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jade-jini · 10 months ago

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“My Ex’s Best Friend”

Kim Chaewon x Reader

Prompt: Your best friend NingNing is excited to introduce you to her new girlfriend (who turns out to be someone from your past) and to her best friend (who you expect to see more often in your future).

Genre: smut. Fluff. A little angst maybe?

TW: Public sex. Some dirty talking why not. Idk what else to put her I’m bad at this.

Also this has kinda a continuation (plot twist tho), go read it if you want I mean 👀👉🏼👈🏼.

You haven’t seen NingNing this excited about a girl in such a long time. It was such a change. A cute one, you thought. From not giving a fvck who she took to her bed to calling this mysterious girl “my girl” whenever she talked about her to you.

She explained to you how they met at the company she was currently training at, they became close in there but sadly the girl moved to another company. However, they kept in contact and eventually ended up becoming something more serious. She didn’t mention her before because she wanted to make sure it was actually serious before introducing her to somebody as important as you. When she said this you couldn’t help but to hit her shoulder ‘cause this girl was really turning her into a softie apparently. You were genuinely excited to meet this Yunjin girl already. The name bringing you some bittersweet memories of your own, but regardless of this, you were still so happy for your best friend.

At least until you actually met the girl. Wtf.

“Yunjin, this is Y/n, my best friend. Y/n, this is Yunjin. The girl I’ve been telling you about.” Your best friend said with an excited smile while holding your ex closer to her. Both you and the tall girl tried your best to hide the shock in your faces when you looked at each other for the first time in such a long time.

Yunjin and you have known each other for a looong time. After spending years as an exchange student in Korea, you traveled to New York during a summer. You wanted to simply relax. To let go, to not think too much about anything. It was your summer to be free. Of work. Of school. Of everything. That’s how you met Yunjin, a local girl who was born her own free spirit, and for whom you instantly fell. “New York days” you called it when you talked about it with NingNing. The thing is, you never really gave too much details about it to your friend. You played it as if it was just some adventures you’d have with some girl, nothing too important. In reality tho, it was, in the words of your heart, the best relationship you’ve ever had. A relationship that officially lasted just a summer, but the best experience both of you ever had. From random late night dates, going to the convenience store to buy snacks and eat it together in your back seat, looking at the stars and talking about everything. Going to the beach early in the morning, enjoying the cold water and the warmth of each other’s bodies. Sneaking in her room to give her the best sex she could get, and also the best cuddles. Dates to vintage music stores, listening to her sharing her dream of being a musician, and even listening to her songs as she played the guitar.

You didn’t know why you never really told NingNing the truth. Maybe you just didn’t wanna look too emotional when you first mentioned the girl. You and NingNing weren’t that close back then. And eventually, you just didn’t think it would make any difference since you weren’t expecting to see Yunjin ever again. But Yeah. She was important. And more than just some “girl you hooked up with from time to time in your summer in New York”. She was the first girl who made you cry when you had to of course breakup and say your goodbyes ‘cause you had to go back to Korea. ‘Cause you never thought there was a chance she’d be here too.

And she was also your best friend’s new girlfriend. Fuck.

But c’mon! You were over her! You’ve been over her for a long time already. God it was shocking to see her with NingNing, but nonetheless she was your friend’s happiness now. What could you do? Ning was happy, so you were happy. And they look nice together! You felt incredibly awkward as the third wheel, and even a little jealous. Not in a weird way tho, you just wished you too could have a pretty girl next to you at the moment, somebody who could distract your mind and heart from whatever that was starting to form in there, somebody who-

“Oh! Chaewonie is here!” Yunjin said after checking her phone, interrupting your train of thought as she opened the door and let in some girl who-

Oh.

Some girl.

Nah that wasn’t just some girl. That was THE girl. That was a beautiful and so Fuckin hot girl and - who was this girl?!!!

“Ok guys, let me introduce you. Unnie this is Yi Zhuo, my girlfriend. And y/n, she is... she’s her best friend..” the tall girl said and thankfully the awkwardness was overshadowed by your best friend excitedly saying hi while hugging the short- haired girl, who mirrored the excitement. They seemed really happy to meet such an important person in Yunjin’s life. But again, who was this girl? And how could you get her number in your phone right now?! “guys, this is chaewon. My bestest best friend”.

“Nice to meet you, y/n” the girl said as she gave you a sweet smile.

Best friend? Uh oh.

I mean c’mon. Was it really that bad? Yunjin moved on. And with your own best friend! Was it that bad that you were looking at her best friend and the only thing you could think about was how perfect her clothes would look on your bedroom floor…

Ok calm down, y/n. You almost sound desperate you thought. Weren’t you tho

You all were currently hanging out at night around the city, enjoying the privacy 2:00 am gives. You guys were driving around chatting, sharing drinks (you Ofc, as the designated driver, were doing your best not to drink too much) and enjoying the music. NingNing Ofc wanted to sit with her girl so Chaewon ended up being your passenger. After driving around for a little bit you guys decided to stop at an empty little playground. If anybody saw the view there they’d either laugh at 4 clearly drunk dumbasses playing like kids, or they’d call the cops. NingNing and Yunjin couldn’t be more closer and playful with each other. Playing tag you’re it and holding each other while laughing. The view was so confusing for you.

You knew you were happy that your best friend found somebody who makes her feel like this. But it was.. uneasy to see it being with your ex, with the only person that made you feel special and understood once. What were you exactly sad about? You didn’t miss Yunjin, right?

Right?

You shook your head as you sat down on a bench. Sighing, you looked at the beautiful sky, getting lost counting stars.

“Hi there.” You heard a voice you were still not used to. “What you doing?” Chaewon asked while hitting your thigh in a friendly matter and sitting next to you, imitating how you looked so focused on the sky.

“I got tired, I’m just waiting for those two little toddlers to get tired too i guess” you joked, making her laugh. The cute sound of it made you look at her, already getting your heartbeat a little accelerated.

“Right? The adoption center didn’t tell me they were gonna be so hyped” she joked along making you laugh as well. You saw her shivered a bit. “Are you cold?” You asked her, already removing your jacket.

“Ah! You don’t have to..” she said softly, but you insisted, already placing them over her shoulders and she smiled at you “thank you”. (What you didn’t know is that was her plan actually).

You always had a thing for people using your clothes. You didn’t know if it was a possessive side of you or what, but it always had an effect on you if you were attracted to that person. For some reason your clothes always looked better. Chaewon probably noticed your eyes on her, ‘cause she was smiling at her mischievously.

“I’m sorry I-“ you started but she just laughed.

“It’s ok, you’re cute” she interrupted you, now with a little more flirtatious tone. You gulped, her eyes for some reason getting a shy side of you. She seemed to enjoy the effect she had on you. Licking her lips, she sat closer to you, her eyes hypnotizing you.

Chaewon and you talked for a bit about how long you’ve known your best friends. You learned her and Yunjin were training to debut together in a new group, but they had met before at a survival show, so they go a long way back. They only got close after starting training together at their new company. Yunjin clearly never mentioned you before, and you didn’t know exactly how to feel about it. For one side, it was sad that she never mentioned you to such important people in her life, but on the other side, the less people who knew about you guys, the best, you guess.

“How long do you think it’ll take until one of them throws up?” Chaewon said, getting you out of your head.

“If they do, I ain’t cleaning shit.” You said with a worried expression and a raise eyebrow. Your face making her laugh, once again the sound of it just giving you a warm feeling in your chest.

Surprisingly sooner than you’d think tho, the couple ran out of energy, and sat next to you two as they tried to catch their breath.

You went back to NingNing’s house ‘cause the two other best friends were gonna get their bags. The plan was to do that, get them home, and then come back to spend the rest of the night at NingNing’s. But of course, her gf had something else in mind.

“Hmmm I wanna stay with you babe~” she’d say to Ning, hiding her face against her neck. She was clearly drunk, and so was your friend, who looked at you with an apologetic smile. You simply rolled your eyes and shook your head, knowing what it meant.

“Let’s go, Chaewon. I’ll take you home. I think our best friends want the night alone.” You said while opening the front door. The short-haired girl said her goodbyes to her best friend and yours and got in the car with giggles after probably teasing Yunjin about whatever was gonna happen once the couple were alone. Great.

“Here, put your address please.” You asked her and she did, although a little hesitant at first. As you started driving, she was resting her head against the seat while looking through the window quietly. You assumed the alcohol was already making her sleepy, but it was more than that. Wonie didn’t want the night to end. Not yet. She didn’t feel like going home. She didn’t feel like ending the night away from you.

“You know “ she started, catching your attention after a few seconds of comfortable silence “Sometimes I wish I could find something like that. Like what they have. Doesn’t have to be a relationship ‘cause I don’t think I want that at the moment but, I guess it would be nice to have I don’t know, a person. You know what I mean?” Chaewon explained to you, who were listening mindfully to her words. Taking advantage of a red light, you looked at her, and she was already looking at you. “I don’t really wanna go home tonight, y/n. do you?”

You gulped, and simply shook your head. She signaled with her head the empty parking lot of the park you were at earlier that night with your friends and without having to think about it twice you parked there. You looked at Chaewon again, and she was carefully analyzing your reaction to her next words, feeling brave but mostly impossibly dragged to you.

“Then what should we do now?” she whispered, her face getting closer to yours until you could almost taste her mint breath mixed with whatever sweet drink she had. Fuck. It. (As in, the expression, not her face- anywayyyy).

Chaewon in one quick movement was already straddling you, making your heart beat so fast. You felt like a teenager sneaking out. You were having a little rush of adrenaline again after so long. And you liked it. I mean, who wouldn’t die to have such a pretty girl on your lap like that. Seeing your expression, Chaewon couldn’t help but giggle a bit before taking your lips in a deep kiss. Both of you moaned on each other’s mouths, the taste of your tongue on hers driving her insane already, making her so sensitive that every subtle move you did under her was making a sweet noise escape from her lips. You grabbed her waist, keeping her as close as possible.

Once you separated a bit to catch your breath, you looked into her eyes and could see the reflection of your lust in them.

“I swear your lips were made to kiss mine” she said in between a little giggle, leaving more kisses on your lips. You smiled at her, wondering how could someone be so cute in this situation, and making the mistake of remembering there was a person who once made you wonder the same thing.

You shook your head a little bit in order to get that thought out of your head, and went back to focusing on the girl in your arms at the moment. As Chaewon starting eagerly kissing your neck while undoing your shirt, your hands went under her skirt to her ass, grabbing it and leaving some spanks from time to time, making the girl whimper against your skin.

“Harder, please…” she begged, and that turned you on so much that you couldn’t help but to make her get on all fours. The sudden change of position and how easy it was for you to handle her like that made her squeal in excitement, knowing she was gonna have a lot of fun with you. Your hand once again impacted against the pale skin, harder than before this time. Chaewon cried, but you saw her pushing her ass closer to you, in a way of asking for more you assumed.

“You like it rough, princess?” You asked teasingly, your hips against her ass as your hands felt it and went up and down her back. She didn’t answer, instead just left out a little whimper as you saw her head softly nod. You just clicked your tongue at that “Use your words, I don’t read minds” you told her, your tone still the same. She whimpered again before murmuring something “what was that?”

“I said yes.. i like it rough, ma’am.”

“That’s a good girl.” You said as you pulled her hair to make her look at you and steal another deep kiss from her. Your hands traveled to her panties, removing them quickly and throwing them somewhere in your car. Fixing her position, putting her ass up a bit, you saw her glistening pussy and you could feel your mouth drool. Suddenly you felt like you haven’t had a single drop of water in your whole life. Not losing any time, you started eating her out, moaning at the perfect taste the girl had. “God that’s such a good pussy” you groaned while spanking her once again. “Come here, open your mouth.” You told her, pulling her hair to get her up, and making her suck on two of your fingers. Chaewon made sure to give a show for you, sucking and licking on them like she was giving you a blowjob. So sensual as she looked into your eyes with a look that was begging for something, and both of you knew you’d give her that and more.

You were biting your lip as you looked at her, the feeling of her tongue around your fingers was turning you on so much that you almost couldn’t wait to feel it on the rest of your body. “That’s.. that’s good, turn around for me” you asked her, and you saw her smile mischievously as she obeyed, returning to her previous position. You sighed at the view of her bare ass up like that for you. Slowly putting your fingers inside and hearing her long soft cry, you decided to tease her other hole with your other hand, slightly brushing with your thumb to see if she was ok with it.

Chaewon was a little surprised at the feeling but didn’t reject it as she pushed closer to your hands, enjoying the stimulations. Therefore, you decided to add your mouth to the game, teasing her asshole with the tip of your tongue.

“A-Ahh, y/n…” you heard her moan. You looked up, to make sure she was ok “more, please…”

Oh. Oh.

“Whatever you say, princess” you answered with a soft giggle before going back to your job. Your fingers moved at a decent pace, following your tongue as you ate the girl out. The sweet sounds coming out of her, slowly become more desperate, multiple “more”, “faster, please” only motivated you to keep going until your roughness had her grabbing the seat hard to steady herself.

“Fuck, y/n, so good, please…” she said in between loud whimpers. “Close..” you heard her say.

“Close? You wanna cum already, pretty girl?” You asked her, looking at her as she looked back, and receiving eager nods and soft pleads while she pouted “Aww you’re so cute, how to say no to you?” You cooed, her pretty eyes melting your heart. Picking up your pace, you fingered her fast and deep, your other hand now back to spanking her ass to then softly caress the zone, and your mouth now attached to her clit for more stimulation.

It didn’t take long for Chaewon to finish hard with a long loud moan, leaving her breathless. The sensation of her pussy tightening around your fingers and the taste of her orgasm leaving you addicted. After cleaning her up with your mouth (more for you than for her), you cleaned your own fingers. As the girl lied there for a bit, you were ready to just take care of her and take her home so she could rest if that’s what she needed.

But surprisingly, Chaewon had other plans.

“You’re so fucking good, you know?” She cutely giggled while slowly going back to your lap, hugging you by your shoulders. You smiled at her, your eyes almost looking like little crescents. “Ready to go home?” You asked her while passing your hands across her back. The girl looked confused “home? But, we’re not done yet though, are we?” She said while kissing your neck, her hands going to your zipper.

“I-I mean, I thought maybe you were tired already and just wanted me to take you home you know” you tried talking, but the way she moved on top of you and the little bites she was leaving on your skin were taking your breath away.

“What, you think I’m just a pillow princess?” She whispered in your ear, making you gulped. “Lay down for me baby, let me make you feel good too.” She said and didn’t have to repeat herself.

“Yes ma’am” you told her as you rested on the seat, your arms under your head. Chaewon quickly removed your pants and underwear, and put your shirt up so she could play with your chest.

“Hmm this is bothering me.” She said while taking your bra off without taking your shirt off too, just ‘cause she thought the view of you with your shirt up was hot. You were impressed at how fast she did that, but couldn’t process anything as her mouth went directly to play with your nipple.

“Holy fuck..” you sighed while receiving stimulation in such a sensitive zone for you. Chaewon switched from one nipple to the other, taking her sweet taking enjoying the feeling and taste of your tits in her mouth and hands. “They’re so fucking pretty” she whispered against your skin, leaving a soft bite in one of them that made you jump. Chaewon giggled at your reaction, and brought a finger to your mouth so you could do what she did earlier and make it wet. Her mouth continued her job while she looked up at you. After you made sure to lick it nice and wet, her hand traveled down your body, playing with your clit.

Soft groans and moans escaped your mouth as you fought to keep your eyes open, the sensation being too good, but so was the view of her sucking on your tits. You stroked her hair softly while she was there, but felt her go down your body too, leaving a trail of kisses everywhere. The anticipation turning you on more and more (if that was even possible).

Once the girl was between your legs, she left a slowly and long lick all over your pussy. “Fuuuck… Wonie..” you moaned at the contact. She did this a few more times, each time loving the reaction you had. “Please stop playing with me, please” you begged her and her smirk made you scared for a moment, thinking that maybe she was into torturing you like this.

“Aww but you have such cute reactions, baby” she cooed, and you decided you could play the same game as her. If she wanted cute.

“Please Wonie, please…” you asked her with the cutest pout you could do, almost looking like you were gonna cry. You saw her as she whispered a little “fuck..” and rolled her eyes, giving up.

“Fine, fine! Such an impatient one, aren’t we” she teased before finally giving you what you wanted, messily eating your pussy out. You squealed, while grabbing her hair to make sure she stayed right there. The way she looked up to you, pure lust in her eyes, was just extra stimulation for you. The feeling of her lips and tongue traveling all over your pussy, and the vibrations that her moans caused, they were building up your orgasm rather quick. You didn’t know if it was because of the alcohol you had earlier (even though you barely had any) or just how amazing chaewon was with her tongue, not slowing down even for a second to let you catch your breath.

“Your pussy tastes so good, y/n” she said while replacing her mouth with her finger on your clit for just a second.

“Oh my god, Wonie…” you moaned loudly.

“Mhm that’s it, keep saying my name baby” the girl said and you obeyed.

Her mouth attached to your cunt, reaching every sensitive spot making it hard to stay still. Your hands kept moving, from her hair, to your nails on her back, to even scratching your own chest because of how insanely good she was making you feel. The view she was getting only pushing her to eat you out more eagerly, moaning against your pussy and that just made everything feel even better if that was possible.

Coming in her mouth and she took it all so well her eyes were rolling ‘cause god didn’t you taste amazing. Seeing you lying down on that backseat, trying to catch your breath just made her want you more and more. She needed to have you all night and that was her plan.

“Hey, should we maybe you know, take this to my place?” She asked, looking at you with those sparkling eyes and how could you say no to chaewon? When you wanted her just as much?

Such a cold night in Seoul, but neither of you felt anything else than the warmth of each other’s bodies as you learn every centimeter of that beautiful girl. And the fact that your ex and your best friend were probably in the same situation? Didn’t cross your mind once.

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blqstar · 3 months ago

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Can u do jealous shoto nsfw? but if ur not comfortable with that u can js do fluff I dont mindddd‼️

-> oh yes ofc! a btc been waitin fa this one 😝 sorry for the late reply, baby. school really been kicking ts outta my ass so i been a lil busy 😟 plus my chromebook literally stopped working so i haven’t been able to write yall �� BUT a promise is a promise! i hope you enjoy this my love 💗

As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling city streets, you and your boyfriend strolled hand-in-hand, your hearts filled with the giddy excitement of new love. You both had only started dating a few years ago, but the honeymoon phase was still in full swing. Every moment together felt like a whirlwind of passion and discovery.

You two decided to take a break from your usual routine and visit a quaint café nestled in the heart of the city. Its cozy atmosphere and soft jazz music provided the perfect backdrop for an intimate conversation. As you settled into a corner booth, you noticed a familiar face across the room. It was an old friend from high school, someone you hadn't seen in years.

"Hey, is that my friend?" You exclaimed, your eyes lighting up with recognition.

Todoroki, with his stoic demeanor, followed your gaze. His heterochromic eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the man. Your friend was tall and charming, with a playful smile that could light up any room.

"Yeah, I geuss so," Todoroki replied, his voice calm and composed. "You two know each other?"

You couldn't contain your excitement as you reminisced about the good old days. "Oh, we go way back! We were close friends in school. I haven't seen him in ages!"

Todoroki's expression remained neutral, but a hint of possessiveness crept into his voice. "I see. And what brings him here?"

Before you could respond, your friend had already spotted you and was making his way over with a broad grin. "Well, well, if it isn't my long-lost friend! You look even more stunning than I remember!"

You blushed at the compliment, feeling a rush of nostalgia. The two friends embraced warmly, laughing as they caught up on the years that had passed. Todoroki, ever the composed gentleman, sat back and observed the reunion.

As the conversation flowed, you and your companion reminisced about old times, shared jokes, and laughed uncontrollably. Todoroki's gaze grew more intense, his jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. He wasn’t used to sharing your attention, especially with a man as charismatic as him.

"So, what brings you two lovebirds out today?" he asked, his eyes darting between you and Todoroki.

You giggled, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Just a casual date. We're enjoying the city and each other's company."

He winked playfully. "Ah, the honeymoon phase. Enjoy it while it lasts. But remember, variety is the spice of life!"

Todoroki's jaw clenched ever so slightly at the suggestion, his stoicism momentarily slipping. "We're quite content with our arrangement, thank you."

You sensed the tension between the two men and decided to steer the conversation in a different direction. "So, what have you been up to all these years? Last I heard, you were traveling the world."

As the café buzzed with laughter and chatter, Todoroki's jealousy simmered like a pot about to boil over. He watched as you and your old pal engaged in playful banter, your laughter filling the air. The sight of your joy with another man ignited a fire within him—a possessive desire to remind you that you were his and his alone.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before you knew it, hours had passed. You and him exchanged contact information, promising to catch up more often. As your friend bid his farewells, Todoroki stood, his tall frame exuding an air of silent authority.

"Let's head home, my love," he said, his voice a low, husky whisper. "I think a punishment is in order."

You, intrigued by his sudden intensity, followed Todoroki out of the café, your heart racing with anticipation. The walk back to your shared apartment was filled with unspoken tension, the air crackling with electricity.

Upon entering your cozy sanctuary, he wasted no time. He pulled you close, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss, demanding and possessive. You melted into his embrace, your body responding to his unspoken claim.

"You are mine," he growled against your mouth, his breath hot on your skin. "And I intend to remind you of that fact."

His hands roamed freely, exploring your curves with a sense of urgency. He traced the outline of your breasts through your dress, his thumbs grazing your hardening nipples. You moaned into his mouth, your body yearning for more.

Todoroki's fingers deftly unbuttoned your dress, revealing your luscious curves. His eyes darkened with desire as he feasted upon your beauty. He pushed the dress off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet, leaving you standing before him in nothing but your lingerie.

"So beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "But I want all of you."

He guided you towards the bedroom, his hands never leaving your body. As you reached the bed, Todoroki pushed you gently onto the soft sheets, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Spread your legs for me," he commanded, his voice low and raspy.

You complied, your heart pounding with anticipation. His gaze fixed on your exposed pussy, wet and glistening with desire. He knelt between your thighs, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.

"I'm going to show you who you belong to," he murmured, his fingers tracing your folds, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

Todoroki's skilled fingers danced over your clit, teasing and tantalizing. He slid two fingers inside your dripping wetness, curling them to find your sweet spot. You arched your back, pushing against his hand, pleading for more.

"Please, Sho," you begged, your voice breathless. "I need more."

With deliberate slowness, he added a third finger, stretching you, filling you with a delicious fullness. His thumb continued to work your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice a mix of pleasure and dominance. "Feeling my fingers deep inside you, claiming what's mine."

You could barely form a coherent response, your body trembling on the edge of release. "Yes, yes, I do," you managed to whisper.

Todoroki's fingers quickened their pace, his thumb applying firm pressure to your clit. Your body tightened, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.

"Cum for me, my love," he urged, his breath hot on your neck. "Let me feel you come around my fingers."

His words were like a trigger, sending you over the edge. Your back arched off the bed as a powerful orgasm ripped through you. You cried out, your body trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Todoroki didn't stop, continuing to fuck you with his fingers as your orgasm subsided. He wanted to prolong your pleasure, to imprint the memory of his possession deep within you.

As your body calmed, Todoroki withdrew his fingers, leaving you breathless and satisfied. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes smoldering with desire.

"Now, it's my turn," he said, his voice filled with hunger.

He stripped off his clothes, revealing his chiseled physique. His cock, hard and throbbing, stood erect, ready to claim you once more.

"I want to feel you around me," he growled, positioning himself at your entrance.

