#it was ok. i still haven’t figured out a rhythm for walking yet

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: (two part series!) You’re starting to struggle in class and decide to ask your professor for some tutoring or extra classes to boost your  grade. He ends up assigning the last person you’d expect to tutor you. (is it really a surprise though?)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: cw: talking about a car accident and infertility

smut 18+  (praise kink, dirty talk, oral fem receiving, hair pulling, marking, choking, slight spanking if you squint, slight bondage), major aftercare, fluff? This is pretty filthy lmao. 

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟺.𝟹 ᴋ (ɪ ᴀᴍ sᴏᴏᴏᴏᴏ sᴏʀʀʏ ᴛʜɪs ɪs sᴏᴏᴏ ʟᴏɴɢ!)

ᴀ/ɴ: Thank you so much for all the love in the last part! I was truly expecting maybe about 20 likes but so far its gotten over 100! Thank you for being so nice to me on my first ever post and hope you enjoy part 2!

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For the next two or so weeks you avoid Bucky like the bubonic plague. You didn’t exactly hate the fact that he kissed, but he was your tutor. Isn’t that inappropriate? Let alone him being a part of a frat house. It wouldn’t be a good mix.

One good thing though is that your overall grade in class has gone up since your tutor sessions with Bucky so at least it wasn’t for nothing. He’s tried to talk to you in class a couple times when you didn't go to him but ended up giving up when you began showing up right when class started or going out of your way to even go near him. 

Again, you didn’t hate him; hell you weren’t mad anymore, but you still avoided at all costs. It’s totally not because you're scared you’ll actually fall for him. How could someone like Bucky even look your way? Maybe he just wanted to get into your pants like all the boys in the house.

You didn’t tell Natasha that Bucky kissed but she could definitely tell that something was up. You were usually at Bucky’s frat house on weekdays but you’ve been canceling sessions every night since the incident. 

One night you were studying alone in your apartment and Natasha was pacing around on her phone. She was dressed to go to a frat party tonight but it seems maybe her ride isn’t available. You wonder why she can’t herself when she has a car.

“Hey Y/n,” Nat crept up to you.

“Yes,” you drew out.

“Would maybe, possibly, perhaps, might be able to be my DD?” she asked.

“Your what?”

“My designated driver. Wanda has a family emergency; her and her brother flew out like an hour ago and I haven’t been able to find anyone to pick me up.”

“I can drop you off and pick you up,” you offered. You’d rather stay up late in case she wants to come home than stay at the party all night, especially if she finds another bed to stay in till morning. 

“I mean you could do that but would it be more fun to actually party for once. Come on babe you’re too uptight, you need to have fun especially with how hard you’re working in school right now.”

“Nat, you know that’s not my scene.”

“Just stay with me. Or Bucky I’m sure he wouldn’t mind hanging with you tonight,” she suggestively, bringing confusion to your face.

“Huh?”

“Oh nothing Just come with me please? If it gets too much text me and I’ll let you know if I need a ride back home.”

“Actually?” you asked.

“Pinky promise.”

“Ok give me like 5 mins.”

You ran to your  room and picked out an outfit you felt sexy but comfortable in; I mean if you were going to inevitably run into Bucky at this party might as well look presentable right? When you came out ready, Nat whistled, hyping you up and felt your face heat up a bit. 

“Stop, let’s just go,” you averted.

You arrived at the house music booming from down the street. People outside drinking from red solo cups, cars already picking up drunks and dropping people off to get said drunk. You hastily parked the car and Nat grabbed your hand and pulled you close as you guys walked to the party. You weren’t going to lie, you were really nervous.

You heard stories about these parties but you were trying to convince yourself that they may be exaggerated somewhat but still didn’t do much for your nerves. When you walked you eyes almost immediately locked with Bucky’s. To say he was shocked to see you at a frat party was for sure an understatement.

Bucky began to move through the crowd to meet up with you but when he got to the entrance it was like you disappeared. Disappointed, he returned to the mini bar where the drinks were all held, where Steve served the drinks. Asked for a beer.

“How’s it going, man?” Steve asked.

“She’s here.”

“Nat? I really think there's something between us. I’m thinking about asking her on a proper date you know?”

“Really? That’s awesome, but I’m talking ‘bout Y/n,” Bucky clarified.

“What? I thought she hated parties.” 

“I did too.”

As if on queue, you tapped Bucky on the shoulder.

“Hi.”

“Hey, what on earth are you doing here?”

“Nat needed a designated driver and Wanda and her brother are out of town.”

“Yeah Pietro lives here in the house, Steve drove him and Wanda to the airport a couple hours ago.”

You nodded your head and things got awkward again, but then again what’s new with that.

“Do you want anything to drink?”

“I can’t drink.”

“Oh right. Do we have soda?”

“We coke for the rum but you can take a can.”

“Thanks Steve,” you took a can of coke from him. 

You and Bucky and Steve all held wholesome conversation for a little  bit then Nat came and whisked him away. Bucky was put on bar duty from then on and you decided to keep him company until Nat was ready to go home. But so far from the way Steve and her were dancing together you didn’t think Nat was gonna wanna go home.

You asked Bucky how long Steve and Nat have had their little thing and apparently it’s been going on for awhile. You had sneaking suspicion that they were together in some way but since Nat never brought it up you didn’t want to bug her. It was pretty easy to figure out though considering she didn’t come home some nights.

They’re good together though and you hope they make it official soon.

Talking to Bucky, you felt a hand brush against but when you looked no one was there. You figured it was just getting crowded. After a couple of hours you decided to text Nat to see where she was. When she didn’t respond, you took it upon yourself to call her.

“Nat where did you go?”

“I'm in the car,” she slurred.

“What! You can’t be driving! How did you even get the keys?” you yelled.

“I snatched them from you when you and Bucky were flirting with each other. Steve couldn’t  find his keys so I took yours,” she shouted into the phone.

“When did you- whatever, is he sober?” you asked.

“Yeah and I am not even that dru-,” she hiccuped. 

“Nat…” you warned. 

“Steve is my boyfriend and we’re clean. I’ll be safe; it’s not like I can have kids anyway.”

“Nat.” When you moved in together at the beginning of the year, you noticed one time her grabbing her lower stomach in discomfort and offered her any products for her period. She told you she doesn’t get one and being the dumbass you are you asked why. She told you when she was a teenager she got into a car accident that caused extreme internal bleeding causing Nat to become infertle. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean it like that,” you apologized.

“It’s ok babe. If anything you be safe.”

“She can’t see you, babygirl,” you heard Steve say and laughed out loud.

“Oh! I’m winking!” she shouted.

“Oh my god. Whatever,” you rolled your eyes.

“Anyways buh-bye, girly!” she hung up the phone.

“What happened?” Bucky came up behind you. You looked over at the bar and saw Bruce bar-keeping.

“Nat took the fucking car with Steve.”

“Why didn’t he use my car?”

“She said he couldn’t find the keys and I guess it was easier to just steal from me when I wasn’t looking.”

“Wow, ok. Stealth much?”

“Right? She’s like a Russian spy,” you laughed.

“Well, you probably need a ride then,” Bucky brought up.

“I don’t know if I wanna go home knowing Steve is probably gonna be railing her into the next dimension.”

“Yeah, you can spend the night here. I can sleep on the floor.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah it’s not a problem. We probably have an air mattress hiding somewhere.”

“Thanks Buck. well since I’m not going anywhere I guess I could have a drink now.”

“What’ll it be?”

You drank a couple beers feeling the alcohol beginning to flow effortlessly through your veins. The music was still booming through the house and you found yourself getting lost to the rhythm. You made your way to where everyone was also dancing and let the music guide your body sensually. 

You didn’t notice it yet but Bucky was staring completely in love with the way you were moving. He’d never seen you in this kind of environment and definitely not in the clothing you were wearing. You looked truly sexy even more so dancing the way you were dancing; like you had control over everything in the world.

You soon felt a pair of hands circle around to your waist instantly knowing who they belong to. Bucky moved his hips snug against your backside perfectly fitting with you. You let your head lean back feeling Bucky breathe against your neck.  

“You driving me crazy, doll,” Bucky whispered against your ear.

You shivered at his words. 

“Please, let me show you how fucking stunning you are,” he moved his hands towards the front of your hips.

“What?” you turned around. You hadn’t expected Bucky to want to do anything with you.

“I can make you feel so good. You deserve it.”

“Bucky-”

“Do you want me to make you feel good?”

“I do,” you whined as he rubbed his hands against your lower back, pulling you so close.

He kissed you too softly, barely touching your lips, as he grabbed your hands and led to his room upstairs.  

When you reached his room, the back of his knees hit the bed and he sat while your knees went to either side of his thighs. God his thighs. His hands went up your shirt grazing your bare skin with his fingertips as you continued to makeout sloppily. 

“Can I take this off?” he asked, tugging your shirt.

“Please, yes please.”

Your arms went over your head and Bucky slowly kissed the exposed skin as your shirt inched higher and higher up until he tossed it to the side. The straps of your bra left off shoulders and Bucky continued to kiss any exposed skin on your body. Your hands ran through his hair and you tugged his strands earning a moan in return.

You tugged at his shirt as well and he complied quickly getting rid of his shirt and throwing it to the side. Bucky hands ran over your bottom and you jumped off him nearly ripping your bottoms off your body. You heard bucky chuckled as he too took the opportunity to take his pants off leaving him in boxers and nothing else.

“I want to taste you baby girl,” Bucky bit at your ear.

Your body tensed a bit because although you were not a virgin, you were not that experienced, especially compared to Bucky. 

“Is that ok? I’m sorry, we don’t have to do anything. I don’t want you to regret anything, princess. We can stop.”

“No! I don’t want to stop. No one’s just ever wanted to do that, you know,” you whispered feeling a bit overwhelmed.

“Oh baby, what kinda shit boys were you with? Let me show how good a woman is supposed to feel, got it?”

You swallowed hard, but nodded of course. 

Bucky picked you up and gently laid you down onto the bed. His hands rubbed your thighs softly and he kissed your stomach ever so softly. He was trying his very hardest to make sure you were comfortable and relaxed as much as possible. Bucky traced the lining of your underwear and looked to you once again to make sure everything was ok by you. You nodded but that wasn’t enough for Bucky.

“Words, baby. I wanna hear you say it,” he whispered, lips against your inner thigh. 

“Bucky,” you whined.

“Come on, baby. Use your words like a big girl,” he snickered.

“Please, touch me, Bucky. I want you to use your mouth on me like you promised.”

“There ya go,” he said pulling your underwear down your legs.

He slowly opened your legs and kissed your inner thigh leaving a dark purple mark for him to see and him only. When he was satisfied with the marks he left on your inner thighs he licked a slow and wet line against your pussy. Your hips instantly bucked into his face and your hands flew to his hair.

You tugged at his hair again and released a grunt from Bucky, the vibrations from his mouth pleasuring you even more. Bucky brought his fingers to your hole and he continued circling his tongue around your clit making you moan and arch your back. 

He entered a finger into you and then another. You were already beginning to feel full from just his fingers alone, you couldn’t wait until he was able to fuck you balls deep. Your orgasm was approaching quicker than you anticipated, your toes curled and your back arched off the bed. Your heels dug into Bucky’s back but he simply continued to eat you out until you finally peaked.

“Bucky!” you shouted his name in pleasure.

“That’s it baby girl. You're my good girl, right?”

“Yes, I’m your good girl. Oh god, I’m cumming,” you moaned.

Bucky helped you ride out your first orgasm of the night completely enamored by your beauty. When you finally came down from you high you reached for Bucky pulling him into a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue and moaned into his mouth. You pulled him closer and sat up moving him to sit his back against his headboard.

“I don’t know what I want to do more, return the favor or ride you until my legs shake.”

“You can return the favor another time. Let me see you ride my dick, doll,” Bucky growled. Another time?

You crawled onto Bucky’s lap after he discarded his boxers letting his dick spring up, the tip red from lack of attention. It shocked you if you were being honest, it was so… big. 

“Is that gonna fit?” you asked genuinely.

“Yeah, it will; but if it hurts too much you tell me to stop ok?” you nodded.

Bucky reached behind your back and unclasped your bra only to toss it to wherever the rest of your clothes were. His hands caressing your breasts; thumbs rubbing over your sensitive nipples, sending chills throughout your body. He kissed along your collarbone to your neck to your jaw before whispering in your ear.

“I have to grab a condom from the bathroom, baby girl. Sorry,” he began to move you.

“Why are you sorry?” you stopped him.

“I don’t wanna ruin the mood but safety is important before anything else.”

You weren’t gonna lie that actually kinda shocked you; and turned you on even more. You had completely forgotten about having a condom. You were on the pill but that doesn't mean you shouldn’t still use a condom. Bucky was back in no time and you took the condom from him wanting to put it on for him. Bucky moaned as you wrapped his dick and soon enough you were ready to go, arousal practically dripping down your inner thighs.

Bucky’s hand lid up to the back of your neck as you slid down his cock; both moaning at the feeling. You took a second to move but when you did things practically fell into pace. You quickly found a good rhythm for the both of you and soon enough you felt yourselves growing near climax.

Bucky’s hands gripped at your ass, grunting and moaning at the feeling of your walls gliding in and out of you. He smacked your ass leaving a slight red-ish mark for you to admire later. You pulled him closer, if that was even possible, burying your face in between Bucky’s neck and shoulder. 

“I can feel ya getting close, baby. Fucking squeezing me. Feels so good, princess.”

“I'm gonna come, I’m so close.”

“Don’t come until I say so. Hold it, I know you can. Be my good little girl and fucking hold it.”

You sucked and kissed and licked his neck leaving little marks not nearly as big as the ones he was leaving all over you. Soon enough you felt the coil building in the pit of your stomach snap and you moaned so loud into Bucky’s ear, he almost came from hearing your moans.

“Sorry I literally screamed in your ear.”

“I told you not to come until I say so.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t hold it anymore. You felt too good,” you whispered, barely audible.

“That doesn’t matter. I told you to hold it,” Bucky got off the bed and reached for his pants. You got so scared that he was going to leave; terrified. But instead he took his belt he was wearing and stalked back towards you. Oh how the butterflies in your stomach fluttered right now.

“Arms up baby girl. You don’t get to touch me now.”

You complied, your stomach fluttering immensely at the mere thought of what Bucky was going to  do with you now. When he finished looping the belt around the headboard of the bed his hands ran along your entire body kissing here and there until back up to you. 

“Too tight?” you shook your head.

“Perfect. Winter; say the word and I stop,” he kissed passionately, sliding back in you, pussy sensitive from orgasming twice tonight. 

Bucky didn’t take as much time as you did before starting to slam into you over and over again. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, toes curling in themselves, tears brimming your eyes. Bucky fingers dug into your waist surely leaving more marks for you in the morning. 

His hand came up to wrap around your neck and squeezed ever so slightly.

“Feel good? My little fucking slut, whining and wiggling under me,” Bucky said, more to himself than anything.

“Fuck-” you moaned. You wrists rubbing against the belt, trying to pull away so you could touch Bucky.

“What is it? You wanna touch me,” Bucky’s hand squeezed a bit more and you moaned even louder, legs wrapping around his waist pulling him closer that way.

“Oh good please Bucky, let me touch you!”

“Uh-uh, bad girls don’t get what they want. If you want to touch me you have to beg me like the good little whore you are,” Bucky growled.

“Fuck Bucky please, I’ll do anything for you just me let me touch you. Please, please, please!”

“Tell me your mine.”

“I’m yours, Buck. All fucking yours. No one else’s!”

“No one is ever gonna fuck as good as I do. Your mine.”

“Yes! I’m yours, oh god,” you moaned.

Bucky was extremely close to cumming and so were you so he undid the belt with one hand skillfully and your arms wrapped around his body pulling as close to you as humanly possible. Your hands ran through his hair and pulled hard as you both fell over the edge. Bucky settled between your legs for a minute kissing your breasts, your chest heaving trying to catch your breath. 

Bucky got up and discarded the condoms making sure there were no tears or rips considering how rough he’d been with you. He didn’t intend to be rough at first but his mind was so clouded with you he practically lost control; but you didn’t mind not one bit. 

Bucky came back with bottled water from a small refrigerator he kept in the corner of his room and held you back and head as you brought the water to your lips. After satisfying your dry and hoarse throat, Bucky picked you up and set down on his bathroom counter, the cold of the marble counter in extreme contrast to your hot skin. 

He cleaned you up and inspected your wrists making sure you weren’t hurt; although they were quite red and would probably hurt in the morning. Lastly, he grabbed a wipe and cleaned the remaining mess of makeup you had put on the night before speaking up again.

“Was I too rough? I didn’t mean to be,” Bucky caressing the sides of your waist. You shocked your head no; the face with a blissfully fucked out expression and a smile making Bucky chuckle. He rubbed your skin with lotion to ease any irritation anything may have caused and kissed the marks he made during sex. He admits that he really likes seeing you marked up by him knowing he’s the only one who gets to see them and make them. Makes him proud that he was able to fuck so good and you loved it too.

He picked you up and took you to bed; kissing you all over one last time before letting you fall asleep in his arms. The last thing you heard before you fell asleep was Bucky whispering about how good were to him, calling you his good little girl; rubbing your back ever so softly putting you to sleep.

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You woke the next morning arms and legs tangled with another. You turn your head to find Bucky Barnes’ face tucked into your neck soft breaths tickling your skin. You rubbed his arms and back, nails lightly scratching him causing him to stir a bit.

Bucky pressed soft kisses against your skin and rested his large warm hands on your ass and thighs. You felt the urge to use the restroom and haven’t going last night, you figured you should as soon as possible. Prying your mildly sweaty body from his was obviously unsuccessful with how much stronger he was compared to you. His legs moved further in between your thighs and he began kissing your chest making you giggle in return.

“Bucky, I have to use the restroom,” you grabbed his face.

“Oh, sorry,” he chuckled and released his hold on you, not without whining of course.

You ran into his bathroom and shut the door. When you turned around you gasped realizing how marked up you were. Dark purple spots littered all over your chest and neck. Your wrists were bright red from the belt he used last night; however they didn’t hurt, a bit sore but not painful. Your thighs were also decorated with love bites and hickeys from Bucky last night and you smiled to yourself.

After you used the bathroom you cleaned yourself as well as possible but admittedly needed a shower in the end. You opened the door only to find Bucky, grinning like a little boy. You folded your hands underneath your chin evidently hiding your body with your arms as much as you could. 

Bucky came up to you and placed his hands on your waist kissing the top of your head before turning you around to look at yourself in the bathroom mirror. His body was flush against your and you could feel his dick sitting against your ass and lower back. His face came up and rested on your shoulder then grabbed your hands to wrap them behind his head and yours. 

You played with his hair a bit feeling so confident and loved by the affection Bucky has been giving since you came into his room. His hands ran across your body everywhere they could reach before making eye contact with you in the mirror.

“Look at you, goddamn.”

“What?” you chuckled.

“Do you see what I’m seeing?”

You shook your head, feeling incredibly shy suddenly.

“Look how  fucking beautiful and gorgeous and perfect you are. Geez, I can’t even handle it.” 

You laughed out at how dramatic he was being.

“Goddamn, I could stare at your perfect body all fucking day,” he whispered, it wasn’t in a sensual tone however. It was almost like he was saying to himself, like he actually wanted to do as such.

“Please stay,” he asked you.

“Are you ok?” you sensed he was being incredibly serious, almost about to cry even.

His sad painted with sadness, eyes begging you to stay with him for the day. He wanted something with you.he wanted to be yours and hoped to God that you’d be his in return.

“Stay with me. Please?” you realized you didn’t think he was talking about staying for now, he meant stay with him, as a partner.

“What happened?” you caressed his face in your hands. He lifted you and placed you on the counter Like he did the night before, settling his hips in between your legs.

“They always leave,” he whispered.

“Who? ”

“I didn’t want to just sleep around with girls anymore so I started talking to them and taking them out but every time the night we had sex, they would always leave. I tried talking to them the next day but they always said they didn’t want anything out of it. So I stopped having sex altogether.” 

Your heart ached for him. You didn’t want to do that to him. Of course you thought about it, but that was clearly before you realized Bucky wanted to be with you.

“I won’t leave.”

“We can stay in my room all day. You don’t even have to get out of bed. I can grab a couple game consoles from downstairs and we play on the tv. We order breakfast. I’ll wash your clothes. We have a washing machine in the basement,” Bucky said excitedly, you smiled excited as well for your day with Bucky.

“Can we take a shower first?” you asked.

“Yes of course, let’s take a shower.”

“Let’s?” you wiggled your eyebrows.

“Of course. Maybe we can pop in a couple rounds while we’re at it,” Bucky winked.

“Bucky!”

