#im lowkey also exited for the drive

[vithe-potato]

I have a big competition this weekend and then my season is over for a few months and I'll get to come home to my laptop and finally have time for writing!! I'm a 13 hour drive away from home right now and I've been away for a week. I'm excited to get this over with.

[midnightttqueen]

Everything I wanna do (Logan Howlett x f!reader)

(GIF is from Pinterest!!)

Warnings: Juicy age gap (200+, 18), dirty, kinky smut, p in v, no protection!, predator and prey, public sex (In the woods). Pet names (little girl, baby, slut, whore and daddy) lowkey piss kink?, squirting orgasm, feral oral s3x f! Receiving, reader is a masochist little shit so there is a little bit of choking , and mention of the reader getting pregnant. (I’m so sorry, I don’t know what happened to me🧍‍♀️).

Also, sorry if there are any grammar mistakes!, English is not my first language.

(+1600 words)

This fic is Inspired by the song “everything I wanna do” by nickelback.

“She's a giver and it gets her off My baby, she's into everything I wanna do”

You were running in the woods,a wave of arousal was over you.

You were wearing your pink pjs, short shorts and a thin top.

Logan was behind you, chasing you as fast as he could, he gave you some some time so it would be more… interesting.

He had this fantasy for a long long time, a few days ago you two talked about it. You didn’t mind at all, besides you two are kinky as fuck. One of this darkest fantasies, Predator and pray… chasing you through the woods so he could catch you and fuck you senseless, in the dark, in the nature, Iike an animal.

So here you are, sprinting through the deep darkness of the woods. Your breasts jumping as you ran, you were sweating a lot, heavy breathing, you were so fucking exited.

Logan on the other side… god he looked feral, he was running so fast and he was so close, the look on his face filled with lust and desire. “I’ll catch you, little girl,” he groaned. That’s how he used to call you his “little girl” and well after all you were much younger than him, 18…

You turned your face back to see him, and you were soaking wet, and he knew it, he could smell your arousal, and god it got him so hard. You kept running as if your life depended on it.

Now he was growing desperate, so he sprinted over you, grabbing you by your neck, picking you up and pushing you against a tree. “Oh my sweet girl… I’m going to destroy you…” he whispered to your ear with a husky voice. You couldn’t help but moan at his words, he gave you a cocky smirk in response. Then he grabbed you by your legs so they were now resting on his shoulders. You were so little in comparison with him, you were 5’3 after all.

“So tiny baby… so easy to handle… so easy to take” he said as he ripped your shorts and panties. “You're soaking wet…” he said as he traced his finger against your folds. “Logan…” you said with a high pitched voice. Then he closed the gap between your centre and his mouth, sucking hardly on your clit. “Oh L-Logan” he groaned as he kept licking and sucking at your little mound. Then he gave a long lick, starting at your ass then to your clit, he did that a few times. “So good baby… tastes so fuckin’ sweet” and he dived again, inserting his tongue in your cunt, licking vigoursly and sucking hard on you. His tongue was wet and skillful, he was eating you out like it was his last meal. Then he inserted one of his thick long fingers, stretching you out. “Mmmm, baby youre so tight… I'm the only one that can do this… use your little cunt.” He dived in again, his long fingers thrusting quickly in and out. Only the wet sounds, your moans and his deep guttural groans could be heard. It was too much, his rough hands were gripping you so tight, it might leave a bruise,his skillful mouth and tongue were driving you insane. You kept moaning and groaning as you traced your fingers through his hair. Not so long after you began to cream on his fingers. “L-Logan! t-too much, stop!” you were feeling too overwhelmed by the feeling of his mouth and fingers on your cunt, after you came you were so sensitive.a strange but familiar feeling in your belly started to bother you. “Wait! S-stop, Logan i- i feel like… like if im going t-to…” then you gushed on his face. “Fuck!, i-im so sorry i d-didn’t”.

“My baby squirts, huh?” he teased with a smirk. Then he went back to lick you clean, you were squirming under his tight grip. “Don't move…” he warned between licks and kisses.”Give me another one baby, I know you can…”

“N-no… l-logan i can't”. But he didn't pay any mind to your plea, and he kept licking and sucking at your centre. His tongue gives quick circles on your bud of nerves, sucking and kissing it feverishly. “Come on baby, give it to me” he whispered. Then he introduced his tongue inside your hole, fucking you with it. “oh fuck! Logan!” You were a moaning whimpering mess…

“Cum all over my face… soak me baby, come on”.

Now he’s fucking you with one of his fingers, “god, so tight… I’m starting to wonder if you’re going to be able to take my cock…” he kept fucking you with his tongue and finger until you were screaming. “Fuck! I-I’m coming daddy!”

You gushed again on his face, but then he stopped. “What did you just call me?”

“I-I’m sorry… I-it just slipped out…”

“Say it, say it again”

“W-what?” Then he dropped you, grabbed and pushed your back against the tree, choking you, “I said.. call me that again…”

“D-daddy?”. Then he gave you a cocky smirk, and dived into your lips, kissing you roughly. You could taste yourself on his lips, a sweet but salty taste. The kiss was filled with lust and primal desire. “I’ll have you screaming, baby. My little slut…” he whispered to your ear, and proceeded to pick you up so your core was against his clothed member. “Feel it baby? How hard is it? And it’s all Thanks to you…” He mumbled as he placed wet kisses on your neck, sucking and nibbling.

You were still soaking even though he just licked you clean, your thighs wet and sticky. He could smell your arousal. “Mmm… smells so good.. you’re wet again baby?” He chuckled, “you’re such a slut for me…” and then he bit your neck, harshly. You bit your lip at the feeling of his sharp teeth on your sensitive skin “Mmm, don’t do that… I wanna hear you”.

After teasing you for a while he decided to finally ease his pain… pulling his cock out of his boxers. He was big, about 9 inches long and god, he was thick, veiny and hairy. Pink-reddish fat tip leaking with precum. God it was a view.

“S-so big daddy…” you mumbled with a high pitched tone.

“I know baby… but you’re a good girl and you’ll take what I give you… right?”

You just nodded in agreement. “I need words baby…”

“Yes daddy… I’ll take it”. And he smiled.

After a few seconds you could feel his fat tip at your dripping entrance, covering it with your slick. Wet sounds could be heard from him hitting your wet pussy with his cock. “I’m going to fill you up baby… get you nice and full with my cum…maybe get you pregnant..” and you moaned in response. “Oh you like that idea baby? Like the idea of me getting you pregnant? Make you a mama?”. In a blink of an eye he was fully inside of you, stretching you out with his big fat cock.

“Oh fuck!” You whined at the sudden burn in your cunt.

You thought that he was going to be more… soft with you, but oh god you were so wrong. He began with rough deep thrusts, hitting your cervix every time he went in, his cock not completely inside but it did fill you up to the brim.

You were a mess, your mascara running through your cheeks, messy hair, flushed cheeks, and your red lips thanks to biting on them.

He kept hitting your spongy spot deep inside your pussy, his cock felt so good, each thrust made your eyes roll and you let out lots of uncontrollable moans and whimpers.

He stop looking where you two were connected and looked up to your face, smirking at you. “Oh my little whore, so cock drunk…” and then he went back to bit your neck, you were now at this point filled with hickeys and bite marks all over your neck and exposed chest. “Mine…” he mumbled as he made another mark on your shoulder. His thrusts began to be more sloppy, he was so close…

“Need you to gush my cock baby… come on…”

Now he was giving quick circles to your clit, encouraging you to cum faster. Not so long after you where for the 3rd time gushing over him, wet obscene sounds could only be heard.

“Oh yes baby… that’s it, soak me up…” he groaned as he came, painting your insides with thick white ropes, filling you to the brim as he promised…

“Baby? Are you okey?”

He asked you, now his feral appearance was replaced with a more soft and gentle one.

“Y-yeah lo, I’m more than okay…” you replied as you pulled him into a soft kiss. After a few seconds he pulled away.

“My baby… she’s into everything I wanna do…”

“Just for you Logan…”

“I love you baby” he smiled and leaned for another kiss.

“I love you more, Logan..”

[internetscenarios]

YESS cc!reader x tgc would go hard please do it NO pressure tho!! 💕

ok i had an idea for isaac,, IM SORRY I ONLY DO HIM OR YUMI i promise i will do the others soon

drunk driving ♡︎

it was a normal day for you, wake up, get food, do a stream if you had the energy.

today was a different day, your boyfriend isaac was hanging out at your house as the two of you wanted to get some stuff done.

it was a nice day together, you both went grocery shopping and had a cute little date in a cafe

tonight you had a stream planned, your viewers knew you were close friends with the group, but never knew why you ended up becoming friends

isaac had introduced you to them and you all grew close since then

“babe? i’m just about to start a stream, i think im meant to be drinking.”

you laugh softly, searching for him as he wandered around the kitchen, soon enough finding him.

“you should let me be in it.”

“what about your face being in it?”

“i can put my mask and glasses on.”

your mind hesitates, pouting slightly as you think whether you would want him causing chaos on your relaxed streams.

although both of you had been together for a while now, neither of you told your viewers. it would be a nice introduction stream, and also suprise everyone.

“okay fine. but you can’t be screaming into my microphone, my streams are more relaxed than yours.”

he rolls his eyes, yet nods and smiles as he looks down at you.

(🤤🤤)

soon enough the stream was starting, isaac was still downstairs cleaning up as you welcomed everybody and let people join.

you were playing american truck simulator with yumi, tanner, and soon to be isaac. but you didn’t mention that and would let isaac come in whenever to surprise your viewers a little.

once you joined the vc, you were suddenly met with yumi angry about how he couldn’t exit a parking lot, and tanner laughing.

“y/n, is mr 6’2 joining us?”

“he should be, hes just cleaning downstairs.”

“malewife!!”

you giggle, reading your chat as you opened up the game. the call was deafened so you could answer questions from your viewers.

mr 6’2???

is shaquille o’neal in ur house??

WHO IS 6’2 THEY ARE TALL

as you giggle, leaving your viewer’s confused and looking for answers you start up the game.

“so i have to take a drink everytime i crash??”

yes

YES

drunk y/n time oh no

you laugh, when suddenly a notification of a donation comes through

isaacwhy donated 20$: “ill be up in a minute, u look good tonight :)”

the donation reads out, which leads you to rub your forehead in annoyance but amusement

“isaac you can just text me!”

this leads your chat practically screaming at you.

ISAACWHY???

WHY IS ISAAC HERE

HE IS MR 6’2 WHATTTT

you rolls eyes, undeafening in discord and getting onto the game.

within the span of 5 minutes isaac wasn’t up, but you were focused on driving and desperately trying not too crash; in which you failed and had already had 4 sips of your drink already.

suddenly, you feel a strong bicep go around your neck playfully. it was isaac, he wasn’t actually hurting you, just faking it for the stream

“chat i will literally kill her.”

he say’s playfully, with you playing along and saying some muttered “noo” and “helpp!”

Y/N NO

POUR YOUR DRINK ON HIM

RUN

he laughs, letting go of you as he stands beside you, only his body in view

(😫😫)

height difference check when??

“let me move my chair, out height difference isn’t that bad.”

you move your chair, standing next to isaac. your full body and face was in the the camera view, while isaac practically towered over you.

you laughed, getting back in your chair, as isaac crouched down next to you with his mask and glasses on.

soon enough, you had crashed about 50 times and isaac was your servant on getting you another drink.

“do you need another drink?”

“yessss”

“too bad you’re not getting it.”

“babee..”

your drunken self not realising that petname had slipped out, you both tried to keep the relationship lowkey throughout the stream.

but your intoxicated brain had slipped up, causing the chat to go wild.

babe??

EXCUSE ME

bro called him babe

y/n and isaac marriage when??

you laugh, reading your chat with your head spinning.

“when are we getting married?”

“i thought i was already your malewife?”

a few giggles come out from you, hearing tanner screaming down his mic that him and isaac were already married.

soon the stream ends, and you flop your head on your desk.

“come on babe, you can’t fall asleep there.”

no response.

he sighs, lifting you up with ease from you chair and throwing you over his shoulder, which might’ve been a bit heavy on your head from dangling upside down.

within minutes you were placed in your bed, changed into more comfortable clothing and fast asleep.

ok lowkey i do not like this at allARGHH someone tell me if its good or not 😢

bit of fluffy isaac at the end thooo

[tonyspank]

CHAPTER ONE | GET ME

Jenna Ortega x G!P Reader

Warnings: 18+ smut and idk what else sooo

Words: 3.1k

A/N: Tell me if you guys like this series so far. Also I re-wrote this chapter and changed readers age in the prologue.

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"You didn't have to drive me. I could've walked or taken the bus." You tell Jenna from the passenger seat, but you gotta admit, the heated seats in her car felt amazing. She smiled and said, "It's no problem. I wanted to make sure you got here safely." You thanked her and looked out the window, feeling grateful for her kindness.

"And what kind of babysi-" You cut her off, a playful serious look on your face. "Stop." She laughed, a warm and genuine sound, and enjoyed it a bit too much. Your phone began vibrating in your pocket. You try to ignore it but it continues. You reluctantly take out your phone, it shows multiple messages from your best friend.

eli - WHERE ARE YOUUUUU

eli - I'M OUTSIDE AND MR. ALLEN KEEPS EYEING ME FROM HIS CAR

eli - I TOLD U HE LIKES BOYS BRO

eli - BRO TEXT ME BACK RN.

you - im like 5 mins away chill

eli - DON'T TELL ME TO CHILL

eli - ure always rushin me, it's time u get the same treatment.

you - i rush u bc ur honda civic needs to speed up a bit

eli - are u...

eli - are u poor shaming me?

you - you're not poor so

you - yes.

You put away your phone and it immediately starts to vibrate again, but knowing who it is you ignore it. You smile a bit as you remember your own joke, and also the lie you told. You weren't five minutes away from the school, you were ten. You knew that you'd be late, but you didn't want to tell Jenna that and make her feel bad. So, you decided to keep it to yourself in order to keep Jenna from worrying.

"You could plug in your aux if you want." Jenna smiles, sparing a quick glance at you. "Nah, that's okay." She hums, "Okay. But me personally I can't survive without listening to music. I always have a pair of headphones on me. Sometimes I don't even listen to music, I just wear the headphones."

She laughs, shaking her head. "It's like my security blanket. It's just a habit now." You grin, "Lowkey... me too, I have about three pairs of headphones in my bookbag."

She smiles. "It's nice to know I'm not alone in this. We can be headphone buddies." You let out a chuckle. "Sounds like a plan."

Before you knew it ten minutes were up and Jenna was parked outside your school. "I expected more people to be outside." She chuckles taking in her surroundings. Her eyes widen as her mind connects a few dots. "Wait, are you late?"

