#it's probably a tension thing. couldn't walk head was spinning a lot

[kyaruun]

girl that has an accident every november (but this time with no broken bones!!)

[partycatty]

Can you do Johnny and a Fem reader thats taller than him? I'm getting KINDA TIRED of the whole 'u look up at him' thing like... no I don't.

the prompt made me giggle bc i have a mk oc that's taller than most people LOL

johnny cage > improv

johnny meets his new partner in his upcoming action movie, he doesn't expect to be outshined.

notes: johnny's like 6'1 probably, so i'm making the reader somewhere around 6'4ish. just taller. like "look down at him" taller.

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a new action movie? hell yeah, no problem, johnny figured as he walked with a sway in his arms. walking onto this set and that set was something he was fairly used to, and he practically owned his little area in this particular studio, considering just how often he picked up their projects. what he didn't anticipate, though, was his usual spot by the temporary living space was taken up by a trailer that was most certainly not his. who uses that color on the exterior?

then again, he thought, maybe something changed. maybe his assistant rented a different model and he was supposed to try it out. so, like the gentleman he is, johnny tries the door to the trailer that opens with a firm click. the last thing he expected was to see a figure at the other end of the trailer, sitting at a screwed-in vanity and humming under their breath.

"excuse me," johnny calls out, crossing his arms as he takes a few more steps inside. "i believe we haven't met."

you swivel in your chair, removing the earbud that was settled in your ear. when you realize who you're talking to, you sit up straight.

"oh," you're surprised he just welcomed himself in. "hello. are... is there something you need?"

johnny swallows, a little weirded out by it all. "yeah, actually. uh... you're in my spot."

"your... spot?" you raise a brow, looking around for the imaginary chair he must have been referring to. "i don't follow."

johnny shakes his head. "it's... nevermind. this spot on the lot is usually for the lead role."

his comment makes your brows knit together. "i am the lead role."

you can see the gears turning in his head as he realizes what he got himself into. you're an A-List celebrity, just like him. johnny wasn't going to be the top dog like always. it all makes sense now, reading the script and realizing why all of the emails were cc'd and never directly sent to his manager; you're the lead, he's the secondary.

all johnny could do was step toward you, now looking down at you as you sat at the vanity. his expression is blank, though there is a flush of embarrassment on his cheeks for being wrong. god, he hates being wrong.

"oh, sorry," your hands grip the sides of the chair, snapping him and yourself from the silent tension. "suppose i should introduce myself."

you hoist yourself from being sat and tower over the actor so easily it's a shock his knees don't wobble out of nervousness. you're tall, so damn tall and it flusters him even further. he doesn't even realize your hand is outstretched, he's too busy swallowing thickly over your shadow overtaking his form.

"you're..." johnny trails off, finally attempting to shake your hand. "nice to... meet you. sorry, i—" he spins on his heel and exits the trailer with a slam. you chuckle, realizing he was covering his face sheepishly, raising his sunglasses to the top of his head. interesting first impression.

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shooting the first scenes came quickly after your introduction, the weirdness of it all still bothering johnny ever so slightly. as you stood side by side he couldn't help but steal nervous glances. his side eyeing was not only incredibly obvious but reminiscent of a dog.

he always thought he was into people smaller than him, considering he himself was a big guy. but the way you'd use your height to your advantage, or the times you could look over him, he was blushing like a maniac. tragically, one of the scenes you two were meant to shoot was one where your characters were in a heated argument.

"if we let them go now, this entire mission would have been for nothing!" his character shouts, running a hand through his hair and fidgeting with the prop gun on his hip. "i'm sorry, but i can't let you get in the way."

you weren't blind, you could tell your presence made him anxious. thankfully, just as his specialization is doing his own stunts, yours was improvisation. and boy, was now a time as ever to take advantage of this skill. letting out a faux-angered growl, you grab both of johnny's hands and slam them against the wall above his head. you lean down to get to his eye level, a snarl on your face that leaves johnny a stuttering mess. your frame was much larger than him, and with the way you bent down, he was completely caged within your grasp. you noticed the director stand up straight in amusement.

"listen here, you son of a bitch," you follow the script flawlessly, tone straight like you didn't pin your co-star to the wall. "you're gonna take an order and that's that, are we clear?"

johnny looked like he could agree to murder right about now. His eyes are hazy as he wets his lips and darts his eyes between yours. "loud and clear."

a loud "CUT!" saves johnny from further embarrassment, and you pull away from him like it was nothing. if the director was complimenting either of you, it fell of his deaf ears and johnny's far away gaze as his hand falls to his chest to check his racing heartbeat.

"you alright, lil guy?" you fold your arms and stand in front of him, a smirk toying at your lips, but you knew his fragile ego wouldn't be able to handle your full cockiness. however, you were sure the insertion of the nickname got to him like a metaphorical gunshot as he clutched the fabric of his shirt.

"peachy, doll." his grin was so strained he looked to be held at gunpoint. you had never seen an actor, of all people, to struggle this hard.

[iovebarca]

Tangled Emotions - Pau Cubarsi

Authors note: Sorry for ghosting! I've been working on my final projects one is about ancient civilisations and the other about women's football so a lot of reading🥲

WC: 1300+

warnings: incorrect grammar (probably), my first language isn't english so if you notice any mistakes please tell me, angsty but not really angst, fluff.

send me requestsss 🫶🫶

The school ball was in full swing, the gym transformed into a dazzling dance floor with twinkling lights and music filling the air. You and Pau had decided to attend together as friends, looking forward to a night of laughter and dancing.

As the evening progressed, you found yourselves lost in the rhythm of the music, spinning and twirling on the dance floor with carefree abandon. Pau's laughter echoed in your ears as you shared jokes and whispered secrets.

But then, as you went to refill your drink, you caught sight of Pau in the hallway, his lips locked with the one person you least expected – the girl who had always been inexplicably mean to you. The sight sent a pang of hurt and betrayal coursing through you, the music fading into the background as your heart shattered into a million pieces.

Without a word, you turned and fled, tears blurring your vision as you stumbled into the nearest bathroom. The sobs wracked your body as you leaned against the sink, the weight of the evening's events crashing down on you all at once.

Minutes passed in a blur as you tried to compose yourself, the echoes of laughter and music from the ballroom filtering through the walls. But the pain in your chest only grew with each passing moment, the image of Pau and that girl seared into your mind like a brand.

Finally, with a deep breath, you straightened up, wiping away the tears with shaking hands. You couldn't bear to stay at the ball a moment longer, not when your heart felt like it had been torn in two.

With one last glance in the mirror to make sure your red eyes weren't too obvious, you squared your shoulders and left the bathroom, determined to put on a brave face and leave the night behind you.

As you walked away from the ballroom, the sound of laughter and music fading into the distance, you couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal that gnawed at your insides. You didn't know what you would say to Pau, or if you would even be able to face him at all. All you knew was that the pain in your heart was too raw, too real, to confront just yet.

-

The rays of the sun twinkled warmly around the living room, and the scent of summer air filled the house. Yet, the usually happy atmosphere was marred by the tension between you and Pau. It had been this way since the thing that happened just before the break. The image of Pau kissing that girl was seared into your mind, and the hurt still lingered.

You and Pau had been best friends for as long as you could remember. Your families always celebrated things together, and your graduation party was no different. But this time, you tried to avoid him as much as possible, he knew why but he was too ashamed of his previous actions, the pain of the recent events casting a shadow over the celebrations.

You wandered into the kitchen, hoping to escape the awkwardness. Irene, Pau's sister, watched you with a knowing look. She had noticed the cold distance between you and Pau. Determined to mend things, she hatched a plan.

Later that evening, as you were heading upstairs to grab something from your room, Irene cornered you. "Come with me," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Confused, you followed her. She led you to the bathroom, and to your surprise, Pau was already there. Before you could protest, Irene shoved you inside and quickly locked the door.

"Sort this out," she commanded through the door. "You two are ruining your own graduation party."

You turned to Pau, who was leaning against the sink, looking equally frustrated and embarrassed. "This is ridiculous," you muttered, crossing your arms.

Pau sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know. But maybe she's right. We need to talk."

The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. You glared at him, the anger and hurt bubbling up. "Why did you kiss her, Pau?" you demanded, your voice trembling.

He looked taken aback by your question, his eyes shifting away from yours. "I don't know," he mumbled. "It just happened."

You scoffed, feeling the tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "It just happened? That's all you have to say?"

He straightened up, frustration clear on his face. "What do you want me to say? That it was a mistake? Because it was! I didn't think it would matter so much to you."

"It does matter, Pau! You just had to kiss her! Why her?" you shot back, your voice breaking.

"Why does it matter so much to you?" he demanded, stepping closer. "You're acting like it broke your heart or something."

You stared at him, the dam of your emotions finally breaking. "Because it did!" you cried, tears streaming down your face. "It broke my heart, Pau. I've been in love with you for years, and seeing you with her felt like a knife in my heart."

The shock on his face mirrored your own surprise at your outburst. A heavy silence fell between you, filled only by the sound of your quiet sobs. The minutes ticked by, each second dragging on as the weight of unspoken feelings hung in the air.

Finally, Pau took a deep breath and broke the silence. "You... love me?" he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of hope and fear.

You nodded, wiping at your tears. "Yes, you idiot. I love you. I didn't know how to tell you, and then seeing you with her... I just couldn't take it."