You eagerly spread your legs, inviting him in. Todoroki thrust forward, filling you with one smooth motion. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

"Yes, take me," you moaned, your nails digging into his back. "Fuck me, Sho!."

He complied, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each stroke hitting your sweet spot. His hands gripped your hips, guiding him deeper with each thrust. Your bodies glistened with sweat, the scent of sex filling the air.

At this point, he didn’t care about the events that happened beforehand. You felt too fuckin’ unreal. "You feel so fucking good," he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. "Tight and warm around me."

You matched his rhythm, your body moving in sync with his. The pleasure built, intensifying with every stroke. Todoroki's cock, slick with your juices, slid effortlessly in and out, driving you both closer to the brink.

"I'm close," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. "I want to cum with you."

Todoroki's eyes flashed with determination. "Together, my love. Cum with me."

He quickened his pace, his body tensing as he neared his release. You felt his cock swell inside you, and with a few final, powerful thrusts, he came, filling you with his hot cum. The sensation sent you over the edge, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm, milking every last drop from his throbbing shaft.

You lay entwined, your hearts racing and your bodies glistening with sweat. Todoroki's punishment was fulfilled, and you were left in no doubt as to whom you belonged to.

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wordmade · 1 month ago

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TOO INTO YOU

You’ve been dating around since you got into town, trying to settle into your new PR job. The work has taken its toll, but you tell yourself you can’t complain. Admitting that you feel lonely or sad would mean the job isn’t worth it. So, you’ve thrown yourself into distractions, parties, casual dating, anything to fill the quiet. A lot of it, really. But here’s the thing: you haven’t actually been on a real date. You just don’t feel the desire.

You exchange texts and share a few memes now and then, but nothing that makes you crave someone’s presence. Deep down, you suspected the issue lay with you. It’s not that the city lacks interesting or handsome men. It’s you (your trust issues), your impossibly high standards and even the standards you admit might be unrealistic.

Still, you miss the spark.

You’re a modern woman, independent and self-assured, but you long for someone who makes you want to go the extra mile. Someone kind. Gentle. Easygoing and fun, but not in a reckless way. You want to laugh and feel safe at the same time. Someone who takes care of you, not because you need it, but because they want to. But finding all that in one person? That felt impossible.

And then there’s David. The star of this recent horror movie. You two met during one of the cast’s happy hours. Your job involved preparing the team for interviews, providing guidance on what to say, what to avoid, and how to handle tricky questions. It’s demanding work, but you love it.

For months, you’ve been working closely with the cast, earning their trust and respect. It wasn’t easy at first (actors often come with egos) but your calm professionalism and keen insights quickly won them over. Your tips saved them from embarrassing moments countless times, and David, in particular, seemed to appreciate your efforts more than anyone else.

David was… different. At first glance, he’s just another handsome leading man, tall, broad-shouldered, with piercing eyes and an easy smile that could disarm even the harshest critic. But then you hear his voice, which stops you in your tracks. It’s unique, almost chameleonic. The type of voice that was stretched and shaped into every character he ever played.

It’s warm and engaging during interviews, and every word is carefully measured to draw people in. On set, it’s steady and firm. When he talks to you, it’s softer, more intimate. You loved how he could read a room and instantly change his tone.

Despite his charm and status, David was refreshingly down-to-earth. Actually, he was like a child trapped in an adult’s body (excitable, endlessly curious, and brimming with energy).

He’s also fiercely dedicated to his work, enduring grueling shooting schedules and long interviews without complaint. “I love this,” he’d say, brushing off your concern after yet another 12-hour day.

But there were moments when his exhaustion showed, like the time you caught him chugging an energy drink during a break. “That’s not sustainable,” you’d teased, and he’d laughed, as you rattled off tips for better sleep routines. He followed them religiously after that, often thanking you for “saving his mind.”

Your friendship grew in these small, simple moments. While David was popular among the crew, always the life of the party, he seemed to gravitate toward you when things slowed down.

You loved this. Because you had been gravitating him as well, but in a much more careful way.

With you, the conversations were more profound and more deliberate. He’d ask about your work, your aspirations, your thoughts on life. It was clear he valued your opinion, often seeking your guidance not just for interviews but for personal matters, too. You began to notice the way his gaze lingered a little longer when you spoke, the way he always seemed to find a reason to be near you. And yet, you convinced yourself it was all in your head. After all, David saw you as a younger sister, someone to look out for… didn’t he?

At some point, David had started seeing you differently. He’d always mentioned how he admired your dedication and how seamlessly you balanced professionalism with genuine kindness. The cast adored you, and he couldn’t ignore how many of the men on set seemed to find excuses to talk to you. But they were invisible when David was around.

Then came the night at the club. The team had gathered to celebrate the end of filming, and everyone was in high spirits.

You were enjoying yourself until an obnoxious guy decided to ruin your night. He ignored David’s presence entirely, throwing out crude remarks and invading your personal space. Before you could react, David stepped in, his usually calm demeanor replaced by something sharp. The guy backed off quickly, sensing the storm brewing in David’s fierce gaze.

Later, David insisted on driving you home. As you sat in his car, the adrenaline from earlier wore off, leaving you drained. “It must be awful to go through this on a daily basis,” he said, his voice low and tinged with guilt.

“You get used to it,” you replied, though the words felt hollow.

“You really don’t deserve this,” he said, glancing at you briefly before fixing his eyes on the road.

“And what do I deserve?” you sighed.

David was silent for a moment, clearly absorbing your words. “Sorry,” he said finally.

“Don’t be,” you replied softly as the car pulled up outside your building.

You stepped out and waved, thinking that was the end of the night. But as you fumbled with your keys, you heard footsteps behind you.

An awful thought crossed your mind, but when you turned around, you heart melted.

It was David. Still in a messy suit from before. He had put his glasses on. His hands in his pockets.

The relief you felt was embarrassing. It was problematic how this man could make you feel everything would be right.

“David? What’s wrong?” you asked, worried something had happened.

“Can I answer your question?” he said, his voice firm but laced with emotion. “You’re the type of woman a man should work hard to deserve. You care about people, for real. You go out of your way to make others comfortable. You work hard to prove yourself, and you’re good. Not just at your job but also as a person. You’re not just worried about looking good, you want to be good.”

His words hit you like a wave. You’d never seen David like this, his voice rising with his usual calm replaced by something raw and almost angry. “You deserve someone who recognizes your value. Someone who will defend you from jerks, make you laugh, but more importantly, never make you feel like you are the problem.”

You stared at him, utterly speechless. The funny thing is.. you thought the same about him. He got closer to you, his wooden perfume touching your nose.

David exhaled deeply, his broad shoulders rising and falling as if trying to steady himself. He ran a hand through his silver hair, a telltale sign of his frustration.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, his gray green eyes stuck in yours. His voice lost to find the correct register.

“I can’t pretend I didn’t care more about you than I cared about myself tonight,” he continued, his words cutting through the silence of the night.

“I fought so hard to get where I am, and to think I was willing to risk everything just to make sure that guy never looked at you again…” He paused. His whole body was tense.

“I can’t go home because I know I won’t sleep,” he admitted, his tone softening as he looked away briefly as if the admission embarrassed him. “I’ll keep replaying tonight in my head, over and over, thinking of all the ways I could have protected you better.”

There was a strange dissonance in seeing David like this. The man who could make a room burst into laughter, who always had a light-hearted comment or a joke to share, now stood before you, stripped of his usual charm, revealing a side of him you hadn’t expected, intense, protective and deeply affected.

“David…” you began, but your voice faltered. Your confidence is breaking at the realization of your effect on him. This was scary. It was a big deal.

“I will never let this happen again,” he said, his eyes locking onto yours as he took a step closer. There was no hesitation, no ambiguity in his gestures “Give me the chance to prove it.”

Your heart raced, each beat echoing in your ears. You’d never allowed yourself to imagine this, to think that David, the man who you thought saw you as a colleague, a friend, or even a little sister, could harbor feelings like this. But the intensity in his eyes left no room for doubt.

“Do you see me?” you asked, fearful of asking the whole question. Did he see you as a woman, someone he could honestly care for in the way you secretly hoped?

“Yes,” he said, his response was immediate. “I see you that way. Do you think we could ever…?” His voice still in a little off-key tone.

“Yes,” you replied instantly, the word tumbling out before you could second-guess yourself.

For the first time, you allowed your heart to hope, to believe. This wasn’t a fleeting moment or a casual crush. This was real. David wasn’t a boy fumbling with emotions; he was a man, the kind who knew what he wanted and wasn’t afraid to fight for it.

The realization hit you like a wave. David wasn’t just what you wanted; he was what you needed. A man who would stand beside you, defend you, and never let you question your worth.

You were surprised by how right this felt. As David stepped closer, your heart raced, his tall figure over you.

This was the start of something big, and for the first time, you were ready to fall in love.

#fanfic #romance #amreading #david howard thornton #art the clown #Spotify

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yeosbbm · 1 year ago

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Cowabunga

Smut | MDNI

starring: surfer! yunho x lifeguard! fem reader

genre: mutuals to lovers, perfect match

summary: being a lifeguard is fun since you get paid just to keep the peace and keep people from drowning. it does get boring however…that’s until you saved yunho from drowning while surfing and he repays you back with a small date and more...

warnings: size kink, sweet/dirty talk, indirect exhibitionism (you don’t get caught/nobody around), oral (fem+masc received), fingering, unprotected piv

A/n: This shit took forever to write so if it flops then oh well I’ll just delete it allah please.

The sun is beaming and the cobalt ocean sways and rolls into itself. Today was a good day to be a lifeguard. A lovely view paired with rarely having to get down from your chair tower.

The most you have to do is yell “No trash thrown into the sand please!” Or “No fighting!” every now and again. A person hasn’t had trouble in the water except for once or twice.

It’s a calm low effort job. BUT, you really do wish it was more exciting, there’s only so many sunsets you can watch and shaved icees you can eat.

During your silent contemplation you feel someone knock and bump your lifeguard tower. While getting ready to curse you notice it was just Mingi and the others.

“Hey ! (y/n) .” Mingi says while lightly knocking on your tower. “Min. PLEASE. Stop knocking the tower.” You say pinching the bridge of your nose.

“We told him not to.” Wooyoung and San say in unison.

“You dropped your whistle by the way.” Seonghwa chimes.

You sigh while coming down from your tower. You look around for the “dropped whistle” but still don’t see it in the sand. “Where’s the whistle.” Mingi points and shows it was still around your neck.

“We just wanted you to come down since you haven’t left the tower all day.” Mingi chuckles. You want to be mad but you were a bit hungry and aforementioned bored out of your mind.

“The Tiki Cafe ?” You ask squinting from the sun’s brightness.

Mingi nods “Yeaa Tiki Cafe, gotta meet with Yunho anyway.”

You all head over to it. It’s a small cafe most people at the beach or locals go to. You all order your usuals and begin to talk and eat.

In the midst of a conversation Mingi looks over at the door and smiles. “YUNHO !! Over here !” He whisper shouts. Yunho walks over to the table and leans over onto it with his board.

He greets the other guys and nods his head at you. Yunho is Mingi’s closest friend as well as a known surfer. Him and Mingi surf together all the time. You two have spoken before and follow each others instas but your convos stay short and casual.

You can’t lie. This man is beautiful. His tall toned body paired with his perfectly set face, the cheesy smile and sweet boyish charm. You most definitely found him attractive.

You bring yourself out your staring when you notice a large crack running down Yunhos surfboard. “Wait what happened to your board.”

“Yikes man, what DID happen.” Mingi says grasping the nose of the board to ogle at the crack.

Yunho looks down at it and gives a shy smile. Gosh he’s handsome. “Dropped it on the asphalt. It should be fine..I’m still heading to catch the big wave today.”

“Really ? You sure your board will be able to stay up ?” You’re not exactly a surfer yourself but you know that cracks can be detrimental.

Mingi’s eyes widen at the news of the big wave. “Bro the waves about to come in 10, let’s go catch it !” You roll your eyes and ask for a to go box. Yunho pats your shoulder. “No need to worry, I can always swim if I get wiped out.” He gives you a playful wink before heading out with the guys.

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You guys return to the beach. You pull out your to-go box and munch on your leftovers while watching the beach goers and occasionally watching the guys and their antics.

Yunho stops by your tower with his board. “Hey do you got any board wax ?” You usually have some but Mingi used up the last bit. “Sorry I’m all out” Yunho was staring at you as though he didn’t care.

“It’s ok, by the way there’s sauce on your shirt.” You look down and see the grease spot that you couldn’t see due to your lifeguard swimsuits’s red hue. “God. Thanks Yunho.”

“Don’t worry you still look good..I mean you always look pretty.”

“Oh..thank you, again.” You practically shrink into yourself after the compliment. Yunho fondly stares “I was wondering if..”

“ YUNHOOO THE WAVES HERE.” Yunho quickly turns before grabbing his board. He turns back to you looking torn between the wave and the convo. “Talk to you later ?” “No worries just tell me when you’re done.” He smiles and rushes over to the guys getting ready in the water.

Time passes and you see the guys close by splashing water on each other. However, you realize Yunho isn’t there ? Your intuition screams for you to look farther with your binoculars.

You see him riding a large wave. Focused and concentrated. But. You noticed where the crack in his board was began to split, and soon Yunho gets engulfed into the water. When you see him not come back to the surface you know somethings wrong.

You get off the tower and run down into the shore. You tell Mingi to come with you to help Yunho.

After swimming over and a draw boat comes, Yunho is finally safe. You, Mingi and Yunho go to the nearby clinic to ensure he’s fully ok. You waited in the waiting room while Mingi was inside with Yunho. Finally, Mingi comes out.

“Hey is Yunho ok did they- ?”

“He thinks you’re cute.” Mingi shrugs and takes his phone out.

You can feel the heat fill your face from the random info. “I didn’t ask that, but thanks ? Is he ok though.” You’re sure he is from Mingi’s calmness but still need the verbal assurance.

“Yea he’s perfectly fine, waves just knocked the wind out of him.” Mingi’s demeanor is unphased..which is a switch from how scared and worried he was initially, it seems like he’s even smirking from your concern.

“That’s good..thank god.” Relief washes over you but you can still see Mingi’s smirk.

“So when are you telling him you like him.” He says still typing away on his phone.

“What,,your bestfriend just almost drowned why are you asking silly shit.”

“My bestfriend is completely fine and I’ll let him know to text you.”

“What.”

Mingi starts to walk back into the room Yunhos in. “Just let him take you out.” He closes the door, and now you’re just sat there speechless.

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“Meet me at the shaved ice shop at 8 ?”

That’s the text Yunho sent a week after the surfing incident. You already know Mingi told him to text you. You’re whirling in a mixture of nervousness and embarrassment.

You sit at a stool in the icee shop checking your phone trying to keep yourself occupied. Then you see him. In a plain black tee and grey jeans..outside of his typical swim short and sandals attire.

You both begin to talk. You expected an awkward conversation considering how you two were aware of one another but not close..however, you two meshed so well ? Finishing each others thoughts and falling into each others jokes with no hesitation. Such a smooth and clean interaction.

“I just wanted to thank you..the guys would’ve never knew I was in trouble if it wasn’t for you.”

“No need to thank me..it’s my job, but like literally.” Yunho let’s out a breathy laugh at your words, covering his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Hey shop closes up in 5, time to head out.” The shop manager tells you while gesturing at the door. You both head out and walk over to Yunho’s car.

He stops you with a hand on your shoulder. “I have my swim trunks and a blanket so we could swim and hang out if you’re not ready to go home.”

“Do you always keep a blanket in your car ?” You laugh.

“No no but, I really did want to spend time with you alone…we can leave now if you want…” Yunho looks away, running his hand through his hair.

“It’s ok…come on let’s go.” You reach your hand out to Yunho, fingers interlocked you two walk to the lower part of the beach. You take off your clothes..your swimsuit being underneath.

“Do you always keep a swimsuit under your clothes.” Yunho playfully mocks. You roll your eyes trying to hide your amusement.

You both swam together. Splashing water alongside of Yunho trying to teach you some swimming tricks he learned for if he wiped out on his board. The moonlight and stars leave bright streaks in the ocean swallowed by the night.

Soon you both get tired and return to the higher part of the beach while Yunho lays out the blanket. You both started sitting away from each other, talking more and finishing things discussed in the shop. Slowly it became you and Yunho laying side by side, hands brushing against each other.

“Hey..” he tilts your head to look at him. “Yes…” He looks into your eyes and looks away before returning them back. “I know we don’t talk but..I think I really like you.”

You stare, heart pumping harder at his words. He bites his lip in regret “I know that was too random, sorry I’ll take you home.”

“…Yunho don’t…I like you too..” You’re both facing each other, close enough to wear you feel each others breaths.

“You do….”

“I do.”

In seconds Yunho’s lips were on yours. His kisses were slow and methodical, his hand cupping your cheek while the free hand was set on your hip. Soon his tongue was brought into it, slowly whirling with yours.

Now..you knew what you were about to do was bold. But you couldn’t help it. You got on top of Yunho, hands sliding down his bare torso on his damp skin. This kiss continues and you feel him bring his hands to your hips.

You begin to grind down, not as fast or steady as you wanted due to nervousness. Yunho understands though, and ground you into him for you. The kiss finally breaks and you take a breath..the reality of it all hits you and you hide your face away in an attempt not to be consumed by his gaze.

Yunho can’t help but to want to see and relish in your shyness and glassy eyes. He puts his fingers to your chin, making you look at him.

“Getting shy on me ?” He says stroking your chin. He brings the hand back down onto your hip and continues to grind you two together. You can feel his bulge, the sensation intense from the thinness of your swimwear bottoms.

After mustering enough courage you reach down his swim trunk’s waistband.

“Can I...” Yunho is reeling at the fact you can’t even look him in the eye. “Go ahead baby..” Yunho nods and watches you go further down his torso. You pull the shorts down and there it was. His cock springs up, unbearably hard and oozing precum.

You lightly pump him in your hand and he winces in pleasure. After bringing your confidence up you bring your lips to the tip of his cock and suck. Yunho’s head is thrown back, lips parted. You begin bobbing your head up and down, struggling to take it all in your mouth. Yunho’s ok with that though…he actually finds it cute.

“Fuck…you’re doing so good for me.”

He gather your hair in his hand and helps you make your way up and down his cock. You peer up at him seeing him with a face of content while also taking airy breaths. You feel him twitch in your mouth. That’s when he pulls you away.

“You’ve helped me too much, I need to return the favor…” Yunho swiftly lays you back and pulls off your swim bottoms.

Such a view for him. Your skin moistened by the remaining sea water sitting on it, body unveiled to him..breast peaking from your swim top due to it being disheveled from all the movement. He opens your legs, another lovely view..your heat is sopping wet. He groans from the sight alone.

He pulls your swim top off, it was barely hanging on anyway. Parting your legs, he leans down and places kisses across your inner thighs. Then begins nipping and sucking at the skin. Your hips begin to stutter up from anticipation.

“Mm someone’s getting impatient hm ?” Yunho lightly swipes his thumb across your clit leading you to sigh.

“ ‘need your mouth on me…”. Your face is beyond warm and hot…being so exposed has you losing your mind but in a way…gives you more sexual gratification.

He takes his thumb away and begins licking and nipping at your clit. Fingers making their way into your hole, curling in a “come here” motion. You find solace by grabbing his hair, gently pulling which makes him take it farther.

He laps at your cunt. Sucking at your clit while speedily fucking you with his index and middle finger. The alarming pace with his fingers easing more of your arousal out. “..Yunho..more, please fuck..” He takes his fingers away and starts making out with your cunt. You’re bucking into his face while his tongue takes you apart.

“Cum on my face for me ” You’re done for. His tongue finds the perfect rhythm flicking against your clit. Then he places open mouthed kisses on your cunt.

You cum all over his face and he licks up as much of your essence as he can. He comes back to your face and kiss you; tasting yourself and his lip balm. “We can stop now if you want…” he whispers kissing down your neck, his cock hard against you.

You shake your head no. “Inside..I need you inside..” Yunho loses it at the confirmation. He opens your legs up for him and kisses you while bringing his cock into you. He presses all his weight onto you while slowly thrusting his cock into your soaking core. You’re filled to the hilt..his cock stretching you while his tip thumps against your gspot.

It’s all so intoxicating. The scent of the cool beach and him mixing with your own scent. Combined with the wetness shared between your bodies and the sensation of his cock stuffing you full over and over again.

Your senses are overloaded. All your pussy can do is clench around his cock. Yunho is just as fucked out..feelings your plush walls tighten around him.

“Fuck. Almost everyday..” His hips meet yours in a harsher fashion. “Almost everyday I see you…in that swimsuit.” The drags of his cock are becoming heavier and heavier. “And I just think about having you all to myself..pull the swimsuit off you and fucking you…just like this.”

Yunho takes notice of how your cunt sucks him in with his words. “I bet you knew…I bet you wanted the same..” He slams into your cunt with the punctuation. “So fucking good.” Your moans are loud. Praying nobody is taking a late night visit to the beach because they’d know exactly what you were doing. You naturally quiet yourself by biting your lip.

Yunho stops your silence by snapping his hips faster while kissing you. He holds your face in his large hand while he fucks into you harshly. He pulls his lips away, his sighs and groans in unison with your moans and whines. “Who cares if someone hears..I need to hear you.”

His thrusts become sloppy and lose their tempo. He’s just as close as you are. “You gonna cum on my cock for me ?” Only moans of affirmation can be vocalized. After his tip hits the right spot a few more times you cum on it. Your arousal covering his cock and lower abdomen.

His thrust falter. He pulls out but his tip is still pressed onto your cunt’s bud and he cums all over your pussy. You can feel his warm seed run down your folds.

You both fully collapse onto the blanket. The air is filled with sex and the humidity from the weather. You can hear the ocean sway and Yunho’s breaths. Above you the still moon and stars. Your eyes begin to lull before Yunho rises and picks you up off the blanket.

He takes you both to the mini showers used for washing sand off and cleans you both up. You both put your clothes on, him helping you put on yours while asking if you’re ok and whispering affirmations.

Soon you both head back to his car and begin to ride along the beachside. His hand occasionally resting on your thigh during the ride. Soon you both finally arrive to your home to drop you off.

“Are you on beach duty tomorrow.” He asks drawing shapes into your hand with his fingers.

“I shouldn’t be.” You begin holding his hand, rubbing your thumb against his.

“Meet me at the shaved ice shop again ?”

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neverlookatthisblog · 5 months ago

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Bad for business

A/n: I was very inspired hope you enjoyed this let me know what you think I haven’t wrote anything smut related in a while so I was very excited to write this 🥴🥴

GIF from @harlowgifs

Smut

Scalvo x reader the instigators

Life in Boston wasn’t how you expected it to be when you planned to move there with a couple of friends just for a few years later not to even be in touch with them anymore

With your Family back in Chicago you had no one yes you could always go back home but you knew you had to make a life of your own now

You were a successful lawyer working on cases sleepless nights Ironically enough this is how you met Scalvo you’re off and on boyfriend

“I’ve got another case for you” Amanda said handing you the file yawning taking the file ‘Another one’ you thought it never ends with your job you reading the file you wanted to know more about him who he was

“Scalvo” you asked Amanda

“Yup I heard he’s a tough one” she said

“Great” but it only made you more curious about him

You’ve worked for lots of people,Scalvo was different to you in your eyes you loved the way he looked at you even though it felt like he hated everything and everyone

To say the least you were stressed

Turns out Scalvo got himself into some trouble beating up some guy and needed a lawyer and it happened to be you,you took the case

“Why why why” you said to yourself as you made your way inside the building

You approached a tall man sitting down with fluffy hair,jacket,with a hat

“Are u Scalvo??” you asked holding his folder

“Yea let’s just get this over with “ he said getting up

“Hold on wait you can’t just get this over with this takes time especially after what u did” I said making him raise his eyebrow

He groaned sitting back down

“So tell me how you go yourself in this situation” I said taking out my note pad

“Are you really about to write this down” he snickered

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I’m serious about my job” you said

“Fine” he said

You ended winning case got him out of that shit hole you guys started talking getting to know each other he wasn’t someone you’d date usually it was date nights for you but with Scalvo it was joining him on robberies and much more……

•••

(Present day)

You had the day off spending time at home you made yourself comfortable on the couch seeking into the cushion but that didn’t last it wasn’t for long until Scalvo busted through the doors straddling you

“Hey we need to talk” he said

“Talk about???”