"Yes, I'm late," you admit. Jenna sighs and shakes her head. "Shit, do they notify your parents?"

You nod. "Yeah unless either of them excuse me in the office." Jenna takes a deep breath before turning off the car, "Here, I'll tell the office. C'mon." Jenna takes her keys out of the car, opening the door.

You hesitate before grabbing your bookbag and following Jenna inside the building. Upon walking in, the receptionist smiles warmly at you. Jenna explains the situation to her and the receptionist nods in understanding.

As you turn around to leave the office you see a familiar face in the hallway, Eli. His eyes widen as he stares at you in disbelief. You shake your head while exiting the office, Jenna right behind.

Eli walks away as Jenna stops in front of the door, sending you a slight frown. "Sorry for making you late," you wave her off with a small smile on your lips. "It's okay. It's not a big deal."

"I'll be here to pick you up." You nod and smile as Jenna turns and walks away. You take a deep breath and feel a presence behind you. You turn around to find Eli standing there, his eyes fixed on something behind you. He looks at you for a few moments before speaking, his voice low. "She is so fucking gorgeous."

You roll your eyes at your best friend walking toward your class. Eli follows behind and you begin explaining what happened the night before. As you finish you stand outside your classroom door and Eli furrows his eyebrows holding up a hand. "Wait. You're telling me that you're mad that you have a young and attractive woman living under your roof with you without any adult supervision?"

You shake your head, "She IS the adult supervision." Eli stares for a moment and then shrugs. "She's still young. You said she's what, 24?" You pull on your bookbag strap, responding immediately in the same tone as the brown-haired boy. "She's what, married?"

"And you also said what, her husband is out of the country?" He mocks back, a smirk rising from his lips. "She's going to be super lonely and she's living under a roof with an actual godd– you..."

Your eyes and eyebrows raise in surprise. He was actually about to compliment you. "I know you wanted to compliment me there." You smile, Eli shakes his head frowning his lips. "If I had finished that sentence I would've dropped down to my knees and died."

You laugh, amused by his comment. He grins, shaking his head. "Anyway. I'm just saying that your nanny, Jenna, is absolutely breathtaking. Can I come over today?"

You feel a twinge of jealousy. Weird. But you ignore it. You roll your eyes and give him a stern look. "No, I don't think that's a good idea. I have to ask permission now." He responds with a shrug of his shoulders. "If I show up uninvited don't be surprised." He jokes, letting out a small laugh.

"Oh, and Olivia was looking for you this morning." He adds on, you furrow your eyebrows scratching your neck. "Rodrigo?" You ask confused. "No. Olivia Mcfuckingfartface. Yes, Rodrigo." You roll your eyes, "She's been looking for me for weeks now." You sigh, "What does she want this time?"

"You know she wants. She wants you!" You shut your eyes, taking in a deep breath. "I told her multiple times that I'm not ready for a relationship."

He laughs, "It goes in one ear and out the other," he continues, "I don't know what else you can do. She's persistent and won't back down easily." You open your eyes again, sighing. "Alright. Go to class."

Eli salutes to you, standing up completely straight. "Yes, ma'am!" Then turns around heading to his homeroom class. You laugh and open the door to your classroom. Mr. Anderson, an older teacher stops speaking, staring at you. "Nice of you to join us Y/N." You give him a tight-lipped smile before finding a seat.

Jenna had stuck to her word. She had texted you mid-day asking what time she should come to pick you up. You informed her that you had basketball practice and six would be an ideal time to come, and here she was. It was six on the dot when you recognized the car parked right outside the school.

Jenna waved at you as you walked out of the building and opened the car door, a smile on her face. She remembered your request and was here right on time. You thanked her and got in the car, relieved that she had kept her word.

"How was practice?" You sighed leaning back before replying, "Tiring." She giggles reaching over you to open the car vents on your side. You can't help but take in her smell, vanilla and a bit of citrus filling your nostrils. You turn to her, your eyes meeting as you take in her beauty. Her bottom lip was tucked into her mouth as she bit on it, and her hundreds of freckles that you wanted to reach out and trace them.

You felt as though you were in a trance, suddenly forgetting how exhausted you felt after practice. You leaned a bit closer, taking in her scent and admiring her features.

Fuck. Eli was getting into your head.

You snap back to reality, quickly leaning back away from her. She finally gets the vent open and then turns on the A/C for you. You felt like a true passenger princess. She asked what had happened during practice and you filled her in on the details of the drills and the scrimmages. She listened intently, an understanding smile on her face.

"I made chicken and rice. Your plate is in the microwave," Jenna says, holding the front door open for you. You smile and thank her, quickly taking a shower before heating up your dinner. You sit down and enjoy the meal she made, appreciating the effort she put into it. It tasted pretty damn good too.

As you're washing your dish out you hear the doorbell ring. Jenna furrows her eyebrows raising her head from her laptop as she sits at the kitchen island. "I'll go answer the door," you say, putting down your plate. Jenna nods in agreement as you make your way to the door. You open the door to find Eli standing there, a large smile on his face.

Your eyes widen. "Eli! I told you, don't come over." Eli ignores your protests and steps inside, looking around. "Bro. That joke is getting old now," he says, obviously not understanding you were being dead serious. In his defence, he normally comes over without warning and your parents let him inside with no protest. Jenna appears in the hall. Her face is a mixture of confusion and surprise.

You take a deep breath and try to keep your voice even as you explain the situation to Jenna. Eli takes a step back as he realizes he has overstepped.

Jenna shakes her head and says, "I have no issue with your friend but you should've told me first." You nod and start to apologize but Eli cuts you off, "I am so sorry, I came uninvited. It's not her fault."

Jenna stares at Eli, her face neutral. Eli looks at Jenna, his face full of regret. Jenna sighs and says, "It's alright, I understand."

"I'm Elias Cooper the third by the way," you furrow your eyebrows side-eyeing the brunette boy. "He's not a third." You tell Jenna. She laughs and gives Eli a small smile and the tension in the room dissipates.

"Behave." She teases as she points to you. You smile and she turns walking away.

Eli watches her go with a look of relief on his face. He takes a deep breath and turns to you, offering a sheepish smile. "She has such an intense stare bro."

You sigh out walking into the kitchen. Eli follows behind you closely. He places his arms on your shoulder as he leans into your ear whispering, "She made me mad nervous man."

You turn towards Eli, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your mouth. "I could tell. She had your ass gagged badly." You whisper back, Eli's face scrunched up in a grimace and he laughed. "Yea, she did."

"Are you hungry?" Jenna asks Eli, "No ma'am. I'm good." Jenna nodded in understanding and focused back on her computer. Eli watched as Jenna focused on her computer, her eyes flickering rapidly as she typed away. He felt a pang of admiration, and he smiled to himself.

You notice this and push him. And maybe with a little bit too much force because he stumbled back, catching himself just before he fell. He quickly glanced back up at Jenna, embarrassed, and saw that she hadn't noticed. "Dickhead." He mouths, not really meaning it.

"We're going to go watch a movie, Jen." Jenna looks at you with a smile, "Okay. Have fun." You smile back at her, pulling Eli into a headlock and dragging him into the living room. "Jen, huh?" He mutters laughing as he tries to escape your headlock.

You let him go and he shakes his head laughing. "Alright, alright," he says. You both laugh and sit down on the couch, "Hey, did you ever talk to Olivia?"

"No, not yet," you reply. "I couldn't find her." He smiles, "Or you didn't try to find her." You laugh, "Potato, Poe-ta-toe!" He laughs as well and begins discussing about a movie to watch. Eli beat you in rock paper scissors, so he got to choose the movie. And you wanted to cry. He chose an old Western movie that wasn't even in color.

After about thirty minutes in a warm blanket covered you and you began to drift off to sleep.

You woke up, walking into the kitchen. Eli was gone, which Jenna had informed you once you were in the kitchen. You hum in response, crossing your arms as you lean against the counter. Jenna feels your eyes on her and she looks up from her MacBook, smiling at you. "What are you staring at?"

You shrug, a smile on your face. "You. You're so pretty." Jenna blushes, averting her gaze. "You don't have to say that," she murmured, but her lips curled into a smile. She returned her attention to her laptop, but with a contented sigh.

It's silent for a moment until you speak up, "It's the truth. I was thinking about it in the car."

Jenna looked up again, her cheeks still slightly pink. She looked him in the eye, her gaze intense. "Thinking about what exactly?" You scratched your chin, not knowing where this extra confidence came from but you were glad you had it.

"Your lips. And how I wanted to be the one biting down on it," Jenna smiled, her blush getting brighter. She suddenly stood up and moved closer to you and said, "So what are you waiting for?" You lean forward and kiss her, your lips meeting in a passionate embrace.

Jenna's hand holds your face as you deepen the kiss. You can feel her heart beating just as fast as yours. Jenna pulls away, her face still close to yours, and whispers, "I've been wanting to do that for so long." You smile and kiss her again, this time softer and slower. You both stay in that embrace, not wanting to let go. Her hands leave your face, resting on your clothed abs.

You pull away for a slight breather, immediately kissing her again. The force causes Jenna to groan, and you take the chance to slip your tongue into her mouth. Jenna's hand slips under your shirt examining you as you deepen the kiss.

You can feel her body trembling with pleasure as you explore her mouth with your tongue. You eventually break the kiss, both of you out of breath.

Jenna looks up at you, her eyes filled with desire. She then begins to crouch down, her hands moving to the waistband of your sweatpants. She pulls your sweatpants down, her eyes never leaving yours.

She slowly moves her lips toward your inner thigh, and you can feel the heat of her breath as she starts to gently kiss your skin. You let out a soft moan, and she looks up at you with a mischievous smile.

Fully on her knees, she pulls your underwear down as well, you press a hand against the counter, stabling yourself. Jenna finds her mouth watering at the sight in front of her, your perfect hard cock fully hard swollen and pink. She licks her lips as she moves closer, her hands cupping you before she takes your length into her mouth.

She swirls her tongue around you, exploring every inch. She looks up at you as she starts to suck and you can't help but moan in pleasure. "Shit..."

Her mouth is hot and wet, and her tongue feels amazing as it slithers across your skin. As she takes you deeper, her lips wrap tightly around your shaft and her tongue strokes the underside with each lick. She increases her suction and you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge as her hand moves up and down your shaft.

Her gaze makes the experience 100x better, those dark brown eyes look anything but innocent. "You're so hot, Jen."

She only breaks it when her eyes roll back in pleasure when she feels you start to quiver in her mouth. Her tongue rolls around your shaft as if it were a delicious lollipop. To her, you were.

Your left-hand leaves the grip on the countertop, moving to grip Jenna's tied-up hair. You pull her away slightly and hear her hum at you, her eyes still closed. With your other hand, you caress her face, tracing her delicate features. You can feel her smile around you, and your heart skips a beat.

She opens her eyes and your back in her mouth as if it pained her for you not to be. You were addicted and so was she, her head bopping fast as loud breathing and sloppy noises are heard throughout the kitchen.

She pulls off with a pop and starts to lick your head, her tongue swirling around and around. She looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye as she takes you back into her mouth and starts to suck again. You can feel yourself about to reach the brink.

"I'm about to cum, Jenna." Jenna smiles and quickens her pace, her tongue and lips working together to bring you closer and closer. You can feel the pleasure coursing through your body, and you scream out as you finally reach your peak.

Jenna swallows your seed and looks up at you with a satisfied smirk, before running her tongue along her lips. You lean back, exhausted and satisfied, and Jenna smiles up at you, opening her mouth to speak. "That was amazing wasn't it —"

"—Y/N." Your eyes snap open, and you can barely see Jenna in the dark room. You sit up quickly, realizing you were in the middle of a dream. Jenna has a hand on your shoulder, her thumb caressing your shoulder. "You okay?" You nod and take a deep breath, trying to steady your racing heart. And trying to get yourself to relax as you feel the hard-on pressing against your shorts. Thank God for the blanket and the night.

You feel Jenna's hand leave. "Yeah, I'm okay," you say, and she smiles in the darkness. "It's late. Elias already left. I didn't want you sleeping on the couch." You place your hands on your lap. Think of something bad! You say to yourself, you really didn't wanna make Jenna uncomfortable.

"Thank you, I uh... I'll be upstairs soon." Jenna nods, "Okay. Goodnight." Jenna turns and makes her way up the stairs. You sit in the darkness, thinking about the events of the night. You eventually make your way up to bed, your thoughts still lingering on the wet dream you had of Jenna.

You lay in bed, unable to sleep as images of Jenna flood your mind. You look at the lotion on your nightstand. "Fuck me, man." You mutter to yourself.

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[vampzworld]

the one on which he worships you seonghwa x fem reader

MINORS DNI || this is a work of fiction, f i c t i o n. this isn't a representation of seonghwa in real life. || otherwise enjoy, and please dont plagiaries my work.

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OH THERES A PLAYLIST I GATHERED TOO LET ME JUST :

summoning by sleep token

Chokehold by sleep token

Right here by chase atlantic

Candy by doja cat (PLAY THIS WHEN IT SAYS)

Wicked games by the weeknd

Renegade by aaryan shah

Earned it by the weeknd

Best friends by the weeknd

Im yours by isabel la rosa

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“A sign from god ? the gods? You are an angel. I am enraptured by your everything.” genre: friends/lovers, sexual tension. idk what else just enjoy <3 luv, mother. word count: 1757... ---------------------------------------------------

You just got off work and it was late at night, not too late where anyone was concerned but enough to get Seonghwa to text you and ask where you were. You guys worked under the same company but have been friends for years. You just broke up with your boyfriend so he had a reason to text and be concerned. You ignore his text and get in your car, you were an hour away from home. The drive home was peaceful until your phone was going off every other 2 minutes, you didn’t bother to check because you already knew who it was. You shoot Seonghwa a quick text, reassuring him that you are okay. The texts stop for a while, 8 minutes later you get a call from him. “Yes, Hwa how can i help you ?” you ask, rolling your eyes as you get on the last highway home. “Where are you?” he asks in a monotone kind of voice. “On the highway, can i finish my drive home in peace?” you retort. Lowkey regretting it, can he get a little demonic ? overprotective. Yea but he just cares about you that's all and needs you to be safe. “I’ll be waiting” he hangs up. THE FUCK is that supposed to fucking mean. You push it aside and the drive home goes by faster than you expected. You had no worries or regrets about the call, if only you knew what you were going home to. You get home, park your car and get in the elevator on the way to your apartment. Everything feels fine, so you calm down. Still pondering what Hwa meant as you walk to the elevator, you reminisce on how he growled his last sentence to you. You squeeze your legs in response to butterflies moving into your abdomen, no that's not right. Hwa is your friend and bitch get a grip you just got out of a relationship. That can't take away from what your body needs. 