He looked down, guilt and realization washing over his features. "I didn't know," he said softly. "I thought... I thought maybe if you saw me with someone else, you'd realize how much you mean to me."

You sniffled, the anger starting to dissipate. "Well, it worked," you muttered, your voice still shaky. "But it hurt, Pau. It really hurt."

He stepped closer, his eyes filled with regret. "I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I just didn't know what to do. I've been so confused about my feelings for you. I've been trying to understand why seeing you with other people makes me so angry, why I can't stand the thought of losing you. And then I kissed her because I thought it would help me figure things out, but it only made everything worse. I love you, but I didn't know how to admit it, and now I've fucked up and I don't—"

You interrupted his rambling by grabbing his face and kissing him passionately. The words died on his lips as he melted into the kiss, all the tension and confusion dissolving in the warmth of your embrace.

When you finally pulled back, you were both breathless, the room filled with a new, electrifying tension. Pau looked at you, eyes wide with a mixture of shock and joy. "You kissed me," he murmured, almost in disbelief.

You smiled through your tears, nodding. "Yes, because I love you, Pau. And I needed you to stop talking and just understand that."

A slow smile spread across his face, and he pulled you into another embrace. "I love you too," he whispered into your hair. "I'm sorry it took me so long to realize it."

Irene's voice interrupted your moment. "Are you two done in there?" she called through the door.

You laughed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. "Yeah, we're good."

The door unlocked, and Irene peeked in, grinning. "About time," she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Now come on, it's your graduation party. Let's go celebrate."

Hand in hand, you and Pau followed Irene back downstairs, ready to enjoy the holiday together, knowing that your friendship had blossomed into something even more beautiful.

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Like We're Made of Starlight

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: Language, drinking, some angsty feelings, lots of pining

2.5k words

A/N: This chapter came out a biiiiiiiiiiit long because I had to combine two chapters; I couldn't let these two be angsty for too long!

Teach Me Tonight Masterlist

Although a night of lesson planning and daydreaming about eating ice cream with Roy Kent sounded like the perfect Saturday night, Leanne Bowen had other plans. She had texted you just as you got home, insisting that the two of you needed a night out. So, you put on a cute little dress and some boots and hopped into Leanne’s car to head to some club for drinks and dancing.

After spending a few songs on the dance floor with Lee, you left her dancing with some handsome guy and made your way to the bar, desperate for some drink that hid the taste of its alcohol. As you waited for the bartender to return with your drink, someone leaned on the bar next to you.

“What, you already empty the flask you keep in your desk?”

Your mouth went completely dry as you turned your head. There was Roy Kent, holding a beer and looking nothing short of gorgeous in a black button-down shirt, unbuttoned just enough to show some chest hair, and slacks. You quickly recovered and flashed him a smile. “Coach Kent. What’re you doing here?”

He returned your grin with a soft one of his own. “One of the guys’ birthdays.” He nodded towards a group of young men who were taking shots and laughing loudly as people nearby stared and pointed. “Figured I’d be a good manager and actually celebrate one of my players.” When the bartender brought you your drink, Roy pointed at you and then himself, signaling that your drink was on him.

“You don’t have to do that,” you insisted. “You’ve bought me coffee, a drink, and ice cream already.” Your face went warm. “Seriously, I should be buying you a drink!”

He shrugged and slid the glass closer to you. “Next time,” he hummed simply.

Next time.

As you tried to figure out how in the world to respond to that, his eyes slowly trailed down your figure, eyebrows raising slightly as he did so. You resisted the urge to tug your skirt down, wondering if it was too short.

“Something wrong?” you managed to squeak out, shifting your weight nervously.

Roy’s eyes were on yours again. “Not at all.” He shrugged. “Just not used to seeing you outside your teaching outfits.”

You scrunched your nose in confusion. “Teaching outfits?” you repeated.

His face softened as he glanced away for a moment. “You know. The fucking dresses and skirts and sneakers. The cute shit you wear to school.”

He thought your outfits were cute.

“Oh.” Desperate to look like his words didn’t have your head spinning, you took a long sip of your drink. “And which d’you prefer?”

Suddenly grateful for the dark club lighting that hid his blush, Roy fidgeted a little, trying to keep his eyes trained on your too-pretty face. “I dunno,” he admitted with a small chuckle. After a moment, he added, “All I’ll say is, it’s a good thing there aren’t any dads here. There’d be some pretty pissed off mums.”

For a moment, you just stared at Roy Kent, fully aware that your mouth was in a perfect little o. The way he stared at you, all soft and smiling, had you fighting the urge to squirm nervously. Finally, realizing that you had probably forgotten how to speak, he opened his mouth again.

“Wanna dance?”

Immediately, every piece of advice your mother had ever given you about not being too eager with a man left your brain as you smiled brightly at Roy. “Sure.”

Drinks completely forgotten at the bar, the two of you walked to the dance floor, both blushing furiously and praying the other wouldn’t notice. Your whole body was vibrating with nervousness as you looked up at Roy, whose face somehow managed to be both tense and soft as he gazed back. You forced yourself to move your hips to the music, as if you danced with handsome football legends all the time. The ever-present tension in his shoulders seemed to relax as he watched you, and he began to move to the music, taking a tentative step towards you, not quite pressing his body to yours, but definitely closing the safe gap you’d left. His raised eyebrows asked if this was okay; your shy smile assured him that it was more than okay.

“D’you like dancing?” Roy asked over the music, delighted that he had to lean in close to speak to you.

His breath on your cheek had your entire body feeling warm. “It’s alright,” you answered, standing on tiptoe so he could hear you. “Kind of depends on my dance partner.”

Roy Kent’s grin could probably power a small town, it was so bright and freaking perfect. “How’m I doing?”

“Not bad,” you teased. “Not bad at all.”

As Roy ducked his head to say something else- or maybe be bold enough to do something else- a hand landed on his shoulder. When he turned his head, Jamie Tartt was looking at you with that stupid grin of his.

“Oi!” he shouted, a bit louder than necessary. “Aren’t you Phoebe’s teacher?” After glancing back at Roy for a fraction of a second, you nodded; Jamie’s smile broadened. “Oh shit, I remember you from that pub! Man, y’should see Roy, always rushing out to pick up Phoebe. I think it’s the best part of his day, seeing you!”

Immediately, Jamie knew he’d stepped in it; he wasn’t sure who looked more mortified, you or Roy. Your eyes were wide in panic, and Roy’s jaw was clenched tighter than Jamie’d ever seen it. Oops.

“Well, it was nice to see you,” he blurted, trying to salvage things and avoid Roy’s glare. With a little wave, the footballer was gone.

Alone again, you looked up at Roy, letting out an embarrassed little huff as you fiddled with your hair. “So-”

Before you could say another word, Roy glanced at his watch. “I should go,” he grumbled, not quite looking at you. “Let these guys celebrate in peace without their fucking manager hanging around, babysitting them.”

“Oh.” You nodded earnestly. “Yeah?”

Some silly little part of you wanted him to invite you somewhere else, maybe a pub or coffee shop, somewhere you could see each other more clearly and actually hear each other speak. Or maybe just offer you a ride home. Some little excuse to spend more time together, to talk, maybe even an opportunity for Roy to ask you out-

“Enjoy the rest of your weekend,” he mumbled, his gruff voice interrupting your hopes. “I’ll see you Monday.”

Not bothering to meet your eye, he turned and walked away, ignoring both the tight feeling in his chest and his players’ calls for him to stay. As Roy exited the club and walked down the street, he let out a growling sigh that caught the attention of the people waiting in line to get into the club.

You must be Phoebe’s teacher, Jamie had said. Phoebe’s teacher.

Roy was such a fucking idiot. Of course you were always nice and polite and never said a word about his flirting or buying you coffee and ice cream. You were just nice. This pretty little ray of sunshine that smiled at everyone, even the skeevy dads that flirted a little too hard. Fucking hell, Roy was just as bad as them, wasn’t he? There you were, trying to enjoy your weekend off, and he’d gone and been another drooling creep that you’d have to see at school on Monday. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Meanwhile, as Roy walked to his car and beat himself up, you found Leanne, flirting over a drink with that same handsome guy you’d left her with. She lit up when she saw you.

“There you are!” She glanced over your shoulder. “Are my contacts malfunctioning, or did I see you dancing with-”

“Gonna head home,” you interrupted, fidgeting with the strap of your little purse. “Not feeling well.”

She leaned in close, ignoring her conversation partner. “Oh shit, are you and-”

You shook your head. “I don’t feel well,” you repeated through gritted teeth. Her smile faltered when she took in the melancholy look on your face. “I’ll get myself a cab.”

“You sure?”

Finally smiling, you grabbed her hand. “Enjoy your night, Lee.” You gave a squeeze before letting go. “I’ll see you Monday.”

As you walked outside, you rubbed your suddenly aching temples, humiliation flooding every inch of your body.

Roy Kent. Roy freaking Kent. You really thought you had a shot with Roy Kent?

Fucking hell.

~

On Monday, you were almost relieved not to have morning duty; no awkward interactions with Roy Kent, no plastering on that fake smile and chirping good morning as if you hadn’t spent half your weekend beating yourself for being so naïve as to think a professional footballer would be interested in a schoolteacher. You were fun to flirt with, good for his ego, and you ate up his attention like candy. What guy wouldn’t enjoy that?

