placement coming up, everyone is excited to see where they'll end up.

With a surprise appearance from Seto that sets everyone's tongues wagging, what will your friends think?

Later on, Joey organizes for the gang to spend the night at the arcade, what surprises will follow?

Reader X Seto, Reader X Kaiba, Joey jealous X reader?

The timeline is between the end of Duelist Kingdom and Battle City

********** Please give any feedback, it's greatly appreciated!

“So, how did you get the bruises Y/n?” Tea eyed you suspiciously as you both walked past the school gates.

You nervously fidgeted with your hair “Umm… Ok, it’s not a big deal but I came across two guys that were about to hurt Mokuba in the city yesterday…” unwrapping your school blazer from your waist, you wore it, hoping it would cover some of the marks left. 

She stopped grabbing your shoulders “Mokuba?... As in Kaiba?!” You nodded “And you what decided to jump in and fight?!” She sighed heavily “I swear you’re more like Joey and Tristan sometimes.” Lightly touched your face “But you’re ok?”

You smiled “Yeah, I’m fine, Seto actually saved the day.”

You watched as her eyes practically popped out of her head “Whoa, whoa, wait… Kaiba helped you? I have a hard time imagining that.” you both continued to walk.

You let out a small laugh “To be fair Mokuba probably talked him into it.”

She continued to eye you suspiciously “Maybe…”

Yugi and Joey ran up and joined you, bringing the conversion to a stop.

“Hey” You smiled warmly.

“Whadda we miss? Anything Important?” Joey stopped in his tracks “What the fuck? Are you ok?!” He grabbed your face, pulling you in closer.

“I’m fine, really.” Shaking him off you continued to walk.

He continued to eye you “You’d tell us if someone hurt you?” You nodded in reply.

“We were just talking about career day.” Tea gave you a wink.

“Oh, what are guys signing up for?” Yugi asked.

You shrugged “I’m waiting to see what's available. What about you?”

“I’ll be working at my grandpa’s shop.” Not surprised at all you giggled. 

“Same” Joey jumped in the conversion. 

“I’m hoping for the dance studio” -Tea mused.

The sound of the bell rang as the group walked through the double doors, making their way to class, and patiently waiting for the assignments.

“Ok class, there’s been, ah, umm, change this year. I know there was a lot of interest in KaibaCorp but they’ve decided they’ll be choosing the students this year…” The room erupted “I know everyone is upset but there isn’t much we could do about it.” Even the teacher looked annoyed. The class broke out in confusion and annoyance.

“Boo!”

“That’s not fair!”

“But I wanted–”

Leaning towards you “What do you think happened?” Tea whispered.

You shrugged “I have no idea but guess I’m definitely not getting that assignment.” 

The teacher yelled over the raised voices “Everyone quiet down, we have an important guest!” everyone fell silent and you nearly fell out of your seat when Seto walked in.

What the fuck is happening right now?

You failed to hide the smile on your face, Joey noticed as he huffed next to you.

“Alright, listen up. I’ve gone through the applicants for KaibaCorp.” His eyes fell on you, he noticed the blush that was spreading across your face “Now, the amount of you who thought you were good enough for my company is laughable… There were only three students that might be worth having around.”

Everyone sat there dumbfounded 

Wonder who? 

“Make any mistakes and you’re gone, I expect nothing but the best… Zeke Snow, Oliver Thompson and… Y/n Y/l/n.” You felt like everyone’s eyes were on you now “Roland here will hand you the folders, I expect you to memorize everything.”

Roland handed them out, as he stopped at your desk “Miss Y/n, the starting information is also inside.”

You nodded “Thank you, Roland.” taking the folder you noticed everyone’s eyes were on you, especially his fan club.

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After class you all met up on the roof, Joey and Yugi were the first ones there.

“So, wanna tell us what that was all about?” Joey leaned on the wire, eyes glaring your way.

Letting out a sigh as you sat down next to them “I put my name down for a few different places.”

Yugi nodded and lightly gave “Yeah but, don’t you think it’s odd that Kaiba chose you? I mean, he’s not exactly our biggest fan…” 

It took everything in you not to roll your eyes  “Look, it’s probably a thank you…” They both looked confused, Tristan and Tea walked up behind you “I came across Mokuba yesterday and he nearly got hurt, I helped. That’s it.”