You need to be fucked. You need Seonghwa. It's wrong. It is downright sinful, but you love it. Pressure further builds up throughout your entire body. You shake your head as you exit the elevator and begin the trip to your apartment. (candy by doja cat) You unlock your door and are taken aback by who you see sitting on your couch. Seonghwa is spread out on your couch with a look on his face only the devil himself can recreate. “What are you doing here Hwa?” you ask, setting down your things and making your way towards your couch. “ What.. how the FUCK did you get in?” you ask sitting down. He doesn’t speak, he just looks you up and down. Studying you like the mona lisa, his gaze is ravenous and you are matching the energy without even knowing. “You want me huh ?” he asks in a low tone. You gulp, wondering how he knew that. He moves near you slowly, hands gently tracing your legs and moving further. “Tell me you don’t want this” he says as he moves his hands to your thighs. “Tell me this is a sin, tell me this is wrong” he says as he moves up to your face, his breath tingling your neck sending chills down your body. You shudder as he nips your ear, “Tell me you don’t want this and I will stop” he says placing soft kisses on your neck and he unzips your jacket. You stop him and he looks you in your eyes with a look that is ravenous yet innocent. He is begging to experience you, taste you. He is ravenous. Is this wrong ? yes. Have you wanted him since the dawn of time ? yes. You nodded yes and he takes that and turns into someone you never knew existed. He starts at your neck placing rough passionate kisses on your neck, ones that will leave a mark. He slips off your jacket with a swiftness, and takes his hands down to your waist gripping it tightly like he is gonna lose you. He takes your shirt off revealing your boobs, he b-lines and latches on like a breastfeeding child. Playing with your nipples in his mouth, you arch your back in response to the pleasure. He takes note of that and massages your thighs and continues onto the other boob. You moan at the sensation, a heat building up between your legs. 

This is wrong so wrong, but it feels so right. 

He lays you down on your couch, taking your pants off slowly, never breaking eye contact. “So pretty baby, look at you so beautiful” he says as he places gentle kisses on your legs as your pants are finally off your legs. He makes eye contact with you before he gets up on his knees towering over you, the look he gives you makes you wet beyond belief. “Baby, you’re wet for me aren’t you?” he asks you as he makes his way to your underwear. He plays with your clit from the outside, you want him inside. You try to get more friction and it doesn't work. His free hand flies to your throat pinning you down, “Stay where I fucking have you” he growls making himself level with your pussy. He slides your underwear down so slow, you moan in angst. He goes even slower than before making you ache. Your ex could never make you feel like this. “You are beautiful” he moans as he kisses your inner thigh. You get wetter each tender kiss he lays on your body, blissful moans fill the air. LUST lingers all around you two. You moan as he kisses your clit finally. “A sign from god ? the gods? You are an angel. I am enraptured by everything.” he says before he latches onto your clit. A new sensation possesses you and he goes harder against your clit. His tongue dives into your pussy as his nose rubs perfectly against your clit. Sending you into overdrive. “You are perfect baby” he moans into your vagina as he carries on to eat you like you were the last meal he was going to have. He continues to hit every spot perfectly, making you moan uncontrollably. “I-I’m gonna cum” you moan as you try to squirm out of his death grip. He swiftly moves you so that you are sitting on his face. “Drown me baby, I don’t care if you think I can’t breathe.” he says as he rubs your clit with his thumb stimulating you perfectly. “You are a goddess who deserves to be worshiped, if I die between your legs I will have died a happy man. Now fuck my face” as he yanks you down onto his face moving your hips. Sending you into a bliss where you swear you can taste the stars. You finally come back to earth and start to ride his face, the vibrations from his moans send you to heaven and back. You start to ride out your high and he moans louder into your pussy. You cum and he holds you down, drinking from you like you are the fountain of youth. You ride out your high and get off his face. Revealing a drenched Seonghwa, you feel like you need more. 

You work your way to his waistband, unbuckling his belt and moving onto his pants.  Seonghwa looks at you with nothing but love and lust in his eyes. He helps you take off his pants. “You know I have been dreaming of you for years” he says as you climb onto his lap as you grind on his dick making him stutter. He hugs you tightly as you continue to grind on his dick, making him rock hard under you. “ Please fuck me, please I beg” he whimpers igniting something in you, something you didnt know but liked. Liked all too much. You tease him furthermore, watching him throw his head back. Unable to control himself. “Please, Please fuck me. Ride me, Use me. I NEED you” he begs. You slide yourself down slowly onto his dick, making him whimper and grip your waist so tight, you know it's going to bruise in the morning. You go slowly at first, driving him insane, enjoying how his eyes are rolling back. You brush his hair out of his face, and grab his face forcing him to look at you as you go faster. “You are the bane of my existence, I dream of you day and nigh-” he manages to get out before he’s a moaning mess due to you going faster. You are slowly losing yourself too but you want to watch him unravel more. You gather yourself as you force him to look at you as you ride him, he keeps eye contact with you. Then his switch flips, he grabs your hips tight and brings you up and slams you back down on his dick over and over again. Causing your tits to bounce, he sucks on one then continues to slam you on his dick over and over. Finally giving you a break. “Cute, you thought you were in control, sit down and take this dick” he says as he fucks into you harder, hugging you he slams into you harder with each thrust. “Good girl, taking this dick like you should have been when you were with that lame. You belong to me.” he says and he lets you go and lets you ride, “say you’re mine” he says as he chokes you. “I'm yours hwa, im yours” you say as you moan nearing the edge. “Whose pussy is this?” he asks, looking you in your eyes pushing you closer. “Yours, it's yours” you cry out. Seonghwa rolls his eyes and throws his head back, “I’m gonna nut in you” he moans as he comes back to your face, fallin in love with the person he is seeing. “Do it” you say with a smirk. You guys cum at the same time, moans fill the air. The smell of lust fills your apartment. You guys ride out your high together making eye contact, nothing else matters. Fuck a noise complaint.

You guys come back down to Earth, he looks at you “ You are a goddess and I cant wait to fuck you everyday after this” he says as he places a kiss on your forehead. 

This is downright sinful but what does it matter? You're his finally and you don’t care who knows.  ----------------------------------

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[lewmagoo]

Okay okay okay I've been thinking and drinking and remembering and shit. I have so fucking many experiences that are Dagger Squad coded ok like i have the weirdest friends i swear to God and lowkey they sre alcoholics and also they are in the military and so it all works (I dont live near these people or that base anymore so pour one out for the gang ok)

So This one time I was in a group where a girl called out one of the cockiest guys there and basically claimed he was compensating for something and thats why his ego was so large and he wouldn't stfu. He just laughed and said do you wanna see cause I can totally back it up. And I was sitting there like *yes* because, listen he was cocky but HOT. And we flirted some. Anyways, this girl was a lesbian which was well known and flat out said she wouldn't be attracted to it or have a good idea if it was big or not so it should be ME. We go in the other room and I like blacked out ngl he was indeed big but anyways im sorry I can see this with Hangman and I just...

My own experiences like I have way more like the one dude who ended up being the most sober of a group of us drinking and he physically picked me up (to which I panicked about my weight and he told me to shut up I didn't weigh much (I do)) and he carried me to the bathroom because he thought I was gonna throw up then sat there with me as I just rambled and talked and he brushed my hair and like petted it while I sat against his chest??? And was just so fucking sweet and I kissed him and he said "hun you're drunk...let's talk tomorrow". BOB. CODED.

And basically only when I get drunk do I get the good stuff but this other time I was with another group of people, only the cocky guy from the first story was there everyone else was different and we were walking around the woods (not quite woods but like suburbs that had some woods near jt) and we exited the woods and were om a dead end street and an old house and outside the house was like a couch and a piano, amongst other things the person was getting rid of. This dude straight up just walked over and started playing so we all just sat on the couch as he continuously played songs and finally the owner came out and just watched him play and offered to give him the piano but the dude was like oh :( I don't have a car that would fit it and the owner literally was like I will drive it to your house it was my husband's who died he would love someone getting use out of it you'll have to load it cause I can't but I will use my truck. So the rest of us and the dude loaded a piano onto this woman's truck and then we all rode in the bed illegally to the guys house and he got a free piano that costs like 3000. The woman cried because she said her husband loved music so much and she couldn't bear to look at it anymore but she knows he'd be happy and the dude straight up hugged her and now they meet up once a month and he plays her new songs and she brings him cookies. We tease him about the cookies. (The cocky dude from the first story literally claims he got a sugar mama but not for sex). Rooster. Coded.

Anyways there are more but those are the ones that come to mind and i.

yes to all of these, they're so spot on. the bob one is my absolute favorite

[iichaeyj]

hey chae can you do the road trip hc moot game pls! - can i be 🧁 anon

YES OFC!! THIS WAS SO FUN 🤭 also i do not rlly know what the road trip game is exactly, but i think i did it right! and yes ofc hi 🧁 anon <3

fae (@jangwonie)

fae is definitely the one in the passenger's seat! like she has the aux and is helping the driver with directions. i also think that while people in the back are like extremely hyper, she's just sitting and enjoying her music 😭😭 very unbothered tbh. the driver going insane while fae is in her own world 👩🎶

sai (@coffeewon)

i feel like sai would fall asleep ngl 😭 like people are screaming around them and they just pass out during all of it 💀💀 and that is why i think sai would not be the one driving tbh. sai would probably sit next to gigi and alternate between resting their head on gigi's shoulder and the window. and when he wakes up, the first thing they wanna do is stop at a gas station.

gigi (@seungiepup)

gigi is the sticky ipad kid (/j /lh) no but i feel like gigi would be more hyper about it than others? like they're just excited to be on the journey 😭 would probably be asking the driver how long it takes to get there and be the one making conversation with others to keep things from getting too boring. probably falls asleep halfway there anyways, though. and they'd sit in the middle of the back row (next to sai and shy).

sia (@wonieleles)

HELP IDK WHY BUT I FEEL LIKE YOU'D BE THE DRIVER??? like you're the one in the driver's seat that doesn't know what you're doing (idk if ur a good driver or not im just making this fun). you're lowkey stressed trying to find out which exit to take and when to switch lanes 😭 but i do think that you'd get to the destination safely and everyone loves u (REAL‼️)

shy (@nvertheless)

lowkey i feel like you'd be the quiet one (?) like maybe it's your first time meeting these ppl or ur just shy in general, but you mostly just listen to music during the time it takes to get to the location 🧍‍♂️ but once ur comfortable, i feel like you and gigi would take turns bugging the driver about how long it takes to get there and being hyper, too 😭😭

[heyitsyn]

MANAGER!SEIJOH AU

a/n: this is kind of an au like what if you were

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

- 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 i would like to request a seijoh!manager reader who’s a first year and is siblings with ushi and the team’s reaction to finding out that she was supposed to go to shiratorizawa with ushi and their reaction with her getting along with the shiratorizawa volleyball team and maybe the manager is a small cute soft little energetic ball of sunshine 🥺🥺 also hewwo, hope youre doing well! ☺️ -🎷🐛

- Ir seijoh manager series is so gooood. Can we get something where by some weird reason yn-chan is close to ushijima and tendou and the seijoh boys dont know about it and how they'd react to her being so affectionate w them ahahwindkdn

EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT HOW FREAKING PRETTY TENDOU IS LIKE AKLFDJLASKFJDLSKFJDSFLKD

okayokayokay

so this is a what if thing

like what if ushijima was your older brother

SLKFDJADFLIJSDKLDF I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE OIKAWA SCREAMING

you didnt exactly have the best relationship with your mom

you remember when you were younger that she used to yell at your brother for using his left hand and you got angry a lot because you were fiercely protective of your brother

this caused her to yell at you too for being nosy and being involved in something you shouldnt be in

duh we know that ushi’s dad takashi actually supported him for this and protected him too and you were also a papa’s girl so you always ran to him

he understood you both better and while your mother worked, he was at home taking care of you two

then when they mentioned wanting to separate, you were very sad but somewhat relieved

mostly because you hated hearing your parents arguing and you felt bad for your brother as he constantly did whatever to get you out of the house

thats what brought on your love for volleyball

you werent exactly the best player but you were interested in it and often watched matches with him

but you also liked volleyball because your brother liked it

you liked whatever your brother liked

he adored you too and he was a boy who didnt talk much due to your mother but he was always a talker with you

especially when you couldnt sleep, he would sneak you out of your room and you both would run to the kitchen and eat ice cream

even with just a 2 year age difference, he looked as if he was older than you due to his massive height

‘just wait nii-chan! i will drink enough milk to reach your height!’

