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sweetestofchaos · 2 years ago

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FAVORITE TREAT - 1.1K

Parings: Mark Tuan / Black!Reader

Genre/Trope: Smut - Established Relationship

Rating: 18+

Summary: Mark just wants a little taste...

Warnings: Oral (fem receiving), Fingering, Cum Eating, Light Spanking, Cursing, Exhibitionism, Mark is a horn dog!

a/n: if this is ringing any bells for ya, I posted this some time last year and freaking Tumblr ate it. I cannot for the life of me find the original post or the gif that was used. I am heartbroken ‘cause the gif was the whole reason this came about. Also the smut is pretty straight forward, so the story starts under the cut!

“Or I could taste you right now?” Tilting his head back and to the side, Mark smiles at you and licks his lips. ‘How can he say something so dirty and look so cute?’ You find yourself wondering as you stare at your boyfriend beside you. Got7 is due to go on stage within the next half hour and here Mark is talking about eating you out. As if reading your mind Mark giggles and scoots closer to you, resting his large hand on your bare knee. “I can make it quick baby girl. You just have to sit there and look pretty…” Mark’s hand slowly moves up your thigh, sending shivers down your spin as his fingertips glide across your bare skin. When Mark asked you to wear a dress tonight, you did so without question and now you know why. Pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, Mark smirks and glances down at your thighs.

“Can I have a little taste?” Mark stops his hand just below the hem of your dress making your mind battle between lust and common sense. The guys could walk in at any moment, hell anyone could walk in at any moment. Mark still has to get his makeup done; won’t the makeup artist smell your sex on his breath? Mark will be on stage singing to his fans, giving them all the fan service they want with the taste of you on his tongue. Mark always looks so good between your thighs and his hair is so soft…Mark smirks as he watches you lose the battle in your head. Leaning down, Mark peppers small open-mouthed kisses to your neck and he giggles when a moan slips past your lips.

Pulling away Mark grins, “Face the door and put that ass up baby girl.” Doing as asked, you get on your hands and knees; folding your arms underneath you and resting your head on top making sure to arch your back just enough to give Mark the perfect view of your ass. “You knew this was going to happen, right baby?” Mark places his hands on the back of your thighs and slowly pushes your dress up. “All the dresses you own, and you picked the yellow one? You know how much I like my baby girl in yellow.” The cool air of the room hits your skin, and you shiver. “Such a pretty contrast on your skin tone…” Mark smirks at the pale green lace thong you are wearing, he loves it when you were Earth and Sky tones. “When the sun kissed the Earth, beauty was born.” Pushing your thong down your legs, Mark lowers himself and presses a soft kiss to the small of your back.

“You have always been wonderful,” Mark trails his kisses down the left side of your ass, and you bite your lower lip. Grabbing both cheeks in his hands, Mark wiggles your butt before he spreads it apart. “So wet…I haven’t even touched you yet.” Leaning in Mark licks a solid strip between your folds, and you squirm from the sudden warmth and wetness. Mark rests his forehead on your ass and groans, “Fuck…baby,” Mark sighs in delight and buries his face between your legs. You bite you lip and clamp a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. Mark’s tongue is wild, the way his suckles at your clit sends your heart into overdrive and when his nose presses against your entrance…you are seeing stars!

“M-Mark!” His name falls from your lips in a needy wine and Mark hums against you, sending the most delicious shock waves of pleasure through your entire body. Your body is on fire, every nerve is alive and waiting for your release. The coil in your lower stomach gets tighter and tighter and you moan when Mark’s tongue thrusts into you.

Smack!

You throw your head back and gasp as Mark brings his hand down on your ass. “Oooohh fuck!” You start to wiggle your hips against Mark’s face, throwing your ass back and Mark can’t help but groan as he watches you fuck his tongue. Your moans are getting louder and Mark smirks to himself; he knows that whoever walks by can probably hear you and he knows that whoever walks in will get smacked in the face by the strong scent of sex in the air. Mark loves it.

“Cum for me baby girl, cum for me ____.” Mark kisses your thighs and groans as you start to beg for more. “More?” Mark easily slides two fingers into your dripping hole. “Anything for you baby girl…” Mark curls his ringer and middle finger, finding that sweet spot without any trouble. You body shutters and you struggle for breath as he finger fucks you into your orgasm.

“Urrggg! Ohhhhh M-Mark!”

“That’s a good girl. Yes, yes, yes…” Mark purrs and quickly attaches his mouth to your weeping pussy. He rides out your release and swallows everything you give to him, only pulling his fingers free from between your legs once you stop clenching around them. Licking his fingers clean, Mark pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and stares down at your pleasured hole. “You really are my favorite treat to eat baby girl. Thank you.” Mark stand from the couch, grabs a towel and bottle of water and comes back to you.

“Let me clean you up ____. I’m sorry if it’s a little cold,” Mark whispers softly as he pours some of the water onto the towel. Slowly and carefully Mark wipes you down and after he helps you get yourself situated before he wipes down the leather couch.

Standing up, you walk over to the mirrors and check to see if you need to touch up your hair and makeup. You definitely need to fix your hair; your edges and some loose strands of hair have started to curl making you frown. Thankfully, you packed your edge control and quickly fix what you see is wrong. You glance at Mark in the mirror and heat attacks your face as you see him watching you. “What?”

Mark shakes his head and walks over to you. He wraps his arms around your waist and presses a kiss to your shoulder. “Do you want some help?”

“Do you want to help?” Mark smiles which makes you laugh. Sitting down in the chair, you hand Mark a brush from your purse, “Don’t go too crazy.” Mark carefully pulls the hair tie from your hair and parts your hair right down the middle. You watch as Mark skillfully brushes and twists your hair into two neat braids on either side of your head. “Hump…” You smile at Mark and place a kiss on his cheek. “Not bad. I give it a solid eight out of ten.”

Mark narrows his eyes at you, “An eight?”

“They are a little uneven babe.”

Mark stares hard at his handy work and frowns. “Damn, you right. Sorry ____.” Mark warps you in his arms and you clasp your hands around the back of Mark’s neck. “Do you still love me?”

“Always.”

Mark grins at your answers and presses his lips to yours. “I love you Y/N.”

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youarejesting · 4 years ago

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Sly like a... ? - Part 1

[Master list] [Sly Master List] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story. Words: 1.6k

Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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Humans always strived to be better, faster, and stronger. So it was only natural for them to turn to genetic manipulation. Splicing the human DNA with that of animals. Bringing about a new half-human, half-animal race called Hybrids. They were like most things humans deemed different, scary, and an abomination. They were not allowed to be independent in fear of rebellion against the elite pure humans. These Hybrids were soon seen as lesser compared to the pure humans and were quick to be sold as servants to the rich and shady, and pets to the common families. The only problem was when the families no longer wanted their designer pedigree hybrid they were either abandoned, sold, or worse.

Hybrids didn’t have a voice. They were not allowed to live on their own unless they were fully educated with a bachelor’s degree. Due to these standards, many were sent back to the adoption agencies to be rehomed again and again until they reached a certain age. Then they were put down to make room for more returned hybrids.

You were working with the government on a program that could fix the hybrid rehoming issue. Having presented your idea to the board they seemed interested and were willing to grant you a small fund if you could give them the results they needed. They gave you a handful of Hybrids, one being Jimin the poster boy for the government. He was genetically modified to create a male calico with the classic calico print which was only found on females.