“I know you don’t like this next heist but I have to do it there’s money involved” he said you shook your head

He hurried around the house grabbing his bag

“No… scalvo you’re not doing that” you said eagerly following Scalvo around the house as he gathers things in his bag him doing this kind of stuff was normal to you even when it shouldn’t be

“Are you fucking serious scalvo” you said

You knew he was bad for you but that’s what made it exciting for you loving the thrill and you loved him you knew it wasn’t safe being with someone like Scalvo but you couldn’t resist it

“Y/n please just shut the fuck up I have to do this I made a promise !!!”he said continuing to put stuff in the bag

“No..,Promise to who??? I’m not letting you do this! And if you walk out that door that’s it” you said stopping him he gave you a glare dropping his bag

“The fuck did you just say” he said backing you up until your back hit the wall

“You heard me I said we’re fucking done I’m tired of your shit” you said

“You don’t mean that….” he said making eye contact with you

“Yes I do I’m tired of your shit we’re done” you said pushing him but he wouldn’t move

“And I want you to be done with me too scalvo I’m seri-“before you could say anything he crashed his lips onto yours fighting it you eventually gave in pulling away

“Well I’m not” he said before He picks you up eagerly entering your shared bedroom throwing you on the bed kissing your neck his hands made its way to your button up shirt roughly ripping it

“Scal” you said

“Shut the fuck up” he said kissing your lips his right hand roaming your body until it made its way inside your pants his fingers lightly rubbing circles around your clit

“If you meant that then you wouldn’t be letting me do this to you” he said

“Oh my god” you moaned gripping on to his arm gasping as he continued his movements

“Right??? But your not shit talking now are you?” He said you moaned as he continued on with his movements

“Answer me” lightly chocking you feeling two of his fingers push in and out of you

But you knew you couldn’t You could barely answer mumbling words

He kissed you knowing that you were on edge

You kissed him harshly gripping his tightly

“I can’t….im gonna-“ you cut off by his movements as his fingers repeatedly pushed against your spot

“I know”he said kissing you until you came

Slipping his hands out your pants licking his fingers he hummed as he sucked them clean

“You taste good” he said

“ I’ll be back” he said making his way to the bathroom

He finally came back you wasted no time flipping him over now on top of him you kissed him your hands roamed his around his body but before you could continue he stopped you for a second looking into your eyes you smiled at him

“I know you don’t want me to do this but….”

“Yeah but what??” You said your smiled faded getting off of him

“I’m sorry y/n but I have to do this” he said turning to you both laying on your side

“I knew you would still do it anyways”you rolled your eyes

“Well what did you expect”

“I expected you to not go through with it” you said

“What you thought just because you said we might be done that was gonna scare me” he snickered

“I’m not bluffing scalvo If you do this….” you said shaking your head

“I’m doing this whether you like it or not” he said looking at you

you knew you couldn’t trust him because no matter what you said or did he would’ve did what he wanted to do anyways

that’s just the part that hurt the most was knowing that he may not come back…

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jackharlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow smut

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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years ago

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He Gives Me Everything and Tenderly…

Pairing: detective!bottom Bucky Barnes x younger!top male reader (Sarge and Officer Beefcake, NLLYL AU)

Words: ~5k

Summary; Bucky is just fine on his own. He really is. He’s used to it. Even after meeting you and thinking about you a whole bunch, he’s still fine. And he does not appreciate his friends’ meddling.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (mentions of male masturbation, salad tossing, protected anal sex, spit as lube and lube as lube, kinda public sex), meet cute, reverse age gap, tall/beefy male reader, bottom!Bucky Barnes, Bucky is grumpy, hints of angst, love at first sight? lots of friendly teasing, m/m relationship, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Welp, this was something I wrote entirely in one sitting and I can’t say I’m mad about it at all. This is my first ever male reader fic and I am both incredibly nervous and very excited to share it with all of you! Big ass thanks to the absolutely amazing @howdoyousleep3 for hyping me up and providing some much appreciated perspectives (remember lube, people!)

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Bucky was exhausted. A long ass shift at the end of a long ass week and he was done, looking forward to going home and drinking a cold beer on his couch while he didn’t talk to anyone for a whole 48 hours. God, he hated people.

Except Darcy, and the cute little peach. Even though he wanted to get the fuck out of there he still stopped by the dispatch desk to chat with his girls and let them cheer him up a little.

“Hey Sarge!” He shook his head when Darcy called him that, her stubborn insistence to call him by his military rank after however many years just one of the many things that endeared her to him. “You look like shit, you finally getting out of here? Maybe gonna see someone special tomorrow?”

“The only people he’ll be seeing are Sam Adams and Johnnie Walker, maybe James Bond… hey!” The peach gave him an adorable scowl when he threw a paper clip at her, rubbing her cheek where it had hit her and sticking her tongue out at him before turning her attention back to her screen. “Don’t act like I’m not right, I’m there every time you drunk dial Nat while you’re binge watching old movies and lamenting your lack of a love life.”

“Tell your girlfriend to quit putting me on speaker or I’m gonna call her ex to chat from now on.” Bucky grinned when she rolled her eyes at him, bringing his attention back to Darcy and sighing when she was giving him a sympathetic pout. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m fine. I like being alone.”

“You’re lying, but fine.” Darcy shrugged at him, grinning when there was a sudden commotion at the doors and a mess of recruits came charging through into the hallway after Sam. “Hi Sammy, boys! Ooh, hey there beefcake, you run laps around all those slugs on the course again?”

“Maybe.”

Bucky choked when you were standing next to him, trying not to ogle you swathed in those gray sweats and feeling like the world’s dirtiest old man all of a sudden. “They’re getting better, starting to catch up. You shouldn’t call them slugs, Darce.”

“Please, like Wilson hasn’t called them worse, you’re too nice.” Peachy girl grinned when she turned in her chair again and saw Bucky looking like his jaw was about to hit the floor. “Have you met Detective Barnes, beefy?”

“Haven’t had the pleasure.” Bucky took in your name with an almost hysterical laugh when you reached out and shook his hand, not entirely sure what had come over him as he felt his neck getting unbearably hot and struggled to come up with something to say. “Well, I’ve gotta hit the showers, always lovely talking to you ladies.”

“Bye!” Both of them were grinning wickedly at Bucky once you were gone, chuckling when he just spluttered nonsense and looked at the floor. “What the fuck was that, Bucky?”

“Shut up.” He was flabbergasted, he’d never felt such an unbelievable attraction to someone right off the bat, except, once. But he never thought about that. “It wasn’t anything.”

“Oh, nothing at all?” Darcy was still grinning when Bucky growled at her, shaking her head and leaning back in her chair while the peach kept laughing. “So you weren’t staring at his ass when he walked away?”

“Of course not.” It had only been a little bit, you were so fucking tall your ass was impossible to miss, and so high and tight and… no, nope. “What the hell kind of nickname is beefcake, anyway?”

“You saw him.” Peach was practically cackling at this point, the redness on Bucky’s face so entertaining she was considering taking a photo to send to Nat. “The man is grade A USDA prime meat, what would you like us to call him?”

“You’re a couple of pervs.” Bucky just scoffed and ignored them when they told him it takes one to know one, flipping them off over his shoulder and almost forgetting his bag when he stormed out of the precinct to start his much needed alone time. “Inappropriate, gonna talk to HR about you two!”

If it had just been the one interaction, Bucky probably could’ve handled it. Yeah, he had jerked himself off thinking about your broad shoulders and tiny waist and that masterpiece of an ass, but only once, okay three times. But it was just over the weekend, he’d forget about you eventually.

Except for the fact that suddenly he was seeing you everywhere. Every damn time he was in the precinct, there you were, smiling that slightly crooked smile and laughing and making every person light up when you walked through the room. And in the fucking sweats every time, it was like torture. Torture that was made worse by the fact that Darcy and peach were always grinning at him like they knew something he didn’t, and they had apparently told Sam whatever they supposedly knew, so now that man was basically parading you in front of Bucky’s desk every chance he got and making him talk to you and get to see how fucking charming you were. He hated it.

“I do, I love cats!” Sam was chatting with you right in front of Bucky’s desk again and he was plotting how he could get away with murdering the man. “Have a little ginger idiot at home who has maybe two braincells, but he’s my baby.”

“Wow, that’s adorable.” Bucky almost growled at Sam when he grinned at him. “Bucky has a kitty of his own, don’t you, Buck?”

“Yes.” Sometimes he even hated his friends, this was ridiculous.

“I love that, knew you were a cat person.” Bucky almost groaned when you placed your hand on the desk so close to his, looking up at you through his lashes and trying so hard not to melt into his chair when he saw you smiling at him. “What’s her name?”

“Alpine.” You smelled so unbelievably good, Bucky had an incredible urge to lean up and bury his face in your neck, but managed to just turn the photo of his cat around to show you instead. “She’s three.”

“She’s gorgeous.” You winked and Bucky almost swooned, there was something wrong with him. “Shit, I’ve gotta get out of here, got a birthday party to get to. It’s always real nice talking to you, Detective.”

“You too.” Bucky swallowed thickly and shook his head when you walked away, his scowl coming back immediately when he saw Sam looking like he just ate a damn canary as he smirked at him. “Shut up.”

“Didn’t say anything.” Sam chuckled when Bucky just hunched over his paperwork and tried to ignore him. “Buuuuut… hoo boy, you like him.”

“I do not.” Murder was the only answer to these affronts. “He’s too young.”

“Bullshit, is peach too young for Nat?” Sam snorted when Bucky just grumbled under his breath, rolling his eyes at the man’s stubbornness. “You like like him, you need to get over that massive hang up, Barnes, it’s holding you back!”

“Man, fuck you!” Bucky jumped when he realized that Sam wasn’t there anymore, so he was just yelling at the bullpen, every member of the team giving him looks of varying amusement before they bent back to their work. “Sorry.”

It was a legitimate hang up, especially when it came to you. Because you reminded Bucky of him.

Specifically of when he was young, when Bucky first realized he was in love and overlooked all of his flaws and just wanted to be wrapped up in him all the time in spite of the fact the man would only look at Bucky like his old friend who he could tell about every single disgusting conquest he made. And that meant you were dangerous. Bucky refused to do that to himself again, it had taken him too long to get over that malicious bastard, and nothing had hurt him more than the realization that he had wasted so much time loving someone who barely gave a fuck about him. He didn’t care how sincere and charming you seemed, he wasn’t going to fall for that same shit all over again.

But it didn’t stop any of his friends from dragging you in front of him at every opportunity, and even though he was polite and listened to you and answered all your questions, it didn’t stop him from snarling at them as soon as you were gone. He didn’t care what they thought he needed, he was fine.

He wasn’t lonely. He didn’t wake up grinding his hips into his mattress after dreaming of sharing his bed with you. He didn’t wonder what you would look like with soft morning light falling across your face while both of your cats jumped on you and Bucky made you breakfast. They all needed to worry about their own lives and quit fucking with his.

Which is why he should have been suspicious as hell when Nat and her little peach and Darcy insisted on taking him out for drinks on a Friday night. All of them together. At a dive bar that was typically just cops. Like they didn’t usually go uptown and dress up.

“Well, look at that, is that Sam?” Darcy bounced on her toes and waved when she spotted Sam with all of his recruits, her and peach squealing while Bucky shot Nat an exhausted look. “Gosh, I completely forgot they’re celebrating the academy graduation, what are the chances?”

“Shocking.” Bucky couldn’t stop growling when Nat just shrugged at him. “I can’t believe they dragged you into their scheming, Romanoff.”

“They’re young and excited, it’s cute.” Nat wrapped her arm around Bucky’s shoulders and started pulling him towards the group. “Besides, you deserve someone nice, and to spend the night with someone besides Alpine.”

“Alpine doesn’t take up that much room on the bed, and I like to spread out.” Bucky just resigned himself to having a miserable night, even when you gave him an easy smile once you laid eyes on him and waved eagerly. “And he might not be nice.”

“Buck, you won’t know unless you give him a chance.” Nat sighed as she rested her chin on her best friend’s shoulder, pinching his cheek and trying to get him to at least give her a grudging smile. “And you know how good my asshole radar is, I’m getting no pings from the beefcake.”

“Yeah, alright.” Bucky steeled himself when you started walking his way, feeling a little tight in his chest and watery in his eyes as he did his best to give you a smile. “Hi.”

“Hi Detective.” Your smile got even wider when Nat introduced herself, shaking her hand warmly then turning back to Bucky and crossing your arms over your massive chest. “Can I get you a beer?”

“I don’t…” Bucky caught himself when Nat looked at him expectantly and blew out a deep breath. “Yeah, a beer would be great.”

“Fantastic, for you too?” You winked at Nat when she nodded before hurrying off to get their drinks with an undeniable bounce in your step that Bucky found he enjoyed very much.

“Listen, Buck.” Nat gave you a very thorough look while you waited at the bar, wrapping her arms around her girl when she came to sit on her lap and Darcy sat across from them. “Even if it doesn’t last, you’re a special kind of idiot if you don’t at least have sex with that man.”

“Jesus Christ.” Bucky felt himself blush up to his ears when all of the women just nodded enthusiastically and started detailing what the two of you should do to each other. “You three are worse than frat boys, oh my god.”

“C’mon, sarge…” Darcy snapped her mouth shut when you came back with Bucky’s and Nat’s drinks, giving Bucky a meaningful look and making a little circle with her thumb and forefinger then pushing her opposite finger through it while your back was turned until Bucky felt like he was in fucking high school. “Hi beefcake!”

“Hi Darce!” You were sitting so close to Bucky he could smell you again, he had to start chugging his beer so he didn’t reach out to bury his fingers in your hair. “I’ve always wanted to ask, why does she call you ‘sarge’?”

“Oh, it was my rank when I was discharged.” Bucky couldn’t handle the way you were looking at him, like he was the most interesting thing in the room, he wanted to fall into your eyes and get lost. “From the army. Darcy’s sister served with me, so she knew me then and the nickname stuck.”

“I didn’t know you served, my dad was in the marines.” You could see Bucky starting to tense up and bless you, you backed off, keeping that easy smile on your face while you nudged his foot with yours. “It’s okay, that’s not something we have to talk about right now, tell me about Alpine, how’s the little lady doing?”

“She’s- she’s good.” Something about the way you instantly pivoted the conversation and didn��t make Bucky feel like an ass for almost clamming up had him relaxing pretty much instantly, grinning back at you and rolling his eyes a little playfully when he thought about his little furry troublemaker. “She’s a brat, but good. Almost gave me a heart attack last week when she somehow managed to climb up to the ceiling beams in my apartment.”

“Oh shit! Really?” You chuckled warmly when Bucky just nodded and took another sip of his beer, plucking at the edge of the label on your bottle and leaning forward a little so you could hear him better. “She get down on her own or did you have to get a ladder?”

“Well, after six hours of pleading and begging, I did finally manage to entice her with some tuna.” Bucky kept watching your face closely, the earnestness he was so wary of constant and never wavering while you listened to everything he said intently. “She’s too smart for her own good, I swear.”

“Fuck, I can’t decide if my situation is better or worse.” You laughed when Bucky scoffed, pushing at his shoulder and shaking your head when he looked at you with mock offense. “No, I love my boy, but he’s a dumbass of epic proportions. The most worrisome thing he’s ever done is get his whole head stuck in a mason jar. Theodore is an idiot.”

“Theodore?” Bucky was vaguely aware of movement next to him after he emptied his beer and set down the bottle, but he couldn’t stop watching your lips move. “That’s adorable.”

“Aw, yeah, my niece named him.” Your smile got even wider somehow and it was making Bucky melt, another bottle of beer appearing seemingly out of nowhere on the table and immediately finding its way to his lips. “It’s her favorite chipmunk.”

Cats. Talking about your fucking cats was apparently the kick in the ass Bucky needed to let almost all his concerns about having anything with you go, letting himself relax and be easy while you told him all these sweet, endearing little things about yourself. How much you loved your niece and how much of a star she was at figure skating. How good you were at baking and you didn’t care what he said, you were baking him a loaf of sourdough to prove it. How you played three different instruments and spoke two languages. You were too goddamn interesting.

And you managed to get him to talk about himself too. How close he was with his sister and mother and how much he loved seeing them as often as possible. How he secretly enjoyed knitting and always made sweaters for the family at Hanukkah but would kill you if you told anyone about his hobby. How he collected old records and could spend whole days just listening to music and drinking good whiskey.

Bucky was more than a little thrilled that you seemed to be hanging on his every word and scooting closer to him until you were right next to him and your shoulders were practically touching.

He had lost track of how many beers he’d consumed by the time people started dancing, but he knew it wasn’t too many as he was just very pleasantly buzzed and staring at your plump, kissable, pillowy lips and wondering what it would be like to suck on them.

“Hey, James.” Bucky had just told you his first name and for some reason the fact that was what you were choosing to call him was making him dizzy. “You wanna dance with me?”

“Oh, um…” Bucky chewed on his lip while he thought it over, he had two left feet when he was sober, and he also wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself if you put your hands on him. “I don’t know…”

“Hey, no pressure.” You winked like you did every time you said something disarming and Bucky decided that he loved that about you. “Just wanted to ask, but if all you want is to talk, that’s a-okay.”

Bucky was struggling with himself. You barely seemed disappointed, it had maybe flashed across your face for a second, but he believed you when you said it was okay. You even leaned back against your chair to give him space, zero hints of malice in your expression and just that perfect, easygoing look that made Bucky feel like you were fine taking no for an answer and you would never hold it against anybody.

And for some reason, that finally sealed it for Bucky that you weren’t him.

“I wanna dance.” Bucky winced when he almost knocked over his bottle when he set it down, grabbing your hand and pulling you to your feet so he could drag you towards the makeshift dance floor. “Let’s go.”

Your laugh made Bucky beam at you over his shoulder, humming along to the music and turning to face you once you were in the middle of it. His breath caught when you were right there, letting you frame his waist with your hands and pull him even closer while you started rolling your hips to the music. Bucky very quickly decided that he liked having your hands on him, shaking his head and gripping your wrists to keep you in place when you tried to lean back before he slid his palms up your arms and over your chest.

Somehow, even though he knew you were big, your massive size hadn’t fully registered in Bucky’s brain until he was in such close proximity to you. It’s not like Bucky was small by any means, he hit the weights, he never skipped arm day, he’d even been called beefy himself a few times. But you… goddamn. You were like nothing Bucky had ever seen before. He was starting to get woozy from it.

Then you ducked even closer and pressed your cheek against Bucky’s temple and he couldn’t help it, he gasped. He could feel your lips moving against his skin but he couldn’t hear anything you were saying, a low buzzing filling his ears while his fingers dug into your firm chest and he rolled his hips against yours. This was dangerous, he was not going to have sex with you without even a proper date, he wasn’t that easy.

He kept repeating it in his head over and over. When you slipped your arms around his waist and squeezed as you kept guiding his movements. When he buried his face in your neck and groaned when he finally got to breathe in your scent fully. When you nipped at the shell of his ear and made some kind of noise that sent a vibration through Bucky’s whole body. And especially when you grabbed his ass and gave such a dirty grind of your hips that made him feel how fucking hard and massive you really were.

It didn’t matter how much he repeated it though, it only took three songs before Bucky found himself with his back against a stall door in the bathroom with his pants around just one of his ankles and his toes barely brushing the floor while he practically sat on your face.

One of his knees was flung over your shoulder while you licked at his hole, his whole body shivering when you hummed against his skin and dug your fingers into his thighs and he didn’t even care that he was getting eaten out in a public bathroom and enjoying it quite loudly.

“God, I knew you’d be fucking sweet.” You growled but barely pulled back, gripping the thigh that was on your shoulder and pushing it up until it was pressed to Bucky’s side so you could see his face. “You taste so goddamn good, James, once I get you in bed I’m gonna make a full meal out of this ass, shit.”

“Oh… Jesus Christ.” Bucky could barely breathe when your mouth was on his hole again, he could feel your jaw working while you moved your lips and tongue like you were making out with him, all while you kept your intense eye contact and let his cock rest on your face like you didn’t even care. “Oh my fucking god.”

Bucky could feel your chuckle when a whine escaped from his throat without his permission, his eyes rolling when your tongue fluttered all around his twitching skin before you were dragging it over his hole again and sucking until Bucky almost squealed. But then your tongue punched into him and the squeal was ripped out of his chest, his breath heaving almost painfully while you fucked him with the thick muscle until his dick started leaking and twitching against your forehead. It was insane that you were so good at this, you were so young, but your mouth worked like you were a fucking pornstar and it had Bucky feeling some kind of way.

“You’re gonna let me fuck you, James.” It didn’t sound like a question, you were telling him, your face serious while you licked your way up his taint until you could nip at his balls while you slid a finger inside him. “I need it, need to feel you come on my cock, god, you’d better fucking hold it until I’m inside you or I’m gonna spank you, I swear to fucking god.”

“Yeah… yeah, oh my god, please.” Bucky felt like he was losing his mind when you sucked on his balls and pushed a second finger inside him, his legs shaking and his eyes rolling back in his head while he grabbed your hair and held on for dear life. “Oh shit… fuck me, I can hold it, I’ll be good, just fuck me.”

You leaned your cheek against his hip and kept grinning at him while you reached your free hand into your wallet to grab a packet of lube, chuckling when Bucky huffed at you when you ripped it open with your teeth and squirted it all over the fingers you were plunging into his ass.

“You brought lube with you?” Bucky was trying to remain huffy but it was difficult when you were scissoring his hole open so slowly and shit, it felt amazing. “What exactly did you think was going to happen tonight?”

“God, I dunno, James.” You looked meaningfully at the fingers that were currently knuckle deep inside him, wiggling them a little when you looked back up at him with a cocked eyebrow and snorting when he whined. “Would you prefer I didn’t have lube right now? Because I can stop…”

“No, don’t do that.” So much for not trying to seem desperate, Bucky was panting he needed you so bad. “I’m just… talking, I’ll shut up. I can be good.”

“Yeah? You’re gonna be a good boy for me James?” What were you doing to him? Bucky couldn’t help but whimper when you spat on your fingers to slick them up even more and added a third, nodding and rolling his hips into your hand when you just barely teased his sweet spot as you kissed the inside of his thigh. “Yeah you will, my good boy, opening right up for me.”

“Mmhm, yours, oh holy shit.” The addition of your fourth finger turned Bucky’s whole body into jelly, your hold on his thigh the only thing keeping him from crumpling to the floor when you licked a wide, flat stripe up the underside of his cock. “Holy fucking shit, pleasepleaseplease…”

“Shhh, don’t you worry, James, I’ve got you.” You groaned when he let go of your hair to shove his fist in his mouth when he gave you a tortured cry, slowly pulling your fingers out of him and setting his feet on the floor so you could stand. “Turn around for me, sweet thing.”