*insert lenny face*

AKLDJFSLDKFJDF I HATE MYSELF

CAN I PLEASE DIE

however

when they divorced, you thought your father would take both you and ushi

like the lady at the court even asked you where you wanted to go and not a breath of hesitation you chose your father

you weren’t very concerned because you knew your brother was going to choose your dad as you both were closer to him

so imagine your surprise when he said he didnt care and naturally, the mother would get the child

lowkey you felt hella betrayed and when your dad whisked you away overseas, there was this grudge you held against toshi

yall youre like 5

i would be hella mad too if my brother chose the person who yells at him all the time

in california, your father made sure you still remembered your brother and you tried to detach from the japanese lifestyle to your new one but you just couldnt

maybe around 6 years you were already fed up with the hot california heat and you wanted to go back to japan to see toshi again

you got over that grudge years ago but your mother refused to have any contact or anything to do with your father and so that included you too

she refused to let you both video chat and any type of connection

your dad obviously noticed your sad expressions and your obvious longing to go back to your brother again and so he arranged something

you shut the door gently before taking off your shoes by the doorway

the large house was often quiet except for the constant typing of a keyboard in your father’s study

‘tadaima’

you meekly mumbled but his sense of hearing never wavered so he heard your voice

‘oh? y/n?’

his voice echoed through the hallways and you heard his chair squeak as it was moved back so he could stand

your sock-cladded feet padded against the hard wood floor and you walked towards his study where indeed he was standing there

your father has definitely aged yet his job as a coach made him as fit as he was decades ago

as much as it disgusted you, you could tell what your friends meant when they said your dad was good-looking

they actually said your dad was hot but you refuse to acknowledge that

you and your friends are like 12 tf

you closed the door and sat down on the loveseat at the corner of the room as it was your designated spot

‘hey, papa’

you greeted with a smile and he gave you the same grin

‘i ordered f/f (favorite food) for dinner tonight so try and listen for the bell to ring, okay?’

you nodded

there was bit of small talk and you asked about his team while he asked about school and you both arranged to hang out over the weekend at some ice cream shop

the conversation dragged on until you heard the doorbell and you ran to the door to answer the delivery man

your dad put out the plates on the table and you excitedly dug in

‘also, you remember your grandmother? and her terrible back?’

oh god of course you did

they lived about 30 minutes away from your house in japan and she constantly worried your father bc the woman was approaching 90 and was still picking peppers!

with old coach ukai

‘what did she do now?’

your father chuckled at the exasperation in your voice

‘she misses you. says something about the family’s princess needing to go back to her country or something’

there was a smile in your face

your grandmother was your favorite and she always said you were the princess

she hated your mother because of how insensitive she was so she only acknowledged you as the only other female in the family

obviously your brother was also liked but there was just a special bond between you and your grandmother

‘so when are we going back?’

you asked and it was clear that you were excited at the thought of going back to japan as you havent been back since you moved due to your father’s busy job and your school

takashi swallowed his food before revealing the news

‘actually, if you want, you could finish your schooling there. but only until college first though because your old man needs you over here too’

nah bro you didnt even care about the last part

literally your fork fell to the table and you shrieked 

‘WHAT?! SERIOUSLY?!’

and thus brought you back to japan

you stayed with your grandmother on your dad’s side and you quickly got accustomed back to japan life

OH

your BROTHER!

okay

so waka-chan def heard you coming back

your mother was grumbling about it the other day and he was sure he heard your name in there

‘sdkfjkdslfjdkslfj y/n dkfjlsdkfjldkf’

LMAO THATS ME TRYING TO SAY THAT WAKA COULDNT UNDERSTAND WHAT SHE SAID SINCE SHE WAS MUMBLING SHE WASNT KEYBOARD SMASHING LMAO

there was a mutual giddiness in there too and he was excited to see you again after many years without contact

however

there was a bit of fear in there that thought back to when you were younger and his choice of not really having a specific parent despite your pleads to stay together with him

but he was going to make sure your bond was still intact!

he would do anything in his power to do so!

when you arrived

your dad accompanied you back to japan and you both were walking out to the exit of the airport when you saw your grandmother excitedly waving a sign around

in bold sparkly letters, it said ‘USHIJIMA’

okay wait i love grandma usui 

you quickly ran over to her and she grasped you into her arms

‘nana’

you sobbed and she hugged you tightly

‘im so happy youre back home’

your father shook hands with the friend she brought to help drive you guys back home

old man ukai was basically the chauffeur but hes really good friends with your nana so it was okay

the entire ride you guys basically caught up with each other and you couldnt help but laugh whenever your dad would go on a rant about your grandma being too reckless and your nana defending herself

‘oh stop it, takashi. i was only given one life and if it’s over, it’s over. for now, ill live it how i see fit!’

your old family home was exactly as you remember it but you didnt expect the 6′2 boy in the living room

‘nii-chan’

you meekly whispered and he let out a soft smile before opening his big arms

you ran into them and he held you tightly

‘i missed you. so much’

he whispered and you nodded 

it was def such a nice thing to have your brother again

oooo your dad been knew that you would be sticking to waka like you did when you were itty bitty young

so when you practically begged waka to stay at your nana’s house the entire summer, he couldnt refuse you

duh your mom went to see you but you just quietly sat there and smiled at her

polite but distant

due to being around waka so much, you naturally went to his volleyball practices and their training camp

there

you met his friends and you guys quickly got acquainted especially with tendo bc he was just so fun

and he was your brother’s boyfriend best friend

the others were still kinda distant with you ahem ahem im looking at you shirabu

but they were mostly amazed at how powerful the genetics played in your appearances because wowza you were beautiful

lmao dont let waka hear them say that bc they would be benched all season in a single snap

during training camp, you usually sat at the sides or you would be their stand-in manager

goshiki absolutely LOVES you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

GOSHIKI MY SON MY BABY

him and you were the same age so there was an easier way of being friends and your energies just matched so well

he would run up to you whenever he got a play right and you would ruffle his hair affectionately

LADKSJFLDSKFS FLASHBACK TO TENDO!SISTER X GOSHIKI

‘y/n-chan!’

‘y/n-chan!’

‘y/n-chan!’

hell even ushi was getting annoyed at goshiki’s constant need for you

tendo would steal you away and he would be giggling to you about how adorable you were and you just giggled along bc wow this beautiful man is really talking to me right now

ALKSDJFLKSF CAN YOU TELL IM ALSO A TENDOODOO SIMP?

‘cmere, y/n-chan. i taught toshi this the other day and he was very impressed and wanted me to do it again. okay so it goes in a rhyme, ya ready?’

you nodded along and he shot you a close-eyed smile before starting to draw on the dirt with a stick

‘there once was a man with-’

lets just say

you were definitely your brother’s sister

sometimes though

you would try and go towards the calmer players to get away from the rowdiness from baby daddy tendo and baby goshiki

you would find them at the gym just doing drills and at the sight of you, they would turn red but continue playing

they didnt really mind seeing you there bc youve always been such a positive energy and cheered them on which gave them strength

‘NICE ONE OHIRA-SAN!’

‘WAHHH SO COOL YAMAYAMA-SAN!’

you were like a cute ball of serotonin >o<

‘wah, of course its expected for you guys to be the top in the prefecture. youre like,,,,, silent but deadly~!’

duh a compliment from a girl?

dead

shirabu’s bangs would get in the way of his vision sometimes yall i will never stop making fun of that ridiculously adorable haircut so you would use a clip and tuck it away for him

this big babie is so awkward that he turns red when you whisper in his ear that you were done

semisemi baby and you got along bc you guys had a similar taste in music and because you lived in california, he was fascinated that you were in the music capital of america

‘did you see celebrities down the street?’

he asked you excitedly one day during lunch

you stopped then smiled softly

‘semisemi-kun, i didnt live at that part of california’

nah to him, america is just filled with celebrities

OH DEAR BABY BOY KAWANISHI

taichi is a generally quiet guy

like you thought he was actually selectively mute when you first met him

but you gradually got him to talk and you would help him whenever he would want to practice

usually it was during the ungodly hours of the morning

you woke up and went to grab a drink from the common room but you noticed his large build exiting the door so you followed him into the gym

‘kawanishi-san?’

you called out and felt guilty when he jumped 

‘oh, hey’

he aknowledged

‘wha-’

you stopped to yawn causing your eyes to close making you miss the brief second of softness that flashed in his eyes

‘what are you doing?’

you tiredly asked

taichi dusted off his trackpants after kneeling down to rummage through his bag and you couldnt help but gawk at his height

‘im training early’

he answered

‘why? is it because you want to keep up with the others?’

you mumbled and he was surprised for a second but reverted back to his stoic expression

‘i have to make sure i am able to reach my seniors level for next year’

taichi turned away to grab a stray ball and you moved to go to the storage room for the ball cart

‘oi, what are you doing? go back to bed’

he said from the other side of the gym but you just looked back at him with a tired grin

‘meh, i want to spend time with you, senpai’

you reasoned

he shook his head before walking over to you then ruffled your hair

‘no wonder youre so tiny. you dont sleep enough and let your body grow’

yep that was the closest youve gotten to taichi joking with you

usually, hes training and when hes in the zone, nothing else has his attention but the ball

maybe thats why the others ahem goshiki has said that he was very scary

his game face was practically a mean face

basically you spent the entire training camp with them and then soon, you were going back to school

duh everyone hmm maybe not shirabu bc he most definitely read the school book of rules thought you would be going to shiratorizawa with them 

but you broke the news to them one afternoon and imagine the tears from both tendo and goshiki

‘WHHYYYY!!!!’

‘NOOO!!!!!’

‘why can’t you?’

semi asked and you were about to answer when shirabu beat you to it

‘the school doesnt allow late transfers’

oh right

the american school system was set in a different schedule than a japanese school system

it was considered the summer for them yet school already started a few months ago

since shiratorizawa was a very academically and physically prestigious school, they refused anyone who would potentially be late or behind their curriculum

‘so where ya headed to then, chibi?’

tendou pouted and you leaned against his arm

‘hmm some school named aoba johsai? i dont know its near my grannie’s so that’s all that mattered’

oh dear

USHIJIMA NO Y/N WILL NOT ASK TOORU TO GO TO SHIRATORIZAWA

they consider seijoh a rival bc theyve played against them practically in every prefecture tournament and they were worried for that infamous setter

‘ne, y/n-chan, promise us that you won’t be swept away by them! especially a guy named oikawa tooru!’

uhhh

well

tendou’s warning was kinda ignored bc you ended up being seijoh’s manager

hehe

surprise?

but they weren’t really really shocked tho bc they knew you liked volleyball so you would naturally be in the volleyball team

even as a manager

meanwhile in seijohhh

OooOOOoOoOooooo sEiJOOhHHHH~~~~~~

okay so you were actually registered under your father’s last name usui rather than the ushijima last name

therefore you werent exactly immediately known as HEY! USHIJIMA’S SISTER!

you still became the manager the way you did as mentioned in part 1 

and you still are their adorable baby manager

you were aware of their oikawa’s hatred for wakawaka so you try not to talk about him even though youre literally the closest person to him

was it traitorous? 

maybe

but you actually even help them when they practice

duh the boys are like eyebrow raise emoji 

‘wow youre really into volleyball, huh, manager-chan?’

matsukawa commented and you just smiled

‘hmm, my family likes it so ive picked up a thing or two’

LMAO

little do they know your brother is literally the best volleyball player around and is a member of the under 19 team and your father is a volleyball coach in america and would someday be someone iwaizumi hajime (19) would apprentice under

there was a lot of times you thought you would slip up like your home screen was of you and waka but youve been careful to cover it up

BUT

you cant always be sneaky

it was during the first day of the tournament and you were filling up their water bottles I SWEAR WHY IS MANAGER-CHAN ALWAYS FILLING UP WATER BOTTLES when you found a familiar bunch of boys at the end of the hallway just chatting

you havent seen tendou and the boys in so long so you placed the bottles down and rushed over there so quickly

‘TOMUTOMU!’

you shouted and the oddly-haired boy turned and he gasped before grabbing you into a large hug

this grabbed tendou’s attention and he cheered then hugged you too

your giggles and happy cheers were so infectous and they just absolutely missed you so much 

these tall boys were at a advantage so someone scooped you up and you were just affectionately being talked to and hugged and LKDSJFSLDFJ SO LUCKY SO LOVED

meanwhile

the plant babies were wondering where the heck you went to 

‘y/n-chan?! where is she?!’

oikawa panicked quickly while iwaizumi hit him to shut up

‘be quiet! you won’t find her if you’re too busy freaking out!’

‘ill find her’

matsukawa volunteered and they nodded, feeling at ease of him being capable to find you if you were in trouble

but when he returned empty-handed and with large eyes, they knew something was up

they ran behind mattsun to stop and copy his shocked expression at the sight in front of them

is that

you?

with

shi

ra

to

ri

za

wa

oh my god

‘y/n-chan!’

oikawa shouted, being the first to speak

you jumped and your own eyes widened

‘oh. oh no’

you mumbled

the others were so stunned and seijoh itself was so hard to make speechless but they were just shocked

period

‘what is happening’

iwaizumi mumbled

yea the others were just shocked period

‘hey guys’

you waved and you motioned them closer

‘uhh,,, well,,, um they are my friends’

you smiled uneasily and they could see that

‘aaand?’

oikawa signalled you to say everything bc he knew it wasnt the whole story

you sighed

‘ushi,,, jima is my brother’

you mumbled the last part

but they heard you

‘HAH?!’

you cringed and the shira boys were about to move to protect you but they saw you glare at them

‘what? what about it? hes my brother? and?’

you babbled

‘but,, why are you,, in seijoh? dont get me wrong! its just,, youd naturally go to shiratorizawa right?’

mattsun waved his hands around and asked the question thats bugging the team

‘i came to the country late’

‘THE COUNTRY?!’

well,,

turns out you havent exactly told them everything about you yet :/

even when youve cleared the air and introduced waka as your brother, seijoh still didnt say anything

they were stuck in this shocked and surprised moment even at the end of the day and when you went straight to the shiratorizawa team,

they watched with wide eyes as you laughed with goshiki and was jumping around with tendou

‘AH! TOMU! MY HAIR!’

‘TORI-SAN! SATORI-SAN! TAKE THAT!’

wow you were actually really beautiful when youre happy

‘i dont think ive seen her this happy with this much energy’

makki said and they nodded

it was true

you were usually calm and collected and was the perfect balance to this chaotic team

so seeing you so free and loose with them was so refreshing, even if it was with damn ushiwaka

you finally went back to the seijoh boys and they all sent glares to the violet team before sending you a smile

‘you ready to go, manager-chan?’

watari ruffled your hair before handing you your bag to start walking to the bus

‘yea. lets go home’

as you all walked, oikawa was already starting his tantrum

‘y/n-chan~! why aren’t you that happy around us? are we not enough for you?’

oikawa whined and pouted

but you just turned to smiled at him and stopped walking to pat his head

‘im not their manager, therefore im not pressured to act like anyone except as a friend and a spectator. but i try to be as professional as i can with you guys to make sure you dont appear bad to others. and you guys are perfectly chaotic enough, adding me into the mix will just about kill coach’

oikawa didnt seem satisfied though

‘but! thats not fair! they get to see you smile and i dont!’

iwaizumi growled at him to be quiet but you beat him to it

well

you smiled at tooru but your eyes shone maliciously

‘i knew you would act like this, oikawa-san. as punishment, i gave nii-chan your phone number. good luck avoiding him now’

oikawa screamed

a/n: AAWWWWW LETS NOT KILL COACH IRIHATA OKAY? HES LIKE OUR GRANPAPA AND PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LEAVE OIKAWA ALONE WAKAWAKA-KUN!

[wienerbarnes]

Play Dead Until You’re Dead

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (Cheek to Cheek)

Word Count: 3,149

Warnings: Lowkey angst ngl but nothing too bad

A/N: YAY im so excited for this part bc I've had this in my head for a while now and it gonna change so much for the story but I'm so excited for one shots in the future! also this is kinda not edited ill go through it again tomorrow :) enjoy!

MAIN MASTERLIST | CHEEK TO CHEEK MASTERLIST

A slow knock interrupts your plant watering and you glance at the time. Bucky said he’d be by in the afternoon, not the morning. You place your cup of water down and walk over to the door and open it cautiously before your eyes widen and a gasp escapes you as you see who awaits you on the other side.

Sam Wilson, dressed in civilian clothing, shoots you a smirk, “Why don’t we go for a drive?”

You don’t have time to answer. You don’t have time to think. Your blood is cold, your hands are cold, and your feet are cold as they slip into the sandals you keep by the door. You silently - and anxiously - step out into the hallway and shut the door behind you, never taking your eyes off of Sam.

“After you.” he gestures with a smile. You walk.

…

Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes have a lot of unspoken conversations. Although the rocky start they got off too all those years ago, they’ve grown incredibly close and trust each other like no one else.