They succeeded and though Jimin was a male his features were more on the feminine side making him seem too androgynous but not what the market wanted. He was left to be used as a model on new billboards and television advertisements for government services and legislations regarding Hybrids.

Another participant was your neighbor’s hybrid, Taehyung. He was a golden retriever and was volunteered by his owner, an older gentleman who recently lost his wife. He was worried for the young hybrid that one day when he shall pass he will be alone and scared. You were quick to guarantee him a place in the program to help him become more self-sufficient in case anything should happen.

You were currently packing your things, not that there was much, living in such a tiny apartment. However, you were preparing for a call within the week regarding moving into a larger government-funded home where you could comfortably house the number of new participants of your trial program. The place was fully furnished with everything a large family of hybrids would need, all you had to bring was your clothes. Everything else was paid for to create the perfect environment for the hybrids. Rent, utilities, food, and anything the hybrids needed were all reimbursed by the government.

Since it would be a few days before you would hear anything, you thought it was best to start thinking of activities for the hybrids to get to know one another. Whilst also basking in your last moments of freedom before devoting yourself to the program.

On that note, you had finally finished packing and decided to spend your hybrid-free moments treating yourself to some food. Pulled from your thoughts of a delicious omelet by a loud ping from your jean pocket. A reminder on your phone in bold letters.

H-week!

Today marked the first day of your heat, this explained the nagging twinge in your back you had been ignoring, you thought it was from hunching over to pack. Searching your top draw you saw the empty blister packet of heat suppressants, great another thing to add to your ever-growing to-do list. The pharmacy was a little further than the restaurant you wished to visit but not too far out of the way. So you set off hoping to get back in time before it gets too dark, your eyes did funny things at night.

See you weren’t exactly human yourself, you were an experiment. The world was creating new hybrids and well, you were genetically modified within the same year as Jimin. Supposed to be the new designer breed the ‘Fox-Hybrid’. The problem was it didn’t work, you were born entirely human. Sure you were a bit more agile, and your ability to hear and smell things was better than normal. You were still essentially human.

Once a month since you were thirteen, you would get a strange feeling in your lower abdomen. When you discussed it with the scientists for your check-up, they had explained it was a heat. Whilst foxes usually had a heat once a year lasting three days, yours would happen once a month lasting three days but a lot milder.

Since that day you have taken a low dose heat suppressant to nullify any pheromones. You were grateful because it wasn’t as painful or as long as a human period, but it wasn’t as debilitating or humiliating as a real heat.

You had grown up seeing Jimin on occasion and were familiar with how debilitating hybrid heats and ruts were. Even so, the two of you became friends, both failed attempts at modification.

Though you never understood why they said fox hybrids didn’t exist, you had seen them. Sometimes in grocery stores, restaurants, or nightclubs. They would be there, they would wink at you or wave, give you a smirk with a twitch of their ears or a swish of their tail. Were they mocking you for being a defect?

The only good thing accompanying your long journey was the music humming softly in your headphones. Used to drown out the loud sounds of the city, as your ears were sensitive. It also helped you ignore the side-eyes from Hybrids who would not so subtly sniff the air as you passed.

You caught a flash of orange and looked across the street. A simple fruit shop that had a colorful awning flapping in the gentle breeze.

Moving around the store was a shopkeeper in a green apron, shirt, with his bronze hair sticking out underneath a matching cap. He was putting down a tray of banana’s and as he stood, a pair of ears and a bottle brush-like tail were visible, he turned as if sensing your presence and locked eyes with you, tipping his cap. He dusted his hands on his apron, leaving you shocked. A Fox hybrid in public! No one else seemed amazed or even spared him a glance. How could no one see this?

It was like a scene from a movie, as a truck drove past leaving the man looking completely innocent and human talking to a few ladies. He was quite good-looking and charming, but there was no sign of a tail. The women were quick to fall for him, purchasing an oddly large selection of fruits and vegetables. You turned back to the path ahead of you shaking your head in disbelief, before continuing on your way to the pharmacy.

The pharmacy catered for humans and hybrids alike and was never too busy. Which made it your favorite store to collect your script from, as there was little to no waiting time. Handing over the script, you strolled around the store wondering what you would need for these Hybrids. Toothbrushes? Combs? If they had a lot of body hair would they need the silky coat shampoo formula or the soft fur body wash? Placing the hybrid shampoo and body wash back on the shelf you shook your head honestly this was overwhelming.

Rubbing your aching stomach, you were too uncomfortable to really get into hybrid care right now. You wouldn’t have to worry about any other heats apart from your own as it was decided with the board they would all be male hybrid participants. This stemmed from Taehyung being already a willing participant from the start, they thought it best not to mix male and female hybrids.

You would however have to deal with their ruts, albeit once or twice a year. You chewed your lip in thought pausing in the makeup section of the store. You caught your reflection in the small mirror and preened thoughtfully, your eyes were expressive and angular, your hair due to the modification was a brilliant copper.

You were quite beautiful, eerily so, like the man at the fruit shop. Your features were so similar. Even though you were a defect and he was the real deal. “Ma’am your order is ready.”

Turning surprised you grew hot in embarrassment, stammering to make an excuse, “Sorry, I was just thinking about a really strange fox hybrid at the fruit shop.”

Many occupants in the store turned confused and you heard an old man say, “Fox hybrids don’t exist, they are sinister creatures and not to be meddled with”

“She must be a conspiracy theorist,” one woman whispered to her hybrid snake who was donating venom for anti-venom.

Paying for the medication you left quickly and took one of the small pills as you stepped out of the store. Why didn’t anyone else see them?

You headed back towards your home, not forgetting the reason for your trip. You were excited about an omelet at your favorite restaurant when two apples came rolling across the pavement.

They rolled towards you, quickly picking them up you carried them inside the store, “excuse me, sir you dropped some of your apples,” You saw his shadow in the darkened store, two pointed ears, and the flick of a tail.

“Are you a fox hybrid?” You asked curiously and he laughed. It was strange like snickering but at a pitch that was not fit for a grown man, like a child’s giggle sharper with a few squeals, or like a bird chittering. You know the sound. He was Gekkering like a fox.

“Thank you,” he took the apples gesturing you over to the side, “let me get you some blueberries, they are my favorite.”

“Oh thank you, sir, how much do I owe you?”

He shook his head, thrusting a black plastic bag into your hands, “It’s okay, we have to look out for one another.”

What a strange man…

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pascalpanic · 4 years ago

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Spitfire (Javier Peña x f!Reader)

Summary: You’re working on a case file in your apartment with Javier. It’s late. He tells you that you need to relax, and you say no, but then he offers to help you calm down. Warnings: 18+, smut, and it’s graphic smut. cursing too. Javier Peña comes with his own warning. brief mentions of alcohol/alcoholism and of period-typical misogyny. oral sex (f and m receiving), p in v sex. WC: 4.4k A/N: Lol my longest one yet and it’s smut. Well, I’ve been being hounded to post my first smut fic, and who better than with the devil himself, Javi? I saw this masterlist of smut prompts (written by @prolixitae) and had a friend choose two for me, so this one is going to include those, including “you’re being so good for me, I knew you could take it all” and “answer the phone, I dare you.” Welp, here we go!