“Yes… yes sir.” Bucky let his eyes flutter closed when you kissed his temple and turned him around, pressing his cheek against the cool metal and arching his back when you placed one hand on his hip and used the other to pull out a condom. “I need it.”

“I know, handsome.” Your voice was muffled while you used your teeth to rip the wrapper open, nuzzling into the tendrils of hair that were resting against the back of Bucky’s neck so you could kiss him there while you rolled the condom over your length and emptied another packet of lube all over your dick. “You gonna call me sir while I fuck this sweet little ass?”

“Ye-yes… oh fuck!” Bucky practically screamed when your tip just barely slipped inside him, arching his back and whining when you wrapped your arm across his throat and growled in his ear. “Fuck… ‘s big, so big, fuck me.”

“You can take it, big guy, keep being good for me.” You grinned against Bucky’s cheek when he rose on his toes as you kept going, smacking his ass and chuckling when it made him clench as you increased the pressure on his neck. “You feel fucking incredible, Jesus. Been thinking about getting you like this since the first time I saw you, you know that? Did you think about me too, James?”

“N-no.” Bucky already felt extremely vulnerable while he was split open on only half of your cock, he didn’t need to admit to you that he had been dreaming about wrapping his legs around your tiny little waist while you fucked him slow and deep. “I didn’t.”

“Pretty sure you’re a liar.” You grinned and yanked his head back at the same time you gave a final snap of your pelvis and Bucky sobbed, his body shaking violently while you rested your hips against the plush curve of his ass and dragged your tongue along his jaw while you let him adjust. “That’s okay though, big guy, you can think about this. Now, I’m gonna apologize, because this is gonna be a lot faster than I would like, but we are in public.”

Bucky didn’t have any response except a yelp when you started driving your cock into him almost viciously, his breath punched out of his lungs each time your hips bounced off his ass while you sucked on his ear. He felt like he was about to explode, your cock driving into his swollen prostate each time you bottomed out until his balls started pulling tight to his body and his cock twitched. You must have felt the change since you dropped the hand that wasn’t attached to the thick arm that was currently choking him to grab his cock and start stroking him in time with your thrusts.

“Fuckfuckfuck…” Bucky felt like such a whore but he didn’t care, turning his head as much as possible so he could rub his nose against your cheek while he whined. “I’m so close, don’t stop.”

“I’ll give you whatever you want, James.” You groaned when his hole clenched around you, squeezing his cock and his throat at the same time and kissing the corner of his lips tenderly while you gazed into his eyes. “Gonna take care of you. Can’t wait to be able to take my time, enjoy you, god, could spend a whole fucking night in this ass, you’re so goddamn warm and tight. But I need you to come for me right now, James, make a mess on my hand, lemme make you feel good, c’mon.”

The thought of you in his bed and fucking him raw and open had Bucky tumbling over the edge of his climax with a shout, his desperate noises muffled by your lips when you smashed them to his as he quaked in your arms and shot his cum all over your fingers. He sobbed when you didn’t stop stroking him even once he was milked dry, his eyes rolling back when you throbbed inside him and almost lamenting the fact that you were filling the condom instead of pumping your cum deep in his guts and determined to get to the point when he would finally get to feel all of you. As soon as you were done you were bringing your cum soaked fingers to your mouth, keeping eye contact with Bucky as you sucked his cum off them slowly and groaning at his taste then pressing your lips to his again so you could share with him.

“Jesus fuck.” Bucky couldn’t think of anything else to say, smiling almost sheepishly at you after you had pulled out of him and tossed the condom, letting you turn him around and nuzzle at his cheek before you were bending to help him step back into his jeans.

“My sentiments exactly.” You gave him another one of those winks and he wasn’t even mad when he blushed violently. “You gonna be as big of an ass about me taking you on a real date?”

“I wasn’t an ass.” Bucky huffed when you stood back up and wrapped your arms around him, nipping at your bottom lip and grinning when you growled playfully at him. “I was wary.”

“Sure.” You kissed him slow and deep and smiled against his lips when he melted into you before pulling back so he could breathe. “Pretty sure the girls and Sergeant Wilson would agree with my assessment, but we can use your word.”

“Oh shit, they’re still out there.” Bucky screwed his eyes shut and moaned at the thought of the commentary he was going to have to endure, shaking his head when you chuckled and opened the stall door to start pulling him back to the bar. “Can’t we just climb out the window or something?”

“Yeah, I don’t think either of us could fit through that window, James.” You nodded at the tiny one by one glass square and kissed his temple when he sighed defeatedly, holding his hand and letting him follow you when you opened the door. “Besides, if you think I’m not going to enjoy showing you affection in public, I’ve got some bad news.”

Bucky’s retort was cut off by an absurd amount of hollering when you opened the door, his face getting unbearably red and the desire to either tell all of your friends to shut the fuck up or just book it out of the bar overwhelming. But then your arm was around his shoulders and your lips were pressed against his temple, and maybe he could put up with his friends being smug rowdy assholes for the rest of the night if you kept smiling at him like that.

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Swan Lake

Noah x ballerina reader

I will never forget the way I was feeling at that stage in front of all those people. My parents and siblings in first row, watching me with eyes full of tears and pride. I got the lead role in Swan Lake at the age of 16 which was seen as big accomplishment in ballet world. In that moment I felt happy, proud of myself and stronger than ever. But that didn’t last long.

Just a seconds after the big red curtain was closed and me and other dancers went in the direction of our changing room, I heard my name being called. Screamed, actually.

I turned around to see our trainer speed walking to me. I quickly went over the whole play in my head. What did I do wrong? I couldn’t think of anything, I felt good. She found million reasons to tell me I was a bad choice for playing the lead role, that I’m too fat and I won’t play on the next date.

That was it. That night I told my parents I’m done with ballet and I’m quitting immediately. My mother was ballet dancer too, we talked a lot about how hard it was for me lately, so she agreed with my decision and went to talk to my trainer. I packed my things and never saw that woman again. That felt like a big rock fell off my shoulders. That was 10 years ago.

“What are you thinking about?” Noah asked, his hand gently placed on my thigh as we were driving to my family home for Saturday lunch with my family.

“It’s 10 years anniversary of me ending my ballet career. I was thinking about it a lot recently.”

“Thinking about as?” he waited for my response as he didn’t really understand how I feel about it.

“As I miss it, I guess. I was thinking about talking with my mom about it today. Also I looked up some ballet classes in our area. But I don’t know, it was just a silly idea.” I shrugged it off.

I never really talked with Noah about my ballet career. I told him I did ballet for 14 years and quit for mental health issues. I mean, it’s very much known how the ballet industry works, so he understood. I have very mixed feelings about getting back into it at my age, so I haven’t told anyone yet.

I tried to stay healthy and fit, I sometimes go to open dance classes and sometimes I try some ballet steps. I still got it. I am a lucky one, I still have good stretches and I learn steps quickly. I just got bored of doing it only in our living room.

“Really? That’s not a silly idea, it’s actually a really cool idea. Did you find any good places?” I was surprised with Noah’s excitement. He is very supportive of everything I do, but I guess I expected different reaction.

“I like two ballet studios. They have some good teachers and also open classes, just for hobby attendance. One is on Mondays and the other one is on Thursdays, so I can try both and then see which one I like more.”

“Are you signed up already?”

“No, I am not sure Noah. It brings up lot of bad memories, 10 years ago it got me into a really bad place and I’m scared it’s going to be the same this time.” I felt tears coming as I thought of little 13 years old me crying through the whole night, because I was told I’m fat for ballet. That I’m not good enough. That I’m too tall to be a ballerina. That my skin is too pale. That I got in just because of my mother. That I’m never going to make it.

Those memories make me feel little and so vulnerable.

“I’m sure it will be great honey. If you miss it, then you should try it. But it’s your decision, okay? I don’t want to push you into anything. Take your time to think about it, talk with your mom and you will see what’s her opinion on this, right?” he brought his hand that was holding mine in it to his lips and placed small kisses against my palm.

“Thank you.” I shot him a smile which he gladly returned.

I loved days like today, spending time with my family. All of them love Noah, so after we have lunch, we are usually both separated and have conversation with someone else. Firstly, I talked to my siblings about college and their new internships, while Noah talked with my dad about new music and their upcoming Europe tour. My dad absolutely loves Bad omens and I am sure he is their biggest fan. When my family visits for shows, he never wants to be in the backstage, watching the show from safe space. He always goes in the crowd, which makes my mum crazy scared every single time.

I used this as a chance to talk to mom about the ballet thing that was going around in my head.

“Mom do you mind coming with me outside for a minute?”

“Of course darling.”

We took our coffees with us as we made our way to the garden and sit on the big couch that my parents had there for my whole life. That thing is going to outlive all of us.

“What is it darling?”

“What do you mean?” I tried to hide my worries, but my mom knows me too well.

“I know when my baby is worried about something. What is it? Is it Noah? Are you sad he’s going to leave for tour soon?”

“Oh no, well, yes that too, but it’s not the first time, that will be okay. It’s something I wanted to talk about especially with you.” I played with the cup in my hands and avoided the topic as long as I could.

“Come on hon, spit it out.”

“I was thinking about getting back into ballet.” I said and kept my eyes low, focused on the green grass. I looked up just because my mom wasn’t saying anything. “What? Are you going to say something? I don’t know what this face means.” I was honestly so confused with the way her face was looking at me. Was she happy about? Sad? I couldn’t tell.

“Well, I was expecting this much sooner than now.”

“What?”

“I always thought you will want to get back to it at some point in your life hon. You loved it. Aside from those ugly things, you loved ballet. I was so angry at that woman who ruined for you.”

“Why did you never say anything?” I was so confused. She was waiting for this for years and never talked about it with me?

“Because it’s your decision, not mine. I didn’t want you to think I was disappointed with you or pushing you back into it. Did you think of where would you start with classes? And would you want to take part in plays again?” She was right. It is just mine decision and with everything she saw me go through I understand she was worried.

“I found two studios near our home that look good. They have weekly open classes that I was thinking about. But I wanted to talk with you first about it.”

Then we fell into long dialogue about everything connected with be going back into ballet. My mom gave me a courage to at least try it. She said my eyes lit up when I talked about the good memories I had from my child age. She also told me that I am more mature than I was back then and even if I don’t think I can handle it, I can. And she was right.

I’m a grown woman now, I can handle myself and protect myself. It’s also just open class for everyone who wants to try ballet, there will be no judgement.

“I’m going to try it.” We left my parents house later than expected, so it was dark outside when we were driving back.

“The open classes? Did you talk with your mom about it?”

“Yes and she said I should give it a chance. So I guess I won’t be home on Monday evening.”

“Can I go watch you?” Noah asked.

“What?” I returned him a question, not knowing what he meant.

“I mean I never saw you do your ballet thing and you will be wearing those ballet outfits and I’m sure that will be hot.” He said as if it was obvious fact that I should’ve known.

“You’re not being serious right now, are you?” I tried to hold my laugh in at his innocent clueless face.

“Well I’m not, but I would really like to see your little ballet outfit for sure.” He turned his face to you so you could see his smirk.

“Sure, watch the road you perv.”

It had already been a month since I started going to open classes in the studio I chose after the first week. I chose the one closer to our home, their dance rooms were bigger and more modern and our teacher was a lovely girl, possibly my age.

And it felt amazing. It felt like I was alive again. Don’t get me wrong I loved my life with Noah, my work and everything, but this felt like the missing piece.

While I was changing into my clothes after today’s class, our teacher Molly came to talk to me.

“Listen Y/N, I know you said you have bad experience and memories with professional ballet, but we have few spots open in our semi professional group and I thought you’d be great candidate. I see you’re learning faster than anyone in your class and I’m scared you would get bored after a while. There will be auditions, but I can get a word in for you and see if you could skip them. Just think about it and let me know as soon as you decide please.”

That night I came running home to share that news with Noah.

“WHERE ARE YOU?” I screamed just seconds after I opened the door.

“Studio.”

When I opened the door Noah turned in his chair to face me.

“Did I do something?” he looked scared.

“What?”

“Why are you screaming and running, I’m scared I did something.” You let out a chuckle at his words.

“No, but I got news. Great news.”

“Let me hear them.” I walked over to him and sat in his lap.

“I just got offered a place in semi professional group at the studio. Without auditions, Molly wants me there.”

“Honey that’s great news! That’s amazing news!” he stood up with me in his arms and spined us around.

“So you think I should accept that offer?”

“You haven’t already?”

“No, I wanted to think about it.”

“Judging by your reaction, there’s nothing to think about.” He smiled into our kiss.

“I guess I’m back on track then.” I kissed him back.

Long story short, I accepted Molly’s offer and started with my new group. I had classes 4 times a week, which was bit hard to get used to, but after while it was okay.

Noah left for tour, so at least I got something to do with my free time.

Noah leaving was also good for another reason. There is time difference between us, so we usually text each other or have short calls, so my worries are easy to hide.

Last week Molly told us that our group will be playing Swan Lake few months from now on, which brought back some memories. Semi professional groups still play in midsized theatre, I joined them when there wasn’t any, so I expected some play to come soon, but not this one.

I had mixed feelings about it, thinking if I want to play or if I just pass this one. Applications are closing in three days and I still haven’t applied for any role, which was weird for Molly.

She asked me about it after last class, so I told her about my ballet history, how Swan Lake basically ruined it for me. Molly is very positive person, so she told me something that got stuck in my head. She said I could take it as an opportunity and change Swan Lake from something bad to something really good in my life.

Truth is, I am thinking about applying for Odette/Odile, but I haven’t told anyone yet.

“Okay that’s enough love, what is going on?” Noah asked through the phone and I saw his forehead wrinkles were making his worried face. It’s scary how well he knows me, but with tomorrow being the last day for applications I needed to tell him.

“Our group is going to play Swan Lake in a few months and I don’t know if I should apply or not. It’s the play that made me quit.”

“Looks like it’s your second chance to make the best out of it. Listen, you were worried about even getting into ballet again and look at you now! I know you’re worried now, but wouldn’t you regret not even trying it?” I felt like I was on the phone with Molly right now.

“I know, I was thinking about applying for the lead role, I did it back then too. But maybe I should do other role?”

“Oh no love, if anyone is supposed to be the lead role in this play, it’s you.”

“You have to say this, you’re my boyfriend Noah.”

“Well wouldn’t you be the same if I was in your position? That’s what you do for your partner. You know how many songs would be forgotten and never released if you didn’t support me? There is lot of them I thought weren’t good enough, but you made me finish them. I may don’t understand ballet, but I understand you and I know you would regret not applying. So you get your ass up right now and fill what ever you need to fill and send it to Molly or I’m going to do it.”

And he was right, I would regret it. But I still couldn’t believe myself when I saw ‘send’ on my screen after I applied for Odette/Odile.

Molly informed me that me and 5 other girls applied for the same role, so there will be two rounds of auditions, first one starting on Monday, which gives me 6 days to prepare for it. Noah is also coming back home on Monday, so I’m happy I will share the outcome with him. Either we will celebrate or he will make me his comfort food and I’m happy with both options.

I spend the last 6 days going over the choreography for the first round of auditions. Everyday after work I went straight home and practiced. Last night I didn’t get a chance to talk with Noah, because he was already on his way back to the states. I at least talked to my mom this morning.

“Y/N you’re next.” I heard Molly from the ballet room.

“I’m homeee.” I heard Noahs voice that I missed so much. I left the pans on low heat and left kitchen to meet Noah in the living room.

I didn’t waste any time and went straight in for a kiss.

“Missed me much?” he managed to say between our kisses.

“Very much.” I looked at his face, tired face, and held it in my hands “Hi love.”

“Hi.” He leaned his forehead against mine as we enjoyed bit of silence and each other’s presence after month and two weeks apart.

“How was the flight?” I broke the silence, took his hand and led him into our kitchen to finish dinner.

“It was okay. I slept most of the time, but I’m still very tired. And I need a shower.”

“You can go take a shower now, it will take few more minutes until it’s done.” I pointed to the food.

“Okay.” Noah got up, left kiss on my nose and went to get shower. That’s what I thought at least. On his way to our bathroom, he realized I didn’t tell him about the audition.

“Y/N? Wasn’t the audition today?” it was, but I wanted to tell him about the result over dinner.

“It was, but I wanted to tell you later.” I tried to hide the smile on my face.

“You got through to the second audition, didn’t you?” he caught your smile and immediately knew the answer. “I guess we can celebrate right now in the shower huh? Are you going to join me?”

“So girls, I want to thank you for participating in this audition. It was hard to decide, but in the end, we agreed on one name. And it’s you, Y/N. We were amazed by your performance and we feel like your experience with this play could help us to make the best of it. Congratulations!” Molly gave me a hug and whispered in my ear that she knew it was going to be me from the beginning.

Noah and my mom said the same. My mom made sure she put date of the premiere in hers and dad’s calendar so they wouldn’t miss it. Noah also made sure to clear that day months in advance and welcomed me home with a flower and dinner as a celebration.

Breathe in, breathe out. And repeat. I stood in backstage already in my costume. I saw Noah and my parents in the first row as the rest of the room filled with strangers. Strangers that are going to be watching me in a few minutes.

“Are you ready Y/N? How are you feeling?” I felt Molly’s hand on my shoulder.

“I’m nervous, but also excited. I haven’t preformed for over decade, so I hope I don’t panic.”

“You’ll be great. We did lot of work, all of you will do great tonight.”

She then went to talk to other girls and I felt my phone buzz in my hand. It was Noah.

“Don’t be nervous, we’re very excited to see you shine tonight. You’ll kill it babe, I love you.” Oh my sweet Noah. Supportive as always.

I stood still in my pose as the curtain was closing. I let out a big breath I didn’t even realised I was holding in when the curtain was fully closed. I turned around to see my friends and in that moment we realized we just finished our premiere of the Swan Lake. And it was perfect. We did group hug, with Molly joining us. It was completely different than 10 years ago. This night was full of support and love.

I went to change into my normal clothes and then to meet Noah and my parents.

My dad and Noah both had bouquets in their hands and my mom had tears in her eyes. She was also the first one to pull me into a hug.

“I’m so proud of you Y/N, you can’t even imagine. You grew up into a beautiful woman and you just showed me how strong you are.”

“Thank you, mom, I couldn’t have done this without you.”

Then it was my dad who pulled me into strong hug. My dad didn’t show emotions a lot, so I appreciated him coming tonight.

I really wanted to literally jump into Noah’s arms, but I kept calm in front of my parents. They said their goodbyes and left, because they have long road ahead of them.

As soon as they left the parking lot I turned to Noah and attacked him with hugs and kisses.

“Slow down baby, let me congratulate you and give you this beautiful flower.” It really was beautiful bouquet. Noah always got me beautiful flowers.

“How was it? Did you like it?” I was interested in Noah’s opinion, because it was his first ballet play he saw.

“It was beautiful! You were amazing! I know you can stretch your legs right, but I didn’t know you can stretch them like this.” I didn’t know if I should slap his arm for his stupid comment or laugh at him as he was trying to show me what he meant and trying to do the pose he was referring to.

“Okay ballerina I get it!” I laugh and stopped him from what he was doing before he got himself injured.

“Do you want to go out for dinner and drinks? Or go home and order something? You must be hungry.” We intertwined our hands and Noah led me to his car. He was right, I didn’t eat much today, because of the nerves.

“I think I want to go home, order something to eat, have a glass of wine, have hot bubble bath and then my back could use a massage…”

“I will give you massage only if you let me join you in the bath.” Of course he wouldn’t miss that chance.

“Deal. Let’s get home.” Noah started his car and took my hand in his.

“I love you and I’m so proud of you. I’m getting tickets to every show and I’m making the guys come with me.”

“Okay.” I laughed, but I knew he was serious. I’m sure that at the next show I’m going to see the core of BO crew in the front row.

“But I’m serious, I love you.”

“I love you too Noah, thank you for being by my side for all of this.”

“Always.”

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My little love

Chapter 20

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 9.4K (how did this happen?”

Warnings: angst, a little bit of fluff, physical attack toward a child, mentions of cuts and bruises (nothing graphic), reader’s mom, cursing, protective Bucky, Steve being Steve

A/N: I am both so excited and slightly sorry for this! Don’t hate me but we see the reader’s family for the first time and learn why she isn’t close to any of them except for Ed!

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Ch. 19

The first few days back home were a big adjustment. There were no more early mornings to take Henry to a lab. No afternoon strolls to play with goats or explore a place you’ve never been too. Everyone was happy though. The old family routine was back in place with the exception of watching over Lottie more than necessary in case of a vision. Henry did start having a few more nightmares as he remembered some of the things hydra had him do but Bucky was there every single night to help him.

The most exciting part about being back home is being able to plan Charlotte’s fourth birthday party. You and Bucky had decided to keep it small, just the team. Through the week and a half leading up to it you had to remind Tony multiple times that there would be no huge parties. He would pout but agree nonetheless. Still you suspected that he was up to something.

The theme you decided on you found while late night scrolling through Pinterest. When you showed Bucky the idea he agreed immediately while he laughed. The party would be four-nado themed. It was more as a joke for the adults than anything else. Since Charlotte was a force to be reckoned with. No one in her path was safe, she could melt hearts with a smile and wrap anyone around her little finger with her sweet personality.

Now Lottie wasn’t really sure what was going on; she was just happy to help decorate. With the team done for the day with mission debriefs and paperwork everyone gathered at one of the shared living spaces. The birthday girl wore a shirt that said four-nado, a cute skirt and pigtails. While you had shirts for you, Bucky and Henry that said storm chaser. The only person you were waiting on was Steve. After he finally got back to you saying he was just a few minutes away the small party had started. Just like he said he was in the living room a few minutes later.

“Steebie!” Charlotte ran and jumped into his arms as if she hadn’t seen him in years.

“Here’s my best girl.”

“What the hell took you so long?” You asked.

“Well-“ he scratched the back of his neck as he blushed. “I have a bit of a surprise.”

“What did you do?”

“Who? is the better question.” Clint said with a smirk from his place on the couch.

“Steve?”

“I’d like you to meet someone.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he turned and waved someone in. She was tall and slender. Long strawberry blonde hair and fair skin.

“Everyone, this is Julie. Julie this is well… everyone. This is Charlotte, my best girl, and it’s her birthday. These are her parents and my closest friends Bucky and Y/N.”

“Best girl?” She sounded annoyed or maybe bothered by the term. “Sometimes I forget you’re so old.” She turns to you now. “It’s uh- nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Really? We haven’t heard a word about you.” Steve gives Bucky a light hearted glare.

The whole team was surprised. Never in all of the years since knowing Steve had you even heard him talk about a date. Now he was here bringing some random woman to your daughter’s birthday party. You and Bucky looked at each other with the same displeasure on your faces. Unfortunately for Steve and everyone else in the room Lottie was the first to state her dislike of this new person.

“Don’t wike it. Bad Steebie.” Lottie said as she began to cry and reach out for anyone who would take her. That was an immediate red flag. Lottie likes everyone and is open to meeting new people. So her trying to get away from someone she had never met before made you feel uneasy. “Don’t wike it.” She said again as she pointed at Julie.

Bucky moved away from a very confused Steve and his date. Lottie continued to cry until Bucky just left the room.

“Is that why it’s a tornado theme? She seems like a handful. I’d just have a nanny if it were me.” Julie tried to joke but it fell flat.

Steve looked at you like a lost puppy unsure of what to do. Should he leave with Julie or stay and wait until Charlotte calmed down?

“Let me go make sure she’s ok. Don’t go anywhere. Come on Henry.”

Steve motioned for Julie to sit while you left to find Bucky. He introduced the rest of the team. The others, Nat and Clint especially, kept their eyes on the stranger.

“So how did you two meet?” Tony broke the silence. He was already running a background check on her.