Of course, today was the day that Jack Harris, in the year above your class, chose to tell Phoebe O’Sullivan that the Greyhounds sucked, especially her uncle’s best friend Jamie Tartt. And Phoebe didn’t take that too well; by the time you’d separated them, both children’s uniforms were covered in dirt and Jack had learned a fun new four-letter word.

The office assured you that Dr. O’Sullivan would be in your classroom in about fifteen minutes to collect her daughter.

The sound of someone clearing their throat had you freezing just as you were pinning up some work on a bulletin. When you turned around, Roy Kent was walking into your classroom, looking bashful with his hands stuffed into the pockets of that leather jacket. His eyes traced yours carefully as he approached you.

“Hi,” he murmured, resisting the urge to tap his foot nervously.

“Hello,” you answered, tightly gripping the papers you held. “Um, so Phoebe-”

He shook his head. “Yeah, no, my sister told me on the phone.” He winced. “Gotta go home for the day, then?”

You shrugged. “If it makes you feel better, she was defending the Greyhounds.” You nodded to the corner table where Phoebe sat, working on her handwriting practice. “I gave her some work that she’ll be missing. Everything’s set to go in her backpack.” Without thinking, you took a small step closer to Roy. “You’re all set, I guess.”

Roy stared at you, mouth slightly open, not willing to move away from you. “I’m sorry,” he finally blurted out. “I am really fucking sorry. For-for the club. If I overstepped at all- and fucking Jamie- and I just-”

“It’s alright,” you interrupted, a little too quickly. Your heart fluttered when you saw the way his eyes shifted to your face and away, over and over, as if he couldn’t decide whether or not he could look you in the eye. “I, um, actually had a good time.” You glanced over to Phobe, who was too engrossed in her work to even glance up at the two of you. “Dancing with you… was nice.”

Ask her out.

Those three words played in his head over and over again as Roy stared down at you, doing that thing where he opened and closed his mouth, clearly trying to figure out what to say. Reminding himself that he was Roy fucking Kent he finally found his ability to speak.

“Listen, I was wondering if-”

“Hey- Oh! Sorry, you have a parent.”

Karen Selig looked anything but sorry has her eyes lingered over Roy, who quickly leaned away from you, cursing himself for hesitating.

Doing your best to not look as annoyed as you felt, you smiled at your colleague. “Need something, Mrs. Selig?”

She shook her head, gesturing to Roy. “Oh no, I can wait.”

When she lingered in the doorway, Roy resisted the urge to scream. Instead, he turned back to you, your pretty and expectant face leaving him hating his shit luck.

“Um, what was that you were asking, Coach?” Your voice was low, trying to keep this conversation as private as possible with your colleague’s gleeful face in the doorway.

“Oh. Shit, yeah, um the girls have a scrimmage on Saturday. Want to come? They loved seeing you at practice so…” He shrugged.

Your shoulders slumped almost unnoticeably. But Roy absolutely noticed. “Oh. Yeah, sure. I’ll be there.”

Roy nodded curtly. “Great. Great. Um, just send me a message and I’ll let you know the details. You still have my card, yeah?”

“Yeah, I have it somewhere,” you said casually, as if the little business card that read Roy Kent wasn’t sitting in your desk drawer, where you could see it every time you grabbed a post-it note or a paper clip. “I’ll text you?”

There was that wonderful smile. “Yeah. Yeah, text me.” He turned his head to his niece. “Oi! Pheebs! Let’s go.” With one more nod to you, trying to keep that smile from growing too large, Roy took his niece’s hand and led her out of the classroom.

Doing your best to suppress your own grin, you turned your attention to the still-waiting Mrs. Selig. “Right, so what did you need?”

Instead of explaining her interruption, Karen just waggled her eyebrows at you. “Ooh, going to text Coach Kent, hmm?”

With an eyeroll, you turned back to hanging up student work. “Oh fuck off,” you mumbled before breaking out into a secret smile.

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[despairinthedeparturelounge]

A/N: did i just wrote something for Sevika? Yes! Do i love it? Probably not and the fact that i wasn't even suppose to write this make me feel more guilty but what can i say the woman is so hot i can't-

Warnings: mentions of blood, injuries and usual arcane fights, a bit sexual tension, soft Sevika? Fluff and happy ending.

English is not my first language

What if Sevika came to you after her fight with Vi?

Back home from your work, you couldn't feel your feet as you walked inside your now dark apartment, a bit cold cause as usual you forgot to close the window ajar beside your bed,

Closing the door behind, you made your way straight to bathroom taking off and throwing your clothes piece by piece on the floor to the bathroom.

A hot shower after standing up and working all day could always help, well you hoped every night before walking inside the shower and standing under the pouring water, after a few minutes you let out a not very steady breath turning off the water and grabbing the rather small baby blue colour towel and wrapping it around your body, carefully walking out of shower cause you didn't bother turning the lights on.

Securing another towel on your head to dry your hair, your feet made a cracking sound on the floor as you sway from one to another humming a song while digging your wardrobe for a comfy fit to wear.

"You look cute" a voice came from the corner, making you gasp and spin on your heel to where the voice was coming from, "i have a knife!" You warned when you heard a familiar chuckle and then a familiar face peaking from the dark, "quit it princess," she was sitting, more like leaning on the chair in the corner of your room with a bottle in her hand "Sevika...?" You called reaching to turn on the light, "how did you get in?"

Your relationship with her was to describe with the word, Complicated! You worked at the Gardens and she was a regular but things changed when she found out you actually worked there as madan's right hand, for a woman like her it was a challenge not to get what she wanted! but it made you more desirable, you and your teasing smirk when you welcomed her, or leaded the way to the room she rented with some girl under her arm, she thought it was easy making you jealous... like, it was suppose to work! But your always smiling face and calm look made her mind go furious, she wanted to grab and pin you against the wall and whip that smirk off of your face, which she kinda did, in her own ways. You couldn't hide the power she had over you, even if you tried you own heart would betray by pounding so hard you felt it can come right out through your shirt, she loved it.

You looked up only to see a beaten up Sevika on your couch, she looked awfully in pain too, "Gods Sevika what have you done!" You almost shouted running to her and carefully placing a hand on her bruised cheek while holding onto your towel with other, "things got...ugly, you're the only person i can trust now!" She said taking another sip of her bottle while holding your gaze the whole time, she was scared, you could tell.

You closed your eyes bending over to her level just to look at the injuries, mostly searching for anything more serious, your heart started beating faster "okay, hold on a second i'm gonna wear something and grab a thing to clean your wound, hm?" You started at her for some seconds before disappearing in some corner and pulling out anything you could from your clothes. She fought, a lot to be exact but this, was different! She was tense, flinched at every small movement you made, the look in her eyes was yearning for safety, something you never witnessed in the past year you spent with her, not like this at least.

You hair was wet and the skin beneath it was damp and covered with small water drops when you got back, wearing a short dress that was a bit, indecent! but the situation was far more important than your choice of clothes now, with a quick move she sat down on the floor leaning against the wall, "girls were asking for you tonight" you pouted making your way closer to her on your knees, taking the clean cloth you pour the alcohol on it to whip the dry blood off of her face, she hissed closing her eyes of the sudden sharp pain alcohol caused, "i know..i know, sorry!" You whispered while grabbing her jaw with your smaller hand, "what happened?" She looked away, ignoring the question as you got even closer, so close she felt the beat of your heart close to her own chest, she places her human hand on your bare thigh moving it a bit higher, "the girls missed me or you?" She said looking at your blushed cheeks, "that red head you always ask for, Stella?" The smirk on her face got bigger while she watched you try to tape the cuts, "aha, Stella! and?" Her tune was kinda serious, her hand was now resting on your waist, that damn dress was so useless, "blondie too" you said looking at her when you were done, "anyone else? What about that tall brunette one? I thought she was being honest when she said i was her best that night..." she acted a bit offended and gave you a cocky look, you exactly knew who she was asking for and what night she meant, "nah, didn't see her around" you rolled your eyes when she forced you to sit on her lab, other hand on your lower back, you just stared at her swallowing the lamp in your throat before your eyes went blur, filled with tears "i was so worried about you.." and with that you throw yourself in her arms, hiding your face in the crook of her neck, "i heard about the fight, everybody did and...and when you didn't show up, i knew it had to do something with you..." you cried clinging to her more and more when she pulled you closer hugging you.

"I'm sorry, hey doll look at me" the pet name make your stomach feel something, she was always the type to call girls by these names but this felt so special for you. She tilted you head but holding your chin with two of her fingers, stroking the skin under her touch. "I'm fine, and i needed to make sure you were too" she gave you a weak smile, "why wouldn't i be?" You asked drying your eyes with the back of your hand, still looking at her "the little trouble maker, Vander's girl is back and i know she won't sit somewhere for herself" she took your hand in hers when you started to play with her fingers, "a birdy told me she got my place from Gardens, so she was there and she sure knows more than just the bar i sit in"

You got the cloth again from your side, carefully brushing it on her bloody knuckles, she watched as you took her hand and start kissing the ripped skin, you lips felt so soft on it, and she swears you released the pain when you kissed it, so the only thing that was running in her mind was your lips on hers now so without further do she held the back of your head and pulled your face closer, close enough for your lips to finally meet hers, you pused a second before closing your eyes and melt into the kiss, it was soft and patient she was taking her time to explore how you actually taste on her tongue, you broke the sync when you gasped feeling the cold metal against your skin,

She pulled back looking at your face, running her thump over your swollen lips, watching your bottom lip parted from your top, she moved you closer and starts kissing your jaw down to your neck and collarbone, "stay for the night" you mouthed almost begged for it, she smiled again your skin taking a deep breath to smell your fresh scent, when her lungs filled with it she gently moved her hand on your skin till she stopped on your lower stomach, "maybe another night princess" she mumbled on your skin while kissing it, "i have some unfinished business to do"

You frowned holding her wrist tightly, "please be careful, i don't care what Silco ask you.. you were nearly killed! We're talking about enforcers and fucking guns!" You pointed the metal arm and looked at her seriously, "you were shot! What if this time it actually hit you? What if they actually hurt you? What if-" "i love you, Y/n!" You were froze in place with you mouth half open, no pet names? Oh she was actually... serious. She wasn't emotional, she never showed any and surly never talked about her feelings, this was.. odd!