Rarely did women catch his eye the way you did. He’d admire their asses in their skirts, their breasts and the way they’d cause their buttons to tug at the matching hole on their blouses. Javier was discreet about it, but it was always what he noticed first. With you, it was surprising, and it almost made him give a chuckle when he’d think about it. You were wonderfully built, of course, and he definitely came to adore that, but he always rested his eyes on your face. You had the most wonderful eyes he’d ever seen, he thought, not just from the stunning color but from the way they held every ounce of your personality in them. They always betrayed just what you were feeling: your rage at him, which was often, or your adoration of a child or a dog on the street, your intensity as you scanned the paper on the desk in front of you.

Not only did your eyes astound Javier, but your lips captivated him. You frequently wore different shades of lipstick, and every one looked more delectable than the last to him, who wanted nothing more than to kiss you so hard it came off all over his face, or to have smears of it left on his chest or his hips. They looked incredibly soft, gentle yet strong, and the words that flew out of them, often without a thought, made his own tug up in the corner of his face and expose that dimple. He’d even seen you without makeup a few times, after a particularly long stakeout or a hard night of partying. He found them just as beautiful when they were their natural color, just as attractive and luscious.

The rest of your face made him smile just to think about; it was the very essence of you, of course it brought a grin to his normally stoic face. Your eyebrows and cheekbones perfectly framed those beautiful eyes, your nose quirked adorably when you were either full of rage or joy. Your cheeks moved with your lips or nose, and he wanted to kiss every little line or fold on that beautiful skin of yours, loving the way the tone looked against the equally stunning clothes you wore.

Over time, his appreciation of the rest of your body grew too. The pencil skirts you wore complimented your stunning ass, and the clacking of the heels you paired them with made him weak at the knees when he knew the noise was you walking his way. On stakeouts, in civilian clothes, even the comfortable things you wore were stunning. The curve of your chest beneath a t-shirt, the way your jeans were ripped and exposing the skin of your legs beneath them. The littlest things about you were beautiful to him, but God if they weren’t becoming a distraction.

It’s 01:00, as Javier likes to call it, as the two of you face each other with a look of frustration on each face. You sit in your apartment, the one just above his, him on your couch and you on the floor. “Fuck,” you practically shout and toss the papers down onto the coffee table between you. “How can there be this little evidence of a man who’s fucking everywhere? He runs the entire fucking country like a puppet on a string, and we can’t find a shred of evidence that’s enough to get a goddamn warrant.” Your rage was apparent on your face, causing you to clench your fist around your empty can of soda until it’s a ball of crumpled aluminum. You look up at Javi, practically steaming out of your ears. “How the hell do you do this job?” You ask, breathing heavy from your momentary rage.

I stare at your tits until I’m feeling something else, Peña thinks to himself. He knows he can’t say that, so he takes a second and just sighs, shaking his head. “I leave it at the office,” he chides, leaning forward and tossing a folder onto the table. You had been working on this case alone all night, scanning through paperwork. Hearing you pace around your apartment that sat directly above his, an equally awake Javier had come up to your apartment and knocked, offering his assistance. He and his partner Steve, who lived next door to you with his wife Connie, had been working on another aspect of the Escobar case. You and yours, Rick Harrigan, had been focused on getting something to use as a warrant to invade his home. Unfortunately, your partner was an incompetent alcoholic who was about as much use to you as Escobar himself.

“Easy for you to say,” you shake your head. “I personally call it giving a shit, Javi,” you say sharply. “When you’re not as respected as a man in this field, you have to work twice as hard. And when your partner is too drunk to show up and not get himself killed, twice as hard as that.” You angrily staple two papers together, using the hit to the appliance as a release of your rage.

“Woah there, bonita,” Javier says as he watches, earning an angry glare from you that eases when his eyes meet yours. You sigh and lean back against the wall, running a hand over your hair, loosening from the ponytail it’s tied in. “You need to relax somehow. It’s one in the morning now, did you notice that?” he asks teasingly, chuckling as your eyes fly open. “Guess you didn’t. Get some sleep,” he tells you and crosses his legs, leaning back on the couch.

You sigh again and untie your ponytail, shaking out your hair. “I’m sorry, Javi. I should. I probably woke you too, with my pacing, and I’ll be lucky if I didn’t wake Steve and Connie too.” You groan and look up at him, finding his eyes trained on you. “What?” you ask curiously.

Javier had been staring at how beautifully messy you looked, how your hair was a mess and your makeup was smudged, barely clinging to your face. You looked absolutely wrecked, and it was far more attractive to him than it should’ve been. It almost looked like you had just rolled out of bed with someone, and the look moved his blood somewhere in his body lower than it needed to be. “Nothing,” he says with a gulp and you quirk an eyebrow.

You’d clearly be lying if you didn’t find yourself attracted to the man in front of you. He was an equal to you in the office, but he liked to act like your superior. Naturally, with your temper, you refused to let that happen, leading to some tension between the two of you. The tension, however, wasn’t necessarily the bad kind. If you had less cowardice, you’d ask him out. You know he’d say yes. Javier has a reputation for never turning down a date with a willing woman.

That’s the thing though. It would be labeled a date at first, but it wouldn’t remain that way for long. You could, and admittedly did, picture what would happen: you’d show up in some sexy little dress, Javier wearing a tight shirt, one open button short of professional, and equally tight jeans that highlight his ass. You’d each get in a drink and a half and the next morning you’d wake in your own bed, a delicious ache between your legs and no Javier to be seen.

Clearing that thought from your head, you tie your hair into a ponytail once more and pick up another paper from the desk. “I’m… we’re gonna get murdered if I don’t get this done by Friday morning. God knows Rick won’t be working on it,” you sigh and shake your head, scanning the paper.

“Your head is going to pop if you keep shoving shit in there,” he teases you, nudging you with his leg under the coffee table. “Get some rest.”

You gulp, biting down on your lip. He’s going to keep telling you that, but you can’t do it. It’s too much work, and your fear of failure is greater than your need for sleep. The emotions build inside, mostly frustration: at Javi telling you to rest, at your incompetent partner, at yourself. “I’ve told you this, Javi, I have to keep working. I can sleep later.”

“Do you want me to go beat the shit out of Harrigan for you? I’m not above that,” he offers, his tone clearly teasing.

You chuckle a little and look at him, tears welling in your eyes. “You’re too kind,” you say, voice thick with emotion before you turn back to the paper, “but that wouldn’t change anything except make your life harder and him drink more to cope with the injury.” As you finish talking, your words rise in pitch until the tears fall from your face.

“Hey, hey,” Javier says quickly, getting on his knees on the other side of the coffee table, one hand reaching out to the side of your face. “Don’t cry, cariña,” he says softly, wiping the tears from one eye with his thumb. “It’s gonna be okay. You’re a much better agent than you’re giving yourself credit for, and getting Escobar is like catching a greased pig,” his native Texan adages coming out. You giggle a little at that and he smiles softly. “Let me help you. We’ll go talk to the ambassador about Harrigan together, and I’ll help you search all of this.”

“Javi, you have all of your assigned work, and like you said, it’s one in the morning, you need to sleep-”

“No, you need sleep. I run on cigarettes and rage alone,” he says, earning another soft chuckle from you. “We’ll search this for another hour, see if there’s anything we can use, and if it doesn’t pan out we’ll both go to bed and start this again in the morning.”

You nod softly, leaning into his hand. “You’re much nicer late at night, Peña,” you tease him, causing him to drop the smile, the stoic look returning to his face only accentuated by the growing shadow of stubble on his skin.

