#like i have a bit planned where they meet outside the washroom

[thawthebeez]

okay guys i may have gotten the haikyuu brain blast that i've been waiting for. that's right baybee i'm talkin' post-time skip Ali Roma/ASAS pre-game, during-game, and post-game kghn moments muahaha

[anixknowsnothin]

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I WROTE A FULL REVIEW OMG

Mean Girls the Musical

The entire production of "Mean Girls the Musical" was absolutely amazing. The sets, the actors, the production, lighting, and sound were all outstanding. I was completely captivated and didn't blink once. The musical was incredibly funny, and both my parents enjoyed it, although some choreography in "Where Do You Belong" and "Meet the Plastics" felt a bit inappropriate to watch with them. Thankfully, it wasn't as intense as "Heathers."

I wore all pink because, as the famous line goes, "On Wednesdays, we wear pink."

Detailed Comments

The Beginning: The show opened with Janis and Damien at a Mandatory NSHS Friendship session, which was hilarious. I adore Janis—I'm practically in love with her—and Damien was iconic, especially with his recurring George Michael poster joke.

A Cautionary Tale: This song is a favorite of mine. Janis and Damien's voices blend beautifully, and I couldn't stop smiling while mouthing the lyrics.

It Roars: This song had significant lyric changes and was shortened. Cady only had a mom in this version. Despite the sets feeling a bit empty, Cady’s talent shone through. The play also emphasized Cady's outsider feelings through her awkward first interaction with Aaron, which was a good substitute for the original animal-human comparison.

Where Do You Belong: Damien stole the show here, especially in the girl's washroom scene. The supporting cast quickly changed costumes to represent different high school groups, which got my respect . Although some lyrics were altered, the essence remained, and Damien's desire to join the dance team was a cute touch.

Meet The Plastics: The Plastics were iconic. Initially, I wasn't fond of Regina due to my bias toward Taylor Louderman, but as the musical progressed, I fell in love with Regina's embodiment of the mean girl spirit through her voice, expressions, and actions.

Stupid with Love: This song was shortened, likely for time, and possibly merged with its reprise (still having brain fog). It remained one of my favorites.

Apex Predator: This performance was powerful and my favorite of the night. The combination of Janis and Cady's voices and the choreography illustrating the animal-human parallel was just, WOW.

What's Wrong with Me?: Gretchen's performance was emotional and relatable. The actress vividly portrayed her insecurity and self-doubt, and Cady's awkwardness was quite uh evident.

Stupid with Love (Reprise): Adorable song, though I don't have many additional comments.

Sexy: This song was incredibly catchy. Karen's comedic timing was spot-on, and the costumes were fantastic. I couldn't stop singing it after the show.

Someone Gets Hurt: This song showcased Regina's gaslighting and was one of my favorites. The performance illustrated Aaron's shifting emotions and Regina's vocal experimentation was impressive.

Revenge Party: A super fun and energetic song. Janis's desperation to ruin Regina's life was palpable, and the supporting cast excelled. It highlighted the fakeness in people.

Intermission

Fearless: Gretchen started to stand up for herself, and Cady's transformation into a mean girl had begun. Karen was purely there for vibes.

Stop: This song wasn't there I think, atleast not memorable to me, but it was replaced with Cady planning a party. (Again, brain fog.)

What's Wrong with Me (Reprise): The parallel between Mrs. George and Gretchen was clear and shows how Regina is surrounded by people who are willing to do anything.

Whose House Is This?: A wild and fun number that marked Cady's final transformation into a Plastic. Karen's cluelessness about whose house it was added humor.

More Is Better: Cady's fakeness was evident, and Aaron's attempt to connect with her highlighted her flaws. The line "You are like a clone of Regina" was pivotal.

Someone Gets Hurt (Reprise): This song showcased the breakdown of Janis's and Cady’s flawed relationship. While Janis used Cady for revenge, Cady also went too far. Damien's humor provided a lot of relief too.

World Burn: Regina's best performance imo. Her acting, the fire effects, sets, and vocals were all powerful and compelling.

I'd Rather Be Me: This song boosted my self-esteem and conveyed a positive message. It marked a huge turning point in the play. I also believe Janis used this song as an opportunity to flip us off.

Final Few Scenes: Cady visiting Regina, and only she and Janis showing up to see Regina, spoke volumes about their characters. The drug case and Cady's suspension led to her realization that it was time to change.

Do This Thing: Cady's speech about not pitting women against each other while her opponent focused on solving the puzzle was quite entertaining. Plus the topic of “Limits” being the final question was symbolic, it had me asking “what is the limit of meanness”

I See Stars: A cute and happy ending to an amazing show. I was bopping my head along.

Overall Impression: "Mean Girls the Musical" was an incredible experience, and I loved every moment of it. I officially died dead.

[bigmeatbro]

By now, when you've discovered yourself to be a cockpred for at least a decade, you start to easily recognize when that feeling of hunger down there begins, and your cock wants something to swallow. But with practice you can control that hunger for a little while if you have to, like if you aren't able to swallow someone in that moment. Hell, some preds prefer to wait for the right moment to strike, not to rush having a meal, and can wait a long time for a good prey. Regardless of how a pred eats however, just like hunger for food, sometimes you can go from 0 to 100 in terms of needing prey. And you'll become desperate to satisfy that craving, you can't ignore those pred instincts forever. It's very dangerous for a pred to tone down that side of them for too long of a time. Well, at least dangerous for any unlucky soul who meets a starved pred.

I was hitting up my best friend Rick at our usual pub hangout this evening. We first met as teens in school and we've been tight since day one. Love that dude, he always got me. Still, even if he was my bro I could never bring myself to tell him what my cock does. I never even once thought of eating him before, he was that close to me. Anyway, tonight was supposed to a normal night out, and it's been a while since we met up, about a week ago. We normally hang out every day. He's been incredibly busy with work and so have I. Coincidentally, my last cock meal was also about a week ago, and it has been needing prey badly. A week with no prey is roughly my limit. My cock has never gone a full week with no meal, there's always a few at the minimum per week. I only have so much reserves before it would just swallow the first guy it senses, no matter who it is, and no matter where we are. I'd love to have shoved a guy down my shaft by then, I just haven't had the time to properly hunt this week. I knew it was a risk to meet up with Rick without a good meal in me, but with how our schedules are, it had to be like this. I thought that once he left I'd immediately find a different guy right after and swallow the bastard in private, but my hunger had other plans.

Rick and I had a few beers at the bar already, and I had to break the seal, and went to take a leak. He had to go as well and joined me in the washroom. It was just us in there. Suddenly, I feel an incredible hunger form just as I'm about to finish my piss. I've been neglecting my pred instincts for so long. I feel a bit dazed and really warm. Fuck... my nuts need to churn someone badly. My cock maw is drooling for food, my pre already spewing a bit. I need cock food!! I went into pred mode, and instantly I was wanting to go for Rick since it was just us. Sure he's been a good friend... but I could get other friends, right? At this point, Rick is still taking a leak as my cock is starting to expand. Then I have a quick relapse; should I really take away my best friend like this?... No, I need to eat. This is how it is. Plus, this way he can get to know the real me, even if it will be brief.

Just then, this other dude comes in and takes the spot inbetween me and Rick. Boy did he pick a bad time to piss, he became a shield to Rick. With my hunger being so extreme in that moment plus knowing that I might not eat my best friend, I said fuck it. I finally let go of everything and I was nothing more than a starved cock pred in that moment. I didn't even care to see if this dude was my type of cock food I would go for normally. I didn't care how Rick would think of me after he saw what I do. I grabbed my prey on the back of his neck just as my cock grew to a few foot long, then longer, and it went right for his head. I shoved him even deeper in my shaft, my dick slit slurping him in further. He was wailing inside and freaking out as the shaft walls closed in on him, which got wide on the outsider when his whole torso got in. I know my cock was especially hungry after waiting all this time because usually mine likes taking a minute to enjoy the feeling of a meal go down, but this guy was already knees deep in my cock in a matter of seconds, a personal record for me. Even his clothes felt amazing being swallowed in the shaft instead of being a bit chaffing inside. I was that hungry. Fuck, it felt good to let my cock go to town. The only piece of clothing that didn't get in were his shoes, with his clean high tops falling to the floor from the tip of my cock, which was several feet tall at its apex with this guy fully in it. Now that my cock was satisfied, I took a second to see just who I ate. Judging by what I felt inside, along with the outline of him, it was some tall broad fella, probably a gym bro. Damm, he felt fantastic each time his big body tried to escape, but my precum let him slide down to my nuts in no time. Once that happened and he fell in, I took a bit of a breather and my cock started to slowly go back to its normal-big shape.

Through all of that, I get a jolt of memory... Rick! Did I swallow him too, or did I not? I turn my head to see Rick looking shocked as hell from the ordeal. I don't think he will ever realize just how close he was to being in my balls right now. "Bro, the fuck did you just do?" he uttered in only a semi-concerned voice. I explained that I gotta eat. As this guy was squirming in my nuts thrashing for help while being turned to ball batter, I told Rick about me being a cockpred and what that means. Maybe he was more tipsy than I thought, but after explaining all of that, all he did was just laugh and said "That's downright insane man. Damm you're wild!" and patted me on the back with a smirk. I chuckle. That's why I love this guy, nothing fazes Rick, even when making a guy some snack for my dick in front of him. By now, I knew that I already digested this dude based on how he stopped moving in my balls suddenly, and they looked more smooth and a bit smaller now. That surprised me, I never have churned someone this fast before. I was beyond hungry. Rick asked me then what happens after my cock ate someone. Knowing that I need to unload badly, I paused and said "Just watch".

It only takes a few strokes when I'm hard to blast this churned up guy out. I was already quite turned on by the whole situation since it was so spontaneous, but this sent me over the edge. I barely had enough time to tell Rick to stand back before I was shooting so much cum everywhere. It shot out super fast and went on for a long time. It was peeling paint off tiles, splattered back off the wall and hitting us in recoil, cracking and denting the metal in the urinals... my churned loads being powerful (even by normal pred standards) are one of my favourite parts of being a cock pred. Makes me feel like a god. I already blasted gallons but there was more. I shot out some of my meal's clothes towards the end. Baseball cap, tank top, gold chain, basketball shorts... totally drenched and soaked in this thick bro cum, firing out of me one after the other. After a whole minute of gushing out like a broken fire hydrant, my cock relaxes and I manage to finally get my junk back in my shorts. It's a snug fit, but that's how it is if you eat someone in public rapidly. The whole time, Rick was in pure awe. Once it was all done, he yelled "You're a fucking beast! Had no idea you could do that, you gotta teach me that shit!" like he just watched a freakshow. I just laughed and reminded him that nobody is truly safe from a cockpred, dropping him a hint. All in all, it was a good night. I managed to get a good meal in, and Rick not only knows about my pred status but seems cool with my secret life. Maybe I should introduce him to more aspects of it...

[mybelovedwoo]

in which you go on a getaway

wooyoung x f!reader

fluff, established relationship / wc: 1.1k

warnings: a creepy looking man, kissing

note: this is the continuation of this drabble. so read it first if you haven't yet. <3

wooyoung masterlist - main masterlist

Wooyoung promised he would take you on a romantic getaway a couple of days ago, so you could reconnect with each other again. Although, when you said yes to him, you didn't know he has already everything planned out, and was ready to go. Lately, you've been both working a lot, so it seemed necessary for him to spend some time together, just the two of you, far away from your usual habitats.

You only left half an hour ago, but you already have to pee so badly. But you'd rather keep quiet and say nothing because you know if you admit it and tell him to stop for a bathroom break, he would tease you nonetheless and would say "he said so", that's just not gonna happen. Yeah, this situation happens quite frequently, but it's not like you haven't gone to the bathroom before you left your apartment, it's more like a nerve thing.

"You know I'm really surprised we didn't have to stop yet," Wooyoung told you. His eyes are fixed on the road, both hands on the steering wheel, you wouldn't think so, but he is actually a very careful driver, especially when you are in the car too.

"Yeah" You bite into your lower lips. You couldn't lie for god's sake, and you hated to too actually, especially to him. After that, you stayed silent.

Your boyfriend noticed how this unusuality, you both are very talkative people, and with each other silence is not known at all. It didn't take him long to figure out what was behind it.

"You really have to pee, right?" You looked at him very quickly, your eyes completely wide. As if he was reading your mind, kinda creepy. You just nodded, too embarrassed to actually say it out loud.

"Why didn't you say anything? I have to disappoint you, but I can't read your mind." It's a bit of a reassurance actually. "You have to tell me okay? Plus, I have to go too, but I didn't want to be the first one."

You pout "Babe?!" For him, you looked adorable, but you knew how hideous you must look right now. 

You stopped at the next opportunity, it didn't seem like the cleanest place, but what do you expect from a washroom next to a highway? Neither of you cared much about the look, the only thing you cared about at this moment where your needs.

At first, Wooyoung didn't want to let you go alone since, luckily for you, the women's and men's toilets were in completely different directions. He taught the place looked too sketchy to leave you alone, but you reassured him that nothing could happen, you both do your own things and then meet back at the car. So he finally agreed to it, you couldn't let him wait for you when he needed to go just as much as you had to.

You were walking towards the toilets when you saw a man sweeping in front of them, you were a bit hesitant to walk up there because the man looked a bit creepy, but you weren't someone to judge a person by his look. So you took the courage and walked past him, but politely greeted him in the meanwhile.

By the time you finished, Wooyoung was waiting for you outside of the women's washroom, his arms were folded in front of him and his eyebrows were a little bit knitted together. You wondered what is up with him.

"Wasn't we supposed to meet at the car?" When he heard your voice, he immediately turned towards you.

"Yeah, but you took forever and I got a bit worried." He confessed.

"I literally was inside for 2 minutes, babe." Now you couldn't believe him, your sweet boyfriend was worried about you, sure his a bit dramatic, but that's the way you love him.

You went back to the car and continued your journey. You should be there in an hour. You're not a big camping type of person, but your boyfriend has already everything sorted out and has been wanting to go see the sea for a long time, so who are you to say no to such an offer?

-

By the time you get there, the sun has been already setting. Neither of you went camping before ever, so of course you have no tents and Wooyoung was too lazy to buy one. So in the morning, before you left, you took all the pillows and blankets you found at home and threw them in the back of the car, it was your brilliant idea to sleep in the car.

Wooyoung took out two chairs and a small camping gas stove. You parked right at the beach so the scenery was breathtaking as the sun was slowly disappearing and the sky was painted in all different colors. It looked like a painting in real life.

It was getting kinda chilly so you took a blanket from the car at sat down on one of the chairs, while your boyfriend was struggling to put the stove together. You laughed a little to yourself, but without him hearing it. He was very determined to get this right and have a perfect night together, so this alone made you the happiest person.

"I think I made it." He got up and lit the stove. It lighted all of our surroundings, and your boyfriend's pretty face, it highlighted his already strong features.

"Nice job!" And you gave each other a high five. "Now finally sit down here next to me, and give me some company." You patted the chair next to you.

"As you wish my love." But before he sat down he grabbed a packet of marshmallows. "Can I get a bit of your blanket too?" You scooted a bit closer to him and put your blanket over his lap. He planted a loud kiss on your cheek in gratitude.

"Thank you for this honey." You told him as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Wooyoung stuffed a marshmallow in his mouth without putting it in the fire.

"For what?" He asked you with a full mouth.

"For you. For loving me. For spending time with me. For caring for me. Thank you." You raised your head to look at him when you heard no response. You had no time the analyze his face for reactions when he pressed his lips to yours. He kissed you so eagerly you forgot to take a breath. You had to pull away first or else you would pass out.

He didn't let you go too far, he held your face in his hands and your foreheads were pressed together. "You're not sleepy yet? I thought we could go to bed early." You couldn't help but smile at how cute he was.

-

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[tetsunormous]

Reencounters

pairing: Matsukawa Issei x f!reader

genre: college au, friends to lovers, smut (18+), fluff

word count: 6.5K

warnings: cunnilingus, fingering, vaginal penetration, unprotected sex, creampie, swearing, nipple play, pinning

A/N: This is for Ria's @bakugohoex's rich boy collab 💜 Congrat's on 3k!! thank you to @ohno-otome and @armins-futon for reading this for me. I love matsukawa but I don't write for him often so this has been really fun :)

Walking into your new dorm room, you weren’t sure what to expect. Sure, you’ve seen the pictures online, but there’s nothing like the slightly dusty window letting in a hazy ray of light shining down onto the slight dip in the middle of the mattress you now call your own. Your desk almost touched the corner of your twin-sized bed, and your new bookshelf barely has enough room to fit half of the books you brought, but this was your new life. It didn’t dawn on you just how different university would be until you arrived this morning, but here you were, unpacking all your clothes into the cramped closet in the corner. Luckily, you’re in the building where you had a single room. Privacy was something you were worried about, and the communal washrooms will be something to get used to, but either way, this was a new start, and no matter how nervous you are, you’re grateful for it.

High school wasn’t terrible, but it definitely wasn’t what you expected it to be. Going into it, you obviously knew that it would be nothing like how the movies depicted, but you were excited. How bad could those four years really be if you had your best friend right by your side? He was incredible. He understood you better than anybody else, would be able to tell how you were feeling without the exchange of words, but most of all, he was your person, and you were his.

There was no doubting that in all your years of friendship.

But alas, like all good things in life, they must come to an end.

The summer going into the twelfth grade, he was longer your best friend. The boy that would go to the farmers market with you and your mom every other Sunday was now lining up for the newest sneaker drop. The boy that would rather spend the night at home and binge-watch your shared comfort show for the seventh time is now out with the boys sneaking into shisha bars and doing donuts in the community centre parking lots with their new cars. You watched as he slowly forgot about you, getting caught up in his new friendships and obsessing over material items that he never cared about before. It’s not that you were upset he found new friends. It’s that the only time he would reach out was to randomly drop off something he had bought you in hopes it would make up for him blowing you off again.

They started small, simple sweaters he knew you would like, but the gifts became almost ridiculous as time passed. He would never let you return them either, so now you have designer shoes for imaginary banquets. Of course, you were always grateful, but you would trade all his gifts just to spend time with him again. His family has always been wealthy, they always went on lavish vacations and drove the nicest cars, but you never really cared about what he spends his money on or just how much his parents make. You cared that he saw you as a person he wanted to be with rather than just someone he could shove gifts towards to make up for the quality time he’d miss.

But now you’re here. You were arriving three hours before the suggested move-in time because you didn’t want to be rushed to unpack before orientation starts later. You’ve seen a few people walking around on your floor, but neither of your neighbours have arrived, and honestly, you don’t mind because that means you’re able to blast your music without worry. As The 1975 fills your room, you stand still for a second, really taking in where you are. You’re now attending one of the best schools in the country, living on your own with a floor of people you don’t know yet. It starts to sink in that you are starting anew. The people who end up in the rooms next to you might just end up being your lifelong friends. As the song comes to an end, you decide it’s time to try to make yourself look a little more presentable since it’s almost time for people to start rolling in.

...

It’s almost five in the afternoon, and everyone on your floor is meeting outside on the field for a quick introduction before group dinner. You’re sitting with your knees pressed to your chest as the girl next to you tries to make small talk. To be fair, she’s incredibly sweet, but you can’t focus on her because somewhere behind you, there is a voice you think you recognize. There’s no way he would be here. Sure, you have no idea what school he ended up choosing, but if he ended up here, he would’ve at least texted you. Right? Before you can confirm your suspicions, orientation starts, and your group leader is already talking with more energy than you can handle.

The group of guys settle down close by, and you can’t stop yourself from looking over, wondering if you’ll see the head of brown curls. Instead, you’re met with a bunch of frat boy looking wannabes that instantly make your eyes roll. To say you’re disappointed that you didn’t see him was so stupid. It’s been over a year, yet here you were, hoping to magically bump into him as if this was some cliche movie. If anything, it’s frustrating. It’s frustrating that even though he stopped caring for you, you still longed to see him, to hear him laugh at one of your cheesy jokes. It’s even more frustrating that this new start you’ve been looking forward to, makes you miss him even more.

There are only sixteen people on your floor, but introductions take a lifetime because someone didn’t come on time. When they finally do show up, you almost laugh at this whole situation because, of course, it was him. Of course, he was strutting down the courtyard in some brand new Gucci sneakers and the same Balenciaga sweater he had bought for you a few months ago. Of course, the annoying group of boys behind you gesture for him as he quickly apologizes to the group leaders. And, of course, when you make eye contact, he’s the one looking at you with a mixture of shock and annoyance.

Quickly rushing back to your room after the meeting, you decide you’re ordering in tonight so that you don’t have to see him for at least another day. This is all so fucked up. You wrack your brain trying to understand how probable this whole situation is because, frankly, it feels like a sick joke, and on top of it, he’s the one annoyed?

Naturally, you spend the rest of the night unpacking the rest of your things before ordering your comfort food to wash down all the feelings you’re experiencing. Putting on your favourite show, you begin your tenth rerun as you bury yourself in your blankets. Part of you feels so stupid for completely ignoring your initial dinner plans, but you knew with the mindset you had at the moment, there was no way you would have enjoyed yourself. It’s a bit silly you haven’t left your room since picking up your takeout, you don’t even know who lives beside you, but that’s a problem for tomorrow.

Slipping into your slides, you head towards the washroom with your little toiletry bag. You pass by the girl you were sitting with earlier, and she sends you a smile. After apologizing for disappearing all night she just laughs and assures you nothing happened. She even points out where her room is if you were up to hang out tomorrow during frosh activities.

Just this interaction makes you feel better, and you quietly hum along to the familiar tune coming from the shower stall.

He used to play this song all the time, claiming it spoke to him the first time he heard it. Since then, it became the song he would play anytime he’d come to pick you up, explaining how this song is special because the ending always reminded him of you. It didn’t matter how long it’s been since the two of you hung out. Every time you heard ‘Pluto Projector,’ it would always bring a smile to your face. You even tried to show the song to your ex-boyfriend, but he never paid attention to your suggestions. He always claimed that his music taste was better. Thankfully that relationship only lasted a couple of months, but still, the regret of not waiting for someone worthy lingers in your mind.

While applying your moisturizer, you hear the water shut, the person pausing the song right as the orchestra starts to come in. Worried about who you may run into, you quickly pack up your stuff. You hear the click of the lock, and as you turn around, you’re met with him, with his curly hair all damp and his obnoxious teal blue robe wrapped loosely around his waist.

Rushing past him, you briskly walk towards your room, but before you can close the door, his foot jams between the doorframe. He pushes his way in and quietly closes the door, only to be met with the unimpressed look on your face. He circles around your room, eyes searching for any trace of your past friendship before standing back at the door.

“What do you want, Matsukawa?” you ask impatiently. It’s bad enough you run into the one person you wanted to forget, but now he’s standing in your room with a matching frown.

Something indescribable flashes across his eyes, and you can visibly see his frown deepen at your question. Leaning against your door, his arms come up to rub over his face, peeking at you through his fingers before letting out a long sigh. “When did I become Matsukawa? I thought I was Issei.”

You can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips, and you realize how childish your grudge might be, but he has changed, and the man standing in front of you isn’t the same man you once called your best friend. “When you changed, Matsukawa. Issei was my best friend, and YOU are not.”

His eyes filled with confusion as his eyebrows furrow, taking a step forward towards you. “I’m sorry? I tried to stay in touch with you. You’re the one that stopped talking to me, so I’d try to send you things instead. How was I the one who changed?”

You stand there, staring at him for a second before shaking your head. “I can’t do this right now; I want to have a good day tomorrow, so I need to go to sleep. Please, leave my room.”

His eyes soften a little, and you can see a faint glimpse of his infamous lazy smile, “We both know you’re not going to be sleeping anytime soon,” he stalks over and kicks his slides off before sitting at the end of your bed. “Let’s talk about this because, frankly, I’m tired of watching you decide if you hate me every time you see me.”

The nerve of this man. The fact that he invites himself into your room, declares his stay, and then sits on your bed without permission. You don’t even know if he’s wearing anything under that robe as his hair is literally dripping onto your comforter. Regardless of what the situation is, this action alone has you seething. Turning towards your desk chair, you harshly pull out the slightly imbalanced piece of wood and sit down, silently questioning why he isn’t the one on the chair.

He watches you stomp around, and he kinda chuckles at your little tantrum, missing how easy it was to rile you up. Your glare at him would be a little scary if he didn’t see the way your lips mumbled to yourself. It’s honestly a little cute to watch you all frustrated with him even though he saw one of the shoes he bought you in your closet. Sure, they look brand new, but the fact that you brought them here with you must mean something.

The year you two spent apart has been really stressful on Matsukawa. He thought that you’d be happy that he could give you everything you wanted. He knew he wasn’t spending as much time with you as he used to, but he thought the gifts he spent hours lining up for would make up for it.

When you stopped returning his calls and texts, he was crushed. Everyone could see how he felt about you, but then he watched you get close to another man. Within two weeks, you were dating him, and he was left watching from a distance. Neither of you ever confirmed your feelings for each other, but he could tell that man wasn’t making you happy. He didn’t understand your different facial expressions, he didn’t care about what you had to say, but all he could do was watch the girl he wanted from the sidelines.

Sure, as time went on, Matsukawa also started talking to other girls. None of them ever became his girlfriend, he didn’t think it was fair to get with someone when he was set on you, but he had his fair share of hookups. He has money, a shit ton of it, but he never let that get to his head. It wasn’t his fault that he gained popularity when he started to get into name brands and upgraded his car, but none of that ever changed who he was — at least not to the degree you had him pinned.

He watches you carefully, your leg bouncing impatiently as your eyes glare daggers in his direction. He runs his hand through his hair and lets out a sigh, “what did I do wrong? You didn’t even give me a chance to fix whatever I did (y/n).”

The lamp in the corner of your room shines a dim yellow hue onto his features. His brows are knitted in concern as he leans forwards on his knees, his robe showing off a deep v down his chest. You can feel yourself freeze up at his question, goosebumps covering your skin, while your eyes pour into his. “You changed Matsukawa. You stopped making an effort to be there. I’m not some girl you can just buy with all your money. I have never cared about how much you have or what you can afford -- you know that! It doesn’t matter what. I always split things with you because I never wanted you to feel like I was there for your money. But then suddenly, you just stop showing up. You wouldn’t even tell me you made other plans, and I would just open my door to find some package you dropped off.”

His eyes search your face before letting out a deep sigh. “I tried! You wouldn’t answer any of my calls, I know I stopped explaining myself, but can you blame me? Don’t you think I want to take you around and introduce you to all my friends? Don’t you think I miss going on late-night drives with you to 7-11? Every time I would drive past there, you’re all I thought about. You and your stupid obsession with cheese taquitos and Arizona tea. Did you even think about how I felt when you decided to act like I don’t exist?” He hastily stands up and paces around in the confined space of your dorm room. He never raises his voice, so hearing him talk at a slightly louder volume was enough to let you know he was dead serious. “You know, I never stopped talking highly about you because as selfish as it is, those boys have an important family. They have the connections you dream about (y/n), so even when you started to ignore me to go out with that fucking ex-boyfriend of yours, I never said anything.”

He looks at you with pleading eyes before going to sit back down, his elbows now resting against his thighs. “I know you don’t care about my money, but I didn’t know how else to tell you I was still thinking about you. I tried to get you things that you’d like, things that you’d wear. But no, I had to watch you put on a fake smile and laugh at that asshole’s jokes while you stubbornly ignored me to the point I thought you had me blocked.”

Looking up at you through his curls, his hooded eyes looked darker before. His lips curled into a forced smile as he let out a breathy chuckle, “he didn’t deserve you. But what do I know, right?”

You sat there quietly, taking in what he had just said. You didn’t realize how hurt he was. To be frank, up till now, you were so consumed by your feelings, and you failed to consider his own. His head is hanging between his hands, and the silence in your room right now is insufferable. He’s just explained himself, yet all you can do is scoff at yourself. While you were obsessing over the fact that Matsukawa wasn’t coming over to watch another rerun of your favourite show, he was out picking out different gifts he thought you’d like. You didn’t even open the last few because your own emotions so blinded you. Hearing him take a deep breath, he stands up and smiles sadly at you, “nice talk, (y/n). Thanks for listening.”