Joey leapt towards you “And that’s how you got hurt? For that rich boy?!”

Biting your lower lip, trying to stop your temper “For Mokuba, yes, but I’m fine. Ok, guys?”

“I still don’t like it,” Joey grumbled.

You were thankful when Tea jumped in “Well, no one is asking you. So drop it.” she sat down beside you.

Tristen stood next to Joey “They’re not wrong, Kaiba isn’t exactly known for being nice.” 

You groaned “Can we talk about anything else?”

Tea let out a small laugh “On the funny side, did you see his fan club faces? I thought they were about to scream!”

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As the day finished up you were walking home when you heard Joey call out for you, turning around he run up to you.

“Geez, I’ve only been call’n for ages.”

“Sorry, what’s up?

“Nah, was just think’n that we haven’t hung out in ages, so we were gonna head to the arcade tonight.”

You eyed him “Sounds like fun, what time?”

He smiled brightly “Say, 7.”

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The evening arrived, and you took a taxi to the arcade, walking towards the steps, you stopped to look up at the night sky. There was something about a full moon that you loved.

“Hey, up there!” Joey’s voice rang out.

You continued until you were standing next to him “Hey!... Are we the first ones here?”

“Ehhh, about that, Gramps needed Yugi for something, Tristan had to babysit and Tea’s working.” He sheepishly gave.

That struck you as odd but brushed it off “Ohhhh… Did you still want to?” You pointed at the building.

His hand pushed your lower back forward “Duh!” letting out a small laugh as both of you went in “Doesn’t mean we can’t have fun.”

The two of you spent the night playing games, from laser tag to checking out the new duelling platform, taking photos in the photo booth, and only sitting down for something to eat. 

You were finishing off your fries when you noticed he was looking at you “Is there something on my face?”

Joey lightly blushed “Eh, nah… Was just think’n that tonight was fun.”

You let out a small laugh “It was, the remodel looks really good.”

You noticed he became a little awkward “D-did ya want the photos?” he held them up, waving them back and forth.

“How about we split them?” Taking them you rip the booth photos into twos, one each. 

[tarot-by-e11e]

Hello~

How are you doing?

Here I'm back for the feedback :

The way this reading resonated with me was outright INSANE as if you've planted webcam in my mind and even that would be less cause the specificity? NO WAY!! Just when you began to talk about the "adults" And their controlling, i gasped, because of how well you tapped in my world. Also, it's one thing to be vague but it's another to tap in vividly which just tells me how great of a reader you are and your energy as well. And THIS—I'm gonna say this, unlike the many readers in here you even go your way of above and beyond by giving us such detailed reading which somehow speaks to soul— that too in a game, is profound, truly. The examples you provided about the politics and assessors, it opened my eyes as to how I'm really letting people walk all over me, leaving me grasping over straws. This really gave me motivation as to how I should not feel let down or lonely just because few people overlook me and I'll find the right people too.

Each words of you helped me see through that indeed tools in my hand are to carve the path.

AND, I've been racking my mind since past hour to find the title but i just can't, I'm going havoc! If I do find it, I'll tell you right up! If you recognize then I'll leave some points about that manhwa— it's a zombie apocalypse comic, the protagonist turns right back to a particular point if she tries to kill herself.. (Can't spoil more.. ><) AND omg you read manhwas?! Which ones have you read so far and can you give me reccs?! I'll also give mine : "Eaternal nocturnal", "omniscient reader's viewpoint", "suitor armor", "study group".

Thank you so much for the help and yes I'll definitely look into ways to cleanse my place, a bit unnerving, but I'll do it!

The GIF which you sticked, it reminded me of your lovely cat..and i am returning you the warmest, biggest and squeezing hug I could ever muster up too, I know that I don't know and only you know how hard must it be for you to cope up with the loss, and i lack words but i hope in every lifetime you get her as your companion, and i hope you still know the fact that your cat's soul must be watching over you while being proud and cheering you on every step of way..

Thank you so VERY much for your time, energy and guidance. I hope you also thrive while being alive. Take care of your beautiful self and nurture your soul and energy! Don not overwork yourself please.

(Sending feedback again, cus I think yesterday it might not have reached you due to sudden wifi cut off... 😪)

Hi dear,

Thank you for taking the time to send me such thorough feedback again. I just didn't have enough mental bandwidth to respond properly.