Javi chuckles a little. “You’re the only one who’s ever been brave enough to tease me,” he admits, a thick eyebrow slightly raising as he grabs another file from the table and opens it, starting to comb through it. “You’re una volcán,” he chuckles and takes a sip of the glass of whiskey sitting on the table. You look at him questioningly. “A spitfire.”

You roll your eyes. “It’s called being a woman and having had enough,” you tease back at him drily. “Though I suppose I do have plenty of balls to go around. More than any of the men in our department.”

Shaking his head, Javi leaves it there, though he desperately wants to flirt back. You want to leave it there too, but you can’t. Something in you has to get the last word with him, has to get him fired up enough to retort, maybe to do something he shouldn’t to you. “Sometimes I think I’m the only one around here who can’t just go get fucked and forget about the job.”

“Who says I get fucked?” He asks flirtatiously as he takes another sip from his whiskey, and a small smirk falls across your face.

“If it’s about forgetting about something, you need to be the one receiving,” you flirt, daring to get on your knees and lean across the table, trying to get as close to his face as you can to say the words.

Javier reciprocates the movement, taking this as a challenge. “Is that an offer or a request?” He teases back, leaning forward until you can feel his hot breath on your face.

“I’ll let you decide that,” you chuckle quietly and close the distance between the two of you, your lips crashing together. It’s hot and desperate and needy for a moment, nearly moaning into the kiss but stopping yourself. It continues, sloppy and heated and needy. “You’re the one who was in tears earlier,” Javi murmurs between kisses. “I think that means that you’re the one in need of some forgetting.”

“I think that sounds wonderful,” you sigh as his lips move to your jaw. Javi breaks away from you, standing for a moment before situating himself on the couch. He lies back, head on a pillow, unbuttoning his shirt a little. He smirks as he watches you noticing. “Well? You gonna come sit on my face or what?” He asks with a similar smirk, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way and letting his shirt fall open but rest on his shoulders.

Your mouth nearly drops open. Nothing in you ever questioned that Javier would be an extremely generous lover; even rumors around the office indicated that. No, you just didn’t expect him to be so blunt about it. It makes your blood run cold for a moment. You nod and stand, shimmying the leggings down your legs and kicking them aside. So caught up in your lust, you try to walk forward but your shin finds the coffee table. “Fuck,” you yelp, now kicking the coffee table to shove it out of your path to the man looking at you like he’s starving and there’s a four-course meal between your legs. It drags and screeches across the floor, making a loud noise and you wince. It wobbles and thunks, making more noise than anything should be at what’s now approximately 1:40 A.M..

“Hey, take your anger out here instead,” Javi flirts, scooting further from the back of the couch so you can get properly on him. Once you finally reach his side, he pulls your shirt up frantically as high as he can before you have to do the rest. You pull it off to reveal a generic black bra, but it makes the rising tent in Javier’s jeans grow. “Oh fuck, look at you cariño,” he murmurs, hands gliding up your sides. You pull off your panties and finally straddle him, grinding your hips into his and earning an absolutely sinful groan from him. “No, not now. Get up here,” he murmurs, grabbing your hips and scooting you up his body until you’re seated on his face.

You lean forward, a hand on the arm of the couch for balance, and Javier nearly dies from the sight above him. He licks a tentative stripe up your folds and you moan helplessly, your head falling back. “Javi,” you whisper, and then again when he brings up his fingers to toy at your entrance. “Jesus Christ,” you shudder as his mouth finds your clit, swishing it with his tongue and lapping at it.

A hand finds his hair and you curl your fingers in it tight as he slips his fingers into you. Two digits immediately begin exploring inside of you and you whimper before you can stop yourself. His lips circle your clit as his tongue plays with it, desperately eating you out. It feels amazing, and his name escapes your lips again and again. You cry out his name softly, already sweating and flushed from the pleasure, before you notice it:

Brrrrrring. Brrrrrring.

It’s the phone. “Who the fuck is calling now?” you whine, annoyed at the fact that it’s while Javier’s face is buried in your pussy more so than the fact that it’s in the dead of the night. You ignore it for a few moments more, whimpering at the way Javier’s tongue works against you. He stops and moves you slightly.

“Answer the phone, I dare you,” he murmurs, a fire in his eyes before that smart mouth returns to his task at hand.

“Fuck, I can’t, I’m gonna sound terrible,” you manage out through moans and soft whimpers. Javier makes a noise into you, indicating that you’d better. “Fucker. Be nice to me,” you whisper to him before you answer. “Hello?”

“Sweetie, is everything okay?” you hear Connie’s voice, whispering yet frantic, on the other end.

“Yeah, just fine,” you say, panting from the feeling of Javi beneath you.

“Are you sure? What the hell happened? Steve was going to go check on you but I made sure he didn’t, he wants to make sure you’re okay too,” she starts rambling, clearly cupping her hand over the microphone so the whisper can’t escape it.

What a sight that would be: Steve opening the door to find his partner eating out their coworker. You almost moan at that but hold back, biting on your lip as she speaks and trying to compose yourself for your turn. “Ye-ah,” you say, a moan slipping out as Javi’s teeth brush your clit. “I stubbed my toe and kicked the coffee table,” you admit, and it’s truthful. That earns Javi a little extra tug on the hair, and he seems to take that as motivation to be even worse.

“You’re sure everything is fine over there?” She asks.

“Great, yeah. Go back to bed, Connie,” you say, still panting helplessly.

“If you’re dead in the morning, you can’t blame me,” she teases and hangs up.

“Fuck you, Javi,” you laugh breathlessly when the line clicks dead. “What the fuck?”

“Hopefully you will,” he murmurs into you, and your anger is immediately resolved as the motion of his fingers and tongue matches perfectly.

You cry out at the mixture before you can stop yourself. “Oh fuck, Javi, I’m really close,” you mutter, your hips canting back against the rhythm he sets. He gives a little noise, and you assume that’s him giving it the okay. He keeps going and going in just the right way until it’s too much and not enough at the same time and- “Javier,” you wail helplessly, your orgasm rushing over you.

He works you through it, moaning into you as you shudder and whine atop of him. He pushes you down to straddle his torso when you’re done. He smirks up at you, perfectly content with himself. “Bastard,” you murmur and shake your head before kissing him again, moaning as you can taste yourself on his tongue. It continues like that for a moment before you pull away, the noise from the wetness of the kiss absolutely obscene. “Here’s the plan. We’re gonna go to my bedroom and I’m gonna blow you, then you’re gonna fuck me so hard I can’t remember what the name Escobar means.”

The lust in his eyes is practically turning his irises black. “Yes ma’am,” he smirks and kisses you again, sitting up to do so and resting his hands on the sides of your face. You stand and beckon him, turning and walking towards your bedroom, wearing nothing but the black bra you’d neglected to take off earlier.

As he enters, he undoes his belt, tossing it aside, smirking at the image of you sitting on the edge of your bed. “Take off the bra,” he orders and you get ready to do so, giving him a little show before moving your hands to the clasp. “On one condition.”

“You fucking name it and I’ll do it, cariño.”

“When I wake up in the morning, you’ll be next to me.” He pauses for a moment, halfway through unzipping his pants. He looks up at you, eyes unreadable. “You don’t have to be sweet to me, hell, you can destroy me, but you’re staying the night.”