“He was leaving the art shop just as I was leaving the bookshop in town. We ran into each other. Then Steve invited me for coffee.”

“Really? You must be really special to get the attention of our very dear Captain.”

“Tony.” Steve throws a warning glance his way.

“Oh come on old man I’m just teasing.”

“How long have you been seeing each other?” Sam asked, equally as surprised that his friend hadn’t mentioned anything.

“About a month already.”

The silence was deafening and Steve felt like an idiot for bringing Julie to the party. It wasn’t helping that everyone kept looking from him to Julie and back. Worst of all Charlotte was upset on her birthday.

****

You and Bucky walk back out with Charlotte holding both of your hands and Henry at Bucky’s side.

“Alright, she’s calmed down enough. Why don’t we sit so that we can have dinner.”

Everyone moved from the living room to the dining room. Nat and Clint sat side by side, whispering amongst themselves and bringing Wanda into it when she sat next to Clint. Everyone else took their usual spots with Lottie being right in the middle with you on one side, Henry on the other and Bucky next to Henry. Unfortunately that means that Steve and his date were right across from the four of you. At first the only thing that could be heard was the plates being passed along the table and the cutlery against the plates. It wasn’t until Henry made Charlotte giggle that the tension in the room eased up a bit. You gave Steve a small smile but he just looked upset.

The dinner goes better than expected, with Lottie only glaring in Julie’s direction once in a while. Wanda was kind enough to bring the cake out and everyone sang happy birthday to Lottie which made her giggle. She blew out the candles perfectly. Bucky sat with her days in advance to make sure she did it right. After cake and pictures everyone went back to the living room. The mood was lighter and the party games you prepared were being played.

Gifts were being given to Charlotte. Putting aside the issue with Steve’s date it was obvious the birthday girl was having the time of her life. She was currently pulling a baby doll out of a box.

“So pwetty.” She says as she examines it carefully. Then Lottie runs to Sam and gives him a hug. “Tank you, Sammie.” Lottie says with a bright smile.

“You are welcome, sweet Angel.”

You hear a small scoff coming from Julie and you turn to look at her. She averts her eyes when she notices you looking at her and tries to mask her irritation but it wasn’t working. You wanted her gone but you also felt bad for Steve. Turning back to Charlotte you watched her open another gift with Bucky’s help. Then she ran to Bruce to hug and thank him.

“I’ll be right back, I forgot her gift.” Steve says and quickly walks out of the living room.

“Mama, look.” Lottie holds up another gift and smiles.

You grab your camera and start snapping pictures. Henry sits with Nat as he watches his sister play. He’s laughing at something she’s said. Everyone is starting to relax and joke even more so no one notices Julie slip away and leave in the same direction Steve had.

After all the gifts were opened and Lottie had thanked everyone individually. The team begins to joke around and use Charlotte’s new toys. Tony goes off on a rant pointing out design flaws and that he could make better toys. You and Bucky take a moment to pick up the wrapping paper and go throw it out. No one noticed Charlotte walking away in search of Steve.

****

“Steebie?” Charlotte called out as she wandered through the empty hallway. There was no fear in Lottie as she went further into the apartment section of the compound. She had been back and forth multiple times and knew her way around. “Steebie.” She called out again this time a bit louder. Lottie was a girl on a mission to find her favorite person.

Lottie’s hand glided over the glass walls as she went further down the hallway. The only place on her mind was Steve’s apartment, which was up one floor. Lottie ran when she saw the elevators and pushed the button, happily waiting for the doors to open. When they do she’s face to face with the one person she’d be happy to never see again, Julie.

“Oh for fucks sake.” She looks down at Charlotte and rolls her eyes.

“Don’t wike.”

“Too bad.”

Julie walks out of the elevator forcing Lottie to back up. She tilts her head back all the way to be able to look up at the stranger.

She starts to look around panicking. “Mama.” She calls out as the vision she had in Wakanda starts to turn into a reality. Lottie is very much aware of what’s going to happen next.

“Mama,” Julie mocks Lottie as she calls for you. She could see the fear in Lottie’s eyes and she just smiled. “You are such a spoiled little brat.”

“Dada. Steebie.”

“I’ll make sure Steve stays far away from you.” Julie crouches so that she is eye level with Lottie and grabs her face, her nails digging into Lottie’s cheeks. “Steve doesn’t even love you.”

“Am Steebie’s best girl.” Charlotte says after pulling away. She pushes Julie and with her strength she manages to not only make her lose balance but to be thrown across the small space and against the wall. Lottie makes a run for the hallway she just walked through but Julie gets in her way.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson on respecting people.”

*****

“Where’s Charlotte?” You asked the moment you walked back into the living room. “And where’s Julie?”

You didn’t even wait for a response as you moved to go look for Lottie. Bucky right behind you and the others went to search in different areas.

“Friday, where is Charlotte?”

“She is by the elevators Sergeant Barnes.”

You run down the hallway and as you turn the corner you’re horrified by the scene unfolding in front of you.

“Come here you fucking brat.” Julie says as she moves towards Charlotte and grabs her arm harshly. Lottie screams in pain and grabs at the hand grabbing her.

“Let her go before I end you.”

Julie spins around at the sound of your voice. She did it so quickly and with such force that she pulled Charlotte with her and straight into one of the glass walls. The impact causes it to shatter and you see red.

Bucky asks Friday to get everyone here while he runs towards Charlotte to get her out of the broken glass. The cries of your daughter only spur you on as you pin Julie against the wall.

“Are you fucking stupid?”

“She’s a brat, she pushed me into the wall with her freaky strength.”

“She’s a child and you’re fucking dumb for even thinking about putting your hands on her.” You say as you pull back and connect your first with her face.

One punch is all you managed to get before you’re pulled away. It doesn’t stop you from trying to grab her again and teach her a lesson for even looking at your sweet Angel wrong.

“Y/N, you have to calm down, Charlotte needs you.” Steve says as he pulls you further back.

“Get this bitch out of here.”

“I’m going to sue you and I’m going to take everything from you.”

“Yeah, good luck with that. I’ve already found all of your dirty little secrets and my lawyers can bury you in paperwork for the rest of your life.” Tony spits back.

“Get her out of here now!”

Nat moves to grab Julie’s arm and pulls her toward the elevator. Julie tries to get away from Nat and grab at you.

“You stupid bitch.”

Nat yanks her back and pulls her into the elevator.

“No, you Bitch.” Charlotte screams back in your defense between tears before the elevator door closes.

Everything was out of control. Charlotte’s birthday was ruined, she had been hurt, you were beyond angry and everyone was unsure of what to do next.

“Come here sweet Angel, let mama fix you up. Come on Henry.” You said as you took her from Bucky and left.

Steve’s heart was beating wildly out of his chest. He wanted to follow you just to make sure Lottie was ok. As soon as he took his first step Bucky stopped him and shook his head.

“I just want to make sure she’s ok.”

“She went through glass Steve of course she’s not ok. Just wait until I call you. Maybe make sure that crazy bitch is actually gone.” Bucky says before leaving.

Everyone starts to slowly and quietly leave while Steve just stands there unsure of what to do. His phone rings, breaking him out of the unfocused haze he was in.

“What do you want?” His tone was cold and full of anger.

“Your friend broke my nose. Aren’t you going to do anything about it?” Julie whined over the phone.

“I did do something. I got her off of you before she did more damage. You’re welcome.”

“She can’t go around hitting people. And your other friend threatened to make me disappear just because of what happened with the kid.”

“You hurt her daughter, what do you think she was going to do? Let you do it? Lose my number.” Steve snaps at her, deciding to ignore the comment about Nat.

“You’re breaking up with me because of a brat? Are you serious?”

“I’m breaking up with you because you showed me your true colors today. And she isn’t a brat, she’s a sweet kid.” He hangs up the phone and crushes it in his hands as it begins to ring again.

The elevator doors open and Nat walks back out as if nothing had happened. She pats his shoulder as she walks by him.

“I’ll go make sure Lottie’s ok and I’ll let you know. Why don’t you go up to your apartment?”

“Nat…” Steve’s eyes watered, he was overwhelmed with the whole situation. Never in his life did he think something like this could happen. Especially to Charlotte and because of him. Nat pulls him into a hug and he’s grateful but he wishes it was you or Bucky. He wanted to know neither of you were angry with him.

“Go, I promise to find you as soon as I know.”

Steve nods and turns towards the elevators. Shoulders slumped and head hanging low.

“It’s ok my sweet Angel, you’re safe. I just need to clean you up.” You murmured as you comforted a still crying Charlotte.

Your blood was boiling as you looked down at the cuts and bruises all over her face and arms. It was probably going to be a long night since she didn’t like the medbay but it was necessary.

“Henry, could you help me with your sister?”

He had watched everything happen since he followed you and Bucky. Currently he was shifting in and out of a translucent form. That only happened when he was overwhelmed emotionally.

“Are you going to hurt her because of what happened?”

“Of course not honey, she didn’t do anything wrong. I’m going to clean these because if I don’t then she can get sick and we don’t want that. But I need you to sit with her because she isn’t going to like it.”

With a pout of his own Henry gets up on the hospital bed. Following your instructions to sit back and hold his sister in his lap.

“Now Charlotte I have to clean all of these ok? It’s going to hurt a little but mama isn’t doing it on purpose. I don’t want to hurt you, ok?”

“Ok.” She says through stuttered breath.

Just as you put on a glove Bucky walks in. In his posture alone you can see he’s furious. It doesn’t help that he’s pacing back and forth and for a moment you remember his days as the winter soldier.

“Bucky,” you try to get his attention. “James.” His eyes snap to yours. “I need you to calm down or get out.”

“Aren’t you angry?”

“Extremely. But you’re scaring the kids and I can’t have that in here right at this moment.”

Bucky immediately softens his expression as he looks towards his babies. He walks over and sits at the other side of the bed.

“What do you need me to do?”

“Just be here with us.” You say as you begin to numb the areas that have small shards of glass.

Then your attention went to cleaning up the other cuts. They were small enough that they’d be gone in a few hours. Henry asks a thousand questions about what you’re doing which helps him stay distracted. After some crying, promises of more cake and a sleepover you got Lottie all patched up. Henry holds her hand as they walk out of the room followed by you and then Bucky.

“There’s the birthday girl.” Sam said.

The rest of the team cheered as Lottie and Henry got closer to the waiting room. Lottie looks around the room and pouts but walks toward Nat.

“Uppies?” She asks quietly and Nat picks her up happily.

“That was intense.” Bruce speaks up.

“Yeah, she’s gone right?”

“She’s gone.”

“She was insane. I mean how do you willingly hurt a kid like that?” Sam chimes in.

“Is bitch.” Lottie added and the talking ceased. Immediately the team starts to snicker and Lottie smiles.

“Don’t laugh. Lottie you can’t say that word, it’s a bad word.”

“Mama say it.” She points out as she looks at her father.

“Yeah but mama is a grown up and she shouldn’t have said it either.” Bucky tells his daughter.

“Sammie say it. And Buce say it. And to-“

“Ok kid that's enough. Maybe we can teach you that you don’t snitch on your uncles.” Tony cuts her off.

“Ok, this birthday has gotten out of hand. Let’s just call it a night and be thankful that that evil woman is out of our lives.”

“Bitch is bye bye?”

“Charlotte Elise Barnes.”

“What dada?” She smiles up at him and he can’t help but smile back.

“Don’t say that word anymore.”

“Kay. Can habe sleepover?”

“Yes we can, my sweet Angel. Say goodnight to everyone.” You take her from Nat before muttering. “I can’t believe her birthday was ruined.”

“Isn’t it a great thing that I planned a birthday bash for her on Saturday then?”

“I’m sorry what?”

“Saturday, birthday bash for our sweet Angel here. She deserves it. It’s going to be a pool party. I have everything handled and I even got the kiddo a new bathing suit.” Tony smiled once he finished talking.

“You know what, it’s fine with me. She deserves a do over.”

“Great because I already received the rsvps so it would have been very awkward.”

“Who is coming to this?”

“The Bartons, the Wilsons, and any agent that has kids.”

“Ok. We are leaving now.” You say and walk away to head up to your apartment.

After some quick showers and changing into fresh and warm pajamas the four of you had piled onto your bed. While trying to make up for the disastrous birthday party you let Lottie pick a movie to watch. Beauty and the Beast specifically, what a surprise. She fell asleep first, then Henry and surprisingly Bucky. You however could not even close your eyes as you stared at the ceiling.

There was one thing you had to do before you could even consider sleeping. With your attention on keeping Charlotte safe and then cleaning up her wounds you hadn’t stopped to think about Steve. Knowing how much he loved the kids, the guilt must be gnawing at him. You look over at the three sleeping forms, Henry laying on top of his father and Lottie tucked into his side, you get out of bed quietly and head to the only place Steve could possibly be.

****

You’ve heard it countless times, the sound of a punching bag ripping was unmistakable now. It was a sound that was burned into your brain from every time you’d found Steve in a gym. Late night sessions only meant one thing, he was sliding deep into a dark corner of his mind with feelings he didn’t know to express. You waited patiently at one of the benches as he hooked up another bag. His movements stopped before he began his assault on the bag again. Steve reluctantly takes the empty space beside you, the silence and the tension is awkward between you. You look over his features and know he’s already punishing himself more than necessary.

“So that was fucking wild.” You murmured. “Would you have visited me in prison if I killed her?”

“No.”

You look up at him surprised.

“I’d be planning your escape.”

You smile but he looks defeated. Still you wait patiently. After years of friendship you learned that Steve will talk about his emotions when he’s ready. There was no need to push.

“How is she? Is she ok? Was there any serious injury?”

“She’s fine, asleep. Most of the cuts are already gone.” You assured Steve and patted his back.

“How did Julie even get her in that hallway?”

“Yeah about that. You aren’t going to like the answer.”

Steve finally looks at you. His expression was a mixture of guilt and sadness.

“What is it?”

“Charlotte was at the elevators because she was looking for you. I saw the surveillance footage. Julie walked out of the elevator and cornered her. Told her some very untrue things and then Bucky and I showed up.” You sigh as you remember the footage. “Lottie was scared and she called out for us and then she called out for you.”

“I am so sorry.” He said, slumping forward and leaning his forearms on his thighs. “I was so stupid thinking she would be good for me. She was so sweet when we first met.”

“Steve, you didn’t do anything wrong, except maybe not tell me you were dating someone. Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to take attention away from everything going on with the kids while you were in Wakanda. I thought by bringing her to the party she could see what my life was like and she could see who matters the most to me.”

“Steve, I’ll always have time for you. I couldn’t even go to bed because I knew you were upset. Now I know something else is bothering you, what is it?”

“I feel like I’m falling behind.” He admits and in moments like this you’re very grateful that your friendship has progressed enough that neither of you had to dance around your feelings. “Remember that conversation we had when we worked at Shield? About dating and wanting a family?”

It took you a moment but you remembered.

“Yeah. What about it?”

“I wasn’t ready then, I thought I was ready now. But I was wrong, so fucking wrong. I let my want of starting a family cloud my judgment. She isn’t a great person to begin with and now knowing I can’t even protect a child from getting hurt because of me… Lottie probably hates me and the worst was she tried to warn me.”

“Well, do you know what the best part about having kids is?”

Steve just shakes his head.

“They tend to forgive easily, especially those they love. And if there’s one thing everyone knows is that that little girl loves you so much.” You say as you look from him to the door.

He turns his head just in time to watch Charlotte walk in. She wore her princess pajamas and was holding on to her pink teddy bear. Still sleepy and hair a mess she slowly got closer to the pair of you until she stood in front of you with a silent demand to be picked up. You turned her to face Steve. He was even more of a mess now that he could see the bruises and the few cuts that were still in place.

“What are you doing up and wandering around by yourself?”

“Wanted mama.”

You hum as you play with Lottie’s hair. Her focus though was on Steve, she looked almost sad as she stared at him.

“Are you ok sweetheart?” He asked after a moment. Lottie sighed at the question.

“Am steebie’s best girl?”

The question was asked shyly and with much more apprehension than a four year old should possess. The same question was enough to bring a super soldier that has seen enough war to last various lifetimes to his knees.

“Of course you’re my best girl. You always will be. No matter what anyone else says.” Steve takes Charlotte from you and brings her into a gentle hug. When he pulls back, Steve looks down at her. “I’m so sorry Charlotte.”

“Steebie is good. Lobe Steebie. No wike…”

“Don’t like what, sweet Angel?”

Charlotte looks at Steve and back at you and sighs before she whispers. “Bitch.”

Steve’s eyes go wide and you cover your mouth to hide the smile.

“Charlotte, your father said not to say that word.”

She looked around the empty gym and back at you before she shrugged. “Dada seeping.”

Steve laughs for the first time since he showed up for the party.

“Don’t laugh, she’ll think it’s ok to say it.”

“I’m sorry.” Steve shook his head before placing a kiss on Lottie’s forehead. “I love you too, sweetheart.”

Lottie yawns and blinks slowly up at Steve with a sleepy and sweet smile.

“I think we should get to bed.”

“Yeah.”

“Steve

“Yeah?” He says as he gives Charlotte back to you.

You deserve all of the happiness in the world. You’ll find your person when the time is right and then you’ll have everything you ever wanted.”

“If I could get just a fraction of what you and Bucky have, I’d be happy.”

“You’ll have a love that rivals ours.” You smile at him. “Now come on, you need your rest too. By the way, did you know Tony was throwing a birthday bash on Saturday for Lottie?”

He gives you a sheepish smile as you get into the elevator. You just shake your head.

“You should be happy that you’re my best friend.”

“Trust me I am. I never want to be on the other side of your protective mama bear side.”

“Good. Now I’m gonna get her to bed. Goodnight Steve and do me a favor.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t blame yourself for any of this, I know she doesn’t.”

“I’ll try. Goodnight.”

****

You walk back into the bedroom to find Henry and Bucky just as you left them, or so you thought. The moment you lay down with Charlotte tucked into your side Bucky turns his head toward you.

“How is he?”

“Better now, I hope. You know how he is. He blamed himself for what happened.” You whispered.

“I’m guessing seeing Lottie also helped him.”

“Yup, I’m surprised you didn’t freak out when she wasn’t in bed.”

“I asked Friday, she told me Lottie was heading your way. Was she ok seeing Steve?”

“Yeah, you know she’d kick us to the curve if it meant spending time with him.”

He chuckles at that before finding your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours.

“You were amazing today. With everything, not just the incident. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Saturday rolled around faster than you would have liked. But the day was bright and hot, perfect for a pool party. Or in this case a water park because you should have known better than to assume a pool party for Tony was just using the pool. He had rented out as many inflatable water slides, bounce houses, ball pits, smaller pools and anything else water related he could. Game booths were set up to one side, a DJ was already playing songs. There were water guns and water balloon stations everywhere as well as towels for everyone. Tony had even gone as far as having extra swimsuits available for those who needed them. There were all kinds of food trucks and to top it all off a smaller version of the petting zoo he’d brought last time. The most important part of it though was the goat pen. All of the goats had on a version of the team's suits. It was ridiculous but you knew Lottie would love it.

The team stood to the side watching the birthday bash come to life as the guest walked from the parking lot to the entrance of the party.

You redid Henry’s messy little man bun to make sure he didn’t have to worry about getting his long hair in his face. Bucky was holding onto Charlotte who wore the bathing suit Tony got for her. A one piece bathing suit that looked like Belle’s yellow dress. Her hair was up in pigtails and she wore a sash that said birthday girl on it. She even had yellow water shoes to complete the look.

“Are you ready to have fun at your birthday party?” Tony asked Lottie.

“Is mine?” Lottie asked, wonderstruck at everything that was laid out before her.

“Of course it’s for you.”

“So nice. Tank you Tony.” She reached out for him to take her and her arms wrapped around his neck. “Lobe Tony.”

“Well I love you right back kiddo. Now how about we go have fun.”

“Habe fun.” Lottie claps in excitement and she’s whisked away by Tony, the rest of the team following close behind. Even Henry left you and Bucky behind as he ran alongside Steve.

Bucky takes your hand and you both take your time walking towards the festivities. As soon as you do though a water balloon hits Bucky straight in the chest followed by Henry’s giggles.

“Go get ‘em babe.” You say and let go of his hand. Bucky walks away slowly, it should be more intimidating but Henry just laughs before disappearing.

“Oh it’s so on.”

You look around to find Tony still had Lottie with him so you turn and find Wanda and Nat sitting back and tanning. They waved you over so you take the seat beside Wanda and the three of you just start catching up on everything you’ve missed the last three weeks.

****

You’re currently finishing up some ice cream with Bucky and the kids, sitting at one of the picnic tables in the shade when a security guard finds you. He’s polite and apologetic when he stops by the table.

“Ma’am I’m sorry to bother you but you’re needed at the entrance.” He smiles at you.

“Is something wrong?”

“No, your father is here and he asked if you could meet him there first.”

“Oh, thank you. Make sure you get some ice cream before you head back, it’s hot out.”

“I’m on duty ma’am but thank you.”

“If someone says something you send them my way.” You smile at him before turning to Bucky. “I’ll be right back.”

You head out towards the makeshift parking lot excited to see your dad after almost two months. This was all that was missing for the day to be perfect and you knew Lottie would be excited to see her grandpa. The smile you had on your face vanishes as you lay your eyes on your father. Standing beside him is your mother and your three siblings. You notice by his body language alone that your dad is pissed as he argues with you mother.

“Dad, is everything ok?” You ask once you stop in front of them. They all turn to face you.

“Hey Kitten.” He walks closer and pulls you into a hug. “I’m so sorry about this. I had no idea they were coming.”

“It’s ok.”

“Y/N, you can’t say hello to the rest of your family.”

“Hello mother. Hello everyone else.”

Beside your mother there was your older brother with his wife and daughter who was just a year older than Charlotte and your younger siblings. They were fraternal twins, one boy and one girl.

“What are you all doing here?”

Your mother scoffs. “You’ve never even invited us to your home and that is how you’re going to greet us?”

“Well no one other than dad has ever cared about me so why should I invite you here?”

“You are so dramatic Y/N. Our lives don’t revolve around you.”

“Loraine, don’t start.” Your father warned.

“Look, it’s my daughter’s birthday and if this is how you’re going to behave then you can leave right now because I won’t let you ruin this for her.”

“We just got the invitation, if you want us to go we will.” Luke, your older brother offered. You looked at him and then at his daughter who seemed excited to be there.

“Gwandpa!”

Lottie’s excited squeal came from the entrance to the festivities. As you turned you saw a yellow dot running full force towards you. Just behind her was Bucky and Henry. Your dad takes one knee and opens his arms to embrace Lottie. He’s almost knocked back with the force she slams into him and she giggles.

“There’s my princess. Happy birthday Charlotte.” Your dad pulled back to take a good look at her. “You’ve grown up so much and look at your hair.” He pulled lightly at one of the pigtails causing Lottie to giggle.

“Am big gwandpa. Am dis many.”

She holds up four little fingers to show him how old she is.

“That is a big girl, do big girls like presents.”

“Lobe pwesents.” She giggles again just as Bucky stopped beside you.

“Help an old man up Buck.”

“Sure thing Ed.” Bucky gives him a hand and pulls him up. Your dad excuses himself quickly to go back to his car.

“This is Bucky my boyfriend, Bucky this is my family. This is my mother Lorraine, my older brother Luke, his wife Molly and their daughter Olivia. And these are the twins Josh and Sofia.” You announce before looking down at the kids. “And these are our kids Henry and Charlotte.”

Your dad gets back just as you’re done with the introductions. There’s a bit of an awkward silence before your mother breaks it.