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Ok, all done. :) Hope you liked it and maybe give it a little like or reblog? You don’t have  to though lol

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HELLO BESTIE I am currently having Ralbert Brainrot and you're the best person go come to for this, obviously,, so PLEASE share! I would like to hear about ufc albert or youtuber race, or dancing partners!! I love them smm

HI YES HELLO USING THIS AS AN EXCUSE TO WRITE UFC FIGHTER AL PART 2 THANKS BABES

i just witnessed a literal crime and i’m Feeling The Rage (boxing judges at mma events can catch these hands) so here is. my brain on anger.

also the first half of this is pretty fight-talk heavy but the second half is more al/ralbert central so message me/send me an ask if i don’t explain something well enough <3

here is the ask i sent to @we-are-inevitable (thanks jac i’m in love with you mwah) and here is part 1 for this au if you haven’t read that one yet !!

also,,,,, this is fairly obvious. but trigger warning for violence/physical fighting, as well as blood. (it’s a rough gig y’all fjdhdb) oh and swearing but that’s pretty much just me LMAO

here i am, bein mad and writing ralbert. therapy time with chandler ig

OK SO

this is after his debut. duh. continuation

i think he’s probably 5 fights in with 5 wins. he’s been running people through, especially with four full camps after a short notice start, and he’s never even seen a decision in the ufc

let’s just say the hype train is moving FAST and it’s moving LOUD

everyone has to have those people that watch their fights just to see them lose, on top of the majority male fan base that have to have a little bit of toxic masculinity and homophobia in there

so there’s A LOT of people that are waiting for him and his hype train to get derailed. but there’s also a fair amount of fans, so you win some you lose some (the way i would die to see this be a real fighter pls)

now albert’s not always the most confident guy, and he’s never been cocky, but none of this shit gets to him. he’s got his coaches, he’s got his friends and he’s got race behind him. he knows he’s got the skills, and he’s got his support system, so who gives a shit what a bunch of cowards on the internet have to say?

and then they put him against someone known for his grappling and stamina. and the “it’s a wrap for dasilva!” bandwagon starts. it happens every time a rising striker and early knockout artist fights a well known grappler with any semblance of later round power (even if al has a background in wrestling and has gone 5 rounds and won outside of the ufc. it’s a bandwagon for a reason)

and it’s not Upsetting, it’s not really getting into his head in any way that’ll make him do worse, but it’s kinda pissing him off. which is bad for his opponent

the last person on earth you want to be fighting is an annoyed albert dasilva who thinks he has something to prove

he works his ass off in camp, and the press tour is a self-assured albert vs. a loudmouth who thinks he’s hot shit cause a few people on twitter think he’ll sweep

and, to be completely honest? it’s starting to look that way 2 rounds in.

it’s a 5 round fight, co-main event on a big card, and so far all al’s opponent has done is pinned him to the cage and kept him there. a few strikes worth anything - at least enough make al’s cheek bleed, no takedowns, which would at least give him some activity, and so submission attempts, so he can’t even gain any ground that way. he’s just- Stuck. and if THIS is how he loses, he’s gonna be pissed

the bell for the second round sounds, and you can actually see al’s chest heaving on camera as he walks to his corner - not because he’s tired or out of breath, but because he’s MAD, and fuck if he’s not going to do something about it

not only that, but he can not only see race and jack standing up by the cage - plus race’s expression, which is slightly annoyed and super anxious, which hurts his chest to think about - but he can hear them too

jack is yelling profanities, as per usual. he doesn’t that regardless of how the fight is going, but it’s less encouraging when you’re the one losing.

race though,,,, race isn’t really yelling, he’s more talking to himself than anything, but he’s close enough to cage and al knows him well enough to figure out what he’s saying. and if the muttered almost-prayers while he paces back and forth weren’t enough, the shiny gold engagement ring on race’s hand definitely is

round 3,,,, let’s just say it goes a little differently than the first 2 had gone.

he opens with a spinning back kick, of all fucking things, and that truly sets the pace

he’s the taller guy by a few inches, like usual, which makes his arms longer. the only reason crushing his against the cage worked is cause the guy he’s fighting cuts weight like a wrestler, so he’s easily got 20 pounds on albert come fight night

but once he finds his rhythm and starts throwing, he starts connecting too. he manages to stay out of range of his opponent and stay his comfortable distance to start t-ing off

this isn’t a one punch power ending. this isn’t a beautiful head kick, or a giant knee, or even just a clean right hook.

this is albert, who’s arms are starting to feel the 3rd round a little bit, hitting this guy with everything he has cause he refuses to lose this fight.

i mean- everyone watched him get up at the start of the round with a set jaw and a scary determined glint in his eye. he’s not a person you fuck with, and he’s definitely not a person you publicly ridicule before being locked in a cage to fight with

the guy he’s fighting is absolutely battered, but he manages to survive until round 4. the first of the championship rounds, something al’s never seen in a ufc fight before, and it feels like the arena is holding its breath

so when al comes out and does the same thing as round 3 to better results - fight ending results - everyone’s a little shocked, honestly

the commentary team’s in disbelief, cause albert is NOT a slow starter, regardless of what this fight would tell you, and the fact he managed a win at all, let alone such a phenomenal one, is fucking astounding

he gets his hand raised, obviously, but the really interesting part is the post fight interview

“albert, man, what changed between round 2 and 3? what second gear did you find?”

“bro, i just— it was pissing me off, honestly. i don’t come in here to get pinned down for 25 minutes. and, y’know, my team gave me good advice. i had all the pieces, straight from the jump, someone just had to force me to put them in place…”

and then he looks over at race, who gives al one of those half grin, half smirks and winks at him, and al just chuckles to himself and finishes answering the question

“the thing that really forced my hand is race. i won’t get cheesy on you, but watching someone who loves and supports you through everything panic cause he’s scared for you - it’s a big motivator. everyone would figure out a lot more of my motivations if they went and watched race’s expressions back instead of whatever the hell i’m doing in here. he’s always been the brains, i’m just the brawn.”

and that’s a better answer than anyone was expecting, plus he’s just had the fight of a lifetime that’s probably earned him a title shot, so he’s done soon after that and gets to have his little in-cage celebration

he hugs his team and jack, who razzes him a little bit as per usual, and makes some dumb quip about going over tapes later like he’s a coach. and then comes race

he hugs him, all tender and cute and also very sweaty cause That’s How It Works, and the camera’s focused on him, so they can tell they’re whispering back and forth. but there’s no mics on them, so what’s said is missed entirely on the audience, but it’s their usual cheesy, in love mess

“congrats, baby. i’m proud of you.”

“oh please. it was 90% you anyway. i meant what i said, it wasn’t just for the cameras.”

“i know that. i’m gonna have to get you back somehow for telling everyone to go back and watch my awful anxious expression. i’ll think of something.”

“i’m sure you will, sweetheart.”

and then al does that awful, adorable lil nose bump thing, and then kisses race. and then jack covers his eyes and whines until they stop like the actual 12 year old boy he is inside

and then they leave the octagon, race and al holding hands, and al throws his arm over jack’s shoulder and shoves his head down and pushes him, cause even though he was just in a literal cage match he’s still a roughhousing teenager at heart

and he’s got interviews and press shit that separates him from his people, and he’s gotta slide that bulletproof mask back down over all the happy and in love shit he’s feeling so he can not smile like an idiot on camera constantly

but every once in awhile he’ll catch jack giving him the finger and laugh before returning it below view of the camera

or he’ll catch race’s eye from where he’s standing behind all the studio lights and do a little wave under the camera and return the wink from earlier, and the unbothered fighter facade will crack a little bit

but he’s not completely convinced that’s such a bad thing

GOD THIS POST IS SO MUCH LONGER THEN I MEANT IT TO BE IM SORRY

but Yeah. Them.

i love this au a helleva lot more than i should but that’s Fine cause i’ve got thoughts for days on it

[dweebfics]

💖Valentine's Day Special pt. 3

💥Deadlock/Drift x Ratchet (MTMTE/Cyberverse) 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Ok guys don't kill me yet! Let me explain..‼️I know this doesn't go just right with the comic, I did a little twist to go with the one shot. Sorry! 

But...

Enjoy🥰

** Warning: Lemon **

Ratchet's P.O.V

It was a regular day in Macadams, within these doors factions did not exist. I was exhausted from my previous shift, today all the injured bots were overflowing.

"Can't believe how many idiots I attended today.." I huffed out taking my last sip from my energon.

"Can I get you another one?" I heard a deep voice behind me that made me look up and see a mech from my opposite faction.

"No thank you.." I said closing my optics trying to ignore him.

"Just one.. C'mon. I'm worth talking." He said sitting next to me, I looked at him with the corner of my optic, not amused.

"Fine, just one" I said turning to look at him straight.

** A few energon drinks later **

"I tried making my own invention and it just exploded, so I figured I would just stay with swords haha" He said and got a chuckle out of me.

"So we have been talking for a good while. What's ya name?" He asked me and I gave him a small smile.

"Ratchet, you?"

"Deadlock." He said throwing me a smile.. I don't know if it was the energon, but he was so.. attractive..

"You ok doc? He asked getting me out of my trance.

"Y- *hic* Yes"

"It looks like you had enough.. Let's get you some water to fresh you up." He said as he got up to let the bartender to bring us some refreshments, I stopped him by holding his servo and making him look at me and get closer to my faceplate.. We were inches away from each other, his lips were so tempting.. But I couldn't do it. Then, he did what I wouldn't imagine. He was having my exact same thoughts.. He closed the distance between us with a quick kiss. As we separate, we looked at each others optics. It felt like we were by ourselves in here, when in actuality it was full of mechs and femme having fun.

"Follow me" Deadlock said and pulls me into a secluded side of the bar and throws me against the wall, I looked at him surprised at first, but them bit my bottom lip and pulled him in for an intense kiss, Deadlock following me as he wished for the same. I was gettin aroused fast, his servos traveling all over my frame. He then started attacking my neck with bites and kisses making me moan out of pleasure, I bring him back for another passionate kiss. Deadlock placed one of his stabilizers under my codpiece, making me grind against his thigh.

"You like that?" He asked me, his voice got deeper making me more wet and my transfluids dripping on his thigh..

"Look how wet you are for me~ Mmm~ So good" He said as he attacked my neck one more time..

I got so into this that I didn't notice what I was doing.. Me with a decepticon.. I can't stoop this low.. I have to stop.. I can't.. and I'm not even aware.. I have to stop..

"D-deadlock.. S-s.. Aah~"

"Hm? What's that sweetspark?"

"S-stop.. I can't do this!" I said as I pushed him and walked away from him.. This is so unlike me I can't believe I did this..

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Years passed

Every time Ratchet passed by Macadam's he remembered that night. He softly shaked his helm and continued walking, until he noticed someone walking out of Macadam's a white and red mech..

"I've never seen him before.." I said to myself.

Later on we were on board the lost light, when I noticed the same mech from Macadam.. I felt like I knew him from somewhere.. I juts brushed it off and kept on restocking the medbay..

"Ratchet?" I heard the same voice from behind, the same one from that night..I turned around startled only to find the new autobot recruit that I have been seen around iacon and the lost light.

"Oh.. Sorry I thought you were someone else.. How can I help you..Umm What's your name?" I asked him getting back into restocking.

"My designation is Drift.." He said and then I heard his peds get closer.

“But you might know me from my previous designation, Deadlock.." He finished and I stood in shock looking forward.. That's why he seemed so familiar. I turned around to face him only to find him near my faceplate.. I looked down to where his new crest of faction stood.

"Y-you're and Autobot now?" I asked still startled.

"Yes.. I honestly haven't stopped thinking about you.. You're my whole reason I switched factions. I had to find you again.." Drift said raising his servo to softly caress my faceplate. I was dumbfounded, speechless.. I can't believe a bot would do something like this.. for me.

"I want to continue our last encounter if you let me..?" He asked getting me closer to him, all I did was swallow a big gulp and instantly sent an order from my computer to close the door with a lock so we wouldn't get any interruptions.

Hehe.. I'll take that as a yes~" He said devilishly and I bit my lower lip as he connected us once more with a kiss. This time it was different, full of love and passion. He tasted so sweet and I craved every inch of his frame just like I did before. Drift then pushed me against the desk behind me making me lay back and knocking everything out of the way to then be followed by Drift getting on top of me.

"You taste delicious sweetspark~ I don't want to stop kissing you~" Drift said kissing me once more. I then opened my codpiece followed by Drift showing me his slick spike. All I could do was crave him, I need him, since our first encounter. Drift got off the desk and places me on my chassis facing the desk, giving him better access to my dripping wet valve as I laid forward. He lifted one of my stabilizers to the desk and inserted himself without warning. Making me hiss and moan out in pleasure.

"You sound so sweet~ Almost made me overload~" Drift said. All I could think was if he didn't start moving I would go crazy.

"D-drift~ Frag me~" Without wasting any time he started pounding into me making the whole desk move with each thrust. It felt so good, I needed this, I needed him.

"Aah~ Y-yes! Harder!" The sensation was driving me crazy, I needed more. Drift grabbed me by my waist and quicken his pace, this making me throw my helm back and hang my glossa out. Drift then grabs me by my neck making me bend my back more and to quicken more his rhythm. This sensation was insane, I felt like I was about to burst.

"Drift! Aah~"

"Yeah? You like that?~ This is so much better than I ever imagined..I needed you Ratchet~" Drift then dove his helm on my shoulder plates and bit down hard as he was close to climaxing, this making me bursts into an intense overload, Drift following me soon after. I laid on the desk breathing heavy and then Drift separated us and helped me up.

"R-ratchet.. Why did you leave that night?" I looked up at him with wide optics, then down to the floor. I was embarrassed.

"You probably thought I was an easy target.. Didn't even get a lot of manipulating to get me into that position and into that secluded room in Macadam's.. I couldn't go back to that place ever since." I finished sayin still looking down, feeling my faceplate blushed.

I did not think about that at all.. I found you quite attractive. Heck! You made me change factions for Primus sake.. I went to Macadam everyday hoping to see you again.." Drift said caressing my faceplate making me look up at him.

"And thank Primus I did.. I don't regret it a single bit.. I want to be with you Ratch.."

"Don't call me that 😑"

"S-sorry 😅"

"I'm sorry I left without explanation.. I should have given a reason." I said,

"It's ok, what's important is that I found you.. and I will be next to you for anything and everything.." Drift said and gave me a quick peck on my lips.

Part 4

[2manyfandoms2count]

I love you (not) - Chapter 12

Today on I love you (not), Adrienette makes an appearance and our dearest protagonists have feeling epiphanies. We're only halfway through the fic though, so everything isn't solved. After the mutually unrequited half, we're about to enter the pining half. Hope you enjoy!

@marichatmay

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Chapter 12: In which youuuu can feeeeel the loveeee toniiiight

Marinette’s gaze wandered around the room as she sipped on her sparkling apple juice, her foot absentmindedly tapping to the beat of the music. The party was in full swing, and so far, everything seemed to be going swimmingly.

Her classmates were laughing, even Chloé and Lila (separately, of course), hanging out in small groups around the buffet, or showing off their moves on the dancefloor. No sign of an Akuma anywhere. Everything was perfect.

A slight frown creased Marinette’s forehead as she realised that there was one person whom she hadn’t seen yet, and she was starting to wonder what was keeping him when she sensed a presence behind her.

"Hey, Marinette." Adrien almost managed to sneak up on her, but he was less discrete than Chat Noir. She turned around, a bright smile gracing her lips. There he was.

Adrien's breath caught as he took in exactly how pretty Marinette looked in her dress. He’d known she'd been bound to look good in it; firstly, because Marinette was always pretty, it was an undeniable fact; secondly, the dress had been very pretty on the mannequin, too, so really it would have been a feat for it not to be nice when worn.

Yet nothing could've prepared him for the synergistic effect of both, the garment falling gracefully on her, hugging her in all the right places.

"You look... Amazing, did you make that dress yourself?" He blushed as he averted his gaze to meet her eyes. He noticed she was wearing her hair half up, which really was a lovely look on her.

"Thanks, and yes," Marinette's cheeks pinked as she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I was aiming to not be overdressed, but..." Her eyes went back to the open space. Adrien saw that even though a couple of their classmates had thrown on a blazer, most had showed up in their usual attire.

"You're perfect." He smiled, before tutting. "The others are underdressed. We had a planned party for once, and yet... Really, people could have made a bit more of an effort."

Marinette turned towards him. Adrien’s hands were casually buried in his pockets. He wasn’t wearing his usual jeans, but a suit, darker than the one she’d always seen him wear. "At least you seem to have gotten the memo. New suit?"

"Good eye. It's part of Father's next collection." He grinned.

"We're so lucky to get an exclusive preview." Her hand hovered midway between them, hesitant to touch the fabric.

"It's not entirely benevolent, though. I'm supposed to crash test it, to see if it withstands being worn." He adjusted his cufflinks. "Actually, would you do me the honour of dancing with me? Purely for experimental purposes, obviously." He bowed before her and winked.

"Of course." She giggled at his antics, an odd feeling of déjà vu nagging at her. She knew she was talking to Adrien, and yet… There was something about him tonight that made her think of a certain someone else. She brushed the thought away, blaming it on the dark suit, as she put her glass down and took his hand, following him to the dancefloor.

Adrien caught Nino's eye, and the latter nodded at him with a wide smile. He made an ok sign before changing the track.

“Time to shake things up in here, time to get a little rock’n roll!” he announced in his best DJ voice.

“Up for the challenge?” Adrien asked Marinette.

She nodded, mentally thanking Chat Noir for the refresher course he’d given her. He really had her back whatever the situation, huh?

They started swinging their arms to the rhythm; she remembered to trace hearts in the air to show professionalism. Then the rhythm picked up, and the show really started.

Adrien picked up the pace and Marinette smoothly followed, starting with easy figures; twirl in, twirl out, half-waltz, yoyo, hand exchange, double stroke. People looked on curiously as Marinette cocked an eyebrow at Adrien, daring him to level it up.

He smirked and lifted her briefly, resumed a couple of simple passes, then, as she spun back into his embrace, he dipped her. Somebody (probably Alya), hooted in the crowd.

“Ready for a flip?” He was slightly breathless, his hair a little dishevelled.

Marinette’s heart was beating quite fast and although she was flushed, she knew it was just from the exercise. The thought rattled her a bit.

“Show me what you got, Agreste.” She put on her most confident smile and he pulled her up. His hands dropped to her waist and he lifted her, throwing her in the air. Her flight lasted a couple of seconds, during which she didn’t hear their audience’s gasps, and then she was back in Adrien’s strong arms, cushioning her landing.

Cheers erupted around them as the song faded out, and they remained embraced, slightly panting from the dance.

“That was amazing, Marinette,” Adrien whispered in her ear, with a slightly disbelieving chuckle. He’d managed to catch her without the Miraculous suit’s help. The doubt had invaded his mind just as she’d left his arms, and he hoped she never knew how terrified he’d been of dropping her.

“Yeah,” she panted.

Suddenly the guitar solo of Toto’s Won't hold you back now echoed through the restaurant.

Adrien’s eyes met Nino’s, and his friend winked at him. A crazy idea crossed his mind. He’d enjoyed his time with Marinette so much over the past months. Dating her as Chat Noir was definitely a bad idea and he definitely had to put an end to it, but what if… What if he asked her out as Adrien? Yes, there’d still be that massive secret hanging between them, that he moonlit as one of Paris’ superheroes. But being on the other side of the mask, the one that got to talk to her every day without having to make up excuses as to why he was at her balcony, that could just turn around in his seat to tell her how beautiful she was, would make things so much easier.

If she’d fallen in love with Chat Noir, she’d technically already be in love with him, although he’d of course pull all the stops to make sure she felt as cherished as she deserved, and do his best to conceal the fact that her ex and her present boyfriend were actually the same person. He couldn’t deny that he’d thought about Marinette more than he’d had about Ladybug lately. This was the perfect opportunity to move on from his partner.

"Hey, it's our song." He commented, feeling his heartbeat pick up.

"O-our?" Marinette stammered, pulling away slightly from him.

"The one we danced to at Chloé's last party, remember?" He felt his cheeks warm up at the thought that he might have spoken out of turn, or worse, that she might have forgotten, when the memory regularly invaded his dreams. She’d seemed almost shocked at his choice of words.

"Oh, right." She gave him a small smile before moving a little closer to him.

It wasn’t exactly to snuggle up to him, although she supposed it probably looked like it, given Alya’s enthusiastic thumbs up she caught as they danced; she just needed to hide her face from him. Adrien led their steps, which was just as well since her overthinking brain was too busy trying to compute his words.