Javi pauses for a second more before the smirk grows. “Deal.” He stands in front of you and shucks his jeans, leaving him in just his boxers, which you quickly pull down. Your eyes bulge as you finally get the chance to see him; he’s massive. This is going to be… interesting, to say the least. A smirk finds your face and you take him in your hand, stroking him softly. “Where do you want me, bonita?” He asks breathily, his head falling back. You stand and push him to sit on the edge of the bed, where you just were, before falling to your knees and spreading his legs.

As you take him in your hand to slowly stroke him, Javier chuckles softly. “You can’t do this for long. I already feel like I’m gonna cum,” he murmurs, his fingertips tracing the side of your face until they reach your chin. You take him in your mouth, just the tip, and already feel overwhelmed. He’s massive, even just the tip is, filling your mouth. You swirl your tongue before pulling off, pressing kisses to the side of his shaft. He watches in awe, panting and sweating, before a moan falls from his lips. “Oh, fuck,” he mumbles, hand resting on your chin.

You take him in your mouth and start bobbing on him, never quite reaching the base but desperate to do so. He shudders. “Think you can take all of me, baby, huh?” he asks, earning a little whimper from you. “You can do it, I think. That big mouth, always sassing me, now you’re using it for this.”

On the next bob, you take all of him, his tip hitting the back of your throat. It makes you gag slightly, but it’s still deeply erotic, making the feeling in your body warm you up even more. “Fuck, my little spitfire, you’re being so good for me. I knew you could take it all.” You whimper around him and come back up, and he pulls you off of him. “No more or I’ll cum down your throat,” he chuckles. “Where are the condoms?”

You stand hurriedly and head to the nightstand, grabbing a condom from the drawer. “I want you however you’ll take me,” you tell him as you unwrap the condom, getting on your knees again to roll it down over him, tossing the wrapper carelessly to the side.

“Just missionary for now. For our first time,” he smirks, tipping your chin up so he can kiss you. You taste so perfect, he thinks, he could probably shoot his load just from kissing you. But not now, not when he has a plan.

You smirk a little at that. First time. Insinuating there will be more to come. You get up from your knees and climb onto the bed, lying down with your head in the pillows. Javier climbs over you, leaning down and kissing you softly. “How hard do you want me?” he asks.

“You decide. You’re the one who’s in charge, remember?” You ask flirtatiously, reaching down to stroke him slowly as you spread your legs wider.

He chuckles darkly and kisses you again, lining himself up with you. His eyes open quickly and he brings his face back, nonverbally asking. You give him a little smirk, nodding softly, and he kisses you again as he pushes into you. You cry out into his lips. He’s so big, you knew that from going down on him, but it’s a delicious stretch. He waits only a moment before pulling out and thrusting back in again, making you whimper his name.

“Javi,” you whine again and again, wrapping your leg around his waist. From the first thrust, he presses against that perfect little spot inside you, making you wetter and wetter with every thrust. “Oh god, harder, harder, just fucking wreck me,” you whine, spreading your free leg as wide as you can.

He brings one hand down to circle your clit, and it makes you squeal helplessly, the way he rubs it just in time with the harsh thrusts inside of you. It all feels so good, all of it, his lips working his way across your neck and working a mark behind your ear.

His thrusts are hard, both for you and for him, and he starts murmuring dirty little words into your ear, biting down on his lip as he thrusts. “So good for me, cariño,” he murmurs before sucking on your earlobe, quickening his tempo. “So tight around me. Never felt anything like you.”

Unable to formulate any words other than his name, you cry it out again. “Fuck, fuck Javi,” you groan, your hands dragging down his back, leaving marks with your nails.

“Such a dirty mouth,” he smirks for a moment before crying out at the feeling of your nails. “Oh, fuck, honey. You gonna cum for me?” he asks, earning a frantic nod for you. “You wanna hold back? We can cum together,�� he murmurs, and that receives another nod. “Oh, good girl,” he murmurs, the noises you make going straight to his dick.

Biting down on your lip, you sigh. “I’m holding back, so you better be damn close,” you moan into his ear, working back against him.

He nods. “Okay, okay, come on baby. Come with me, 3, 2, 1….” he counts down and you clench tight around him as your second orgasm rips through your body, making you pulse and flutter around him. The feeling is so perfect, so intense that Javier can’t wait any longer and finally cums into the condom, thrusting harder and harder into you. “Feels so good when you cum,” he whispers to you, voice ragged and breath hot on your skin.

Javier keeps thrusting until the both of you are done, and he finally pulls out and flops down next to you on your mattress. He sits up, removing the condom and putting it in the trashcan by your bed before lying down again and pulling you to him. You rest your head on his sweaty chest and he wraps an arm around you, kissing your head. “Goddamn, honey,” he chuckles, using all of the air in his lungs to make the sound of content. You laugh too, snuggling in closer. “You’re gonna have to let me cum down that pretty little throat sometime soon,” he teases. “Because that’s all I’m gonna be thinking about until it happens.”

You chuckle at that, shaking your head. Suddenly, you freeze as your conscience comes back to you. “Fuck, those files,” you say, a hint of panic in your voice, trying to bolt upright.

Javi hushes you, pulling you back to his chest. “Forget about those files. You need sleep. You’re gonna sleep right here, and we’ll deal with it in the morning. I’ll make an appointment with the ambassador and he’ll send Harrigan’s ass back on the next flight to D.C.”

His words soothe you easily, but you’re still on edge. “No, Javi, I gotta-”

“Didn’t you make me promise I’d be here in the morning? That won’t happen if you don’t fall asleep,” he teases you and cuddles you into his chest. “Forget it, spitfire,” he tells you, and this time, you listen, letting your eyes fall shut as you listen to Javier’s slowing heartbeat, your ear pressed to his chest.

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drabblingdraco · 4 years ago

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✬ Arranged ✬ Part 2 Draco Malfoy x Reader

I received a lot of requests for a part 2 to Arranged. I’ve finally come up with some ideas to continue! Maybe even a part 3 ;)

Part 1

Warning: SMUT GALORE (unprotected sex, female receiving)

If you are underage please do not read.

Y/N’s POV

It had been only been a week after you arrived at the Malfoy Manor. To your surprise, you’d been enjoying your stay so far. What began as a forcible “vacation” brought upon by the Malfoy’s and your parents turned into an enjoyable experience so far.

After your kiss with Draco, things seemed to be less tense. You both were getting along better than ever. You’d take pleasant walks in the garden (unlike before), have tea on the patio as you watch the sunset, stay up late talking about your desires, likes, and dislikes, the upcoming years at Hogwarts.

He managed to open up to you rather quickly. Even after he confessed his love for you, you expected him to remain reserved. Although he hasn’t kissed you since the night you arrived, he’d steal cheek kisses and subtle touches on your shoulders or hips. It gave you butterflies every time without fail.

Today we were planned to take engagement photos. Although Draco hadn’t proposed, this was still a long awaited arranged marriage. As you thought about the future as a Malfoy, you weren’t sickened by it like you were a week ago.

Mother had sent you a beautiful gown to wear for the shoot. As the photographers were setting up downstairs in the foyer, you were getting your makeup done by Narcissa.

“I don’t mean to pry but..I see you and draco are getting along rather nicely, yes?”

“Yes, I guess we’ve grown a liking for each other..” you looked away shyly.

“Oh don’t be embarassed dear! I’ll tell you a secret to ease your mind.” She cleared her throat “I too was arranged to wed Lucius, I was not his biggest fan at first, but I’ve grown to love him for everything he is.”