"Am i going to die?" You asked her still in shock, "what? No silly!" She laughed placing you down on the floor before standing up, you were still staring at her with wide eyes. She turned around looking at you with the same smirk before opening the door, "i love you too..." you whispered loud enough for her to hear it, along with sudden urge to remind her to stay safe, it took you a few second to get back to reality when you stood up running down the stairs, you watched as she pulled her cloak over her arm and walked away from your street, she'll be back and she'll be safe, you repeated those things when you walked back inside.

[caffeineforbucky]

As Time Goes By...(Chapter three)

A/N: This one took a while to write. I've just been so busy doing absolutely nothing all while procrastinating, so special thanks to that. No, but I really hope you like this, fellow reader. If you like the series, let me know if you want to be tagged!

(Side note: I've been playing RE8, thirsting over lady D, and dying over and over...it's going great! It's part of the procrastination...)

Also, has anyone seen the Bridgerton musical tiktoks? I swear I've had the 'burn for you' song in my head all last month and if you've been living under a rock...here's the link:

https://youtu.be/EwY9_m5qeow

Word Count: 2,299

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem! Reader

Warnings: I don't know....angst? As always, John Walker!?! AKA; Fake Cap. Umm...If I missed any let me know.

(A little PSA: I don't hate John Walker: or the actor. John is a well-written character. This is just strictly for the purpose of where my story is going. I'm more reiterating how Bucky treats him in the show. Thank you!!)

You groan, rolling from your left side to lay flatly on your back, arms spread out beside you. You inhale deeply, becoming aware of the moistened dirt and crushed wildflowers beneath you as they release their aromatics. Birds chirped around you, the busy sounds of traffic fading away while you lie still in the field, oxygen feeling heavy in your lungs.

"Y/N?!"

You barely heard the worrisome calls of Sam over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. You lift your head, the view of icy mountains in the distance, blurry figures making their way towards you while you somehow managed to sit up. Your head was spinning, a sharp ache on the side of your thigh.

Your eyes flickered down, taking note of the small paring knife lodged in your thigh. You exhaled softly, nodding your head at the sight of it. "Okay," You grumble in agreement. With shaking hands, you wrap your fingers around the handle, bracing yourself by taking intervolved breaths before carefully pulling it from your thigh.

You worked fast, ignoring the crunch of rocks and dirt under the acknowledgeable footsteps of Sam and Bucky. Taking babochka, you cut off the end of your pant leg, wrapping the spandex around your wounded thigh before securing it with one of the holsters, tying the ends into a knot. You remain quiet, carefully pushing yourself up to your feet, transferring all of the weight to the opposite leg, eyes drifting up to meet the guys. "Are you guys okay?" You murmur, dusting off the clumps of dirt and dead leaves from your jacket.

"Are you?!" Sam exclaimed incredulously. "You're bleeding!" He points out, gesturing to the bright red staining the skin of your calf as it dripped down to your boot. The wrap might've held the wound shut, but that didn't mean blood wouldn't have soaked through.

"Oh, this?" You ask, glancing down at your leg, the wound throbbing in agony, but you did your best to avoid it. "I've had worse." That was true, from all those years fighting as an avenger. Getting shot, kicked, stabbed, beaten until you were purple, and undergoing mind control. This tiny stab was the least of your worries. It still hurt like hell, and you couldn't hide the discomfort in your features.

"Do you want a piggyback?" Bucky asks suddenly, slightly annoyed at your nonchalance and still concerned nonetheless. You weren't expecting it, the odd but kind offer, especially from the menace himself. Though you weren't one to pass up being carried. With a hesitant nod, you agree, watching Bucky crouch just a bit, allowing you to climb on his back.

The position was awkward for both of you. With his hands tightening on the back of your knees and your arms wrapped around his neck, neither of you could think straight. Yet, you were still thankful. The road to the airport was a long one, and you weren't sure if you could make it in your state. Bucky held you as if you weighed nothing, his super-soldier strength showing off while he carried you on his back, footsteps matching up with Sam. He didn't mind doing it, especially since he was the one who offered, and the proximity was just a bonus.

"Sorry about Redwing," Bucky muses, breaking the silence while the three of you sauntered down the empty road. There was nothing for miles, only empty plains of grass and dirt. Young trees scattered, lacking the greenery around them, evident of the cold weather in Munich.

"No, you're not," Sam remarks, narrowing his eyes to a pinprick at the winter soldier. "You've always hated Redwing."

"That doesn't mean I'm not sorry about it," Bucky grumbles, tightening his hold on you as he felt you slipping. You gasp at the sudden strength, clinging better to his shoulders as well. "How're you doin' up there?" He asks, jaw clenching from your touch.

"All things considering," You sigh, pushing aside the butterflies in your tummy at how close you were to Bucky. "I've been better. We've gotta find out where that super serum is coming from."

"Yeah," Sam chimed in, glancing at you. "-And how the hell after 80 years are there eight super-soldiers runnin' loose?"

Loud honks of a horn ring in your ears, tires treading on the gravel as an army jeep slows down beside the three of you. "So, that didn't go as planned, huh?" John chuckles, pushing the door open only for you to keep walking, paying no mind to the man in stars and stripes.

"Okay, keep going," John utters, signaling the driver to keep up as he pulls the door shut. "Look, at least we know what we're up against, huh? And I'm pretty sure it's one of the big three...so,"

"Aliens, androids, or wizards," Lemar comments as John nods his head in agreement.

"There's no such thing as wizards!" Bucky grunts, keeping his eyes forward, hands on the back of your knees.

"Fine, aliens or androids," John settles, sharing a look with his best friend beside him. "Look, it's 20 miles to the airport, and you guys need a ride. Gary, stop," He instructs, the wheels slowing down. John opens the door once again. "Get in," He sighs, motioning all of you inside the jeep as Bucky and Sam's footsteps came to a halt.

Bucky gently sets you down, taking note of the small whimpers falling from your lips. No matter how tough you appeared to be, you still carried so much vulnerability. "You okay?" He asks, eyes filled with so much concern it almost scared you. He hadn't looked at you like that in a while. "Do you want any help?"

With a soft nod, you oblige to Bucky's ask, needing more help than you anticipated. You didn't want to add any strain or force to your injury. You didn't even realize it happened, and that part of it was Sam's fault for swooping to grab you while you had a knife in hand, but you weren't going to start pointing fingers. You wrap your arm around Bucky's shoulder, using him as support while he boosts you up on the jeep after Sam climbs up first, helping you settle beside him.

"Woah!" John exclaims, almost rising to his feet at the sight of your thigh, your hands stained with blood. "Are you okay?"

With a curt nod, you adjust yourself to relieve some of the pressure while Bucky takes a seat on your left, leaving you to be right smack dab in the middle as he pulls the door shut. You blow out a breath, knowing damn well if it hadn't been for the mishap, you would've walked the damn 20 miles.

"Lemar, hand me the first aid kit," John instructs, pointing to the steel case beside his friend. You wanted to protest, but even you knew that the strap wasn't going to work. Mouthing a thank you, you take the case from Lemar's hand and clip it open.

"Okay, so we got eight super-soldiers on a bulk supply run," John continues, the jeep beginning to roll down the road. You hand the case to Sam, asking him to hold it while you searched for gauze, medical tape, and butterfly bandages, you were probably going to need stitches, but you'd worry about that later. "Why?" John asks, watching closely as you patched up your wound.

"They say their mission is to get things back to the way it was during the blip," Sam answers, handing you another strip of tape. "Maybe they're just tryna help."

"They had a funny way of showing it," Bucky adds, his eyes trained on you, a hiss slipping through your lips as you roll down the remaining spandex. You sigh in relief, the ache becoming dull as you shut the case, giving it back to Lemar.

"Better?" John asks, earning a single nod as a response. "I don't think we've properly met. John Walker," he smiles, offering a shake of his hand, but you didn't move, only staring at the outstretched palm in front of you. "Does she talk?" John mumbles suddenly, looking to Sam or Bucky for a reply.

Your eyes cast down, gaze hardening at the sight of the shield in his grasp. Flashes of Steve running through your mind, the many times he'd catch you trying to throw it like he would. Steve Rogers meant a lot to you, having joined him in not signing the Sokovian accords, being an outlaw, and helping to clear Bucky's name with Sam. So, seeing a man who wasn't Steve hold the shield awoke something in you. Something unkind and hateful.

"When she wants to," You claim, John squirms in his seat, sensing the tension as your eyes flicker to his. "And frankly has no desire to speak to you."

"You don't even know me," John defends, glancing at Bucky, a sly smirk on his lips, and Sam, who rendered quiet, his eyes looking elsewhere. John sets his attention back on you, lips razor thin.