“I’m sorry, Issei.”

He lifts his head to meet your gaze, and you can visibly watch as his shoulders relax. It’s been too long since he’s heard you call him by his first name.

“I’m sorry too. I should’ve just gotten out of the car to talk to you.”

You look at him with a small smile. Walking towards your bed, you sit down and pat the spot beside you, pulling him in for a hug. His robe is probably the softest thing you’ve ever felt in your life, your fingers sinking into the fabric as you hold him close. His arms are immediately wrapping around you, and you both stay like that for a minute before you pull back, a faint blush blooming on your cheeks.

“No, you have nothing to apologize for. You tried reaching out to me, you tried explaining yourself, but I didn’t even give you a chance. I’m sorry. I can’t believe I was so caught up I didn’t even think about what you were feeling. The fact that you still wanted to introduce me to your friends, even after all the stuff I did to you….I’m so sorry, Issei.”

He gives you a playful smile and lightly nudges your shoulder with his, “yea, that was kinda unfair, but good thing we talked it out, huh?”

You flash him a sheepish smile, but your eyes glimmer with happiness, “yea, it’s good you barged into my room at two in the morning. Just like old times.”

His smile instantly grows at your playfulness, and he gives you a mock scoff. “I’m sorry, but if I remember correctly, you’d beg for me to stay over at two am cause you decided you wanted to watch a scary movie. Have you gotten better with horror movies this year, or are you still as jumpy as I remember?”

The tip of your ears growing warm while you mutter out a quick “shut up.”

His laughter makes your heart beat against your chest because you missed it so much. It’s been a while since you got to hear him laugh with you, and without even thinking, you go in for another hug.

His arms easily hold you close, and one of his massive hands reaches up to pet your hair. “Missed me, didn’t you?” he asks, and you can feel him smirking, so you just nod, your fingers playing with the damp, short curls at the base of his nape.

“Issei?” you ask with a little murmur against his neck.

“Hmmm?”

You smile to yourself and pull back a little, so you can see his face, “so other than hanging out with your friends and keeping up with my relationship, what else have you been doing?”

His face drops as he looks at you with a deadpan stare, the corners of his mouth twitching up in a smile as you giggle at his reaction. He pushes you back, so you end up falling onto your mattress, his long limbs effortlessly straddling your legs. Before you can think about the position you’re in, his fingers start to poke all-around your torso, causing you both to laugh as he starts to tickle you. “You think you’re funny, huh?” His hands go to tickle your worst spot as he starts to talk, but you can’t hear him over your own laughter. His fingers slow down, but you keep giggling when you’re met with his lazy smirk, “I’m trying to talk, you know. It’s rude you’re laughing when I’m trying to speak to you.”

He leans forwards and has both hands resting at the side of your head. Your faces now inches apart, the faint smell of sandalwood from his body wash now becoming more apparent. You stare into his brown eyes, and it almost feels as if everything stopped for a few seconds. The lamp in your room doesn’t do him justice as the shadows of his face wash over his features, but even then, his eyes stare back at you with a slight twinkle as you catch your breath.

Reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and you tug him close, crashing his lips onto yours. The sweet hints from his beloved Burt’s bee’s lip balm make his lips even softer than you imagined. The kiss is short, but as you both pull away, he’s staring at you with a goofy smile.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that, (y/n).”

“Me too, Issei,” you whisper back before his lips capture yours again, this time with more confidence. This kiss is much more passionate than the last, holding onto each other in hopes of deepening it. One of his hands travels down to grab your waist, his tongue sweeping across your bottom lip, asking for permission. Your lips part and your tongues swirl together effortlessly while your hands play with his hair, pulling him closer into your body.

His hand feels a little rougher than before against your bare skin because of how often he trains, running down the length of your leg. The light touch of his fingertips admires how smooth your skin is before they trail back up, stopping just before the edge of your pyjama shorts. Hooking your leg around his hip, he leans into your body even further and even nips at your bottom lip.

Matsukawa smirks and whispers against your lips, “did he ever kiss you like that?”

Slightly surprised at the question, you shake your head, answering honestly. “He never made me feel the way you do.”

You watch as his eyes dilate, flickering into a deep brown you’ve never seen on him. The hand that was previously on your leg is now cupping your cheek, stroking your face softly, while his own face blooms into a rare shade of pink. Still, his words are clear, “please...give me a chance? He never treated you right. Let me take care of you?”

Words can’t describe how his question made you feel. You spent years learning about Matsukawa, understanding him to the point where words weren’t necessary to see what was happening in his head. Not once did you think he reciprocated your feelings, let alone want to be with you. Yet, here you are, caged beneath his arms as his hopeful eyes pour into yours.

Turning your head slightly, you press a kiss onto his hand and smile. “Please?”

His face breaks into a smile. His cheeks are tinted rose as the corners of his mouth reach up to his eyes. Leaning down, he peppers kisses onto your face, the loose curls on his head tickling your cheeks as he giggles with you. The kisses trail down to your jaw, and he follows the natural curve of your jawline to your ear. “Is this okay?” he whispers softly, only continuing down this path when you give him a curt nod.

Your legs tighten around his waist when he begins to press open mouth kisses down your neck, gently nipping at the spots that make you let out shy little sounds. His tongue leaves kitten licks against your skin after he’s sucked on it, littering faint marks. Seeing you with light hickeys on the base of your neck and collarbones is completely self-indulgent for him. Thinking about waking up in the morning and seeing the marks he knows he gave you makes him inexplicably happy as he sucks particularly hard, causing you to wince.

Immediately he stops and turns to you, “I’m sorry, did I hurt you? D’you wanna stop?”

His concern for you is truly a breath of fresh air compared to what you had before. Shaking your head, you guide his hands to the edge of your sweater. “You bought this for me… it’s only fair I let you take it off.”

He studies your face for a second before his lips curl into a lazy smirk, quickly pulling the overpriced sweater off your body. He takes a sharp inhale when you reveal you aren’t wearing anything underneath as he’s met with your beautiful tits, nipples hard and pointed. “You let me in here knowing you weren’t wearing a bra? And here I thought you were a good girl.”

Noticing how your legs tighten around him, he smirks even wider. Leaning back down, his kisses trail down to your chest, and his lips feel soft and warm against your skin. His fingers take hold of your chin and force you to look down on him while his lips wrap around your nipple, the tip of his tongue flicking gently at the hardened bud. His hand palms against the fatty flesh of your other tit; his fingers are rolling your nipple before tugging on it experimentally.

Suddenly feeling shy, your arms come up to cover your face slightly just to have him lace his fingers with yours, pulling your arms away. “Don’t hide from me. Let me see how pretty you look. Let me hear how good I make you feel, okay?”

“I’ve never had someone play with my tits like this…”

He just stares at you, brows knitted as his smirk turns into a slight pout. “You’re with me now; that means every part of your body will be pleasured. I wanna hear and see all of you, okay?”

With a shy nod, you gently roll your hips against him, inviting more of his attention.

He kisses you once more, murmuring against your lips, “you’re so beautiful. Let me know if I’m going too fast, okay?”

His lips follow down your body once more, lightly biting your tit before using the flat part of his tongue to feel the valley between your chest. Matsukawa lets out a low moan as you arch upwards, pushing yourself closer to his touches. Letting go of your hands, he begins to massage the soft flesh of your tits and kiss down your stomach, the tip of his tongue trailing against the waistband of your shorts.

“Let me hear you ask for it; I don’t wanna do something you don’t want.”

“Isseiiii, please?” you whine out, the tip of your ears turning hot at the thought of asking for his tongue.

He smirks at you, looking up through his hooded eyes and tsks. “Be a good girl for me. Use your words.”

His words go straight to your pussy, and you can’t help the doe eyes look in your eyes when you whimper out, “please, Issei? Wanna feel your mouth on me.”

You watch as he takes in a sharp breath, the hunger in his eyes shining through despite the dim lighting in your room. He tugs at the end of your shorts until they’re completely off, repositioning himself lower until your legs are resting around his biceps. His eyes zone in on the way a sheer layer of slick coats your lips, happy that the attention he’s been giving you has pleased you. As he shimmies down on your bed, his legs now supporting himself on the floor, he nestles himself between your legs, easily spreading your things open with his arms. Sending you a knowing smile, he blows cool air directly onto your clit, loving how your walls flutter for him.

“You’re so sensitive, baby.”

“No one’s ever made me feel like this before...want more, please?”

You look down at him with pleading eyes, your hands cupping his face when you speak. Pressing a quick peck to your hand, he hips his head down and traces your pussy lips with his tongue, savouring how you taste.

The gasp that you let out once you felt his touch was adorable. It suddenly became the sound Matsukawa will chase after the more he gets to know your body and what it likes. He takes one long lap up your pussy, stopping just before your clit and using his fingers, he spreads your lips even more. Once your clit is all exposed, he flicks it gently with the tip of his tongue, looking up at you with all the confidence in the world. Hearing your little moans make him greedy for more, for more desperate and needy sounds, so he goes to press a kiss onto your bundle of nerves. Feeling you twitch beneath him, he gently places his lips around the sensitive bud and sucks earnestly, relishing in the way you buck your hips and call out his name. After a while of pure clitoral stimulation, he leans back up to watch your eyes blink back into focus on his face, a silly dazed smile on your face.

He winks at you and sticks his tongue into your drooling hole, swirling it around to feel the walls of your pussy clench around him. His fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he nuzzles his nose against your clit, his cock getting unbearably hard at the way you pant our pleas.

“I-issei! Please….need you inside, please!”

Coming back up for air, his hand leaves your thigh as his fingers start to tease around your hole, loving how your pussy clenches around nothing. So needy for his touches when he’s barely even started. He knows your orgasm was building, but he wants to take his time with you. You mean the world to him, and seeing you like this already makes him feel like the luckiest man at the moment.

Taking two of his fingers, he coats them in all your slick before slowly pushing them inside you. His eyes squeeze shut when he feels how tight you are, his mind immediately thinking about how you’d feel wrapped around his cock. When he’s finally inside, he pulls out slowly before sliding them back in, loving how you beg for more.

“Need more, please, Issei! Go faster, please.”

Your hands pull his head up to kiss you while his fingers begin to speed up. With the lewd sound of his hand slapping against your sopping wet pussy, his palm is applying pressure to your clit. Your moans are lost in your kisses, his other hand going back to playing with your sensitive nipple.

“I have to stretch you out, babygirl. I don’t want my cock to hurt you.”

All you’re able to do is nod as his fingers start to scissor your hole, stretching you out even more. His fingers, now knuckle deep, curl against your sweet spot, making you grip onto his hair as he swallows all your cries, suddenly remembering that the walls in this dorm probably aren’t that thick.

His fingers curl into you more, whispering sweet praises as his hand teases and tugs on your swollen nipple. Everything happened so quick, and you’re cumming all over his hand, your sweet sticky arousal covering his fingers as he slows down. Matsukawa is smiling down at you, “you did so well, baby. Bet that felt really good, huh?”

Maybe you’re needy or just horny, but even after your orgasm, you start tugging the tie that keeps his robe up. Your legs are sore, sorer than they’ve ever been, but all you can think about is how full you would feel with him inside of you. He smirks at you as he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking off all your juices before letting his robe fall and chucking it to the ground. He’s wearing his briefs, but you can see how hard his cock is under the thin cotton material. Before you’re able to pull his underwear down, he stops you and lets out a small chuckle. “I’m sorry, I don’t have a condom. We don’t have to do anything.”

You giggle and shake your head, “don’t need one; we’re in university, baby. What’s a little fun without risks?”

He lets you pull his underwear down, and his massive throbbing cock instantly slaps against his stomach as he laughs at your reaction. “Had to make sure you were stretched out enough.”

You bite your lips and stare at how big his cock actually is. It’s hard to imagine how you’ll fit that inside of you, but you’re determined to give it a try.

“You ready, pretty girl?” he asks as he taps the tip of cock against your clit, loving how you squirm under him.

“mmhmm, Issei.”

He lets go of his cock and leans up, and pulls you into a deep kiss, completely in awe of you.

“Tell me if you wanna stop, kay?”

Replying with a small hum, he gathers up the remaining slick that’s leaking out of your pussy and strokes his cock slowly, also letting his spit drip down to help lubricate himself. He lines himself up with your pretty pussy and starts to push the head in, studying your face to make sure you’re doing alright. When he sees you smiling back at him, despite the grip you have on his arms, he pushes another two inches inside of you.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby. We’re almost halfway,” he whispers into your ear as he kisses your neck softly, sucking on the spot by the base of your lobe. “Such a good girl for me,” he coaxes as his cock slides another inch into your sweet cunt.

Incredibly, he’s only halfway down because you’ve never felt this full before. Still, your fingers dig into his arms when you ask for more. “Just want all of you in me, please?”

Hearing you ask for more even though you already looked fucked out sparks something inside him. He lets out a low growl and quickly pushes the rest of his length inside you, mumbling sweet nothings against your skin. He moans out with you when he feels how warm and tight you are, your pussy stretching more than it ever has to accommodate his size.

“Feel s’good, Issei.”

With a breathy chuckle, he peppers kisses all over your neck, loving the sound of your soft giggles as he pulls back three-quarters of the way, slowly pushing his way back into you. The gasp you let out is different than before, much more surprised but sensual.

He continues this motion a few more times before he picks up the pace, his hips slamming against you while your tits bounce. Each thrust knocks the air out of your chest cause he’s brushing against your spot every time. Matsukawa leans down and presses his forehead against the crook of your neck, muttering how good you feel.

“F-faster...need you faster, is’o good, please.”

Obliging to your pleas, he starts to rut his hips into yours, the sound of his balls slapping against your skin with each movement. He looks up to see your dreamy eyes and smiles. He knows there’s not a thought behind those eyes right now as his cock slams against your walls with each thrust. He goes to kiss you again, silencing your cries as your nails drag down his arms, trying to ground yourself in the midst of all the pleasure.

“You’re s-tight baby I- fuuuuuck, I can barely move.”

You can’t help it. Your walls are naturally squeezing him because he’s fucking straight into your sweet spot with each snap of his hips. You look at him with hazy eyes, entirely in a trance as you moan out his name. He can tell you want to cum, so his hand reaches down to rub your clit as his cock continues to pound into you.

“C’mon baby, cum all over my cock. You can do it...ah shit, yea, just like that.”

He’s been trying so hard not to cum but watching your back arch into him as your nails drab down his back, his name falling out from your lips in a loud erotic moan, is making it really hard. He looks down in surprise when he sees a creamy white rim around his cock, proud of himself for making you cream.

“Good girl...that’s my fuckin girl.”

Satisfied he made you finish, his head falls back onto your shoulder, his hips just rutting into you as he chases his own orgasm. Not even a minute later, he’s calling out for you as he quickly pulls out, cumming all over your tits. His chest heaves along with yours, his hair sticking to his forehead slightly as he empties his load all over your chest.

Once you’ve both calmed down a little bit, he smiles down at you and goes to stroke your cheek. “Had you creaming on my cock, was it fun? Did you have a good time?”

“S’good...thank you, baby,” you say before pulling him down for a kiss.

He gets up and reaches for his robe, “you did so good, took me like a champ heh. I’ll be back with a rag to clean you up, okay? Don’t move.”

As he leaves your room, you stare up at the ceiling and let out a laugh. Not even twelve hours ago, you were cursing the fact that he was here with you, and now you have his cum all over your tiddies as he goes to get stuff to clean you up.

You watch as he comes back into your room, fully changed with a rag in his hand. He kneels beside you and pets your hair as he starts to wipe his mess.

“Why’re you changed?”

“Oh! We’re going to 7-11 once I get you cleaned up.”

“.....it’s like three-thirty in the morning.”

“I’ll get you taquitos and Arizona,” he says as he goes to wipe around your pussy, mindful not to put too much pressure cause you’re still sensitive.

“And skittles?”

He snorts and kisses your shaking thigh, “yea, I’ll get you skittles, brat.”

© tetsunormous 2021

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[writing-in-lesbian]

You wanted to sleep with a goddess but instead had to settle for a priestess

Pairing: Yelena / F!Reader

Tags: angst, fluff, happy ending, mentions of alcohol

Rating: PG-15 (I guess?)

Word count: 2.5k

Translation: Pridurok = jerk

Disclaimer: all the Marvel characters mentioned don’t belong to me (if they did, Nat would be alive and Wanda would be hugged and in therapy!)

Synopsis: Inspired on an episode of F.R.I.E.N.D.S “You and Yelena have been dating for almost 3 years and you plan on proposing on your anniversary, but the universe has other plans and after a game of true or dare game you have to confess who you were actually looking to hook up the night you and Yelena did it.”

AN2: English is not my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistake. I’m also on AO3 as: writinginlesbian

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The light coming through the windows is the first thing you notice, the warm sensation on your skin rousing you from your deep slumber. Groaning a little, you refuse to open your eyes, instead cuddling further into the cozy feel next to you. Now that sleeps is evasive, the second thing you notice is your bladder demanding you take a trip to the washroom.

Opening your eyes reluctantly, the third thing you notice is the mass of sand blond hair in front of you, tightening your hold on her you smile and hum contentedly, earning a little grunt from the body in front of you.

Chuckling, your lips place a kiss on her bare shoulder before you finally release her. Stretching your body, your neck and back crack a little making you moan softly at the relaxation.

“You better keep quiet y/l/n or I won’t be hold responsible if I keep you hostage in bed all day” a groggily raspy little voice informs you, her Russian accent thicker in the mornings.

Smiling and shaking your head, you get up from the bed and march to the in-suite bathroom, hearing Yelena mumble something similar to spoilsport before closing the door as quiet as possibly.

Yelena Belova. Your girlfriend.

A little angry ball on the outside but a total dorky cinnamon roll on the inside (although she would never admit this to anyone), came into your life like a hurricane. Her sarcastic side and dark humor was one of the things you noticed right away, followed by those musky green eyes, capable of grounding and keeping you in your toes with just one look. How you got her to agree to date you after hooking up one night, is still something you have troubles believing it but here you are, sharing an apartment with her, a dog named Fanny (which she got to name) and just a week away of your three year anniversary… the one where you plan on proposing.

You got the ring ready, specially custom made to your request, paid by Tony (as annoying he can be, he’s been more family to you than your blood family). He squealed (actually squealed) when you told him about your plan for proposing and insisted on being your “best man of honor”. 

Finishing your business, you wash your hands and clean your face with cold water, staring at your reflection in the mirror and smiling at the sight of Yelena’s creams and her messy side compared to the organized one of yours. You can’t wait for Saturday to get here soon enough.

The sound of the alarm from your cellphone can be heard through the door, followed by a thud and then silence. You forgot to change it last night, so of course it ringed at 7am disturbing the dreams of the beauty in your bed.

“You better not have broken my phone again Yelena” you try to be serious while walking back to the bed.

“So it’s more important a phone than my sleep time? Okey, I see how it is, pridurok” she says covered in blankets, but you know she’s pouting.

You get back to bed, picking up your phone quickly inspecting it placing it on the nightstand, kneeling in front of her and slowly you take the covers off her face. She’s looking at you with and unreadable expression and you can’t think how it’s so similar to the one her sister often gives you during training sessions.

“No, you’re more important to me love… but this would be the third phone screen you break and I doubt Tony would be happy about it” you said while bopping her nose with your finger.

Yelena looks at you and cracks a tiny smile. You kiss her forehead, standing up you try to leave but her hand at your wrist stops you. You turn to her… only to find her middle finger directed at you.

“Still that damned thing woke me up and you weren’t here, so it deserves the fall” You chuckle as you see Yelena rolls off and pretends going back to sleep.

You go downstairs and start preparing breakfast after turning on the coffee machine. You know Yelena needs a little bit of a kick to fully wake up. While you wait, you open the “just add water pancake mixture” opting to add half milk and half water with a little bit of melted butter for extra fluffiness. After getting the pancakes ready, you go to the fridge to pick some fruit before placing it at the counter to be chopped.

Hearing soft padded steps nearing the kitchen, you grab a plate and put some pancakes on it, grabbing some strawberries and quickly cutting them in four, adding it to the plate along with some blueberries. The coffee pot indicates it’s ready so you grab a blue mug and fill it with the exquisite elixir, snatching some clutter, you place everything except the cup on the table just as Yelena enters the room.

Without a word she grabs the cup form your hands inhaling it before taking a sip. A hum and nod of approval is all you receive before a peck on your lips. Smiling you gather a plate for yourself and proceed to seat with her at the table. You both make small talk while eating before she asks your plans for the day.

“I’m supposed to meet with your sister in about an hour and then lunch with Wands and Bucky. Might get to see Tony in the afternoon though, depending on how my cellphone is” you try to be serious but the smirk on your face gives you away.

“Your phone is fine pridurok, I checked it before coming downstairs”

“Okey, then I shall be back around 6ish. Wanna do something babes? Get advantage of the weekend and that?”

“Maybe”

Before you can propose a plan, Yelena’s phone sounds. She looks at the display before answering.

“Hey mama”

You wave at her and she catches your intention, passing your regards to Melina before leaving the room. You decided to send a quick text to Natasha before texting Tony telling him you’ll meet him quick before heading to your lunch date to pick up the ring.

Cleaning up the table and putting the rest of the pancakes and fruit back on the fridge, you leave the kitchen and find Yelena still talking on the living room. You finish getting ready as you don’t wanna be late with Nat. This might be the most important coffee date you have with her, you know, since you’ll be asking for her little sister hand in marriage, so you don’t want to risk it by making her angry by being late.

Of all of Yelena’s family, Nat is the one you worry must about. She’s so fierce and protective when it comes to her baby sister. Despite being reluctant at first, (she’s your BFF so she knows all your dating history) she approved of you once she saw how happy you made Yelena, not before giving you the scariest shovel talk anyone can give. Melina and Alexei both agreed immediately, both of them giving you a slightly (emphasis on slightly) less frightening talk of “you hurt my baby daughter I won’t hesitate to kill you” talk than Natasha’s. You tried to joke by saying that if you ever hurt Yelena, she would be the first one to chop your head off before them. It didn’t make them laugh.

Grabbing the keys, you check your cellphone to see Tony’s reply consisting of only a thumbs up emoji. Making your way to the living room, you wave in front of Yelena, giving her a quick peck on her lips before whispering a “see ya later babes. Love you” before leaving.

// // //

You can’t help being nervous. In all your life you never imagined thinking of getting married. You liked your space and time alone, you weren’t afraid of intimacy or commitment, but you never quite connected with your past partners in the level you connected with Yelena. Strange thing honestly, considering how you started dating: hooking up after Steve and Peggy’s wedding. You both tried to keep it casual and secret, not wanting to make a huge deal about it. And you were fine with it until one day when you were having lunch with all your friends at Natasha’s place, you saw Yelena and your breath caught in your throat and you knew, you just knew you were in love with her.

“What has you smiling like an idiot?” A raspy voice brings you back to the present.

Noticing just now, Natasha is seated in front of you cup of coffee in her hands. You must have spaced out more than you thought since there is a refilled cup where your last empty one was.

“Yelena” you said it without a doubt, a smile on your lips.

Natasha smiled amused by it. In all of the years she has known you, she never saw you this smitten and happy with someone. And honestly she was happy it was with her baby sister. You both were a cute couple, with their ups and downs, but were still going strong and you both took care of each other.

“So where did you left her? It’s weird to see you without her attached to your side”

“She’s at home. I know she wouldn’t like to be up and out this early being Saturday”

“You asked me for coffee this early on purpose”

It’s meant to be said as a joke but giving the current topic you want to talk with her you don’t laugh.

“I did actually. I wanted to talk with you about something”

Natasha sees the seriousness on your face. She stares you for a little bit before her curiosity gets the best of her.

“Okey”

Your leg stars bouncing and Nat takes notice of it. Your hands grab the cup in front of you to avoid drumming the table with your fingers, a habit you do when your nervous.

“It’s about Yelena”

Nat’s brow furrowed slightly in confusion. You were smiling a few minutes ago so it shouldn’t be nothing bad, right?

“What about her?” You can’t help to flinch a little bit with the hardness of her tone.

Your fingers drum a little on the cup, you open your mouth but no words came out. You sigh.

Nat is silently observing you, giving the benefit of the doubt and actually waiting for you to speak, but since is her little sister you wanted to talk about, she can’t help but get impatient.

You heard her huff in annoyance after what seems seconds but it has been a few minutes, you got lost in your mind again.

“Iwanttoaskforyourpermissiontomarryher” you say in one breath, taking half of your coffee in one gulp and not looking at her.

Natasha blinks in surprise, trying to decipher what you just said. Her mouth opens slightly once she process what you just dropped on her.

“You… you want to marry her. My little sister, Yelena… you want to marry her?”

Finally looking up you see Natasha is a little bit speechless. Something you haven’t seen in like never. You try to gauge her reaction but she’s a master in hiding her emotions, so you opt to answer her honestly any question she might have.

“Yeah, I do”

“Have you proposed to her though?” a fair question.

“No. I wanted to talk with you first”

“Why?”

“You’re her big sister, your blessing is important to me Tasha. I know that we both think that this tradition of asking for someone’s hand in marriage is an archaic thing and that and Yelena would probably get angry if she knew I did this, but you mean a lot to her, she adores you and respects you a lot. I know I could work around your parents but if you were to oppose, I don’t think Yelena would be as happy. Plus you’re my best friend Nat, I care about you”

Natasha stays silent thinking in what you just said. Basically, you gave her a lot of power here, if she were to say no, would you really not propose? She has seen you grow by Yelena’s side and has seen the same with her sister. She knows you never would hurt her.

“So if I would to say no?”

Your stomach hurts at hearing that. You drop your eyes to the table before answering.

“I might postpone proposing but I would still do it”

“You really love her”

“More than anything, I’m in love with her Tasha” the smile on your face and the brightness of your eyes give her all the answers to the questions she might have.

When she found out you were hooking up with Yelena she was so mad and furious with you, more so when you denied it when she confronted you about it. She was on her way to forbid you to see her sister when she caught you both asleep on the couch. Yelena had her head on your chest while you hold her securely in your arms. Both your faces were peaceful and happy.

“When are you planning on doing it?”

You looked up surprised.

“Saturday at-”

“Your dinner anniversary”

“Yeah… how-”

“It’s all I’ve been hearing Lena talk about for the last week, this big dinner plan you have for it and how you won’t tell her what it is, so she doesn’t know what to wear and is a ball of nerves, is kinda annoying actually”

You can’t help but blush at hearing that. You know the Romanoff-Belova sisters are reserved so the fact that Yelena has been gushing about your relationship to her sister has your stomach doing flops and your heart beating harder.

Natasha studies your face and can’t help but smile with you.

“Alright y/l/n, you have my blessing to marry my sister. Don’t fuck it up okey? It’s my baby sister I’m trusting you with”

You are speechless for a moment. You know deep down that she would say yes, but hearing it saying it it’s another thing. You stand up and grab her in a bone crushing hug.

“O…key… need… to breath…”

“Sorry, sorry… thank you Nat, really, you don’t know what it means to me, truly”

“So you have a ring picked yet?”

“Yes. Actually, I’m meeting Tony before lunch to pick it up, wanna come?”

“Of course, I need to make sure my baby sister gets the best of the best”

You laugh and throw the napkin at her, she catches easily but laughs with you. You’re not nervous anymore, at least for the moment.

Now, you only need to ask Yelena… easy right?

[ill-skillsgard]

Anything faust!valter

I usually don't enjoy vague requests like this, but I was writing a Faust!V piece anyway. So, I'll just put this here.

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Warning: 18+ smut, mature language, anti-religious themes. **In this part: consensual sleep sex, family conflict, angst.**

Summary: Faust and Faith get caught in the act, propelling Faith to do the one thing she never thought herself capable: defy her father.

- Not based on Lords of Chaos. I use Faust!Valter’s likeness only as inspiration.

Read more Faust x Faith here [x]

A warm prodding awakened Faith in the early hours. Faust was pressed against her naked back, chest and stomach soft and contoured to her spine. Lower down, he nudged her with a growing erection. It twitched across her tailbone once, twice, and so on, in reflection with the man's heartbeat. He felt enormous behind her. Drawing his knees up, his thighs balled her and squeezed.