I promise I don't have a webcam on you LOL~ I'm allowed to take this as an interesting way to compliment my skills, right? I absolutely love how you described how much you resonated with the reading~

When it comes to my reading, I read in a way where I know I did right by those who come to me for a reading. That's why I struggle with doing one-paragraph reading interpretations.

Ahehehe, I'm currently into webtoons, manhwas and mangas that I tend to just jump into any one of them that gets updated~ So if I'm not reading, Skip Beat, Solo Farmer in the Tower, The Brilliant Healer's New Life in the Shadows, I'm Being Raised by the Villains, Under the Oak Tree, etc. I'm definitely checking out the titles you shared~

Don't go breaking your bank or burning money just to find ways to cleanse your space okay? You can do cleansing on a budget!

Awwww thank you dear! I really appreciate it! She's actually my second fur feline baby. I tend to attract tuxedo cats and black and white calicos.

I enjoy doing readings like these; I feel more at home doing ask game readings and paid tarot readings, but I know I should start making more PAC readings. Like I mentioned in my post today, I'm contemplating on making tarot content for my birth month.

My birthday wish this year is actually to get more paid tarot reading requests so that I can finally buy my own laptop for work, a cheaper gift for myself would likely be my dream art supplies like Sennelier oil pastes, CarboThello Pastel pencils and a bunch of those high quality watercolor and mix media journal sketchbooks!

I thoroughly enjoy being a cozy homebody who makes different art pieces while sipping herbal teas. So, my wish list tends to be related to those things.

If you could take the time to wish me well, then can you wish me well in publishing my poetry book next year?

[thestitchywitchy]

Heyy, Beautiful Queen! How have you been doing? Hope life has been treating you lovely!🥰❤️ I’m here for the TRICK OR TREATs, if I may? My initials are E.L.A. and the emojis I connect to/use the most are these: 🩷🥹🎀🖤. I choose the Island Time Wellness: Love Oracle deck if Baxter thinks I deserve a treat this year, haha!🤭 I decided to do a mood board as my treat for you! So glad you are accepting treats this year! You definitely deserve them!🥳🩷 So here I gooo…

Basically the vibes I get from you are that you are very sweet yet you like what people would consider “darker” things in life, e.g. horror movies, darker pieces of literature (like Edgar Allan Poe’s works), murder mystery podcasts and similar things. Also crows came to my mind, so I would say you embody the crow’s energy: mystical, magical, mysterious, yet very kind to those who are kind to you, hence the quote I put in the middle. I feel like you wouldn’t hesitate to sacrifice, so to speak, for the ones you love, even if it literally meant going to Hell and back. You have a sweet and pure soul, that’s for sure! I truly adore your energy!🥰🩷

I hope this message wasn’t too long and you enjoyed the treat and of course - Happy Halloween!🫶👻🎃

Hello, hello dear! Im 100% sure I know this energy but I don't recognize your username!! Please let me know who you are! I have my inkling but don't want to be wrong lol. Thank you so much for this moodboard and your thoughts 💜 I related to your moodboard the most out of all the others i got this year (but am still deeply thankful for all the wonderful treats i got this year) this is the sweetest treat and you literally got everything right about me in your blurb 😆

Treat! 🍭

You received Ascending, Mask, and The Snake. So what I'm seeing here is that you're about to enter into a new era in life. You're shedding your old ways of thinking which is a wonderful start, but there are still a few things left for you to shed before you truly ascend into that next phase of your life. Spirit is saying that you don't have to pretend anymore. You can finally start acting like the person you truly want, and know you are, deep down inside. It's time to start telling others how you truly feel, rather than sugar coating things as to appease them and not start any drama. But Spirit is saying it's time for you to start ruffling a few feathers. You may have had issues in the past with comparing yourself to others but Spirit wants you to know that the only competition that you have is yourself. The best thing you can strive for is to be a better you than you were yesterday. Forget about what anyone else is doing. You are your first priority. Don't make hidden enemies for yourself.

Hope this message finds you well! Feedback would be greatly appreciated 💜

🧵 stitchy

[nachtmxdchen]

Cha Hakyeon - Choreography Mashup

[rebelwrites]

Rumour Has It

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Maybe Summer Doesn’t Have To End

Summary: The aftermath of being papped and seeing what the fans are saying.