So when Bucky calls him late at night, sounding confused, nervous, and unsure, Sam notices. Especially when Bucky then suddenly forgets why he called and what he needed to talk to him about.

Sam’s first thought was that he was drugged. Bucky was given something that clouded his mind. But when Sam saw him the next day, he seemed perfectly fine. So, he proceeded to his second thought.

Bucky was keeping a secret from him.

When Sam was passed the shield, there was one thing each of them asked of each other. Bucky asked to not be a part of the Avengers full time. Sam asked for no secrets and no lying (which he later asked the same from Sharon).

And since then, Bucky has been solely tasked with training new recruits for their seven week training which occurs twice a year, as well as to help on especially difficult cases called to them by the government. And in return, Bucky has not told a single lie to him or kept a single secret. Until now.

So Sam begins to get unimaginably curious. Bucky hasn’t picked up any new hobbies, and after a quick and encrypted check up, none of his extended family have passed away or had anything big happen to them, either. The last thing that Sam can think of to have caused such an odd change in Bucky is a girlfriend. But, if it is a girlfriend, why wouldn’t he tell Sam? Unless, it was someone he knew Sam wouldn’t like.

And that’s when he knew he had to figure out who it was.

So he waited. Until the perfect clue presented itself.

“No, I can’t tonight, man.”

“Why not? I know it’s Friday night, but, what, you got a hot date, or something?”

“Something like that - look, I just have plans I can’t cancel tonight. How about next Friday we go out?”

That was all Sam needed. The plans he couldn’t cancel. So, he waited until later that night and went over to Bucky’s apartment. He’d figure a harmless cock-blocking will teach him not to keep secrets from him anymore.

Until when he put his car into park and gathered his belongings to put them in his pockets, he noticed someone exiting the front of the apartment building; specifically a head of fiery red hair.

Imagine his surprise when he recognizes the face as you.

It doesn’t take long for Sam to figure out where you were. Everyone had already assumed you to be dead, or at least be far away from the country. But now that he knew you were still in New York, a few hours digging into your past and your file led him to a few key locations. From being so separated from society for so long, chances were that you’d find a place you were familiar with, if not the same place, the same area.

Kathleen Grover’s apartment is the first place he checks, but it’s since been turned into higher end condos, a place you probably wouldn’t be able to get away with staying at considering that you probably don’t have an ID or any money. So he checks for the absolute cheapest and low-lying apartments in the neighborhood. Which gives him two results. He just so happened to be lucky on the first one he chose to look into.

Which leads to now, the two of you riding in complete silence, on the way to the Tower, unbeknownst to you.

The only thing that’s going through your mind is Bucky. You hate the idea that he sold you out, because not only would it hurt your feelings, but it would mean those annoying voices in your head would’ve been right.

Yeah, time to put your big girl pants back on. What, you thought you’d live a normal life at some point? Buy a big house? Go out to fancy, populated restaurants? Maybe DisneyWorld? Get a grip! You were always a mistake and a failure. And you’re going right back where you belong, in that box! And Bucky will be right there in that observation room when they stick the needle in your arm and end you for good.

You swallow down the bile that comes up at the thought of going back to prison.

It was fun while it lasted. Decorating the apartment. The tattoos. The new recipes. The movie nights with Bucky. The sleepovers with Bucky. The list with Bucky. The long road trips with Bucky. The music playlists with Bucky. Bucky.

You’ll miss Bucky the most in prison. You’ll think about him everyday. You won’t be able to write him and he won’t be able to write you, not that he’d want to given the fact that he ratted you out, but there was no paper or writing utensils allowed, especially for you.

You’ll dream about his singing when he’d clean, his hugs after waking up, still warm from the sheets, and the unbelievable comfort his eyes provided.

...

“Hey, Sam, how are you?” Bucky absentmindedly answers as he finishes up watering the plants in his living room.

“Hey, man. You busy? Mind meeting me at the tower?” Bucky can hear his car in the background.

“Uh, yea, sure I can. New case?” He asks, setting down his watering kettle and walking towards his room to put on a fresh pair of socks and sneakers. If it’s a new case, there’s no point in getting all done up to listen to Sam debrief him.

“Something like that. Just get here, yea?”

That’s odd.

Normally when Sam calls Bucky about a case, he gives him at least some of the details. That was a part of their plan, their deal. Bucky only joins on missions on special occasions and with specific circumstances. So why wouldn’t Sam give the tiniest hint of what’s going on?

Unless it’s something Bucky’s involved in.

Is Zemo dead? Has he escaped? Some other big Hydra villain that’s come to light?

Bucky’s mouth goes dry like cotton at the thought of something involving you. Did someone recognize you and turn you in? Did Sam find you? No, no, he couldn’t have. The both of you had been so unbelievably careful, there was no way anyone found you.

Bucky lets out a shaky sigh before grabbing his keys and his wallet and heading out.

…

That phone call hurt. Hearing Bucky’s voice, for what will probably be the last time in a long, long time. Even if he betrayed you, even if he turned you in, even if he used you, backstabbed you, whatever. That fifteen second phone call caused an excruciating pain in your heart and it was so hard to hold back tears.

You didn’t want to cry. Captain America and Bucky Barnes had humiliated you enough for you to be crying on the way to the Avengers Tower. They don’t deserve your tears, and you don’t even deserve to be shedding them. This is exactly what you had coming to you.

Although the car ride felt like it lasted hours, the two of you arrived at the Avengers tower sooner than you would have liked.

Sam drove the car up though a back entrance, the back of the building opening up like recognizing Sam’s car. The ride in the elevator was quiet as Sam flashes a crystal-looking card and presses one of the thirty-seven buttons of the building.

He hadn’t put you in handcuffs and it seems he’s chosen a rather secretive way of transporting you here. Granted, you know you wouldn’t win a fight against Sam Wilson, even if you had Marine and HYDRA training under your belt, but, who knows what if you had a knife? Or were secretly an incredibly skilled fighter? What if your powers allowed you to, like, melt people’s brains and he had no idea? That’d probably be your best bet anyway, considering you're in custody at the Avengers Tower in sandals and no bra under your shirt.

The two of you exit out into an empty hallway, quiet, too, you notice. As the two of you approach the end of the hallway, swaying towards the door on the left wall, an interrogation room you deduct from peeking into the small window, a voice stops you.

“Hey, Sam? F.R.I.D.A.Y. told me you’d be here, what’s-”

His voice catches in his throat seeing you and Sam turn around to face him. He feels his eyes widen, his skin pale, his hands become clammy. This can’t be happening. This can not be happening. He walks closer and his steps slow as he’s standing in front of you. He’s literally speechless and as much as he wants to talk, to scream, to question what’s going on, he doesn’t.

His mouth hangs open even though no words come out, and you spit in his face before he gets the chance. He flinches and Sam pushes you into the room before you can react any further.

Bucky wipes your saliva from his cheek and he wants to cry. He wants to choke. He wants to throw a fucking tantrum in the middle of the hallway because he has absolutely no idea what’s going on. He feels a panic attack coming on and uses all of this strength to push it down as Sam exits the room. Relax. Figure out what’s going on so you can fix it; so you can get her the fuck out of here.

“You are going to tell me everything. And I mean everything. Absolutely no one knows that she’s here, or that she’s even alive. Sharon will remain unaware until you give me an explanation.” Sam tells him, his Captain voice taking over, and Bucky silently nods because he’s scared.

This is all so fucked up. And he hopes the truth he’s about to tell Sam will help you more than hurt you.

…

It’s funny how being in a familiar place affects your mind and body, regardless of how long it’s been. In the time that you’ve been in this interrogation room, your nerves have been completely on edge in a way that they haven’t been since being in prison, the voices have returned in your head, chatty as ever, and you haven’t been so angry since you killed that guard all those years ago in that first prison.

You pick and pull at your cuticles until they bleed and chew at the inside of your cheek until you taste metal.

Think they’ll let you decorate your cell this time? Or do you think they’ll just strap you straight into the medical chair and tie your arm up? No need to waste food, water, and a cot on you. Maybe they’ll bring back the electric chair or the firing squad just for this special occasion! Maybe they’ll have Bucky pull the lever-

“Shut up.” You mumble audibly, already feeling a headache coming on.

Spitting at Bucky felt good and bad at the same time. Good, because he deserves it, and more, after doing this to you; giving you the best and freest two and a half years of your life before snatching it all away from you in a second. Did he do it for fun? Did he like the game, the teasing of befriending you, taking care of you, all because he knew he’d do this and have the last laugh in the end?

It felt bad because as much as this sucks, you can’t find it in you hate Bucky. He’s become your best friend, your only friend, someone you actually trust in this new life you’ve been living. You want to forgive him, hug him, tell him it’s okay, that you’re not mad, that you could never be mad at him. Because you couldn’t. And that might actually be the worst part to all of this.

A click interrupts your thoughts and you stare at the Captain as he pulls out the seat across from you and sits down at the small table. How you wish there was a clock in here; how long had you been waiting for him here?

“What are you feelin’ right now?”

“Sorta like how your little wingman Riley felt when he fell out of the fucking sky.” You snap.

Sam doesn’t react. He remembers the way you’d act during the investigation years ago when they would question you in prison; he’d see the way you snap at them, at the guards, at the other inmates, how you’d really dig deep into people feelings and thoughts to say the worst thing to them in order to bring up bad memories. So, he was kind of already expecting that.

You’re upset, that he can tell from your attitude, your chipped and chewed fingernails, and you slouched sitting position, arms crossed across your chest as you lean against the back of the chair. He doesn’t blame you though, he’d probably be pretty upset, too.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., stop all audio and video recording from this room from today and erase it completely from every system, please.”

“Clearance level 1 or 2 necessary for that, Captain.”

“Clearance level 2; Wilson, Samuel T.”

“Thank you, Captain. All recordings have been erased and stopped.”

Huh?

“I have a proposition for you.” Sam begins. Your confusion clouds your mind and you don’t process his statement fast enough to respond before he continues.

“I will announce to the press that your body has been found along the coast of the Pacific after following a lead on your whereabouts, I will clarify that you have been found dead and that you drowned, closing the case looking for you. I will provide you with a new identity; that includes a false birth certificate, passport, and other forms of identification with a new name, new birth date, new everything.”

“Is this a fucking joke?” He ignores you.

“There will be a few rules you will have to follow in return. You will have to stay completely hidden out of the populated public for one full year after this announcement is made. You will have to change your appearance; cut your hair, dye it, whatever. You will stay here at the tower where you will be monitored.”

He pauses, like he knows this will be the part you hate most.

“And you will be required to use your abilities to help on future cases the Avengers are tasked with; the same way you did when we came to you with those two cases in the past.”

You’re silent for a moment, “And if I say no?” Your voice is small. You really don’t want to do this. You want to go back to your apartment, you want your clothes, your plants, your blankets, your mugs.

“Then you will be arrested and sent back to prison, in the same exact place on death row you were before.” Your eyes shut, the headache hitting fully.

“Why.” You demand.

“I talked to Bucky,” A roll of your eyes. “He didn’t rat you out, if that’s what you're thinking. I found you all by myself. And I made Bucky tell me absolutely everything. And from there I’m making the decision myself to offer this to you. It’s not my first time helping a globally wanted criminal. Or my second. Or my third. And it honestly probably won’t be my last at this point.”

Do you believe him? Does it even matter if he’s telling the truth or not? You clearly don’t have a choice here.

He knows this. And depending on how deep he spoke with Bucky, he knows you won’t go back to prison.

“I’ll show you to your quarters. You’ll have your own bathroom and kitchen. Tomorrow morning you will be briefed with your new identity by myself, Bucky, Agent Carter, and Director Fury. F.R.I.D.A.Y will help you with that in the morning.”

The walk was just as miserable as it was when you arrived. You wonder where Bucky is. Does he have a room here? Is he back home in his apartment? Is he coming back? Is he thinking about you? Is he mad that you spit on him?

I mean, probably a little bit. I would be at least.

You take a moment to look around your new room; your new living quarters for pretty much forever. There’s so much stuff; a large bed covered with folded blankets and soft pillows, a folded pair of clothes, a rug beneath your feet that sits under a desk and a large bookshelf, filled with books of differing genres and notebooks, the desk is bare except for a small lamp and a cup of pens and pencil. The kitchenette is to your left and seems to be pretty modern, you can’t imagine it’s missing anything you’d need. The closed door against the wall you assume is your promised bathroom, but you don’t feel like settling in.

It’s strange, living almost all your life with nothing; as a child being poor with your family, having less than that in the Marines, and having nothing in Hydra. When you had your apartment, you had nothing, you cleaned the apartment building to make money to pay your cheap rent, you’d steal your clothes, food, and decorations, everything that Bucky didn’t buy you, anyway.

And now, you’re standing in a room that has everything you’d need, no need to pay rent, supplies and resources at your request; all that’s needed in return is the use of your powers.

But you hate it. All of it.

The colors are dull. The decor is boring. There’s no light. Nothing happy. No colorful blankets, no wacky mugs, no cute earrings, no mismatched socks and labeled underwear with the days of the week. No Bucky.

No Bucky.

[darling-i-read-it]

Dorms

Steve Harrington  x reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: nothing I don’t think? Maybe moving away from home 

Author’s Note: I’m currently rewatching stranger things as an intermission before I start Hannibal over again so this is exactly my moom, i love steve

Requested: by anon, omg haha im the steve anon :) i was wondering if u could write smthg where reader is going off to uni but steve is staying back in hawkins to work or whatever and hes planning on reapplying next year or whatever. and maybe u could write ab the drive up to her new school, like he took the day off to take her there and get her dorm set up and like lowkey angsty but also fluff cuz my heart cant take too much pain rn 😅❤️ also i absolutely love all ur will fics 🥰🥰 thanks again love

Summary: the requests

Genre: fluffy with borderline angst

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif)

Steve knew that that horrendous summer would be your last little bit of time together and he had tried to enjoy every moment he spent with you, regardless of the mall being completely wrecked by an otherworldly creature. You were his best girl and the only reason he was able to successfully say that he got over Nancy Wheeler.

You and Steve started dating at the end of your senior year in high school. You had made it very clear from the get go that you had been accepted to a college that was about two hours away from Hawkins and you were planning on going, with or without Steve. He didn’t have the numbers to get into the college at the time and it had taken him too long to be accepted at all. He promised to reapply your sophomore year but it was still a whole school year away from each other not counting the visits.

He took the day off working at the movie store so that he could drive you up to your dorm. He was hell bent on making the day a fun one instead of the sad one he thought it would inevitable turn out to be. He grabbed a mixtape that he had made for you when you first started dating and popped it into his car.