Was he... Making a move on her? She looked up and their eyes locked, his gaze softening as they did. He twirled her before catching her, holding her a little closer than before. She didn't mind.

Then he unexpectedly dipped her, and looked as if he was about to say something to her. His eyes were full of affection, like hers in almost all of the pictures of her looking at him that had been taken before a couple of months ago. She could almost feel the virtual pink bubbles that surrounded her.

She paled.

Maybe she was finally getting what she'd wanted since the first real conversation they'd had. Maybe this was it . But then why did it feel so… wrong? Why did her heart tell her to bolt? Why did she want to be in Chat Noir's arms at that precise moment?

"Marinette? Is everything ok?" Adrien pulled her up, a worried frown creasing his brow.

"It's just a bit warm, I haven't eaten much today. I'll just go and grab something from the buffet." She waved in its direction, putting up a brave smile to conceal her rattled state. What was it with Chat Noir invading her thoughts tonight? She needed to get a grip.

"Want me to come with you?" He really looked concerned, and she felt bad for worrying him.

"I’ll be fine, thanks. Keep testing out your suit." She patted his shoulder gently before heading off.

He watched her walk away, slightly disconcerted. He'd felt so confident that he'd be able to reproduce the unadulterated joy his friend had displayed when they'd danced in her room, yet somehow he seemed to have gone a step too far.

But then again... Maybe it all boiled down to who she'd been with then (well, who she’d known she was with).

He knew it wasn't a good idea. But he had to check his theory. His heart commanded it.

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Marinette tried her best to act like a wallflower next to the buffet, something that might have worked better if she hadn't undisputedly been the prettiest girl in the room, and if she'd been standing near an actual wall and not a bay window. Those were Chat Noir's thoughts, anyway, as he watched her from outside, perched on his baton, holding back from knocking on the closest window just to see her sway gently to the rhythm of the music.

Then he saw her nibbling at her nails, confirming that something was troubling her.

She must have sensed that she was being watched, because she turned around before his fist could tap on the window. Their eyes met, and for a second she looked slightly surprised, a little taken aback, even, by his presence, before a smile bloomed on her lips. He could have sworn that she was relieved. He wished that he could've taken a picture of her at that exact moment.

“You really felt like you needed to patrol tonight?” She asked as she opened the window for him.

“Well, I know they say that the mice dance when the cat’s away, but this cat felt like it was missing out.” He pointed to himself and pouted.

“Poor kitty.” She scratched his neck. He almost let out a purr, but managed to hold it in.

“Anyway, I see a mouse that isn’t dancing, and I’d argue that’s a criminal offence.” He shot her a pointed look.

“It’s not like I haven’t danced already.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ll have you know that we were quite a success.”

“I know, I was there.” He winked.

She  looked at her feet sheepishly, and he regretted his choice of words. He cleared his throat. “I was thinking, I think the rooftop’s empty, would you like to get out of here, maybe?”

“Please.” She grabbed a chair and helped herself up, climbing out of the window after checking nobody was looking. Chat pushed the window pane shut after she’d gotten on his lap and extended his baton upwards, letting go of her when they’d reached the top floor.

Marinette took a deep breath as she leaned on the railing, looking at the view. Dark, warning clouds had gathered on the horizon, but she only saw the full moon, standing unobstructed in the sky and reflecting in the pool.

The music was faintly audible from below. Marinette shuffled around to face Chat Noir.

“So… Since you were complaining about this mouse not dancing… How about you right that wrong?”

“‘Twould be my pleasure, princess.” He took her hand and guided her out.

“A waltz?” Marinette raised an eyebrow after the first couple of steps. “I thought they were passées .”

“I wouldn’t want you to have practised for nothing,” he said softly. “Plus, nobody’s here to judge us for being old-fashioned.”

She let out a content sigh as he gently pressed his cheek to her temple (they couldn’t dance cheek to cheek even with her kitten heels). She closed her eyes and revelled in the moment.

Gently swaying in the moonlight, Chat humming along to the music ( La vie en rose, probably a request from Juleka), it was like time had stopped, and she wished they could stay in this perfect bubble forever, one where she didn’t have to question her feelings, where she could just enjoy the moment.

Marinette felt something light land on her shoulder. Then on her nose.

Chat must have felt it too, because they both looked up. The moon was gone, hidden by stormy clouds. The rain’s pace picked up. They looked at each other, Marinette’s gaze questioning what they should do.

Chat Noir purred, afraid she’d let go of him. Marinette let out a crystalline laugh, an exquisite sound he knew he’d never grow tired of hearing.

She held him closer, eyes fluttering shut once more as she smiled, her cheek pressed to his chest, enjoying the gentle vibrations.

This was it. She was right where she wanted to be.

[parkjess]

Can I request a childhood friends to lovers scenario with Sanha?? Thank you !! 💜

Friends to lovers/ Yoon Sanha

Genre: Fluff

It was 3rd grade when your best friend told you about the cute, nerdy boy she saw in her neighborhood, where both of you hang most of the time. She was so overwhelmed when she talked about him, and a precious smile appeared on her face every time his name came up.

“Y/n! Did you hear that Sanha is moving to our school next week?” She jumped at you the moment she entered the classroom, holding your shoulders to keep you steady. -“Oh! Really? I cant wait to meet your lover boy.” You tease her with a slight smirk and she blushes right away.

Time flew and you became best friends with Sanha, that bubbly-like-personality boy. You grew up together, he spent all his childhood at your place and you at his, growing taller with him until he became a tower and the one your heart desire.

Somewhere in the middle of the second semester in 11th grade you found yourself dreaming about him, every single night. Even on nights you couldn’t fall asleep, you used to think about him and it would calm you down and make you escape to dreamland. But in the mornings, it felt wrong, almost regretting your dreams you’re not responsible for.

School ends in a bit, and there’s the prom approaching too, which looks like the opportunity to confess your feeling to him, but those other feelings tell you otherwise.

“Y/n!” Sanha calls you from across the hallway, his tall figure can not be avoided and you close the locker when he approaches. -“Well, good morning to you, what’s up?” You ask and shove your hands to the pockets of your hoodie. He looks extremely happy this morning, not as he always feels this early.

“I finally got a suit for the prom, just like I used to tell you I want it to look like when we were kids, remember?” You smile at the excited boy, his lips are shaped perfectly for a wide smile as well. -“oh that’s great! I haven’t found a dress yet.” You pout and look down.

“You don’t need to worry, you’ll be pretty even if you’d wear a trash bag.” Your heart skips a beat at his words and you cough because you don’t want him to notice the blush spreading on your cheeks.

-“Shut up...” you playfully hit his chest, -“Uhm... so, are you gonna invite your date or what?” You were convinced he’s taking you to the prom, but only wanted to make sure you’re right and there’s no other girls in the line for him.

“I thought... we’re going together- I’m... am I wrong?” He stuttered, confused.

-“Exactly. See you later kid.” You heard what you wished to hear from him and kissed him on the cheek for a goodbye. “Call me when your class ends!” Sanha shouts to you as you disappear from his sight in excited jumps and throw a thumb in the air for approval.

As days went by and prom day got closer, you were more frustrated to find the perfect dress in your favorite color.

“How about this?” Sanha shows you a dress he finds cute and not more than this, for you, as you bring a huge bag of snack and sit on your bed. -“Are you kidding me? Do you not know me enough time?” You laugh and open a bag of chips, his favorite kind.

“Woah... y/n. This. You will look beautiful in this.” He opens his mouth in surprise, seems like he found the perfect one for you, while you only tried not to blush from his compliments.

-“oh shut up I’m sure it’s not even pret- oh my... I mean- it’s cute I guess...” you rub your neck nervously as he turns the phone to you, waiting for your reaction and you see the magical dress of your dreams you were looking for, but it was a bit exposing, not too much, but you usually don’t expose skin parts such as your lower neck-chest part near him, and you know you’re going to dance with him all night at prom.

“Cute huh? I’m buying you this...” Sanha teases and states, but you wouldn’t let him pay for this expensive, yet beautiful piece of clothing. -“Wh-no! You’re not.” You turn his shoulder for him to face you and he rolls on the bed and looks at you. “Says who?” He giggles, exposing his beautiful smile that never fails at erasing your serious face. -“Says me! Yoon sanha, you’re not buying this dress unless you don’t want me to come with you to the prom.” You found your manipulative way to stop him from adding the fairy dress to cart and he gives up. “Ok, fine. But it’s just because I want you to come with me, and I know that when you threat, you mean it.” He laughs but he’s right as well.

-“That’s right. Did it start yet?” You take the popcorn from the big plastic bag and open it as your other hand grabs the remote control, searching for the channel eunwoo’s drama is aired on.

Two days are left for the prom, and still you’ve been looking for a proper dress that doesn’t cost the same price as a kidney.

“Hello?” You answer the unfamiliar phone number from the unknown person who you couldn’t recognize by voice. -“Miss y/l/n?” He calls you by your last name, still no clue who calls people like that nowadays, and before you answer with something rude like ‘how did you get my number’, he says, -“I have a package for you, are you home now?” It sounds suspicious, so you run to the window where only you can see him through it, and realize it’s a delivery guy, still doesn’t look like someone you might know.

“I think it might be a mistake... I didn’t order anything.” You stutter in confusion. -“are you y/n who lives in (your address)?” He asks, looking for someone around. “Uhm... yeah...”

-“Then it’s not a mistake, I’m leaving it next to the front door, have a good day.”

You furrow your brows and watch him leave. When he’s completely out of your sight, you run to grab the big box, it’s not especially heavy.

Reaching your room, you throw it on your bed and rush to check the details, they’re all yours, except for the credit card number. That’s when you realize Sanha did pay for that dress, but having doubts, it’s been a while since you last talked about that dress, how come it only arrived now?

“AYO! I’m home!” Sanha shouts from downstairs, he’s like living at your place so he got used to calling it home. “Y/n, you’ll never believ-“ he gets closer to your bedroom.

-“Oh I’m gonna kill you YOON SANHA!” You throw a piece of paper at the big guy who just got home from school. “Holy- stop it!” You grab the pillow he use to sleep on with a picture of two of you printed on it, and about to throw it on him. “Oh you got the dress! Don’t you like it?!” He shouts back at you playfully. -“That’s the problem! I LOVE IT!” And with that last scream of yours, you both calm down and he approaches to give you a hug.

-“Why did you buy it?” Tears of joy and thankfulness fill up your eyes and stream down your cheeks when his shirt covers your face (if you’re tall, then you bury your face in his neck🙂👍🏻), your grip on the pillow releases and it meets the floor. Sanha caress your hair/back, not leaving your figure. “You know I couldn’t leave it there when I saw how your eyes sparkled looking at that dress, it’s perfect for you.”

-“What about my threats?” You lift your head to look at him, scanning his beautiful skin from closer. “You won’t miss the prom when you have a dress like this. We’ve been through a lot for me to not know you enough, y/n.”

It sounds like he was about to confess, little did you know you’re not feeling those strong heartbeats on your own.

On prom night it was the hardest. You couldn’t see Sanha for two days and had struggles falling asleep last night from being too excited. He only called once in those last days on face time to see you but nothing more, it was your decision because you wanted to make tonight special for both of you, and since you know each other, it’s not been more than one day without meeting.

My favorite boi: 7pm, bring yourself only😉

He sent you this text 5 hours ago, and you only replied with a short “k”, glancing at the same text from him every 10 minutes which makes your heart not beat in its regular beat, dancing with a different rhythm.

6:57pm, you look through the window to find his car in your sight, here it is, waiting for you. You only could see the light from his phone, and almost nothing else since it’s already dark outside.

My favorite boi: I’m here, call me when you’re ready😃

The moment he sent this text, you were already at your door, taking a last deep breath and walking out of your house.

“I’m also here.” You bend over to his car window and say quietly, scaring the hell out of him since he was focused on his phone. -“I- oh my god y/n you scared m...” Sanha’s phone finds itself on the car floor in seconds and you laugh at him, he rushes out of his car to approach you.

-“Wow...” his jaw is almost dropped staring at you with your new, fabulous dress he bought you. -“You look amazing.” He puts his hands in the pockets of his blue suit. “Oh stop, pick up your jaw and let’s go.” You tried to laugh the embarrassing situation off before you turn red and your makeup is ruined.

“You look amazing too though.” You shortly say as he opens the car door for you, trying to keep the straight face and not fall into a blushing mess.

You aren’t usually the type to dance insanely infront of everyone in parties, but when he asked your hand for a slow dance, your heart started jumping in a new beat, taking his hand while he walks you to center of the dance floor.

The lights are dark and there’s a romantic atmosphere. Suddenly you get lost in Sanha’s eyes and he get lost in yours, holding your left hand with his own, while his other is resting on your waist, gently, almost uncomfortably holding it.

“What? Do I look beautiful?” You roll your eyes when you can tell he’s about to compliment you.

-“You are.” He giggles and gulps at how fascinating you look with this dress, this close to him. “Ugh...” you sigh and roll your eyes again at him, try hiding your smile with biting your bottom lip. “It’s only because you can’t see me well, it’s dark here.” You brain is telling to stop distracting yourself and do what you planned to, confess. -“You’re always beautiful.” He says and makes you look at him again, staring into the flashlights in his sparkling eyes. -“Besides, I see you very well from here, and you’re all I can see.” He warms your heart more than he should do, and it feels like exploding soon.

“Sanha...” you say his name softly, feeling weak in your knees suddenly, but he holds you tighter as the song gets to its peak. Your arms wrap themselves instinctively around his neck and his around your waist.

-“I love you y/n.” The music is loud, your and his heartbeats are even louder, but his words are all you could hear. At this point you didn’t see anyone and nothing else but him. You say nothing but a shock attacks you and you only stare at him, not even blinking.

“You ruined my plans.” You joke to release the tension. -“huh?” He widens his eyes. “I wanted to tell you I love you, so I guess I just love you bac-“ you sound like it was normal talking about love with him, but inside, you were freaking out. He cuts you off before you finish talking with attaching his plumped lips against yours, kissing you softly while holding your neck.

You tighten the grip on his neck and pull him closer to deepen the kiss, as he smiles through the kiss and pulls away slowly.

-“It’s been years since I’ve fallen for you.”

“I’m so glad we feel the same. I love you Sanha.”

[cockasinthebird]

“Truth or dare?”

“What?”

When it was time to go home from yet another high school party, both Billy and Steve had agreed that they're definitely too wasted to drive, and Steve doesn't live that far away, and the sky is clear with a near full moon, stars painting the black above.

“Come on Stevie, I'm bored and the silence will literally put me asleep,” Billy blurts out far too loud, and swings back another sip of his beer.

In his other hand, he holds on to Steve,

Who's trying to balance on the edge of the sidewalk, normally not something all that dangerous, but given how everything dances around him, it's best to have a safety net in hand. Billy's hand. Clasped tightly and warmly. But they're both too far gone to realize.

“Fine,” Steve gives in, his gaze locked on his feet as he concentrates. “I gotta say I don't trust you enough to do a dare; I know how reckless you can be, so truth.”

“Hm, boring.” Billy smiles never the less. “What's your favorite color?”

And at that, Steve stops walking on the curb like he's a dancer on a tight rope. He moves up to where Billy's waiting, patiently, and smiles right back at him. “Really, Hargrove? We've been best friends for who knows how long, and you don't even know my favorite color?”

Their shoulders bump together, eyes stuck in a staring contest, hands lingering. “I'm not a very good listener,” Billy chuckles.

Moves his hand out of their grasp to run it through his hair. And even as he looks away, face flushed from the alcohol and lips wet with the taste of beer, Steve keeps staring. He can count the freckles from here as clearly as the stars in the sky.

“Blue.”

Billy turns to catch his gaze again.

“Blue is my favorite color,” Steve repeats with more intent; wants to be certain that Billy hears it this time.

And Billy hears him. Licks his lips clean, and maybe his face grows a bit more red, maybe he's suddenly so shy about meeting brown with blue, as he looks at the road ahead.

“Your turn,” Steve says and bumps their shoulders together. “Truth or dare?”

“Guess I'll say truth too, since we're being huge pussies tonight,” he laughs and bumps right back.

Steve's eyes fall a bit as they walk side by side. Billy's shirt is unbuttoned as always, showing off the tan pecs he works tirelessly on. “Do you wax your chest?”

Billy grins and sticks out his tongue. He bites briefly on it before nodding. “Yeah, but it's not the only thing I wax.” Winks at how Steve's staring, honeyed eyes goes from his bare chest to where his lips curl around the beer again.

“I don't need to know more than that,” Steve laughs, face red from embarrassment as if he's been caught doing something he's not supposed to. And perhaps he isn't. “I'll say truth again.”

“Have you ever walked in on your parents doing it?” Billy had that one ready real quick, and continues grinning wide.

And Steve laughs, a sound that quickly falters to something... somewhat pained. “Yeah, but... not with each other.”

Silence is quick to settle between them as Billy's drunken mind has to figure out just what that means, when-

“Oh.” They both look ahead. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-”

“No, no it's... it's ok, don't worry about it.” Steve tries for a smile, but it lacks that spark of joy. “So, truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

“Hmm...” Steve hums in thought and runs a hand through his hair, before looking at Billy with a raised brow. “What's the first thing you'd do if you woke up as a woman?”

Billy's laugh is a pleasure to hear, and he looks at Steve with a knowing grin. “Oh I would find the nearest clean dick, and ride it till my pussy broke.”

And Steve can't keep his own guffaws down, throws his head back to let it out. “Of course you would!”

“What, like you wouldn't?!”

“Of course I would! What guy wouldn't just go chasing whatever available cock just to try.”

Billy's grin twists into something more... mischievous, and he bites down on his tongue. “You make it sound like something you've considered before, princess,” he teases.

Words that makes Steve's inviting lips part, gaze quickly looking down at Billy's bawdy, crooked smirk, then up before he's caught staring too long again. “Wouldn't you like to know.”

He would. But instead, he says, “Come on, pick dare this time, I promise I won't make you run down the street naked or anything! I dare you to pick dare.”

“Fine.” Steve cannot possibly be expected to deny Billy that pleasure; not when he's practically begging. “I choose dare.”

“Well, then I dare you to sing.”

“Sing?” Steve cocks a brow. Grateful and relieved that that's all.

“Yeah, just, sing me something.”

“Anything?”

“Anything.” Billy nods with a smile, ready to laugh his ass off.

“Okay, but don't forget you asked for this, right?”

“Right.”

So Steve takes a few long steps to get ahead of Billy, and grant him some mercy from what he's about to hear. But he did ask for it.

Then he whips around and points at Billy. “Won't you come see about me? I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby.”

Billy's cheeks hurts from smiling this wide, eyes just as expansive, as he watches Steve rather awkwardly move and “dance” with no music.

“Tell me your troubles and doubts-”

Oh.

“Giving me everything inside and out and, love's strange, so real in the dark-”

Oh.

“Think of the tender things that we were working on.”

Oh no.

It doesn't sound terrible; he's not going to make it in the music business if that was ever an idea, but it's... not as bad as Billy thought it would be. It's actually kinda... nice. Maybe if Steve wasn't super blasted on all the numerous things he's consumed tonight, it could be good.

Steve's voice excites his heart far too much.

“I'm not- I'm not gonna sing you the whole song,” Steve laughs and hides his face behind hands.

“Yeah, no,” Billy manages to utter and takes a final sip of his beer. “I've definitely heard enough.”

“Shut up, I warned you!” Steve smiles brightly and falls back into a rhythm with Billy, as they continue staggering home. “So, truth or dare?”

“I'll take a dare too.”

“Alright...” Steve looks around the sleeping street as he considers his options. When they pass by a house with the most gorgeous front yard, and his lazy smile turns for the worse. “Ok, I dare you to piss on that flowerbed.”

And Billy follows the way Steve's pointing, to a row of yellow somethings, what does he look like, a gardener? “You want me to... piss on a strangers flowers?”

“Yup,” he pops the p.

“Isn't that illegal or something?” Billy turns to look at Steve, who huffs out a little laugh.

“I dunno, but has that ever stopped you from doing something before?” He crosses his arms and waits expectantly.

Well, he does have to pee, but this is just... “Turn around.”

“What?” Steve laughs incredulously.

“Turn around!” Billy shoves at his shoulder. “I'm not about to whip my dick out and take a piss in front of you!”

“It's not like I haven't seen it before!”

“Oh so you're admitting to taking a look in the showers?” Billy feigns shock, as he knows Steve's been looking. Billy's been looking, too.

But Steve simply scoffs and turns 180 degrees. Hears the zipper, soon followed by a familiar splashing sound.

“So, truth or dare?”

“You don't... you don't wanna finish first?” Steve stutters awkwardly.

“Come on, Harrington, just pretend we're standing at the urinals or something. Truth or dare?”