His breath spread over the back of her neck, followed by a crawling moan. Faust curled his hips under hers, seeking out the sleek warmth between her legs. They had fallen asleep with the TV on, and the same non-stop pornographic advertisements played with the volume low. The ruddy morning glow swirled up the moans, tenderizing the bedded bodies in low heat.

Faust whispered through strands of hair, "can I be inside of you?"

Faith raised her right leg, providing him access which he took with a slow but forceful stab. He trusted her whimpers and went along with each one, finding a steady rhythm guided by her noises. Sleep still licked at his eyelids, teaming with comfort to lead Faust back into a restful embrace. Even her enclosing wetness wasn't enough to keep his eyes open.

This process repeated. Faust fought lazily to stay awake, to stay hard inside of her. Faith didn't seem to mind the five-minute doses of lovemaking with a reprieve to doze. Car alarms, porn trailers and a gentle buzzing went off, ignored by the sleepy couple.

Faust picked up the pace eventually and lifted Faith's leg for less resistance. He slammed into her, wrapping one long arm around her midriff to keep her from bouncing across the bed. Anchored, Faith let the stretch soothe her to the core. Having him inside, muted and reserved to the pleasure and not the filth, was a rarity she longed to savour. Too often, Faust spent their time together teasing, making her feel like the hungry one, the desperate one. Now, he was the one who couldn't hold back.

"Faith... I'm gonna come soon."

Before she replied, he angled her face to smother her mouth with a kiss. His lips devoured her moans, tongue licking hers. He sent his hand down to her groin and pressed his index and middle finger together to create the perfect cushion for her clit.

"Does that feel good?" He asked.

"Yes," she smiled. "Yes, that's amazing."

"Mm, good. I need you to come at the same time as me."

The request struck Faith softer than his usual demands. Faust always told her exactly what to do, at the precise time, through clenched teeth, and if she failed to meet his expectations, he hissed and scolded her. Not this time. Faust paused his movements to get her up to speed.

"Mm, more, please," Faith said.

He fed her half his length. Anything more, and she would clench and mewl. Faust didn't want that kind of thing today. Working her clit with his fingers and pumping himself into her with care, Faust forgot everything.

Faith's cell phone continued to rumble. The first few rounds of vibrations had gone unnoticed, but now Faith was starting to worry. It broke her concentration, robbed Faust's caresses of poignancy. It was Sunday morning, and she hadn't checked in with her parents in a few days. By the shade of light filtering through the rust-coloured drapes, she deduced it couldn't be later than noon.

"Faust...I should answer my phone."

"No, baby. Just stay here. Get close with me."

"I can't," she said. "What if it's..."

"Don't answer. What's more important? Me, or him? You're a big girl. Make your own decisions."

Faith closed her eyes and waited for the vibrations to cease. Faust had not stopped slowly easing his cock inside of her, then out and back in. He delivered one stroke that was harder than the others and hooked her attention back to him.

"Come on, beautiful. Help me come."

It was another hour before Faust came to his shuddering end and spilled a shocking amount of cum both inside Faith and between her thighs. It dripped onto the bed, soaked the sheets and continued dribbling from her cunt even as he climbed down the bed to position his face there. He licked her from hole to clit, over and over until she moaned animatedly.

"Oh my god, Faust."

"You like that, baby? Let me lick that cum-soaked pussy for you."

Faust pinched the sensitive crest, revealing her clit and applying pressure. He used the months he'd spent eating her out to pull out all the tricks. He teased her opening with his middle finger, flicking her clit periodically to make her nerves jump.

"So much fucking cum in there. Oh, it's so nice watching it all dripping out of that perfect hole."

Again, the commotions of the outside world faded into obscurity while they played in their private bubble. Not even the indecency on the TV screen compared to Faust's green eyes watching her reactions while a perfect pair of lips toyed with every inch of her womanhood. She stroked his long hair back, but the black tresses fell over his face until he shouldered them out of the way.

"Are you ready to come for me, Faith?"

"Mm, yes. I'm ready."

"Yeah? What do you want? My fingers a bit harder? Suck your clit?"

"Both," she gasped.

Faust served two equally measured stimulations, enhanced by the slippery sound of his tongue. The peak fell into line, nudged forward by the mix of incentives working together to tickle her beyond pleasure. The noise delighted Faith, filled her with arousal, and she twisted and writhed as her climax approached. Matched with Faust's deep moans, the television and cars passing by on the street faded into obscurity. All thoughts of her neglected cell phone disappeared.

All of this smashed against an invisible wall and shattered before realization. There was a temperamental rapping at the door, followed by the boom of Faith's name from the other side. Faith shot up and away from Faust, clutching for a pillow to block her nudity.

"Faith! You better get out here, girl!"

"Daddy?"

"Oh, shit," said Faust. "Go to the bathroom. Now. Go on!"

Faith scrambled off the bed and grabbed her shredded panties from where Faust threw them the night before. In her haste, she missed her top and only brought her skirt into the washroom for coverage.

Faust wiped his glistening mouth, let the pounding at the door go unanswered until he caught his breath and climbed into his boxers. Prepared to face Stan, he wrenched open the door and found the man fuming, ready to throw his fists.

"Where is she?" Stan asked, bowling through the door and into the motel room where pornography still flashed on the TV.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Faith! Get out here now."

"You need to get the fuck out, right now. Faith's not here."

"Bullshit! Her phone's right there on the table."

Stan went to the bathroom door and banged hard enough the wood jumped from its frame. Faust hauled the man away from the door and met swift resistance.

"You can't be in here!"

"Don't tell me what I can't do. You have my daughter!"

"Daddy, please stop!" Faith cried from the other side of the bathroom door.

Stan glared at Faust with heat snapping behind his eyes. Not one to succumb to intimidation, Faust planted his feet and motioned for the man to leave.

"Don't make this violent, Stan. Faith's with me. She's a fucking adult."

The father noticed the television and spat on the carpet.

"She will never see you again if I have anything to do with it."

"That's just it... There's nothing you can do. So, I suggest you get the fuck out of here before something bad happens."

Stan ignored Faust and knocked on the door again.

"Faith, get dressed. You're coming with me."

"Daddy, you have to leave. I don't have any clothes."

"You son of a bitch," Stan hissed. "What the fuck have you done to my daughter? First, you don't answer calls, then I find you in here fornicating with this scumbag? What the hell is wrong with you, Faith?"

"Look, man, she doesn't have any clothes. Get the fuck out so she can at least get dressed. Or do you plan on dressing her yourself?"

Stan ignored Faust's comments with a sneer. "Have you forgotten your phone's tracking? How did you think this would end, Faith? Your mother and I thought you were taken! Get dressed right now, young lady. You are in for the punishment of your life!"

Faust followed Stan outside and watched the preacher thrash his fists. He recognized the car in front and smirked. The father's anger spread, fuelling Faust's urge to retaliate.

"You'll never keep her away from me," said Faust with a laugh.

"Shut your mouth."

"Can't handle the truth, can you? You hate that she loves me. You hate the thought of someone like me with her."

Stan whipped a warning look at Faust. The air outside was cool and raised goosebumps over his bare skin, but inside, his guts boiled. Faust longed for a more violent reaction. He wanted fire and destruction.

"I fucked her. You've no idea how many times I've fucked her."

Faith made it outside in time to witness her father advance on Faust. She shrieked as Stan's fist made contact with Faust's jaw and sent him reeling backward. He clenched the side of his chin and laughed, blood already coating his teeth.

"Oh, nice shot, big man. Come on. Beat the shit out of me. Show your daughter how a man handles things."

"Get in the car, Faith," Stan pointed.

"No, Daddy. I'm not leaving."

"Faith! I said get in the car!"

"No, Daddy! I won't go with you!"

Faith ran to Faust and threw herself around him, burying her face under his arm. Faust popped his brows and snickered.

"It's okay, babe. I'm fine. It was a good punch, though. Enough for an assault charge."

Faust kissed the top of Faith's head, eyes pinned to Stan while he licked his teeth.

"Get over it, preacher. She's mine."

"Stop it! Both of you stop, right now!" Faith pushed off Faust and stood in the middle of them. "Daddy, you have to go. I'm not a baby, and I'm not going to church. You can move the whole family across the country if you want to, but I'm staying and going to school."

"You are not missing church," Stan said.

"I'm old enough to make my own decisions. And I'm disabling my phone's tracker. This is an invasion of my privacy. And Faust... You keep quiet, too! Both of you."

The manager of the motel stepped out of the office, interested in the source of the commotion but not concerned enough to call the police. Fights broke out on the property all the time. Drapes pulled back, and anonymous eyes surveyed the scene as well. Faith suddenly felt far too exposed to the possibility a gust of wind might lift her skirt and reveal her nakedness. She reserved to make a point to Faust to stop ruining her underwear, but that would have to wait.

"Get in your car, drive back home, and maybe I won't press charges, old man," Faust negotiated.

"I'm not leaving without my daughter."

"Fine. You can stay here and explain to the cops why you punched me in the face and how you're trying to abduct an adult who has already stated multiple times that she doesn't want to leave. I'm sure that will all sound really nice to your congregation."

"Faith... You have one more chance. Get in, or else," Stan opened the car door.

She shook her head while disbelief of her actions sickened her stomach. Not once had she ever defied her father. Before the morning's incident, she didn't believe she had it in her to refuse him. The sky didn't turn red, and the earth refused to break open and swallow her. Faith understood what Faust had been saying; she didn't have to listen to anyone but herself.

Defeated, Stan got into the family car, staring at his daughter through the windshield. His oldest daughter, who he barely recognized, returned the stare until he drove off. Once the car turned the corner and was out of sight, Faust began to laugh.

"Stop laughing! Why do you think this is funny?" Faith asked.

"I dunno. It just is."

"No, it's not! Do you understand the trouble I'm in? You don't know what my dad will do. I'll have to move! I can't afford my own place working part-time."

"Baby, don't worry. You're not moving away from me. I won't let you."

Faith's delayed reaction hit all at once, like a storm cloud bursting above her head. Fiery tears stung her eyes as panic erupted from within her ribcage.

"So, what? You're gonna let me move in with you? Live in your tiny room with your weird roommate, who you hate? Because I highly doubt Mister Solitary will want me around twenty-four seven. You already can't handle more than a couple of days around me at once."

"Faith...Baby, come on. Don't say that kind of shit. We'll find our own place, obviously."

"You don't have a job anymore! You quit your band!"

"Doesn't matter. Just trust me. Stop crying, and trust me, okay? I'll get it all worked out. You have two more months at school before we have to make any moves. Have I ever given you a reason to doubt me?"

"No," Faith peeped. "I guess not."

"I got this, Faith. Stop worrying. You're with me, and that's all that matters, right?"

She nodded. Faust pulled her into his chest and wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Everything's gonna be fine. I promise."

[kpop-sports-books-series-fangirl]

PJO/HOO - You meet for the second time

Masterlist

Request form and prompt list

(F/S) means Favourite sport

Will -

You were sitting at home, your (non-godly parent) had gone out somewhere, so you were alone. You were on the couch, scrolling through your phone, with your favorite blanket and with music blaring through your speakers.

Suddenly instead of playing the next song, your ringtone started playing through the speakers. You checked who it was and it was a random number, but you picked it up. “Hello?” you asked. “Hello? Is this (Y/N)?” they asked. “Who’s asking?” you asked back. “It’s Will,” he replied. “Oh, from the mall?” “Yeah...” “So, are you back in town again?” you asked hopefully.

“Um, yeah, I was hoping you could show me around,” he said nervously. You met up in a park near the house and you showed him around and just talked. Soon, you realize that your (non-godly parent) is going to come home.

You bid Will goodbye and ran back home to set up the place before your (non-godly parent) came home.

Nico -

You were getting scolded by your (non-godly parent) for throwing a sleepover without letting them know when you heard a knocking on your window. You looked outside to see the boy from that night. He was waving his hand frantically telling you to come out, but you ignored him and continued to listen to your (non-godly parent).

Later that night, when you had gotten ready for bed, you thought you heard a noise in your room, but when you looked, there was nothing, so you just ignored it. Just when you got into bed, a hand clamped over your mouth. You tried to scream, but the face of the boy from earlier came into view.

You tried to thrash, but he was too strong. Suddenly you felt this weird sensation in your stomach and when you opened your eyes, you were in a different room. As soon as the hand let go of your mouth, you screamed really loud.

You looked around the room and saw an old dude in a wheelchair. He winced at your loudness. “Nico, how many times should I tell you that when you bring the demi-gods, don’t scare the life out of them!” the old man said. He then turned to you and said “Hello, my dear, I’m Chiron,”

Percy -

You went to the beach again, the next week hoping to meet Percy again. You went on the same day at the same time, but he wasn’t there, so you just decided to enjoy your evening. You walked along the water for a while, before changing into your swimsuit and jumping into the ocean.

After a while you decided it was time to go home, so you wrapped the towel around yourself as you made your way to the washroom to change. After you got back into normal clothes, you started to walk back home. About halfway there, you felt someone tap your shoulder and you suddenly got into a defensive position in case someone was attacking you.

That ‘someone’ held up his hands and laughed. “Hey, it’s just me,” You looked carefully and saw that it was Percy. “Oh, sorry, you just scared me,” you tell him. You talked while he walked you back home. You exchanged phone numbers so you could talk later on as well and then he had to go.

Frank -

After that day, you couldn’t stop thinking about Frank. But you forced your mind off him, to focus on your studies. You are in the 10th grade and you are studying for your end-of-term exams.

(Your non-godly parent) has stopped all your social media accounts for the time being, including quotev (A/N: just had to add it 😜), youtube, and many others.

One day after school, (F/S) practice and all your after school clubs, you are walking home when you think you see someone following you. You take the route towards the park, trying to formulate a plan of what to do. That’s when you realize that the park is closed and it is one of the most unsafe places in your neighborhood.

Without stopping, you open your bag and take out your steel water bottle in case you need to protect yourself. You feel the person getting closer to you, so you turn around, swinging your bottle at the person's head.

You hear a loud ‘DINGGG’ as the bottle comes in contact with their head. They double over, and before you take off, you recognize that mop of black hair. It takes you a second to realize that this was Frank.

“What the hell!?” You shout at him. “You scared me half to death!” Then you remember what you did. “Oh no, are you okay!?” you ask as you approach him slowly. He holds up a hand. When he looks up at you, you see a huge gash on his forehead. You gasp, surprised.

“My house is nearby, we can take a look at that cut there,” You say as you grab his hand and guide him to your house. You opened the little zip of your bag, taking out your house key and throwing open the door.

You drop your bag near the door with a ‘thud’ and drag Frank into the living room. You sit him down on the couch and shush him when he opens his mouth to say something. You grab the first-aid kit from the cupboard.

As you apply the antiseptic to the wound, you apologize to him. “I am so sorry! I didn’t know it was you! Then again, why were you following me in the first place?!” You continue to ramble as you paste a bandage on it. Once you are done, you look down into his brown eyes.

“Can I speak now?” He asks, amused. You glare at him before nodding and tearing your eyes away from his, focusing on cleaning the mess of bandages on the floor.

As you put the unutilized plasters and cotton back in the box, you try not to look up at Frank as you know, if you look in his eyes, you will never be able to look away again, and that would be embarrassing.

“Well, I saw you walking on the road, so I decided to give you a little scare,” he explains.

“Yeah, you should never do that,” You tell him. “Seems I learned that the hard way,”

You both sit there and talk until it hits you that you have a history test tomorrow. It was going to be on Greek and Roman mythology (A/N:*gasp!* What a coincidence!). When you tell Frank this, he announces that he is an expert in Greek and Roman mythology.

Your (non-godly parent) is out of town for a few days so he stays over and helps you study, though it isn’t easy concentrating on your textbook with Frank staring at you the whole time.

Let’s say, you ace the test!

Jason -

You are now boarded on the plane and despite the excitement, fall asleep, fulfilling the hours you missed the previous night.

When you stir awake, you see your (non-godly parent) is still asleep, so you turn to the other side to see Jason from earlier. “Oh, hi!” you say. “Hi, again,” he replies.

“Guess I’m headed to Manhattan too,” you say as you reach down to your bag and take out a water bottle. “Yeah,” he says. Well, this is getting awkward, you think.

Taking a sip from your bottle, you look up at him again. “So...wanna play something?” You ask him, your childish side taking over. “Sure, what though?” “Um...maybe a game where we ask each other questions? Get to know each other better?” “Um, okay...”

-Time skip-

“Please fasten your seatbelts, the plane will be landing in 15 minutes,” the speaker announced. You and Jason had been talking the entire time, about the most random things like music, T.V. shows, movies, books, people, life, and everything possible.

You wanted to ask him for his number, but it would be a bit awkward. Like are you just supposed to walk up to him and say ‘hey can I have your number?’ wait. That isn’t so bad…

“Jason, can I have your number? Just to talk once in a while, it was fun...” you say as you wait for the crowd in the plane to clear as everyone gets off. “I would give you my number, but I don’t have a phone..” he tells you. “Oh, well, here’s my number, call whenever you can!” You say taking out a pen and asking him if you could write it on his hand.

Leo -

Rrring! Rrring! You hear from your bag. Your eyes widen as you know it’s your phone. “(L/N)!” your teacher calls you out. “Phone!” she holds out her hand as you hand her your phone. “Detention after school today!”

“But ma’am! I have (F/S) practice today after school!” You complain. “Well, you’ll just have to skip it for today,” Well shit. Your coach was going to kill you, especially with a match coming up on the weekend!

You were going to kill whoever called you.

-Time skip-

After school, detention, and shouting from your coach, you were headed to get your phone back from the principal's office. You knock on the door. “Come in!” A voice calls. “Ma’am, I’ve come to collect my phone,” “Here you are, but you should know, you have to keep your phone on silent during the classes,” “Yes ma’am, sorry, it won’t happen again,”

Sighing, you switch on your phone as you head to the exit of the school building. You checked your notifications to see you had like 6 missed calls from an unknown number.

Your phone starts ringing again, suddenly, surprising you. You gripped it tightly before it slipped out of your hands. It was an unknown number, a different one this time. This is getting creepy, but you pick up the call and place the phone on your ear.

“H-hello?” You stutter into the phone. “Hello? Is this (Y/N)?” the other voice asks. “Who is this?” you ask. “Leo. The one who fixed your cycle?” he says. “Leo? You know, when I told you to call, I didn’t mean in the middle of the day! I was in class when my phone rang! I got detention and had to skip my practice! Do you know how mad my coach was-!” you were cut off by Leo. “Hey! Hey! I’m sorry for getting you in trouble, but I desperately need your help!”

“Why should I help you?” “Because you owe me one?” “Yeah, but you got me in trouble!” “Please (Y/N!)! I really need your help!” Leo says. For the first time, you notice how desperate he sounds.

“Okay. What do you need?” You ask him. “I and my friends need someplace to crash just for a few hours,” “Wait, are you and your ‘friends’ drunk?!” you almost shriek, scaring the guard who is standing at the entrance gate.

“No! I can’t- just, can I tell you after?” you take a deep breath before looking around and saying “Okay, my (non-godly parent) is out of town, so you can stay at my house for the night, I live at _____.”

“Thank you!” He cuts the call. You stare at the phone, shocked at what you just did.

When you reach home, Leo and his friends are not there yet, so you go in and start cleaning up the space a little. Picking up clothes, making the living room presentable. Your (non-godly parent) hasn’t been home for a few days, so you didn’t care what you did to the house.

Ding dong! You head to the door and take a deep breath before opening the door to reveal Leo, a girl and a boy both, your age. “Come in,” you say timidly.

Once they are on the couch, you turn to Leo, put your hands on your hips, and ask “Care to explain?” with raised eyebrows.

Travis -

You are stressed out. The list of things that you have to complete is only getting longer. All your responsibilities weigh you down. You need a break, just to get some fresh air.

You decide to take a walk to clear your head. Your legs lead you to the park. You sit down on the same bench as you observe the kids play, so carefree, burdenless, no responsibilities. Oh, how you wish you were like them.

This brought tears to your eyes. You just want a break, just one day, just forget about all that work, waiting back at home. You have to complete everything on time, submit all the work, no time for doing what you want.

You hug yourself and move your hands up and down, comforting yourself.

“Hey, you okay?” you hear a voice ask. You sit up quickly and wipe your tears. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine,” you say. You look up to see it’s Travis. “Oh, hi, Travis, right?” You confirm, knowing fully well that it could be his brother. “Yup, not Connor,” You send him a little smile.

“Running from him again?” you ask, teasingly. “Haha,” he replies smiling. “Can I sit there?” he asks pointing to the empty space on the bench next to you. You nod, letting him know it’s fine. He takes his seat.

“So, what’s all the crying about?” he asks. “Nothing,” “Oh come on! You don’t cry just for nothing!” “Some people do. When they can’t take the stress anymore about everything in life and they just break down but don’t have a reason to explain it,” “So, life’s stressing you out?” he asks. “That’s not what I said!” “Yeah, you did!” “Did not!” “Did too!” “Nope, did not,” “Okay, whatever! You still need cheering up! Come!” he says as he grabs your hand and drags you from the park.

“Where are you taking me?” you ask him. “I’m not telling you!” “You know how creepy that sounds to me right? You could be kidnapping me for all I know! I mean, I could use a little enjoyment in my life, but I don’t mean this!” while you were busy rambling, Travis had dragged you to a dark alley.

“Travis...where are we?” you ask, starting to get scared. “Watch this,” he says as he walks to the far end of the wall, and presses one brick, which causes a door to open in the wall.

You are closer to the entrance and you can see on the other side it’s an open field. Mesmerized, you walk over, through the door. You feel a tap on your shoulder, followed by a “You’re it!” and Travis running away from you.

You smile and take off after him. After a while of you both running back and forth, you lie down in the grass, Travis next to you. You relax for a while before you realize the time and jump up.

“I have to go!” you say as you run back out the door.

Connor -

You are bored. All of your friends are doing...stuff, and you are sitting here doing nothing. It is your day off from work. You decide to clean your room.

You pick up the pile of clothes in the corner and head down to the laundry room. Before you dump the laundry in the washing machine you go through all the pockets as you usually forget things in them.

All in all, you found your earphones which you’d been looking for since almost a week now (A/N: I actually wouldn’t survive that long without my earphones!), a folded piece of paper, your rubber band, a pencil (don’t ask), and a paperclip.

You put all the objects in your pocket of the jacket you’re wearing, thinking you’ll take it out later before you unfold the piece of paper to see if it’s something important.

It was the note the guy left, Connor.

You are free, have nothing to do. How bad could this guy be?

You pick up your phone and dial the number, and it rings a few times before a girl picks up, “Hello?” she sounds perplexed. “Um...hi, Connor told me to call this number....” “Connor! Oh, I’m gonna kill him!”

On the other end of the line, you heard an “Oooh! Is it for me?” followed by an ‘umph!’ and a “Catch me if you can!”

You are too confused about what was happening, and are about to put the phone down when someone says “Hello? Who is this?”

“Hi, is this Connor?” “Yeah, who is this?” “This is (Y/N), the girl from the ice cream shop,” “Oh yeah! I actually didn’t expect you to call!” “Yeah, well, I’m bored and I have nothing to do, so if you’re free, wanna hang?” “Sure…? Where do you want to meet up?” “Outside the Ice cream shop?” “Sure, I’ll see you there,”

-Time skip-

You are waiting outside the ice cream shop for Connor. A few minutes later, you see a hooded figure walking towards you. You turn away and start walking away when you hear “(Y/N)!?” You turn around and see it’s Connor.

“Oh, hi! You scared me,” you tell him. “Yeah, sorry. So, what do you want to do?” “Hang out?” “Ok….no. How about we prank people on the beach?” “Ok, but what prank?” “Replacing their sunscreens with mustard?” “Let’s go buy some mustard then!”

You guys spent all evening replacing people’s things, and getting caught by the cops, and escaping. Calling Connor, was the best decision you have ever made.

A/N: Hey guys!! The next part is out!! I'll link the first part below. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!

-TheBlueBookworm is out~~!!!

[sokkas-honour]

An unexpected but welcomed visitor - Mako x kyoshi!reader

summary: for the lovely @biqherosix ‘s makyoshi writing challenge and the prompt used was Grandma Yin

word count: 2k

taglist (always open): @biqherosix @draqondance

notes: no tw here i believe, just a girl not knowing what the hell to name a fic and it’s unedited so my apologies

You stared out of Mako’s apartment window, watching the clouds slowly move across the sky above Republic city. You sat on the couch wondering when your boyfriend would return from his little rendez-vous with Kai on Air Temple Island. He’d promised the young boy that he’d help him set up a picnic for Jinora which was an absolutely adorable idea. Mako being close with the airbending monster, considering all the time they spend together arguing about obscure subjects. In theory, he did seem like the perfect choice to help him, you would have disagreed though considering he has a horrible track record with his romantic attempts going smoothly, which added to his charm in your opinion, but you hoped that he’d prove useful to Kai.

You had let yourself into the apartment what seemed like an hour ago. Bolin was visiting Zaofu with Opal which meant that his place was free for a date night hosted by the firebender, well more like a date afternoon but he still hadn’t shown up. He had promised to cook dinner for you and then you’d both play a game of pai sho with lots of cuddling and relaxing in between. You’d both had pretty busy schedules in the last couple of days with his job keeping the streets safe and your Kyoshi duties so a whole afternoon of just pure escape sounded amazing.

The sound of the door to the apartment slowly opening scared you at first but you quickly jumped out of your spot on the couch in excitement. 

“You’re finally here!” You exclaimed as you quickly ran to the bathroom to make sure you looked presentable. You called out to who you thought was your boyfriend from the washroom. “What took you so long Mako? Is Kai ready to absolutely blow Jinora’s socks off without airbending?”

When no one answered but you heard footsteps advancing into the apartment you closed the door to the bathroom and went to grab the closest thing to you to use as a weapon. You looked at the counter but only found someone’s toothbrush and since Bolin wasn’t in the city it meant it belonged to the firebender. As disgusting as it felt to use your boyfriend’s toothbrush as a weapon, you needed something fast. Before getting ready to exit the room to face whoever was outside you spotted someone’s comb and planned to use it as some sort of boomerang. With the toothbrush in close proximity, the comb in one hand, you went to open the door when an elderly voice emerged from the other side.

“Mako? Is that you? I hope I’m not too early. You might want to rethink the idea of leaving your door unlocked, stupid Mako, you take that after your dad.”

Your eyes widened as you opened the door, guard down at the voice that belonged to someone’s grandma. You still kept the comb in a tight grip as you opened the door. The newcomer made a sound that made you jump and throw the comb as you intended too. The now empty hand quickly went back to grab the toothbrush and you emerged from the bathroom when you heard a little yelp.

“My, my, Mako, where are your manners?” And then it hit you, you knew that voice, it belonged to Mako’s grandma, Yin. She looked at you with wide eyes and a shocked expression. “You’re not my Mako are you?”

You shook your head, surprised that she didn't recognize you. You had met when she was staying at the Sato estate and Wu had to hide during the whole Kuvira problem.

“No, I’m his girlfriend, we’ve met before.” You smiled slightly, cheeks turning a bit red when her gaze landed on the toothbrush that was in your hand. You shyly put it on a nearby shelf. “I was one of Wu’s bodyguards, we met when he was staying with you for a short period of time?”

She frowned, analysing you from your head to your toes, making you feel very on the spot and somewhat self conscious. She had a very puzzled look on her face as she just stared at your face in confusion.

“His majesty, prince Wu, only had Mako and some beautiful girl in a warrior’s uniform as a bodyguard. You don’t look like you’d be a bodyguard.”

“I am that warrior girl though, I’m a kyoshi warrior, I’m just out of my uniform.” Now it was your turn to be slightly confused at her words, you remembered not wearing makeup the one time you met so wouldn't she be able to recognise you?

“Oh, that’s very possible though you are very muscular for a woman.” She stated very bluntly and you suddenly regretted just wearing a simple tank top and casual pants for your date, not that you expected to see your boyfriend’s grandmother before even seeing him for the day.

“Uh, thanks?” Your thanks sounded more like a question, unsure how to respond to what you thought was a compliment from the elderly woman. You watched as she slowly made her way back to where you were sitting just a couple of minutes ago.