“That’s good to know. Thank you, Narcissa.”

“Come, look at my handy work!”

You got up out of your seat and looked in the mirror. She gave you a smoky green and black eye look with basic facial makeup.

“I love it,” you smiled at her.

“Now get that beautiful gown on and come downstairs.” She then left the room.

You let your hair fall out of its clip. You untied your robe as it fell to the ground, revealing nothing but your black strapless bra, black lace thong, knee high panty house and black heels. As you unzipped the bag your dress was in, the door swung open and Draco was on the other end. At first he looked away, but when he looked back at you there was nothing but awe in his eyes.

“I- Uh may I come in? Just need to fix my hair.”

You stood motionless, trying to chose your next words. It’s not like you could say no, it was his room after all, so you didn’t deny him that.

“Oh of course.” Your breath hitched as his eyes lay locked on you and your illuminated figure.

He walked to his vanity, sitting in the chair as he grabbed a comb. You watched from the corner of your eye as he skillfully played with his grey blonde locks. You caught him locking his orbs with yours yet again and looked away, continuing to put on your dress.

You removed it from the bag and unzipped it, giving you enough room to stick your feet in through the top and pull it up. You had to admit it was a beautiful piece of clothing. The top half was corset like, there were small points above both breasts, which lifted them up and made them even more apparent. The corset had small minimal lines going down just above your waist. The bottom was pure smooth silk. And of course, it was all dark, Slytherin green. As you lifted the dress up it was difficult to pull up the zipper behind you. Draco sat at his vanity and sprayed some cologne on him.

“Draco?”

“Yes dea-I mean y/n?”

You silently giggled at his almost comment. “Could you help me?” You darted your eyes towards your zipper. He rose from his seat and walked towards you. As you moved your hair infront of you so it wouldn’t get caught, you felt Draco’s cold finger tips on your spine, sending jolts through your entire body. As he reached the top, he placed both his hands on your shoulders and leaned in to your ear.

“You look..ravishing..my dear.”

You hid your blush from him and turned to face him. “Why thank you..you look delicious as well”

He furrowed his brows. “I MEAN DELIGHTFUL- YES, DELIGHTFUL.” Now you couldn’t help hiding your blush, it was too late.

“That’s you my dear, you..look..delicious.”

You suppressed your thoughts and spoke, “shall we go downstairs then?”

“Let’s.” He held out his arm and you locked yours with it as you headed down the stairs.

You reached the bottom of the stairs and untwined your arms. You could see the foyer set up for the honorable Malfoy portrait, the same backdrop as all the other family photos.

You and Draco listened to the photographer as he told you how to stand. Draco stepped behind you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in tight. You placed both of your hands on top of his, as you were instructed.

You sensed a presence behind you and it wasn’t just Draco himself..it was below the belt Draco. He shuffled trying to shake his erection but it wasn’t helping. If anything it made it worse.

“You two were lovely to photograph. I’ll get these to you by next week.”

“Thank you sir, have a great rest of your day.” You said with a smile.

You and Draco went upstairs back to his bedroom. As much as you loved that dress, it was choking the life out of you. Before you even realized Draco was right behind you, you peeled your dress off of you, dropping it on the floor. You felt him snake his hands around your waist and his chest against your back. He took a long breath, you could feel it against your cold skin.

“You have no idea what I want to do to you when you look like this.” You completely forgot you only wore your bra, panties, hose and heels. As you felt his hardness grow, you spun around to face him, pressing your hips into him.

“Show me,” you whispered.

He was shocked to get that response, but it didn’t matter because in a matter of seconds he was pushing you on to his bed.

He towered over you kissing your thighs, going up your stomach and finally your neck. He took his sweet time there, leaving long and passionate bites. You moaned as he continued to do what seemed to come so natural to him, turning you on.

He released himself from the nap of your neck and grabbed his wand. He put a silencing spell on his room. Just after feeling his lips on your skin, you knew you were going to need that charm.

You sat up and scooted backwards towards the head of the bed, Draco following you with your lips locked at all times. You started to untangle his clothes. First his tie, blazer and finally his dress shirt. You both worked together to unbutton it. He did the honors of ripping his belt off, the metal clang as it hit the floor.

“You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve seen in my life.” He said breathlessly, reaching his hand down towards your thong. “I hope to have the pleasure of making such a beautiful girl scream my name.”

He pushed your panties aside and began moving in large circles around your clit. Your head naturally rolled backwards in pleasure. His other hand grabbed your chin, moving it to face you.

“I want to watch you untangle under my hands..figuratively and...” he paused, going ever faster, “and literally.” He smashed his lips with yours.

You pushed him away by his shoulders.

“Draco please,” you whined. “I need you now.”

“Say no more, love...one more thing.”

He knelt down and pulled your panties off. Placing his hands on your hips, he yanked your body closer to him, making you yelp in surprise.

“A gift for my fiancé.” He smirked.

His mouth found its way to your pussy, flicking with his tongue over and over. You moaned with excitement. You looked down, watching him tear your nerves apart. His thumbs pressed into your hips, inching you closer to him with each lick he took of you.

“Draco..” you were breathless. “Fuck me, fuck me please!” You screamed.

He purred as he took one last stroke on you. He stood up and removed his pants and boxers.

He brought his tip to your entrance and slid in, like putting a glove on a hand. You gasped, then let out a soft moan. He pumped himself in and out slowly at first.

“Ohhh Princess..” He moaned.

You started going faster as you bucked your hips closer to him. Will each stroke he went in deeper every time. When he reached your g spot you released a high pitch moan, and that made him go crazy. You pulled him down to you and stole his lips. Your legs now around him as he pounded into your pussy.

You flipped him over and now you were the one on top. He didn’t oppose this idea one bit. As you adjusted yourself, you started jumping up and down, each time his dick going in further. One of his hands was gripping your hip, while the other snuck it’s way to your clit. The pleasure sent you into a frenzy. You grabbed his shoulders, sinking every nail into his skin.

“Yeah Princess, take it all in.”

You went as fast as your body could go.

“Oh, oh, I’m gonna cum,” you whined.

“Me too baby. Go ahead, cum all over my dick.”

“Ohh yeah!” You screamed in pleasure as you both climaxed to your body’s content.

You pulled yourself off of him and fell down on the bed next to him. Panting, you both stared at each other with smiles.

He licked his lips and took a deep breath. “Is this a bad time to officially propose?”

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gaemkyuu · 4 years ago

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The Proposal

Warnings: none! A/N: Third installment to the Teagan Valencia Series! A fluffier chapter because the next one is going to be intense... like woah, ‘that was unexpected’ intense. Disclaimer: This is a FICITONAL writing piece on Charlie Gillespie. In no way do I claim or declare that Charlie’s portrayal is accurate to real life. I do however, own Teagan Valencia :)

Masterlist

The Teagan Valencia Series: The Meeting / The Fight / The Proposal / The Present / The Recovery / The Future

The Proposal

“Cut! Alright let’s do touch up and we will run that scene one more time”

Kenny’s voice brought Teagan back to reality. Charlie and Maddie were laughing and wiping their tears as the make up team came for touch ups. Owen and Jeremy stood in their positions waiting to repeat the scene and complimenting the two leads. Teagan caught Charlie’s eye and he blew her a kiss from where he was standing, which caused Maddie to wave enthusiastically at me, and a “HI TEAGAN!” from Jeremy and Owen. She smiled and waved at them, Maddie spontaneously breaking out into a small dance where she kept flipping her hand in the air. For a moment, Teagan was confused, until she pointed to her own ring finger then back at Teagan. A smile came to her face as she remembered the high they were all riding from the weekend.