“You know,” he said over ‘Every Breath You Take’, “you really could just make this commute every day if you wake up early enough.” You scoffed. Your parents were in the car behind you but you were trying to put it out of your mind just in case you wanted to get off an exit and pull a quickie with Steve before you couldn’t.

“I could if I got up at like 3am and I am not trying to make that commute.” 

“I would get up with you. Make some coffee and say goodbye before the sun comes up, you know!” You gave him a look and he nodded, shrugging. “I guess  you’re right. But still, you know how much I’m going to miss you.” You nodded.

“Should have put your papers in sooner bucko,” you said, nudging him. He leaned over and put his hand on your thigh.

“I have never gotten a paper in on time.” 

“I can concur.” He looked over at you and you put a hand through his hair. It was filled with products but you didn't mind that much as long as he let you touch it.

“You sure you won’t forget about this pretty face of mine while you’re out?” he asked. He was deciding to be playfully vulnerable, a cop out to being actually vulnerable but you appreciated it nonetheless.

“I could never. Plus, Jonathan gave me a shit ton of polaroids from when we got together at the pool with him and Nancy.  I shall hang them all over my dorm room wall so any boy who enters will know that I am taken.” He nodded, squeezing your thigh. 

You arrived not long after and you convinced your parents to get some food so that you and Steve could sit alone. He was helping you bring boxes up and you were throwing things at each other and he was complaining about how many of his shirts  you had packed. 

It was like nothing had or was going to change. 

That was the way you both liked it. 

You stood on your bed and he sat by your feet, going through the pictures Jonathan had taken. He was also holding the tape as you started to decorate your walls. You had the basic bones down of the room, the bed and clothes done and you wanted to have some things for Steve to help you with. 

“I made this,” he said, grabbing a thing out of his pocket. You looked down at him and took the piece of paper. You smiled as you unfolded it, laughing. 

“Steve…”

“Put it up there!”

It was a clear crayon drawing that looked like it was done in three seconds but it was still cute. Two stick figures were on the paper as well as yours and Steve's names. On the top it said, plain and clear, ‘she’s taken’ which you thought was cheesy but you could never tell him that. He handed you a bit of tape and you put it between two pictures of you and Steve in the pool and sitting beside it, your feet in the water.

“Thank you Steve,” you muttered and he nodded proudly.

“Anytime you need my artistic skills you just call,” he said, pointing at you.

“I might just have to drive down and pick something up from you if I need it.” He nodded.

“That’s perfectly alright with me.” You smiled.

“Good, then I will. Whenever I can.” 

“Good.”

[forthecoloredgirl]

LIKE IM GOING TO LOOSE YOU | RUBEN LOFTUS-CHEEK

For the past few days you and Ruben had been going through a rough patch. The two of you just couldn’t see eye to eye on anything. It had come to the point where you thought he just wanted to argue. Early this morning he snapped at you for accidentally pouring him too much orange juice.

“Maybe if you had been paying some damn attention we wouldn’t have this mess!”

He snapped, throwing his hands in the air. All you could do was stare because you couldn’t really register that Ruben was actually upset about some over poured orange juice. Not saying anything you just grabbed a paper towel and began cleaning up the spill.

“Ruben it’s just orange juice.”

You said softly as you wiped up the last of the spill and dried the area. As you threw away the paper towel Ruben began.

“It’s just everything with you! Just this, just that, or just everything!”

He mocked

“Well what about you!? Huh!? Like there’s not a thing wrong with you Mr. IPitchAFitOverOrangeJuice.”

“Well if you weren’t too busy pissing me off, I’d probably wouldn’t be.”

“Oh please Ruben, everything thing pisses you off!!”

“Yeah everything about you!”

That hit a little too close to home and you had decided that you had enough. If Ruben felt that way, he could feel that way alone.

“Alright, if I piss you off some much than goodbye!”

Slamming your hands down, you got up from the table and went upstairs to Ruben’s room grabbing your purse and keys. Going back down stairs you headed right for the door and slammed it right as Ruben called for your name. If you pissed him off so much than why stay. You got into your car and drove off before Ruben could catch you, but before you could even get a mile down the road your phone was already ringing. Rolling your eyes you ignored it and kept driving.

•

Weeks passed by and you still had ignored Ruben like the plague. He was persistent and wouldn’t leave you alone. He would call, text, and even email to try and get your attention. However you weren’t entirely ready, if you had gone back to him would it just go back to more arguing or were the two of you actually capable of solving a problem. Thoughts ran through your head all day and you couldn’t even get your work done with all the things attacking your mind. Also it didn’t help that Chelsea had a very important match today, it was Manchester City and you knew how hard not only Ruben had been preparing for the match, but all the guys were. They had even had two extra practices. It hurt a little knowing you weren’t going to be there for Ruben, but how he treated you made you feel as if he didn’t even want you to be there in the 1st place. So why go support? You knew why, it was because you loved him and whether they lost or won today nothing was going to change the fact you loved him with all your heart.

Not being able to take it anymore, you stood from your desk got your car keys and bolted to your car.  You didn’t care that your natural hair was flying and lowkey a mess. Checking the time you had on your phone, you saw that there was 20 minutes till kickoff and thankfully you worked near the stadium, but you knew match day traffic wasn’t the best. So you opted to take the back roads and made it around to the players entrance with 5 minutes to spare. The lovely staff had quickly gotten you situated and in the front tow right as the first whistle was blown and it was officially game time. The butterflies in your stomach erupted in a frenzy and you were biting your nails before any team could complete a pass. Of course you were still mad, but you couldn’t wish any bad on Ruben at this time. You’d watch him from the moment he got injured to when he was fully healed up. You were there through all those sleepless nights out in the yard passing and shooting with him. You ensured he got up everyday and remember he was not just any player but THAT player so he could have the fuel to come back better than he was before.

That was the main reason you were sitting in this seat, you wanted to see all the work the two of you had put in for months! Finally it came to that moment when Ruben received a pass and your heart sped up a bit. In awe you watched as he cut to his left switching the ball, only to loose it to an on coming defender. You felt a little sadness in your heart, but Ruben quickly tracked down the defender, locked in, and successfully got the ball back. You thought he was going to just pass it afterwards as it was the safest option, but no you saw the confidence in his face as he turned his body in the direction opposite of their goal. His stance was completely different and he looked out for blood. He unexpectedly took off right down the middle, his speed was unmatched and he was dodging defenders from every angle. Once he’d successfully made it into the opposing teams 18 yard box he pulled the ball back cutting it behind his right foot and placed his body over the ball sending a shot toward the net. You watched as the ball float through the air and sail right into the upper corner of the goal!

The whole moment felt like it was in slow motion as the entire stadium erupted into cheers! You yourself were up on your feet screaming cheers of joy and clapping till the palms of your hands hurt. You’d been so hyped up you didn’t care for your 4C hair covering your face, you had seen what you needed to see, but when you finally removed the coils of curls from your face your eyes met his. It was as if he to were shocked, but what it about the goal or that you were there. He sent a light hearted smile your way, he looked unsure, but you gave him a big smile and a thumbs up. You didn’t want to ruin his glory, so you pushed all your hurt aside. What mattered now was beating City’s ass, then Ruben’s.

•

The game was a eventful one. Many counter attacks, scares, and of course highlighted moments that would definitely be replayed on BEIN later tonight. You were excited to re watch it all over again, but that’s only because Ruben ended the game with a goal and two assists send City home 3-1. The whole city of Chelsea were going home that night with smiles on their faces and the pub on their minds. As you walked out the stadium you could hear the fans still chanting “Thank You Rubey.” you could help but laugh a little.

You decided to use the players entrance as an exit as well, seeing that’s where your car was parked. As you searched your bag for your keys, you suddenly heard a rush of footsteps coming your way. Before you could look up you were engulfed into a tight hug. A hug from somebody you knew all too well.

For a moment the two of you didn’t say anything and stood there, but you decided to break it.

“Great game.”

“I don’t deserve you, seriously. You’re too good for me, a literal blessing from the heavens! But I’m not going to mess this up, I refuse! I’m going to earn you and your love like we earned the win today. You deserve to have me give you my absolute all and nothing less! I can’t really see living on or playing on with you. Just as we spent all those night preparing for this moment, I’m going to work just as hard to earn your love and maintain it. I’m going to love you like I’m going to loose you and I mean that.”

You were speechless at his declaration of love, but you knew this from the moment the two of met. All you could do is pull away from the hug a little and look up at him.

“It’s okay Ruben I-“

“No babe I want to make sure that everyday you felt my love. Wherever and whenever. I don’t care if we’re mad at each other or completely okay with each other, I’m going to do better. I love you so much”

He spoke as he leaned his forehead onto yours. Again you smiled and whispered that you loved him too.

“And to prove my love I’m going to detangle this mane of yours you decided not to moisturize.”

You couldn’t help but laugh aloud. This man was really the love of your life and it took some spilled orange juice to really realize it.

**NOT MY GIF** **If you would like to repost my work please give credit**

[carefulvenom]

Bag of Bugles and a Spell

sheogasms said: had an idea for a carol x fem!reader(pre relationship): carol has been trying to hide her feelings for the reader but, on a mission, she gets hit with some charm/spell that makes her even more stupidly in love with the reader. it makes her super soft and extremely flirty towards the reader, no matter who’s around. possible comedic fluff? (also thank you sm for doing these ur writing is amazing and im gonna lowkey keep bothering u w prompts)

A/N: omg this is the cutest prompt ever!! I was super excited to write this although I feel like I suck at fluff!! thank u for sending in I love hearing all of your ideas, hope I do them justice! also, I made Carol a lil bit of a cornball...she’s just weird

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: some language and minor violence/shooting

You’ve had three missions with Carol this month. The missions have been fairly easy and they’re over pretty quickly, which makes sense considering you and Carol are a hell of a team. You and Fury seem to think so and you’re hoping Carol thinks the same. You like spending time with her, even if you’re drenched in blood and dirt and killing people at the same time. There are not many people who you can experience that with, and that’s why Carol is so great. She cracks jokes, you tease each other, you have hilarious banter, she sends funny looks your way when you overhear something stupid over the coms, and she’s very confident and energetic. 

So, when you find out Fury had paired the two of you up again, you’re ecstatic. Even if it’s a stakeout mission. You’re geared up and ready to go, standing patiently outside the entrance of the Avengers compound, when you see Carol walk up to you in her suit. She looks great, but she does a stupid dance and spin to show off her suit that you’ve seen endless times. You sarcastically clap.

“Hey, partner,” Carol smiles kindly at you. “Ready to kick- watch some ass?”

You giggle. “Yes, ma’am. Let’s watch that ass.”

--

You and Carol have laid on the same roof for what seems to be hours. You brought snacks with the hope that you could stay filled up and energized while doing basically nothing. Too bad Carol’s been eating them all. She shakes the last of the bag of Bugles into her mouth and chomps on the crumbs just leaving you to stare at her. She turns her head to look at you and her mouth is full and crunching. You’re staring at her, saying nothing. She’s eating all your damn snacks.

She swallows quickly. “These were to share, right? I’m good?”

“Yeah, they were to share. Too bad you ate them all.” You try to scold her but end up giggling.

“Well don’t blame me! It’s boring! What am I supposed to do, just stare through these binoculars?”

“Yes, Carol, that’s exactly what we’re supposed to do.”

“Well, Y/N, how about I just...ya know...not do that,” Carol suggests, wriggling her eyebrows. But you have no idea what she’s suggesting.

“Fuck are you on about? You’re already doing nothing. You’re not even watching the subject.”

“Perhaps I shall get in on the action myself, m’lady.” Carol proposes with a very bad cockney accent.

“Okay, what?” you sigh and press your fingers to your eyebrows. You’re sat there, shaking your head when you start to laugh. You look up at her and she’s laughing back too. 

“I mean...hold my beer.”

“Carol, wh-” you start. There’s not even a beer anywhere. 

Carol, of course, makes a big scene by doing jumping off the ledge and doing her trademark superhero landing on the roof of the building in front of you. She starts to run and you immediately get off your feet and jump down to follow her. Of course, she’s running to the action, the girl can’t sit still for more than 5 minutes. You understand that completely, but you don’t understand why she would disturb something that’s meant to be observed. You’re supposed to keep a log and report back to S.H.I.E.L.D with the information. But, Carol decides to run ahead of you and you have to follow her, climbing down fire escape stairways and jumping on trash bins. 

You’re finally caught up to her when she hiding on the side of the building you’ve been watching. She’s waiting for a proper time to enter. You genuinely don’t even know what to do. You would try to stop her but you know Carol isn’t one that is stopped. You’d try to talk to her but she’d just run away into the building. You sigh probably a bit too loudly. You suppose you’re going in with her. 

The subjects you’ve been watching are a small threat, hence the fact that you’re just watching them instead of capturing them. That might change soon, though. Carol can be a wildcard at times but it’s dealt with considering that she’s just so powerful. She makes a signal with her hand and enters the building. You follow reluctantly with your gun in hand, checking corners and behind you before walking further. She leads you to a room in the back that seems to be empty and looks out of the door cautiously but curiously.

“Carol, we didn’t even check the security. They probably know we’re here.”

She puts her finger up to her mouth, gesturing for you to be quiet. You’re sure your eyes roll back into your head, but she gives you a playful push backward and giggles very lightly. 

You’re caught up staring at her and her cheeky smile when you see a person in front of you. Carol is turned towards you, unaware. You duck away quickly, grabbing her by the waist to bring you to the ground with her as your hand extends your gun to shoot. You shoot him, but it’s too late. Carol seems to be unconscious. You try to wake her quickly and look on her for any wounds but you can’t seem to find anything. She must’ve gotten a spell put on her.

You stand up, looking out the doorway. You see two armed men and you shoot both of them, allowing an opportunity to exit. Stealth and speed are very important in this situation, so you grab Carol quickly and you carry her in front of you. You’re running at full speed out of the building with Carol in your arms and you make it far enough down the block into a hidden alleyway to hit your com.

“Carol was being a dumbass. Got a spell put on her or something. She’s unconscious but she has a pulse and vitals seem fine. I’ll be making my way back to the spot. I’ll keep you updated.”

Maria Hill’s voice comes through the speaker. “Okay. Make sure she’s safe and head back as soon as you can. Need any backup?” 

“No, I got it. Thank you.” You click off your com.

You decide to go inside the building this time, unlike Carol who decides to jump off things and run down fire escapes. You hurry into the elevator and try to avoid as much eye contact or attention as possible. You head up to the roof and place Carol on the spot where she was laying before.

You wave the empty bag of bugles in her face, smacking her with it. “Hey, goofy, wake up.”

She’s still unconscious. You sigh, and reach your hand back, about to slap her hard. Her eyes flutter open all of a sudden and you immediately pull your hand down.

“Hey! Hey Carol,” you smile. “I’m so glad you’re awake now.”