“Come, sit.” She looked at you with a smile and patted the spot next to her on the couch, inviting you to sit down. You made your way to your previous resting spot and took your place next to her.

“Please, tell me about my Mako. I haven’t seen him in a while and didn’t know he had a girlfriend, I’d love to hear about you two’s relationship.” Her warm, inviting smile made you relax which made you realise your shoulders were a bit tense from wondering what she’d say.

“Oh, well Mako and I met working for prince Wu-” You had barely started before she interrupted you, taking you aback.

“I don't want to know about how you two met, that's just boring. Tell me about a moment that makes you smile whenever you think about it, tell me how he makes you feel.” She stated as if it was the most obvious thing ever and made you feel a tad bit stupid for wanting to start at the beginning.

“Oh well, there’s this one time a couple of weeks ago that I’ll never forget.” You started with a smile on your face as the memory of the story you were about to tell came to you. You continued, a slight euphoric feeling was laced with your words which Grandma Yin most likely picked up on. “I’m sure you know that Mako and Bolin used to be a part of a pro bending team, their whole lives revolve around it for a while. I didn't meet the brothers till long after their pro bending careers had met but they’ve always told me stories about how exhilarating their matches were. I’ve only ever heard them through radio and they never really interested me until I found out the guy I loved the most used to be a part of a pretty reputable team before traveling the world with the avatar. So, Mako decided that as a surprise, he’d take me to see a pro bending match, it was the Laogai Lion Vultures versus the Ember Island Eel Hounds.”

You paused for a second to see if she seemed at all interested and to your surprise, she looked as if she was listening intently so you proceeded to continue your story. 

“Mako knew this guy from the Laogai Lion Vultures, their earthbender Ruohar, and managed to get him to let us see the match from the best seats in the house, the last spot where players go before being brought to the main platform. We had a direct view on the game. Before the match started, Mako told me a couple of stories of Bo and him, what they’d do before a game, a time they both messed up that they found hilarious, their old member Hasook. It was just so nice to see Mako smiling fondly at memories and just opening up about his past. Neither of us are great at that but seeing him just being nostalgic and saying absolutely everything that went through his mind just made my heart warm. Anyway, the game started and I could barely hear what the commentator was saying because of how much Mako was yelling at both teams. You couldn't go two seconds without him screaming ‘You had that!’ or ‘I could beat them in my sleep!’ and everything in between. Every once in a while hed realise what he was doing and would turn to ask me if it was bothering me and of course it wasn't, seeing Mako being passionate about something just brings me so much joy, he’d even show me how’d he do a play differently when he was really mad at the Lion Vulture’s execution. When the match was finally over and we’d congratulated the Lion Vultures on their win, he gave me a tour of the arena, showed me where he used to train, where he used to live and just let every single one of his memories come back. I’ve probably already said this but just seeing Mako be so open and just so giddy about his stories and anecdotes really made it a date to remember.” You finished, a pleased and content grin graced your features as you still felt stuck in your memory, finding it hard to get yourself out of that moment.

“That sounds absolutely delightful my dear, it makes me happy to see that my Mako is making you so happy.” She looked at you with a soft gaze.

“I have another fun story if you’d like?” You volunteered to tell another story, maybe even multiple if she wanted to because of how much you enjoyed just being able to gush about your partner and to your luck, she nodded eagerly.

You told stories that jumped to your mind from when Mako and you first went on a date, your last date together and everything in between. Before long, you heard the door open again as the sun was slowly setting out the window but you were both so engrossed in the story that you were telling that you failed to notice whoever entered the apartment.

“Y/n? Grandma?” The newcomer just so happened to be the subject of your tales and he seemed very confused as to why his grandmother and his girlfriend were in his home.

“Oh Mako! It’s so good to see you! I came by to tell you something but it seems like I’ve forgotten. I won’t keep you two lovebirds for too long.” Yin was the first to greet him as she stood up to hug her grandson who returned the gesture happily.

“Y/n, it was lovely to meet you, hopefully we can do this over tea sometime?” She suggested and you eagerly nodded, excited to share more stories of your stupid boyfriend and hopefully you’d learn a thing or two about his father if you stuck at it long enough.

You bid each other goodbye and watched as she closed the door behind her before turning back to your boyfriend.

“I’m just going to assume that something went wrong with Jinora and Kai. You can tell me all about it while you make that dinner you promised.” You said smugly, giving him a hug as he groaned, realising he’d forgotten all about your date.

“Shit y/n, I’m so sorry, I completely forgot about tonight. I was gushing about Jinora and Kai with Pema and got caught up, I’m so sorry.” You simply smiled, having forgiven him as soon as his grandmother and you started talking. 

“What happened between my grandmother and you? You both seem extremely happy.” He asked, suspicious of what embarrassing things you might’ve told her but you simply shook your head and teased. “What happens with Grandma Yin, stays with Grandma Yin my dear.”

He rolled his eyes, setting his head on your forehead as you both stayed in each other’s embrace as his eyes trailed around the room and found some misplaced toileterry.

“Hey, why is my comb on the ground and why the hell is my toothbrush on the bookshelf?”  

[moral-turpitudes]

House Calls: Part 2

A/N: This was hella long and I’m stubborn so I apologize if the spacing is a bit wonky. Nevertheless, I hope this reads well, as I’ve added some line breaks in the story to help.

Trigger Warnings: Awkward af, Angst, Fluff, Maybe Swearing? 

Word Count: 4,139 

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader 

Requested by: @captivatedbycillianmurphy​ and I think some other people so enjoy! :)

Summary: After taking care of Charlie one early morning, Y/N remembers the date she made with Thomas as a deal regarding her payment for her efforts. But it didn’t take long for it to be more than they bargained for.

Part 1 | Part 2

It was Friday evening and you’d just finished up a hectic day at the children’s hospital. You’d had 2 house calls and 4 appointments at your office almost back to back.

With a sigh of relief you sat lazily in your chair at your desk, finishing up patient reports and going over the requests from the previous couple of days. You smiled slightly when your finger traced over the name typed on the rigid paper.

“House Call Request: Mr. Thomas Shelby.”

It had been 5 days since the early house call, and your job being so busy often left you with little down time, but you quickly shuffled the papers away and took in a deep breath before picking up the phone.

“Hello, this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N, can you connect me to Mr. Thomas Shelby please?” You asked the phone operator. You heard the clicking and frazzled line as you waited, your heart racing as the seconds passed.

“Thomas Shelby.” He said tersely.

“Uh-hello...Thomas, it’s Dr. Y/L/N from a few nights ago...I was just wanting to let you know I was free.” You said, mentally slapping yourself for being so awkward. Any composure you usually had when working over the phone completely slipped your mind.

“Y/N...nice to hear from you. How about you meet me here at 7?” He asked, his voice sending your heart over the edge.

“Sounds great, I’ll see you then. Goodbye.” You said quickly as you shakily put down the phone. Your stomach was doing flips as you frantically looked at your small closet that housed extra clothes for messy house visits or appointments.

“God I hope I have something in here....” You thought to yourself as you pulled out a knee-length black dress. Your heels were in the bottom compartment and so you rummaged around until you found a pair that were dark red.

“This should do...” You whispered as you took off your white lab coat and shimmied out of your tattered blue dress. You glanced at the clock as you got ready, taking the pins out of your hair and going through your spare makeup to find a dark red lipstick and black mascara. You finished your makeup hastily, knowing it wasn’t the amount you preferred especially for meeting someone such as Thomas Shelby.

The tension inside you went away slightly as you packed up various things in your office, temporarily taking your mind off the coming plans.

With a loud dinging sound, the clock struck half past 6, signaling it was time to leave. Reluctantly, you gathered your things and put on your old black coat, taking one last look in your mirror before locking the door behind you.

The drive was a bit rocky as it was sprinkling outside, the rain drops coming down like glitter on the dark dirt roads. As you parked and got out, your heels slightly sunk into the dirt as you walked towards the steps of the shop.

When you walked in you were greeted by a woman at one of the front desks, her hair was dark and her eyes tired but alert all the same.

“Hello dear. You must be-“ She started to say, but a deep familiar voice said your name before she could.

“Y/N, welcome. This is my aunt Polly Gray, Polly this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N.” He said, quickly putting on his coat and his flat cap, the razor blade glinting in the dim light of the shop.

“Nice to meet you Ms. Gray.” You said, smiling and holding out your hand for her to shake.

She shook back with a firm grip, her eyes seemingly boring into yours as she spoke.

“Y/N, Thomas has said so many nice things about you. Would you care for a tour?” She asked.

“I think we better get going.” Thomas said, impatiently lighting a cigarette.

“Tommy it’s the first time we’ve had a guest since sprucing up the place, let me have this one moment.” She said looking annoyed at her nephew.

“Ten minutes.” He said, glancing at you with tired eyes.

You looked around at all the desks and various piles of papers that the assistants were working on, typing what seemed to be the last of their work for the day, and you heard loud chatter in the meeting room, with men drinking and writing numbers on a board and yelling every now and then.

“This is Tommy’s office, and here’s the washrooms. No ones allowed in without knocking, but since he’s not in there we’ll sneak around.” She said smirking.

“I like what you all have done to the place, I imagine it was a bit hectic before?” You asked.

“Yes. Papers strewn everywhere, faulty lights, cracking walls, luckily we came into some money.” She said, sparing any grim details.

“I see...” you said, walking over to his desk and smiling at the picture of Charlie.

“He’s talked so much about how great you were with him. Thank you for helping him the other night.” She said walking near you.

“It was no problem, really. He’s a sweet boy.” You said, as you looked at another picture of Thomas from what must’ve been a few years ago during the war.

“I’m surprised he still has that picture, considering he threw his medals in the cut...he got sent off to France with his brothers, but I’m sure he’ll tell you about that eventually.” She said, her eyes looking a bit sad. You looked at the clock on his wall, causing you to head to the door.

“Probably not a good idea to keep him waiting eh?” You asked smiling a bit to try to lighten her mood.

“Right! Sorry, those times distract me dear. It was nice meeting you Y/N, we’ll have to introduce you to the rest of the family sometime.” She said rushing you out the door and towards the lobby.

“How was the grand tour?” He asked, eyeing Polly’s sullen face.

“It was great...so where are we going Tommy?” You asked, getting him to look at you.

“The Garrison.” He said, stomping his cigarette into the floor and nodding his cap at Polly before helping you out the door.

“So is this where you grew up?” You asked, gripping your coat tighter as the cool night air crept across your skin. The rain was coming down a bit harder now, as you all hastily walked to the bar.

“Yes, like what you see?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you and smirking as you looked only at him and not at the town he grew up in.

Your face heated up as you realized you’d been staring, quickly looking away and towards the entrance to the bar.

Once inside, you shook the droplets off your coat as the smell of smoke and various alcohols filled your lungs.

Your heart skipped a beat as he took your hand in his which was warm compared to yours and led you through the crowds and to the bar.

“What’ll it be Mr. Shelby?” The bartender asked.

“Whiskey, Irish as usual.” Tommy said.

“And for the lady?” The man asked eyeing you.

“I’ll have a gin and tonic please.” You said.

You looked around at all the people, some were drunk already, some were dancing to the barely audible music being played, and others were having quiet conversations at the small tables in the middle of the place.

“Here you go. Enjoy.” He said.

Tommy took the bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses as you took your gin, but before he could walk away you spoke.

“Wait don’t we have to pay?” You asked, looking back at the already occupied bartender.

“You’re with a Shelby...it’s on the house.” He said as he led you to a table towards the back of the bar.

He sat down and lit a cigarette before taking a swig of his whiskey, watching you as you sipped your gin.

“So...Polly mentioned you’ve been talking about me...I hope it’s not anything too terrible...” You said a small smirk playing at your lips, looking at him as he gulped down the last of his shot.

“I assure you it’s nothing bad, I’ve told them about how good you were with Charlie. You saved me from one hell of a week.” He said grinning a bit.

“How is he by the way? He looks so much like you ya know...couldn’t deny he’s yours.” You said, hoping the gin would kick in sooner rather than later so you’d be able to talk as if a an anxious hand wasn’t gripping your throat.

You could see his tired eyes light up slightly as he spoke.

“He’s doing better, his cough is going away and the fever’s gone.” He said.

“I’m happy to hear that, he’s a sweet boy.” You said.

Tommy nodded as he looked at you, making you a bit self-conscious all of a sudden. If there was one thing he truly mastered over the years it was definitely making prolonged eye contact with people.

“So, how was work today?” You asked, taking a larger sip of your gin.

“Well I was supposed to be off. I had Polly clear my schedule, but something came up. Work is never really done is it?” He asked taking a drag from his cigarette.

“Not until we’re dead.” You said.

He chuckled at that, easing your nerves a bit.

“So what did Polly show you?” He asked, pouring himself a glass of whiskey and offering you one. The night was still young so you accepted it, the brown liquid burning your throat as it went down, making your face turn up slightly.

“Not a fan of whiskey aye?” He asked, a smile forming on his face.

“Only when I’m drunk enough.” You said, the rest of your gin hitting your system a bit.

“Polly showed me around the shop as you saw, and...your office.” You said, seeing him tense up slightly.

“I loved the pictures of Charlie and you on your desk. I didn’t touch anything though, I swear it.” You said, finishing your gin.

“What’d Polly tell you?” He asked, taking another drag from his cigarette.

“She thanked me for taking care of Charlie...and she mentioned you were in France...during the war...” You said looking down at the empty glass.

When you lifted your eyes up you were met with his face turned away from you, staring out the window, lost in thought.

“I-I’m sorry Tommy. I didn’t mean to upset you.” You said, reaching for his hand. The contact broke him out of whatever thoughts he’d had, his eyes searching yours.

“It’s alright. Just a difficult time that’s all. It changes you.” He said, looking at your hand in his.

“You don’t have to talk about it unless you want to.” You said, looking at his tired eyes, knowing he probably had trouble sleeping ever since.

He took a deep breath before downing another shot, you downing yours a bit later, trying to come up with a way to make the night better.

“I was a clay-kicker. We dug tunnels and planted bombs...One night we’d heard them digging right at us, so we waited knowing death was coming for us. We were prepared to die there....I can still hear the bombs exploding...the shovels scraping...” He said breaking the silence.

“Well, you’re here. That’s all that matters now Tommy.” You said, realizing he’d been holding onto your hand the whole time.

As the couple of shots you’d drank ran through your bloodstream, you saw him let his guard down slightly as the night drug on. Ordering you another gin so you wouldn’t have to deal with the whiskey as much.

“So you like gin aye?” He asked.

“Yeah, why?” You asked grinning as you took a sip of the cold, clear liquid.

“I make gin.” He said, lighting a cigarette once again.

“Oh really? I’ll have to try it sometime.” You said, your vision going slightly fuzzy as you grew more tipsy.

“How about tonight?” He asked. You pursed your lips in thought before answering.

“Alright, I’m never one to shy away from new things. Is it here?” You asked, glancing at the bar.

“No. Stored away at the warehouse, we ship some of it out but I’ve got over a hundred and thirty bottles stashed away.” He said.

“Who are you saving all of it for?” You asked.

Tommy thought for a moment, the images of Grace slipping away for once as he stared at the woman in front of him.

“For the right person I suppose.” He said.

Your cheeks heated up at the thought, causing you to look away.

Tommy continued to stare, taking in every part of you, knowing all the women he’d loved in the past usually came with a time limit. It had only been a matter of days, but he knew in his bones he felt some way towards you, no one had felt this special to him since Grace. And as much as it excited him, it also terrified him.

“Would you like to go?” He asked.

“I’d love to.” You said, clinking your glass with his as you both finished off your drinks before heading off.

The sky was as dark as ever, the moonlight guiding your path as Tommy drove towards the warehouse. The air was chilled and you could see your breath when talking.

As he parked, he ran round to help you out, holding you steady as your heels sunk more into the dirt. The rain subsided luckily, making the trek over to the heavy wooden doors somewhat bearable.

“It’s back here.” He said, prying open a crate of clear bottles, the Shelby Co. Ltd. label catching your eye, along with the description.

“Distilled for the eradication of seemingly incurable sadness.” You said, reading it aloud.

“When my wife died...I started this partly for business...and partly for myself to take my mind off everything.” He said.

You nodded and sat on an old crate and watched him open the bottle and pour you both a glass.

“To the eradication of sadness, aye?” He asked raising his glass to yours.

“To the eradication of sadness.” You said smiling before taking a drink. It was slightly sweeter than the one at the Garrison, but it went down smoothly to your surprise.

Tommy looked down into his glass, getting lost in thought as the rain started up again. The heavy drops pounding on the roof of the warehouse as you sat there in drunken silence.

You had both nearly finished the bottle when the thunder grew louder over the wooden structure, your eyes lazily looking through one of the windows as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Do you want to do something fun?” You asked, lifting your head off his shoulder and looking up into his eyes. They drew you in no matter how many times you tried looking away.

“What do you have in mind?” He said, raising his brow with a slight grin.

“Do you like to dance?” You asked, knowing you were fully drunk at this point.

He looked at you as if he was searching for himself in your eyes, searching for some portion of him that he could still grasp onto amidst all the noise.

“I suppose.” Was all he said, not wanting to deal with absolutes. A yes would mean he’d have to be amazing at remembering the moves and dig past all the muck to find his old self, who’d smile and dance and ride horses all the time. A no would make the beautiful woman before him frown from disappointment. So he reluctantly got up and took her hand as she led the way, giggling slightly as she staggered slightly through the dirt covered floors.

“We’re dancing in the rain.” You said, grinning mischievously and leading him out the door.

“Fuck these shoes.” You said, taking them off so you wouldn’t sink your heels into the mud. You sat them by the door and Tommy watched as you took a large step onto the dark muddy ground looking up at the huge raindrops coming down. 

“Are you mad?” He asked walking to you and putting his arms around your waist.

“I’m just living in the moment Tommy. Try it.” You said, swaying a bit as you put one of your hands in his.

He smiled and shook his head, the moonlight illuminating his features as he spoke.

“We’re going to get sick you know.” He said looking down at you, admiring how the rain made your hair shine and your skin glisten as the drops fell around you.

“Well...it’s a good thing I’m a doctor then huh?” You said smirking as you locked eyes with him. Yours trailing to his lips and his doing the same to yours.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment as you kissed, all the worries either of you had vanishing for a moment as the rain danced around you.

“Have you thought about expanding your practice?” He asked, breaking the kiss.

“Yes......why?” You asked, bringing your arms up around his shoulders as his rested on your waist.

“I figured it could be good for you, you could get out of Birmingham for a while. Have a new range of patients.” He said.

“Tommy....I can’t just up and leave, I have a life there you know.” You said, looking up at him. His eyes were set on yours, almost pleading.

“I’ll think about it, alright? But if I do decide to move out here...where will I go? Who will I help?” You asked, knowing there were only a couple of doctors in Small Heath, all old and withering away with age. And the apartments around here weren’t exactly aging any better.

“I have plan for that...if you’d let me help you. I have a couple of people in the family that you could help, only when needed of course.” He said.

“Are you wanting to hire me as the Shelby family doctor then?” You asked, smirking as he looked up at the rain.

“It would be nice not having to go to the hospitals all the time. Raises too much suspicion.” He said.

“Will I get to see that sweet boy of yours? I can’t drop my children’s practice entirely you know.” You said, the nerves bundling up in your stomach as you thought about a possible future here.

“Of course. Like I said, I have a plan.” He said smiling down at you.

You raised your hand up cupping his cheek lightly, the rain just missing his face thanks to his peaked cap.

“You and your plans Tommy...At least tell me what it is, for business purposes...” You said before he pressed his lips to yours again.

“I’ll tell you, but only after a few more dates.” He said giving you a half smile that melted your heart.

“Deal.” You said, taking his hand in yours as you walked back toward the warehouse.

The sudden movements made your skin crawl as the cold wind blew through.

“You cold?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You said, drawing your damp coat tightly around you.

Unlike you, he was used to the cold, having slept in muddy tunnels and trenches for nights on end, so he swiftly took his coat off and draped it around your shoulders, the scent of cologne and cigarette smoke radiating from the fabric.

“Now how about we go home aye?” He asked.

“Home?” You asked, sobering up as the night drug on.

“I’m not letting a lady drive herself through town this late, you can stay at mine.” He said, walking to his car and helping you in.

“Alright, but listen. I’m tired and I’d just like to sleep. No funny business.” You said holding up a finger at him.

“Why not?” He asked jokingly.

“I don’t fuck on first dates.” You said bluntly, cringing internally at the one time you did.

“Alright then.” He said, looking at you as he lit a cigarette. He smirked a bit before turning the engine on, respecting your decision but also intrigued that you were more hard to get than some other women he’s encountered in the past.

The drive was a bit long, making you want to fall asleep right there in the car, but the sounds of the gate to his grand driveway opening and closing kept you up. You lazily put your heels on before walking in the large house, the clicking of them echoing throughout the long halls.

“I assume you remember where the rooms are. My room is to the left of Charlie’s, I’m going to check on him but you can make yourself at home. There’s extra clothes in the dresser.” He said going up the stairs as you looked around. Your heart raced at the thought of sleeping beside him, the portrait of his late wife seemingly judging you as you walked up the stairs and into the bedroom.

While there, you hurriedly washed your already smudged makeup off and put one of his shirts on, letting it skim across your thighs as you walked back into the room.

Pulling the covers back on the huge queen bed, you heard Tommy talking sweetly to Charlie before hearing him shut the door. You had just made yourself comfortable when he’d walked in, a small smile plastered across his face that you’d seen so many times with parents.

“Was he asleep when you walked in?” You asked breaking the silence as he quickly changed clothes, causing you to sneak a glance at him before he climbed into the bed with you. It was a foreign feeling, sharing a bed with someone other than yourself, but you took in the moment, not knowing just how many you’d spend like this.

“He was until I walked in...had to tell him stories and play with his horse toy until he fell back to sleep.” He said, pulling you closer to him.

“Awe...I’m sure he was happy to see you though.” You said yawning lightly.

“Lets get to bed, don’t want you passing out on me tomorrow.” He said smirking down at you.

“Goodnight Tommy.” You said quietly.

“Goodnight.” He said, staring at the ceiling like he did so many nights, hoping that this time he’d be able to sleep somewhat peacefully.

The next morning, the birds chirped wildly outside as you and Tommy got up. The light from the windows blinding you both as hangovers clouded both your heads.

Tommy let out a cough and you managed a sneeze, as both of you felt like it was more than just hangover as the minutes passed, both of your heads feeling stuffed and your skin feeling a bit warmer than usual.

Tommy gave you a annoyed look as he sat up in bed, regretting his life decisions in that moment.

“What? Don’t look at me like that...” You said, getting up from the bed.

“I told you we’d get sick, you just had to live in the moment...” He said, mocking your words and watching you as you made your way to the bathroom. He watched as his shirt rode up your exposed legs as you leaned over the sink, splashing your face with cool water to help with your fever a bit.

“You could’ve stopped me you know...” You said dryer your face and then sitting next to him, checking his temperature with the back of your hand.

“Will this be going in your patient records?” He asked as you handed him a cold rag to put over his neck.

You smiled weakly as you spoke, clearly more sick from your actions than he was.

“No...we’re going to keep this one off the record...alright?” You said.

“Alright.” He said, getting up and slowly walking to his study downstairs. You got dressed in your now-dry dress and walked down the stairs to see the nanny with Charlie in the other room. You waved to him as he smiled, his appearance looking better than the last time you’d seen him.

“Hello Arthur. I won’t be in today, I’m a bit under the weather...yeah...it’s a long story. Aye don’t let the power get to your head alright brother? I’ll be back tomorrow.” You heard him say, causing you to chuckle as he walked out of his office.

You looked at his tired eyes and red nose, knowing you weren’t going to your home just yet.

Sighing and running a hand along your cold arms, you turned to him and checked is temperature again just in case.

“What?” He asked as you smirked to yourself.

“I guess today will just have to be like another house call...” You said, kissing his cheek before heading towards the bedroom again, knowing you’ll both be spending more time in there than originally planned.

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The Brewed

Benny Weir x Reader

Warning(s): None

Notes: A little treat for my MBAV followers. You can thank @faithiebrock01​ for the request and I hope I fulfilled your expectations! This episode was hard to write for because it jumped around so much.

Summary: Follows the plot of Season 1 Episode 11 “The Brewed”

If someone had told you that morning that you were going to be up against zombie versions of your high school teachers-

Well, you probably would have believed them.

You grew up across the street from Benny and Ethan and consequently were best friends with the nerd squad.

And you’d been through a lot. So, really, it wouldn’t have surprised you.

But any warning would have been nice.

Because barricading yourself in the girls bathroom wasn’t how you wanted your afternoon to go.

“Ethan!” You cried. “Benny! Someone! Help!”

With your back against the door, you fumble in your pocket for your cell phone. Hitting Benny’s number. “Come on, Come on, Ben, pick up your phone.”

“Y/N?”

“Benny!” 

“Oh, hot stuff, thank God you’re safe! Where are you?”

“In the girls bathroom by the science lab. Where are you?”

“Too far away from there.” Benny said. “We’re in the bathroom on the other side of the school. Sarah’s not picking up, Erica’s MIA , and we’re not desperate enough to call Rory yet. But don’t worry. Teacher’s will never enter a student washroom.”

“I don’t think the unwritten rules of education apply when they’re mindless zombies, Ben,”

“You know who’s fault this really is? Sarah’s. ‘Why don’t you fight your own battles.’”

There was a banging noise and Benny screamed before the line went dead.

“Benny? Benny? Hello?” You started panicking. What happened? Did the zombie teachers get Benny?

You chewed on your lip in worry.

Yeah, you were worried about Ethan, too, he was your best friend, but Benny...

Well, with Benny there was always something else there. A aching feeling in your chest whenever he would flirt with other girls, butterflies in your stomach when he would compliment you or save you from the supernatural thing of the day. You loved all your friends, but Benny...you loved Benny more.

There was banging outside the door and you pressed yourself up against it, trying to keep whatever it was out.

“Y/N! It’s us! Ethan and Benny!”

“Benny?” You threw open the door and jumped into his arms.

“Hey, I’m here, too,” Ethan pouted.

You smiled and quickly hugged him.

“Come on, let’s go before they come back.”

As you all made your way to the science lab, they caught you up to speed on the zombie situation with the coffee, the ectoplasmic refractor, and the pig brain.

“Who would have thought that the bio-lab had such big pig brains,” Benny said, staring at the jar with a weird kind of joy.

“I guess, I did,” Ethan replied, grabbing the handle to the teacher’s lounge.

“Into the lion’s den, you muttered and you all stuck your heads in the room.

“Ok, over there, follow me,” Ethan whispered, crouching and crawling under the teacher’s foosball table.

Ethan went first, followed by you, and then Benny who was covering you as the zombies walked by, groaning.

“Ok, so,” Ethan hit Benny’s arm as he watched the teacher stalk by, his hands grabbing your arms, protectively. “we throw the pig brain, grab the coffee, and we’re home free.”

“I don’t think you understand the meaning of home-free.”

You glared at Benny as his phone rang.

“Turn that thing off!”

“Oh, so when I tried to call you again you didn’t answer but now-”

“Not the time, Y/N!”

“Hello? I can’t talk right-  What? Really? That’s amazing.”

“Benny!” Ethan whisper-shouted.

“500 minutes, unlimited text. 30 bucks! That’s good, right?”

“Hang up!” You scolded.

He did so and stuffed his phone back in his pocket.

“Ok. Pig brain..” Ethan said, unscrewing the lid. “...is go.”

He threw the jar and watched as the zombies made their way over to it.

“All right. All right. I’m going for it.”

He quickly crawled over the the coffee dispenser and pulled a cup from the stack. “Ok. Ok. Right here. Ok. Ok.”

“Too many, oks, Ethan,” You whisper-shouted.

He turned around and screamed in surprise as one of the teacher zombies eyed him. “I dropped the sample.”

Benny pushed you behind him. “Take, Y/N. I’ll get the coffee. You guys go!”

“But Benny-”

“Go!”

Ethan dragged you out of the room and you both hid around a corner, breathing heavily.