***

Charlie shuffled around the foyer of the hotel lobby. Charlie did get nervous from time to time, but the nervousness, excitement and, oddly enough, fear was eating him alive.

“Dude it’s going to be fine” Owen placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder to help calm him down. Charlie gave Owen a nervous smile.

“How’s my bowtie? My hair okay?” Charlie rushed to look into the reflective surface of the wall beside him.

“Charlie you look fine. Plus, she isn’t going to care about what you’re wearing. Your plan is full proof!” Jeremy held him by both shoulders and tried to help ease his nerves.

“Were you this nervous when you were proposing?” Jeremy chuckled and nodded his head releasing Charlie from his firm hold.

“Absolutely, but I knew I had to do it. I couldn’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anyone else” Charlie smiled at the nostalgia that crept onto Jeremy’s face reminiscing on the day he proposed to Carolynn. “Everything is going to go exactly how it needs to go. Now, take a deep breath. You don’t want her to catch on too early do you?”

“Better breathe quickly. Here she comes!” Owen whisper-shouted to the two leaving them to approach the staircase that the girls were descending. Being the southern gentleman he was, he offered an arm to Maddie as she descended the last few steps.

“I will never understand how girls in the movies make it look like walking down stairs in heels is the easiest thing in the world!” She scoffed, gladly taking Owen’s hand in hers. Savannah and Tori giggled behind her, being used to wearing heels on more than one occasion. The staff at Netflix were throwing a formal evening party to celebrate the success of Julie and the Phantoms. The series had been a hit! This meant that the production budget was increased and so were the possibilities of the show. The entire cast and production crew, old and new, were invited to the event in LA as they were close to starting the filming of season 2. Naturally, Charlie brought Teagan as his date, while Jeremy brought Carolynn. The rest of the Julie and the Phantoms cast decided not to bring someone else as their plus one, but everyone knew it was going to be an amazing night. Everyone was dressed in their evening best and Charlie was surprised at how well everyone cleaned up, but he wasn’t prepared to see Teagan and Carolynn descend the staircase last. Charlie could tell you were nervous when Carolynn whispered something to help ease the tension in your shoulders. Teagan wore a modest high neck a-line floor length emerald gown with a beaded bodice that faded into the bottom half of the dress. She wore her hair in a simple elegant side bun with soft curls framing her face, making her look more radiant than ever. Charlie was glad that she got ready with the other girls because although she looked absolutely stunning, he could still tell that it was Teagan. Her makeup wasn’t too overpowering, but wasn’t too simple either, and her dress complimented her beautifully.

“Charlie?” her voice brought him out from his day dream and admiration. “Is it too much?” she bit her lips slightly, an action that made Charlie’s heart swell but also tempted him to take you back to the apartment for an evening between the two of you.

“What? Are you crazy? You look stunning!” He kissed your cheek gently, placing his hand on the small of your back. “You make me look like an attendant” he chuckled. Charlie almost felt sheepish standing next to you in his black suit and bowtie.

“Nonsense, you’re handsome as always” she kissed him on the nose, wiping off some of the lipstick that rubbed off on your nose.

“S’excuse me! The limo is waiting!” Maddie interrupted their flattery exchange, and with a smile Charlie extended his arm out to Teagan, escorting her to the limo with the rest of the group. That evening was filled with laughter and smiles as everyone dined and danced the night away. However, the night didn’t end when everyone left the event to go galavanting on the Malibu beach at midnight. At this point, nobody cared about dirtying their clothes as everyone was too lost in the fun and was comforted in the fact that Owen reminded us of drycleaning. They cherished each other’s company as the girls walked barefooted on the sand with shoes in hand, the guys with their suit jackets over their shoulders. As everyone played “What are the odds” on the beach, Teagan watched Charlie quickly dash into the wave to quickly dash out, now half wet. Teagan watched a brief moment of panic cross his face, to relief wash over him, and nerves reach his eyes. As Owen declared a giant game of tag, Teagan sat out on a big piece of driftwood, Charlie joining her. His mind drifted to when he had asked her father for her hand in marriage...

***

Charlie’s palms were wet with sweat and his body was buzzing with nerves. He took a deep breath before pressing the doorbell alerting the residents of his presence. Teagan’s mom answered the door, a slight look of surprise and confusion on her face at the man at their front door.

“Charlie? What are you doing here? Come on in!” she ushered him in quickly as the rain had began to fall outside, giving him a big hug as he entered. Like any good host, she brought him to the table and insisted he sit, momentarily leaving him to grab a cup of tea and snacks from the kitchen. “I didn’t expect company anak! Sorry about my clothing”

“You look fine Mrs. Valencia!” he smiled, trying to hide his nervousness and thanking her as she placed home baked filipino snacks in front of him with a cup of green tea. “These look delicious!” he enthused as he took a bite, and he probably would’ve enjoyed them more, if his stomach wasn’t so busy doing summersaults.

“So how are you? What’s going on?” Mrs. Valencia had a way of soothing Charlie with her motherliness. She reminded him of his mother at times and that brought him comfort. “I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow?”

This was the big weekend that Teagan would officially be moving to live with Charlie for good in LA. She had gotten the promotion she had worked hard for and Netflix offered her a bigger role with the marketing team in the US. When Teagan was first promoted, she would fly down for weeks at a time but it quickly came up in conversation that it didn’t make sense to pay rent for a place she barely lived in.

“I-uh wanted to surprise Teagan a day in advance, but she doesn’t know I’m here yet” at this information, Mrs. Valencia cocked an eyebrow, now curious and slightly suspicious of this secret visit. “Is Mr. Valencia home too?” Charlie knew the man was retired and rarely left the house without his wife. She nodded and went to fetch him which felt like an eternity to him as he sat there in the silence of their dining room. His leg began to bounce restlessly and he played with the snack in front of him until he heard footsteps approaching. He took a deep breath as Teagan’s dad walked into the room.

“Charlie! What are you doing here?!” her dad’s voice boomed in the house moving to give him a hug. Charlie gave him a hug and a smile as well, sitting down in his original spot, while he father sat across from him and her mother in between the both of them. “I thought you were coming tomorrow?”

“I wanted to surprise Teagan and uh talk to you two, actually” he felt the nerves rising in his throat and started to fidget in his seat. He could see Mrs. Valencia perk up and become excited, but he could also see Mr. Valencia become serious, the big smile now disappearing. “Teagan and I have been together for three years and you have an amazing daughter.” He hated how his voice was shaky and that he was stuttering, but still he persisted. There was no backing down now. “She has been the best thing that has happened to me and I know that I haven’t always been the best for her, but I can’t see my future without her” For some reason, the more the thought about Teagan and how much he loved her, the stronger his voice felt. “She has made me a better person and I’ve been so blessed to have her a part of my life. So before I take your daughter to come live with me in LA, I wanted to ask the both of you a question about a decision I have been ready to make for a while.” Charlie sat up straighter. “I love Teagan more than words can explain and I know how much it would mean to her that I ask you both before asking her” He took a deep breath.

“Do I have your blessing to ask Teagan to be my wife?”