“They look nothing like you.”

You take a deep breath before answering. “If you plan on doing anything to ruin this party I will personally kick you out and smile while doing it. I don’t even know why you’re here but for the sake of my children I’m not going to cause a scene.”

You feel a little pat on your thigh and you look down at Charlotte.

“Yes sweet Angel?”

“Mama can pay wit new fwiend?” She asks as she points at your niece Olivia.

“You have to ask her parents first.”

Lottie turns around and looks up at your brother.

“Can pay wit new fwiend?”

“What do you say Olivia? Do you want to go play with Charlotte and Henry?” Your brother asks his very shy daughter. She only nods as she looks up at her dad. In turn he looks at you and you smile at him. “Ok you kids can go play.”

Lottie holds out her hand and Olivia takes it. Then she holds out her hand for Henry and they’re off running back to all the fun.

“I'll keep an eye on them.” Molly offers. “It’s good to see you again Y/N.” She says with a smile as she walks past you.

“Good to see you too.”

“I’ll go with her. I know how Lottie can be.” Your dad winks at you.

After they’ve gone you’re left with your mother and siblings. Bucky standing next to you with his hand on the small of your back.

“So, are we going to have any issues?”

“Nope.” The twins say in unison.

“No, I’d like Olivia to get to know her aunt, uncle and cousins.”

You smiled at your brother’s words and his subtle acceptance of Bucky even though your relationship barely existed. Everyone looks at your mother and even though she has sunglasses you know she’s rolling her eyes.

“Fine.”

“Good. Come on, I'll show you guys around.” You said it more to your siblings but your mother trailed behind.

Luke was quick to find Molly and your dad close to where the kids were playing. As soon as you’re in their sights Lottie comes up with Olivia by her side. It seems like they took to each other like ducks to water and you could at least be grateful for that. Olivia looks up at you, she looks very much like your brother when he was younger. She seems hesitant to say something but you crouch down at her level.

“Are you having fun?”

She nods.

“Did you want something? Maybe some juice or ice cream?”

She shakes her head and you smile softly at her. Olivia leans in and you mirror her.

“Do you know black widow?” She whispers with her hands cupping her mouth.

“I do, would you like to meet her?”

Olivia’s eyes go wide before she nods. You turn toward your brother silently asking for permission.

“I’ll go with you.” He says as he gets up from the table.

You look at Bucky who just nods in your direction.

“Come on Lottie, let’s find Nat.”

Lottie takes Olivia’s hand while you walk side by side with your brother. You find Nat not too far from where you were. Some agent was trying to chat her up. She looked bored at most so when she saw you she was quick to end the conversation.

“There you are, I was wondering where you went. And who’s this?” She eyed your brother and then your niece.

“This is my brother Luke and my niece, Olivia, she really wanted to meet you.”

“Hello.” Nat said as she crouched down to be at the girl’s eye level.

“Nat, habe new fwiend. Is olibia.”

“It’s nice to meet you Olivia, my name is Nat. Are you having fun?”

Olivia nods her head as she slightly hides behind Lottie. You shoot Nat a grateful smile as she continues to make conversation with the girls.

“She seems like a great kid.” Luke tells you.

“She is, she’s the extrovert out of the two of them. I think Henry will get there eventually.”

“You seem happy.”

“Extremely happy.”

“I probably don’t have the right to ask or anything but… does he treat you right? I mean I know about his past and I’m not judging him or anything but I just want to know that you’re ok.”

Luke had always tried his best to keep you safe when he could but he was also a child. Eventually he did as he was told, mostly staying away from you. If he didn’t he’d get in trouble too.

“He does, Bucky is a wonderful man and father. He’d do anything for us.”

“That’s good. I’m glad you found someone, you deserve to be happy.”

“Thank you. I’d like to maybe set up a day so the girls can play. Maybe a weekend so that you can stay over or even have the kids do a sleepover.”

“Yeah, we can manage that.”

You smile up at your brother before turning back to the girls and offering to play some games with them.

****

Steve runs up to you with a smile on his face. It was nice to see him back to his old self. His eyes drift from you to Luke.

“Hey magnet,” he gave you a cheeky smile. “Where’d you go?”

“I was meeting my family at the parking lot. Steve this is my older brother Luke, Luke this is Steve.”

“Wow, it is such an honor to meet you.” Your brother sticks his hand out excitedly. But you could see Steve’s expression change slightly.

“I thought I’d never get to meet the rest of Y/N’s family.”

“Steebie look, habe new fwiend.” Lottie comes up to the three of you. “Is olibia.”

“This is my niece.”

“Hello darling, are you having fun?” Steve asks as he crouches down. Lottie immediately getting closer to Steve could wrap his arms around her. She rests her back into his chest. Olivia nods shyly at him before she gives him a smile. “Well that’s good. Lottie, have you seen your brother?”

“Bubba wit gwandpa.” She points towards the picnic tables.

“Eddie’s here?”

“Yup.” You say. “I’ll walk back with you so I can introduce you to everyone else.”

Once you’re at the table again you introduce Steve to the rest of your family, your sister in law and younger siblings gawk at shirtless Steve. Always a gentleman Steve shakes hands but you can see his jaw clench when he reaches your mother. He’d seen you cry enough times over this family to know she was the main cause of it.

“Henry, did you want to do that water balloon fight now? We can sneak up on Sam and Clint.”

“Yeah!” Henry shot up out of his seat.

“I’ll bring him back in a bit.”

“Hey doll, wanna go play with the goats?” Bucky had turned to Lottie.

“Can pay wit olibia an goats?”

Your mother scoffs. “Should you really be allowing Olivia around her for so long? I mean we don’t know the child. She could be a bad influence.”

You could hear the metal plates of Bucky’s arm adjusting as he clenched his fist. Immediately you put your hand on his forearm and squeeze. A silent request to let you handle it.

“They’ve been playing just fine.

“Really mom?”

“Why would you say that?”

Your dad, Luke and Molly speak up. Lottie doesn’t understand what’s going on so she just looks up at your brother with hopeful eyes

“I’ll go with ya Buck.” Your dad offers. “Come on girls, let's go see the goats.” The girls happily start walking away from the table still holding hands.

Bucky silently gets up from the table and walks away stepping in line with your father.

“What is wrong with you?”

“What? I know we’re all thinking about it.” Your mother shrugs her shoulders.

“Ma,” Henry reappeared across from you on the table, startling everyone else. His smile was brilliant and his eyes were bright and you can’t help but smile back at him. “I got uncle Clint in the face with a water balloon, twice.”

“You should see how many more times you can get him before he gets you.”

“Ok.” He says happily before running and then literally disappearing into the crowd.

“He turns invisible?” Josh asks.

“Yup.”

“That’s Awesome.”

“What about his sister?” This time it’s Sofia asked.

“She can see the future.”

“Oh great two more freaks.” Your mother mutters but it was loud enough for you to hear.

It was enough to make your blood boil. To your surprise your siblings and Molly came to the kids' defense. But you stood up and grabbed your mother by her arm and pulled her in the direction of the building. This conversation was a long time coming and you weren’t going to do it in public.

You made it to the closest conference room available, shutting the door behind your mother and your siblings. It took you a moment to compose yourself because of years of mistreatment and full on neglect on your mother’s part.

“Don’t you ever talk about them like that ever again.”

“Why are you always overreacting?”

“I am not overreacting, you are just cruel. You always have been, you’ve always treated me differently than them.” You motioned toward your brothers and sister. “I had no choice but to accept it but I won’t allow you to disrespect my family.”

“Your family?” Your mother scoffs. “One freak raising two more. That man is just playing house with you. Do you think he really wouldn’t be out there looking for someone better? I mean I know he’s a murderer and everything but still, he could do so much better than you.”

“Mom!” Luke yelled. “That’s enough.”

“What Luke? Don’t tell me you aren’t thinking the same thing. He’s playing house with a freak just so that she can raise his two kids. It’s pathetic even for you.”

“That’s enough! I didn’t ask for any of this.

What did I ever do to you?”

“You were born!” She yells. “From the first moment you started showing signs you were weird, absolutely everything revolved around you. It was exhausting. We had to change everything about our lives to accommodate you and somehow you still managed to hurt us.”

“I didn’t ask to be born with my abilities but you chose to treat me the way you did. I’m sick of your attitude and the way you made sure none of my siblings ever wanted to be around me. You treated me like the black sheep of the family for something I had no control over. And on top of that you were always so abusive.”

“Abusive?” Eddie asked behind you. You whipped around to find your dad accompanied by Bucky and Molly. You assumed the latter had gone to find them. “What abuse?”

“It’s nothing dad.”

“Bullshit.” Luke spoke up and the twins nodded in agreement. “If you don’t say anything I will.”

“There is nothing to say, she’s being dramatic like always.”

“She’s not, dad.” Sofia spoke up. “It only happened whenever you were gone.”

“Mom was horrible to Y/N. She would tell us that Y/N was going to kill us because she couldn’t control herself. Mom would keep her locked up in the basement for hours.” Josh looked in your direction. “We’re sorry for everything, we know better now.”

Bucky moved towards you, he pulled you in and wiped away the tears you had started shedding. This was too much, the heartbreak on your father’s face was making the room feel too small.

“Why did no one else say anything? Why didn’t you?” Your father looked from your siblings to you.

“I was a scared kid.”

“Kitten…” you could see the guilt in his eyes before he turned to your mother. “Everyone get out.”

“Dad

“I said out.” His tone is not leaving space to argue.

The moment the door is closed you can hear him yelling at your mother. Bucky pulled you away from the shouting and into his chest. You sobbed into his chest as he comforted you.

“Don’t.” He whispered before you heard your brother behind you.

“She’s my sister.”

“Yeah? Then where were you when she needed you? Once you grew up you were free to make your own choices and you chose to keep quiet. You left her alone and made her think she wasn’t loved.”

“I’m gonna go find the kids.” You pulled away from Bucky and gave him a sad smile.

“Y/N, can we talk, please?”

“I don’t really want to talk right now.” You say over your shoulder.

Before you take a step the door to the conference room opens and your mother looks furious. It was the same look that she would use to terrorize you. It was full of anger, disgust and hate, but those were her true feelings towards you. She walked toward you with purpose. You froze on the spot, breath caught in your lungs as the same fear crept up on you. At that moment you weren’t highly trained in hand to hand combat or an avenger. You hadn’t been through multiple near death experiences. No, in that moment you were a little girl

Bucky was one step ahead and as your mother lifted her hand to slap you, just as she had done some many times before, he stopped her. The look on her face mirrored the horror in yours as she looked at the black and gold pattern of Bucky’s arm.

“Let go of me, you murderer.” She raged.

Bucky turned her so that she would face him and took a step toward her. With every step he took she would move back one until she hit a wall. His left hand rested against the wall near her head, his eyes were dark and face held a murderous expression.

“You don’t get to hurt her anymore.” Bucky said through gritted teeth. Although he was channeling the winter soldier more than anything.

“You touch me, I'll make sure you go to jail.”

“And you think I wouldn’t smile in my mug shot? You leave right now and you never come back. And she isn’t a freak or weird, she’s a great woman,an amazing friend and an incredible mother. You don’t deserve to be breathing the same air as her. Get out.” Bucky said before stepping back. Everyone in the hallway hadn’t dared to move as they watched him.

“Luke, Sofia, Josh let’s go.”

You shut down at that point. It’s what always happens. They did as they were told, they didn’t think about how much it hurt you that they never really stood up for you or protected you. Your mother started walking toward the door confidently thinking your siblings were following her. She turned around and glared at them.

“I said let’s go.”

“No mom.” Sofia shook her head. “We want to stay.”

“Josh. Let’s go.”

Josh shakes his head and steps closer to Sofia.

“Luke?”

“Mom, we're done doing what you tell us.”

“Do you see what you’ve done? You’ve broken this family.” Your mom tells you.

“Lorraine you’ve done enough. Leave.”

“Fine but I don’t want any of you to look for me once you realize the mistake you’ve made by choosing this freak and her so-called family.”

She glared at you one last time and walked out. You can see a security guard just outside escorting away from the building and the party. Once the door closed you felt like you could breathe again. You looked at your siblings and then at your dad who took a step closer to you but you held your hand up.

“I need a minute.” You whispered and then walked away.

****

You gave yourself thirty minutes. Just half an hour to cry before pulling yourself together to celebrate your sweet angel’s birthday the right way. You washed your face and headed outside.

The afternoon went by a whole lot better. The team was aware that something had happened but they didn’t pry and you were thankful for that. Your family tried to talk about it but you shut them down immediately, the day wasn’t about you. You decided to focus on Charlotte and Henry and do anything and everything you could to see those beaming smiles on their faces.

As the sun was setting Tony gathered everyone around the dance floor and brought the team and your family to the front. He presented Lottie with another cake and everyone that was there sang happy birthday. She giggled just like she did the first time.

Once the sun finally set and most of the guests were gone you asked your family to stay. Bucky was kind enough to set them up in the apartment he once occupied. While he did that you made sure the kids showered and then you did as well. Charlotte had asked if she could have a sleepover with Olivia and neither you or your brother could say no.

As you finish tucking the girls in you can hear whispered voices coming from Henry’s room. You get closer to the door to hear Henry and your dad talking.

*****

“So you’re mama’s dad?” Henry asks.

“Yup, and that makes me your grandpa.”

“What do grandpas do?”

“Oh well we can do all sorts of things. We have fun together, give you candy and extra dessert even if your parents say no. Especially if your parents say no. We can go fishing together. As a matter of fact I’m gonna take you and your dad on a fishing trip real soon.” Eddie explains.

“Would you love me? Even if I’m a freak?”

“Why would you think you’re a freak?”

“I heard that lady say it. She told mom she was a freak and that she was raising two more freaks. I know mama was sad about it but she didn’t want to show it. Who was that lady?”

“Did you disappear and follow them in?” Henry nodded and Eddie sighed. He looked at Henry before pulling him out of bed and sitting him in his lap.

“That was your mom’s mom.”

“But she’s so mean. Mama isn’t mean, mama is good. She always takes care of us and gives us hugs and kisses when we’re sad. Why can’t her mama do that?”

“I wish I knew Henry. Your mama is so good and she has so much love to give. I think that’s why she’s such a good mama. And she deserves to have people that love her just as much. But to answer your other question, yes, I do love you and I don’t think you’re a freak. You and your sister are special like your mom and while there will be people that won’t accept you, you’ll always have your family that will love and support you.”

Henry just nods while looking up at his grandfather.

“Now do you want me to read you a book before lights out?”

“Yes please.”

“Alright kiddo get into bed while I get a book.”

****

You turn away just as Bucky walks back into the hallway. He quietly follows you into your bedroom and watches you walk around finishing your nighttime routine. Bucky settles down in bed and the moment you join him he pulls you into his lap. He lets you cry for as long as you want while he holds on tightly.

“I’ve got you, sugar. Just let it out.”

“Today was a lot. I didn’t expect to see them here. I almost ruined everything.”

“Oh baby no you didn’t.” Bucky put a hand under your chin so that he could make you look at him. “You handled that very well, even when she was insulting our kids. I’m so sorry you had to deal with that as a kid.”

“Is it sad that it wasn’t even as bad as what I got?”

“Just a little, but you don’t have to worry about her anymore. You have me and the kids, the team. And your family is here.”

“They stayed.” You whispered.

“They chose you this time. And that should count for something.”

“It does but I don’t know where to go from here.”

“It’s not your job to fix it, it’s theirs. But we’ll figure it out tomorrow.” Bucky moved you two around until you were both lying back all cuddled up.

“Thank you for being there for me today.”

“You don’t have to thank me, protecting you and the kids is my job. I’ll go up against anyone that tries to hurt you. It doesn’t matter if it’s your mom or hydra, I won’t stop until you’re safe.”

You knew he was right. Still you voiced your thanks again. The next day would bring on new emotions and old wounds would be open but hopefully you would be going in the right direction. A chance to finally have a relationship with your own siblings and give the kids more people to love them.

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The Process of Wanting

Chapter 13

using an August prompt from @jilymicrofics @jilymicro-oops : Demigod

James' nerves were showing their face again, except this time, he felt that underlying excitement that you get when you’re just about to arrive at the peak of a rollercoaster. He had already cleaned his bedroom from top to bottom, wiped down the bathroom, and tidied the living room - all while getting weird but silent looks from Remus and Sirius as they watched TV. He still hadn’t answered Sirius’ question and he was hoping after tonight he could get some further clarity on what to tell others about his relationship with Lily.

Continue reading below or read on A03

Finally, Lily arrived. Standing tall, in a slim olive green t-shirt and wearing what seemed to be black tight yoga pants - he was speechless from the get-go. After a brief, awkward greeting from his mates, he ushered her into his bedroom.

She shot him an amused look, “You alright?” Lily asks, setting her overnight bag (yes, overnight bag - someone pinch him), next to his bedside table.

He takes a deep breath, hoping to god that he’s face isn’t as red as he thinks it is. “Yeah - sorry, they love to make things awkward.” James nods his head towards the living room, silently sending every curse he can think of to his so-called ‘friends’.

Lily chuckles softly before stepping closer and running her hands up his chest, “You haven’t told them what this is really about yet, have you?”

She doesn’t sound accusing, but more amused than anything. James, confused, looks down at her, and naturally settles his hands on her waist.

“Um, Remus knows - I’m sorry if I’m not supposed to tell anyone.”

He tenses himself for the disappointment, waits for the first crack in their already fragile beginnings.

“James, it’s fine. We’re not a secret. It’s up to you who you tell, especially regarding the more…vulnerable parts.”

James perplexedly scans her face. Her stunning green eyes, her asymmetrical smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, her full top lip. She seems more relaxed than when they first started this…thing, and that revelation seems to make something click inside of him.

“I want to tell Sirius but to be honest, I’m not quite sure what to tell him, I don’t want to be this person but I have no idea how else to ask…” He frowns, his eyes unfocusing as he loses his confidence.

“You want to know what we are?” Lily asks for him.

Her eyes drop down to her hands, her fingers tracing the words on his secondary school football training shirt.

James nods, willing his heart to slow down before Lily realises how un-cool he really is.

“You can just tell him we’re dating? It’s the simplest explanation.”

“And are we dating?” James finds himself saying.

“I’m not seeing anyone else, so I guess we are?”

“It’s not just physical?”

Lily pauses, her hands stop with their fiddling and instead travel up gently to his shoulders. “I’m no therapist but I think we both know that we can’t just do physical and need something… a little more to overcome this barrier we seem to get ourselves trapped in, in the past.”

James nods, eyes finally meeting hers.

“It feels comfortable with you, but in an exciting way.” He says slowly, eyes now trained on her lips - tempting him.

Lily, sensing the change between the two of them, grips his shoulders tightly before leaning forward. It’s a slow movement - the two of them - different to previous moments. A firm touch of her waist gives his consent. Her hands finally reaching their destination, wrapping gently around his neck before raising to meet his lips with hers.

It’s a long, deep kiss. One that makes his toes curl into the carpet and his body vibrates from his groan. It’s an indulgent kiss, one that tells him she’s present, and she wants to be there, with him and for him.

He pulls her closer to him, relishing in her curves and the sounds she makes between kisses. It’s enough to spur him into walking backwards until he hits his bed, falling backwards with a laugh. Lily stops herself from falling on top of him with an elegant disentangle and instead climbs seductively onto his lip.

Her pupils blown wide, she looks positively ravished already and James can’t help but want more - he just has no idea how to ask for it.

Instead Lily takes the first move. “Can I take your shirt off?”

It’s the first time they've removed some sort of clothing - always a barrier to the line that James could never seem to cross with previous partners but in this instance, he rapidly can’t help but stumble out a quick and enthusiastic, “Yes please”.

Lily's smile brightens her entire face, her eyes crinkling with a knowing look.

She peels his t-shirt off and flings his shirt across the room, her eyes never leaving his body. He’s not ashamed of his body, on the contrary, his body clearly shows he works out regularly enough, and according to Lily’s now open mouth, he’s right to not be ashamed.

“What are you, some Demigod ?” She gapes, her hands now exploring his skin.

He wriggles underneath her touch, her fingers leaving a heat behind that makes his fingers itch.

“I knew you were hot, but hot underneath your clothes too? I feel like that’s unfair.” She mumbles, eyes still drinking him in.

James laughs lightly, feeling overwhelmed and overheated. But he doesn’t want to stop, and maybe this time, he won't.

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lovelycupid47 · 1 year ago

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Enchanted | Kim Namjoon One-shot

a/n: Second one fan fic. This is based on the song Enchanted by Taylor Swift. Hope you enjoy it!

pairing: Prince!Namjoon x Princess! Female Y/N

warning: A**hole men, no hate towards any idols involved, disapproving parents, and cheesy lines.

"There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely placeShifting eyes and vacancy"

You were yet again at another ball that your parents forced you to attend. You are the heir of the Busan kingdom, and currently, your parents are looking for a prince for you to marry. You were excited. You were going to find the love of your life and live happily ever after, however, you didn’t think that every prince you met was a complete asshole.

Prince Seokjin was nonstop complimenting himself and even commented that I should watch my figure. Prince Jungkook asked if he was allowed to have many other princesses to sleep with. Lastly, Prince Yongbok was judging you on how you talk with other men, then he would have you follow him everywhere which just annoyed you to the bone. Every man you tried dating was nowhere near the guy you dreamed of. The constant change meant attending more balls to find the suitor. It was fun in the beginning, but now it was becoming more tedious and forced. It was the same thing over and over. Smile, curtsey, introduce yourself and your status, and try to listen to the prince bragging themselves. Everything was just the same thing as usual until someone captivating caught your attention.

"Your eyes whispered, “Have we met?”

Across the room, your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me"

A tall man in a royal blue pristine suit approached you. He was smiling so beautifully with his tan milky skin and adorable dimples that were protruding out, his hair was chocolatey brown and swept to the side, no strand misplaced, “Hello, my name is Kim Namjoon. Prince of Ilsan.” He bowed down with his left arm behind his back while his right arm was around his waist.

“Pleasant to meet you, Prince Kim. My name is Park Y/N. Princess of Busan.” You curtsied. You were so distracted by his sparkling eyes that was gazing at you and only you.

“If you don’t mind, may I have this dance?” He extended his hand towards you and you gladly accepted it. Your hands were so small compared to his and noticed how smooth and warm his hands were. You both walked toward the middle of the dance floor. There were a couple of people there, but it felt like it was just you and him at that moment.

“So why is Princess Park doing here by herself?” He gently puts his right arm around your waist and holds your left hand while you put your right hand on his shoulder. You had a more clear view of his gorgeous face where you noticed a mole below his lips that you found adorable.

“Well if you must know Prince Kim, I’m looking for a potential suitor and I’m not alone. My parents are talking with fellow friends. What about you?”

“I’m here just for the fun of it. Parents are trying to save their reputation, so going to parties and showing face is the only way.” He seemed like he was forced to me here too.

“That is really a bummer.” You pouted.

“Not really. If I wasn’t forced to be here, I wouldn’t be able to lay my eyes on the most gorgeous lady in the room. Especially a lady who has delicate features that can resemble a bunny, sparkling eyes that can hold the world in them, and glossy pink lips that are hard to resist to kiss.” He looked directly into your eyes and made you gasp. You felt your stomach flutter and your heartbeat fast. This was the only time a prince actually complimented you so intimately. It left you feeling giggly. You shyly smiled and looked down at your dress.

“Well aren’t you being bold Prince Kim-”

“Call me Namjoon.” You looked up and saw him smiling with dimples and his eyes glittering in the lights.

“Namjoon… Then call me Y/N.”