You heard footsteps and looked at Ethan worriedly.

“Benny?” He whispered uncertainly. “Is that you? Benny?”

The footsteps drew closer and closer.

You threw yourself in front of Ethan and yelled, making Benny, who was the perpetrator of the footsteps, screamed and clutched the coffee maker to his chest.

“Benny!” You said, sighing with relief.

“Benny, are you okay?” Ethan asked.

“Never better. Check this out.” He leaned against the lockers with you and showed off the coffee maker and then-

“Cool!”

You all stumbled backwards in fear as the masked Rory appeared from seemingly nowhere. 

“Is that hot chocolate?”

“Rory!” You whined.

“Gotcha!” he exclaimed, pulling the mask off his head. “Check out what I swiped from the teacher’s lounge! Hicks took this from me in September!”

“Wait, you were in the teacher’s lounge?” Ethan asked.

“Candy, games, TV, couches!”

“Zombies?”

“Really?” Rory asked, innocently. “I just thought they were all really grumpy.”

Ethan sighed, shaking his head. “Whatever. We have to get this coffee to the chemistry lab.”

“Chemistry?” Rory said, wrinkling his nose and shaking his head. “Boring. I’d rather smack me some zombies.”

He put the mask back on. “RV away!”

He disappeared with his super speed.

“We better rearm,” Ethan said and Benny sighed, leaning his head against the lockers. 

You help Ethan dislodge the fire extinguisher and you all head to the lab.

“Let’s get this cure going, huh?” Benny says and you narrow your eyes at him.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

“Never better. Let’s go.”

***

Sarah hands Ethan the ectoplasmic refractor.

“Oh, thanks,” Ethan says. “Did you see my mom?”

“We exchanged a few words,” She replied.

“Benny, are you sure you’re okay?” You said, placing your hand on his forehead. “You’re really sweaty and burning up.”

“Yeah! I’m fine,” He pushed you off him. “I’m pumped! Let’s do this zombie cure!”

“There’s definitely something going on here,” Ethan said, looking into the microscope. “These cells are like neurons. Like brain cells, but they’re mutating.”

“Ok. Mutant neurons. Cool.”

“Benny-”

You were cut off by the banging at the door.

“Company!” Sarah shouted. “Speed up the geeking!:”

“You can’t rush science!”

“You can if you don’t want your brain eaten!” You replied, handing Sarah the fire extinguisher.

She blew them back from the door.

“What happened?” Ethan questioned. “The neurons are gone.”

“What?” You asked.

“Just looks like plain old coffee now. It’s like it’s cured itself just sitting there.”

“Maybe it has to be fresh?” Sarah suggested, hitting the fire extinguisher again.

“Hot! That’s why the zombies hate the fire extinguisher. It’s cold!”

“Great...” Benny said, swaying a bit. “So we just wait here until January?”

“Can we just blast the air-conditioning or something?” Sarah asked, frantically.

Ethan laughed nervously. “Sounds like a plan. Benny, pack up. We gotta fight our way to the mechanical room.”

“Who are you kidding?” Sarah said. “They’ll break you like a fingernail. I’ll do it.”

“Oh!” Ethan laughed again and Benny clutched his upper arm. “If you wanna go.”

“Totally. Next zombie rescue is on us.” Benny said, practically leaning his whole weight on you. “Brain...”

“Benny, what’s up?” Ethan asked.

“He’s been bitten!” You cried, pulling up his shirt sleeve.

“Benny! Why didn’t you tell me?” Ethan asked.

He hissed in pain as you inspected the bite. “I thought you might...get cure...Fix...Benny. Can I bite your head?”

“Y/N...” Ethan said, grabbing you by the upper arm and pulling you away from Benny as he backed away slowly.

“Where the hell is Sarah...” You mutter.

“Benny, just stay with me. Not right with me, but, you know. ‘Cause of the biting thing.”

Benny’s head was in the table now.

“Just hang on, Ben, ok?” You said. “Hang on!”

The zombies moaned as they burst the door open.

Benny fully transformed and turned on you.

You screamed and you and Ethan grabbed onto each other.

The window crashed behind you and more zombie arms grabbed at your shirt and arms, you struggled against them and Ethan pulled you away with him as you both were back into a corner.

“Come on, Sarah,”

Ethan grabbed the fire extinguisher and blew it at every teacher it would reach.

Benny, the abnormally strong zombie, pulled it from Ethan’s hands.

“Benny!” You screeched and he looked over at you with dead eyes, he started coming towards you, he was face to face against the wall with you when-

The air conditioning kicked on.

One by one, each zombie hit the floor, their cells going back to normal.

You gasp as Benny hits the floor in front of you. You fall to your knees next to him and Ethan followed suit.

You pull his head into your lap and stroke his head as he started going back to normal.

Sarah comes back in. “We good?”

Ethan sighs. “Yeah. The zombies are all cooled off and catching some Zs.”

He yawned. “I get tired just looking at them.”

“You know what we need? A coffee.”

You laughed wearily.

“No. I’ll pass, thanks.” Ethan replied.

Benny picks his head up off your lap slightly to mutter. “Half-calf, low-fat, latte mochaccino. No foam.”

His head falls back into your lap as you giggle.

He looks up at you, picking his arm up to run his hands through your hair. “I love your giggle...”

You only giggled again and press a kiss to his forehead. “I’m just glad you’re back to normal. I was a little scared for you there.”

He chuckles. “You missed, you know,”

“What?”

“This.”

He pulled you into a kiss, lips meeting lips instead of his forehead.

Sarah and Ethan shake their heads.

“And the zombie movie comes to an end. Happily ever after.”

**** “I can’t believe I like that guy,” Sarah said with a wrinkled nose as “Cute Boy” and “Lazy Barista” talk to the press.

“This stinks. We saved the day.” Benny said, an arm around your shoulders.

“We?” Ethan said with a laugh. “You almost bit Y/N’s face off.”

“You mean like this?” He replied before kissing you all over your face, making you squeal and laugh.

“Augh. No. Gross.”

You laughed, pushing him off you. “Sorry, Benny Boo, but we unsung heroes have to take the high rode. Right, Sarah?”

You all looked over to find Sarah had disappeared.

“I hate their vampire speed.”

Sarah knocked the coffee cups out of the posers hands and the three of you watched them look around confusedly. 

“Great! The high road.” Sarah replied, coming back.

Fin.

[stray-kids-react]

Polaroid

Han x Fem. Reader Soulmate au

Warnings - Swearing, mentions of sex, and Fluff that'll make you cry.

Masterlist

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Y/n's pov, November 27 2020

My mother once told me that I will know when I'm in love, she never specified what hints will cross my path... She just said I'll know.

As a young adult now, sharing an apartment with my close friend Yeji. I'm starting to become impatient with this whole game of love, why can't I just get told who is my perfect match. I'm so tired of having my hopes risen up and then crashed down onto my heart... Breaking it each time.

"Any plans today?" Yeji asked from the kitchen, making me cringe at the word plans.

I just was still recovering from a terrible break up, where I caught the supposedly love of my life slurping the life out of his assistants pussy. I won't forget the feeling of my heart completely stopping for a few seconds, as my mind told me to run and not look back.

"Yes actually, I have a date with Netflix and the leftovers in the fridge." I replied, slyly smirking as she stared at me like a worried mother.

"Well Netflix isn't going to have to wait for his turn. Because I have this guy who is really interested you and is a total sweetheart." She sighed, showing me a photo of the guy she was trying to set me up with.

"Yeah... No." I replied, beginning to retreat back to my room.

"Y/n! JISUNG TOLD ME!" Yeji announced, catching my attention from the front of my bedroom door.

"I-it's still a no Yeji." I whimpered, shutting the door harshly behind me as she sighed in defeat.

Yeji's pov

She needs to get out of this place, it's been two weeks now. All over a guy she barely even knew, I know the true reason she is hiding and she will never admit it.

Y/n is scared to see his face again, our best friend Han Jisung. The best friend that she happened to fall in love with, and moved away from after she got accepted into the university of her dreams.

They were never just best friends in anyone's eyes, not even there own. Yet they both tried to fill in the whole in their heart with other people, never realizing that all they had to do was just say three difficult words.

Y/n was in a hurry to find her perfect partner after I found mine, the man next door with the matching tattoo on his wrist. Your tattoo shows up when you are over the age of 19 and are near your soulmate, it shows up on your wrist, neck, or shoulder blade.

She didn't want to see Jisung in case that tattoo never came, they both wouldn't be able to handle the realization. But it is a part of life, and I'm not going to let my best friends live alone when they could have a chance to be in love and happy.

Han wanted to see us both while he was visiting the city, even though he knew the risk of utter devastation. That fake profile was just a set up so that she would finally meet up with Han, and she probably already knew about my plans.

I walked up to her door cautiously, gently brushing my knuckles against her door.

"Y/n... I know why you are actually upset."

Y/n pov

"Because of Han Jisung." I answered, brushing past the old childhood photos saved on my phone.

"I know that's what you were going to say Yeji, and you're right. I know I won't be able to take it if the guy I love isn't the one for me, and that all of those nights alone with him that are coded into my brain are worthless. I'm scared Yeji, I'm scared that I won't be able to think of most of my life without tearing up." I explained, as she plopped down on my bed next to me.

"You're fear will just get worse until you find out, you'll never know the result until you actually try." She replied, placing my head on her shoulder for comfort.

I let out a shaky breath as a couple tears streamed down my cheeks, she was right as usual. But I still needed at least one day to prepare myself.

"Fine, but let me rest today. I'm not going to fancy restraint with puffy eyes and bed head." I remarked, watching as a sly smile spread across her lips.

She slowly began to exit my bedroom, delighted that she finally got her way with me. Not even explaining who that fake date even was, probably just a random guy from Google. It was 11:30 at night, and all of my crying really wore the energy out of my body and mind.

So eventually sleep crossed paths with my mind and hooked up, completely losing consciousness as my memories flashed like a polaroid camera.

December 15th 2018

"I can't believe we're graduating this year, seems like we only started high school yesterday." Jisung sighed, carrying both of our bags while walking home together.

"Don't worry quokka, you'll still carry my bags for me even after high school." I teased, pinching the reddened skin of his cheeks.

"Oh very funny, and you'll still put crackers in your mouth and pretend to be a walrus." He remarked dodging the snowball that came his way.

He set my bags down on my front yard as he gathered his own army of cold fluff balls. I tackled him to the ground as we both drowned the silence in laughter, I traced my frosted mittens across his face. Gently crossing his lips as he brushed the snow chunks from my hair.

The close warmth of his breath against my face sent my heart into a frenzy, I secretly craved the closeness of him... But I never wanted to admit it in case I'd lose him.

His now glossed lips looked so kiss able, the way they pouted as he focused on my hair. And how they stretched into a warm smile that left a fuzzy feeling in my heart for years, made it only harder to stop myself from interlocking them with mine.

"I better get going bun bun. I'll see you tomorrow at school though." Jisung reassured, lightly booping my nose as he left his trail from my snowy front yard. Waving one last time to catch my attention as I was at the front door.

"Farewell loser!" He shouted, showing off that bright smile of his.

"Farewell to you as well, asshole!" I retorted, giggling as I walked into my empty house all alone.

November 28th 2020

Y/n pov

"Wake up! Time for bubble tea!" Yeji screamed, jumping on top of me as she consistently hit me with my own pillows.

"I thought we were meeting Jisung later." I sighed, looking at the red numbers of my alarm clock reading 7:30am.

"Yes we are, but I want bubble tea and to talk with you about some stuff I found out." Yeji replied, pulling me out of bed to soon push me into the washroom.

I complied to her excited energy, understanding it is pretty exciting for her.

The steaming water swallowed every inch of my skin, blocking out all of the noises outside. Only leaving me and the blank wall to stare at, droplets of water racing against each other. A flash of the mirror and sunlight clashing, sending the flash of a polaroid to my memories.

August 16th 2018

Yeji squealed as her boyfriend threw her into the pool, soon joining her in a large cannonball jump. All of his friends danced around with liquor drenching their breath, as their bodies clashed together in ways they didn't fully understand.

It wasn't my style of fun, it instead gave me a wave of fear and stress. Not recognizing any of these people, while they danced around half naked. Yeji's boyfriend decided that she had enough fun for one night, and took her home to rest.

I hurriedly gathered my belongings and rushed out the door, just as excited and horny shouts came from the pool. I was okay to walk home alone, it felt nice to be surrounded my silence for once. Even if my conscious tortured me about every bad possibility.

"Need a drive home party animal?" a familiar voice called from across the road, that voice of the man who has always had my back.

"I'd actually really like that." I replied, feeling a wave of comfort when I entered the car.

"I can tell your a bit freaked out." He sighed, throwing his bad into the backseat.

"That party was just... A lot. A lot more than I expected." I whimpered, still a bit overwhelmed from the experience.

"How about you stay at my place for the night. We'll even watch some American horror story..." Jisung suggested, even though he was shit terrified of anything remotely scary.

"I'm holding you to it quokka." I giggled, slapping his thigh teasingly.

We drove to his home as the car filled with a random playlist of songs, one landing on my favorite 'Turning Page'.

"I didn't know you liked this song." I commented, blushing softly at the tone of the song.

"I want this to be the song that represents me and my soulmate. It sounds cheesy, but it's true." He revealed, glancing my way as the car stopped in the from of his home.

The whole topic of soulmates use to be humorous to me, remembering when me and Han drew matching docks on our palms as 'our' symbol. Even taking a polaroid photo of the amazing art we drew, I still have it in my phone case.

Then it hit me, how much it would hurt to see him destined with someone other then me. That moment when he glanced back into my eyes with a shy smile, is when I admitted to myself for falling madly in love with my best friend.

November 28th 2020

I walked along the streets of our home town, hanging my mask off my chin when sipping my bubble tea.

"You know what's crazy." Yeji started, catching my focus immediately.

"I remember the moment you started crushing on Jisung. You didn't even have to tell me, I already knew." She admitted, gazing at me with only a soft warmth in her eyes.

"It was obvious by how many photos you had of him and you on your wall, and the way you looked at him as if he were your dream person." She continued, texting something on her phone that I couldn't quite see.

"Or how when he caught you staring he'd reply with 'take a picture it'll last longer'... And you always did to get revenge. I will never forget the day I saw you two as more then best friends, that was the same day when I bought you that polaroid camera for Christmas. " She replied, taking a short break as her hands nervously fidgeted with her skirt.

"That's why I want a 'thank you' later on." She mumbled, before running off and leaving me completely stunned on the bench.

"Y/n..."

September 14th 2018

"It's crazy that this is your last day here." I sighed, trying my best not to cry.

He nodded trying to smile the pain away like me, but soon caving in once his arms met my body. I nuzzled into the crook of his neck, hoping I could capture his scent one last time.

"I'll still visit. I can't cope without seeing your face, asshole." He chuckled lightly, sniffling quietly when he retracted his arms away.

He stared at my features for a few long seconds, as if he was contemplating on doing something. Jisung shook his head, smiling brightly once more as he pulled me into one last hug.

As he put his palm on the door knob, I shouted his name one last time. Running across the room towards him, he turned around immediately dropping his bangs on the ground.

He instantly knew what I was going to do, since his lips molded with mine without one ounce of hesitation. His hands lost in my hair, pulling me closer and closer until there was no space between us. Jisung's lips were so much sweeter and softer then any other kiss I've had.

The sweetness was sprinkled with the salty taste of our mixed tears. Only creating more as the kiss began to end, both of us realizing we should've told each other so much sooner.

"I love you." We both sighed at the same time, smiling sadly at the bittersweet sting in our hearts.

November 28th 2020

"Jisung..." I gasped, turning around quickly to make sure I wasn't hallucinating.

"W-wow... You've really. Wow." He stuttered, cautiously inching closer towards me.

"You too." I chuckled airily, swallowing back my tears. I missed him so much, but it hurt too much to see him at the same time.

"Y/n... I know it's been a while. But I honestly came here because I needed to see you. I still love you, and I don't care if we're soul mates or not. I'll sharpie our own symbol on us everyday if I have to." He revealed, grasping my hands between his own.

"I'm sorry that I was being so selfish." I sighed, caving into my own tears. Regretting my fears of seeing him again, feeling terrible for torturing him just as much as I tortured myself.

"We are both scared. It's not our fault, but I just want us to accept that things may not go our way. But that won't stop us from being together." He reassured, lightly brushing frosted his mitten across my features. Glossing over my lips gently, his eyes warm and gentle as they fluttered shut.

I molded into his kiss immediately, lacing my fingers through his silky hair. Soon pulling him closer to my so there was no space between us, making sure no one could try and ruin this moment for us.

His lips still were as sweet as the first time they molded into mine, and his fingertips could still make my legs give out by how gentle they were against my skin. Every emotion flashed through my mind, all my regrets, confidence, love, lust... It all flashed just like a...

"Polaroid." He gasped, tugging my palm next to his as the ink slowly traced the same picture into my palm. The picture of the camera that captured all the moments I treasured with my soulmate, the soulmate that was everything I could've asked for.

[shmaptainwrites]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 [𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒]

PAIRINGS — Steve Rogers x fem!princess!Reader

SUMMARY — Reader meets one of the heros who saved her country and realizes around him she doesn’t have to be a perfect princess.

WARNINGS — the experiences of the reader in this one-shot are based on personal experience, not necessarily related to any sort of problems or disorders, smoking, swears? (also her mom is Russian for some reason? Like idk what 16 y/o me was thinking)

NOTE — Also a little different but I've been watching a bit too much of the Crown lately soooo might have stolen some descriptions from that

The large glass in your hand filled with amber liquid seemed to spin along with the rest of your surroundings. Bumping into tables and the bedpost in your lamentations. Gathering your balance or a moment you forcefully placed your glass on the table, crying out in frustration. The records blaring in the background, drowning out anything else that might've been happening in the palace.

You wobbled over to the vanity, shakily pulling out the chair and sitting in it, staring at yourself. He was right, you didn't even know who you were, the world didn't know and neither did you. Shaking your head you continued to look at yourself in disgust. You hated the stupid dresses, the stupid tiaras and crowns. Perfectly poised smiles.

So before you couldn't bear it any longer you turned back to your drink, finishing it down with one last swig and throwing yourself down onto the sheets. Not even bothering to stop or turn down the record, at that point you couldn't be asked.

"Rise and shine darling,"

You groaned as the bright light from outside hit your eyes. "Go away mummy," you grumbled and pulled up your covers further.

"It's a lovely day (Y/N), come on, up you get."

You listen to her, begrudgingly so, your hair in a bit of a tattered mess, along with whatever remnants of makeup from the other day that you had failed to wipe away. Eyes faintly bloodshot from the amount of drinking you did the previous night.

"We do have that dinner tonight so make sure you're ready by five,"

"Alright," you sighed. "You've woken me up, will you leave me now?"

"If that's what you wish." she nodded and made her exit of the room, where the maid had just come in and to bring you breakfast.

"Would you like some assistance miss?" she asked.

"No I'm alright Lena, I'll take care of myself today."

She nodded and placed your breakfast on the table and left the room the same as your mother.

Finally you pushed yourself up from the bed, rubbing your eyes and praying the headache would leave before the new one arrived at dinner tonight. When you came to the washroom you started the shower and turned the water on hot and started to slip out of your dress that you had neglected to change out of last night.

After the shower you felt somewhat refreshed, but determined to stay in your room until leaving was absolutely necessary. You picked a book from your shelf and sat on the armchair near the window, opening it to the last page you were at and continued reading.

Lena came back later to bring you lunch and take away your uneaten breakfast.

"Miss, the Queen would like to know what dress you're planning on wearing tonight." she said carefully.

"Why don't you pick for me? You have wonderful taste." you nodded. "Or at least give me a few options to pick from."

"You really think so miss?"

"Well I wouldn't have picked you as my assistant if that weren't the case."

She smiled and went over to your closet, looking through the range and array of dresses you had for various dinner events.

"The dinner guests, they are American, correct?"

"From what my parents have told me the ones for tonight are, unless I got them mixed up."

"Well then it would do us best not to flatter their egos don't you agree, already quite large."

You had to laugh at that and nodded to yourself. "Whatever you think Lena, I trust you."

She then came out with three dresses slung over her arm and laid them out on your bed. You moved from the armchair to the small round table near the foot of the bed and started to eat the lunch she had brought up for you.

"Alright then, show me what you've got," you nodded, adjusting your glasses. The first was an elegant white dress, off the shoulder and down the knees. Incredibly smooth and not very flowy, but completely appropriate for the occasion. The second was a maroon coloured dress, favouring the red more than brown. Also knee length, but with a halter neck. The last one was a green satin that was form fitting and tended to pool at your feet.

"Well, I'll probably trip in the green so we'll have to cut that," you mused while popping a cherry tomato in your mouth. "Are you sure there isn't any possibility mummy would let me wear a blouse and some dress pants?"

"Sorry miss, strict instructions to pick a dress."

"Oh alright then," you sighed. "The red seems most practical, plus it doesn't stain as easily as the white."

"Perfect, I'll let the Queen know." she nodded and put the other two dress back and left to inform your mother while you finished lunch.

As the evening drew nearer you slowly started to prepare yourself for that night. Normally maids would be the ones to dress you or put on your makeup but you took your independence where you could.

You only requested Lena to come upstairs and lend a hand with your hair, hoping to do something a little more intricate, just for fun. Then the time came for you to go downstairs and await the guests.

Seeing as your country had recently seen a war, morale wasn't high amongst the people and your father the king was desperately trying to repair that while you wondered if there was any way you could practically be helping those that were suffering in the streets. What good was monarchy if they didn't help their subjects with the basic necessities of life.

The war was a gruelling one with the terrorist organization HYDRA, and just when it seemed it would never end the Avengers managed to come in and help military forces push the group out of the small country.

And those were the dinner guests that night. Your father had invited them to thank them in their efforts of fighting off the mercenaries.

"Alright Lena, you remember, come fetch me an hour and a half in and say I have an important telephone call. I'll need the breather."

"Of course miss." she nodded. "And if I may, try and have some fun tonight."

"Now why do you say that?" you asked curiously with a pout.

"N-No reason."

You sighed, "You saw me last night didn't you,"

She held her breath, then exhaled and nodded.

"I know that song for you miss, it doesn't normally mean something good has happened."

"Well you're quite right," you nodded. "It was a bit of an awful night. I can't believe mother and father still insist on inviting Gregory over."

"He bothers you miss?"

"To put it lightly yes," you nodded. "Very well that's enough about me for now. I really should be getting downstairs. Thank you for your help. I really do appreciate it."

"Never a problem miss," Lena smiled.

You took one last deep breath and left your room to go off to the dining hall.

You saw your mother and father waiting outside and your father furrowed his brows when he saw you.

"No tiara?"

"Can I just drop it one night? They know I'm the princess, I think that's enough."

"Alright. But just this once."

You smiled and turned to face the door.

"And you're late."

"Sorry, hair took a little longer than expected," you whispered as the doors were opened and you walked into the hall with your family. Your guests waited in a line and the greeting started with your father, then mother, who took their seats afterwards then finally you.

"Your highness, it's a pleasure to meet you,"

"As with you Mr. Stark. I greatly look forward to picking your brain about a few technological advancements I've been looking at for the country."

"I'd be honoured." he smiled.

Next was Dr. Banner,

"Nice to meet you Dr. Banner." you grinned. "Is it true you have 7 PhDs? I always hear these rumours flying around and I'm not too sure what to believe."

"I'm happy to say that one is true, your highness," he nodded.

"Wonderful to meet you m'lady,"

"I must say quite the same, your highness," you grinned at Thor. "We'll have to discuss palace policy at some point. I'm quite curious about how things run in Asgard."

"Miss Romanoff, I'm so happy you could join us today. My younger sister is determined to be just like you when she grows up."

She smiled at that, "That's quite the compliment your highness. I also wanted to express the apologies of my fellow Agent, Clint Barton for not being able to join us today."

"Please do tell him he was greatly missed and we pass our thanks to him for aiding our country in the efforts to rid HYDRA from our streets and institutions."

"Of course," she nodded.

And lastly your eyes landed on those of Captain Steve Rogers.

"Your highness," he said with a sense of respect and formality.

"Captain," you nodded back at him. "I understand you helping my country was also personal. Either way I thank you for your great service here."

"And thank you for inviting us here tonight."

"Well you'll have to extend that to my father I just smile and look pretty," you quipped, but your eyes told a story aside from jokes. "Very well then I think we should eat. You must all be starving."

"Yes you'll need to fuel up for the ball."

"The ball?" you asked, a smile never faltering from your lips as you turned to your parents.

"Yes, the ball we're throwing in their honour."

"Of course." you nodded. "That one."

During dinner you stayed quiet for the most part, staring down at your food and being extremely conscious of yourself so you didn't step out of line.

It was moments like these where you secretly wished you could be your younger sister, too young to understand what was going on and not old enough to stay up later than eight in the evening.

As instructed, an hour a half in Lena came to fetch you and you happily went to one of the unoccupied offices to take a quick breather for ten minutes before heading back.

When you returned you were told by one of the servers that everyone had made their way to the ballroom and you also made your way there with a sigh even though it would be so easy to go upstairs to bed.

Out of obligation you danced with a few of the guests, made a bit of small talk then went out to the balcony where you were sure you wouldn't be bothered on the cool evening. Especially when all the Avengers were inside.

And just as you were about to take a deep breath and let yourself go you heard,

"Quite the view you have from up here."

You spun around on your heels and saw Captain Rogers making his way toward you.

"I hope I'm not bothering you your majesty."

"(Y/N)," you said.

"What?"

"My name's (Y/N). Not that anyone uses it." you sighed and turned back to the view of the city below.

"Steve," he said and stood next to you. "Now I know why I ran away from the huge crowd but why did you?"

You thought a moment before responding, "Guilt?" you shrugged. "Crisis of identity, something to that measure."

"If I may, you don't look like someone who needs to feel guilty about anything, but a crisis of identity might be something I know a thing or two about."

"I don't look guilty? Even while I'm up here in my pretty castle holding a dinner party and ball while my people are starving and recovering from a war."

"You know I think the people like you, otherwise you still wouldn't be here right?"

"Just because people like me doesn't mean I'm doing the right thing,"

"But you're thinking about it. And that's a step in the right direction. Take it from me, in Tony's eyes I can only do the right thing. Hardwired into my system."

You huffed slightly and nodded, still looking out towards the night sky, tucking a strand of hair that had made its way out of the hold of a pin behind your ear.

"You seem to have some answers Steve, what about an entitled princess's crisis of identity?" you asked, turning around to him.

"I think you don't give yourself enough credit," he noted, his arms resting on the rail of the balcony. "Give yourself a chance, that's always the first step."

"Even if I don't know what I'm giving a chance?" you asked.

"What do you mean?"

"This isn't me." you shrugged, "the dresses, balls, galas, Miss polite and poised. That's the princess."

"I get that," he nodded. "The shield, helmet, forced patriotism. That's Captain America. I'm just Steve. Steve Rogers, son of Sara and just a small kid from Brooklyn."

You bit your lip and looked over to Steve,

"I don't normally get on with our dinner guests, most of them are awfully fake. Not that your friends are, I'm sure they're wonderful people." you added. "But you're different Steve, son of Sara," you smiled.

"Glad to hear that (Y/N),"

"Wow it is really lovely to hear someone say my name, no title attached." you chuckled and reached into your handbag, grabbing a small case and a light. "Would you like one?" you asked, offering him a cigarette. "It's a dreadful habit, but what can you do,"

"Sure, as long as we keep it between the two of us. As far as my team is concerned I quit these a year ago."

He took a cigarette from the old fashioned case and you lit it for him.

"That case, we used to carry those around back in the 40s," he noted. "Aren't you a little young to have something that old fashioned."

"What can I say," you shrugged while taking a drag. "I've got a bit of an old soul,"

"Really? Do tell me more," Steve nodded, now turned to the side to face you.

"Well I do love technology, I find it so very interesting, and it's a wonderful resource for our people and for connection, but I choose not to use it myself."

"So no cell phone?"

"No cellphone, iPod, iPad or whatever that company's come up with. We do have a television though. I enjoy films with quite a passion."