Warnings: smoking, body issues

A/N Kept this shorter as didn’t want to take away from the moment

As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️

Ever since the girls flew home you had hardly been on social media, in fact you only really used your phone to check in with Rena and take pictures. You want to live in the moment making memories rather than hide behind the screen. It had been a nice break seeing as your phone was normally glued to your hand. You had posted a couple of photos of the scenery but that was it.

Seeing Rena’s face pop up on the screen made you panic, she always texted but never called. Accepting the incoming facetime you propped your phone up on the dresser smiling at her as you grabbed your makeup bag.

“Hey.” you smiled.

“How are you so calm?” she asked, eyes wide at your chilled out state.

“I feel like you had part of this conversation without me.” you laughed, raising your brow at her. “You are going to have to elaborate for me sis.”

Her expression changed from shocked to excited to confused in a matter of seconds.

“Okay,” she breathed, running her hand over her face before she grabbed her ipad, spinning it around so you could see the screen. Squinting at your phone you still couldn’t see what she was showing you. “You are all over instagram and TikTok.”

Her statement caused you to freeze. You had so many questions, you hadn’t posted anything about you and Charles on any of your social media platforms.

Rena could see the confusion radiating off you causing her to smirk. “Someone has put your scenery pics together with Charles’ and the whole fanbase has gone into detective mode.” she laughed, throwing her ipad onto the bed. “Then last night someone spotted you and Charles together, when you were on the beach and the internet has blown up. A lot of the titles are rumours.”

Taking a breath you took a moment to process the information you had been given. You never really thought about that side of having a fling with Charles, even though it was bound to happen eventually.

Your head started to spin as Rena kept saying all the headlines and comments she had found. Dropping your makeup brush on the counter you spotted a crumpled cigarette packet sticking out of your makeup bag, reaching for the cardboard you flipped the lid up finding one cigarette laying in the carton, albeit a little crushed. Silently you picked your phone up along with the cigarette, completely zoned out on what your older sister was telling you as you fumbled around looking for a lighter, it didn’t take long for you to find one and quickly slip out onto the balcony.

“What am I going to do Rena?” You sighed, lighting the cigarette taking a long drag. “I got a call yesterday morning from Ferrari for a phone interview whilst we were at his mums.” Taking another drag of the cig you exhaled watching the smoke dance in the light breeze. “Char doesn’t know I applied for the job let alone got a phone interview. What if he thinks I’m just using him to get the position?”

“You need to speak to him.” She hummed, trying to calm you down.

“I can’t Re, especially if I don’t get the job then I’m getting both of our hopes up.” You whispered, taking another drag of the smoke. The tears that you tried to hold back spilled over your lash line, rolling down your cheeks. “I’m not cut out for this, I’m just a normal girl from the UK.”

That’s when you made the fatal mistake of swiping up on your screen causing Rena’s face to shrink to the top corner of the page. You instantly went onto Instagram seeing your followers had shot up. Ignoring the number you went onto your notifications scanning through some of the comments on your older photos.

Who is she?

Where did she come from?

You aren’t good enough for Charles.

It’s weird seeing him with someone that isn’t a model.

More tears rolled down your cheeks as you swapped onto Charles’ page, reading the same sort of comments along with plenty of nice comments.

You needed to see the photo that had been circulating the internet so you swapped onto google and searched Charles name and soon enough a picture of the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms appeared on your screen. You couldn’t see your face that well in the picture but what you could see was exactly how Charles looked at you, which settled your racing heart a little.

“You’re reading the comments aren’t you?” Rena sighed, running her hand over her face. “Look you just gotta try your best to ignore them okay.”

“Easier said than done,” you sniffled, clicking on your sister's face making it go full screen again. “It just brings back memories of him. You know how bad he tore me down, especially about how I looked.”

“But he was a complete jackass, Charles isn’t like him. I’ve seen the way he looks at you.” Rena said softly. “You know I don’t believe in soul mates but when I look at you and Charles that all changes. You two are meant to be together.”

Letting out a heavy breath you hummed. “Yeah but we only have a week left together.”

“Who says you only have a week? Yes I know you two were having a bit of fun over his summer break but it’s evolved from that now.” Rena smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “If it’s meant to be, which I think this is the real deal, then you two will make it work once the season kicks off again.”