You scoff, shaking your head softly as you fold your arms over your chest. "Jonathon F. Walker," You begin, leaning back in your seat, your eyes never leaving his. "Former Captain of the U.S Army's 75th Rangers Regiment. Graduated at the top of your class from the United States Military and the first person in American history to receive three medals of honor, ran RS-one missions in counterterrorism and hostage rescue."

John's tongue darts between his lips, a frown spreading throughout his forehead at the information you were giving him. Either you did research on him or, you just read his file, which you had done both. You were not one to go into a mission without potentially knowing who you were up against. It was better to be safe than sorry.

"So you saw the news?" John chuckles, the frown falling from his features while he shrugs. "Big deal, so did the entire world."

"Custer's Grove High school alumni."

John's smile falters.

"There you met, Lemar Hoskins and your current wife," You tilt your head in curiosity. "Olivia, right? Or am I getting it wrong?"

Clearing his throat softly, John broke eye contact with you. So you did know him, and you probably knew more than you led on. "Do they always just stare like that?" He gestures between you and Bucky, who had displayed the same distaste for him.

Sam glances beside him, observing the matched body language you shared with Bucky, its no wonder Bucky had taken a liking to you, even if he'd never admit it. "You get used to it," Sam smirks, turning his head back to Walker.

"Okay..." John drags, eyes flickering to the more sensible one of the trio, and that was Sam. "Look, that serum doesn't have the greatest track record, no offense," He waves his hand, dismissing the insult directed towards the only super-soldier in the car.

"We need to figure out where they're going. How'd you track 'em here?" Sam asks, "The flag smashers."

"Uh," Lemar murmurs, scratching the back of his head. "We didn't track them. We tracked you through Redwing."

"You hacked my tech!?" Sam gripes, straightening out his back as he sat up.

"Sorry," John laughs, "It's not exactly hacking. It's government property...kind of the government. Alright, you know things have gotten kind of..."

"Chaotic," Lemar adds.

"Yeah," John nods in agreement. "The GRC, they're doing their best to get things up and running smoothly post blip. If you guys teamed up with us-"

"No." Bucky interrupts. He couldn't let Walker finish that sentence.

"I've got mad respect for all of you," Lemar praises, looking between the trio before him. "But you were getting your asses kicked 'til we showed up."

"And who are you?" Bucky bemuses, cocking a brow at the man next to John.

"Lemar Hoskins," You mention, "I could've sworn we've been through this." You shake your head at the old man, for being 106, he couldn't hear a thing.

"I see a guy hanging out of a helicopter in tactical gear," Sam shrugs, "I'm gonna need a lot more than Lemar Hoskins."

"I'm Battlestar, John's partner."

"Battlestar?" Bucky repeats, narrowing his eyes at Lemar as he nods, confirming his alias. "Stop the car!" Bucky shouts suddenly, brakes screeching as the wheels come to a stop in the middle of the road. Bucky pulls open the handle, ducking, as to not rail his head on the bar-frame above him before hopping off the jeep.

"Look, I get it, okay?" John sighs, calling after Bucky. "I get the attitude, I do. You didn't think the shield was gonna end up here. I get it, Bucky. And I'm not trying to be Steve!"

"Good," You interject, rendering John to settle his eyes on you. "Because you will never be. And just because you're the one wielding it..." You grab the bar above your head, using it to pull yourself up. "It doesn't make you Captain America." And with that, you carefully jump off the jeep, following after the heated super-soldier.

Sighing in frustration, he rips his eyes away from your retreating figures. "I'm not trying to replace him either. I'm just trying to be the best Captain America I can be." He explains to Sam, hoping the falcon would cut him some slack. "-And it'd be a whole lot easier if I had Cap's wingman on my side."

Sam's eyes widen in surprise, his tongue darting between his lips. "It's always that last line," He scoffs, shaking his head as he jumped off the car, following you and Bucky.

John's lips thin out, face scrunching in a scowl. "Let's go," He instructs. The sound of the jeep leaving making its way to your ears.

[vanillann]

5 star conversation (r.p)

a/n: since it’s valentine’s day i thought i should update my softest series to date

word count: 3.3k

reggie peters x gender neutral!reader

5 star conversation masterlist

place three: a 1 star fair

“Flynn, just trust me okay?”

Flynn said nothing as she fell back on the tour bus's couch, for a single second the tiniest smirk was painted across her lips.

“Who are you doing this for exactly?” She got cozy, looking at me from where I stood against the kitchen tops.

“The band,” I nodded, trying my best to keep my voice natural as I lie through my teeth.

“Maybe a bassist in particular?” Flynn laughed when I rolled my eyes, turning back to the open cupboard and looking through the never ending rows of snacks.

“Just thought-”

“I’ll give the driver the address,” Flynn pushed off the cushions and walked behind me, placing her chin on my shoulder for a second, “just hurry up and tell him before the tour is over.”

I smiled slightly at Flynn, the address of the fair pulled up on her phone as she skipped to tell the driver. I played with one of the boxes in front of me, completely zoned out as I watched her back.

How would I just tell him?

The truth was Reggie deserved more than a simple confession, he deserved something crazy you would only hear about in a romcom or even bigger. I didn’t know what I was thinking, maybe I was hoping to see if confessing was even a good idea.

“Whatcha thinking?”

I jumped at how close the voice was, spinning around to find myself face to face with the boy in question. He had a goofy smile on his face and held his hands behind his back while rocking back and front.

“Reg,” I let his name roll off the tongue, letting my breathing return to normal as I calmed my nerves from the little jump scare.

“Sorry, you zoned out I got worried.”

I can have a delicate smile, trying my best. best to remind me he was only a boy. A really cute boy.

“I’m fine, trying to work on some new designs for merchandise,” I shrugged, his smile soft as his eyes seemed to roam my face. I tried not to think much of it, maybe it was nothing, but he always looked at me like I meant something.

“Any good ideas?” He didn’t say anything else as he reached over me, looking at the snacks behind me while trapping me to the counter. His soft scent of lavender and cedarwood was odd but comforting as he had started using my perfume when he would go on stage, claiming it was lucky.

“I-uhm- '' my brain refused to use words, the idea of novelty items barely on the tip of my tongue as I rambled. I didn’t even know what I was saying to be honest, but Reggie smiled and nodded like I had done something right and that was enough for me.

“People will have flannels with my face on it? That’s awesome!” He jumped on his feet slightly, smiling like a puppy dog at the idea.

“I thought you’d like it, and your face would only be on the pocket,” I pointed at him, making sure this didn’t get to his head.

“I don’t even care, if you had told me this in 95 I wouldn't have believed you!”

He spun slightly, moving to the couch Flynn was laying on a little while ago, a Poptart held in between his fingers as he swung around slightly.

“I’m proud of how far you’ve come,” I shrugged. I didn’t think much of my words but when Reggie spun to look at me thought it over.

He looked so emotional, his eyes searching my face as if I told him he won the Nobel Peace Prize. I took the time to take him in, the look he was giving me was something I would never want to forget.

“You’re proud of me?”

“Of course, you’ve come so far and-” my words were cut off, arms around my frame in seconds and all I could smell was Reggie. All I could think was Reggie. I was all Reggie.

I lifted my fingers, playing with the black shirt he wore while he drew shapes on my arm.

“Thank you,” he muttered softly, his voice sounded far away as we stood in the kitchen.

“Anytime Reg.”

The silence that followed was nice, something I enjoyed deeply as I felt his arm grow tired around me.

“I need to say something,” Reggie pulled back just enough for me to see his face, the hard light from outside made his look like he was glowing almost.

“What-”

“Is that the last Poptrat?”

I push off Reggie, my hands find the countertop behind me as I tried my best to not look so caught. I frowned when I noticed Luke’s smirk, his eyes looking between Reggie and I while his finger pointed to the Poptrat that Reggie held in his hand.

“I-uhm- it’s the last Strawberry-” Reggie tripped over his words, suddenly letting the Poptrat fall from his finger before he reached out to grab it.

“You gonna eat it?” Luke slowly crossed his arms, his muscle tee making his arm look large and intimidating as he looked between us both.

“Oh uhm-” Without another word Reggie crammed the Poptrat into his mouth, a nervous laugh fell from his lips and he smiled at Luke. I covered my mouth, doing my best to hide my little giggles as the two bickers, something we had all grown to use too.

“Well, guess we have to get some when we stop,” Luke snapped, his smirk only growing when he saw me glide my thumb over my neck, begging him to shut up just for once.

“When are we stopping?” I was in shock to see Reggie and pretty much already finished the Poptrat but said nothing about it.

“A few minutes, (Y/N) here had a plan.”

I suddenly felt stuck and Reggie turned to look at me, his eyes scanning my own for answers as my brain broke. I forgot everything, what even was my name anymore?

“I need to find Alex and Julie,” the words came out rushed, I didn’t even wait for Luke or Reggie to answer before I was slipping out of the tension filled room to the back where we slept.

My feet were working faster than my brain, carrying me away from Luke’s cursed situation. Why did he always have to do that?

I really was starting to hate Luke Patterson.

“(Y/N)!”

I jumped, my hand over my heart again and I swear I was going to put cow bells on everyone before the last venue in a few weeks.

“Julie!” I did my best to match her excitement but I could tell she saw right through me.

“Where is this place you taking us?”

“Surprise?” I did my best jazz hands, an awkward smile on my lips as I tried to escape everyone for a minute. This whole crush thing was so overwhelming.