“Uhh, truth.”

“What's the naughtiest thing you've done in public?” the grin on his face ardently clear in his tone, as Billy watches his steady stream knock down a flower.

And Steve hesitates to answer, but they're drunk enough for it to seem harmless to say, “I once got a blowjob in a drive-in cinema.”

A loud snicker escapes from Billy. “From who? Nancy? Can't imagine little miss perfect being ok with that.”

“For your information, no, I never asked her to do anything like that.” Steve shakes his head, but he keeps smiling. Cheeks warm with the memory of lips around him so publicly, the sounds and imagery of it still so vivid, it could excite him too much right now. “But that's it, I answered, you can't ask me about it any further, ok?”

“Yeah fine, don't get your panties all in a twist,” Billy groans and rolls his eyes.

“So are you done soon, or?” Steve plants his hands on his hips and strikes a rather impatient pose.

“Hold on, lemme just...” And the zipper goes back up.

He then pats Steve on the back and moves his hand up to squeeze by his shoulder.

“I take truth, if you're just gonna waste the dare on stupid shit like that.”

“Well it sounded like you really needed it, so-”

“I said truth, pretty boy, come on.”

Steve laughs at the irritation by the edge of Billy's voice, and turns his head to look at how close he's standing, shoulder by chin.

But Billy's set in just staring straight ahead, ignoring how near they are.

“What's the dumbest thing you've ever done?”

And there isn't an answer for a good long while; it feels almost as if they're just silently passing underneath streetlights for minutes, Billy's heart working overtime as it thrashes around in his chest.

He almost looks... scared, when he says, “Fallen in love.” And he doesn't meet Steve's gaze. Can't look at him now, not when his entire soul just feel so... vulnerable.

“So,” his voice suddenly all rusty, and he clears his throat. “Truth or dare?”

“Give me another dare, then!” Steve says with an upbeat tone, trying to keep the mood between them light, because it'll be all too easy to drink their sorrows away once they reach his home, and that's just... depressing.

He doesn't think twice about it when Billy stops walking, stands dead beneath one bright lamp. Not until he's several feet ahead, and turns with confusion written across his brows. “Billy are you ok-”

“I dare you to kiss me.” It feels like Billy's heart is about to break his ribs from the inside, stomach a hurricane of fire, but the words are out there now, and there's nothing he can do but wait.

Wait a whole two seconds, before Steve nearly runs at him, grabs him by that broad jaw, fingers dipping into golden curls, and lips softer than he could ever have dreamed. Billy has to take a step back or they'd fall onto the sidewalk here, Steve pressing into him with such unexpected vigor, as if he's the one who's been waiting impatiently for this opportunity.

The empty bottle clinks against the concrete below, as Billy swings both arms tightly around Steve's waist, fisting at his jacket and forcing them as close as possible, as if he's attempting to merge bodies with the other, who sighs something so satisfied into their rough yet intimate embrace.

Steve eventually pulls off, but keeps Billy's face in his hands, a thumb gently caressing his burning pink cheeks. “You have... no idea how long I've wanted to do that.”

“I think I do,” Billy nearly sings along with how jubilant his heart is, and slips out of Steve's grasp as he dives for another kiss.

[meliakim]

Help From Yoongi-hyung (Pt. 2)

Jimin asks his hyung for more help.

Jimin once again approached the door of Yoongi’s hotel room and knocked. He wasn’t as quick to answer the door this time, but when he did, Jimin noticed headphones around his hyung's neck. “You’re back? How did it go with Min?” Yoongi asked. Jimin shrugged and said, “I guess as good as it could’ve… Hey, what are you up to now?” Yoongi rubbed his eyes, as he had been staring at his computer screen. “I was working on some music,” he answered.

“Good,” Jimin said, gently pushing past his hyung and inviting himself into his room. “I need help writing my song for ‘Love Yourself: Her’ intro,” Jimin said as he sat down on the armchair sitting next to Yoongi’s desk chair. Yoongi chucked and sat back down in his desk chair. “You should be done with that song by now… I’ve already started working on my solo song that’s not even going to be released for another year!” Yoongi said. “I know, but I’ve been struggling with what to write the song about, but I’ve just figured it out,” Jimin replied.

“I want to write the song about Min… or… rather to Min… telling her how I feel about her,” Jimin said, shyly, still not quite used to admitting to someone out loud how he felt about Min. Yoongi raised his eyebrows. “So, a love confession?” he asked. Jimin shrugged and replied, “more or less… I know how passionate Min is about music, and if I could just come up with a song good enough… I think it would be the proper way to finally confess to her.” Yoongi found this to be extremely cute, but he tried to hide his smile.

“You’re the best at composing and writing lyrics, which is why I wanted to come to you for help. I want this to be perfect,” Jimin said sincerely, looking over at his hyung. “Well, if that’s the case, I need to make a better set-up,” he said, turning to his desk. He untangled some wires and unplugged a few things before heading to his suitcase and pulling out a MIDI keyboard, microphone, mini soundboard, and another headphone set. Jimin watched him in amazement as Yoongi gingerly plugged in all his equipment to his laptop.

“Do you have any ideas for lyrics yet?” Yoongi asked as he worked on his travel studio set-up. “I have a few in mind… like ‘the universe has moved for us, our happiness was meant to be,’ er… what else? I guess I should start writing it down,” Jimin said, drawing a blank. “It’s not too cheesy, is it?” he asked, afraid of what Yoongi would think of it. “I think it’s sweet… it makes me think of serendipity… like how everything somehow works together by chance,” Yoongi said as he typed something on his computer.

“How is this? ‘The universe has moved for us without missing a single thing, our happiness was meant to be ‘cause you love me.’l Yoongi quoted from the lyrics he was beginning to write down. “Ohhh, Yoongi-hyung you’re so good!!! Hmm… how would it sound with ‘and I love you’ at the end of that?” Jimin asked. “Well, we haven’t come up with the tune and rhythm yet, so anything is game,” he said, adding Jimin’s suggestion to the end of the line.

“Really, we should start with the tune and flow of the song before we get into more lyrics,” Yoongi suggested. He stared at his MIDI keyboard, then had an idea. “You know… this is the first intro to any of our albums that is done by a vocal line member. I think it would be cool if we emphasized your voice in this song… and maybe add some light beats in the background,” Yoongi suggested. Jimin nodded. “And by emphasizing my voice, hopefully my message to Min will be clear,” he agreed.

Yoongi put on his headset and began messing around on the piano setting of his keyboard, coming up with a melody that he thought would sound good when sung in Jimin’s voice. After a few minutes, he passed Jimin the other headset and played what he had come up with so far. “Yoongi-hyung! You’re so quick in coming up with a melody!” Jimin said, impressed. He listened to it repeatedly, until he got used to the tune, then he began humming to it. “Can you move the key down half a step?” Jimin asked. Yoongi pushed a few buttons on his laptop, changing the key to A♭.

Jimin hummed along to the track again and nodded with a satisfied smile. “That’s better,” he said. Yoongi made a few more notes and then re-recorded a part based on how Jimin sounded with it. “It would sound good if it went high and then back low here,” he explained the one part and the change he made. The pair continued to do this for hours, adjusting each note to fit Jimin’s style, him humming the tune all the while. They finally made it past the tune of the verses and came up with the chorus melody and refrain as well.

“Ooo, what about ‘Just let me love you’? and then there can be kind of an echo like ‘let me love let me love you’?” Jimin suggested when they decided to move back to the lyrics. Yoongi nodded and played the refrain track to test his lyrics out. After hearing Jimin sing to it, he smiled satisfactorily and wrote it down. The pair continued to think of lyrics, writing them down and tweaking them to fit the melody Yoongi wrote, until every part of the song had a lyric to go with it.

“Ok, let’s see how it all sounds back-to-back,” Yoongi said, putting on his headset and handing the mic over to Jimin. Jimin put on the other headset and took the mic from Yoongi, clearing his throat and then nodding to him as if to say, “I’m ready.” Yoongi played the piano melody track in the background, guiding Jimin to sing the tune that they had written. Still not quite used to the lyrics, Jimin messed up a few times, but then was finally able to record the vocal sample for the whole two-minute track.

Jimin took off his headset while Yoongi did some mixing, then he unplugged it and played it out loud for Jimin to hear, without the piano melody in the background. Jimin balled his hands up in fists and shook them like he did when he was excited, grabbing onto Yoongi’s shoulders and squeezing him. “Hyung!!! It sounds so good already!!!” Jimin said as Yoongi tried to wriggle himself out of the tight grip of affection. “We’ll obviously have to record the final in the real studio, but we have a good track to go off of,” Yoongi said.

“Since we have your voice now, I can delete the original piano melody,” Yoongi said, finding the file on his computer. “Wait!!” Jimin said, an idea suddenly popping into his head. “Can you actually re-record the piano, but a little nicer?” he asked. “You don’t think my piano playing was good enough??” Yoongi teased, shaking his head before saying, “no, I really don’t think the song will sound good if your voice is overpowered by the piano.”

“No, I mean, record it as a cover of the song… I think the melody you wrote is so nice, I had the idea of dancing to it, maybe even with Min,” Jimin explained. “Ahh, then she’d also get used to the sound of the song and form a connection with it beforehand,” Yoongi said, now understanding what Jimin wanted a piano version of it for. Jimin smiled and said, “exactly!!” before standing up from his seat and stretching, suddenly aware that there was a bright light trying to sneak into the room behind the curtains.

He walked over towards the window and pulled the curtain back further, only to see the view of the NYC cityscape, with the sun rising in the background. “What time is it?!” he asked, looking down at his phone and seeing it was 5:30 in the morning. “Did we really work all through the night?” he asked, bewildered that it was already morning. Yoongi was either ignoring him or was so engrossed in playing his MIDI keyboard that he didn’t answer Jimin’s questions. When he was done re-recording it, he mixed it with a small amount of percussion and synth in the background to make it sound professional, then he emailed it to Jimin before taking his headphones off.

“I emailed the cover to you,” Yoongi said. “Do you realize what time it is??” Jimin asked, still staring out the window at the sunrise. Yoongi shrugged and said, “I’m used to all-nighters,” before getting up and stretching. Jimin’s phone buzzed at the receiving of Yoongi’s email with the instrumental version of “Intro: Serendipity,” and he was reminded of how much his hyung helped him over the course of the night. While Yoongi was still stretching, Jimin quickly approached him and wrapped his arms around his chest. “Thank you so much for helping me,” was all Jimin was able to say.

Touch-me-not-Yoongi gently slapped Jimin’s arm until he let go of his grip and said, “I didn’t do this for you… I did it for Min!” He halfway lied, as he truly did it for the both of them, but he wasn’t willing to admit he had a soft side towards his younger member that had become like a brother to him. “Either way I am grateful to you, hyung,” Jimin said, bowing out of gratitude to him. Yoongi, starting to feel sentimental at the sight of Jimin in love, just shook his head.

“Yeah, whatever… Will you leave me alone now so I can get some sleep? You’ve stolen enough hours from my life already,” Yoongi complained, though Jimin just continued to smile brightly, beyond satisfied with the work they were able to accomplish together. “Fair enough, I’ll let you get some sleep! I should probably rest too,” Jimin said, starting to realize how tired he was. He headed towards the door and turned to Yoongi once more and bowed. “Thank you again, hyung,” Jimin said one final time before exiting, leaving Yoongi alone in his makeshift studio.

[dynamightsfave]

Quarantine cookies - Timothée Chalamet

(gif not mine! credits to owner)

timothée chalamet x oc

summary: during quarantine, oc is bored and tim comes up with a way to pass the time

warnings: might take you back to those quarantine boredom moments, swearing, a suggestion of sex (for like a second, but maybe it needs a warning, idk)

a/n: i wrote this during quarantine, i was reading some tim imagines and i was like, why not? also there’s a joke about edward cullen not being pretty and i just wanna say that it’s a joke, just in case someone hates me for it

masterlist

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The United States of America have been in quarantine for five days and I’m already bored out of my mind.

I’ve done it all! I’ve made puzzles, I’ve binge watched the whole child section and family sections on Netflix, I’ve had a Harry Potter marathon, I’ve re-read like ten books… I can’t find anything else that I want to do in this apartment.

[...]

“Ugh!” I sigh dragging the word as I flop on the sofa “This is so boring!” once again, I drag the last word, just to make sure whoever can hear me feels my agony.

And I know for a fact that someone can hear me, because they live with me and have no option but to bear with me and my cranky self for as long as this social isolation lasts.

I hear his laugh and seconds later I see his figure get out of the bedroom and into the living room.

“Are you bored?” Timothée mocks, looking at me from his spot in the side of the couch.

I glare at the sight of his smirk. Unfortunately, him being upside down doesn’t hide it, and it can be so annoying when I’m not in the mood and he’s just making fun of me. When my glare just makes his smirk bigger I change my expression into a pout.

“Yes” I sigh, bring my arms up and letting them fall for emphasis “There’s nothing else to do in here!”

Timothée lifts my head up and sits down, placing it on his lap. He still has that stupid smirk on.

“Poor, poor Iris. What ever will she do?” he asks dramatically. A mischievous grin replaces his smirk and he looks down at me again “You could always do me” he winks.

I look at him with an unamused expression.

“You’re not funny Chalamet. There’s gotta be something for us to do! We’re only five days into this imprisoning, I can’t possibly have run out of things to do”

“You could always keep watching TV, there’s something new every hour” he suggests “Or you could find some tutorial in YouTube and try to do your make-up, you like that”

I think about it, furrowing my brows as if it were a very important decision. My boyfriend’s fingers found their way to my hair, and started playing with it, making my body relax almost instantly.

“I’m not in the mood for that, maybe tomorrow” I close my eyes, humming as I smile in delight. Damn, this massage feels amazing.

I feel Tim chuckle lightly at my actions, his chest vibrating beside me, making my smile grow bigger.

“Well, we have all the time in the world, so-” I bolt up, scaring him.

“Spy Kids: All the Time in the World! I’m adding that to the list of movies to watch. Good call, babe” I pat his arm as a reward. He just looks at me dumfounded and blinks “Sorry, I interrupted you. What were you saying?” I lay back down and put his hand back on my head. It takes him a second, but he shakes his head and rolls his eyes with a smile.

“How about… we cook something? Oooh, we can bake cookies!”

“Yeah, we can do that… But first let’s stay like this for a bit, mkay?” I sigh in content again, turning on my side so I can wrap my arms around his torso and hide my face in his belly.

Instead of letting me stay like that, he picks me up, ignoring my protests. And just when I think he’s going to make me bake cookies with him, he walks to our bedroom and lays us both on the bed. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close to him, then he moves his other hand to my head and goes back to playing with my hair. I nuzzle my head on his chest and close my eyes, letting myself drift off.

[...]

When I wake up, it’s been three hours since Timothée carried me to bed. I smile softly, still holding onto him, and look up to see his face. His eyes are closed, but I know he’s awake. His career is acting, and yet he has never been able to fool me into thinking he’s sleeping. He says it’s because it’s me. Whenever he tries to make it seem like he’s doing it, a smile slowly creeps to his face and he always ends up laughing.

Like right now, his nostrils are getting bigger, the corners of his lips are twitching upwards and I can already tell that in five seconds he’s gonna burst out a breathy laugh.

“C’mon Tim, just laugh already” and he does. And his laugh makes me smile and join in.

“I don’t know why, I just laugh. It’s your fault, y’know?” he said when he calmed down. I let out another laugh and shake my head at him, leaning in to kiss his lips “Can we make cookies now?” his excitement is similar to a child’s.

“Have you slept at all? Or you’ve been too occupied thinking about the cookies?”

“For your information,” he says in a matter of fact tone “I have slept. I woke up fifteen minutes ago”

“And you’ve been watching me sleep?”

“Pretty much”

“What a creep. Are you trying to out win Edward Cullen or something? I mean, you’re pale baby, but not that pale” Tim rolls his eyes at my stupidity.

“I am more handsome that that bloodsucker”

“A lot of people are. Don’t think you’re special, honey” I pat his cheek and he pouts.

He pecks my lips and gets up, taking all my warmth with him. I sigh before following him. He’s taken out apron that his mother gave us and he’s put it on. The apron is bright pink and say “Kiss the Chef” on it in white. He looks at me and puckers his lips.

“Kiss the Chef!” he exclaims, and I laugh walking over to do so.

“Ok, Chef Chalamet, how do we make these cookies?”

“First, we take out the ingredients” he claps his hands, giggling in excitement “You take out the butter, eggs and flour, I’ll get the rest” I turn around to get to the fridge and get the eggs and butter out, then to the cupboards.

When I turn around, Tim has his back to me and seems to be occupied doing something. I silently walk over to him and stand on my tip toes to see what he’s hiding.

“Are those chocolate chips?!” I exclaim, so loudly that he jumps around. He has chocolate on the corner of his lips “And you’re eating them without me?!” I point at him accusingly.

He shakes his head, looking like a kid that was just caught with chocolate all over his mouth. When he realizes how stupid he looks, he swallows whatever is left in his mouth.

“Uh… no?”

“Good try. Gimme that” I snatch them from him. I take a fistful and throw it in my mouth “Now, don’t take anymore. We need them” I manage to say while munching.

“Right” he narrows his eyes “Okay, let’s start. We’ve been saying that for five minutes and we still haven’t done anything”

I leave the stance to go find my phone. If we’re doing this we need music, and I’ve been wanting to listen to soundtracks. I get my phone from the coffee table in the living room and turn on the Bluetooth to connect it to the speaker. She’s So Gone from the old Disney Channel movie, Lemonade Mouth comes on, and I smile.

“Now we can start” I say, looking over at my boyfriend, that just chuckles and shakes his head, curls bouncing around. We both know I’ll spend more time singing and dancing than helping with the cooking thing.

I can’t sing, my voice is not pretty, and my dancing isn’t the best either, but hey, at least I have fun. I mix the ingredients in the bowl jumping slightly on my feet, singing to the lyrics. When the chorus comes around, I take the whisk and use it as a microphone, making a whole scene right then and there.

“She’s so goooooneee awaaaaay” I sing to Timothée “Liiiike hiiiistooryyyyy… Sing with me Timmy!”

But he doesn’t, he just bobs his head to the rhythm, tapping his foot. He laughs at my dance moves, like he always does, but I don’t care. Music puts me in a good mood, and this is probably the first time in five days I’m moving more than to go from the couch to bed or vice versa.

The song ends, and The Other Side comes in. I go back to mixing, bumping my hip with Tim’s and smiling brightly at him. He’s mixing his own bowl and at this rate he’ll end up mixing mine too. I’m a disaster with staying concentrated as it is, but if you play music for me… let’s just say I had this phase at high school where I was failing almost everything and later we found out it was because I kept listening to music while studying.

And just like I predicted, the boy beside me takes everything from my hands and starts doing it himself.

“Go dance in the living room” he orders “You have more space” I smirk and elbow him.

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you can see me from here. It’s okay Timmy, you can say that, don’t feel embarrassed. I mean, you admitted you watch me sleep earlier” I wink at him, and he rolls his eyes “It can’t really get any creepier can it?”

“Just go!” he laughs “You’re not helping here anyways”

“Hey! I can do this and not dance!”

“Oh really?” he challenges.

“Yes, really. I’ll show you”

But just as I say that, Dancing Queen comes up, and I know I’m screwed. I’ve never been able to resist this song and luckily for me, neither has Timmy. He looks at me with his lips pursed.

“After this song” he states, before taking my hand and twirling me around singing “Having the time of your life…”

[...]

“These are amazing babe” I tell him while biting my third cookie “You really are a chef. God” I moan as I go for the fourth.

Next to me, Timothée chuckles and holds me tighter, kissing my head.

“Took a lot to make them too, you were quite distracting”

“But you had fun, and I had fun. So mission Avoid Boredom During the Day was a success! And as a plus, now we have food to last us a day or two if you stop me now”

“I am gonna stop you know, otherwise you’ll get sick and I don’t want to take care of you to avoid getting bored tomorrow”

“Gee, thanks hun”

“Anytime chérie” he winked.

[turbulentt]

Sweet Little Thing

genre: smut | yeosang x fem!reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), praise kink

event: valentine’s day prompt ask by @svt-mangos

summary: a new bakery opens at your city and you find yourself mesmerized by how amazing their cakes are, yet it’s their waiter, kang yeosang, who catches your eye first.

It was your first time going to that bakery. It had just recently opened and some of your friends told you how amazing their desserts were, you just had to try them. The looks attracted you right away. All the colors, smells, sizes. You felt like entering a wonderland. 

“Don’t just stand there.” the waiter giggled beside you “Order something.”

“But they’re so many. I can’t choose.” you drew closer to the cake showcase and hummed in confusion.