"Alright well that's one thing, surely that can't be it."

"I've got a vinyl collection," you added. "And my taste in music, movies, and literature is old fashioned according to my parents."

"Alright, you have my old guy's seal of approval on all of that. You sound like me," he chuckled. "Except I have to carry around a phone for work. Not that I mind it though, the internet is very helpful."

"What a curious person you are Steve Rogers," you chuckled. "Well, how long are you and your friends in the country for?" you asked.

"A few months more I think. We've spoken with some of the officials and it seems to be in consensus for us to stick around and do our other work remotely until the country is stable. Your father gave us his blessing."

"Oh, how wonderful." you breathed, a tone of surprise. "So how might one be able to reach you?" you asked.

"Well I could leave you my number and the address of the hotel we're staying at," he said. "Are you much of a letter writer?"

"Oh very avidly so," you nodded.

"I look forward to receiving some letters then," he smiled and handed you a card he had taken out from his wallet along with a pen, scribbling down the address on the back.

"Hey Cap, people are wondering where you're at, you should pop in for a bit,"

Both you and Steve turned to the door, seeing Natasha Romanoff calling him in.

"Sure Tasha, I'll be there in a minute." Steve nodded, the turned back to you, "I'm sorry to leave you out here,"

"It's alright, I should go and check on my younger sister anyways,"

"I hope I can see you again," he said, softer so only you could hear.

"I as well," you nodded, slowly taking the card from his hand. "Maybe I'll have figured out a piece of who I am by then, and I'd not maybe... maybe you could help me find it,"

"It would be my pleasure," he nodded and when you held out your hand for him to shake he instead lifted it to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to the back of it. "(Y/N)," he said with a nod.

"Steve," you nodded back and he turned to head back inside the castle, looking back to catch a glimpse of you one last time.

You took a few more moments outside then put out your cigarette and threw it in an ashtray on your way in.

"(Y/N) where are you going?" your mother asked.

"I wanted to check on Charlotte," you told her. "I haven't seen her today."

"Alright," she nodded. "Give her kisses from your father and I,"

"Of course mummy," you nodded and made your exit out of the ballroom and headed to the opposite wing of the castle. Halfway there you grew tired of your heeled shoes and took them off, holding them in one hand while you walked up the stairs towards your sister's room.

Opening the door you could see the nanny just tucking her into bed.

"(N/N)!" Charlotte smiled excitedly.

"I can take it from here," you said to the nanny and she smiled and left you two together.

"You going to put me to bed tonight?" she asked.

"Yeah, I thought I might," you grinned, coming to sit next to her on her bed.

"Why did you leave dinner early yesterday?" she asked, snuggling into her blanket. "Mummy said it was because you weren't feeling well, but I heard banging."

"I just wasn't having a good night Char, that's all," you assured.

"Was it Gregory?" she whispered.

"Between you and me, yes," you whispered back.

"Good, I don't like him either," she nodded and you chuckled. "Did you get to meet Black Widow tonight?"

"I did, and she said it was a very big compliment that you wanted to be just like her," you smiled fondly and tucked some hair behind her ear.

"Wow, I hope I get to meet her one day."

"I'm sure you will darling," you nodded and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Now enough chatting, we should get you to bed," you turned off the lights and laid down next to the seven year old.

"Can you stay here tonight?" she asked.

"I can, but mummy will be mad I slept in my dress."

"Go change, I'll wait," she whispered excitedly. "Go on!"

"Alright, alright," you chuckled and obeyed the small girl, heading to your room and getting dressed for the night before coming back to your young sister and climbing into the bed with her, both of you happy to welcome the sleep that followed soon after.

—

"Steve, letter for you," Tony mumbled as he shuffled through the mail. "Looks like it's from the palace."

"Oh, thanks," he said quickly, taking the paper from his hands.

"I guess you got on well with the Princess didn't you?" Natasha raised a brow.

"She and I just have similar interests and experiences." Steve shrugged. "She wanted to keep in touch."

"Oh did she happen to be frozen in ice for 70 years after having a serum injected in her so she could fight Nazis in World War Two?"

Steve only rolled his eyes and got up from the table, going to a separate room in the penthouse flat to read the letter.

Laying back in his bed he opened the envelope, pulling out the papers inside. They read:

Dear Steve,

It has only been a few nights since you've come to the palace, but I find myself wanting to learn more about you, to converse with you again. After thorough interrogation from my younger sister, Charlotte, she has determined that it is necessary for you to all come over once more so she can meet you herself. She's quite the little character, I think you'd enjoy her company.

I for one would love for you to come back once more, but I fear all the palace regulations are far too much for one to handle on a daily basis, and by one I mean myself. So for my own sanity, I'd love to go on a walk in one of my favourite private parks if you'd like to join me.

You can either write me back or phone me with the palace number I've attached to the letter, let them know who you are and they'll patch you over to me.

Hoping to hear from you soon and warmest regards,

(Y/N)

Steve smiled down at your perfectly scrawled handwriting, and reached for his cell phone that was in his back pocket. He dialled the number you had written on the paper and waited for the ringing to come through.

"Eudros Palace, with whom am I speaking?"

"This is Steve Rogers. Captain Steve Rogers."

"Ah yes, I was told to expect your call. I'll connect you to the princess' direct line."

"Thank you," Steve said and there were a few clicks before the dialling began once more.

"Hello, Princess (Y/N) of Eudros speaking. Who is this?"

"It's Steve," he chuckled.

"Oh thank god," he could almost hear the weight lifted off your shoulders. "I take it you've received my letter."

"Yes, just this morning," Steve confirmed. "And about that walk. I'd love to."

"Wonderful!" you grinned. "I'll have to have a driver pick you up, is that alright? All these bloody precautions,"

"Yeah, that'll be alright." he nodded. "When should I expect them?"

"Let's say two, I look forward to seeing you then."

"Me too,"

"And I'm awfully sorry to cut this short but Charlotte is giving me a look so I'd better go," you chuckled.

"Of course, see you later."

"Yes," you smiled. "See you later."

Steve came out of the room and over to the kitchenette and poured himself a mug of coffee.

"Anyone have plans today?" Bruce asked. "I've been asked to go and give a talk at the university and I might need a ride,"

"What time?" Steve asked.

"Around two thirty,"

"I'll be out sorry, Tony should be free though." Steve pointed towards the younger Stark with his mug.

"Yeah, I can take you," Tony nodded. "Where are you off to Cap?"

"The princess invited me out for a walk. She wants to chat more."

"Each day I learn more and more about your type," Tony chuckled. "I'll add royalty to the list."

"Oh come on, leave the man alone," Thor shook his head and patted Steve on the back. "If it is friendship let it be friendship, if something more is to come out of it then we shall let it be as well."

"Thanks Thor," Steve emphasized. "Now why are we all so focused on my dating life why do we never talk about Tony's? Or Nat's? Or literally anyone else's. I thought you of all people would know to respect your elders." he sipped from his mug again and the team burst out laughing, Steve sporting a small repressed smile.

"Cap is fighting back," Natasha nodded. "This should get interesting."

"But seriously do let us know if anything happens with her. We'd be happy for you Capciscle."

"Thanks Tony, I guess." Steve nodded.

Finishing his coffee he went to get a bit of work done before the car came to pick him up. At exactly two o'clock the phone in the flat rang and he picked it up.

"Hello is this Mr. Rogers?"

"Yes, speaking,"

"There's a car waiting for you here."

"Alright, I'll be on my way. Thank you."

He hung up the phone and grabbed his things, quickly making his way down to the car. The ride was spent pretty much in silence and when he arrived at the gated park he couldn't help but look in awe. It was like some sort of botanical garden. Flowers and trees carefully curated to the environment. And there sitting on a bench was no one other than you.

He thanked the driver and made his way inside and over to the bench.

"Nice little arrangement you have here," he motioned to the garden with his head and yours whipped around to meet his.

"Steve!" you smiled. "So glad you could make it. And it is nice isn't it,"

"Very. And you're looking not to bad either,"

"Oh why thank you," you chuckled. "My assistant had wonderful taste, I let her pick out my outfits most of the time. This is probably one of my favourites though,"

"Well shall we?" Steve asked.

"Of course," you nodded and stood up.

"You lead the way. I have no clue where I'm going,"

"Yeah probably best if I did that," you grinned.

The crunch of the gravel beneath your feet was always a relaxing one and you let yourself fall into your regular walking rhythm. And with that came another cigarette.

"Care for one?" you offered.

"I seem to be falling back into bad habits with you (Y/N)," he said, raising a brow and taking a cigarette.

"What can I say, I'm a bad influence," you shrugged and took a long drag.

"Well has anything new happened since I last saw you a week ago?" Steve asked.

"Other than another nightmarish dinner no," you shook your head after a few moments of confused silence. "I should offer context," you clarified. "A few months ago I was set to marry one of our military generals. Right hand man to my father, a war hero. Basically the perfect prince to my princess."

"I'm taking it things didn't go well,"

"That's an understatement." you let out a humourless chuckle. "The relationship was doomed from the start, he brings out everything I hate in myself and more. The last straw was when the disgusting pig told me I'd make for a fine trophy along with all of the other medals he's received."

"I can see how that might constitute a nightmare." Steve grimaced. "And your parents still invite him over?"

"Yes, even after I called things off. Each week he finds new ways to break my mind and make me hate myself more than I already do," you rolled your eyes. "I don't think you'd understand. You don't look like someone who'd be... unhinged."

"What do you mean?" he asked curiously. You paused a moment and cursed yourself for even bringing it up, but now that the cat was out of the bag you figured there was no harm in saying something.

"I don't often have control of myself," you said quietly. "In private of course. And it's not something I'm proud of. It's some sort of repressed rage mixed with sadness. My mother calls them 'episodes' like I'm some kind of nut."

Steve didn't say anything, only choosing to offer a shoulder for you to lean in on which you gladly accepted. His arm wrapped around your back and held your arm as you continued to walk down the gravel pathway.

"You know if you tell me where this guy lives I'm not against an old fashioned threatening," he looked over at you with a slight mischievousness in his eyes.

"As much as I appreciate the offer I think my parents might not." you sighed. "It's alright though. I still have Lena who checks in on me."

"Who's Lena?" Steve asked.

"My assistant," you smiled. "She's actually a maid, but I'm going to ask my father if I can have her as my private secretary. Now that I'm of age to have one. But enough about me, I feel like I could drone on and on. You're incredibly easy to talk to."

"I do get that a lot," Steve nodded thoughtfully. "Well what would you like to know. I tend to be an open book."

"Well I've done my research." you explained. "So tell me about the Steve Rogers the cameras and the history books don't see."

"Well you've got a taste of some of him," he noted pointing to the cigarette. "Can't know America's golden boy's got a bad habit."

"Aside from that," you nudged him. "Tell me about your mother, when you told me who you were you said you were the son of Sara, so she must be important.

"Very," Steve nodded. "I-I um unfortunately only had sixteen years with her. She passed away from tuberculosis. A nurse," he smiled to himself. "A lot of people think I get my tenacity from my father, but after the war he was never the same." Steve frowned. "He died when I was ten, liver failure. So the thing that makes me who I am came from her."

"She sounds like an incredible woman," you smiled. "When I was a small girl I wanted to be a nurse." you chuckled. "But then I discovered I don't do well with blood so that was quickly dismissed, but I have an extremely high regard for anyone who works in that field."

"So do I," Steve nodded. "My mother worked till almost her dying breath, always helping others before herself, including me."

"Because you were sick,"

"I think sickly is more like it," Steve sighed. "I had all the assortments of diseases you could possibly imagine, but the serum helped get rid of those. And helped me gain another hundred or so pounds."

"Do you miss it?" you asked.

"Miss what?"

"The 40s. Living then,"

Steve reflected a moment before he answered. "Parts of me do," he nodded. "I miss the diner food, it's just not as great now. And I miss the music sometimes, but I always liked classical too and that's kind of timeless. And of course I miss my friends, the people I left behind. But overall, the statistics show it's better to be living now. Back in my day barely anyone had rights, and I know we're still working on it, especially in the States, but it's such a big step form where it was when I was a kid. And to be fair overall the food is better too, boiled every goddamn thing we could back then."

You chuckled at that and kicked a few rocks from under your feet. Breaking off from Steve to go and look a little bit more closely at one of the flowers.

"Who did you leave behind? Anyone special?" you asked.

"Well yeah," Steve nodded. "There were quite a few, um Howard, Tony's father. He and I were close friends. And there's Jim, Gabe, James, Jacques, Dugan, and well, Peggy," he said while putting his hands in his pockets. "At least those were the ones alive when I went under."

"I see," you nodded.

"When I came back only Peggy and Gabe were still around. Both in long term care homes. At that point to Gabe I was just the guy who came in to play battleship on Sundays. And Peggy well she remembered, but each time I left she'd forget our last visit." he sighed. "Alzheimer's."

"I'm so sorry." you apologized.

"It's okay," he pursed his lips. "I met Gabe's grandson. Antoine Triplett, a former agent with SHIELD before it went down. I actually trained him," Steve chuckled. "Amazing guy. One of the most hard workers I've ever met. He'd make his grandfather proud."

"Do any of the others have descendants?" you asked.

"From what I know Jim also had a grandson, but I haven't met him. Rumour has it he's a principal of a high school in Queens."

"You know what, a lot of people told me you wouldn't be interesting," you mused. "I don't think I agree with them."

"Glad to hear that," he smiled. "Although from my side when you've told the stories a few times they get repetitive."

"I can only imagine," you chuckled. "Steve, I must be honest with you. I may have invited you here with an ulterior motive,"

"And what would that be?"

"I'd like to experience a night as a normal person,"

"I think I'm probably the last person you should go to for that." he laughed and you joined in.

"What I mean is as someone who's not royalty. Just experience things for what they are. Converse with my people without them feeling the need that they have to respect me just on the account that I am their future sovereign. And that job became a lot harder after we had to dismantle the elected government."

"How long will it take to build it back up?"

"The United Nations recommended at least a fifty year waiting period to make sure HYDRA was fully out of the country before we started to build back an elected government."

"So you're basically signed on as ruler,"

"No ifs ands or buts." you nodded. "So before things get hectic and I become Queen at some point, I'd quite enjoy being normal for a night."

"Well I'd be honoured to take you, but is there a way you'd get around all the palace rules."

"I'm almost 100% sure if I were to tell my father you'd be accompanying me he'd allow me to go anywhere. He respects you and your friends probably more than any of his own ministers."

"It's a plan then." Steve smiled.

"I greatly look forward to it."

—

"Shh! Shh! You have to be quiet or we'll wake someone!" you hushed forcefully with a giggle toward Steve.

"Like I was the one being loud," Steve rolled his eyes playfully.

"Come on, help me up the balcony and it'll be like I never left the room."

"Are you sure about this?' he asked.

"What? Can you not do it? I thought Captain America could lift three women sitting on a motorcycle?"

"I meant I'm going to have to boost you." he chuckled. "Wasn't sure if we knew each other well enough for that yet."

"Oh you know the worst of me already, this can't be that bad." you waved him off dismissively and motioned for him to come and give you a hand.

You grabbed onto the balcony ledge and got Steve to push you up far enough so you could get a leg over the rail and topple onto the other side with another fit of giggles like you were a pair of teenagers sneaking around. Thank goodness the guards let you in without much of a fuss, but once you were on palace grounds getting to your bedroom was another story. Especially having been out so late. Luckily for you, you had a bit of foresight on how the night would go and instructed Lena to leave the door from the balcony unlocked.

You popped your head back up over the ledge and Steve stood up on one of the pots so he could be just a head under you.

"I had a lot of fun tonight," you smiled. "Thank you. It means the world that you took me out."

"My pleasure. I hope my little gaggle of assholes didn't scare you too much."

"No they're delightful! Especially out of the confines of the palace. You guys seem like you have a lot of fun."

"Well they do know how to party." Steve nodded. He was about to turn to leave, but you reached out and gently held his face, causing him to look back up at you.

"Call me when you get back," you whispered.

Steve smiled and nodded once more, moving your hand to his lips and pressing a delicate kiss to your knuckles, "Of course,"

You grinned, "Goodnight Steve,"

"Night, (Y/N),"

And with a hop down from the pot and a quick jog to the gates he was escorted off palace grounds and you headed inside your room, throwing your purse onto your bed and flopping down on it yourself for a moment. After your small rest you went to your shelf and grabbed a record, placing it in the record player and adjusting the volume to give a nice tune in the background while you changed out of your clothes and into your pyjamas.

You were quickly distracted in the middle of changing by the sound of the phone ringing and you rushed to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, long time no see,"

"Steve," you breathed out a chuckle. "You got home quick."

"What can I say, I'm a fast driver."

"I can hear the engine in the background, you're calling me from the car aren't you."

"Caught me red handed." you could almost see him shake his head in dismay while you laughed.

"Could you imagine what life would have been like if you and your friends weren't staying here for an extra few months."

"Honestly, I'd like to not think of that because I'm having too much fun to care."

"I agree," you grinned and moved the phone over to the bed where you laid down, half dressed with a complete schoolgirl's crush. "Is it weird to say that I haven't felt as stable in my life as I have these past few weeks?"

"I don't see why that would be odd," Steve hummed.

"It's just, you see I feel like some dangerous mix of chemicals. You took chemistry in school right?"

"Yeah, I picked up some more advanced stuff once I started hanging around Bruce more. It's their English." he chuckled.

"Well then say I'm like two highly unstable compounds and in order for the reaction to proceed in a slow manner I need an inhibitor. I think you're my inhibitor."

Steve chuckled, "I think that's the most romantic thing anyone's ever said to me."

"You need to raise your bar then," you laughed. "It feels good to be stable though." you sighed.

"Well I'm happy I could help."

There was a short comfortable silence before Steve spoke up again.

"(N/N)?"

"Yes darling," you responded, eyes widening at your casual slip of the term of endearment. You then proceeded to squeeze your eyes shut and bit your lip in hopes that he'd let it slip.

"Darling, huh," he chuckled. "I like that."

"What were you going to say?" you asked hoping to divert the topic.

"I was just going to ask, do you think I could take you out to dinner? I don't know the rules you have around that in the palace, but even if I could just come and we could share a pizza or something I don't know,"

You could sense he was holding his breath and you couldn't help the giddy grin that came to your face.

"I'll ask around and see what we can do about a pizza."

"Great," he let out the breath he had been holding. "When should I come?"

"Tomorrow," you answered quickly. "Oh shit, that sounded too eager, I can do a few days from now,"

"No tomorrow is good," Steve laughed. "Can't wait."

"Me neither."

"Well it's late," Steve sighed. "I should let you go before I get a scolding from the king for keeping his daughter out too late."

"Alright." you held back a laugh. "See you tomorrow... darling."

"See you tomorrow (N/N)."

Steve hung up the phone and you couldn't imagine the more perfect ending to a night.

—

"Lena my goodness look at the time I'm going to be late!" you gasped and rummaged around your room for the pair of flats you were looking for.

"I know!' she said, unusually exclamatory for her normal personality. "Here miss I found them!"

"Perfect," you sighed and relaxed, taking the shoes from her and slipping them on. "How do I look?" you asked.

"Gorgeous miss," she smiled. "I've arranged for you both to eat in here if that's alright with you, I figured you'd like it better than the banquet hall."

"You thought right and my room should be large enough." you nodded. "Alright. I should go down and greet him then."

"Probably miss,"

"And were we able to order the pizza?"

"Yes, I'll have one of the doormen bring it up."

"Okay, I'll see you later Lena,"

"Have fun," she grinned.

"I think I will." you smiled back and headed down to the main entrance of the palace with much excitement.

When you got to the large palace doors you could see one of the doormen letting Steve in, they were having a small polite conversation, but when he caught sight of you he excused himself and came over.

"Hi," he smiled.

"Hey," you grinned. "Come on, you get a bit of a tour because we're eating on the other side."

"Of the palace?"

"Yep," you nodded. "Lena arranged my room, although it got a bit messy looking for these shoes." you chuckled. "But come on, pizza will be here soon."

You took his hand and you walked up through the palace pointing out some of your favourite artwork as you went and just catching up on what had happened throughout the day.

"Well, again I apologize if there's any mess, but here it is."

You opened the door and let Steve inside, thankfully it seemed like Lena had picked up some of the things that were thrown around and probably put them in your closet until she had more time to organize them.

"Wow, if this is messy then I might need to really clean up my room." Steve chuckled.

"I got lucky, Lena tidied up." you joined in. "Please have a seat, make yourself comfortable." you insisted.

Steve chose to sit on the couch so you joined him on the opposite end, near the record player. Since you were there you decided it couldn't hurt much to put on a little something to listen to.

"So what did the rest of your little group have to say about this outing?" you asked, turning to face him properly.

"Well Tony and Natasha were on top of it as usual. Even offered to help me get ready like I'm some kind of lost cause." he laughed and shook his head. "They've always been overly fascinated, in my opinion at least, with my dating life. Not that it's very exciting to begin with."

"But now that there's a princess and heir to the throne in the mix that makes it a tad bit more complex don't you think."

"Yeah definitely complicates things," he sighed with a chuckle. "Not that I mind." he added quickly. "I mean I'm just happy I have a chance to do this in the first place."

"If I'm being honest I am too. I mean it's not every day I get to choose who takes me to dinner." you shrugged. "Well look at me I'm being a terrible hostess; can I get you something to drink? Lena brought up wine, brandy, some carbonated drinks, literally the works."

"I'd love some pop, any kind is fine I'm not picky."

"I might follow your example, unfortunately I do only have wine glasses up here for some reason so we'll just be out of place for tonight."

"Cheers to that," Steve nodded and you smiled cracking open to cans of Coke and pouring them into two chilled wine glasses, handing one to Steve and keeping the second for yourself. "Can I ask you an odd question?" Steve asked.

"In my opinion odd questions are the best ones. Tell me what you've got." you leaned back and waited for the query.

"Where do you see yourself in five years?"

"Oh that really is a doozy isn't it." you furrowed your brows and straightened your back. "Hmm, well I don't think I could tell you where I see myself, but I could tell you where I don't see myself."

"I'm listening," he nodded.

"I don't see myself marrying someone just because I should. That's how this whole Gregory mess started and I'd rather not relive that." you explained. "I don't think I can honestly see myself as princess of queen because that's not where I want to be, but it's where I have to be. I won't put that burden on Charlotte." you sipped your drink then looked back over at Steve, "How about you? See yourself anywhere special?"

"Retired hopefully," he chuckled and shook his head. "From this at least, being Captain. I'd still like to work whether it be in some diplomatic position or hell I don't think I'd mind teaching, but I don't think I could live the rest of my life taking a war with me wherever I go." he explained, "Not that it would stop," he mumbled.

"What do you mean by that?" you asked.

"I think that's more of a tenth date conversation," Steve bit his lip. "Not that I'm trying to keep it from you I'd just rather not put a dampening on the mood. I shouldn't have said anything."

"No, no, it's alright," you assured him. "We'll save it for the tenth date."

"Is that a guarantee on ten?"

"I'd like to say it is, I think this is going very well."

You were interrupted by a knock to your door and you excused yourself to go answer it. On the other side you saw your younger sister holding two boxes of pizza in her arms.

"Hi (N/N)!" she grinned. "I asked Thomas if I could bring you your food and he said yes. I wanted to say hi to Steve, is he in there?"

"Sure am kiddo," Steve smiled and came to join you at the door. You took the pizza from Charlotte's hands and he picked up the small girl, holding her in his arms while she gave him a bear hug.

"Are you and (N/N) on a date?" she whispered in his ear, but still nevertheless loud enough for you to hear, causing you to chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we are." Steve whispered back. "So why don't I come see you later before you go to bed and with any luck I'll come back again for another one of these?"

"Sure," she nodded and hopped out of Steve's arms.

"Here Char, take a slice for the road and don't tell mum I gave it to you."

"Deal!" she grinned and happily took the large slice of pizza and sauntered away to her room.

"You're so well with her," you commented after closing the door once more. "Not many people are."

"Really? She's such a sweet kid. I'm surprised."

"She's also very selective in who she likes, so I'd count yourself as lucky. The last guy wasn't."

"Well I do consider myself lucky, definitely on multiple-mmph-hey!" Steve exclaimed now with a full mouth of pizza.

"You can thank me later," you joked and took a bite out of the slice yourself. "Goodness I do need them to put this on our menu, don't you think? It's absolutely delicious!"

"You can say that again. Who knew a tiny little country could make such good pizza?" Steve wondered, curiously staring at a slice now in his hands.

You moved over to the side of the couch and turned up the volume on the record player, moving unconsciously along with the music causing Steve to smile. He quickly finished a slice of pizza and came over to you carefully taking your free hand in his and spinning you around into him.

"Food can wait," he grinned. "Dance with me."

You placed your slice on the table and gave him your other hand as you both swayed around the room somewhat clumsily at that, but ignoring the faults and laughed instead, making the most of the moment.

When you both finally decided to eat again, as you should have, the food was getting cold, Steve found his way to the long thin window next to the door that led to the balcony. He looked past the pale thin curtains, out to the city and you admired him in whatever moment of reflection he was having.

Slowly you made your way to him, gently laying a hand on his arm, causing him to turn around. You gave him a soft smile which he reciprocated before you fiddled with his jacket, straightening it before putting your hands flat on his chest.

He raised a hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, letting it rest on your cheek, tracing your jawline with his thumb while he carefully calculated his next move. So you decided to help him, moving forward slightly, prompting him to do the same until he tilted your face up to meet him in a sweet and slow kiss. Mixing with the taste of tomato sauce and bread, teeth clashing occasionally, it was a little messy, but it felt normal. It made you feel normal and that was all you ever wanted. So you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer, him gripping your waist to hold you steady like he always seemed to do with everything since the very moment you met him.

After you broke apart, you both stared at each other for a few moments before you said,

"Is there any way I can convince you to stay here longer?"

"I don't think I need any convincing," Steve admitted.

"Good," you whispered. "I was hoping you wouldn't."

—

"(Y/N)! You have got to be kidding me! I thought you knew better! Have you seen this?!"

Your mother slapped the newspaper in front of you on the table where you were met with an all too familiar sight.

Plastered on the front page of multiple papers, both from your country and international, were various photos of you and Steve together over the past few weeks. Including photos of you and Steve by the window from last night.

Some sneaky reporter must have gotten past the gate, but in all honesty you didn't care too much about the rest of the world, right now your mother was a lot scarier than them.

"Well I don't have much to say in defence," you bit your lip, "other than the fact that I'm a flipping adult! I'm 26, which is a decent amount over the legal age of an adult here which may I remind you for some reason is 17. I think I have a right to choose who I would like to be with and whether or not I mind being seen with them."

"John please talk some sense into your daughter, she's a future queen for heaven's sake."

Your father just looked down from his newspaper and flipped back to the front page, looking thoughtfully at the images and headline.

"Anna I think it's alright," he admitted. "At least it's positive, when we were courting it was definitely quite the opposite."

"That's because everyone thought she was a commie," you rolled your eyes. "I mean fair you were from Soviet Russia."

"(Y/N)!" your mother exclaimed again and you mouthed an apology while trying to hide a smile. If your father was on your side there was no way the argument couldn't end in your favour.

"All I'm saying is Captain Rogers-."

"Steve." you interrupted.

"Steve is a good man. The press, well they love him and they love (Y/N), so it's no doubt a relationship between the two would spark something. Just use it to your advantage and be careful." your father warned. "Don't make it seem like a big deal unless you're absolutely sure you might want to take things further. We don't get to do things like normal people."

"Yes father," you nodded. "And thank you, I-I should go now though. There's a few things I need to... clear up," you settled on.

Quickly walking over to your room from the smaller private dining room you grabbed your phone and dialled Steve's number. It rang for a few moments before he picked up and mumbled a groggy hello.

"Oh I'm so sorry did I wake you?" you chuckled.

"Yeah, but it's okay," he assured.

"Remind me to get you a direct line, but that's besides the point." you waved dismissively. "We might have a bit of a hurdle. I-I'm assuming you haven't seen the papers or the morning news."

"You assumed right," Steve nodded. "What happened?"

"Nothing too catastrophic just we've had a few journalists tailing us for the past month and a half and they... they have photos from last night."