Before you could speak you heard the sliding door open signalling that Charles was coming out. Glancing over your shoulder you saw he was holding two mugs in his hand.

“I will leave you two to talk.” Rena said softly. “Things will be okay, promise.”

Charles placed the mugs on the table before wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “You’ve been crying.” He whispered, squeezing you tight before moving to crouch in front of you. “Talk to me.”

“I wasn’t built for this life, Char.” You whispered, tears once again threatening to fall. “We got papped yesterday and your fans have figured out something is going on.” You breathed, playing with Charles’ fingers. “Some of the comments.” You said trailing off. “What are people going to say when I fly home at the end of the week?”

You couldn’t hold the tears back anymore as you started to sob as your insecurities took hold. Charles instantly pulled you against his chest, running his hand up and down you back trying to soothe you.

“People are going to think I used you for fame or to better my life. I applied for a job before we came away, don’t know if I will get it but I don’t want you to think I used you to get it.” You sobbed, clutching the material of his hoodie.

“S'il te plait ne pleure pas mon ange. Please don't cry, angel.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Everything is going to be okay, I promise.” His voice was quiet as he spoke, the sound of your sobs tugging at his heart.

The soft sound of his voice was like a comfort blanket as he quietly sang something in French. You knew what he was doing, he was trying to distract you from the world of social media and it was working. Once he was happy that your crying had stopped he pulled away allowing him to see your face, his fingers gently wiping away your tears.

“What’s the job you applied for?” He hummed, brushing his fingers through your hair.

“I don’t want to say in case I don’t get it.” You said quietly, your voice still shaky as you spoke. “But it’s always been my dream to work with this company.”

“You need to have faith in yourself,” Charles grinned, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You will get it, I know you will.”

A comfortable silence washed over the pair of you as Charles moved you onto the outdoor sofa, before moving the coffees and climbing behind you so you were now sitting in between his legs.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, holding the mug in your hands. You felt extremely vulnerable right now and slightly embarrassed that you let yourself get into a state. “For getting myself worked up.”

“Sweetheart, you have nothing to be sorry for.” Charles whispered, pressing another kiss to the back of your head. “I know how hard it can be to not let the comments get to you.” He hummed, pausing to try and find the right words. “People are just jealous of what you have, jealous of your beauty.”

His words brought more tears to your eyes, your heart fluttered as he spoke. For years you spent being degraded and beaten down so this was a foreign feeling.

“Je n'ai jamais rencontré quelqu'un de plus beau.” He breathed against your ear, his lips brushing against your skin causing you to shiver. “I have never met anyone more beautiful,” he repeated, running his fingers down your arm. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life.” You nodded, finding a smile creeping on your face. “It’s crazy I’ve never felt like this with anyone, especially not this quickly.”

“I want to put a post on Instagram.” He breathed, his fingers still dancing across your skin. “With your permission of course. I know this was meant to be a fling but maybe it doesn’t have to be, maybe we can make it work.”

Taking a deep breath you nodded. “Do the post.”

Charles pulled his phone out of his pocket, opening up the camera and hit record.

“I’ve seen the comments regarding the recent pictures that have emerged about me and a special lady in my life. Some of them are disgusting. You need to remember people have feelings too, your words can affect them in ways you wouldn’t know.” He said, adjusting the grip on his phone. “Faites de meilleures personnes, soyez gentil et réfléchissez avant de parler. Do better people, be kind and think before you speak.”

Glancing over your shoulder you saw him snap a selfie with a huge grin on his face before lowering his phone, tapping away at the screen and moments later your phone buzzed signalling the notification of him posting. Instantly you felt your cheeks heat up as you never told him you have notifications turned on for when he posted.

“You are so fucking cute.” He hummed, wrapping his arms around you, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

Picking your phone up you went onto his page to see what he had posted. The image of his smiling face appeared on your screen. Hitting the translate button on the caption your heart skipped a beat.

Elle me rend si heureux

She makes me this happy

“Char,” you breathed, spinning around so you were facing him, resting your hands on his cheeks. “I don’t want this to end.”

“Neither do I darling,” he breathed, leaning forward resting his forehead against yours. “But maybe it doesn’t have to end, let’s not stress about the future right now I just want to focus on this moment.

Without saying a word you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips against his in a kiss that pretty much stopped your heart, sending shocks of electricity through your skin.

The comments and the fear of being papped are a distant memory.

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