“Let me help then. Go for the strawberry angel food cake.” he points at the sugary pink cake “It’s really sweet. I think it goes well with you.”

For the first time, you look at him, in surprise by his flirt. Time seemed to stop when you locked eyes with each other. Maybe you did enter wonderland. Do wonderlands have princes? Well, this one had, and he was standing right there before you.

“Do… Do you want it?” he asked, not so flirty nor confident this time. “Want what?” you bluntly responded, not paying the minimum attention. “The cake. Do you want to taste that cake?”

“Oh, the cake right.” you free yourself from the thoughts and smile awkwardly “Sure. I’m going to sit over there. Oh and a cappuccino please.”

He smiles and leaves to prepare your order, while you just head to a table near to the window. After that encounter, you just had to sit down and recover your senses. You had never seen him before. Not in university nor anywhere in that city. You would remember if you did, certainly, such a pretty face like that is hard to forget.

Once again he approaches your table and you feel your heart rhythm fasten as if he wanted to run away. You watch him place the cake in front of you, and then your drink. Something in the way his blond hair was held by two baby blue hair clips turned him even more charming. While lost in your own world you didn’t notice how the boy looked at you too. 

“Would you like something else?” he smiles.

“No, thank you.” and it’s when he’s preparing to leave that you decide to take the first step “Actually..”

“Yes?” he gazes back at you and you can clearly see a glimpse of hope shining in his eyes. 

“I’d like to know your name,” you admit shyly but he seems to enjoy it a lot. “Kang Yeosang.” he points at his name tag and you chuckle. “Sorry, I didn’t pay much attention to that.“ 

"I wonder why.” tilts his head to the side making a pensive face “Maybe you just were too distracted looking at my face." 

Your eyes widen in surprise and a hint of red grows in your cheeks. You shyly mumble an apology and Yeosang laughs sweetly. 

"Don’t be sorry. I liked it. I think you were too distracted to even realize I was looking at you the same way.” he smiles. 

His confidence seemed to have boosted and you couldn’t help but smile at his statement. That means something, right? Because you could really kiss his beautiful lips right that instant. 

“I hope you enjoy your food.” he suddenly goes back to his waiter state and points at the cappuccino “I hope you like that cappuccino. It comes with a surprise." 

You look at him in confusion and Yeosang just waves as he walks away. What did he mean by surprise? Did he put something in the drink? How lucky could you be to meet a nice handsome boy yet he would just drug you? Too many scenarios. Maybe there really is a good surprise. 

Warily you just take a sip of the drink, which seems to be fairly normal. Shaking your thoughts away, you just have a normal meal, being delighted by how heavenly that cake tastes. Your friends were right. You could feel how much love the baker had put into it. 

When finished, you decided to send a pic to your friends, along with a long review paragraph of how you would definitely be back to taste more of their cakes. Between the many replies you got, one of them caught your eye. 

"What is that black stuff written on the cappuccino cup?" 

You immediately looked at the cup and saw a couple of lines coming from under the bakery label. Curiously you rip the little sticker off, only to show a cell phone number and the ‘KY’ letters under it. Of course, it meant Kang Yeosang and it obviously was his number, but your mind couldn’t really process the fact that the cute waiter that had just flirted with you gave you his number. 

So, after that day, besides being at the bakery most days you also texted Yeosang frequently. Both of you really enjoyed the talks you had on the phone throughout the entire dawn and, for some odd reason, Yeosang made you feel wanted. More than you had ever been.

Apart from the hours-long phone calls and your routine visits to the bakery, you two didn’t really see each other often, it could be because you don’t study in the same university, or just for the fact that you haven’t had the guts to ask him out on a date. But neither does he, well, until one day.

“Here’s your order.” he happily rushes to your table setting down the food “I have one thing to ask you.”

Taking a bite to the piece of cake you sign for him to keep talking. Curiously Yeosang had developed a way of talking to you that made you blush every two words. He would either finish his sentences with pick up lines or just softly compliment you. It wasn’t like you didn’t enjoy it, all his words boosted your ego, but you never knew how to respond and he would just stare at you, with a victorious smirk on his face, waiting for a response.

“Go on a date with me. This Saturday,” he said it so easily yet you were almost choking on your food. “A what?” you mumbled between coffs. “You heard me.” he chuckled “I’ve been meaning to ask but it never seems to be the right time. But I’m taking my chance with the pretty girl now.” 

“You sound like a true gentleman.” you smile, awkwardly trying to hide your blushed cheeks “And where are we going?”

“Oh, that’s a surprise. Just meet me here. I leave at six so we can go together, okay?” 

“Seems good. I’ll wait excitedly for it.” you smile and once again he resumes his work.

Saturday didn’t take much time to come. The week seemed to fly just for you to have your so awaited date. You still visited the bakery every day after university, but the thought of the two of you finally being able to hang out together was driving you nuts. So, on Saturday, there you were, munching something to make time for Yeosang to leave his shift. 

Half an hour before, he was already looking enthusiastic passing through your table every five minutes telling you how he was almost leaving. You could only laugh at his cuteness. 

You were waiting outside by the door when his shift finally ends and you only now got to see in person how good looking Yeosang is without his uniform. Not that it really matters, but his style surely helps, especially when he’s wearing a leather jacket.

“You look good.” you shyly admit referring to his clothing. “Thanks. But, don’t I always look good?” he teases you and you just decide not to fight back. “Anyway, where are we going?” 

“We are going to my house.” he takes you by the hand guiding you to his car. “To your house?” you look a bit taken back by his words but he quickly eases you. “You told me once that you wanted to learn how to bake some of the cakes we have at the bakery so I thought it would be a good idea to teach you,” Yeosang explains as you both enter the car “I would do it at the bakery but my boss didn’t allow me. Since I have all the tools and ingredients at my house I figured it’d do. I hope you don’t mind, we can do something else if you want.”

“No!” you cut him off quickly “Baking seems like a fun first date.” 

It didn’t take long to arrive at his place and you sure got surprised by how tidy and clean Yeosang is. Yet he doesn’t seem to be the only one living there, due to the number of jackets on the hall hanger.

“Do you share the house?” you curiously question while roaming around the living room, feeling the nice fruity smell it holds. “I do, with seven of my friends. But they’re not here today, I told them I wanted privacy.” he chuckled at his own words and guided you by the hand to the kitchen. It was starting to become a habit, holding your hand and leading you. Not that you were complaining, he has really soft and warms hands.

All of the utensils and ingredients were already set on the table which meant he had prepared it all before going to work. Realizing that, you looked at Yeosang with the most loving eyes, like you were falling in love with him. Perhaps you really were.

“What?” he smiles taking off his jacket and replacing it with his apron, giving you one right after “Are you falling for me already?”

“Let’s cook.” you cut him off and he laughs at your embarrassment. “Ok, let’s start.”

Saying it was an easy task would be a lie because Yeosang wasn’t properly the best teacher. He would simply skip some steps and not tell you what it was supposed to be done and then just laugh at your pouty expression. He would also grab your arms to explain to you how you were supposed to beat the eggs or mold the fondant, it drove you insane. 

“Ok, now, carefully, put it in the oven,” he instructed and you did as told. “Are you sure I did a good job?” you asked while closing the oven’s door but you didn’t get a reply “Yeosang?”

As soon as you turn to face him your face is hit with a good amount of flour, much of it going inside of your mouth. “You’re dead,” you say playfully taking the bag of flour from his hands and throwing some on his face. And right at that instant, a war started. You ran around the table with Yeosang chasing you, both of you giggling like little children and spilling flour everywhere. You were so distracted running around that you didn’t even notice him right in front of you with his arms open, ready to catch you.

“Gotcha.” he happily sings after grabbing you in his arms. The problem was how close you two got at that moment. Both your noses rubbing each other and you could swear he was able to listen to your unsteady heartbeats. His eyes trailed up and down, switching between your eyes and your mouth.

“Can I kiss you?” that’s all he asks yet you felt like fainting. You didn’t give him a proper answer, confirming with a head gesture was enough. His lips tasted like flour, which was sort of inconvenient, but you could still taste his sweetness and feel his warmth. Yeosang didn’t rush it, it was indeed the most loving and deep kiss you have ever had and it made you feel out of this world. 

When he parted his lips from yours you whined lowly, you wanted more, a lot more. He surely noticed how your expression changed and grabbed your hips to draw you closer to his body. Your legs got shaky and he smirked.

“Did I just make you wet with just one kiss, sweetheart?” 

If the kiss didn’t make you, which was highly unlikely, the way his eyes darken as he said that sure did. You just looked away from him embarrassed, he has such a strong gaze, so hard to resist. Yeosang rubbed his finger on your cheek cleaning some of the flour that still covered you and leaned closer.

“We should really take a shower. What do you think?” he whispers right by your ear and his words slide quickly down to your core. “Together?” you ask innocently, obviously you knew the answer. “Of course, sweetheart. Unless you don’t want to, I’m fine with that.”

You smiled at him, touched by his gentle preoccupation with getting consent. “I would really love that.” you take the opportunity to kiss his lips again, a bit more hungrily this time. Yeosang lifted your body up, and so he carried you to the bathroom, rather clumsily since he was more focused on giving your lips attention. You giggled when he just kicked the door desperately, he was really eager to have you. 

“Yeosang, put me down.” you laughed as he started to kiss your neck “I can’t shower with clothes.”

“Oh.” he laughed awkwardly and let you down to your feet, only to grab you again “I’ll take care of that.”

Every one of his moves was gentle, soft, and warm and you enjoyed every single one. It didn’t take long for him to be on his knees and face to face with your clothed core. His eyes widened at the dark wet spot on your underwear.

“You’re this wet just for me?” his finger met the stain and you whined softly. “Don’t make those embarrassing questions…”

“You’re so shy.” he chuckles. His breath comes closer to your core and your hands instantly move to his hair. Not so gently now he removes your underwear and, with the most hungry eyes you have ever seen, he lets his tongue travel between your folds. “And you taste you sweet.” his hands grab your thighs firmly to spread them more, giving him more access to play with you.

Small moans start to fall from your lips and it only fuels Yeosang’s ego. His tongue finally meets your desperate aching clit and you shake at how good it felt. He knew exactly what he was doing, playing with it at a steady pace yet sending shivers down your entire body. One of his hands releases your thighs and slowly travels to between your shaky legs. 

“You’re so good for me. So beautiful.” he hums into your core “I can’t get enough of your sweet moans, baby.”

You gasp loudly when you feel two of his fingers slide inside you and coming out again. Your eyes meet Yeosang’s and you can feel how satisfied he is by eating you out like that, but the bulge in his pants started to hurt every second he didn’t give it attention.

His fingers thrust into your wetness again and he starts moving them quickly and steady as his lips are busy sucking and playing with your sensitive clit.

“Yeosang… I’m going to cum,” you mumble between pants, your head was thrown back and your breath completely unsteady. He knew you wouldn’t last longer too, that’s why he decided to stop. Before you could cum he took his fingers out and moved his mouth away from you. You whine at the sudden emptiness and look at him unsatisfied.

“Don’t look at me like that, sweetheart.” he says playfully as he stands up and starts to undress “I can’t let you cum just now.”

“Why?” you ask, quite lost on his body, devouring him with your eyes. “I want to look you in the eyes and make you mine.” 

Your expression softens as you hear his words and he turns to turn the shower on. “Come, sweetie. I want to make my pretty little baby feel good a bit more.” he reaches out his hand to pull you to under the shower “And, of course, I want to hear how good you sound once I make you cum.”

His words hit the pitch of your stomach and you take no time in kissing him feverishly. You two weren’t going to play any games now, both of you needed release so much that it hurt.

While one of his hands roamed through your body, the other one was busy giving a few pumps to his needy cock. Yeosang grunted in between the kiss and it was the sexiest sound you have ever heard. You grabbed his face with both of your hands and locked eyes with him. “Yeosang, please…”

It only took you one plea to make him do as told. Without ever taking his eyes from yours he carefully slid inside you. He held himself onto the cold tiles of the bathroom wall and waited for you to give him permission to move. Taking a look down he saw the way his cock fitted perfectly inside you and grunted with satisfaction.

“Fuck, you take me so well.” his thumb caresses your lower lip “And you feel so good.”

You can only smile at his words, giving him a sign to start moving. And so he does. Unhurried he slides almost completely out of you, only to sink deep once again. And as he promised he was looking right into your eyes as he made you his’. Every hard thrust seemed much more intense with the two of you looking eye to eye and moaning each other’s names uncontrollably. The water just dripped from your bodies, taking with it all the sweat, and muffling the erotic sounds your skin made as they met each other with every thrust.

“Can you cum for me now, baby?” his words came one by one between his pants “Because I will.”

You shake your head as you felt the heat rush through your body. Your walls started to feel tighter around his cock and Yeosang was a mess just by the feeling of you clenching around him. You felt him throb him inside you and just couldn’t contain yourself anymore.

With a loud moan, you came undone on his cock and fell on Yeosang’s arms as he pulled out of you and came on his own hand. He held you close to him and played with your hair until you recovered your senses and were finally able to stand up.

“Now we should really take a shower.” he laughs and you join him.

Like the gentlemen he is, Yeosang made sure you were all cleaned, from the flour and the cum, and his aftercare actually felt really good.

As you both were stepping out of the shower something in your head clicks and you look at him. 

“The cake!” it was most likely all burnt by now.

[sheerbeautyreigns]

DESIRE

Part 57

Joe awoke the next day, squinting against the bright lights. He could instantly feel his swollen lip. His eyes searched the room, trying to figure out where he was. “Baby, I’m so glad you’re awake.” Paul sounded releived, clutching his hand. “Where am I?” He still felt groggy.

“You’re in the hospital. I have the best doctors taking care of you.”

“What happened?” He asked, confused. “You don’t remember?” Joe nodded, raising his hand to his head. “You were assaulted at the party. When we found you, your face was bleeding and there’s some damage to your rectum. This is all my fault.” A look of horror crossed Joe's face as flashes from the night before came to mind. “It was Michael. I remember…” Tears streamed down Joe face. “I knew it! Don’t worry baby. The cops are on it.” Paul leaned over the bed and stroked his better cheek, wiping away his tears. “I’m so sorry! I’m gonna take care of you, I promise. I’ve already spoken to Vince.” Paul assured him

“Oh God.” Joe panicked. “It’s OK, he’s fine. I told him you were attacked. I told him I’m dealing with it.” At that moment, a nurse came in. “Honey, you should be resting. Sir, you shouldn’t be here getting him all worked up. He needs to rest. He’s had a traumatic experience.”

“I’m sorry, I just need to be with him.” Paul intervened, still clutching his hand. “It’s OK, I want him here.” Joe said weakly. “Well you need to rest and you need to get some rest too. You’ve been here all night.” She told Paul off.

“I’ll be fine. Why don’t you go back to the hotel and sleep?” Joe suggested. “I’m still tired. Please?” The hotel was maybe a 15 minute drive. “OK.” Paul finally gave in. “I’ll be back in a few hours. I love you so much.” He stood and kissed his forehead tenderly.

After Paul left, Joe lay alone in his room sobbing to himself, remembering more about the night before. He felt sick to his stomach. Eventually he drifted off to sleep again. When Paul arrived back a few hours later, Joe had just woken up. “I brought some of your things.” He said setting his gym bag aside. “Did you get any sleep?”

“A little. My heads all over the place.” Paul leaned down and kissed his forehead, stroking his hair. “It’s strange seeing your hair in a ponytail.”

“It’s not my choice.” Joe tried to smile but his mouth hurt too much. He hated that Joe was going through this. It had already been an eventful week for them. “Do you remember anything more about…about what happened?” Paul asked hesitantly, settling into the seat by the bed, holding onto his hand. “It was Michael. He was already being forceful with me. Then this other guy showed up. He was kinda big, tanned, dark hair. It’s like they planned to hurt me. Michael slapped my mouth at first and then he…he punched me in the face. I don’t remember anything other than the other guy trying to fuck me. It hurt so much.” Joe raised his palms to his face and inhaled deeply, trying not to cry again. Paul’s blood was boiling. “I promise. We’ll get them. I promise.”

“I feel so bad about missing work.” Joe sniffled. “Hey, don’t worry about that. Vince totally understands. Obviously he doesn’t know exactly what happened, just that you were jumped but he didn’t ask many questions. As long as he knows I’m dealing with it, it’s fine. Based on what the doctors say, you might only be out for a couple of weeks. They’ll have to reconstruct your nose and obviously you’ll l have to take it easy. You wonwon’t need to forfeit your title.”

“I don’t care about that. I just don’t want people to start asking why we were together…” Joe looked slightly worried.

“Let them ask. It’s nobody’s business. All I care about is you.”

Joe ended up having surgery on his nose the following day at lunchtime. It was a success and Paul was told he should be out in a couple of days. He wasn’t able to see him as he had to be in Stamford for important meetings with the board. Once done, he flew to LA to bring Joe back to Tampa. He took him straight to his apartment where his mother was waiting. She had been worried sick and was horrified to see what had happened to her baby. Understand his eyes were slightly swollen as was his lip. His face was bruised around the midsection. After spending the whole evening making a fuss and thanking Paul over and over for taking care of him, she left but promised to be back.

“Your mother makes such a fuss.” Paul laughed coming into the living room after saying goodbye. Joe forced a faint smile and nodded. “As much as you do.”

“I just wanna be here for you.” Paul said settling down beside him on the sofa. “Can I get you anything?”

“Just relax. You haven’t stopped since we got back.” Joe said, resting his hand on Joe's lap. “You must be shattered after today.” Paul commented, brushing a loose strand of hair from his face. “I am. I would have made this place more presentable if I’d known you were coming to stay.”

“Baby, don’t be silly. It’s totally fine.” Paul smiled. “I’m glad to be here. It’s better for NXT and I can pick up the keys for the new house.” Joe could hear the excitement in his voice. “I’ll take good care of you baby.” Paul kissed his temple after Joe lowered his head onto his chest. The rhythm of his heartbeat relaxed him to the point on falling asleep. Paul was content to lay in silence for a while stroking his fingers through Joe’s hair. It was crazy to think that he had wanted to hurt him, himself less than a week ago when all he wanted to do now was protect him.

The next morning, Paul woke early to go for a run. When he returned, Joe was still asleep. He made himself comfortable in the dining area and did some work on his laptop. It was about 10am when Joe padded into the kitchen wearing nothing but his house coat.

“When did you wake up?” He asked groggily. The swelling on his face was starting to go down. “About 8. I wanted to go for a run.” Paul was already preparing a pot of coffee. “You were out all night.”

“I’m still so tired. I think it’s with being in my own bed again…” Joe pulled up a chair at the breakfast bar where Paul was sat. “Here, have this. It shouldn’t be too hot.” Joe took the mug of coffee. “Thanks. What’s your plan for today?”

“Well I have a few emails to respond to this and I was gonna swing by the Performance Centre to see a few of the guys and also meet the realtor to get the keys for Piney Lane. Do you wanna come?”

“I can’t, I look terrible.” Joe frowned. “Baby, I get it. You will be back to yourself in no time. I just wanted to get you out for a little while.” Joe looked at him apologetically “Maybe when this swelling goes down. It’s just too soon.”

“Take all the time you need. There’s no rush.” Paul stroked his cheek and kissed him. “Have you heard anything more from the police?”

“Not yet but I’m on it. He hadn’t been back at his place in New York.” Paul sounded stressed. “I wish I never left you alone with him.”

“Hey, you didn’t know.” Joe tried to tell him. “I just didn’t think he would be capable of doing that. I swear if I get my hands on him-” Joe raised is hands to him. “Let’s just leave it to the cops. They know what they’re doing.”

Joe kissed Paul softly and placed his hands on his chest. “I do appreciate you being here. I just don’t want to take you away from where you need to be.”

“I don’t need to be anywhere. I want to be here with you. You need someone here to look after you.”

“I just don’t want Vince and the others to start becoming suspicious.” Joe said with concern. “They won’t baby. They trust me. I told them I would be helping you out. Besides, they know we’re friends.”

“I guess so.” Joe answered “By the way, I hope you’re still taking your medication for your anxiety?” He checked. “Yes Sir.”

“Good boy. You need it now more than ever.” Paul settled at his laptop after pouring a cup of coffee. “I’m gonna jump in the shower.” Joe told him. “OK babe.” After Joe had gone into the bathroom, his phone rang about 10 minutes later. Paul eyed it on the breakfast bar. It was Colby. He let it ring out before he called him on his own phone out in the balcony.

“Hey, are you with Joe?” He asked upon answering. “Yeah, he’s in the shower.”

“Is he OK?” Colby asked with urgency. “What do you mean?” Paul asked. “Paul, people are talking. We heard he was assaulted a few nights ago. Paul palmed his forehead “Who’s talking?”