"Wait what?" Steve surely sounded more alert now and you cleared your throat and continued.

"It was a mistake, not what happened, but on my part I should have pulled you away from the window. I mean I knew people were speculating I just guess we won't have much privacy now."

"Yeah, I guess we won't," he sighed. "I'm assuming we need to get our stories straight."

"Yes that would be a good idea, I was planning to go meet with my father's private secretary, he has a lot of experience with this so I'll call you again soon and we can talk it through. Just don't go out until then. I'm sure the press will be swarming your hotel a little more than usual."

"Of course," Steve agreed. "Hey, um, this is all okay right?"

"I mean as long as it's okay with you it is with me," you assured.

"Yeah, definitely different, but it's okay. I'm sure I'll have a lot to hear from Tony and Natasha," he groaned at the thought of it, making you laugh.

"I'll call you back in a few, okay?"

"Okay, talk to you soon."

"Bye,"

Steve hung up the phone and pushed himself up out of bed, grabbing a sweater while making his way to the kitchen in the flat.

"Well, well, well, look who's finally awake." Natasha smirked and Steve rolled his eyes.

"Have you seen what they're calling you?" Tony asked.

"Nope, haven't read a thing in the papers and I'm not too sure I want to,"

"America's most eligible bachelor." Tony said anyway. "Finally snagged, Royal Romance, that's just some of the headlines."

"I'm assuming things went well though," Natasha noted. "You came home late last night."

"I was putting-."

"Ew no one wants to hear that!" Tony stopped him quickly.

"No, I was putting princess Charlotte to sleep. She's taken a bit of a liking to me. That's why I was late." he clarified.

"Oh that's actually kind of sweet,"

"Yeah if you would just let me finish." Steve shook his head. "You really peg me for the type to kiss and tell?"

"Guess I didn't think that one through," Tony scratched the back of his neck.

"Well I'll be staying in to avoid the press for now, so please do me a favour and keep it to no comment."

"You've got it Cap."

Steve's phone rang and when he saw the palace area code he quickly excused himself to go talk with you. It was definitely going to be a hell of a week.

—

"Could you please pour me another glass or shot, just give me the strongest of what we've got." you rubbed your temples as Lena went to fetch your drink.

"How many miss?"

"How many what?"

"Shots."

"Oh, 3 please." you sighed. "It's unfortunately the only way I might be able to make it through dinner. I'd much rather be with Steve," you mumbled.

"If it's any consolation you'll see him tomorrow. You're both going to visit that school right?"

"Yes if all goes alright today. I have a backup day set just in case."

The beginning of the night was a blur, it seemed as though the shots were really doing their job and it didn't help that you drank a large glass of wine on top of it all.

You don't remember exactly what he said, but it must have been something bad to force you to react the way you did. Even with the alcohol in your system you were normally good at keeping yourself in check, but something about Gregory always got under your skin in the worst way. The next thing you knew you had shot up from the table and promptly slapped him on the face yelling all sorts of profanities and especially asking how he had the audacity to say such a thing. When you caught yourself it was too late, you had said what you said and did what you did. Gasping lightly and gently covering your mouth with your hand in astonishment, you ran from the dining space and up to your room, your mother hot on your heels.

When Lena saw you running through the palace she knew that could have only meant one thing and so she followed to make sure you were alright.

Getting to your room you stumbled over to the couch and fumbled with your records until you found the right one, placing it on the player with shaky hands and turning up the volume as loud as you could, shaking with anger and hurt and clouded by your slight intoxication you forcefully hit the table with your fist multiple times, weakening with each hit until your mother made her way into the room.

"(Y/N) turn the record down right now,"

"No," you mumbled.

"Excuse me?"

"I said no!" you yelled.

"(Y/N) you're having another-."

"Don't you dare call this an episode! Don't you dare! The music helps and I will not turn it off,"

"(Y/N) what you did out there was completely unacceptable! Now what if he goes and talks to the press!?"

"I don't care, you would have done the same had you heard what he said, but no dear Gregory is too perfect for that," you spat bitterly and gripped your head feeling the oncoming headache.

"Miss, is there anything you need?" Lena asked only now coming into the room.

"Leave us Lena,"

"No stay," you insisted. "Just call Steve please. Tell him to come here."

"Is now really the time to-."

"If you want this to stop then yes!"

"How is he supposed to know how to fix this? That's putting an awful lot of faith in him."

"Mother I don't have the patience to explain this to you! You always doubt me! Have you ever thought about how that makes me feel? I always am doing something wrong! I just want to feel normal and everything about me is anything but and you will never understand! You don't know what it feels like to be controlled by your emotions, to be a slave to your mood. It's a prison and I have a life sentence." you faded into a whisper. "You wanted this. To be in the spotlight, to be Queen and you do it so well. But it's not for me, I can't do it."

You stood back up and stumbled toward the drink tray and shakily poured some into a glass knowing if it didn't calm your nerves at least it would make you forget.

You were about to reach for a cigarette when you heard more shuffling and soft whispers before turning to see your mother speaking with Steve.

"It's alright, she'll be okay, I just need you to trust me your majesty."

"Y-Yes of course." your mother nodded and took one last glance at you before leaving the room with Lena, the younger girl consoling the older woman.

Steve came up to you and gently took the drink out of your hand and placed the freshly lit cigarette in the ashtray.

"Steve no," you whispered and reached for it again.

"(Y/N), come on sweetheart, you're drunk and you're not feeling well." he gently held your wrists up against his chest and you shook your head, lip quivering as you looked up at his soft blue eyes. "It's alright," he whispered.

Your knees buckled beneath you and Steve held you up carefully against him.

"It's not fair, it's not fair," you sobbed quietly against his chest while he held you with one arm around your back and the other gently stroking your hair.

He led you over to the bed where he sat you down and cupped your face in both his hands, wiping away your tears with his thumbs. You reciprocated the action, only bringing down his face to yours and pressing a shaky kiss to his lips before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself into his embrace.

He stayed there for a moment, before slowly pulling away and pulling back the sheets of the bed.

"Let's get you ready, huh? That way you can go to bed."

"W-Will you stay?" you hiccoughed.

"If you want me to," he nodded and you nodded back. "Alright then."

He went into the washroom for a moment and came back with a warm wet towel, gently wiping away the makeup from your face and handing you a toothbrush and a cup to spit in while he got your pyjamas.

You slipped yourself out of your skirt, blouse and cardigan, letting them trail the floor as you wobbled toward the closet. Steve turned toward you and handed you a nightgown he'd found on one of the many shelves. You slipped it on and unclipped your bra, tossing it on the closet floor and letting Steve guide you back to the bed. You climbed in and moved to the far end of the bed so Steve could come and lay down next to you.

"Thank you," you whispered faintly, placing a hand on his cheek. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Well I'm sure you managed before,"

"Granted it wasn't this bad before," you added. "I don't know how I'm supposed to prepare to run a country if I can't even control myself."

"I'm sure like anything, both take practice. And I'm here if you want my help or opinion. I think I'm going to always be here. I want to always be here."

"And thank goodness for that," you mumbled with a yawn and slowly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

—

5 years later...

"Steve do you remember when I told you I wasn't really sure who I was?"

"Vaguely, care to remind me?" he asked, putting down the newspaper he was holding and focusing on you.

"It was the night we met, at the ball. I was having a terrible day and wasn't myself because I didn't think I knew who I was,"

"This rings a bell," he nodded. "Have you figured it out yet?"

"Why yes I think I have," you smiled and came up to him pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "I'm a sister, a daughter, and a wife. Very proud wife at that," you grinned. "I'm someone who tries to do what's right even if it can be misguided at times and I'm constantly learning how to read myself."

"Not bottling things up I hope,"

"Nothing of the sort I assure you," you nodded.

"I think you missed something though,"

"Really? Care to enlighten me?" you crossed your arms across your chest.

"Soon-to-be mother."

"Right! How could I have forgotten," you laughed softly laying your hands on your slowly growing stomach. "When you asked me where I thought I'd be in five years to be perfectly honest I did not think this was it."

"You know what, that's okay because neither did I,"

"Of course you didn't Your Royal Highness,"

"Oh stop that's not even funny," he said warningly but with a chuckle.

"At least you don't actually have to rule the country. My father was barely of retiring age when he left his Royal duties for me." you sighed. "Either way I'm just happy this little one won't have to deal with that. The government will be up and running by then."

"God willing,"

"Yes, honestly at this point. God willing."

Steve stood up from his chair and wrapped his arms around you from behind, laying his chin to rest in your shoulder.

"I love you,"

"I love you too darling. I love you too."

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hello dear anon! thank you for the request and for loving out first date headcanons! I’m really glad you enjoyed it, it’s one of my favourites. :) we apologise that this took so long, it was quite difficult to write because I had to do my research for the date spots but I hope this turned out alright. I hope you enjoy :)

- mod sunny.

first date with iwaizumi & sugawara

Sakusa Kiyoomi: Home Date

He would ask you out for a date at his house, thinking it would be the best possible spot – no outside germs or crowds

To his house?? On the first date?! You would be flustered at first but later realise the reason behind the date location and mentally punch yourself for having such impure thoughts

When you go over to his house, you would make sure to bring a small gift (after making sure to sanitise the surface of it ofc)

Once inside, you would ask for directions to the washroom to wash your hands where you would realise that he keeps his things very tidy

You both would then settle down at the living room and decide to play board games, where the two of you would just chill and have fun together instead of making it more competitive

A few games later, you two would then cook up something to go with the movie you rented

You would make sure to tell Sakusa that you had already sanitised the cover and disc before bringing it over, and he would mutter softly about how he trusts you about this since you two have an understanding for hygiene

You would both move to his room for the movie, seated closely next to each other, but not yet touching; it would be slightly unnerving – both your hearts would be beating loudly against your chests despite it not being the least bit intimate

By the time the movie came to an end, you two would have only remembered half the movie as you were both too conscious of the proximity between the two of you and the fact you were in his room

Before leaving, the two of you would clean up the spot you were both seating and he would offer to send you home but would take detours in order to spend more time together

To be honest, he wouldn’t want to separate from you, but he would not say it out loud since he wouldn’t want to be seen as selfish

Strolling in the park, the two of you would exchange some conversations and share comfortable silence, just enjoying both of your presences

He would probably be okay with your touches as he’s comfortable with you since your habits of staying clean helps too, but still not very likely to extend to kisses or hugs during the first date

“Be careful on your way back.” He would say quietly when you two arrive in front of the station and wave you goodbye before you leave.

Oikawa Tooru: Disneyland Date

He would pick you up early from your home, so he gets to spend more time with you during the travel from Miyagi to Tokyo

“You know, there’s a myth about going to Disneyland for the first date…” You would bring up nonchalantly on the train ride to the amusement park, referring to the legend that couples who go to Tokyo Disneyland for the first date would be destined to break up

Ah… Of course, Y/N-chan would have heard of such myths too… Bearing a troubled smile, he would respond, “Mm. I know of that too. Y/N-chan, do believe in it? I don’t.”

“Apparently, if the couple share a kiss within the park, their relationship will last longer… that’s what they say too. What contradictions, I wouldn’t believe such things.”

“Y/N-chan…” He would look at you with tears in his eyes, touched. Did you want to kiss- He would then knock himself out of it, “That’s right! I can’t believe people actually believed in that. Let’s have a great time, the both of us.” He would flash a charming smile at you

During the long ride – from Miyagi to Tokyo and to Disneyland – the two of you would nap on the train with your head lying on his shoulder and his on yours

Upon arrival, Oikawa would be making loud excitable enthusiastic noises while you would be equally excited despite not reacting as openly as he would

After purchasing tickets, Oikawa would pull you along to the gift shop by the entrance to procure adorable matching headbands and trinkets and would snap a selfie of the two of you wearing it – it’s something he had always wanted to do

Checking the lines at the attractions, you two would go to the popular attractions with lines that would never seem to die down first – according to both your intensive research

During the rides, the two of you would be seated close while enjoying the rides or grabbing on to each other for dear life

Afterwards, you two would grab some snacks, where Oikawa would be taking a lot of selfies and pictures of the food, before heading for the afternoon shows and parade

Throughout the date, there would be a lot of natural physical touches, sitting close together on the rides, hitting him on his arms when he does stupid things that made you laugh, and holding hands to make sure the both of you do not get lost in the crowd

While waiting for the rides, there would always be something to talk about – the pictures and videos that the both of you took, discussing about the rides etc.

Right around sunset, the both of you would try canoes for a cruise ride. The view would be stunning, but Oikawa would be staring at you the entire time and trying to sneak a picture

For dinner, you two would have it at the banquet hall while discussing the long day and how you guys would be so tired you can sleep immediately after reaching home

Although he doesn’t believe in myths, he would still be quite wary of it, so during the night fireworks, he would call you softly and lean in for a kiss in front of the Cinderella’s castle

Perhaps sleeping immediately from the fatigue of the long day is no longer an option now as the you would probably be too red in the face from thinking about the kiss to sleep.

Kageyama Tobio: Aquarium Date

After his thorough research and advices that he received from his upperclassmen (mainly Sugawara), he would decide to invite you to the aquarium at Sendai

He would be rather nervous in the beginning, wondering if he prepared everything necessary but would also be excited about seeing the aquatic creatures

At the aquarium, the two of you would be fascinated by the school of fishes swimming in groups, the stingrays, rockfishes and others, which would mean many photographs and videos taken by the both of you

He would not be able to hide his enthusiasm – in an animated way, with lots of ‘wow’ and ‘woah’ from him, he would be openly captivated by the fishes that did not seem to dislike him despite how close his face was to the tank

Kageyama would slowly start to loosen up and relax throughout the date, except when you would unexpectedly grab on his hand of course

Physical contact would be rather natural with you leading it e.g. grabbing his arm to bring him to the next exhibit – his heart would beat unnaturally fast when you do and he’d lose focus of the sea creatures

He would realise that he seemed to be having the most fun and would find it embarrassing that he lost control of his enthusiasm; but when he sees you having fun observing the fishes, he would be relieved and forget about the fishes for a moment while watching you – he’d then snap out of it and tell himself to stay cool in your presence

You two would make small conversations when walking to the other tanks and discussing about the animals – how some fishes look dramatic and scary, cute and small – comparing the fishes to some of his teammates

“This fish looks like Tsukishima, looks like it has a scowl on its face.” Kageyama would compare, watching it closely with his face almost touching the glass, eyes squinting. You would try to suppress your laughter at his antics but would agree with him

A machine that can project your colouring of sea creature on a screen next to it would pique the interest of both of you, hence would try it out without a second thought

The two of you would be so amazed after watching your very own sea creature creations swimming in the screen and would proudly take pictures of each of your masterpieces

Up next would be the dolphin show, where the two of you would be so engrossed in the show that you both forget to take videos and you would later mention about how you regret not capturing the moment

After the aquarium, you two would stop by a small family restaurant to have your meal, looking over pictures and videos together while talking about the sea creatures and the date

On another note, Kageyama would now have a selfie of the both of you which would become his phone screensaver from now on.

Miya Atsumu: Laser Tag Date

The both of you would have agreed on meeting in the late afternoon at the laser tag location

Would then decide to play against one another for the first round, then team up for the next round

He would entice you with a bet where the loser would have to listen to the winner for the rest of the date; your competitive self would not let this opportunity slip

In the first round, you would play lone wolf – while assessing the situation and protecting yourself from the rest of the players, you would try to look for him to shoot him down

He would also play lone wolf instead of forming alliance with others because he knows that’s how you would play and wants it to be a fair fight

He would enjoy seeing you play seriously while having fun but would also want to take you down so you would be at his beck and call for the rest of the date

The two of you would be too focused on taking down each other that when you finally spot him and was about to shoot, someone else eliminated you first

Looking at board, you would see your name being the one who was out, but the next instant, Atsumu’s name would appear just below yours

The two of you would be annoyed, not be able to settle the scores would set the fire in your hearts even hotter

The next round, you and Atsumu would team up as planned and discuss attack and defense strategies. With great chemistry, the two of you would brutally take down the other players smoothly and emerge as the winner at the end

Feeling refreshed, the both of you would go for dinner at somewhere simple. It would be a casual yet refreshing meal, he has quite an appetite so he would order a lot to eat

During the meal, the two of you would enthusiastically discuss moments during the laser tag round where you both won and put off the bet until the next time

“It’s thanks to me that we won, I helped defend your back!” You would claim, but he’d retort, “Nah, it’s my aiming that helped take down our opponents.”

“Okay, end of argument. We make the perfect team – and the perfect couple.” He would conclude smugly, knowing your heart would skip a beat at the last part of his statement

Before the date ends, he would make sure to leave a peck on your cheek. He would then grin smugly as he flirts, “Make sure your lips are ready for mine on our next date.”

[notsosmexy]

Heavens Love || Reggie x reader

Chapter one of ‘Heavens Love’

Part 2 // part 3 // part 4 // part 5 

A/N:Holy Shit its almost 1 in the morning. I have been working on this for 4 hours. Hopefully yall enjoy!

Word count: 1.8k 

You knocked on the Molinas door and waited for someone to answer. After waiting for a good 5 minutes, you decided to just walk in. You took your shoes off and climbed up the stairs, as soon as you got to the top you could hear Julie talking to someone. You walked towards her bedroom and opened her door just a bit. As soon as you looked in the room, you could see three, cute, guys in her room. Your eyes almost popped out of your head and you burst through her door. 

‘Julie… who are these people?’ 

As soon as you said that, all four of them stopped their conversation and looked at you , shocked. Julie stepped forward and put her hand on your shoulder.  She looked you dead in the eye and asked, ‘You can see them?’ 

You were confused. Of course you could see them, they were right there, still looking at you like you had gone crazy. You nodded your head and laughed a bit. ‘Yes, I can, now are you gonna introduce me?’ Julie backed away and pointed at the guys, who had snapped out of it and were now just looking at you with smiles on their faces.

‘That’s Luke,’ she pointed at the brown head. He was pretty cute, you had to admit. ‘That's Reggie,’ She pointed to the one in the middle and he smiled and waved. ‘And that's Alex.’ She pointed to the tallest. ‘They're in a band called Sunset… Curve?’ the guys nodded. 

‘Tell your friends’ Reggie smiled. You laughed a bit and then walked up to them.

 ‘Well, im Y/N and it’s nice to meet you’ You stuck your hand out, waiting for Reggie to shake your hand. The boys all looked at each other and then at Julie. Reggie gulped and stuck his hand out as well. Instead of his hand stopping when it hits yours, it goes straight through. You kept looking at your hand, and tried shaking his hand again. You kept doing that until you realised you weren't dreaming. That’s when you screamed. 

‘WHAT IS IT WITH GIRLS AND SCREAMING??!’ Alex screamed over your screams. Julie ran up to you and tried to calm you down. You were a stuttering mess, and Julie was trying to tell that they were ghosts. The guys just stood there and nodded along with everything Julie was saying. 

As soon as you were calm, or as calm as you could get, she re-explained it. ‘Y/N… they're ghosts.’ 

You couldn't help but laugh at this.  You shook your head and smiled at her. ‘Julie, ghosts aren't real’ Alex stepped forward.

‘Well that’s what we thought, but you know,’ he pointed at himself. You just stared at him. NO, ghosts aren't real. They can't be real...or, maybe they are, You thought. You looked back at Julie and she smiled a bit. 

‘Soooo…you believe me now?’ You nodded your head.

‘But.. how?’ Julie told you to sit down and then began to tell you the whole story. As soon as she was done, her dad walked in.

 ‘Jules,I heard you talking to someone-’ he looked at you. ‘Oh! Hey, Y/N. How are you?’ He smiled. 

‘I'm good, and you?’ 

‘Not bad’ he smiled and looked at Julie. ‘Did you do your homework?’ She nodded his head. Ray nodded his head, said goodbye and left. 

‘He couldn't… he couldn't see them?’ Julie shook her head. 

‘We’ve been over this’ She laughed. You smiled and realised it really was true, they were ghosts.

The next day

You and Flynn sat in the band room, blowing trumpets. You could see Julie walking down the hallway towards you both and you waved at her. She walked into the room and looked around.

‘Where is everyone?’ She looked at you and Flynn with raised brows. Flynn shrugged.

‘Spirit assembly.. We were kinda blowing it off, cause we weren't feeling very’ she paused for a moment and thought. ‘Spirity’ Julie sighed and you and Flynn sat up straight.

‘You alright?’ you leaned your head to the side and Julie shook her head.

‘Not really, I had this huge plan to play for MIss. Harrison, hoping that she’d let me back in, but I guess I missed my chance’ She looked at the piano and then back at you and Flynn. You and Flynn smiled and looked at each other and then back at Julie.

‘No, you didn't’ You both said at the same time. You guys got up and swung one arm around Julie's shoulders. You all walked out of the classroom and smiled. You knew this was going to be awesome.

You all walked into the gym only to see ‘Dirty Candy’ performing. Carrie, of course, was the center of attention and you couldn't help but glare at her. All four of you used to be best friends and then the popularity took over Carrie. 

‘Looks like someone spent all her daddy's money on costumes and Katy Perry's choreographer ‘ Flynn crossed her arms and glared at them. 

‘Well it paid off’ You had to agree with Julie. As much as you disliked Carrie, she was a very talented dancer and singer. You watched ‘Dirty Candy’ for almost a minute and then suddenly, you heard a whoosh like noise and looked beside you. You screamed and a few people looked your way, but then looked back at the performance. Flynn looked at you and you nodded, to tell her everything was ok.

‘What’re you guys doing here?!’ Julie whisper yelled. Luke looked at her and smiled.

‘Wanna see you stick it to the man!’ you weren't really paying attention. For some reason you couldn't help but stare at Reggie. He looked at you and waved. You quickly looked away and blushed. You heard Reggie saying something about missing high school and you felt a little jealous.

You all watched Carrie and her ‘friends’ perform. Alex started dancing along and Luke kicked him softly and shook his head.  Carrie started talking about her Youtube video and you rolled your eyes.

‘Now’s your chance’ You said to Julie and she nodded her head. 

You and Flynn sat down on the stairs and waited for Julie to get on stage. You saw her sit at the piano and you smiled and gave her a thumbs up. She played a few notes and started singing. People stopped walking and looked at her. A few seconds later, Reggie, Alex and Luke were on the stage with her, playing their instruments. You clapped and joined the crowd of students. You pushed your way to the front and smiled at Julie and the boys. You could tell Julie felt at home while singing, there was something in her eyes that made you think ‘wow, she’ll be famous one day’ Julie did a super high note and your jaw dropped. You had no idea her vocal range was that far.You looked towards Reggie and he winked at you. You blushed.

As soon as the song was over the boys disappeared off stage and poofed beside the stage. You walked towards them, but people were still wondering what they were. After a few moments of muttering, a girl in ‘Dirty Candy’, whose name you couldn't remember, spoke up.

‘Were those holograms?!’ Julie stared at her and then nodded and gave a nervous but convincing yes. 

You turned towards the boys and started telling them how cool that was. Nobody noticed that you were technically talking to air, because they were still crowded around the stage. You started getting to know them and started falling even more for Reggie, but you couldn't tell anyone.

 ‘You can’t fall in love with a ghost, Y/N’ the guys gave you questioning looks and you realised you said that out loud.

Luke raised his eyebrow and smirked at you. ‘So, Y/N, you've fallen for one of us? It can’t be Alex, cause hes gay… and I don’t think its me, even though I wouldnt blame you if it was I am smoking, which means’ he suppressed a laugh and looked at Reggie and then you ‘It’s Reggie!’ Your smile faded and Reggie started blushing. You blankly stared at Luke and you could tell he was getting uncomfortable.

‘How.. wh- I jus-..’ you looked at behind you and saw people staring at you, probably wondering why you were talking to the air. You took out your phone and pretended to be talking to someone. ‘Can we talk about this later?’ you asked them. Alex and Luke nodded, but Reggie grinned.

‘So you DO like me’ he stated. You looked around the gym for Julie not really paying attention to the guys anymore. You found her talking to Mrs.Harrison and the principal. You wondered what the principal was doing there but knew Julie would tell you later. You looked back at the guys.

‘What were you saying?’ you asked Reggie. He started to speak, before getting interrupted by Julie who hugged the principal and said ‘thank you’ multiple times. You knew whatever it was, it had to be good news. Julie started walking towards you and the guys, until Flynn stopped her. She looked kind of mad, so you told them you’d be in the hall.

You and the guys had this master idea to scare or congratulate, whichever you prefer, Julie. You could hear her coming but you had to go to the washroom. You ran past her and waved. You opened the bathroom door and heard girls gossiping. More precisely, Carrie and a few of her so-called friends. They looked at you as you walked in and you felt a little uncomfortable, but still waved. Carrie glared at you, but you swear you saw a small smile appear on her face.

You walked back to where the guys were and saw Julie heading out the door, towards class. You ran up to her but stopped to talk to the guys for a bit. It was mostly about music and they asked if you played. You said no, which was true. ‘Let's just say, I'm not the most talented human being in the world’ you laughed a bit and so did they. Once the bell rang, you said goodbye and walked towards your class. 

As soon as you walked out the hallway doors, Reggie poofed beside you. ‘So, Y/N, what classes do you have?’ he looked at you with a small smile and put his arms behind his back. 

‘History… It’s a pretty fun subject, but I guess that's because we have a pretty fun teacher’ you smiled and he smiled back. You stood outside the classroom door and you cleared your throat. ‘Well, uh, I gotta go… but i'll talk to you later?’

@gcld-rush​ @spideyspeaches​ @dxestars​ @wukindly​ anyone else im forgetting. i cant remmeeber anymore. Itslate leave me along

[lockefanfic]

Business Trip: Pt 36 - Coach

Spoiler warning: As always, if you’re not caught up on Business Trip you can catch up at AFF.

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Jeongyeon lets a soft gasp of surprise escape her lips at her new position, her arms tied up above her head. For a few long, beautiful seconds, the three of you take in the sight of her tight, slim body, exposed and vulnerable, ready and willing for whatever was to be done to it.

“Miss Kim,” Mina says, interrupting the silence that had overtaken the room, “do you have your phone?”

“Y-Yes, V-Vice Principal,” is Dahyun’s answer. The pale girl seemed stupefied by the sight of Jeongyeon’s tied up, mostly naked body, and she gives her head a shake as if to bring herself back down to Earth.

“You like to watch, don’t you? Perhaps you can… record this test, for future reference.”

Mina’s suggestion perks the interest of everyone in the room, including Dahyun, who slowly retrieves her phone from the inside pocket of her grey blazer.

“Of-of course, Vice Principal,” the young woman says, as she unlocks her phone and captures Jeongyeon’s bound, near naked body in the centre of the frame. You take Dahyun’s small nod towards Mina to mean that she was now recording.

The Japanese girl takes soft steps towards Jeongyeon, the end of her bonds in one hand, her other reaching out to graze the soft, creamy skin beneath Jeongyeon’s left breast, tracing a path beneath it with her fingertips. When she is behind the helpless Korean girl, she reaches around her torso with both hands, cupping both of the girl’s breasts. From over her captive’s shoulder, Mina addresses you directly, every syllable of her words dripping with lust.

“I think we’re ready now, Mr. Principal - for you to test the limits of this young woman’s body.”

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“The cereal is part of the meal too, Jeongyeon.”

The girl looks up at you with daggers in her eyes, offended by the idea that someone could disapprove of her eating habits. As though challenging you directly, she continues to pick out the marshmallow pieces from her bowl of breakfast cereal with her spoon, glaring at you with each piece of crystallized sugar she pops into her mouth. The normal cereal pieces float around in a pool of milk - untouched, unwanted, and uneaten.

“I’ll eat my cereal the way I damn well please,” she states, the playfulness of her tone belying the fierceness of her words. 

“You shouldn’t waste your food, Ms. Yoo.”

“You can’t give me orders outside of the office, boss.”

“You’re right - I guess I prefer it when you give me orders instead,” you answer, looking over towards the hotel room’s couch, where the remnants of a policewoman’s uniform were strewn haphazardly about, evidence of the previous night’s escapades. Jeongyeon follows your gaze, and a sly smile appears on her lips, even as a blush of pink appears on her cheeks.