“Mmmmm,” She moans and sits up slowly, staring at you for a few seconds. “Hey, gorgeous. Goooorgeous. My jaw hits the flooorgeous.”

Your jaw opens and your mouth is agape. You turn your head and chuckle, blushing hard. She never ceases to surprise you. You wonder what type of spell she’s under or what she’s coming off of.

“What, they got you drunk or something?”

“No!” Carol yells, very loudly. She looks and sounds like a toddler. It actually startles you. “But I’m drunk off of youuuu.”

“Okay. Understandable. I’d flirt with me too. But I’m gonna need you to quiet down and help me pick up this stuff so we can go back to the compound,” you reply, trying to keep your cool. She’s flirting with you and you love it. You’ve been waiting for this.

“You cute dumbass! I’ve been flirting with you this whole time!” Carol yells again. She definitely sounds drunk, but man, are you reveling in this. It feels so good to hear.

“No, listen here. You’re the dumbass. Be quiet and let’s go.”

“Ooooooooh. Yes, ma’am!” she salutes. “A woman in charge. That’s what I like about you. Not to mention how beautiful you are.”

You’re actually blushing like crazy, but you’re worried she’s not meaning anything she’s saying, so you’re trying to be serious. Also, you’ve got places to be.

“Carol, can you ple-”

“And THAT ASS. It’s a MARVEL. Captain Marvelous Ass over here! God damn!” She starts cracking up at her own joke and you can’t help but laugh too. You knew you’d have fun on this mission. 

“You’ve got a pretty nice ass too, Miss Drunk Toddler.”

“I am not a trunk ogler!” Carol whines, crawling over to you and placing her head on your shoulder. You're both sitting criss-cross and staring off at the cityscape. “I am a Y/N lover. And I love it.”

“Carol, you’re the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. You drive me crazy. In a good way and a bad way.” Mostly bad way. You’re always blushing whenever she’s around, and you’re always wanting to just place your hand on hers. You like Carol. You have ever since you met her.

“Let’s go to the museum and get ice cream. I want to take you on a date. Take you to paradise.” she drifts off, then gasps. “Two tickets to paradise! Eddie Money!”

“Yeah, that’s right. Eddie Money.” You say softly, looking down at her. You can see the moonlight accentuate how her eyelashes lay on her cheek. You can see her blonde hair framing her beautiful face in just a way that makes you want to kiss her nose. You can see a smile sitting on her lips and a dreamy sigh come out of her mouth.

“I like you, Y/N. I want to be your girlfriend. I want to take care of you, I want to do everything together. I’m starting to feel a little bit more normal. But this is right. Feels good.”

“Does feel good, doesn’t it Carol? I like you too. I always have.” you smile down at her. 

She looks up at you, surprised. She nearly gasps. She pats your chest excitedly, like a child or a dog, and she leans her head back on your shoulder. 

“Although I’d be the one taking care of you, you big dummy.” you tease, tousling her hair and then kissing her head. “I  hope you remember this.”

You sit in silence for a bit, feeling the breeze run through your hair and the warmth in your heart radiate to your body. You’re happy, and you’re staring at the city and stars in front of you. You have Carol, what else could you need?

Maria’s voice comes through your com again, startling you. “Everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, she’s just a little out of it. We’ll be packing up in a second and we’re gonna need a car.”

“Sounds good.”

You nudge Carol and stand up, extending your arm for her to grab your hand. You lift her up and she doesn’t let go of your hand.

“Can we pack up now, please?” You ask her, softly. She nods quickly and grabs the binoculars on the ground as you fold up the blanket. You take the binoculars from her and put them in your backpack. Putting the backpack on, you extend your hand for Carol’s again. She’s picking up the Bugles bag and looking inside, frowning. 

“You literally just ate them all. Did you think they were going to reappear?”

“Shut up. Maybe I did.” Carol laughs and takes your hand. You make your way down to the lobby and get in the backseat of the car. The driver nods to you and you nod back. Carol rests her head on your shoulder again.

--

After tucking Carol into bed, you find your way to yours and plop down face first. You squeal and smile into your pillow and hope to god she remembers this. Or at least, meant it. 

You wake up in the morning and check your phone first thing. There’s a text from Carol.

I meant it all. We still going for ice cream and a museum trip?

Oh, and I’m sorry for eating all your Bugles. I’ll get you more on our date.

 All you can do is smile as you lay down in your bed, taking in the warmth of the sunlight shining through your window. 

Finally.

[cocona]

will march be a good month for me ☀️

hi hi !! here r the cards i pulled: the son of pentacles, the 4 of pentacles in reverse, the chariot in reverse (7), and judgement (20). disclaimer: this isnt a prediction, this is the energy around the following weeks based on what energy youre currently feeding into ur life n ur reality !! ok !! u can always change it up !!

i think this will be a month of overcoming things for you and having a lowkey redemption ark, as youre gonna find out things abt urself and others that will force you to move forward.

1. first week: the son of pentacles. u feel like uve reached a point in ur life where u want to stay calm and stable. but this month isnt when youre gonna find that. hm. u might go into this month with a mindset of wanting to achieve serenity and might even be stubborn with such a mindset ! but youre gonna be mainly chill next week i feel ! this is abt money i feel !

2. the second week: 4 of pentacles in reverse. this is the card of making Big acquisitions and letting go of negative people. the opposite of greed and keeping things to yourself, money wise! you will feel generous and might want to treat others. this is also a card tht indicates letting go of toxic bonds, moving forward and being kind to urself on that aspect. but it can also mean that youve been wasting ur money a lot and spending recklessly and telling you to check on that and to fix it. you’ll know when the time comes. however from the following cards i feel like you’ll go overboard w ur spendings,,, hm . love wise it means tht ure letting go of ur fears n allowing urself to get softer and to melt into a relationship !!! 

3. third week: the chariot (7) in reverse. this is generally the card of backtracking and being lost ... it shows that uve become the passenger of ur own life n have stopped driving urself.. if u dnt hold the horse it’s gonna do wtv it wants !! this means tht u might feel low in ur shoes, frustrated, aggressive, tired, or mentally overwhelmed n exhausted.. or like u act boastful and rush into things. if a decision comes up during that time, force urself to think it through.. i feel like im not picking up on sth but .. uhh i got another card to clarify it and i pulled the 10 of swords. p violent imagery: an ox with nine swords stuck in its back and a tenth one traversing its head by entering thru one eye n exiting thru the other,, the 10 of swords means that youve let yourself get stabbed in the back or that uve reached exhaustion. yes now tht makes sense. i think this will be a time where you will feel exhausted and thats why youd be aggressive and tired, and you might want to give up on sth thts v important to you because you feel negative energy from it. 10 of swords is also the card of badmouthing, of someone talking trash abt u and plotting ur fall,, so watch ur back ! this will be an especially exhausting week for u mentally as you’ll be saying goodbye to sth, and might feel like ure at a dead end for ur projects. at tht time, remember that after reaching the end of sth, u can start sth new ! i pulled the new moon card from my moonology oracle, which means tht ure gonna be starting sth new (and not starting over)!!! 

4. fourth week: the jugement (20). ok the judgement card is one of my favourite ones cos i usually associate it with a cheerful situation. it’s forgiving yourself and others, cleaning up ! it’s accepting yourself for who you are, accepting tht u can have falls and such.. this is the card of apology, and letting go of fear. as you may know, the month of march ends at the beginning of aries season ! it’s time to feel that energy: confidence, trust, innocence, spontaneity ! it seems like when the month will come to an end, what you’ll have gone through will help you to find the correct direction to find ur real purpose. and you’ll feel relieved. you’ll have to forgive yourself and other and stop keeping up petty arguments and excuses.. yes ! this is what im getting. this is a very positive, calm, neutral energy. when looking at it, i feel like like laughing out of relief, like i found out sth that is super comforting and simplifies my life, which means tht i dont need to keep useless drama alive. this is abt u though, and this is what you’ll aspire to do at that time n tht u shld do. this is also the card of receiving good news !!

if u want a deeper reading by someone whos much more skilled than me u shld check out shonnetta’s monthly pick a card for march !! n i highly suggest u to follow her to have a weekly forecast..!

[youngjaelook]

Querencia — Park Jinyoung

author's note — another requested imagine! i actually really like this one, it's lowkey kinda fluffy yet angsty at the same time. hope u guys like itttt! also send me some more requests! to anon, i know u requested a jinyoung au and im so sorryyy asfkdfjfdkl i hope u still like it tho T.T #UNEDITED!

request from anon — Hi! Would like to request for park jinyoung au, where he forgot about 1st anniversary and his s/o had prepared a surprise for that day. but jinyoung didn’t appear and then, when he realized, he tried to put the situation to rights?

summary — Lately, it seems like Jinyoung doesn't know that he's the reason you're falling apart.

warnings — slight smut, angsty-ish & flufffff

word count — 2K

Jinyoung was rarely ever running late, so when the clock struck ten and he was still nowhere to be found, you wondered if you supposed to feel worried.

It was mid-November in Seoul, so it wasn't exactly warm outside. The air was biting and you could practically make out the white snow starting to fall down from the sky like beads of rain on a July afternoon.

"It's Jinyoung! I'm probably busy at the moment, so please leave a me —" Usually, you loved the sound of Jinyoung's voice, but tonight it was anything but soothing.

You looked up at the sky, cursing the gods for your luck today, and sighed.

You were aware that dating an idol wasn't going to be a walk in the park. You had to compete for his attention on most days.

Sometimes you felt almost like a burden to him.

Your phone buzzes in your hand and you jerk in surprise.

It's Jinyoung.

You don't hesitate to answer him, heart beating widly in your chest as you prayed he was okay and safe, and not in some freak car crash or something. "Yah, Park Jinyoung! Why haven't you answered my calls? Are you alright? Oh God, please tell me you're alright."

You hear shuffling on the other side, followed by a heavy sigh.

"I'm fine, jagiya. I just — I'm still at this party and I don't know if I can make it tonight." It's like your heart is free falling into the dark void in your stomach.

You don't know if you should be relieved that he's safe and not in the hospital, or if you should cry because this is the third time he's flaked out on you. You figured any other day would be fine for him to ditch you for his job, but today marked your first year together — did he even care?

Jinyoung takes note of your silence. He's pulling at his dress tie, mouth dry and lip twitching as his guilt starts eating him away.

"Princess —"

"Why do we even bother anymore, Jinyoung?"

And it's as if all of Jinyoung's demons start mocking him, torturing his senses, driving him insane as the words roll off your tongue.

He swallows thickly. "Jagiya, let's not talk about this now," he looks around, hoping nobody can see the tears in his eyes, or the tremble in his hands. "please."

It takes almost everything in you not to scream at your phone before hurling your phone into the busy street. You take in deep breaths in order to calm your state of mind, but it doesn't work — you don't know if anything will work anymore.

"Goodnight Jinyoung." Your voice is soft, on the brink of breaking, and you hung up the phone before you could hear him protest.

The walk back to your apartment was quiet, only the sound of your sniffles and the buzzing of the cars on the roads, are the only sounds you hear along with the shattering of your heart with each step you take.

When you get home, you fling yourself on your bed — the velvet sheets keeping you warm, and providing you comfort.

After what felt like hours of crying which were only just about twenty minutes in reality you make yourself a cup of tea to calm down your raging head-ache.

You don't know where you stand with Jinyoung at the moment, neither did Jinyoung.

He was whizzing past crowds trying to get to the exit. The remorse in his heart prompted him to run back to your apartment, to see you.

Wonpil was the one who noticed his fellow label-mate sprinting for the door. He frowned as he made his way to Jinyoung.

"Jinyoung-ah!" Jinyoung looked like a mad man as he turned around to face Wonpil. "woah, are you alright? Did you drink too much — it's very unlike you to get drunk this early into the party."

Early? Jinyoung wanted to scream. It was half past midnight, and the girl he loved oh so dearly was probably back in her apartment after hours of waiting for him, crying herself to sleep because he didn't show up!

It was too late.

Wonpil noticed the conflict in Jinyoung's face and laid his hand on Jinyoung's shoulder as he gazed deeply into his eyes. "You haven't been taking," he looked around and lowered his voice. "drugs, right?"

Jinyoung's eyes visibly widened. "What? No, of course not! It's just," he ran his hand down his face, flustered and frustrated. "I flaked out on my girlfriend."

Wonpil pursed his lips. "Again?"

Jinyoung nearly choked on his spit. "Again? What the hell do you mean again —" Wonpil shook his head. "I can take you to her apartment if you want, I know where it is."

Jinyoung always thought Wonpil was a gift sent from heaven.

"You would do that?" Jinyoung asked.

Wonpil always liked you not in that way, though, he thought you were a nice girl, an extremely warm soul with a good heart — he knew you deserved better, but he always knew that you loved Jinyoung with every fiber in your being.

"Yeah, of course."

Jinyoung didn't hesitate at all as he followed Wonpil to his car parked in the basement.

And as the car started to take off and the party's music fizzled from earshot, Jinyoung couldn't help but think, "Wait, you know where my girlfriend lives?"

Wonpil switched gears and chuckled. "Y/N's a really nice person, and a great friend."

Emphasis on friend.

Wonpil managed to get them there in under fifteen minutes. But in those less than fifteen minutes, he nearly ran over a stray cat, nearly missed another car's side mirror by an inch and ran a red light.

Jinyoung looked pale as he reached to unbuckle his seatbelt. "Hyung," he gasped. "How did you even manage to get your license, or a car for that matter?"

Wonpil merely shrugged. "I have my connections." He said. "Now go," Jinyoung nodded and wobbled got out of the car.

"Yah, I'll be down here if anything backfires!" Wonpil gave him a thumbs-up and attempted to parallel park the car.

Jinyoung races to the elevator and tries to calm his breathing, though it's no use because he's starting to panic and the cramped space of the lift isn't really helping.

There's this dread sinking into his bones that he's going to lose you. It's been only a year, but he's convinced that he only wants you.

Jinyoung feels at home with you.

Every time the sunlight pours into his room and you're sprawled out beside him, his heart warms and it's like he's going crazy as he stares at you. He wants to have this everyday, to bask in your warmth and that pretty smile of yours.

Jinyoung raps on your door four times.

You're by the kitchen, stirring your tea when he knocks. You nearly jolt out of your skin. You check the time and see that it's nearly one in the morning.

You open the door and stare in shock when you see it's Jinyoung, looking like a mess — a handsome mess.

"You look like you're about to puke, are you drunk?" Jinyoung shakes his head. "No, Wonpil drove me here." You immediately understand.

One time Wonpil had suggested he take you home after you both got some coffee together — never again, is what you tell yourself.

"Okay, I think you need to sit down," You don't hesitate to take Jinyoung inside. He always made you so soft.