“A few of us. Steph told me because she knows we’re close and she knows I’d suspect something if he wasn’t here tonight.”

“Shit…I told Vince to keep it quiet.” Paul said shaking his head. “Paul! Tell me. How is he?” Colby pushed. “He’s fine. He’s had surgery to repair his nose so there’s swelling. I’m just staying at his place to look after him.”

“OK well I’m in Florida next week-” Paul cut him off. “No! Don’t come. Sorry, he’s very self conscious right now.”

“Paul, I need to see him. He’s a good friend. You can’t dictate who he sees.” Colby spat.

“Look, I didn’t mean it like that. He just needs some time. He’s not in a good place and you know he’s already had problems with his anxiety. I’m trying with him.”

Colby sighed. “OK. Please take care of him.”

“You have my word. Whoever knows about this, tell them to keep their mouths shut. I don’t want this getting anywhere near the dirt sheets. It’s too much for him right now-” At that moment Paul turned to see Joe standing in the living room watching him. He hadn’t closed the door fully. Paul eyed him. “I gotta go.”

“Who was that?” He asked. “Who knows?”

“It doesn’t matter baby-” Paul tried to brush him off. “I don’t appreciate being talked about behind my back.”

“Hey wait a minute, I’m here trying to help you-” Paul started, spreading his arms. “Help me? I wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for you.”

“What the hells gotten into you!?” He raised his voice. “I don’t need you telling people about my anxiety Paul!”

“I’m sorry! If you must know, it was Colby so he already knows about it. I can’t believe you’re snapping at me like this.” He walked over to the breakfast bar and closed down his laptop. “Look you’ve gotta understand, I’m in a bad place right now…” Joe started following Paul into the spare room where his case was. “You will not talk to me like that after what I’ve done for you.”

“All you’ve done is cause me a world of fucking pain!” Joe snapped again. “You ungrateful son of a bitch.” Paul glared at him and threw the last of his things in before closing it. Joe retreated to his room and slammed the door. Paul stared at it, fuming. He wanted to kick it in but he left instead. A few minutes later, Joe came out of his room. The apartment was silent. He looked around and there was not a trace of any of Paul’s belongings. He felt a lump in his throat and moments later, burst out crying when he realised he was really gone.

[laws-yellow-submarine]

Incandescent

Author's Note - Hiiiiiii this is my first time ever participating in a writing contest and I am S O incredibly nervous, please be gentle. 🥺 Thank you for hosting such an awesome event and huge congrats to your follower milestone! I enjoyed stretching my brain a bit for this event! Sorry it's right at the deadline, hehe. Ok, I'll shut up now~

Pairing - Drake x F!Reader

Warnings - SPOILERS // 1 paragraph that refers to sex // angst ending 🥲

Prompt Choice - Light 

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Parties, dances, formal attire. The annual Marine Ball. Though Drake had surely been accustomed to high society due to his Marine affiliations, he never cared for such lavish activities. With an aloof demeanor and two left feet, it was well evident among his comrades that he was far from the life of the party. Still, he made his appearance known at every tedious event. He took his job seriously after all. 

All things considered, one can imagine the utter panic he endured when the third woman of the night caught his eye and made her way towards him. In the brief seconds it took for her to approach him, he had already constructed a mental list of countless benign excuses that would be reasonable enough to reject her without hurting her feelings. It took him some time, all thanks to many tears and a few too many slaps to the face, to figure out how to achieve such gentle refusals. 

His first excuse was locked and loaded, equipped with a follow up, just in case. However, even as the words were placed on the tip of his tongue, all things left when she pleaded with him.

“Dance with me. Please.”

His eyes widened down at her. This was entirely different from any dance offer he had received. He was well known to dismiss even the most pitiful of beggars, but something about her plea seemed desperate. 

“Ma’am, I’m not sure you-” He began, halting when a slur of what was assumedly her name, pierced through the chattering crowd. “Miss (Name)! Playing hard to get I see! Don’t worry, I’ll find you. And when I do, youwilldance with me.”

She hid her face in embarrassment, eyes bulging as she pleaded with the Marine once more. He internally sighed, why me?, but when the drunken man had found her and was rushing towards her, Drake acted on instinct. Placing his hand gently at the small of her back, he guided her through the tight crowd towards the other end of the room. He cringed at the man’s whines, having half a mind to swiftly knock the brute out once he heard some derogatory remarks escape his lips, but getting her to safety was paramount. 

They found themselves rushing out onto the balcony, far from the bustling crowd and entirely out of sight of that wretched man pursuing her so dangerously. Before joining her outside, Drake had relayed the information to one of his comrades who stood on guard at the balcony’s door, encouraging him to keep an eye out for the pervert and to remove him from the party if he made any attempts to follow the pair outside. 

“Thank you.” She breathed as she sat along the bench, “Though, a dance in the other room would have sufficed.”

He stood in front of her awkwardly, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “Miss, I have to be honest with you. I’m not much of a dancer.” 

She giggled, and an unfamiliar sensation swelled in his chest, “Oh, I’ve assumed as much, Mr. Dory. Why else would you reject all of the pretty admirers? Though, I believe the defaulted rumor among them is that you swing for…”

He stiffened, ears growing warm, “Drake is fine. I don’t care much for rumors.” 

She hissed as she removed her shoes and rubbed at her heels, “What’s your rank, Drake, if I may ask?” 

“Rear admiral, ma’am.” 

“A handsome rear admiral who can’t dance? Well, I guess we can't all be perfect, hm?” 

“I don’t need flattery to do my job, Miss.”

“(Name).” She corrected with a roll of her eyes. 

“Pardon?” 

“It’s (Name). We’re on a first name basis, yes? And you don’t have to refer to me so highly. I’m not like the nobility that swoon at your feet.” She ran her fingers through her hair, “I’m just the caterer’s daughter. Only here to encourage guests to dine on our food. Unfortunately, however, it would seem some men interpret simple acts of kindness as desperation for their affections.”

“Only pathetic ones.” Drake scoffed.

“Let me guess. You’re not like other men?” (Name) laughed loudly this time, and if it weren’t for the sudden rush of embarrassment he’d felt, he’d be captivated by the way she glowed under the moonlight, “Haven’t heard that one before.” 

She was entirely correct. (Name) was far from being similar to the other women who more than likely only wanted a dance with the rear admiral for bragging rights. Even if he’d had few formal conversations with the gaggle of swooners, none would dare challenge a man of his rank as she did. It was entertaining, to say the least. 

“How can I prove myself then?” He questioned aloud. The teasing tone laced in his words caught the both of them by surprise. He wanted to hurl himself off the balcony, until her reassuring smile offered him solace. 

(Name) pretended to be in deep thought for a moment, and Drake grew increasingly anxious as the seconds passed, “Prove to me that you really can’t dance. I find it hard to believe the gods blessed you with those legs and no rhythm.” 

It was his turn to laugh this time; genuine laughter. She was taken aback and silently admired the music of his amusement. Even the guard who stood watch outside the door stiffened in disbelief at hearing the typically stoic Drake laugh so heartily. 

“I’m afraid you might be setting yourself up for disappointment. Or perhaps you wish to have me step on your toes?” 

“It’s alright. You can step on my toes as much as you want.” Her tone was serious now as he opened the door for her, “Just keep me safe, please.”

He swallowed hard, feeling underprepared for what he was getting himself into, “I think I can manage as much.” 

They made way to the dance floor, Drake nervous as ever underneath the burning stares of the party guests. Yet as he took her gloved hand in his, a brilliant, incandescent glow seemed to illuminate his entire body at the intimate contact. Her eyes held his and what with the warm smile she offered him, he had briefly pondered if she had felt that sudden jolt of electricity as well. 

How’s one to know when you’ve met the one? 

Drake couldn’t help but wonder as he danced with this alluring stranger, the caterer’s beautiful daughter. Because as she spun around the room with him, catching him when he’d trip over her dress with reassuring glances and a too-forgiving smile, he couldn’t help but imagine their lives together, a reel of redamancy. 

They’d continue spinning around the room, unbothered by the wandering eyes and hushed whispers. She’d hold him steady, eyes twinkling under the light of the chandelier as she laughed, scrunching up her nose and throwing her head back without a care in the world, making him fall harder with each passing second. He’d pull her closer, an evident blush blooming on the both of their cheeks at the contact, further deepening as they realize they are one of the only few stragglers left well after the party is over.

He’d walk her home, picking off a stray flower when she wasn’t looking, offering it to her as a parting gift, a thank you for keeping him company through the night. She’d smile, wider than he had seen that night, a smile he wanted to keep on her face forever. As their hands touch, he’d bring hers up to his lips, placing a chaste kiss along the satin fabric covering her knuckles. Another parting gift, another thank you - a subtle invitation for more, if she’d have him. 

He’d pray that she couldn’t see the nervous quake that shook his body, how he was dying to get this right, but she would, of course she would. She was incredibly perceptive, and that’s one of the wondrous things about (Name) that made him fall, after all. Yet, she wouldn’t say a word, just smile and laugh as she hesitantly closed the door, hurrying up to her bedroom window to call out his name like it was her new favorite word as she waved a final goodbye for the night. He’d wave back, butterflies fluttering madly like he was a teenager all over again. That feeling would make home in his stomach until he laid his head on his pillow, dreams painted with her beaming smile glowing under the chandelier light as he held her close once more. His pillow would suffice for the time being.

He’d visit her father’s restaurant, casually of course; purely coincidental. Yet as with all blooming romances, random happenstances turned to every other day, then quickly to every evening after he’d finish his paperwork for the day, and would ultimately result in him asking her father for permission to court her. She’d laugh that million-beli laugh, mocking him for being so old-fashioned, while he mocked her in turn for being so contrarian. His Marine buddies would pick and tease, but as he arrived at each dinner party, each ball, each and every event with her by his side, he would only take it all in stride. He’d watch as she got on with his friends, how they’d gang up to make fun of him, but he could care less as her enjoyment, how she melded so perfectly with his lifestyle, reigned supreme. He’d know in that moment, that the shape of her was the missing piece in his heart all this time.

They’d promenade through town, arms linked as he walked tall and dignified, herself excitable as she yanked him in every direction to browse shops and visit with the coastal townsfolk. They’d believe no one had ever seen a love as pure as theirs as they interlaced their fingers, Drake never quite getting used to how her small hand fit perfectly in his, all the while garnering a few jealous glances from men and women alike. Neither of them would pay the gawkers any mind, and as each gentle embrace from her ignited his skin to the warmest degrees, the possibility of being loved in return was no longer improbable in his mind. 

She’d be the one to initiate their first kiss, stealing his affection and attention when he’s rambling about nervously. He’d curse himself for not being braver, but with lots of encouragement from her and plenty of practice, he’d soon find a newfound confidence that resulted in a struggle to keep his lips to himself. Yet not without blushing madly and a few nosebleeds here and there, of course. They’d steal kisses from each other any chance they got, bumping into things and laughing quietly as their lips chased each other fervently in the privacy of an empty shop’s dressing room or the storage room in her father’s restaurant. Drake wasn’t one to break the rules, but all sensibility left him when her lips were plastered against his own. 

It would be so much more than her lips. Her eyes, her hands, her hair, her legs; every inch of her was intoxicating and there seemed to be no peak to the love he had for her in every sense he was familiar with. That would be until one night when the two found themselves desperate for something bigger than what they knew, bodies tangled in heated passions, and the wild beating of their hearts and breathy pants filling the empty room. He’d ask her countless times: “Are you sure?” “Is this okay?” “Do you want this?” “Is it really me you want?” 

She’d laugh, placing shaky, gentle hands along his cheeks, and pulling him in for a searing kiss, “Yes, I want everything with you. It will always be you.” 

They would make love that night, and Drake would have to fight back tears. Even after courting her for so long, he’d never experienced such tender touches and praises as these from her before. After years of abuse from his father, he had wondered if he was even worthy of gentle affections of any kind. He’d spent many years cold and alone, his training as a Marine only further icing over his stone heart. Yet she would see him, truly see him that night. The love that would reflect in the light of her eyes as she stared up at him, loving praises of his name and utter adoration for him spilling from her parted lips, her soft hands caressing his skin like he’d disappear if she’d let go - it would be pure heaven sent, and Drake would not help but bask in the love she offered him, biting his lips as he quietly sobbed into her skin as she slept peacefully beside him, holding him in her embrace.

He’d buy a ring the next day, ignoring the snickers and childish name-calling from his comrades. He’d ask her father once again for permission, this time to marry her, though at this point, Drake would be far removed from seeking approval. He’d propose to her on the balcony where they first met, and they’d wed later that season. They would build a home on the cliffside, facing the sea, in a quiet neighborhood not too far from base. They would share a beautiful domestic life together, a few pets and two kids bustling about in the yard. The townsfolk could only ever dream of having a life as perfect as theirs. Drake would practically thrive off of the jealousy, bragging endlessly about his wife and kids, keeping a framed picture of them on his desk, and making sure to tell any and every soul who entered his office random tidbits of a day in the life of the Drake family.

He could see her out in the yard, belly swollen with their third child, being pulled in every direction by their two little ones who looked so much like her, much to his endearment, and their dog running around. She’d wave him over when she’d catch him staring, his two baby dinos running toward him excitedly, yanking on his hands to bring him out into the yard to help catch fireflies. They’d laugh and chase each other around the yard, her smiling widely and whispering to him how great of a dad he is. He’d place his hand on her belly, content and full of love for his growing family, thanking whatever being was responsible for blessing him with the family he’s always wanted. He’d pull her close, gently of course, spinning her around the yard with confident legs, smiling cheesily as he asked her if he’s proven himself yet. She’d laugh that famous, knee-weakening laugh of hers, and reply - 

“Drake?” 

Head still fuzzy, he peered down at her, “Hmm?” 

“You’ve been staring. Is there something on my face?” 

Regaining his consciousness, he was struggling to remember where he was, “No. There’s not. I apologize, I- we- ”

“Sir, we’ve escorted the perpetrator from the ball. He has been arrested, so I assure you she will no longer be pursued.” An officer under Drake muttered in his ear. Drake stilled as the realization crashed over him like a tidal wave.

It wasn’t real? None of that was real?

(Name) looked up at him with questioning eyes, and he had to avert his own in order to avoid sinking into her depths once again, “Very well. Excellent work, officer.” The man saluted Drake before disappearing into the crowd. 

Drake slowly turned to her, “It seems your stalker has been arrested, Miss. I’ll no longer be of any service to you.” 

Her hands dropped from his shoulders along with her smile. The return of Miss breaking her heart piece by piece, “Oh, I see.” 

He so desperately wanted to reach a hand out to stroke her cheek, encouraging her smile to return, but he didn’t actually know her like that. No matter how beautiful the fantasies he created in his head of their potential life together, in reality, he only knew this woman’s name. She would probably be appalled to know of the things he dreamt up of her, so Drake decided it’d be best for the both of them if he kept his distance.

“If you ever run into trouble with another man, please don’t hesitate to reach out to an officer. You’ll always be in good hands, I’ll make sure of that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She replied dryly. 

“Good night, Miss. I hope my company was not too bothersome.” He bowed to her. She quickly wiped at her eyes as he remained at half-back, averting her gaze when he rose up. As she struggled to look into his eyes, waiting, internally begging for him to say more, mentally pleading for him to stay, Drake took that as his cue to leave. 

As he walked away from her, his mind, body, and soul screamed to run back to her, confess to her. But that would be insane right? He’d only met her tonight, how pathetic would he look to confess his heart out to a total stranger? It didn’t matter how her eyes offered him home, and in the mere minutes it took for them to share a dance, he effortlessly imagined their futures together; unconditional love shared between them in the purest forms. She'd surely think he was delusional, a creep. Just like the other guys.

To save himself the embarrassment, he concluded it to be just temporary infatuation, and he did not have the time to play with such trivial feelings. The coastal town Drake resided in would never get to see him helplessly in love with the caterer’s daughter, and his heart would only grow colder in (Name)'s absence. A heart befitting a pirate.

[itslocsdiggs]

Imagine the reader being at a party with Rafa and Daveed but it goes sideways. Everyone knows Rafa has a crush on the reader so they dare them to a sexy dance for him. The reader's a bit shy since they only dance in private. Yet his friends tell them that it's ok and makes sure Rafa has a prime watching spot to "get a full view" (their words). Once you start, he can't tale his eyes off of you and others start to take notice... You can come up with the ending.

That second sentence aged very well. I started this a week before "WAP" came out lmao. The song reader is dancing to (in my mind) is "Makeba" by Jain, but you can pick whatever you want. It's why i didn't name the song in the fic. Have at it!

TW: alcohol, parties, suggestive content

"Yo, Y/N!" Anthony yells at you over the booming stereo system in your corner of the room. The newest Megan Thee Stallion song was blaring through the room. You were trying to keep your drink from sloshing around the cup rim and onto the floor. You couldn't move because you were looking for someone. Parties with your friends were great, when you knew the people there.

Your friends Daveed and Rafa had brought you along to meet some new friends of theirs. At some point, you saw the reflection of the moonlight on an ornament in the living room and then you lost your friends. Now you were standing in a corner.

"Oh my gosh! Hey bro! Haven't seen you in forever. How's the album coming?" You leaned forward to hug him getting your drink all over the right shoulder of his white tee.

"Oh no!" you frantically dabbed at it with one of your napkins from the bar (the host's kitchen).

Just then you heard another voice over Anthony’s consoling reply.

"There's my girl. First, you get distracted by dècor then you spill your drinks on Anthony? What’s next?" Hearing the teasing lilt you whirl around and take a sip.

Your friend and writing collaborator Rafael had just arrived to witness the scene.

"Listen, you fake scoffed, "if you hadn't left me to get lost in the corner, maybe my drink could've stayed in the cup."

"Aw, so you take it out on poor Anthony? Alright, Ariel."

You sputtered lamely, "Guess you weren't shiny enough to keep my attention."

Anthony laughs at your easy banter. “A few of us ‘bout to play truth or dare. You in, Rafa?"

“Yeah,” he rolls his eyes at you, "look at this kid. We're back in middle school."

After reassuring Rafa that everything was perfectly mature about the game, you followed Anthony to what looked like a game room. You had to have a conversation with whoever this house belonged to. It was gorgeous. Rafa saw the wandering look in your eye and eased his arm around your waist.

In the room, you settle down in a comfortable loveseat against the wall in between Daveed and Rafa hoping to play later on, or just to watch. 

Just your luck, when everybody settled down to play, you were the first one chosen. You opted to play truth. Daveed, sitting beside you groaned, "you're the worst, Burr."

You winced, “But the peer pressure is just as strong, Rafa", you whispered to him conspiratorially. He returned a knowing look.

Reluctantly you asked, "what's the dare?"

Jasmine thought for a moment, then delivers your doom with a coquettish tone, "You, my dear Y/N have to give your friend, Rafa a sexy dance. Most of us saw you in that music video. Let's have a repeat”!

Your mouth got dry. You protested weakly that you were drunk (too many shots with the bay boys) and that you weren't as good as she thought, but it was no use. Daveed and Oak wanted you to go. They shared a wink.

Daveed calmly rubs your shoulders before essentially pushing you out of your seat. Your legs wouldn't move of their own accord. "Go on babygirl. Show em how you move."

You closed your eyes and walked towards the center of the group.

There's nervous chatter in the room and quite a bit of musical chairs. When you open your eyes, Rafa is front and center, where Oak was sat before. You swore you felt your knees get weak.

All of your friends are whispering and poking at him. You catch "he's gonna love this" and "someone's getting laid tonight" and other innuendos from across the room. Anthony started the song. Y'all smiled at each other briefly as he started because you both liked this song. He loved the view. He felt so lucky.

"Oh hooooo. You've got the best seat in the house man. Full view of your darling Y/N". Oak boomed as he slapped his back.

His darling?? You, Rafa, and Daveed have only been good friends and collaborators since a few years ago. You weren’t aware of anything romantic brewing between the three of you, but then Rafa had been kinda nervous recently. And he had sent you that long text you haven't opened yet. You thought it might have been another fleshed out script idea.

You exhaled shakily. I guess you were gonna find out how much he wanted you. As the beat kicked in, you tapped your feet and swung your hips. He slouched in the chair, his hands on his lap a wry smile. You wondered how they knew to play this song.

Other people clapped and cheered. Some were jealous and bored, so they looked at their phones. But Daveed and Oak saw how he stared at you; how he memorized your movements as if he could drink you in and become one. God knows, he wanted to ask you for that tonight.