The image of her riding you the night before flashes through your mind, that tall, slim body of hers naked aside from her open uniform blouse and the policewoman’s hat atop her mess of silver grey hair. And that was only the first time of three - the young woman had an insatiable appetite, especially when roleplay was involved. She was quite innovative in her use of handcuffs and a police baton…

“Maybe if you obeyed the law, you wouldn’t have had to be punished.”

“Maybe I like breaking the law. Maybe I like being punished.”

“Maybe you should keep breaking it, and see what happens to you then.”

“Maybe I will,” you answer, liking what you saw in the young woman’s eyes. 

“Maybe you should,” she replies, shaking you from your memories of the night before, “although I do think that uniform’s seen better days. It might need a wash,” she finishes with a faux sigh.

You smirk, knowing that the uniform was probably filthy from what the two of you had done whilst she was wearing it. “Too bad, I was hoping to pay that policewoman another visit today, perhaps at the office.”

Jeongyeon perks up at the thought of a midday session, a naughty smile appearing on those mischievous lips of hers. 

“I think I can find something to wear today that you might like.”

“Really?”

“Really,” she says, her tone all seduction now, all sly and devious. Eyes locked on yours, she picks out the final marshmallow from her bowl of cereal and pops it into her mouth before rising from the table. Her long, perfect legs left bare by the thin tank top that is her only article of clothing, she starts to walk towards the open luggage carrier on the other side of the room, not caring a bit that she was half naked, knowing your eyes were glued to her every step, her every movement. When she drops to her knees to rummage through her luggage, she gives you a perfect view of her round butt, those full thighs, and the wonderful, soft pink lips between her thighs.

“Found it,” she says, pulling a few articles of clothing from the depths of her large carrier. Her back was to you and didn’t have a good view of what it was.

“What is it?” you ask from the table, struggling to keep yourself from pouncing on the young woman.

“It’s a secret,” she answers, rising from her knees and covering the clothing in her arms with her torso as she heads towards the washroom, “Hey, is there a changing room or locker room somewhere in the office we can use during our… meeting?”

“Yeah, there’s one on the roof by the hot tub,” you answer, knowing it well from your session with Seolhyun.

“Good. Better get ready for work, we don’t want to be late.”

Yoo Jeongyeon shuts the washroom door behind her and you soon hear her starting a shower. You are half tempted to join her and enact some measure of revenge for the liberties she took with you the night before, but you resign yourself to waiting for whatever plan it was she had in store for you in the office. You smile to yourself, then you reach over and pour yourself a bowl of cereal.

In the washroom, Jeongyeon sighs as she lets the water flow down her body. She had hoped that your breakup with Momo and her subsequent departure from the team had taken her out of the picture as a rival for your attention. Momo’s reappearance, however, worried her. As pleasurable as the last night was for the both of you, she couldn’t shake the thought that she was just a temporary distraction, a side piece before you got back together with Momo, or chose Sana, or reignited things with Nayeon...

The young woman sighs as she leans against the shower wall, trying her best to control her emotions. Her gaze drifts to the sink, where, next to the costume she was going to pack for later that day, there is a small black box - a gift that she wasn’t sure she could ever gather up the courage to give you.

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The ceiling of the locker room atop the JYP Seoul office was of a modern, sleek design, with cleanly cut wooden beams crisscrossing in a neat, aesthetically pleasing pattern. There were three large beams across, with additional diagonal beams sprouting from each one like branches on a tree. The upper foot or so of the four walls was filled in with frosted glass, painting the natural wood finish of the beams in the gold and yellow of Seoul’s midday sun.

Normally you wouldn’t have given the ceiling much more than a casual glance and acknowledgement of the modern, sleek architectural style that pervaded much of Seoul’s newer buildings. 

But at the moment you were looking for something, anything, to distract yourself from the pleasure Yoo Jeongyeon was giving you, doing your best to last as long as you possibly could - although she was doing her best to defeat your efforts. Not that you minded in the slightest, not when her efforts meant a steadily rising tide of pleasure that had you gasping for breath.

Your grip on her hips tighten slightly as you seek another outlet, another distraction to keep from cumming too soon. Your palms and fingers dig into the soft skin of her wide hips, guiding her up and down as she rode you while you sat on one of the locker room benches. She had started riding you face to face, which was wonderful enough - but when she turned around, supporting herself with her hands on your knees while she was squatting between your legs, using her entire body to pump your cock in and out of her tight, slick heat - that was when you came close to truly losing it.

“Is this… is this good for you, coach?”

“Fuck… fuck yes, Miss Yoo. Your pussy feels amazing.”

“Will it...fuck… will it help me get on the team?”

“Mmm… It’s definitely helping your chances.”

“Mmmm… fuck, you feel so big inside me, coach… oh…. Oh god, I’m so close, coach. I’m… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum!”

You look down and watch as Jeongyeon’s round, firm butt crashes against your crotch with each dip of her body, the tight, pink lips of her pussy wrapped tightly around your glistening shaft. Your right hand drifts down between her round cheeks, finding the pursed ring of her ass - and teasing it lightly with the tip of your thumb. 

It was as though you had flipped a switch - with one last crash of her hips against your crotch Jeongyeon cums, her quivering arms struggling to hold up her body between your legs as she is reduced to a wet, hot mess atop your crotch. You wrap your arms around her slim torso in an effort to keep her steady, slipping beneath her pink and white rugby shirt to enjoy the feel of her warm, sweaty skin beneath your palms as she quivers and trembles atop you, even as her pussy pulsates and squeezes you tightly inside her.

She is still shaking, still taking heavy breaths a minute later, trying in vain to catch her breath and recover from the pleasurable peak she’d just reached. You are content to let her do so, happy to sit there with this gorgeous young woman in your lap, impaled to the hilt with your cock.

You reach up and fondle her round breast with one hand beneath her jersey, enjoying the soft purr that leaves her throat as your fingers play with her sensitive mound, your index finger and thumb teasing her stiff nipple. You place soft kisses on the back of her neck, savoring the sweetness of her skin made salty with her sweat. Jeongyeon tilts her head to give you better access to the soft skin at her nape, letting a soft moan of light pleasure escape her lips with each tender kiss and lick.

Soon she is grinding against your crotch again, moving her hips in circular motions, swirling your cock inside her body as though she were using it to stir around the hot flesh inside her. The rugby cleats she has on click and clack against the smooth floor with each movement of her legs - she’d kept her knee high socks and cleats on while she fucked herself on your cock, and it was a hell of a turn on.

“Fuck, you’re so big, coach. So fucking big and thick inside me.”

“Mmm… and you’re so fucking tight, Jeongyeon. And so fucking wet. Does fucking your coach make you this wet?”

“Mmm, hell yes, coach. Mmm. Tell me what you want me to do. Tell me how you want to fuck me. Tell me where you want to cum. I’m yours. I’ll do anything to get onto the team…”

The possibilities were endless, and your mind had no shortage of ideas for things you wanted to do to Jeongyeon and her tight, slim body. You squeeze a little tighter on her breast, eliciting a sharp gasp from the young woman - and her pussy tenses around you, as though mirroring her external response with an internal one. You bring your lips to her ear and whisper.

“I want you to-”

At that moment you hear the sound of metal sliding on metal, and it takes you second to fully comprehend what that sound meant, so engrossed were you in the heat and lust of the moment. But your brain finally registers the sound as the opening of the locker room door - and the steps of two pairs of heels on the polished smooth floor.

“...and this is the locker room, with showers for your use should you need,” comes the voice of Kim Dahyun.

“Thank you,” is the response, from a female voice you hadn’t heard in awhile.

The two women turn the corner from the locker room’s foyer, and suddenly you are face to face with Kim Dahyun and Miyoui Mina - whilst buried to the hilt inside Jeongyeon.

Jeongyeon shrieks - an understandable reaction, given the circumstances, and she quickly slides off your shaft, revealing for a moment your glistening cock as she grabs her discarded white shorts from the floor and covers herself as best she could, quickly sitting next to you on the bench as though hoping you could prevent the two newcomers from seeing her. You grab your discarded pants off the floor as well, and cover your still erect cock as best you could.

Dahyun gasps, the pale girl turning a shade of pink you’d only seen once - when she watched as you fucked Tzuyu, and cleaned up afterward.

“Oh my g-g-god!,” she gasps, bringing a hand to cover her open mouth, “I… I-I’m sorry, sir. I was just showing Miss Miyoui around and e-ensuring her k-keycard worked for access t-t-to the locker rooms… I-I’m sorry, we’ll go-”

“Miss Kim,” Mina suddenly says, her tone short and sharp, “Who said you could leave?”

Your assistant looks flustered, and she looks first to you for some sort of guidance. You give her a short nod, and with your implied permission she faces Mina once again and gives her an apologetic bow.

“I-I’m sorry, Miss Miyoui.”

“Now then,” Mina says as she turns to you and crosses her arms, “what exactly is going on here, Mr. Principal?”

Mina referring to you as the Principal instantly calls back the last intimate experience you’d had with her - and Jeongyeon, and Choa - during your vacation in Hawaii. You had to admit that of all the times you’d expected to be put back in that position, this one - with you being caught mid session with Jeongyeon in the company locker room - was probably the last set of circumstances you could have pictured.

“Umm… well you see, Miss Vice Principal…” you stammer, unable to come up with words.

Mina takes the opportunity to walk slowly over to Jeongyeon, who is still unsettled and surprised by the unexpected nature of the entire situation; but when the Japanese girl bends over and raises her chin with long, dainty fingers, you notice a look of acceptance - or even eagerness - appear on her face. When Mina bends and lowers her face closer to Jeongyeon’s, the Korean girl licks her lips - unconsciously, you presume.

“Miss Yoo here wants to make it on the rugby team,” you announce, “and she was just providing me with reasons why she should be on it.”

“Is that so,” Mina says as she straightens and crosses her arms once again, staring down at Jeongyeon with a look of faux contempt, “Well, I must say - I think if she were to join the team she should be… tested.”

“Care to elaborate, Miss Vice Principal?”

“Rugby is a very physical sport. I would hope that Miss Yoo here would have the physical ability to withstand the roughness she would encounter out on the pitch. This body of hers… needs to be put to the test.”

“And what did you have in mind for such a test, Miss Vice Principal?” you ask, your attention peaked.

With one last look at Jeongyeon, Mina strolls over to the rack of gym equipment nearby. For the first time you are able to get a good look at her; you knew she was returning from Europe, but didn’t know she was scheduled to start today. She looked more beautiful than ever, still possessive of that ethereal beauty and grace she always had. Her newly blonde hair flowed around her shoulders and down her back in a waterfall of woven gold, softly waving with each of her steps.

Mina returns to the three of you with a jump rope, playing lazily with the long length of braided cord with her long, slim fingers. It looked like a longer length of rope than that used by a single jumper; it looked to be the kind used for multiple people. She ties a small loop towards one end of the rope.

“Stand, Miss Yoo. And remove your jersey - we don’t need it getting in the way of this… evaluation.”

Jeongyeon rises from the bench and slips off her jersey; the fact that she was now naked aside from her cleats and knee high socks was evidently of little consequence to her, now that she had been given a new role to play. The promise of pleasure had overcome the fear of embarrassment.

“Yes, Vice Principal,” she says, her tone that of a girl who was having her fantasies fulfilled. She was already atisfied when it was just you and her; the introduction of more people into her fantasy only increased her need.

Without a word Mina tosses one end of the jump rope, the end with the loop, over the crossbeam directly above Jeongyeon. The thrown end lands squarely in her open palm; every movement the young lawyer made was so graceful, so poised and purposeful. Taking Jeongyeon’s hands, she slips the loop over both of her wrists and pulls the other end of the rope, pulling the Korean girl’s arms over her head.

Jeongyeon lets a soft gasp of surprise escape her lips at her new position, her arms tied up above her head. For a few long, beautiful seconds, the three of you take in the sight of her tight, slim body, exposed and vulnerable, ready and willing for whatever was to be done to it.

“Miss Kim,” Mina says, interrupting the silence that had overtaken the room, “do you have your phone?”

“Y-Yes, V-Vice Principal,” is Dahyun’s answer. The pale girl seemed stupefied by the sight of Jeongyeon’s tied up, mostly naked body, and she gives her head a shake as if to bring herself back down to Earth.

“You like to watch, don’t you? Perhaps you can… record this test, for future reference.”

Mina’s suggestion perks the interest of everyone in the room, including Dahyun, who slowly retrieves her phone from the inside pocket of her grey blazer.

“Of-of course, Vice Principal,” the young woman says, as she unlocks her phone and captures Jeongyeon’s bound, near naked body in the centre of the frame. You take Dahyun’s small nod towards Mina to mean that she was now recording.

The Japanese girl takes soft steps towards Jeongyeon, the end of her bonds in one hand, her other reaching out to graze the soft, creamy skin beneath Jeongyeon’s left breast, tracing a path beneath it with her fingertips. When she is behind the helpless Korean girl, she reaches around her torso with both hands, cupping both of the girl’s breasts. From over her captive’s shoulder, Mina addresses you directly, every syllable of her words dripping with lust.

“I think we’re ready now, Mr. Principal - for you to test the limits of this body.”

Taking a moment to take in the sheer eroticism of the scene in front of you, and drawing in a deep breath to prepare yourself as best you could physically, you rise from the bench, tossing aside the pants you were using to conceal your still-stiff cock. You catch Jeongyeon’s eyes, half-lidded with pleasure as Mina continues to toy with her breasts - and the look you see on her face makes you crazy with the need to take her, fuck her, truly test her the way Mina, and Jeongyeon herself, wanted you to.

When you reach the tied up Korean girl Mina grasps her by the shoulders, spinning her around so her back is facing you. She gives her bonds a little more slack, allowing Jeongyeon to bend over whilst still standing; only the jump rope, tied tightly around her wrists, is keeping her bent over body from falling over, her long, perfect legs spread slightly to reveal the delicious, slick pink flesh between her thighs.

Taking up position behind her, you take a moment to savor the sight of it - of Jeongyeon’s bent body and every single delicious curve of it. You are driven by hunger and lust and need; and it is a drive you can’t fight off for long. You take your cock, still glistening with her juices, and press it between her splayed, hungry pussy lips. Then, with a quick thrust of your hips, you bury yourself inside her once more.

Jeongyeon lets out a long, sensual moan escape her lips as she is filled once again; the thrust of your cock into her wanton pussy drives her body forward, right into Mina’s waiting embrace. The Japanese girl has a look of utter satisfaction on her face - the look of someone whose plans were unfolding perfectly before her eyes.

“Now now, Miss Yoo. Did you think just letting the coach have his way with your pussy would be enough to get you on the team?”

Jeongyeon is rendered speechless, almost stupefied by what was happening to her. It is all she can do to shake her head.

“I didn’t think so. We did say we’d test your entire body, after all.”

With her free hand Mina begins to undo the buttons of the striped sweater she is wearing, revealing the creamy, perfect skin of her chest and cleavage. She proceeds to undo the buttons of her black skirt, and with a little shimmy of her hips the garment falls from her hips - to reveal her complete lack of underwear.

“You have to make me cum, Miss Yoo. If I don’t cum, then you don’t either. And if you don’t cum, well, then the coach can’t cum either, can he? And that would be most unfortunate, because you do want his cum, don’t you, Miss Yoo?”

“Y-yes, Miss Vice Principal,” is Jeongyeon’s weak reply, barely able to form words given the simultaneous assaults of pleasure on her body. 

“Are you ready, Miss Kim?” Mina asks, turning to Dahyun. Your executive assistant is still holding up her phone with one hand, although you note with interest that her left hand has drifted towards the hem of her own skirt. Her thighs are squirming, rubbing against each other, perhaps in some not-so-subtle attempt to find her own pleasure at the scene playing out in front of her. Less than a half hour ago she was giving a colleague a tour of the office; now she was filming a threesome with her boss and two of his team members. It is all she could do to give Mina a short nod that appeared more enthusiastic than she thought it was.

“Good. Then you may begin, coach.”

You are surprised at how eager you were to have Mina give you permission to start - being buried to the hilt inside Jeongyeon’s warm, wet pussy, understandably, made you impatient to begin fucking her again. But when Mina finally gives you the green light and you draw your aching cock from the bound, helpless Korean girl’s pussy, you are happy to finally begin to satiate those needs.

When you thrust inside Jeongyeon once again the deep moan that leaves her throat is muffled at her mouth - because it is filled with Mina’s left breast. Mina has slipped her sweater over her shoulders, revealing the Japanese girl’s perfectly shaped breasts, and Jeongyeon wastes no time in capturing one of her tight, taut nipples in her mouth and sucking deeply.

The sight playing out in front of you - Jeongyeon sucking and licking Mina’s tits, her hands bound over her head as you fuck her from behind - was probably one of the most erotic sights you’d ever seen in your life. Adding to it is the devilish look on Mina’s face as she watches you fuck the bound Korean girl that is sandwiched between you. Mina gave off the aura of an ice princess sometimes, and whilst you knew she had a heart of gold beneath it all, you also knew she possessed a devilish streak; one that only really saw itself emerge during group sex.

With long, powerful strokes you begin to fuck Jeongyeon, quickly settling into a steady rhythm, each thrust of your stiff cock into her pussy driving her entire body towards Mina. Jeongyeon’s moans and sighs of pleasure were beautiful enough, but the fact that they were muffled by the mouthful of Mina’s breasts filling the Korean girl’s mouth made it so much more erotic. 

It was all so much to take in - the sight of Jeongyeon’s perfect body, bent over and bound with her arms over her head, sweat beading on her slim back and flowing down her torso and those round, full cheeks of her ass, rippling and bouncing with each thrust into the tight wet heat between her legs; the sight of Mina’s face, so perfectly sculpted and princess-like, gradually being broken down as the Korean girl between the two of you plays havoc on her sensitive breasts; and finally Dahyun, standing a few feet away, struggling to keep her phone level to record it all, her left hand having long since drifted beneath her skirt to pleasure herself - it was all almost too much to handle.

For long, beautiful minutes you and Mina take your liberties with Jeongyeon’s bound body, her tight, slim form suspended by the ropes at her wrists as she is rocked back and forth by your thrusting cock, her face buried in Mina’s perfect chest. Her pussy is slick and tight and hot around you, the chorus of erotic gasps and moans leaving the throats of the three women in the room more than enough to drive you insane with pleasure. It only encourages you, only drives you to fuck the mewling young woman a little harder, thrusting again and again into her wet, slick hole, your hands gripping her wide hips tightly in an effort to drive yourself even deeper into her helpless, but wanton, body. 

“Oh, fuck! Fuck… fuck… fuck me, coach!” Jeongyeon moans, finally releasing Mina’s nipple from between her lips, eliciting a sigh of displeasure from the Japanese girl. For a few thrusts she is content to watch as you up your pace slightly, hammering in and out of the bound girl’s pussy as she struggles to remain upright on wobbly legs, the jump rope tied around her wrists and the support of Mina’s torso the only things keeping her standing.

“I think this position is keeping Miss Yoo’s skills from truly being tested,” Mina observes, her tone matter-of-fact and straightforward, as though she weren’t currently involved in a threesome.

“How… do you… think… we should… test her, Vice Principal?” you answer, each word being punctuated with a thrust into Jeongyeon’s needy, slick pussy.

“Like this,” Mina says, and she lets go of the rope, letting it fall from the crossbeam. She catches the rope as it falls - it was almost as if she’d done this before - and she promptly leads Jeongyeon, still bound by the rope around her wrists, to the nearby bench, dragging her along like her own personal prisoner. Once seated Mina spreads her legs, and pulls on the rope, dragging Jeongyeon off your cock and down to her knees between her open thighs. You watch as Mina takes a moment to appreciate the sight of the helpless girl between her legs, before looking back up at you.

“You may continue, coach.”

You take a moment of your own to relish the sight of Jeongyeon’s head between Mina’s legs before you fall to your own knees behind Jeongyeon, burying yourself inside her once more. Soon you are fucking her behind as she begins to eat Mina’s pussy - and the sight of it drives you insane.

“Mmmm,” Mina mewls, her eyes closing involuntarily as she lets her pleasure show outwardly for the first time, “it seems Miss Yoo’s body is quite… adequate… at handling this test. Do you agree, coach?”

“Yes… I do… Miss… Vice Principal,” you say between thrusts into Jeongyeon. Each entry into her body pushes her mouth deeper into Mina’s pussy; and the sight of Mina’s usually cold and proper exterior slowly gradually breaking down brought a smirk of satisfaction to your face.

“Mmmmffmm,” Jeongyeon moans - you weren’t sure how much experience, if any, she had in orally pleasuring another woman, but the gradually rising pitch of the moans leaving Mina’s throat meant she must have been good at it.

“I… oh! I think… Miss Yoo… oh, yes, right there!” Mina gasps, her left hand grasping the back of Jeongyeon’s scalp, her fingers digging into silver grey hair, pressing the Korean girl’s face into her own pussy.

You do your best to try to hang on, but each thrust into Jeongyeon’s pussy drove you closer and closer to your limits; the Korean girl’s pulsating walls, gradually tightening around you, must have meant she was close to her own limits as well.

“I… I think Miss Yoo is… close… to passing… this test, Vice Principal.”

“I… I… oh god, yes…. I think… Mmmm, yes! I think… oh, I’m cumming!”

Mina orgasms, her left hand dropping the jump rope and joining her right as she grasps Jeongyeon’s skull in an attempt to press her tongue deeper into the wet, hot flesh between her spread legs. She quickly becomes a shaking, quivering mess as Jeongyeon’s mouth drives her to orgasm, the pleasure overtaking her senses as her eyes shut and her mouth becomes a frozen “o,” gasping for breath.

After a few beautiful seconds she finally releases Jeongyeon from the death grip she had on her skull.

“Ohhh… oh god, I’m going to cum too!” the Korean girl gasps; for all the effort she had put into eating Mina, she too was being fucked all the while, and she was quickly being overwhelmed by it all - by the helplessness of her bound wrists, the deliciousness of Mina’s slick, hot pussy on her mouth, and by the thick, hard meat continually pumping in and out of her body the whole time.

“Mmm, cum for us, Miss Yoo!” Mina gasps.

Jeongyeon lets out a long, sultry, lustful moan as she orgasms for the second time, the note long and drawn out as she finally achieves release for the pleasure that has taken over every inch of her body. Her pussy pulsates and quivers around you, and you soon find yourself on the edge; but you needed to hear it, needed to hear her beg for it - and you knew Jeongyeon would be happy to oblige. She always was.

“I… I’m going to cum soon, Miss Yoo.”

“Mmm, do it… cum inside me, coach. Please… fill me… fill me up with cum!”

“Do it, coach. Fill her up!” Mina hisses, having evidently recovered enough from her own orgasm to encourage you, stroking the back of Jeongyeon’s head with gentle touches as her body winds down.

“C… c-cum inside that pussy!” Dahyun exclaims, and you glance over to see that she is still standing there on shaky legs, still barely holding up her phone to record it all - and still knuckles deep inside herself.

“Please..” Jeongyeon says softly, turning her tired head just enough to look back at you, “Please, cum inside me.” 

For a moment the roleplay disappeared, along with Mina and Dahyun and the entirety of the ridiculously erotic scene that you had just found yourselves a part of. For a moment there is only Jeongyeon, and the pleading and sincere affection you find in her eyes is what finally throws you over the edge.

With one last strong thrust you bury yourself inside her warm, slick pussy before you cum, filling her with spurt after spurt of hot, thick seed. The sheer quantity of it surprises the both of you, and it is soon overflowing out of her cock and cum stuffed pussy, leaking onto her flushed, full thighs and beginning to leak down her legs.

You almost pass out from the pleasure; your senses almost shut down from the overload of sensations. You are only barely aware of your gradually softening cock slipping out of Jeongyeon’s sore pussy, letting a veritable stream of slick, hot juices - both yours and hers, to drip freely from her splayed, drenched lips, and onto the locker room floor.

The next few minutes are a blur. When you finally regain some semblance of coherency you are vaguely aware of Jeongyeon sitting on the bench next to Mina; both young women are watching intently as Dahyun, sitting between Jeongyeon’s spread thighs, licks the slick juices from her pussy. You struggle to find a seat on the bench opposite the scene, and you find a sly smile appearing on your lips as you watch your executive assistant feasting on her colleague’s pussy. 

After a few moments Dahyun raises her face, stained with cum, from between Jeongyeon’s legs. When Mina spreads her legs next, the younger Korean girl wastes no time, diving between the Japanese girl’s thighs. The look of pleasurable satisfaction that appears on Mina’s face quickly tells you all you need to know about the effectiveness of Dahyun’s tongue. Dahyun is not satisfied with simply cleaning out her friends’ pussies with her mouth; her right hand works busily between her own legs, and soon she is quivering and trembling as she continues to lick the slick juices from Mina’s juicy, slippery pussy.

Jeongyeon, leaning back against the locker room wall and still struggling to catch her breath, finally catches your eyes. There is a look of “oh my god what the hell just happened” on her face, but that soon leaves, to be replaced with a look of sincere affection. The smile on her face is not a “that was a good fuck” smile; it is a fond smile of adoration, and it warms your heart to see it. 

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The rest of the day at the office passed by relatively quickly; truth be told you’d spent most of it recovering, reminiscing, or both, about the events in the locker room earlier that day. Your meeting with Momo to discuss her plan to capture Irene was still a bit less than a week away, and so you were able to concentrate on non-Irene related matters for the time being.

The last meeting of the day finally ends, and the members of your team are happy to have another day in the books, each of them packing up their things and getting ready to head home, back to the hotel, or out for happy hour drinks. 

Jeongyeon lingers in the meeting room after everyone else had left.

“I want to go home to the hotel, but my knees are like jelly right now,” she states matter-of-factly, leaning onto the conference room table for support.

“I hear you,” you agree. You’d had plenty of exhausting sessions with the girls over the last few months, but none as exhausting as that one, and you could only imagine how it felt for Jeongyeon, being quite literally at the center of it all.

“Listen, boss…” Jeongyeon begins. She toys with her fingers, her feet shuffling nervously.

“What’s up?”

“Okay, this is stupid. Whatever, okay? I got you a present. It’s nothing big. You’ll probably think it’s stupid. I dunno. Here.”

The suddenly shy Korean girl retrieves a small black box from her backpack and tosses it at you. Caught off guard, you just barely manage to catch it, before you realize it is a rectangular jewelry case. Opening it slowly reveals a silver chain long enough for a bracelet. In the centre of the chain is what appeared to be a rectangle of wood, framed and set with silver.

“Do you remember when those SM guys almost caught us, in that alley?” Jeongyeon explains, as though reading your mind. Her eyes are still staring at her feet, as though she were afraid of what she might see if she looked in your eyes. 

“Yes,” you answer, “and I remember you picking up some random piece of wood to use as a weapon.”

“I picked it up because I wanted to fight with you. Even if we were going to go down, I wanted to be there with you. Go down swinging, y’know? An epic last stand, like in the video games. Anyway I wanted to give you something to remind you of that… and how I’ll always be there for you. As your teammate, as your friend… or maybe something more. To fight with you. Or for you. Whatever it takes.”

You are awestruck by the present, and by the young woman’s sincerity.

“I know, it’s stupid, okay? I dunno. Whatever, you don’t have to wear it. Ugh! This was so stupid. What was I thinking? I should go. My… favorite streamer is live, and I don’t want to miss it... yeah, that’s it. Can’t be late. Good night, boss.”

Jeongyeon snatches up her bag and almost runs out of the room - you want to stop her, but you are still unable to move, still rendered speechless by the depth and sincerity of the young woman.

You take a few moments to admire the bracelet and all it stood for. Smiling, you slip it onto your wrist.

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Author’s Note: Jeongyeon still best girl. :P

Whelp, that happened. Apologies for the delay for this chapter - I’ve been distracted both by real life and by other writing projects - I’ve been really into short little drabbles lately and I wrote three of them when I really should have been working on this chapter, lol. Be sure to check those out and let me know what you think, and if you’d like to see more.

As always, thanks for your support, guys. It’s the comments on AFF and the asks/msgs on tumblr (lockefanfic.tumblr.com) that really motivate me to keep writing. Thanks all, and stay safe out there :)