“Spill,” she grabbed my upper arm, not thinking twice as we slipped into the nearby bathroom and shut the door. Julie leaned against the door, the small space only has so much room as I sat on the top of the toilet.

“It was a surprise for Reg,” I shrugged, trying not to make eye contact with Julie as I played with one of the rings on my fingers. Flynn got it for me at a cheap store that was supposed to be a mood ring but it never moved from the deep blue.

“Is it his birthday? Did I forget again?” Julie started to panic but I grabbed the end of her sweater to stop her.

“No, it’s this one star fair I found on the internet.”

“A one star fair?”

“I know I was shocked when I found it, apparently it just open so it doesn’t have a lot of reviews-”

“How are you both so in love?” Julie almost laughed at my rambling, her smile bright as she looked at me and talked with my hand.

“Don’t use the “L” words, but yeah I have a crush on him. I just thought it would be funny,” I held my headrest on the wall behind me.

I shouldn’t have thought of this plan. This might be the worst idea I’ve had in a while.

“It’s cute,” Julie smiled sweetly at me, something I was grateful for.

“It’s not stupid?” I looked up at her, my knee almost knocking her as we seemed to draw closer with each word.

“Of course not!” Julie reached out for my hand, which I obviously let her take. She gave the slightest smile, my own smile meeting my lips before a loud banging on the bathroom door took our moment.

“I have to pee!” Alex’s voice echoed through the crowded bathroom.

*

Reggie almost fell from the tour bus, a little death glare over his shoulder at Flynn who didn’t look to feel bad for her little shove. He was stalling and it was starting to send me in a panic, as I rocked on my heels in front of the fair with a nervous smile.

Once Reggie stopped looking at Flynn to me, his face fell for a second. I did awkward jazz hands, hoping I didn’t blow this joke out of the water and I now looked stupid. Reggie read the sign above my head, his head tilted but a little smile was now painted on his lips.

“What’s this?”

“A one-star fair?” It came out as more of a question and I hoped I wasn’t digging this hole even deeper. The smile that once painted his face grew, his feet took off until he was in front of me and wrapping his head around me.

I fell back slightly at the force but smiled nonetheless, happy that I had chosen the right place for our break. I let my arms wrap around the back of his next, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck and I couldn’t imagine a world without him in it.

I looked over his shoulder, rolling my eyes and Alex and Luke made kissy faces and Flynn turned and rubbed her hand over her back as if she was kissing someone. My friends were middle schoolers.

“I love it,” Reggie whispered in my ear before he pulled back, his eyes going back to the sign above my head before he grabbed my hand and turned over his shoulder.

“Race ya to the bumper cars!”

Without another word, Reggie was almost pulling me behind me as we raced into the fair. My legs were slightly burning and my throat felt sore from laughing but I couldn’t bring myself to care as Reggie rushed around different obstacles. The workers looked annoyed at us as we rushed around them, our laugh probably way too loud for this time in the evening but I couldn't care as I looked over my shoulder to find Alex and Flynn holding hands and pracing like they belonged in the Sound of Music. Reggie came to a stop, my body colliding into his back.

“We won!”

He jumped around, I tried my best to ignore the feeling of his fingers wrapped in mine. It felt so normal, like it was meant to be glued together for an art project.

“Because you ran like Lighting McQueen,” Flynn commented, giving Reggie while squeezing my arm.

“Who’s that again?” Reggie turned to me, his eyebrows raised as he waited for my answer but it never came. Instead a laugh bubbled out the back of my throat, looking at his confused face was making it worse.

“I thought you were on my team!”

“I am,” I did my best to defend myself but my laughing only grew louder the longer we stood there.

“Where’s Julie and Luke?”

“Getting passes,” Alex pointed over his shoulder, his eyes looking at me and he quickly sent a wink. Did everyone know about my plan?

“Until then, (Y/N) and I will walk around.”

I nodded, smiling at Reggie while I waved at Flynn and Alex. The two gave me a thumbs up and I was grateful Reggie didn’t decide to turn around in that moment.

“You didn’t have to do this, you know?”

I looked back at him, smiling as I still felt our hands together. He hadn’t let go yet.

“I wanted to, since you planned the diner,” I shrugged, as if I didn’t seem almost a week planning and searching to find a place that was five star that I didn’t think would kill us.

“Well thank you, the bus was starting to get stuffy with everyone.”

I nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. I loved the band, they were everything to me, but it’s hard living on a bus with them. Flynn and I lived in a studio apartment together and that became a lot at times, although the fans loved the content they got because of us living together.

I spotted Julie waving at us, I excused myself from Reggie and walked to her. She smiled at me, holding passes in her hand that were obviously made for some cheap car-stock paper, which I felt add to the vibe of the entire park. It had a few basic rides and a bunch of rigged games, with the oldest looking Ferris Wheel in the world.

“Does he look happy?” I asked Julie as soon as I got close enough, taking the passes from her out of reach and looking over my shoulder. As soon as I did he waved at me, going back to looking at the sky.

“Yes, very. He’d be happy if you dug him a hole with nothing in it,” Julie shrugged, squeezing my shoulder.

“I think I’m gonna tell him,” I spoke, a little smile playing on my lips as Julie smirked.

“I would hope you didn’t drag us out here for nothing to happen.”

I rolled my eyes, walking backwards to Reggie as I stuck my tongue out at her, which she returned. Once I knew I was growing closer I turned around, handing Reggie one of the passes with a smile.

“What’s first on the agenda?” I looked up at him, smiling when he gave me that look. The same look from the hotel and the diner, like I meant something.

“I have to win you a stuffed animal, I’d be a horrible person if I didn’t!”

He didn’t wait for me this time, walking to the nearest rigged game and flashing the pass at the guy. The boy behind the counter seemed bored, barely giving us a glance before handing Reggie the darts.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

“Totally,” he brushed me off, closing his left eye and sticking his tough out the side of his mouth. I watched him and admired him more so.

The sun was about to set behind him, casting the prettiest glow across his hair and his features. He looked so consistent and his eyebrows raised to his hairline. He looked like something out of a romcom, where the girl realizes it has always been the boy in front of her.

He threw the dart, completely missing the board and falling to the grow. I watched the boy cover his mouth, hiding a laugh and I frown. I didn’t waste time, reaching for one of Reggie’s darts and quickly aiming at the dart board. I toned out all the noise, quickly throwing the dart and making it in the center. I smirked, looking at the boy with an innocent smile.

“I win, right?”

“Uhm, yeah,” he turned around and took the dart out of the board, taking the other dart from in front of Reggie and turning back to me. I looked over the stuffed animals, my eyes landing on one of a small brown horse. I pointed at that one, not saying a word as I watched him pull it down without hesitation.

As soon as the horse was placed in my palm the boy went back to his phone, ignoring Reggie and I. I finally looked at Reggie, his eyes still trained on the dart board with his jaw hanging. He turned back to me, his smile reaching his lips again as he jumped up and down.

“That was amazing!”

I grabbed one of his wrists, his hand held open in front of me as I placed the horse in the center of his hand.

“Now you have a horse,” I shrugged, thinking back to the conversation from the diner with a little smile. He looked between the horse and I, the smile only kept growing and I felt myself jump within myself.

I was going to tell him. I was going to tell him that I was completely whipped for him no matter the place or time. No matter if it was a one star or five star hotel, I wanted Reggie Peters at my side.

As my mouth opened to speak I heard loud screaming, turning around to find the front of the gate was full of girls and boys alike, each had shirts with Julie and the Phantom plaster on the front.

“Crap,” I grabbed Reggie’s wrist, ducking behind a display as I looked around for everyone else. I saw Luke wave at us, everyone climbing onto the Ferrie’s Wheel. I pointed to him, Reggie getting my idea as we jumped from display to display.

We got caught.

Once we got close enough to the Ferris Wheel we made a dart for it, smiling when Luke held an empty container for us, both of us jumping in and sitting on the floor instead of the seats. Luke quickly joined the other, waving the worker to start the machine. I smiled when I heard the loud creek, now this was definitely an adventure.

“Taylor didn’t like that,” Reggie held up the horse for me slightly, laughing when I rolled my eyes.

“Did you name your horse after Taylor Swift?”

“I plead the fifth!”

I laughed harder but my laughs were replaced with yelps as the machine started rocking, not in a fun way either. I leaned into Reggie's side without thinking but he said nothing, letting his arm wrap around my shoulder to keep me at his side. I felt myself chew at my bottom, wondering what would have happened if the fan didn’t come.

“Thank you, I know we didn’t get to hang out before we got busted but it means alot.”

I nodded against his chest, looking up at the cotton candy pink skies above us as the machine started up again. I felt Reggie’s head move, most likely looking up at what I was looking at.

“It was nothing.”

“It was everything (Y/N), you are everything,” his words were soft against my ear, this breath hot over the cool breeze that washed over my face. I didn’t want to look him in the eye, I didn’t think I could handle it but his finger grabbed my chin and I didn’t have a choice.

His nose brushed against mine, his face so close I couldn’t imagine this would ever happen. He looked so innocent and perfect and I just felt myself leaning in until the container door was ripped open, one of the bodyguards from the bus stood above us.

Reggie and I broke from each other, his horse falling between us as my side rushed into the metal seat. I felt the embarrassment overtake my body, this body guard looked sorry but also told us he would be escorting us from the fair.