Getting to the chorus, you strutted towards Rafa just to see if he'd reveal anything to you. As you pranced behind his chair, you saw him grip the arms. You placed your arms around his neck as you began gyrating to the rhythm of the song. This is way more than he could dream in his bed alone. Finally you indulged him and came around to dance on his lap. Rafa kept a tight grip on your waist. Tighter, quicker movements revealed that he was filling out in his pants. It looked as if your flirty friendship was going to move to the next level tonight. You honestly had no problem with that. Especially if he made the first move.

Your friends got even louder by the minute. You opened your eyes to see Rafa thrusting his hips to match your movements. Typical. He was never the submissive type. Your eyes widened and your breath caught in your chest all the same. You complemented each other perfectly. He pressed his hands across your to make the motions more fluid. Rafa moaned softly as you peppered his cheek with light kisses in your efforts to make this dare as sexy as possible

Everyone was rapt watching the steamy scene before them. Rafa'd been acting stubborn, but they knew he wanted you for a while. And it took some teamwork to get you two together.

Breathing hard, when the song ended, he mumbled in your ear. "Well, she's a dancer," his face glowed warm and pink. Caught up in the good feeling in the room, you barely realized that the stereo had been shut off, and you were still entwined on his lap with everyone watching. You smiled and kissed Rafa full on the lips. The room erupted in cheers.

You could hear Daveed crow, "Y'all go on and get a room now."

"After you set this all up? Nah you gon' get the whole show," you retorted.

Rafa chuckled, caressing your side. He'd drowned out the whole room. According to him, only the both of you existed.

"I guess so,” you grinned. “He's a dancer, too." You kissed him again, tongue licked at the outline of his lips, and unwrapped yourself from Rafa's body and took a step back before sashaying back to your seat. Rafa turned his head to the left watched you, eyes hungry, longing for something more fulfilling than a dare between friends.

You felt more exposed than you had been the whole night. He reached out to you and said “Y/N”? Blood rushed to your head and your core hearing the passion in his voice.

Everyone had moved on to the next player, but you stared at Rafa matching his intense gaze.

"I think we need to go, sweetheart."

Daveed witnessed this quiet exchange and couldn’t take it any longer. He handed you both your coats, and your purse, and escorted you to the door. Rafa looked back at him confused.

Daveed’s only words as he pushed you out the door were, “Nope. No! Go figure it out lovebirds. Call me after breakfast.”

[dearchikkie]

Happy Birthday

MARICHAT MAY 2020

Day 19: Tuxedo Chat

A/N: hey guys!! sorry I haven't been posting, but these past prompts have been really uninspiring for me [banana??????? thats gonna be hell to write when i'm going the full marichat-may-fic] anyway, hope you guys enjoy this one, :)

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Soft jazz lofted through the air. Couples waltzed delicately around the room, Alya and Nino among them. Marinette continued to gingerly sip her strawberry mocktail, staring enviously at the dancing items. 

She knew, even if she was allowed, there wasn't anyone she would have wanted to dance with that was currently in attendance; but the fact that she didn't even have a choice in the matter stung more than she thought.

Chloe's birthday party had been referred to as the 'event-of-the-decade', celebrities from all over confirming their attendance as the days went by. Both Marinette and Alya, while detesting Chloe, had begrudgingly been excited about the party. And who wouldn't be? 

The mayor's daughter was spoiled rotten: a five-star venue; a mouthwatering buffet; live music performed by the teens favourite artists. There was everything you'd ever need for an incredible party.

Marinette had been afraid she'd miss it; the party had been advertised everywhere as an 'invite-only' type of thing, and Marinette doubted she was high on Chloe's list of people she wanted there. To her surprise, a week before the celebration was set to happen Chloe had waltzed into the classroom sporting new shiny invitations for everyone. Everyone, except Marinette.

When Marinette had approached Chloe hopeful for an invite, she had been met with instead a reluctant glare. "Sorry, Marinette. You'll get your invite later. See me after class."

The entire day Marinette had been on edge. Why was she being singled out, yet again? She knew Chloe and her weren't on the best of terms, but they hadn't fought for a while now! After school, Marinette had insisted she didn't need Alya to come with her, despite Alya's protests.

Chloe had glared at her from across her desk, and hesitantly slid over Marinette's invitation, "I want your parents catering the desserts."

Shock took over Marinette's body. What? Chloe was willing to pay her parents to cater for her? "O-Of course! I can organise that, but... why our bakery?" she offered.

Chloe scoffed, then smirked a hideous smile, "I want the best of the best. Adrikins suggested the Dupain-Cheng bakery. You should be grateful he suggested you since there's no way in hell I'd choose you myself." 

Adrien suggested them? She tried to swat away the butterflies now fluttering around in her stomach, "Obviously, my party is a very exclusive event. Having your parents there would definitely raise their status and serve as free advertising; so it's only fair you do something in exchange."

There it was. No way would Chloe ever be nice for once. She always had hidden intentions behind every good deed, Marinette should have known by now. "What do you want Chloe?"

She paused for a moment, but then answered, "As their daughter, It's only fair you work behind the bench with them."

"What?"

"Or else no invite, no catering, no money. Are you really going to ruin this opportunity for your poor pathetic parents?"

"I don't understand-- Work behind the bench?"

"You heard me. I want you in a little white caterer's uniform handing pastries to my special guests."

It took everything in Marinette to stay sitting down. She wanted to scream! To throw the offer back in Chloe's face and strut out with her dignity intact.

But then she imagined her parents; how great the publicity would be. A selfish part of her imagined Alya, Nino and Adrien there without her, having the time of their lives as she sat at home all alone. Her face warmed, Chloe was just trying to humiliate her, but...

"Fine. I'll be behind the counter."

Now, Marinette stood alone behind rows of sugary pastries. Alya and Nino had tried to keep her company for a while, but there was only so much you could do behind a table. Eventually, Marinette shooed them off, demanding they go dance. The music suddenly changed from a slow love song to a fast-paced pop. Couples let go off each other and instead began shaking and shimmying to the rhythm.

Marinette couldn't hide her jealousy. Maybe she should have stayed home? No, she couldn't. It would've torn her apart knowing she had played a part in sabotaging a potential business deal.

So now she sat alone. Sipping on a strawberry mocktail trying her best not to cry.

"Now what is a princess like you doing back here?"

Her head snapped to the side, eyes focusing on a dark figure, "Chat? What are you doing here?" He stepped forward and sidled up next to her, leaning on her shoulder as he sat down,

"The same reason everyone else is; Chloe's birthday,"

"You got an invite to Chloe's birthday party?"

"I'm a superhero, despite her feuding with Ladybug, anyone who's anyone got an invite. Ooh, that looks good!" Chat snatched a cannelé from one of the long trays. "So back to my question; why aren't you over there dancing with your friends?"

"I was only allowed to come if I was working, I didn't really want to, but it's good for business," she shrugged. Marinette spoke as he gobbled down yet another cannelé.

Chat froze in place, gently setting his fourth cannelé down, "Chloe really said that?"

She didn't know why, but Marinette couldn't meet his eyes, "The birthday girl and I aren't really on good terms. Besides, I shouldn't feel too bad; I'm lucky to even be invited in the first place..."

"No way!" Chat jumped up, grabbing Marinette's hand, "You were invited just like all your classmates, you should at least get to dance once!" eyes started to point in their direction. It was a weird sight; a worker hand-in-hand with the Chat Noir.

Lila's eyes narrowed immediately. She sauntered over to pastry table, leaning seductively against it, "Excuse me! I'd appreciate it if you'd actually do your job!" Lila's voice rang. Marinette hastily shoved Chat away from her, "Finally! You'd think growing up a worker you might as well have gotten good at it,"

Chat glared at Lila, "What did you-"

"Hey, Lila. What pastry do you want?" Marinette smiled through her teeth, begging for Lila to make a quick choice and leave.

"What's up, Mari. It's such a shame you aren't allowed to dance. I really missed you out there on the dance floor!" Lila gushed.

"Tragic. Are you going to get something or not?"

Lila huffed, swirling her cup in the air. She opened her mouth to say something, but glanced towards Chat Noir and slowly smiled, "Chat Noir! I didn't see you there! I'd love to dance with you!" she leaned forward and waved. For a split second, Marinette thought Lila was smiling directly at her, but her thoughts were cut off as Lila's cup tipped, spilling the red liquid inside all over Marinette's white uniform. 

Marinette let out a half-scream, silencing herself before she caused a scene. "Oh my gosh! Mari! I am so sorry! I'm just so clumsy sometimes," Lila laughed. Tears pricked the sides of her eyes; this wasn't how tonight was supposed to go. She felt juice slowly drip down onto her legs, sticking to her socks.

"Marinette! Are you ok?" Chat rushed to her side, nervously trying to pat down her juice-soaked hair.

"...Yup! It's just juice, after all! I'm just going to go wash up, don't worry about me!"

"Princess wait-"

"Chat Noir! An interview, please?"

"Sorry, I'm a bit busy right now-"

"Please! It'll only take a second!" Chat shook his head and turned around, but when he looked back, Marinette had already gone.

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Marinette stumbled through the halls, opening and closing rooms at random. Where the hell was a bathroom? She wiped her face yet again, wiping away of both tears and juice. She slammed another door shut after seeing yet another lounge, sprinting down the hallway. 

"Ugh!" Marinette ran straight into an unsuspecting bystander, toppling them both to the ground. Marinette opened her eyes and saw Chloe glaring at her from across the room, "What the hell are you doing! Why are you covered in juice?"

Great. Just great. She was covered in Lila's juice and now she had to talk to Chloe. Incredible. "Where's a bathroom? Lila spilt juice on me," Chloe softened her gaze but turned away when she noticed Marinette staring, "It's fine. She said it was just an accident anywa--"

"That lying fox! Who does she think she is?" Chloe grabbed Marinette and pulled her up, "No staff of mine is allowed to walk around looking like this. You have to change."

Marinette followed speechless as Chloe dragged her through endless hallways and rooms, eventually ending in a bedroom covered similarly in pink to Marinette's' own bedroom. Apprehensively, Marinette sat down on the large king bed and watched as Chloe shuffled through her closest, throwing glittery dresses behind her. At last, Chloe stepped away holding a short red dress; it had long tight sleeves and puffed out at the knees. "Here. This'll hopefully fit you."

After changing in the bathroom, Marinette stepped out and let Chloe assess her outfit, "Good enough. Let's go, I can't be missing from my own birthday party!"

"Wait- Chloe! I don't understand, this isn't a uniform?" she stilled. Her back tensed, refusing to make eye contact.

"Yes, well. I- uh." when she did turn around, her arms were crossed and a light blush was painted over her cheeks, "You've already... worked, enough. So I guess you can dance a bit. If you wanted..." Marinette couldn't believe it. Was the Chloe Bourgeois actually being nice? Maybe Chloe wasn't that bad.

"Thanks, Chloe! Let's hurry back!" she grabbed Chloe's hand and dashed back to the main dance hall. As soon as they arrived, Chloe snatched her hand away from Marinette and pushed her away.

"It's not like we're suddenly besties now! I have things to attend to, don't make me regret being nice." she strutted away, but Marinette still saw her smiling slightly.

"Well look at you, guess we both tidied up," she swivelled around and saw Chat Noir dressed immaculately in a smooth black suit. "Now that we're both dressed for the occasion, care to dance?"

What about Adrien?

Thoughts of him shadowed over her, but Marinette quickly shook them away. She was wearing a beautiful dress worth more than her entire bathroom. She wasn't going to let some silly crush stop her from dancing with her friend. "I'd love to, especially since you're dressed like a regular tuxedo cat," Chat grinned at her, looking especially pleased as he dragged her to the dance floor. 

A new, slow song began, and the coupe both slowly waltzed to the tune, ignoring the looks of shock from their friends around the room [Nino could barely hold Alya back when she noticed the duo]. Chat dipped Marinette, both blushing then releasing a fit of giggles.

BONUS

Lucky for Chat, Marinette missed him mouthing a small 'thank you' in Chloe's direction. She scoffed and turned away, frown deepening when Lila walked into view, "Marinette better put a good word in for me to Ladybug for this." she grumbled, stalking over to where the brunette stood.

"Lila! What are you doing here?" she sneered.

"What do you mean? I got an invite just like everyone else, Chloe," Lila placed a hand on her shoulder, "Are you ok? You look really sickly, have you had anything to eat?"

"Ugh! Don't touch me! Security!" Two men easily resembling Adrien’s bodyguard Gorilla flanked Lila's sides, "This girl is being a nuisance. Escort her out, would you?"

"What? No!" Lila's arms were grabbed in sync, slowly being dragged to the mansion's entrance, "I have an invite! You gave it to me yourself!"

Chloe shrugged, walking back to where the celebrations were being held, "Oh, really? I don't remember that,"

"You liar! You know I'm allowed to be her-" the guards threw her back, swiftly closing the doors behind them. Lila pounded on the doors, but no one reopened them for her.

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So, When Can We Tell The World? {2} Min Yoongi x black! fem! reader

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 

Pairing: Yoongi x reader

Summary: Yoongi follows you to your room, bringing up his proposition about you going public again. You bite back, trying to hold back your emotions while you and Yoongi’s argument builds until you two get some unexpected  visitors.

Genre: Angst(lot’s of it in this chapter, my goodness), Fluff, Romance, Idol-verse, Smut(none in this chapter)

Word Count: 1, 850

Author’s Note: I’m glad you guys are enjoying this fic! Let me know if you have any BTS or EXO requests!

Shooky stares at me with that wide eyed, agape mouthed expression that only a BT21 plush can send. I stare at him (they’re genderless, but I call mine he) with that adorable smile and furrowed brows, he doesn’t remind me of Yoongi, yet in subtle ways he does. The way he get’s excited sometimes reminds me of how the tiny cookie like character bounces, and the way he smiles is just as endearing as well. The thoughts of Yoongi made me hold Shooky tighter against my chest. How could he not understand why going public would be a bad move? God, just thinking of what could happen makes my head spin. 

“Hey, you all right?”

I tear my gaze away from Shooky and towards my bedroom door. Yoongi leans against it, hands stuffed into the pockets of his sweats as he gazes at me with a close eye. 

I nod against Shooky and turn away from his piercing gaze. 

“You don’t look it,” he says, “and why are you hugging on him so tight, you’ve got me remember?”

I scoff his mumbling while sitting up completely. He steps over to the bed, sitting so that there’s enough space between the both of us. 

“Yeah, but Shooky never catches me off guard,” I say, “he just lets me hug him, he didn’t make me anxious.”

Yoongi sighs. 

“I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” he admits, “I just thought we should talk about being official.” 

“You keep saying we,” I say, “but you still aren’t getting why I can’t do it!”

I rise, taking Shooky up with me as I start for my door, making Yoongi groan.

“Y/N, Y/N c’mon,” he groans, “talk to me, please?”

He grabs my elbow and I freeze, glancing over my shoulder to catch his saddened face. How can I resist it? No matter how fed up I am, I have to hear him out, we’ve got some time to talk things out we should do that. 

“Ok,” I say, “I’m going to talk and you can’t say anything tell I’m finished, is that all right?”

Yoongi nods before reaching for my hand. 

“What are you doing?” I giggle. 

Yoongi shrugs. 

“If Shooky can be in your arms, could I at least hold one hand?” he asks. 

I roll my eyes and nod, tucking Shooky into the crook my arm before taking his hand. He leads me back to the bed, allowing us both to sit with enough space in between again. I let out a breath as Yoongi traces my knuckles with his thumb. 

“Yoongi, I,” I pause, “I need you to understand that going public will bring up many issues.”

Yoongi purses his lips, conflict drawing up on his face, yet he honors my request and remains quiet. 

“Sure, you love me, hell the boys do, which surprised the hell out of me!” I admit, “but the rest of the world won’t.”

“But it’s not their place to,” Yoongi murmurs, “we’re all that matters.”

I shake my head and squeeze Shooky tighter.

“It’s not that simple and you know it,” I growl, “I can’t believe I have to spell this shit out for you!”

“Then fucking do it!” he shouts, “you’re blowing this way out of proportion!”

I nearly squeeze the stuffing out of Shooky, my blood boiling at his accusation.

“Yoongi, I can’t fucking deal with this right now,” I whisper, “not when you’re acting dense right now.”

I get up and Yoongi is already up with me, grabbing my arm this time. 

“Spell it out then!” he declares, “I want you to just talk to me!”

“I thought it was fucking obvious but apparently it wasn’t!” I snap, “I’m black that’s number one! Number two I’m not a God damn idol!”

Yoongi deflates a bit, but still reels on.

“You’re still a public figure,” he says, “and you shouldn’t give a damn about what they say, they’ll talk Y/N! Just like with Kai, Jennie and Chen it all blew over eventually.”

I bit down hard on my lip, trying to hold back the tears that start to form. My head bobs down in a feeble nod.

“Yeah it did,” I say, “but do you know the common denominators in their cases? They’re Korean Yoongi! you and me are different culturally. Your precious ARMY and the people and South Korea will make my life a living hell if we come out like this.”

The moment my words come out, Yoongi’s torn. He’s not holding back tears like me, but a combination of shock and disbelief. 

“Is that really how you feel?” he asks, “do you really believe they’ll do that?”

I swallow hard, yet nod. He can’t sway me this time, I’m being realistic about this. 

“Yes, I do,” I declare. 

Yoongi shuts his eyes, finally allowing a wave of silence to wave over the both of us. I wait for his next words, yet they don’t come, thank God. I need to cool down, somewhere away from him. My feet move, bare feet padding against the carpet fast. Words disrupt it’s rhythm, coming out quick, low and rough. I turn on my heels just as fast to see Yoongi with his head in his hands.

“What was that?” I ask. 

Yoongi shifts his head up and shakes his head. 

“Nothing, just-”

“Yoongi,” I growl, “don’t start this.”

Yoongi purses his lips. 

“Y/N-”

“I let you know what’s on my mind,” I say, “you should do the same for me.”

Yoongi scoffs. 

“Ok, fine,” he grumbles, “you say you love me, but I’m having a hard time believing it now.”

The tears finally break from the dam, rushing down my cheeks freely. My hands shake, Shooky along with it as my vision blurs. Yoongi’s up, walking toward me. 

“Y/N-”

“I can’t, just leave me alone!” I shout.

I throw Shooky at him, causing him to flinch as the plush hitting his chest catches him off guard.

“I didn’t mean it,” he says. 

“Well then what the hell is it supposed to mean then Yoongi?” I ask.

He opens his mouth, closes it and tries again. 

“I-”

He gets cut off as both of us jump at the sound of the doorbell ringing. My heart hammers against my chest, I don’t remember inviting anyone. My gaze goes to Yoongi who’s closer now.

“I-I invited the guys,” he says, “thought it’d be nice to all hang out.”

I manage to laugh through the tears. 

“Of course you did.”

“I can tell them this isn’t a good time if-”

“No,” I say while wiping my tears, “I’m fine, I’ll let them in.”

I move out the room and down the stairs, Yoongi right on my heels, making me overwhelmed again. 

“Y/N, let me,” he says. 

“Yoongi, it’s my house-”

“I know, and I fucked up, just let me,” he mutters. 

He’s talking and moving so fast that he’s already down the stairs and peering up at me. 

“Fine,” I say, giving up. 

Yoongi gives me a tiny grin. 

“Stay right there! I’ll have the guys meet you here!” he says.

I stay and watch as he rushes over to the door, opening it quickly. 

“Yoongi! hey!” Namjoon greets. 

I can’t help but giggle as I make sure the tears are gone. The guys make more and more noise as I descend to meet up with them.

“Y/N!” Jungkook shouts.

“Hey Jung-”

My words are lost as he hugs me tightly, lifting me off the ground with ease. 

“K-Kook, please,” I beg, “you’re squeezing me.”

Jungkook grins sweetly before putting me down. 

“Sorry Y/N, I’m just so stoked!” he gushes, “we haven’t played Tekken in a year and I’m looking forward to showing you how much I’ve improved!”

I chuckle.

“You sure you can handle it?” I ask, “last time I beat you at a first to five you whined the entire day.”

Jungkook nods eagerly as Jimin throws an arm around his shoulder. 

“Of course our golden maknae can,” Jimin says, “but I wouldn’t mind watching Y/N kick your ass again.”

“Ah! Y/N’s not kicking anyone’s ass until she’s eaten!” Jin scolds. 

He’s holding a plastic bag with groceries in one arm, while RJ is tucked under his arm. 

“Why’d you bring him?” I ask, pointing to RJ.

Jin grins. 

“Well, I’m glad you asked,” he says, “he’s for you, you seem to have enough Shooky, and I thought you’d want to spice things up with a fluffy alpaca.” 

“What’s wrong with Shooky?” Yoongi grumbles.

Our eyes meet for a moment. He offers a warm grin, one that I ignore for Jin’s gift. 