You guide him to the couch, laying him down softly against satin pillows. He suddenly feels intoxicated by your touch, compelled to run his hands against your sides.

"Jagiya," You don't respond, finding interest in your fuzzy socks.

Jinyoung feels desperate. "Princess, look at me." You still don't look.

"Y/N," your head snaps up and you stare into Jinyoung's eyes with your glassy ones.

Looking at you right now, Jinyoung felt beyond guilty. How could he put you last, how could he leave you out in the cold? How did he deserve someone like you?

"Come here," And it's like his voice is a spell, bewitching you to follow everything he said.

You hesitantly sit on his lap, the material of your cotton shorts hiking up to your thighs. Jinyoung buries his head into your chest, sniffling and muttering out incoherent sorry's.

Your heart breaks even more if that's possible.

You run your digits along the softness of his dark locks, twisting and caressing his silky hair. "Jinyoung," you murmur.

Jinyoung sobs and clutches on to the fabric of your shirt. "Please don't leave me, Y/N. I know I don't deserve you — but please, I promise I will do what ever I can to give you everything you want, everything you need."

You're sobbing along with him, not caring if his tears are ruining your shirt. "Jinyoung, don't say that." You cry.

"I just really don't want to lose you," he peers up at you, and you feel like falling in love with him all over again as you stare at him.

His eyelashes are wet with his tears, and his eyes are iridescent and lustrous under the warm lighting of your living room. His lips are parted and rosy, so tempting to kiss and nip at.

"You won't, Jinyoung-ah." You reach out to stroke the supple skin of his flushed cheeks, admiring how smooth he felt underneath the pads of your fingertips.

Jinyoung brings his lips up to touch your own. His kisses are urgent, yet soft and gentle. His hands travel down to touch the small of your back, guiding you flush against him.

The material of his pants kneaded the heat between your legs, leaving you panting and whimpering, and he doesn't stop, only picking up his pace as he admires you falling apart above him.

"Jagiya," his voice has turned hoarse and slightly deeper, sparking a blue flame in you. "strip for me, please." It doesn't take much from you to do what you're told.

In a matter of seconds, you're nearly bare in front of him; the only thing acting as a barrier between you two are your panties and his slacks.

"So pretty for me," he muses.

You sigh when his lips leaves a trail of kisses on the valley between your breasts. "Only for you."

And as Jinyoung hooks his fingers on the hem of your underwear, his phone blares in his pockets. Who could be calling him at this ungodly hour?

Jinyoung gives you a look as he continues to undress you. Your hand reaches into his pocket, fishing out his phone.

"It's Wonpil?"

Jinyoung stops what he's doing and curses silently. "Shit, he's still downstairs."

You watch in amusement as Jinyoung answers the phone, a look of anticipation in his face. "Yah! Park Jinyoung, I've been waiting here for the past hour —" Jinyoung frowns at you and shifts the phone to his other ear. "I swear to God if you two are fucking up there I will —" You take the phone from Jinyoung's hand and giggle.

"Wonpil-oppa,"

The line is silent for awhile before Wonpil speaks up, his voice much softer compared to earlier.

"Y/N-ah," Jinyoung stares at you in shock. There's a twinge of bitterness that strikes his chest, pouting and crossing his arms like a child being told off.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, oppa. But Jinyoung and I are okay now, so you can go home." You tell him, sweetly.

Wonpil nods, though you can't see him. "Yeah, alright alright."

"Thank you, Wonpil-oppa. Drive home safely, and text Jinyoung when you've arrived home." Jinyoung glares at the wall behind you, still pouting. You hand him the phone, and Jinyoung presses it against his ear. "So, you've got a soft spot for my girlfriend, huh hyung?"

You shook your head and began to unbutton Jinyoung's button-down.

"Of course, I do — I mean, what kind of person doesn't?" Jinyoung furrowed his eyebrows, looking up at you. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Wonpil snickers. "You should see Jinyoung PD-nim with her." You shrug innocently at Jinyoung and offer him a small smile.

"Anyways, I'm going. Take care, and I'll see you soon." The phone call ends and Jinyoung takes your hands away from his shirt.

"Jinyoung PD-nim?"

Your shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. "I have that effect on people."

Jinyoung chuckles and smiles knowingly. "I can attest to that."

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Tag game - Rules: tag 10 mutuals you want to know better

I was tagged by @pocketsunshineharry

Name: Marie

Star Sign: Cancer

Height: 1.63 (i think?? i’m a little over 5′5, but not quite 5′6)

Put your iTunes or Spotify on shuffle. What are the first 4 songs that popped up?

1. the last of the real ones // fall out boy 

2. she’s not afraid // one direction

3. exit wounds // placebo

4. variation 15 (dunkirk) // benjamin wallfisch

Ever had a poem or song written about you?

lol... i wish

When was the last time you played guitar?

oh god... probably high school? one of my friends and i convinced ourselves we could be a “band”. i knew like two chords and i can’t sing to save my life so as you can imagine it wasn’t a success at all. also i probably had a lowkey crush on her without really knowing/understanding it. it was pre the bi awakening so it was messy as hell. anyways, suffice to say i don’t play guitar. 

Who is your celebrity crush?

since they’re in a play together this fall i’m gonna go with hayley atwell & jack lowden

What’s a sound you hate and a sound you love?

hate: kids screaming or old elevators making that weird creaking sound 

love: rain against a window or crazy loud wind or typing on a keyboard 

Do you believe in ghosts?

mmmmm. i don’t know? i’m not convinced they’re not real let’s say? and i find it hard to claim anything with certainty on that subject matter since none of us has died and knows what goes on/or not goes on after that. 

How about aliens?

i don’t know if ‘aliens’ as hollywood and science fiction stories have defined them exist, but i think considering the vastness of the universe it would be foolish and arrogant to claim earth is the only planet with any kind of life on it. 

Do you drive?

pls... i have anxiety and im queer. of course, i don’t drive. 

What was the last book you read?

right now i’m powering through ‘to all the boys i’ve loved before’ even though i’m not enjoying it very much. i loved the film so much but i’m finding the characters (esp. peter & josh) really less likeable in the novel. other than that, i recently read all the volumes of ‘fence’ that are out. it’s a comic written by the author of captive prince. i’ve also finished some comics inspired by the movie ‘labyrinth’. it’s a prequel of sorts. the story in itself isn’t groundbreaking, but the artwork is gorgeous and i’ve been a fan of the movie for so long it’s really nice to revisit that universe! the last proper novel i finished though was ‘peter darling’. it’s a retelling of peter pan ft. peter as a trans man and a mlm romance between peter and hook. the concept was brilliant, but i didn’t fall in love with the story the way i hoped. i think the romance was a bit too rushed for me, esp. considering it’s technically enemies to lovers. i’d still recommend it though for people interested in lgbt fantasy. ( i think i gave it 3/5 on goodreads?)  

Do you like the smell of gasoline?

.... this is a random question but yep!

What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?

i.... don’t remember? i feel like i’ve never injured myself in a really intense way? i broke two toes when i was like.. five yo. and i’ve got a fucked up knee? but that’s hereditary not really an injury? i’ve burned myself a lot. i’m clumsy so i get a lot of small injuries, but i’m lucky because it’s never anything massive. 

Do you have any obsessions right now?

i always have obsessions! right now new obsessions include vampires and mont st. michel because i’ve been researching both for my novel. also period/slow burn romances. dover too since i just visited and fell in love with it!!! old but still current obsessions: david bowie, old english & one direction. also cats!! and boxer harry !! 

Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. i’d say.... medium. depends on the wrong and the person.

In a relationship?

very single. 

im going to tag @hrrytomlinson @emperorstyles @statementsue @stillthehun @itreachedthatpoint @pattern-pals @painting--words

[mrfutureboy]

Favourite avengers movies scenes? Favourite iron man movies scenes?

hi there! i’m sorry this took so long it’s always so hard to pick faves! thank you for coming by

Avengers:-when ac/dc starts playing on the quinjet nat’s piloting and we hear tony go “you miss me?”-steve beating the shit out of that bag-the shawerma credit scene (i still dont know how to spell that like ive seen the common spelling of shawarma but theres a restaurant on campus that has it spelled with the e and i just dont know bc autocorrect always puts the red line)-the fight scene between thor tony and steve-this isnt a scene but the low angle shot of thor when all the avengers are arguing by the scepter when he says “you humans are so petty…and tiny”-the 12% scene with pepper and tony-”so thats what it does”-i love but hate “son, just don’t”-the scene with loki in germany (i think) and he’s forcing everyone to kneel and that one man stands up and loki’s like “theres no man like me” and the dude’s like “there are always men like you”-the scene where natasha SCAMS the plan out of loki-ok this doesnt “”count”” but the blooper where mark ruffalo’s like “you guys are on your own!” and runs away-”that man is playing galaga! thought we wouldn’t notice, but we did!”-also [SPOILERS] rip-that whole scene with tony out there is Good-”how does fury see these things?” “he turns”    “when did you become an expert in theoretical astrophysics?” “last night”-when tony’s trying to find out what bruce’s secret is to being calm-also i lowkey love the scene between nat and bruce when she’s recruiting him, tho i hate that joss took that and was like “romance?”

Age of Ultron:-I didn’t like aou so this is gonna be short-the scene where everyone is trying to lift the hammer is THE BEST SHIT joss whedon’s ever done for me-when tony calls clint’s kids “smaller agents”-when steve and nat are talking about “where else am i gonna get a view like this”-steve thor and tony talking about putting mjolnir in an elevator, and the way steve says “elevator’s not worthy”-everybody just looked really good in this movie I know that’s not a scene but it’s the only reason I ever think about watching aou again

Iron Man:-”next time, you ride with me”-that whole SCENE when rhodey finds tony like gahhhh my heart-speaking of these two, when theyre drunk on the plane and there are literally strippers right in front of them but they’re not even paying attention to them-the reunion between tony and pepper too like “tears for your long lost boss?”-THIS MOVIE is where rdj starts that sniffle thing that tony does and that means a lot to me-the scene where tony’s reading a newspaper and pepper’s getting him ready and he starts talking about “if i had a girlfriend”-the scene in the fun-vee before it all goes to shit and theyre just taking selfies-the scene with yinsen dying is heartbreaking bc he had said to tony earlier that he was going to see his family, but yinsen dies and we realize that yinsen’s family’s DEAD and so him dying was the PLAN-the whole thing with yinsen having met tony before becomes more heartbreaking after actually seeing their meeting in im3 even tho it wasnt a super like, emotional moment in 1999. it just made it more concrete i guess-edit i came back to add this i cant believe that i forgot to mention the FACT that pepper saved tony’s ass? like SHE’S the one who found out about what obadiah was doing!!-also the scene when he and tony are fighting and tony flies him wayyy high into the atmosphere and is like “so how’d you fix the ice problem?” and then obie’s like huh? and then he’s fucking plummeting back down to earth

Iron Man 2:-when tony’s complaining that this was his first vacation in years-when he buys the box of strawberries (which pepper’s allergic to BIG RIP) and the dude’s like “r u iron man” and tony’s like “sometimes” and drives off-”sir i’m gonna have to ask you to exit the donut”-”i dont wanna join your super secret boyband”-that whole scene in the donut shop w nick and nat and tony means a lot-”you cant afford me”-okay yeah that scene where theyre talking about the avengers initiative, and how they want iron man but not tony stark bc it breaks my tony-stanning heart-when natasha (”natalie”) kicks the shit out happy no offense that was my kink, especially after that comment about booty camp or w/e he said -the fight between tony and rhodey-tony’s drunk ass in the iron man suit throwing what he believes is his last fucking birthday party-not a scene but tony’s leather jacket-stark expo entrance

Iron Man 3:-um the whole movie? i love im3-the whole fucking sequence when tony’s testing out the mark 42′s call-ability, and he’s listening to christmas music and dancing-i just reblogged a post about this but WHEN PEPPER’S SIFTING THROUGH THE DRAWINGS THAT TONY’S GOTTEN FROM KIDS BC THATS PURE-speaking of kids, “i loved you in “A Christmas Story”.”-this isnt a scene but his relationship with Harley-actually! the deleted scene where he resuscitates him with the arc reactor-”hey, remember what i told you about bullies?” and then harley tasers the shit out of that bald guy-the scene where tony visits happy in the hospital and tells the nurse to keep downtown abbey on bc happy thinks its elegant-when pepper rocks killian’s shit at the end-rhodey rocking killian’s shit earlier in the film-rhodey and tony going out to lunch together-GARY-when tony has an anxiety attack while on the phone with harley and tony’s like “idk what im gonna do” and harleys like well youre a mechanic why dont you just build something? and the way tony stops and the camera kinda zooms in cuz dammit this kid’s right-the following scene where tonys gathering shit from like Home Depot and then building his shit-and then the scene where he’s fucking DOING THAT to all those baddies

Infinity War: (spoilers under cut!) This movie counts, right?

-not a scene but i need to say it: thor is the STRONGEST AVENGER-when they asked “who do u serve” and peter quill’s like “what am i supposed to say, jesus???”-”i am groot” “I am steve rogers”-the scene where we first see tony use his armor bc listen that armor is my KIIINK-i really liked the whole sequence with thor and rocket on…i cant remember what planet it was…but when they were having the axe built by eitri (ok i just looked up his name bc i didnt remember it) and the fucking thing closed and thor was like “i’ll just hold it open” but eitri was like “you’ll be taking the full force from a STAR you’ll DIE” but thor fucking DID THAT. “hulk is the strongest avenger” who?-speaking of, when bruce hugged tony. important.-the scene where tony’s telling pepper he had a really realistic dream that they had a baby, PAIRED WITH when tony’s on the phone with pepper as he going up into space and it cuts out as she’s saying “I’m–” !! My pepperony-stanning heart FELT THAT!! tho i didn’t like the name he said they used tho tbh i dont even remember what it was i just remember not liking it-the scene with bruce and shuri and vision and shuri’s like “well why didnt you do [science]” and bruce was like “cuz we didnt…think of that?” and shuri was like “well i’m sure you tried your best”-WHEN BRUCE ASKS RHODEY IF THEY SHOULD BOW AND RHODEY’S LIKE “YEAH DUDE HE’S A KING” AND THEN BRUCE BOWS AND RHODEY’S LIKE “DUDE WHAT’RE YOU DOING” AND T’CHALLA SAYS “WE DONT DO THAT HERE” AND RHODEY LAUGHS RB IF YOU AGREE-the whole “where’s gamora?” “who’s gamora?” “why’s gamora?” scene aka when the guardians meet the avengers (well like 3 of them)-the faces tony makes when interacting with the guardians lol like when mantis says “kick names, take ass” and he just stares at the camera like holy shit