I nodded, letting Reggie get out first as I sat in self-pity for a second while rubbing my hand over my face.

Maybe I shouldn’t sign up for any more one-star events.

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Frosty Fear and the Fury of Flames (Dragonshifter! Shouto x Reader) Part 3

Part 2 ^

Hahaha, a part 3 for you??? It’s more likely than you’d think. This is actually kinda fun to write in parts, although it takes me a while. I have a few requests waiting to be answered still and that kinda bums me out still. Gonna be getting a lot more of Todoroki though. Haha… I like fire boys. Also, if you can’t tell. I really want to play dnd.

Tw: Yandere, Nightmares, Slight Gore

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“Bakugou, are you sure about this? I mean-” 

“Did I ask for your opinion, Shitty hair? Come on, get that damn wimp ready to go. We’re going to need to get out of here if we are going to get them away from that damn dragon.” The grimace on his face as deeper set than usual as you were forced to pack up with the others yet again.

They were going to abandon their mission, since there were other things they could do. That was what Bakugou told you at least, you had a feeling that none of the jobs in this tavern were worth half as much to the group as the one involving Shouto was. Still, you were grateful that they wanted you to stay and that you could be useful to them.

You couldn’t stop the sinking feeling though as you knew that getting farther away would be good, but also… They had to do something like give up the goal they had been working towards to assist you. 

The morning was still dark, no sun peaked on the horizon as the birds only just began singing their morning songs. The bags were packed and soon you were all ready to go by the time the sky began to lighten. You would be heading east and down the mountains a good ways until you got to the plains, travelling for about two weeks before stopping in another city called White Fields. Something was said about dangerous rock formations that would cause small landslides and magic folk you couldn't talk to. Not much rest would be allowed, wanting to get as far as possible from the mountains and desert. If luck was on their side, they would be out of reach by that point, since Shouto was still unable to travel that far from what you have learned. Something about territory disputes and bad blood.

That was the plan and you were praying to whatever would listen that it would work. 

"Are you ready, (Y/N)? We had better get going." Mina spoke from the doorway of the little room of the inn. Her face showed a bit of concerned and you realized you had been scratching a bit at your arm. You hurriedly covered the scratches and grabbed the sack with your more material belongings, the golden jewelry, things you had taken from the cave. Following her out to the boys, you all got moving as you walked out of town. 

The place where the sun rose was your destination. Going throughout the day. The further day the mountains, the darker the forests and the colder it was. It was a bit misty out with the morning still being new. The winter would hit quickly this year and you could tell. At least it would here. The cold air from last night seemed to be cradled here. Your arm hairs prickled as you all walked. 

It was as you pulled your arms closer to yourself that you heard Denki speaking, "Hey, you look… like you might want this." He pulled off the warm yellow cloak he had worn throughout the time you had seen him and offered to hand it to you.

"Oh- It's nothing. I'll be fine… The sun will warm me up soon enough. You know I'm not a princess though, so you probably shouldn't call me that." You said with a tiny fake smile. "I appreciate the offer though."

"Aw, maybe I shouldn't call you princess then. No princess holds a candle to you anyways! You have to be the product of some goddess of beauty." He laughed as you couldn't stop the heat rushing to your face, "Don't be so shy. I'm just teasing you. Though you do make a cute face when you're embarrassed. Still, you should take it. I'll be fine without it for a minute."

"Kaminari, I swear to all the gods that I will shove so many rocks into your mouth, if you don't stop flirting. You'll be shitting so many rocks that you could put it on a resume." Bakugo was throwing nonsense threats and this just resulted in some laughter as you had never heard a threat more ridiculous. It was like it was written by someone who didn't actually know how to properly threaten people or something. 

Ah yes. That is me. The narrator, who cannot narrate without getting sidetracked. Now, watching you and the group laugh… The tension of impending doom is nowhere to be found as you all walk the beginnings of the mountains' autumnal scenery. The yellow cloak draped on your shoulders as you continued and Denki at your side, chatting idly with you. His presence and the conversation taking the pressure of the situation away. It seemed he was an expert, being a bard. Something told you to be careful though. The stereotype with musicians and their unfaithfulness… 

There was more time to mull over the prospect later, but you also just found him so jolly. It was a real treat. Going through the day, nothing happened. It was painfully boring event-wise, tiring, but you made progress. You had begun to feel uneasy, despite Kaminari distracting. Something was lurking in the forests, in the trees. Everything seemed about as turned around for you as a spinning carnival mirror maze. 

Sero, Kiri, and Mina seemed to have had no problem as you were led by them. The group was much closer together now and the laughter began to cease. Night would come and the wish to leave these mountains was becoming louder within your head. It was eerie.

No one spoke much while the dark branches of nearly black barked pines hung above with their ruddy red leaves. The silver of the wood beneath was visibly upon some broken branches and on the stumps that you would sometimes pass on the thinning path. They looked unpleasantly rough to touch. Small barbs lining the branches and serving as more than a small warning to be careful around them. 

Soon the light would go, so Kiri found a spot around where some trees had fallen and sat up a fire for the night, while you picked up anything on the ground to make it less rocky. It was also handy for you to get more sticks for the fire. These trees burned infamously easy. A single mistake with a fire and it could go up in minutes, but it would burn for a long time. It was not usual for anyone to cut any down due to the inhabitants though and the consequences. You didn't know what they were and you weren't about to try to find out by harming the forest. 

Dinner was easy, still being able to have some good leftovers from the inn. You had to eat them all today, but it was still going to be fuel until the next time you went to eat fresh food, cooked by someone else at least.

Denki couldn't help lightening the mood as he pulled out his stringed instrument and started playing a lovely song… It was familiar, somehow. You struggled to think of what it was called, but you knew the words. It was peaceful and it definitely seemed to help Mina perk up again as she began talking with Sero. Bakugo seemed less irritable as he ate, the music must calm the beast. You couldn't help the smile that came on your face at that thought.

Singing along probably wouldn't keep him calm, but you oh so wanted to… It would be a little embarrassing, but others might join in.

So you did. It was time to have some fun.

You hummed along and started singing, 

"How much is love worth?

Yet, we're giving it for free.

Didn't cost a penny, but

I've gained everything.

I'd do anything to make her smile

My darling

My darling

Darling~

If only she would look out

Of that dreamy little world

She would then see

That while I am no prince

And will make her crazier than me

I would never quit to admit I'm wrong

I'd always get on her nerves,

She would hate the way I eat

And only then it's worse.

I'd complain about her mother

Even though she's quite alright

I won't stop til I see her blush

Red in the dead of night.

An immoral proposition

If not only for a tease

But I have some qualities

that put her mind at ease.

I love her more than the sea does a shore

As the sun does the horizon,

Unafraid to come back home

And get her blood arising 

Kiss her face and hold her hand

I'll never let her go.

I'm lucky that she loves it

Where I'd be without it, who would know

That she likes to feel the spite

That even though I mess around

I'm in her bed tonight 

Of my darling,

My darling

My darling

Darling

Not doing as the birds and bees 

But holding on her hand,

Kissing at her face

And saying things for show

Her pretty crimson blush

Cause when I see it, then I know

That the hand life dealt

Was a royal flush."

Denki sang with you as the others watch, some la's and humming as you got up with a spin. The swirl of your dress and body as you sang out each part with more confidence. Mina laughed when you would dance and Kirishima was keeping the beat.

After a while, the singing stopped and soon the group started to settle in. 

Bakugo took first watch with Kirishima, Sero and Denki. Then Mina and you. Only because of practicality. It was to be in three hour shifts. It was when you laid down on your bed roll and cover yourself with a blanket you had been given. The night would be cold, but the fire was big enough to warm you as you sleep. As soon as you eyes closed, you were out. A day of travelling made you more than ready to sleep. It was a wonderful thing to sleep with good dreams, but you seemed to lack any dreams lately.

Not tonight.

You woke up in an ashen forest. Smoke choked life as blue flames rose in the distance. It snowed. You could hardly distinguish the ash from the snow until it would either burn you or melt on your skin. Getting up was impossible, the burning branch crushed your legs.

The acrid smell of burnt hair and smoke. It stung your eyes as you tried to tears away while coughing. You just couldn't stop coughing. "Please! Please! Denki?! Mina!" 

You were crying and struggling. The wood was too heavy and you could see the blood on the snow. You were bleeding heavily. It hurt. It hurt.

"Somebody help me! Please! I don't want to die." You couldn't stop the tears as you thrashed about. Soon you stopped though. A growl sounding above you. Blue eyes and blackened scales, injuries beyond counting.

El diablo azul. The shivering continued as you looked up, nothing short of full blown trembling as he snorted hot air over you and knocked the branch away. Draconic was spoken to you as you scrambled back from him. It was deep and grumbling, not hissing or growling like the words spoken by Endeavor or Shouto. 

"I don't under- understand. Thank you though…" You couldn't look away from those blue eyes as they seemed to glint with amusement before the great black wings beat against the air. Smoke and snow getting caught up as he was off again and soaring over the burning forest. Lying in the snow though, you wouldn't be able to get up. Maybe he wanted to give you a chance to survive. So you pulled yourself up and began to walk through the blizzard, blood oozing from your thigh and ash caked on your skin. You weren't going to make that help mean nothing.

Though, you were confident. You looked up to see something far worse than the fire ahead. Red and white scales. Shouto was coming for you. 

Blinking your eyes open as you were shaken awake. Sweat coated your body while you panted, "Stop- Stop! Please."