“Y/N. A beautiful name for something you want to love.” At this point, you haven’t paid attention to anything surrounding you because you are so captivated by the handsome man in your arms.

"The playful conversation startsCounter all your quick remarksLike passing notes in secrecyAnd it was enchanting to meet you"

Through the whole night, you and Namjoon talked through the whole ball. You both found interest in reading novels, loved being in nature, and wrote poems in your free time. He is quite poetic and always any way to compliment you using quotes from his poems. The night was so wonderful that you didn’t want it to end. You both ended up outside in the garden, admiring the stars that shone on both of you. It was such a magical night that nothing could ruin it.

“Y/N, where are you?” You can hear your mother calling you from inside. You looked back at Namjoon and grabbed his hand.

“Come inside, I can introduce my parents to you. They would love you, I know it.” You tried dragging him inside but he was pulling away. “Y/N, I don’t think they would like to see me.” He was standing away from you while looking away.

“Of course they would. They are the ones that have been wanting to find my suitor and now I have you and they would be delighted.” You tried persuading but it seems like he doesn’t believe it.

“It’s not that, its the fact-”

“Y/N! There you are. Your father and I have been looking for you.” You saw your parents walking towards you and you excitedly dragged Namjoon towards them.

“Father, Mother. I finally found a suitor that I wanted to marry. This is Prince Kim Namjoon of the Ilsan Kingdom.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you your majesties.” Namjoon bowed in front of your parents and you saw the shift of expression from your parents that didn’t sit right with you

“Prince of Ilsan, you say?” Your father questioned with narrowed eyes.

“Y-yes sir.” You can tell that this is not going to be good.

“The Ilsan Kingdom that is slowly going down and losing their citizens?” Your father advanced close to Namjoon and you started feeling scared.

“Yes sir, but we are slowly gaining back our population and with me in charge, we are changing for good.” Namjoon was sweating really bad and he knew where this conversation is going. He has been in this situation many times and sometimes it does bring some humiliation to him, but he tries to be confident.

“Yeah, I don’t believe that. That is the same thing your father said to me when he was becoming king.” your mother spoke up. This made Namjoon tensed up because he knew that was true. The Ilsan kingdom has been in shambles for decades and it seems like nothing was working. That is the reason why he is here. To gain some connection, but he got distracted by the beauty beside him.

“I understand ma’am, but I can guarantee that this time everything will change.” Both of your parents didn’t say anything which worried you even more.

“Mother, Father, I was wondering if it would be okay that Namjoon becomes my suitor. I really like him and believe he can become an excellent king in the future. He is bold, strong, and intelligent. He has every good quality to become a king and a husband.” You tried bragging hoping that if you smoothed them over, they would be less tense with him.

“Daughter, you want him to be your husband. You must be joking.” Your mother insulted you, which you didn’t take kindly.

“Yes, I do.” You stood your ground and didn’t stand down from your mother’s stare.

“We don’t approve.” Your father declared. You never thought your heart could break from hearing those words.

“But I want to-”

“It is not about what you want, daughter. It is about what is good for the kingdom. You marrying him would not only tarnish our image but also our kingdom. It would be in shambles just like theirs.” Your father argued, “You are not to marry this failure of a prince. Do you understand me?” You were speechless but didn’t want to comply. “DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?” He yelled. You sadly nodded.

“Good. Say your goodbyes, and meet us at the front.” That was the last thing your mother said before she and your father left to go back inside.

You and Namjoon stood in silence. Neither wanted to leave the other. Wanted to grasp onto any little time you guys had left.

“Y/N, can you promise something?” He blurted while grabbing both of your hands into his.

“Of course anything.” You stared deeply into his eyes. You actually think that this man could be the love of your life. You enjoyed your time with him more than anything in the world.

“I know that I may not be the best suitor because your parents don't approve, but please wait for me. I would come back for you and ask for your hand in marriage once I handle my kingdom.” You can tell that his eyes were glossing over, this was hurting him as much as it was hurting for you. You don’t want to let him go. He was the only man that has shown any genuine interest and felt a deep connection.

“I’m pretty sure if I can persuade them, they would love you as much as I do. It’s okay Namjoon, we can figure it out. Please stay with me.” You were close to tears at this point. You don't want to let go to the only man that you can love.

"It's okay, everything will be okay. This was the very first page. Not where the storyline ends of me and you." He pressed his forehead against yours and it felt like it was just you and him.

"My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again." Tears started to cascade down your cheeks.

"Please don't be in love with someone else, while I'm gone. It was enchanting to meet you."

That was the last thing he said to you before you never saw him again.

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ballerinainterrupted · 5 months ago

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Idk if this girl likes me and I need help I’m so confuseddd ahhh!

So basically I use to like this girl and had a basicly fell in love with her js everything about her I was head over heels for and we became reallyyyyyyy good friends and till this day we still are we talk everyday and all and I told her liked her around the time I started liking her. 2ish years later which brings us to now and I kinda like her still and I’m lowkey head over heels for her still but almost in a we’re friends type of way like I truly would do anything for her and she would do anything for me and more and has made it clear and has most definitely proved herself on that from out past anyways she’s been single for a little while now and I’ve never dated or experienced anything romantic really to be honest she’s been telling me about this girl she’s been really good friends with for a good lil while and said she’s really crushing on her and of course I get all excited for her and everything and start asking questions about the girl and how they both are doing you know and she says a lil bit about her and I start to think that this girl sounds REALLLYYYY similar to me but I also don’t know if she’s actually talking about someone else and I’m being delusional and crazy!! Ahhh! But here’s the thing that makes me think she’s talking about me she has recently been not flirting with me but being lovey dovey to me atleast that’s what it feels like for me she has called me pretty girl and says that’s my new nickname for me and won’t stop calling me pretty girl now and it absolutely melts my heart completely and makes me wanna js scream like AHHHHHHHH! I literally start blushing practically she also says her reposts on tt are all about friends to lovers currently and she posted 2 that I felt like most definitely applied to me 1 shows the “clique” tall and short stereotype where a girl is stepping on the others shoes to kiss her because she’s to short and I’m 4”11 she’s about 5”6 5”7 and has always been taller than me another one was a girl saying “me becuse somones daughter has me acting up” and it shows a girl showing off her craft she made for the girl and it had a bunch of hello kitty stickers and drawings etc. (that’s my favorite thing of all time) another thing that makes me think it’s me is that she keeps mentioning how our other friend is “suspecting” something between us and thinks she likes me and I have more she one time asked me what’s my type because I dint talk about my type really much at all so I described it and it fit her pretty well (which makes sense why I used to like her obvs) she also has admitted she “used” to have a bigg crush on me to and told me all about it (I never knew anything About her liking me) but I still seriously suspect she hasn’t gotten over it and hasn’t mentioned anything about her over it she has called me ml which is what she refers to her romantic partners to and has in the past we both really have soft spot for each other and has flirted with me (like serious flirting against the wall or trying lay each others heads on each other and yes I fold,blush,giggle,and go crazy Inside when she does that) as a joke somtimes and smiles as she does so every time a girl flirts with her I hype her up and tell her to go for it and she says no or she doesn’t like her she has said “she’s never giving up on me” (we haven’t seen each other in almost a year lil under a year) so idk if that means distance wise or she likes me and won’t give up yk we are going to the same school in the middle of this year and I’ll finally be able to see her after almost a year and we’re both really exited and always talk about how much we miss each other all the time! :))

PLEASE TELL ME IF IM BEING DELUSIONAL AND CRAZY I TAKE HONESTY WELL I JUST WANNA KNOW IF SHE LIKES ME OR NOT!!

thank you sooo much I’m advance for reading all of that esp if u reply 💗💗🎀 (love your tumblr so much princess!!)

Omggg I def think she likes u its obvi yall r gonna be sooo cute send more updates and u should really start blogging I'm praying for u ♡

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Blind Date Event ~ Kyros X Reader

Thank you to everyone who submitted applications for my Blind Date Matchmaking Event. I hope you enjoy these lovely bedtime stories during this week of overpriced chocolates, flowers and heart shaped things. @imaultrabossbruh ma'am the way I am so fucking jealous of you...whew. Anyways enjoy the best husband and father material in OP (besides Bege ofc)

Mostly fluff, SFW, Kyros X Female reader, first blind date experience. WC: 1.1K. Minors DNI - my content is for mature audiences only

Retired Lieutenant Colonel Kyros stepped out of his car to let you slide in the backseat. He was a striking, tall man with a kind face and gorgeous black locks. You weren’t expecting to be driven by a chauffeur but that was apparently one of the perks from being honorably discharged from the army, according to him.

While the two of you sat in the car comfortably, Lieutenant Colonel – no he insists you call him Kyros, please – pulls out the neatly folded pamphlet from the matchmaking medium.

“I have to be honest with you, ______. I did not sign up for this matchmaking event. My daughter signed me up. But please, do not take it the wrong way. I am excited to be here, I just have not dated in a very long time and I’m not sure I know how to do it anymore.”

His voice had a foreign accent you couldn’t quite place but it suited him well. Everything about his appearance suited him. The way his suit accentuated all his muscled mass, the way his hair was pulled back and not trying to hide the scar on his face, everything about the way he presented himself was confident and impressive to say the least.

So, it shocked you to hear how…insecure he sounded.

He held his hands up in surrender, “Wait I do not think that came out right. Argh, I’m sorry I think I am already, how do you say, blowing it up.”

You giggle, cautiously reaching a hand to his arm. He tensed a little.

“Its ok Kyros. I haven’t been on a date in a while either.”

He looked you over, analyzing your face. He let a smile form on his face and his body relaxed. “My daughter would say I am a hot mess right now.”

That made you laugh and he took the opportunity to quickly glance at pamphlet, the car finally humming to life as the driver plugged in the GPS coordinates. Kyros blushed, eyes narrowing as he read over the ice breaker topics. You noticed some sweat droplets forming on his temple.

“Tell me about yourself Kyros. You’re retired from the army with impressive honors and you have a daughter old enough to sign you up for blind dating. But what makes you Kyros the man?”

“______, that’s…” he sighed, “That’s a bit of a long story.”

It was but you hung on to his every word. His unfortunate and rough background, his criminal record, how he turned himself around and joined the army, finding and losing his first love, and the life of a single dad. By the time he finished speaking, the car had pulled up to the restaurant.

“Ah, I’m sorry I spent all that time talking about me,” he nervously massaged his neck.

“The date technically hasn’t started so don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you,” you smile warmly.

Kyros felt relieved by that. Truth was, he did see his daughter sign him up for the blind date but he became so flustered at the gesture that he pretended he never noticed. So far you hadn’t been turned off by his anxiety, his disability nor the fact that he had a teenage daughter. He felt like those would surely be deal breakers for most people; not you it seems and that gave him a spark of hope.

Being the gentleman he is, he held the door open for you and pulled out your seat for you. You were not used to someone being this well-mannered. Could your era of dating fuck boys finally be at an end?!

Drinks and food were shared between you as your night continued. You told him more about yourself: your crazy work schedule from the job you were very passionate about, your family, your hobbies, what you were looking for in a relationship.

Kyros drank his mimosa and listened politely to you. He appreciated how lively you were talking about your passions and your family. Kyros valued family above all else. He appreciated that your principles lined up and he was pretty certain you were feeling the same way. But he had to know…

“_____, I know we’ve briefly talked about my daughter and I don’t want to keep bringing her up while we enjoy our night getting to know each other. I find that I am quite enjoying your company. A lot. And I just need to know now that you do not have any reservations about it. My daughter is my life and one of my deal breakers is someone who could not accept Rebecca because she is a reminder of my last marriage. So please, tell me now before I start to fall for you – will that be an issue for you?” his gaze was firm, analytic.

You had to suppress any noises for fear of giving the wrong impression.

“Of course not, Kyros. If it was, I would have stepped out of the car the second you said you didn’t sign up for the event.”

Kyros eyes nearly bugged out of his face. He forgot he did mention it while the car was still parked in front of your home. You had the free pass to exit right then and there and you did not take it.

“Right,” his face relaxed. “Good to know.”

And that was the last wave of tension that rolled off his shoulders. The rest of your night was full of excitement and fun. Kyros didn’t let completely loose, still maintaining his decorum as a highly decorated officer of course. That did not however, stop him from borderline hogging the karaoke machine.

There was no line or official sign-up sheet, so Kyros took that as permission to sing his heart out. Finding covers by artists you mentioned you enjoyed, you were extremely pleased to hear that Kyros was a PHENOMENAL singer. Like he could go on The Voice and probably win he was that good.

You cheered him on and that inspired him to serenade with the final song of the evening. It was the best rendition of Santana’s Smooth you’d ever heard in your life. That was the moment you felt something blossom in your chest, flush reaching your cheeks and ears, clapping with the audience who stood to applause him.

Kyros paid the bill and walked you out with his arm holding yours. As he opened the car door he looked at you with a charismatic smile, one that nearly made you swoon.

“If you would allow me, I would like to take you on another date. Perhaps to the local national park trail and enjoy a picnic?”

You hoped the smile on your face could match even a fraction of your delight. “I would love a second date.” The happiness in his smile reflected the shine in his eyes as he reached down and pressed a kiss to your temple.

“I am glad we were matched tonight, ______.”

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joe9cool · 2 years ago

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Collide-Justin Herbert- 27

A/N: The usual disclaimers. I do not know anyone or any drama. Its fanfiction purposes.

It was a few days since the loss and Sara hadn't heard anything. Well that wasn't entirely true, after a few hours he responded to her message.

Thanks

At least she got some response. She gave him leeway with this one. It stung, she was still not over the loss in some way, and she wasn't on the field.

She knew Justin like she knew the back of her hand, he was beating himself up over the passes and all the chances. Bosa was pissed about the call on him. Sara messaged him and got no response. However AnnSophie said he was talking to her so at least he had someone.

As far as the set went no one suspected that something was up with Sara, even Erika stayed out of her way, which was good. She was getting on her last nerve and her plane back to Los Angeles couldn't come soon enough.

She got through her scenes, the director and set crew blown away by her performance of an emotional character. This is what she loved about acting, if the scene called for anger or heartbreak she could do it. Sara could pour all of that into a character. She wasn't an Oscar nominated actress for nothing. They finished their scenes and she was able to go back to the hotel. As she checked her phone she was still discouraged that there was nothing from Justin. Her mom called to tell her all about her girls cruise and Sara was able to fake enough excitement for her. Cathy asked her all about AbuDhabi and brought up setting her up again with one of her girlfriends sons. "Mom please stop, I'm fine."

Once she hung up she didn't realize Erika was in the room. "Jeez you scared me!" Erika laughed as she was packing for her flight. "You know you could just get your mom off your back if you told her you were seeing someone." Sara rolled her eyes. "Yeah and then have it been told to the entire Pittsburgh stock district?"

"True, but you always complain about not being invited to these couples' things and being left out. How long do you expect to date him and not tell anyone?"

"We are going to discuss more details about that side once I'm back home and I don't have work commitments. Right now he's getting over the playoffs and I'm here." She sighed. "I can't wait til the 27th. I can at least comfort him and just be there."

Erika nodded. "Yeah, there's an Athletic article talking about how upset he is."

"I'm avoiding social media. My poor baby. I made the mistake of going on twitter yesterday and it was everywhere. Emmanuel Acho was going off and I couldn't." Sara shook her head. "I just want to kiss and cuddle him, and make him dinner." And Sara smiled and Erika knew she was going to say something out of pocket. "And suck him off," her friend laughed and threw her head back. "EWW SARA CHRISTINE!" The girls began laughing. "I don't doubt you take care of him. You forget I heard you guys before we left." Sara went red. "Oh god" Erika laughed. "So how does this work? He's so tall!" Sara swatted at her friend. "I'm not telling you that!"

"Oh come on you probably told Bella!" It was true, Sara had no issue spilling to Bella the dirty details about their sex life. Maybe in some way Sara and Erika were drifting apart. They were now more colleagues than best friends. Sara needed to work on that once they came back. "I've made some comments, but I haven't said anything too crazy." Sara lied. Before Erika could say anything, there was a knock at the door. Timothee poked his head in. "Hey we are going to dinner Austin and I, Zendaya as well. She just got in yesterday."

Sara's jaw dropped. "Z is here? How did I miss that?" He laughed "She surprised us, but you were in your trailer watching your man's game"

"Well we will be there." Sara jumped up and got ready while Erika said she just wanted to pack since her flight was tomorrow. Sara decided on makeup and a nice presentable outfit within the ten minutes she had to get ready. Her hair was destroyed from all the products and she didn't have time to wash it so it was a slick back ponytail. Once she was satisfied with her look she took a mirror selfie and joined the group in the car, she said goodbye to Erika and they departed. Zendaya was already there and she hugged her, missing one of her good friends.

They headed out to Nusr-Et Steakhouse which was famous and with good reviews. The group was in a private room, but not before cameras from the other diners began to come out to record them walking. Their security guards made sure no one approached them before standing by the door of the private room they reserved.

Sara had to admit she did miss getting together with her famous friends. Many people assumed that people she associated with was snobby and uppity, but it was quite the opposite, they were all just kids in their twenties trying to navigate this crazy life. Z updated them about living with Tom and renovating the house they bought. Timothee updated them on an audition, and Sara said she had someone knew in her life and told them all about her family drama. She also spilled about Erika,

"Can I be honest?" Z took a bite on the appetizer. "I don't trust Erika." Sara frowned after taking a sip of her drink. "Why?"

Her friend continued. "Well look, Erika has been your close friend, and your employee for a while, she shouldn't be making these confidentially mistakes. Maybe you should look into her signing an NDA. I mean, I know she's your friend, but she's not new to this. She understands that you value your privacy." Sara nodded. "I just hate asking her to do that. I mean we've been friends since we were kids."

Timothee shrugged. "Things changed, there's nothing wrong with that. She should understand your business and privacy."

"True." She looked around. "Where's Austin?" Timothee laughed. "Kaia called him, so he's been on the phone since the car." As on cue, Austin came in, and the group teased him about his relationship. Sara couldn't help but check her phone to see if there was anything from Justin. Then again, it was early morning so he was probably still sleeping.

—---------------------------------------------------------- Justin couldn't sleep.

It was awful, he kept replaying the mistakes in his head over and over. How could they have just given up like this? How did it go from being comfortable to just falling apart? He always prided himself on not listening to the noise outside, but he was sure there was alot a noise. There was no way there wasn't. He also knew Joey was getting a lot of shit. His breakdown on the sidelines and locker room was going to be news for a few days.

He hadn't responded to anyone and if he did it was one word. As much as he wanted to respond to Sara he just couldn't. He wanted to wallow in self pity for a few days.

Nova sensed that her owner was in a bad mood, so she stayed close and allowed him to cuddle her. And well in the past it would be enough, he missed a warm body to hold close and to take out his frustrations with. He wanted Sara. He got up and went to call her but then he got a notification that she posted on Instagram. He looked and saw it was a photo collage of her with Timothee Chalamet, Austin Butler, and Zendaya. He decided not to bother her. Let her have fun, and not bother her with his burden right now.

Eventually he fell asleep holding Nova close.

He found himself waking up early in the morning. As his usual routine he got up and got ready to go to the facilities. They were still going to the practice for meetings and lifting before they cleaned out lookers and were excused for the summer. Many guys would go home right away. Some would stick around with their families. Justin didn't know what to do, he honestly thought they'd be preparing for next week. As he drove to the facility he saw some fans hanging out. He waved to them.

He heard the chants to Fire Staley, Lombardi, have the Spanos sell the team. All of that. Justin's head was swimming with all of these thoughts. As he walked towards his locker he saw a couple of guys, including Bosa hanging around. "You wanna workout?" Joey's voice was defeated and Justin nodded. They both needed to workout the stress. Though it would need more than just a one hour workout.

They did their usual routines, acting like it was a normal lifting day. They didn't say a word, the understanding with all the guys it would be the usual no talking.

It did feel good, to let out all of that anger and frustration of the game out into the weights. Joey remarked that a punching bag needed to be installed. Justin agreed.

Staley and Lombardi were in meetings. None of them dared to show their faces, until it was time for the meetings. It was the usual crap, and Justin found himself tuning out. Joey was expecting to get a league fine as well as one from TIAA, apparently he destroyed a piece of the locker while he was in his rage after the game.

They didn't stay as late as they usually would. Justin went back to his locker to see a bunch of roses. Confused, he went over and saw the card.

If you need to talk I'm here. I'm still a friend no matter what - TB

He shook his head. It was a nice gesture, and he didn't want to be rude. He typed out the message.

Thanks for the roses.

It's np! I still consider you a good friend and I apologize for how I acted.

I'll see you next season Taylor.

He left it at that. He didn't want to get into all of that. Taylor was in the past.

He saw nothing from Sara, he knew that she wanted him to contact him on his terms. He looked at the time, it would be early in the morning and maybe she was up.

He dialed her number. She picked up on the first ring. "Hello?" It was comfortable to hear her beautiful voice. "Hey baby," He sighed "I'm sorry I haven't contacted you. I know you said you didn't like that."

"I can make an exception for this one." She laughed. "How are you?"

"As good as I can be, it still stings though." "I know honey, I know."

Justin rested his head against his locker. "I miss you so much." He breathed.

"Ten more days baby, ten more days. I'm coming straight to you. I'm going to give you the best head. You won't be able to walk once I'm done with you."

He smiled and lowered his voice so no one else heard. "Dirty girl" He laughed. "I'm going to do so much to you. You're not leaving my bed." She giggled. "Well, once I do the fashion show I'm gonna bring home all of the lingerie I can keep."

He smiled. "Can you make your turtle cookies?" She laughed. "Yes! And I'll make your favorite dinner, and we'll fuck each other brains out in the hot tub." He smiled. "I want to go to the fashion show. I think I can make it"

Sara's breath was held. "Oh Justin, I would love it if you came! Don't worry, I'll make sure no one suspects anything!" He smiled. "Thanks baby." They spoke for about a few more minutes and Justin kept asking about the set. He wanted to make sure she felt her career was as important as his. He felt like he wasn't being the best partner with supporting her career. Their conversation was about returning to Oregon again before she was interrupted by being called to set. They said their 'I Love yous' before they promised to speak again later.

He felt better after speaking to her. It was just what he needed, and her voice was so comforting to him. He looked at the calendar on his phone and smiled, counting down the days. Justin began to plan for her arrival, he wanted to do something special for her.

—-----------------------------------------------------------

Saturday January 21st

6 days left.

Jack's phone rang, he picked up, irritated that someone would be calling so late

"Hello?"

"Look, you want details? Fine you got them. Sara and Justin had been seeing each other since Joe Grant's wedding in July. That's where they met, they had a secret get togethers at a pub where Sara frequents. He was at Bella's birthday party. He hates the spotlight, so they haven't revealed anything. However, they have been to Justin's hometown in Oregon meeting his family."

Jack was just giving up hope on his source but the Lord decided to bless him. He was taking notes while giggling with glee. "I knew you would come through, you always do. Any other details?"

"Oh baby I have plenty. You think you can have this article out as soon as possible?" Jack smiled. It will be the first thing people wake up to on Monday morning. —---------------------------------------------------------------

Sunday January 22nd

EXCLUSIVE: SARA WOZNIAK IS IN SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP WITH QUARTERBACK JUSTIN HERBERT.

Sara has a new love on the horizon. In the form of a bolt. Sources tell OK magazine exclusively that [television show] actress Sara Wozniak, 26 is in a serious relationship with Los Angeles Chargers Quarterback Justin Herbert,24 since the end of July. The couple who met at Joe Grant's wedding, have been Bouncing between Herbert's humble abode in Irvine and Sara’s multi million dollar Hollywood Hills mansion. "It's very serious," the source tells OK. "Sara has met his brothers and parents and everyone gets along." Fans have been speculating Sara had someone in her life since she has been appearing much happier since her split with Pop Star Harry Styles in 2021. Their reps have not responded to our calls.