“Thanks Jin, he’ll go great with Shooky,” I say, “Kook, set up the Xbox, we can start soon.”

Jungkook’s face brightens, nods and runs off to the living room. 

“Where’s my hug?” Taehyung mumbles playfully. 

“Mine too,” Hoseok mimics with a bright grin. 

I only open my arms as Taehyung steps over eagerly with that boxy smile, along with Hobi. Jimin beats them both with a smug look, making both the members frown. 

“Jimin! C’mon!” Taehyung groans.

“You got to be quicker than that!” Jimin notes.

He squeezes a bit, looking down at me with concern.

“Mh? Y/N, are you ok? You usually hug me right back,” he says. 

I look over to Yoongi, our eyes meeting again prior to moving elsewhere. 

“Nothing Chim,” I say, “I’m good, ok?”

Jimin’s concern stays, yet he doesn’t pry, which I’m thankful for. Taehyung however does. 

“You sure?” he asks. 

“Yeah,” I say, “guys, just, uh go help Jin in the kitchen.”

Jimin, Taehyung and Hoseok all stare blankly at me before at Yoongi, and then back at me. 

“You heard the lady!” Jin calls from the kitchen. 

They sigh and walk slowly away, leaving Yoongi, Namjoon and I. 

“You guys doing ok?” Namjoon asks, “whenever I see the two of you, you’re attached to the hip.”

I glance at Yoongi from the corner of my eye, he’s still staring, like I’m supposed to answer that question. His silence doesn’t cease, forcing me to say something. 

“We’re ok, just ah,” I pause to look at Yoongi.

“She told this really corny joke earlier,” Yoongi blurts, “wasn’t funny.”

Namjoon raises an eyebrow, opening his mouth to answer.

“Jo-”

“Oh I’ve got better ones!” Jin calls. 

Namjoon sighs. 

“No hyung, just, keep them in the kitchen please,” he groans. 

“How about you get your ass in here to help and maybe I will!” Jin counters.

Namjoon rolls his eyes. 

“Fine” he says, “for Y/N’s sake.”

I mouth a thank you as he squeezes my shoulder. 

Yoongi and I stand alone in the front part of the living room, the painstaking silence swallow us yet again. 

“Y/N, I’m-”

Yoongi gets cut off by Jungkook.

“Y/N! Hurry before I lose this combo!” he shouts. 

“Kook wants me,” I say, “what were you?”

Yoongi shakes his head, closing the distance between us. 

“It’s nothing,” he says, “kick his ass for me.”

Yoongi kisses my forehead and cheeks prior to leaving me standing in the living room in utter confusion.    

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but deep in my heart there’s a glow

Happy Holidays @perditaalottachocolate-blog !! Sorry this is late, I wanted to post it yesterday but didn’t have access to a computer until now. I hope you enjoy! I love your stories so this was very intimidating! @mlsecretsanta

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Everything needs to be perfect.

Marinette fluffs the throw pillows one last time and looks around in mild panic. Adrien should be here any minute and she will have about an hour and a half to tell him. The letter she wrote sits on her desk upstairs, a backup plan for when her tongue inevitably betrays her and she can’t get her words out. 

Scurrying over to the kitchen, Marinette quickly makes sure all the ingredients are out and accounted for. The recipe sits nearly on the corner of the counter for Adrien’s benefit—she can these cookies in her sleep.

“Everything will be fine, Marinette,” Tikki says, popping her head out of Marinette’s blazer.

“Fine isn’t good enough!” Marinette exclaims. 

“You’re being overdramatic again. I thought we worked on this.”

“I know, you’re right. It’s just.. Chat Noir.”

“He’s going to be happy. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how cozy you and Adrien have become lately.”

Marinette can feel a blush creeping up on her as she thinks back to the past few weeks with Adrien. Sure, they’ve become great friends since she got over her awkwardness around him but he’s been even friendlier lately. Flirtier. At first, she thought she was simply noticing Chat-things about Adrien but he’s definitely been taking more of an interest in her. 

Before she can respond, Marinette hears footsteps. “Hide Tikki,” she says as she pushes the small kwami back into hiding. 

The doorbell rings and Marinette sprints to open it up. There, in all his glory, is Adrien Agreste, beaming down at her. He’s wearing a black suit with an emerald green dress shirt, his hair slicked back. It’s a good look on him. 

“Hey Marinette!”

“Hi!” Marinette stands there, smiling up at him before she collects herself and steps aside. “Uh, come on in.”

“Thanks again for letting me do this.”

“It’s no problem! You know I love you!” It isn’t until Adrien’s face starts turning pink that Marinette realizes what she said. “I mean baking! I love baking with you.”

Head hung in shame, Marinette leads Adrien to the kitchen so they can get started. She wants to tell him while the cookies bake in the oven. Since they’re making cookie bars, they should have about half an hour to talk. “Here,” she says, thrusting a blue apron into Adrien’s arms. “You should wear this to protect your suit.”

“Right,” he says, gripping the apron. “It’s important to use protection.”

Marinette doesn’t know if he means that the way she takes it. To be honest, she doesn’t want to know what he means. All she knows is that her face is going to melt off her and she won’t live to tell him she knows. 

“I—um— I’ll be right back!”

She leaves a blushing Adrien in the kitchen while she tries to calm down in the bathroom. 

“I can’t do this, Tikki,” she whispers, grasping the sink with both hands. Tikki once again pops her head out to comfort the shaking girl. “I thought I could but I was wrong.”

“You’ll be okay, Marinette. You owe it to Adrien to at least tell him you know his secret.”

“No, I want to tell him everything.”

“Then tell him. It’ll all work out, I promise.”

“What if I mess it up?”

“You have that letter upstairs, remember?”

“Right.” Marinette takes a deep breath and stares at herself in the mirror. “Right. I can do this. I can do anything.” She splashes her face with some water, hoping it’ll cool her down, before heading out to face Adrien again. 

“Sorry about that,” she says, slipping into the kitchen and tying an apron around her own clothes. She’s not dressed for the party yet, but she’d rather not get food all over her clothes regardless. 

“It’s okay.” Adrien rubs the back of his neck—an endearing trait he shows as both Adrien and Chat Noir. “Should we get started?”

“Yes! Good idea!”

They fall into a rhythm, which calms Marinette’s nerves loads. Baking is easy and familiar to her, and she’s baked with Adrien tons of times by now. It requires just the right amount of brain-power to distract her from her thoughts but not so much that it becomes stressful in its own right. 

All too soon, the cookies are in the oven and Adrien is watching her carefully. She assumes he noticed they didn’t chat as much during the baking process as they normally do but he’ll understand soon enough why she’s being weird. 

Adrien clears his throat. “Is that what you’re wearing to Alix’s party?”

Marinette looks down at her egg-and-flour-covered apron and hastily removes it from her person. She’s going to have to chuck it in the laundry. “No, I just didn’t want to risk getting my outfit dirty. I’m too clumsy to trust myself with that.”

Adrien chuckles as he removes his apron. His is clean enough that he can hang it back up with the other aprons. “Can’t argue with that logic. Do you want to get ready while we wait for the cookies? I can just watch TV down here.”

“Oh, no it’s fine. I’ll just get ready while they cool. I had something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Will you have enough time? I figured we would book it as soon as we cut them.”

Marinette tilts her head in confusion. “They won’t take that long to cook.”

“I thought we were getting there for 8?”

Marinette glances at the clock and jumps. She didn’t realize how late it had gotten. “I need to get ready!”

She rushes out of the kitchen, catches herself, and turns back around. “The remote’s on the side table. Do whatever you want. I’ll be back soon!”

Several trips, stumbles, and an inordinate amount of makeup remover later, Marinette looks respectable enough for Alix’s New Year’s party. She originally planned on wearing a sparkly dress to ring in the new year but ultimately decided to go for a red cocktail dress instead. If she’s going to reveal herself to the love of her life, she might as well go all out for it. 

She hesitates before grabbing the letter and shoving it into the right pocket of her jacket. They still have time to talk on the walk over so she hasn’t lost all hope. Adrien will know everything before midnight, Marinette is determined. 

When she gets back downstairs, she’s surprised to see Adrien playing video games with her father. 

“Hi Papa,” she says slowly. If she knew he was going to be there, she would have gotten ready even faster—leaving Adrien alone too long with her parents is never a good idea.

“Hi cupcake.”

“The cookies are cooling in the freezer, Mari,” Adrien says without looking away from the screen. By the looks of it, Adrien and her father are neck and neck. 

“Thanks, Adrien. Sorry for ditching you so suddenly.” She leans against the doorway, watching the two characters on screen fight. 

“It’s okay, your dad came up about 10 minutes after you left so I didn’t have much time… alone.” Adrien’s character gets slammed and her dad leaps up in victory. Confused, Marinette looks over to what distracted Adrien, only to find him gaping at her. 

“Wow, Marinette. You look great!”

“Thank you,” Marinette says, rubbing her wrist in embarrassment. 

“I should get back to your mother. I left her all alone with the dishes. Have fun tonight, you two.”

“Goodnight Papa! Happy New Year!” She kisses his cheek as he passes by and he winks at her, as though she needs more embarrassment in her life right now. 

“Um, you want to get those cookies ready and then head out?” Marinette asks.

--

The walk to Alix’s isn’t far, which is why they choose to enjoy the brisk night. With the soft cushion of snow covering the ground and the twinkling lights of the city, Marinette can’t help but think of how romantic this walk could be. Unfortunately, the jacket Marinette chose to wear was more for fashion than function and she is growing colder and colder every second that passes. 

“Do you want to wear my jacket?” Adrien asks. 

“N-no I’m f-fine.” Marinette curses her stupidity. It’s too cold for her to hold a proper conversation. She can’t have chattering teeth while she tries to have a serious conversation with the boy. 

“Maybe put your hands in your pockets?” They both smile and nod to the shopkeeper outside his shop, slowly shoveling the snow on the sidewalk. He gives them a big smile and wishes them a happy new year as they pass by. 

“Oh! I have gloves!” She pulls the gloves out of her pockets and puts them on, feeling a bit warmer already. For extra warmth, she does put her hands in her pockets.

“Better?”

“A little. I should know better by now that I need to bundle up more, no matter how much my jacket clashes with my outfit.”

“Here.” Adrien slings his arm around her shoulders and pulls her closer to him. “This should keep you warm.”

Unable to stop herself, Marinette snuggles closer to him, grateful for both his warmth and his touch. 

“Adrien! Marinette!” 

The two pull apart immediately and take a step apart. Lila approaches them with a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. 

“Are you on your way to Alix’s?” she asks. “Mind if I join you?”

Marinette and Adrien glance at each other but don’t say anything as Lila nestles herself in between them for the remainder of their walk. 

--

Marinette gets separated from Adrien nearly the minute they arrive. Which isn’t too surprising but it’s still frustrating. She hasn’t told him yet and it’s slowly driving her crazy. She can’t concentrate on anything, failing to participate in any of the conversations her friends try to start with her. 

“Girl,” Alya says, pulling Marinette to the side. They’re standing by the snacks table, filled with junk food. Marinette is happy to see most of their cookie bars have gone. “What is going on with you tonight? Did you have some of the punch Kim spiked?”

“No,” Marinette says, making a mental note not to have anything but the bottles of water. She needs a clear mind tonight. “Sorry, Alya, my mind’s somewhere else.”

“Clearly. You ok?”

“I’m fine?” she tries to say but it comes out like a question. At Alya’s skeptical look, Marinette straightens her back and tries again. “I’m fine. Just nervous.”

“Nervous about what?”

Marinette shrugs. “A lot of things? This is our last year all together and it’s scary. Not to mention we have university next year, and I’ve been applying for a ton of internships, and I’m planning on confessing to Adrien before midnight and I think I might die.”

Alya squeals and smothers Marinette in a tight hug. “Finally! I am not letting you back down this time. You owe it to yourself. And I am 100% confident that he is going to say yes and you two will be the cutest couple ever, after Nino and me of course.”

“Alya. Can’t. Breathe.”

“Sorry.” Alya lets go of her. “I might have had a bit too much of Kim’s punch. Now come on, we have a sunshine to confess to.”

Alya grabs Marinette’s wrist and drags her around the room. The house is big enough that there are far too many places Adrien could be but the two girls try their best navigating the mess of teenagers while they look for Adrien. 

They finally locate him in the basement, engrossed in a conversation with Max, a very bored-looking Chloé latched onto Adrien’s arm. 

“I’ll handle the extra baggage if she proves to be a problem. You go get your man.” Alya pushes Marinette into the trio, causing her to stumble over her heels. She catches herself on Adrien’s shoulder and shoots a withering glare at Alya. 

“Sorry,” she says, straightening up and putting some distance between them. 

“Adrien,” Alya says, butting in, “Marinette needs to talk to you. Privately.”

Chloé, Adrien, and Max all look to Marinettte for confirmation.

“It’s not that important, we can talk later.”

“Nope, it’s very important. So you should probably go somewhere alone.”

Adrien shrugs Chloé off his arm, who surprisingly doesn’t put up a fuss. “Sure. Would you want to get our jackets and go outside for a bit, Mari?”

“That sounds great!”

They rummage through the coat closet until they find theirs and head to the back porch.  Marinette is reminded all over again that it’s cold outside and puts her hands in her pockets.

“So, what’d you want to talk to me about?”

“I—well. I’ve been trying to tell you all night, honestly.” Marinette takes a deep breath, watches a small cloud form as she breathes out, and refocuses. 

“You can tell me anything, Mari,” Adrien says, placing a hand on her forearm. “I actually have something I want to tell you, too.”

“Do you want to go first?”

“No, no. I want to know what you wanted to say.”

“Okay. So.” Marinette fiddles with the gloves in her pockets, using them as a pseudo-stress ball. Even though they’re only gloves, it’s nice to have something there to ground her. 

“Would it help if you write it down?”

“I actually wrote a letter for you if I...oh no!” Marinette yanks her gloves out of her pockets, forcing Adrien to let go of her,  and pulls the empty pockets inside out. She feels around the rest of the jacket, only feeling Tikki nuzzled safely in the inner pouch she sewed for her. 

“Is everything okay?”

“I lost it. Oh my gosh I’m such an idiot! I lost the letter!”

“You can always re-write it if you need to.”

“You don’t understand! It has our names on it. I—I need to go. Sorry. Happy New Year!”

“Marinette! Wait!”

But she doesn’t listen.

Marinette runs around the house and sprints down the block. Once she’s sure Adrien didn’t follow her, she ducks behind a tree to transform into Ladybug. She can cover more ground that way. Following the path the took, Marinette doesn’t see anything that looks like the letter. She didn’t use last names but it’s still too incriminating. If anyone reads it, she potentially gave away both of their identities. 

She’s passing by the same shopkeeper they saw early when she realizes that was around the place she pulled her gloves out of her pockets. He might have seen her drop the letter!

She makes sure no one is around before dropping the transformation and jogging up to the old man, still shoveling the snow. 

“Good evening, sir!”

“How do you do?”

“Um, I passed by earlier today, I was with a boy, and I think I dropped something. You didn’t happen to see it and pick it up did you?”

The man stops his shoveling. “No, miss.” Marinette deflates. “But I saw you drop it. Your friend picked it up.”

“My friend? Adrien?”

“No, the girl who caught up with you. I assumed she returned it to you.”

Marinette feels her entire body grow cold, and this time, it has nothing to do with the temperature. “Lila picked up the letter?”

“I guess, if that girl with you is named Lila.”

 “Okay. Thank you very much sir. Have a good night and happy new year.”

Marinette calmly walks away. She’s pretty sure her spirit has left her body. There is no possible way Lila Rossi has a letter where she admits that she’s Ladybug, knows he’s Chat Noir, and she’s desperately in love with him. The man has to be mistaken. 

Somehow, Marinette makes it back to the party. She has no idea how long it took her. She has no idea how she got there. All she knows is Lila has her letter. Lila might have already read the letter. Lila might have the most powerful information in the world. 

And Marinette practically handed it to her. 

“You’re back!” 

Marinette startles and looks wide-eyed at Adrien Agreste. She might have doomed him. 

“Did you find the letter?”

She shakes her head and crumbles to the floor in tears. “I’m so sorry Adrien. I ruined everything.”

“Hey it’s okay.” His arms are strong and sturdy around her. He starts rubbing her arms and she shudders. She wants nothing more than to indulge in his embrace but she doesn’t deserve it. 

“It’s not okay. Lila has the letter.” 

His soothing rubs stop immediately. “So we get it back.”

“She might have read it already.”

“It can’t be that bad, can it?”

“Adrien,” she says. “I don’t think I could have written a worse letter if I tried.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out.” He removes his arms from her and stands up, reaching out his hand. Marinette looks up at his gentle smile and lets herself rely on her partner once more. When he pulls her up, she winds up closer to him than expected so she winds her arms around him. 

“Thank you,” she breathes. “I always feel better when you’re here.”

“Me too.” He quickly returns the hug before they split up to search for Lila. 

Even with the music blasting, Marinette can hear the blood rushing through her head. Her head is ready to beat out of her chest and her hands will not stop shaking. Time seems to contradict itself. She can’t find Lila soon enough yet every step she takes feels too soon. And then there she is, her hideous fake laugh louder than the rest. 

“Lila,” Marinette says, barging into the conversation without any care. “I heard you picked up something I dropped before. Do you think we could talk?”

“That’s right,” Lila says to her crowd. “Little Marinette here is so clumsy that she dropped her love letter for Adrien Agreste. Poor girl can never seem to confess.”

Marinette looks at Lila, startled. Yes, there was definitely a love confession in there but Marinette is pretty sure Lila would be acting differently if she read the other content of the letter. 

“You didn’t read it?”

“Not yet, I’ve been too busy mingling. I don’t want anyone to feel like I’m neglecting them.”

Glad that they actually have an audience, Marinette asks, “Can I have it back then?”

Lila narrows her eyes. Marinette tries not to appear too smug but she knows she has her cornered. Lila would look bad if she refuses to give back the letter. 

“I don’t have it on me, I must have left it in my jacket. I’ll give it to you later.”

“Not to worry, I can get it myself,” Marinette says, already removing herself from the circle.

“You don’t know which is mine and you wouldn’t want to go through every jacket, that’s just rude.  I can get it for you later.”

“Sure, thanks Lila.” Marinette turns away, heading straight to the coat closet. 

Before she can get there, she runs into Adrien again. “She hasn’t read it yet!” she exclaims.

���I know I have it!”

“You have it? How?”

Adrien waves the envelope over her head. “I couldn’t find Lila so I figured I would check to see if she put it in her jacket and, well, she did.”

Marinette jumps to reach the letter and kisses it. “You have no idea how relieved I am.”

“I’m glad everything worked out. Uh, but you still never told me what you’ve been wanting to say.”

A loud “FIVE MINUTES!” interrupts them and Marinette watches in amusement as a herd of people rush over to the living room so they can watch the television. 

“Come with me,” Marinette says, gently taking his hand to pull Adrien outside once again.  She waits until they’re both sitting on the porch chairs before starting. 

“I think it’s really important that you know so I think it’d be best if you just read this.” She hands Adrien the letter she wrote and looks away. She wants him to know but doesn’t think she can handle looking at his face while he reads it.

“I have a letter for you too. Maybe we can read ours at the same time?”

Marinette looks at the envelope he’s holding for her, her eyes unable to look away from the little heart over the i in her name. 

“Marinette?”

“Right. Yes. Okay. Same time.” They nod at each other before carefully opening their letters.

My Dearest Marinette,

First, I’d like to say that I found out by accident. I want you to remember that when you read the next part. I know you’re Ladybug. Before you panic too much, I saw you detransform because you went to the spot I was going to use. I’m trying to say I’m Chat Noir. This is my 14th attempt to write this and I’m running out of time. Sorry.

Also, you need to know that I could not have asked for a better partner. You mean the world to me, both as Ladybug and Marinette, and I couldn’t be happier to find out you’re the same person. I know you didn’t want us to know but I couldn’t live with the guilt of knowing. I hope you’ll forgive me. 

All the love in the world,

Adrien

Marinette looks up and is surprised to see Adrien in tears. “Adrien?”

He springs on her, engulfing her in the warmest hug. “I love you so much Marinette.”

“I love you too,” she says, melting into him. She can vaguely hear the party guests chanting but she doesn’t pay it any mind.

“Yeah, you mentioned that a few times.”

“Shut up. My letter was better than yours.”

“Your letter was so much better than mine. I should have this framed.”

“Please don’t. We don’t need anyone else finding out.”

“Oh my gosh,” Adrien says, pulling away slightly but leaving his arms loosely around her. “Lila almost read this.”

“I am aware, yes.”

“I can’t believe Ladybug almost let Lila find out our identities.”

“Can you shut up and just kiss me already?”

So he does.