It was as you jolted up, you saw Denki looking with fear at you. His hands had been shaking you awake and scrambled away. Out of breath as you looked around frantically. "Shshshh, You need to be quiet. You're attracting too much attention. You were screaming in your sleep. What in the world were you dreaming about…?"

"Nothing, it was nothing, Denki… Just a bad dream. I um, I'll take the rest of your shift if you want to go back to sleep. I don't think I can…" You murmurred. 

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Summary: It was an afternoon spent with your circle of friends. From bowling to stuffing your faces in your favorite barbecue place. With a lot of deep talks, insecurities, and truths unfolding involved, Jinyoung, the guy you thought was your best friend, put all your pieces back together. He wasn't just a best friend after all.

Characters: Park Jinyoung x reader x Mark Tuan ft. Got7

Genre: fluff / romance

A/N: Hello, welcome to my first imagine :> Hope you like it.

Word Count: 1,914 words

Bowling is one of the activities you and your friends enjoy. But no matter how many times you go, you still couldn't get the hang of it and it frustrates you everytime and wears your energy out.

"Aren't we going to eat?" You whined as you were about to leave the bowling place. "Calm those monsters down, (Y/N)." Mark chuckled. Your..

You do not know how to explain your relationship with Mark. You're sure that you aren't just friends. It's different than the rest.

There were a lot of teasing from your friends as to how you guys really suit each other and how much you like each other without admitting, even forcing the two of you to confess.

"Barbecue night, it is!" Jackson exclaimed as they all went to their own cars. There were ten of you so two cars were enough for transportation.

JB, Youngjae, Bambam, Yugyeom were at Jackson's car. I'm at Mark's car with Hannah, Mina, and Jinyoung.

Mark went straight to his car and had the engine started. You were about to proceed to the passenger's seat but Hannah beat you to it unconsciously. You felt a pang of jealousy as to how it seemed like the seat belonged to her. Like she was entitled and so used to seating there.

Mina went inside the car without saying anything. You were left with Jinyoung standing there. You felt his hands on yours as he lead you towards the car.

"Hey, I brought my car. (Y/N) and I will use that. We'll see you there." You realized that Jinyoung came when you were halfway through your game which explains why he brought his car with him.

You and Mark know each other very well but not enough to understand one's complexity. Unlike Jinyoung. Jinyoung knows and understands everything. He is your best friend among all nine.

You two were silent for the first few minutes of the ride. The barbecue place isn't really far but Jinyoung is driving extra slow today and is taking all the longest possible routes. You knew he wanted to talk. The way his fingers play with the steering wheel, sometimes playing with his lips.

You were about to break the silence when he spoke, "What is your relationship with Mark? Really, I'm so confused."

"We're friends, Jinyoung."

"Don't you even get me started with that." He shut you up immediately.

"(Y/N), we all know what's going on between you and Mark and Hannah. And if everyone is oblivious about the tension, then I am not. I know you too well."

It was last week Tuesday when Hannah, Jinyoung, and Jackson came over your house and had a few drinks, played a few games, truth or dare. If there's alcohol involved, a lot is exposed.

Of course you were all curious when it comes to each other's relationships. And Hannah is probably one of the most mysterious one. And you just happen to ask her the most recent guy she had a fling with.

"That night at your house. Do you remember how Hannah confessed that she and Mark had a thing? And how she kept her feelings because you started telling things about you and Mark?"

You flinched.

"Then a few days after when we were complete and were at their resort. Do you remember drinking too much that you asked questions about what she feels about Mark and tried to pick a fight with her when he was literally sitting in between? How you became so mad when we stopped playing spin the bottle and asking you to sleep? How you were begging us to play one more round because you had a lot of questions to ask and things to say? How you cried after that?"

By this time, Jinyoung had stopped driving and parked the car.

"(Y/N), I couldn't forget how you started sobbing when Hannah hugged you. How you pushed her and kept on telling her to stay away. How desperate you sounded calling me and asking me to keep her away from you. I couldn't forget the pain on her face. Even if you were drunk she knew there was a reason. She knew the reason. And even if you kept on saying there was no reason why you were crying, I knew it was because of that. Your cries were too painful to hear and to believe that there is no reason behind that."

Your hands were gripping on your dress so hard your knuckles turned white.

Everything from that day flashed into your mind. When you woke up in the middle of the night but can't see anything, couldn't even get a grasp of your phone or any phone to give you light. But you knew Hannah and Mark weren't in the bed when all of you could fit since three beds were next to each other.

The next morning instead you find both of them on the sofa. Lying close to each other given the small space they have. And you tried to act unaffected all through out the day.

"How can I forget how painful those two days were for you? And now you expect me to not notice everything? How you two try to act like everything's fine especially around Mark? Mark who does not know a single fucking thing."

"Jinyoung, stop." Your voice came out so weak that you even surprised yourself. Tears were pouring out endlessly.

He immediately pulled you into a tight hug and kissed your temple. "(Y/N).."

He wants to say something. But all that came out from his mouth after your name was a sigh.

Everyone was settled and had already started eating when the two of you arrived. "Hey, what took you so long?" Mark greeted you with a smile and patted the empty seat next to him. You were hesitant but you didn't want him to think that something's wrong.

Jinyoung was on your other side, acting like nothing happened and conversed with the others. "Oh, we had some things to drop off."

"I haven't eaten anything yet, I was waiting for you."

Even with laughters and a lot of silliness, you couldn't help but drown on your thoughts and be awfully quiet. Mark, being the good guy he is, noticed this and decided to ask you about it while the bill is being settled.

"Are you not feeling well today, (Y/N)?" He has his arm on your shoulders and used the other to check your temperature.

"No, no, I'm fine. Just a little bit tired, I guess."

"They're going up the roof deck after this. Do you want me to drive you home?" Jinyoung is watching the two of you and he gave you a small nod, signalling you to let Mark take you home.

"Is it okay?" Your voice is really unsure and fragile tonight. "Yeah, of course, baby." His gaze was soft at how fragile you looked. "Let's go."

The drive back home was quiet. Not awkward-quiet way. But a comforting one. He had his hand wrapped around yours while the other one was securing the steering wheel.

His phone rang and you saw Hannah's name. "Can you answer it and put it on speaker for me, please?"

You didn't say a word but you did it for him anyway.

"Hey Mark?"

"Yeah?"

"Can you drive me home tonight, please? I really need to go. Something happened at home and everyone's not suited to drive right now and-"

"Hey, hey, Hannah. Calm down. I'll drop (Y/N) and then I'll drive you home. Is everything okay?"

"I don't know, Mark. I don't know but they need me home-"

"Are you okay?"

The call ended right when you were in front of your house. "Thank you, Mark."

You heard the car door shut and footsteps towards you as you were about to open the door. "(Y/N)? Did I do something wrong?"

"It's still Hannah, isn't it?" Your question caught him off guard. "What?"

"Just answer me."

"No." His answer was full of uncertainty and he knew it.

"I'm not dumb, Mark. Just answer honestly." You were fighting the tears at this moment and your hands were shaking so much you had to hide them in your jacket.

"I'm sorry." Even if you knew the answer, it still broke you when you heard it coming from him.

"Of course you're sorry." You let out a forced laugh. "You should go. She's waiting for you. Good night, Mark." These were your last words to him before turning your back against him and shut the door.

You spend a lot of time crying but you knew it wouldn't help so you desperately called for Jinyoung to come over.

"Fuck." He cursed at the sight of you, wrapping you in his arms when he came.

Hannah is close to perfect. She grew up in Australia and her dad is Australian. She's just the perfect mix. She catches everyone's attention wherever she goes by just simply walking. She's more on the girlish side, she's so careful with her actions, and she's the kind of girl that everyone would want. She's the kind of girl that makes people want to protect her.

"And then there's me. I speak whatever comes into my mind, I don't filter my words, I act like a guy most of the time. We're just so different, Jinyoung."

"Stop it. Your strong personality is something you should be proud of. I honestly love that about you. You tend to be independent most of the time and defend yourself from everyone. You do act a bit like a guy, yes, but that's adorable. You appear so strong on the outside but you're just as vulnerable as Hannah when it comes to people that you care for."

Your tears stopped pouring at Jinyoung's words.

"And don't you ever compare your physical appearance to her's. You don't see it do you? The way you catch everyone else's attention? If I were a stranger in the same crowd as you, you would definitely catch my attention. You have this aura around you and it's not something that can be ignored. Always remember that."

You have your head on his chest while he is playing with your hair. His words were very effective and it calmed you down.

"It's Mark's fault if he couldn't see that."

You muttered a small thank you and you remained in the same position and not talking.

"Jinyoung?"

"Hmm?"

You got up from your position to face him.

"Why can't it be just you? All this time I kept on wishing it was you."

"What do you mean?"

"I can hang around with you without feeling insecure even when I'm surrounded by pretty girls. I can talk to you about everything, even my insecurities. I'm being myself so much when I'm around you. Why couldn't it be you, then?"

Your body was on fire with all that came out of your mouth.

"What do you mean why can't it be me? (Y/N) it has always been me. It took you so long and so many heartbreaks to realize that." You were studying his face. You never had the chance to appreciate your best friend's attractiveness until know.

"Are you going to let me in and give me a chance to prove to you?"

"No, Jinyoung. I think you have already proved so much."

He broke into a grin and hugged you so tight.

"We'll take it slow, baby."