Jack ran it by his boss, along with the pictures the source provided. It couldn't be denied, the two young lovers were caught in a passionate embrace. The other photos showed them mid lip lock and at an event.

His boss was thrilled. "Jack, you've done many amazing things in your career, but this tops it! No one has discovered this! Who is the source to provide these photos?"

Jack smiled. "Sorry, but I promised full anonymity. They have been helpful in the past." His boss shook his head. "Do you know how hard it is to get an exclusive on Sara? She may be a sex pot but she isn't a dummy. Too bad there is no nudes leak, many people would kill for that!" Jack cringed. His boss was a pig, but he needed that pig. "I was thinking we should publish this on a Monday." His boss nodded. "Good idea. Did you actually go to the reps though?" He shook his head. "No I didn't, I figured let the other sources do it. If this Herbert guy is as private as they make it seem we won't get shit from them anyway."

"Okay first thing Monday morning people will be waking up to this news." —------------------------------------------------------------

Sunday night January 22nd.

Justin had just got off the phone with Sara, she was exhausted from a long day, apparently a night scene needed to be filmed and it required a fourteen hour work day. So she hadn't had any sleep. "What time is it out there?" Justin asked. Sara yawned before answering. "8 am Monday morning." Justin hummed. "I think the first thing you need to do when you get back is sleep. Nothing like adjusting to a big timezone difference." She nodded. "I need your bed, and Nova to cuddle up with." He snorted. "Gee thanks. I knew you were using me for my cat."

"I can't help it. She's too cute!" He laughed. "Can we get her a cat?" He laughed even louder. "You mean get my cat a cat?" It sounded ridiculous. But Sara laughed and persisted. "Come on! Like a playmate or a sibling!"

"I don't even know if she would be good with cats." "Well I mean she's good with dogs. She was good with Dylan." He laughed "Dylan isn't a cat though, and he is a gentle giant, he knows she runs the house. "She's a Queen." Sara smiled.

Speaking of, Nova came and jumped up next to him and he smiled and scratched her backside which made her purr. The two spoke for a while before Justin made her hang up to get some sleep. "Babe you're exhausted."

"I wanna keep talking to you." He laughed. "We can talk when you get up." I mean it wasn't like he wasn't doing anything nowadays.

After some more back and forth they hung up. As much as Sara was exhausted she couldn't shake this feeling that something was wrong……

Really wrong

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Justin woke up to the sound of ringing and the notifications going crazy. He looked over to see it was 8am. He had to be at the facilities at ten to go over some stuff with the coaches. He jumped up and checked his phone.

INSTAGRAM: JUSTIN YOU GAINED OVER A 500 THOUSANDS FOLLOWERS IN TWO HOURS

YOU HAVE 2,000 MESSAGES.

10 MISSED CALLS FROM ASHLEY

'JUSTIN CALL ME!' 'JUSTIN THIS IS IMPORTANT!'

FROM MOM:

JUSTIN THERE'S PEOPLE OUTSIDE OUR HOUSE ASKING ABOUT SARA.

FROM MIKE

BRO THERES PEOPLE OUTSIDE THE FACILITIES ASKING FOR YOU AND THEY GOT CAMERAS.

Justin felt like he was in a bad movie. "What the fuck?"

He got up and quickly got in the shower. He went as fast as possible, the sound of his phone going off.

He sent a text to Ashley. 'I'll call you in the car'

As he got everything together and opened the garage door nothing could prepare him for this.

There were three camera guys outside his house who were shouting at him on the sidewalk and videoing him. Quickly, he put his workout bag in front of his face.

"Justin! Is Sara with you?"

"Justin congratulations on dating Sara Wozniak"

"Are you planning to propose soon?"

He got in his car and drove off. The camera guys jumping in a van behind him to follow him. He looked in his rearview mirror "what the fuck" he whispered to himself. Then he thought about what the camera guy said.

Quickly, he dialed Ashley's number in which she picked up on the first ring. "Justin, we have a problem."

"No Shit! Camera guys are outside my house and are now following. Mike's texting me that people are outside the place! My mom said there's people outside her house." He was exasperated and in a panic."

"There's an article in OK! Magazine about you in a relationship with Sara Wozniak? It goes into detail about how you took her to Oregon! You guys are the front cover of This week's US Magazine!"

Justin was shaking. This couldn't be happening. They weren't supposed to say anything! His voice cracked as he gripped onto the steering wheel. "What else does it say?"

Ashley paused. "It says her rep confirmed the relationship."

He saw red. He was so pissed. "Justin I'm guessing it's true." Justin shook his head. "Yeah. Everything is true."

"You're trending on twitter, and now you have two million followers on instagram." She paused again. "Emmaunel Acho is going off about his social media quarterback and other things. It's very foul, he is tweeting at her as well."

He was at a red light, and hit his head against the steering wheel. "Ashley I feel like there's something else."

"I think you shouldn't be operating a vehicle when I tell you this one. Right now the Chargers security is telling the paps to back off and they are not allowed. They are fighting back though. Saying it's public property."

He shook his head. "Listen, I'll call you back when I get there." Ending the call he switched over to his mom. "Justin, there's strangers outside our house asking where's Sara? And Patrick is being followed on campus when he went to work out."

Fuck. Fuck. They were going after his family. Damn it Sara. "Listen, I'm going to have Ashley and the others take care of this. But don't go out and don't say anything." He hung up as he pulled into the parking lot, on the other side of the fence he saw the guys and the other van pull up. There was a total of twenty people videoing him, waiting for him to jump out of his car. Taking a deep breath, he put on his baseball cap and hopped out.

He tuned out the yelling, but he could make out his name, and Sara’s. He could have sworn he heard Taylor as well. He ran into the facility and straight to the locker room where everyone, including coaches and gm where. "Justin, we need to talk."

He already knew what they were going to say. "I know, my manager filled me in." The media director spoke. "Justin, we support you and your relationship. I already told reporters no questions about personal relationships. We tried to get the cameraman to back off but they can be there legally. After speaking a little bit more Justin turned towards the guys. "I'm sorry you have to be involved with this." The team informed that obsessed fans were messaging players and their wives which wasn't okay.

Austin shook his head. "Don't worry about us. Your privacy has been violated with the photos." Justin's face paled. "Photos?"

The guys all looked at each other. "Have you seen the actual article?" Joey asked. It was a stupid question, since they knew their quarterback didn't read anything about himself. "There's photos of you and Sara with her friends, one at a friend's house, and new years at my house. You guys were kissing. It was a selfie she took."

Justin was mad. Seething mad. "Fucking Sara." He reached for his phone. Austin stopped him. "Now Herb, don't do anything stupid. Let Sara explain herself. I don't think she's the type putting all of her personal business out there.

But Justin was pissed and determined. And there was no stopping him when he was fired up.

To Sara

We need to fucking talk.

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As soon as Sara woke up she realized she was late as Alex rushed in and told her to be on set in ten. She jumped up and barely ate before she was in the car on the way. Sara wished she had Erika to keep her up to speed. She realized her phone was on its charger in the hotel room. Well fuck it would be at least a few hours before she got it.

When she was in hair and makeup her manager took a call that seemed urgent from the hushed whispers. Austin came over while they were finishing up. "Well I don't know a lot about football,but I'm sorry to hear about your boyfriend's team. Is that why you were so upset last week?"

Sara was confused. How the fuck did he know? She was going to kill Timothee. "Timothee told you? I told him not to tell anyone!" Her voice got angry, and Austin held his hands up. "Woah! I found out through the news today. It's everywhere girl. I can't even go on social media without it trending! You guys look really cute together."

Her heart stopped, it was like time slowed down. "What?" She croaked after a few minutes. As on cue, Alex came rushing over. "Sara, we have a problem."

She jumped out of the chair, the makeup artist giving a huff that her job was being interrupted. "You're damn right we do!"

"Heidi said the article was just sent to her 5 minutes after it was released, including the pictures. She said that it claimed she confirmed the relationship. Even though she had no idea it was a thing." Alex lowered her voice. "Is it true? About you guys visiting Oregon and meeting his parents? And you guys are practically living together at his Irvine home?"

She was going to be sick. This article was so revealing and she hadn't even seen it. Then she thought about something else. "Wait photos?"

Alex nodded. "Heidi said they are too incriminating. You can't deny it." She ran her hands through her freshly styled hair and the hairdresser ran over to fix it.

"Alright guys, five minutes til scene!" "Shit. Shit. Shit." She was panicking. She needed to call Justin. "Alex, please get my phone."

"You won't be able to look at it for a few ho-" "Alex get me my fucking phone now!" Her manager saw it was a dire situation and ran back to the hotel. It would be a minute since they were in the middle of nowhere.

"Alright we need Sara on the set right now." The producer called.

Sara took a deep breath. Everything is going to be alright. It has to be

Right?

A/N: Don’t hate me, but we all know Justin doesn’t like fame or attention.....

#Justin Herbert #Alexa writes collide #nfl imagine #Los Angeles Chargers

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-TULIPS-

Arrange marriage

A/n : Sorry I haven't posted in a while but this is a personal short story that i have wrote. I really hope you guys like it

PS : all the character in this story is made up not real!

word count: 3275

Ava Ling POV

I forced a smile as I signed another one of my books. “Grazie..” I exhaled, as I tried my best to look happy and excited. The girl walked away with a quick skip showing her excitement before I heard a voice loud and clear from the side, “Ava!” Tala shouted, “I brought your latte, and yes this time I did ask for a double shot even though your doctor actually says that you should not drink this.” She complained as she placed the drink in front of me. She was always like my mom but better. “Thanks Tala…” I whispered and got back to signing and smiling. The bitter and sweet coffee hitted my tongue as I slowly got my energy back. Buzz…. Buzz… My smile stopped as I looked over to my phone, excusing myself. I walked to the back of the library and took the phone call. It was an unknown number but I had an idea… “Hello, who’s this?” I politely asked.

“Dear…” The voice was instantly recognizable.

“Mother…” Acknowledging her, “What do you want… You know I do not want to talk to you right now…”

“As much as I do not want to talk to you too… Your father wants you home…” Her voice forced the last part out.

“耶稣基督妈妈…. jesus christ mom…. Why now…” My voice was clearly annoyed

“Just come home… for your father's sake..” She muttered out as she hung up. The door slammed open “Ava I need you to come, People are asking for you.” She said in a panic tone. I quickly grabbed my coffee and came back as fast as possible.

-AFTER THE MEET UP-

As I left the library, a car parked in front of me. It was a black SUV and it stood out of every car in the street… I knew it was my mother. I slowly walked past the car, acting like I did not see it but of course my mother had to know right away. “Ava get your butt here!” She yells as she rolls down her window. I breathed in and slowly exhaled as I turned to look at my mother with a smile.

I walked to her and opened the door slowly and got in with the most sarcastic do not want to be here smile. “Yes mother.” Can I even call her that, we haven’t even talked for years. I mean it wasn’t my fault that she didn’t reach out- “Stop being a child.” My thought was rudely interrupted by my mother's demanding voice. “We’re going home…”

Christian Perez POV

“Why do I have to do this…” I sigh to myself as my tie was fixed by my maid… She bowed and walked away before I lifted my hand up and slowly folded my sleeves… “she better be good.”

Ava Ling POV

I sat still, not moving an inch or my mother would complain. The cold air brushed against my hair, my back back is straight as a ruler, I hold my breath as I hear the door creak…. Creak… Slowly I hear the sound of a firm and steady step. The steps continue and it stops right in front of me. I didn’t even realize that I was looking down, I lifted my head up slowly seeing a tall and cold figure, his eyes were dark and emotionless, the brown hair slicked into a perfect shape. How was he this gorgeous. I expected him to be old and ugly but no… He looks so perfect.

I clear my throat t “Hi.. I’m-”

“Ava Ling… I know..” An arrogant tone came out, “You think I would marry someone I have not done my research on?”

Jesus.. Rude?

“Please Christian, sit down.” My mother's dark red lip smiled. God, I can see dollar signs on her eyes. She doesn't want me to date because I’m single, she wants me to date so she can brag to her friends about how I marry a rich guy and how this will move up our family legacy but I was confused why would he, the son of a millionaire or billionaire marry me?

I felt like I could sleep. It has been an hour into this dinner. Fake smiling, fake laugh, fake everything. He’s not even smiling, I felt like I’m doing all the work to pull this off. “So… are you going to sign the contract Christian?” My father spoke up as the maid put a marriage paper and pen in front of Christian, there’s something off about this. My father grinned ear to ear as Christian just sat quietly looking at the paper with his hand in a fist turning his knuckle white. Christian slowly picks up the pen, his hand shakes, his eyes rest as he takes a deep breath before signing it.

“Welcome to the family Christian.” Father sneer

-TIME SKIPS-

“And he is so annoying and arrogant and annoyingly perfect and-”

“Ava I’m going to stop you right there,” Tala interrupted. “So you are telling me that he is annoying but good looking?”

“Yes and it is annoying how arrogant he is.”

“Don’t you like red flags?” She chuckle

“Shut it,” I mutter out. “I’m hanging up bye.”

I rudely hang up and let out a loud and satisfying smile before a notification pops up on my phone. I sigh again before grabbing my phone and looking at the text. Weird. It was from Chris… we haven’t talk since the dinner

Meet me at XXX XXX at XX:XX

As confused as I was, I kinda wanted to meet him. So I grab black coat and purse before stepping out of my apartment. Feeling the cold air and the smell of smoke, coffee, and definitely alcohol, I hold out my hand waiting for a cab to come. The dark blue cab parked in front of me with my screech. I reached the place he had told me to come to, It was an apartment? I walked in and the reception instantly knew me… She politely told me to follow her and as stupid as I am. I did. I followed her to the elevator and she gave me instructions very carefully on how to find the room 333. As I walked through the black marble hallway I was met with the room…. 333

I knocked once… no answer. Knock twice…. No answer. As I was about to knock the third time the door suddenly opened. I instantly blush and look up and down. Chris was wearing a compress black shirt with joggers…

“H-Hi,” I stutter my words out. He grabbed me by the arm and yanked me in! RUDE.

“Wine or whiskey?” He said coldly as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

“I don’t drink…” I walk to him, keeping myself together

“Of course you don’t…” He sighs out as he takes a drag out of his cigarette, “do you know why I brought you here…”

“To yell at me and tell me this is a bad idea?” I sarcastically responded, trying my best to piss him off.

He suddenly walked to me and held up my chin firmly, turning my head left and right. His shape eyes impale me with the feeling of fear?

“Hmm..” He slowly leaned closer to me. “Let me make this clear. I do not care about you nor do I want to be with you. So if you think you will change my mind and make me love you. Stop dreaming.”

Tears brim to my eyes as I look at him. My mouth opened but no words came out. I felt the feeling of screaming, crying, shock but still… nothing would come out.

“You are pathetic.”

I was paralyzed as the words he whispered linger in my head. My stomach had a tingle. Suddenly I felt my hand move and a hard SMACK …. I slapped him… I didn’t mean it, i-it was just all of the sudden… I ran out of that room… My breathing started to quicken up as I made it out. That is when tears started to pour down my face. Feeling drop by drop, and the clock tick by tick counting the time that I have breath. I- Me… I have to marry that jerk of a person. Why… Why me?

Christian Perez POV

2 am…

The chair creaked as my brother sat down with a fear on his face. This was his fault. I look at him with the most you are in trouble look I could put on. I took a deep breath. Reminding myself that this is my brother, and if it was any other person they would have been killed. “Ivan… you know what you did… don’t you.” I try to keep as calm as possible trying to not to burst out onto him. I clench my fist. “Chris it was a mistake, I really didn’t mean it! I love her-”

“Non mi interessa! I don’t care! You could have picked anyone, why would you pick the president's daughter you idiota!” I interrupted him, “You know Ava Ling?” I try to sound calm and he just responds with a small and quick nod. “Well her dad took a photo of you and the president's daughter on a date in OUR Italian restaurants. And now he is black mailing me into marrying his daughter..” Ivan's eyes turn from fear to shock. “W-Wait! When is the wedding..” His voice trembles with fear. “In the next 4 months… I have to get rid of that picture.” I sigh out rubbing my temple, “and you Ivan. You are going to work at the restaurant until I am satisfied and no you are not getting any more money from me… fatto? Got it?” He couldn’t even speak and he just responded with a fast nod before running out.

-NEXT DAY IN THE MORNING-

Ava Ling POV

Why am I doing this? Why am I even trying? I took a deep breath and knocked on his door. The door creaked open and It wasn’t Chris. “So you are the lucky girl,” He smirked. “Ivan… Ivan Perez.” Chris has a brother?

“I-I’m Ava… Ava Ling.” I stutter my words out.

“What are you doing here?” He questioned as I was trying to not tremble, “If you want to see Chris he’s in the kitchen.” I quickly nodded and he moved away from the door letting me. As I walk in I see Chris in an apron cooking breakfast but when he sees me. His soft eyes turn cold. “Why are you here? I thought I made it clear last time we talk about-”

“Let the pretty girl talk, Chris.” Ivan intervene

I took a deep breath and slowly exhaled as I walked to Chris, “I do not care if you do not care about me. But since we are already forced into this marriage. The least we can try is to make this work. I do not care how long this is going to take but I am going to make you like me!” Silence fills the room. He walked close to me. Only to grab the apple behind me and go back to cooking. I gave a whole speech to him and he didn’t even acknowledge it. “You know we have to move in with each other soon right?” I ask but still he doesn’t care and just ignores me. This guy is something… I looked at Ivan as he just rolled his eyes.

“Chris, she just gave a whole speech to you and you just ignored her. Is that what a good husband would do?” Ivan jokingly ask

“Non spingerlo. Don’t push it.” Chris said sternly.

“What did he say?” I asked Ivan to try to be calm and not make an embarrassment out of myself but Ivan only gave me a nervous smile. “O-oh nothing. Nothing at all.” I walked to Chris looking at him trying to seem tough but in reality I was trembling. “We are moving in together next week.. Be prepared.” I said before leaving him.

-…NEXT WEEK…-

I walk into the house feeling the fresh smell of paint and dust. I walk around checking all the spots until I hear a thud upstairs. I was confused, no one should be here now. I slowly took steps making my way up the stairs being as quiet as possible. As I opened the door in the master bedroom I was met with Chris. “Chris?” I look at him with confused eyes. He wasn’t supposed to be here until 6. “I just wanted to check what my room would look like.” His hands in his pocket. “Your room? It’s our room Chris.”

“Who said that hmm Moglie Wife” He said with a smirk like he had won something.

“I did. We are married so we are supposed to share a room.” I cross my arm.

“I didn’t know wives talk back.”

“You know what, fine. Go take this room, I'll take something else jesus.” I stormed out of the room mad but he. He just had a cruel smile on his face. I walked to the left and the right and then left and… there was no bedroom. I then slowly walk to him again and knock on the door. Knock knock knock. The door slowly creaked open. “Yes?” Chris grinned. He knew! He knew there wouldn’t be another room. “Where am I supposed to sleep!” I shouted.

“On the floor, Like a dog?” This guy is getting on my last nerve. “I’m joking, wife. I just wanted you to run around the house looking for a room like a lost puppy, that’s all,” He snicker. “We are sleeping in the same room mostly because I won’t be here often. Happy?” I rolled my eyes feeling the anger building up but slowly closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and let out a quick sigh before looking at him. “We have dinner tomorrow at 8. Be there”

-NEXT DAY-

“Tulips?” He asked but this time there was no sarcastic tone or annoying tone. No, this one was much more… sweet? “Yeah. they're my favorite flowers. They always smell the best.” I smile as I put the flower in the vase. “Are you ready for dinner?”

He puts his hands in his pocket before walking to the door. “Yes mia cara.”

At the restaurant the waiter sat us down before leaving us with the menu. I look though the menu feeling anxious. I haven’t had the best relationship with eating. I always look over my weight, I mostly blame my mother for that. As the waiter came over Chris saw the worry look on my face but turned to the waiter immediately. I looked at the waiter but as I was about to order Chris quickly interrupted.

“I will have the Fettuccine al Pomodoro and she will have a burger with fries. Thank you.” The confused look on my face was visible. Why did he order for me? Did he know about my problem? Did he care? The waiter nodded before leaving, leaving us alone.

“If you're asking why or how I know about your eating problem. I saw you when we were at your parents house, your mother kept staring at you when you were eating. Using my knowledge that I have of how your relationship with your mother is merda crap, I knew then that you had an eating problem.” He said swiftly before grabbing his phone and ignoring me. I guess he was very observant.

-AT NIGHT-

I was in the kitchen scribbling something on a piece of paper before Chris walked in and saw me. His eyes didn’t seem to care but he asked anyway. “What are you doing?” He questioned. I didn’t answer him and only wrote before I grabbed the paper and put it on the fridge and put a magnet on it. “This is a list of things to do to get you Mr.Cold hearted Italian man to like me.” I beam with a smile. The corner of his lip moves up a bit as he tilts his head and looks at me. “Stop dreaming. You will never get me to like you mia cara.”

“Well I can sure try and do you really have to call me ‘mia cara’” My confidence was going up and up. As his tolerance was going down and down. Jesus. It’s hard to break this man. I was not close at all in getting him to be nice.

“Good luck mia cara,” was all he said before leaving me in the kitchen alone with my list.

BE NICE

MAKE FOOD

TRY NOT TO GET ANNOYED BY HIM (EVEN IF HE IS ANNOYING YOU)

AND IF ANY OF THIS DOESN’T WORK DON’T TRY.

-DAYS PASSES-

The days that have passed I have tried everything! From cooking, washing, to even buying his favorite watch. Maybe I’m just doing something wrong. Maybe he really doesn’t care. Maybe I was just a fool. I was walking to my dad's office since I needed to get some documents about the marriage and read over it but as soon as I was grabbing the knob on the door I heard people inside. Maybe it was my dad's client but no. This person sounds familiar, the cold emotionless voice. Chris. I try to listen to their conversation.

“I DO NOT CARE!” My father shouted, “You sign the document and you stick to it.”

“You blackmail me into this.” Chris sternly states.

“And you sign the contract. Well well well.”

“Whenever I get my hands on those pictures I’m going to ruin your life and your reputation.” I can hear things being thrown before a complete silence. I quickly ran out of there and went to another room. Breathing heavily as I think to myself. So all of it was because he got black mail into it. He never wanted this to work out. He just wants to get rid of the evidence…. Ruin my dad and probably me also…

At night. I was at Tala house as she opened a bottle of wine. “So he only married you because he got black mail into this besteiracrap?” I only nod in reply before going back to sobbing. I never liked him but to know that even if I try my best to like him he wouldn’t care either way. His goal is to get rid of the black mail and not to be with me. How can I be so blind to even try and make him like me.

As the sky started to get darker and darker I said my goodbye to Tala before getting into my car and driving off. As I drove my eyes started to fill with tears again and I felt the tears rolling down my face. I felt drunk as I slowly drifted off and CRASH! Glass shattered, my body feeling like it got hit with a thousand bullets. “He never cares… why am I such a fool…” Blood drips from my forehead as my body gives up.

Christian Perez POV

Grim. That is a word to describe everything. Rain hits my umbrella, the sky turning a dark gray. I stood there still, paralyzed as people slowly left. One by one. Until it was just me and her, 6ft under ground. My right hand shakes and I place a bouquet of tulips on her grave. One tear rolls down my cheeks as I look down with no expression.

“I did care mia cara.” End…

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