The silence was thick and tense. Mrs. Valencia was tearing up, looking at her husband. Mr. Valencia folded his hands in front of him, bowing his head.

“Do you swear to take care of my daughter, no matter what?” Charlie didn’t know he was holding his breath until Mr. Valencia asked him this question.

“On my life sir” and with a nod, Mr. Valencia sat back in his chair, a happy but sad smile on his face.

“You have our blessing”.

***

“Y’alright?” Teagan looked at him with light concern in her eyes, interrupting him from his thoughts.

“Yeah why?” Charlie chuckled but avoided eye contact, sending Teagan warning signs that something was up. Teagan eyed him carefully in silence as he looked onwards to his friends running around. She then noticed that occasionally her friends would glance over to them in their game of tag. Maybe they knew something that she didn’t?

“Nothing... It’s just... You seem tense and I don’t think I’m the only who notices” she expressed nodding her head over at their friends. Charlie shifted weight from side to side and chuckled softly to himself. Teagan was going to drop the topic but quickly changed her mind when Charlie’s face adorned a deep pensive seriousness. Teagan began to worry that something heavy was bothering him.

“You know I tell you everything right?” Charlie looked her in the eyes and she desperately tried to read the man to find some sort of comfort to her increasing worry. She nodded and he grabbed her hand in his taking a deep breath, steadying himself. “Do you trust me? Because what I have to tell you will radically change things for our future”. His eyes expressed a worried sincerity and Teagan began to think the worse. Had he cheated? Was he breaking up with her? But things had been so good! Or was there something more?

“Charles Jeffrey Gillespie, tu m'inquiètes. What’s going on?” she started to wring her hands together, a nervous tick that came out when her anxiety started rising. Charlie knelt in front of her between her legs, looking down taking a deep breath. When he looked back up at her, his eyes seemed glossy and watery and hot needles started to prick at Teagan’s skin as her heart rate increased. He held her hand in his and took another deep breath, opening and closing his mouth a few times.

“I don’t know how else to say this without coming flat out and saying it. I want you to know that I love you with my entire being and there is no one else on this earth that I would rather be with. You accept me despite my major flaws and you forgive me even when I don’t deserve it. I am truly grateful that you are the person for me” Teagan’s face remained frozen, bracing herself for whatever news had gotten her boyfriend so distraught. She was so focused on his words and his every breath, that she didn’t notice their friends creeping up on them with their phones out, filming. She didn’t notice Charlie reach into his damp pocket to pull out a small damp box. She didn’t notice him open the box and present it to her. She felt utterly confused when Charlie smiled at her with misty eyes and said “Will you do me the honour of being my wife and marry me?”

Immediately, tears came rushing out of Teagan’s eyes, emotions crashing into her in waves. All she could do was utter a “Yes”, hold his face in her hands and kiss him. The cheer of their friends erupted at her reply as the two of them kissed. Charlie broke the kiss to place the ring on her finger, kissing her hand and looking at her with pure love in his eyes. More tears came to her eyes as she realized the ring on her hand was the same ring her grandfather had used to propose to her grandmother and the same ring that her father had used to propose to her mother. Charlie gave her a knowing smile and stood up with her, laughing as she smacked him on the chest before hugging him.

“I thought you were going to tell me something really bad! Tu m’as inquiété! Sérieusement!" she laughed and chastised through the tears that were slowly coming to a halt. As they hugged, their friends came closer and approached them, offering their hugs and congratulations. No one could ruin the happiness present on the beach that evening as the both of them began their journey towards Mr. & Mrs. Gillespie.

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #charlie gillespie fanfiction #charlie gillespie imagines #fanfiction #imagine #TeaganValenciaSeries

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maybe-your-left · 4 years ago

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Hi, darling! Imagine that you're married/engaged to modern!kylo and you start to notice that he's more horny and more rough during sex... Conclusion: our nasty boy is possessed by a horny ghost👀 (Feel free to ignore this if it's not something you'd like!)

my GOD anon... i have never. EVER. though about Kylo being possessed by anything. EVER. in my life.

but since you’ve asked. 😈

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“Baby are you done in there? I need to finish my makeup,” you banged your fist on the door. You had spent all afternoon getting ready for your engagement party, dressing up to the nines. When suddenly Kylo ran in, pale and sweaty and screamed at you to move. Before you could even shuffle out he began throwing up, like his body was fighting for his life.

“Kylo,” you pressed your ear to the door, tapping lightly with your finger now. “Baby are you okay?”

Behind the door you heard a shuffle, sounds of sniffling and throat clearing evident. “Yeah,” his voice choked out.

“Is it okay if I come in?”

A heavy sigh, “Mhm.”

You slowly opened the door, peeking around to find him in your large bathroom. Kylo was leaning against the side of the tub, his tie loosened around his neck. Legs outstretched in front of him, and head leaned against the lip. His chest was rising and falling slowly, shallow breaths making their way through him. Kylo looked even paler than usual, skin sweaty and hair matted across his face. His eyes were shut as he tried to calm down.

“Kylo,” you whispered, moving towards him slowly. His eyes snapped open, anger blossoming from him. “Don’t come any closer.”

You nodded, moving towards your vanity. You shot a quick glance towards the toilet, there was no evidence of him vomiting. But the smell, it consumed the air.

Nothing you had smelled before, a foul stench that permeated your nostrils. Each breath you took allowed it to button deeper and deeper into your skin. It was almost like you were sitting in a room with a corpse, flesh rotting away after years of decomposition.

You cleared your throat, attempting to rid the odor from latching into your lungs. “Did you eat something? Or drink something weird?”

He said nothing, eyes not blinking as he stared at you. “Kylo you need to tell me if your sick, Im not going to deal with you faking being okay and then throwing up on me like you did on the boat at Niagara.”

A snort came from him, “I’m fine, love.” His voice sounded empty, with a slight scratch of something... strange. He rose to his feet, waltzing over to his sink like he didn’t just look dead 3 minutes ago. Kylo cracked his neck, sighing as the bones creaked in his muscular hands. He brought a cloth to his face, ridding the sweat from his brow before turning to you.

“You look ravishing my love.”

Your forehead scrunched up in confusing, was he really going to pretend he wasn’t just puking his guts out? You watched him with careful eyes, acutely aware on how he now hadn’t blinked in a full 7 minutes. His skin wasn’t blooming back to its former pale warmth. Staying a sickly green tint, you felt his eyes move over you. Taking in every curve and pucker of your skin. He took in a deep breath before brushing past you to the bedroom.

“I’ll be in the car.”

——-

During the party he just got weirder, he refused to eat anything. Declining every time someone offered him a drink, staying latched to your hip the entire time. Which was so unlike him, usually he attempted to stay away from the hordes of people. But no he stayed within 6 inches of you the whole time. His hand always placed against a part of you.

And the smell, you couldn’t get rid of it. It got worse the closer he came to you. Suffocating you with its presence. But no one seemed to notice it, even when you prompted the question of “what’s that smell?”

Not one person could, and Kylo certainly wasn’t any help. He just kept petting you, holding you, kissing any pet of your flesh that he could grab. Even biting you in front of others, while you were opening presents he decided it was the best time to latch his teeth into your left shoulder. Practically breaking the skin.

By the time you got home you were ready to have a serious talk with him. Maybe he was hurt and had a wound that was infected, or he just shit himself??

Kylo trailed you to the bedroom, hands already helping your fumble with your zipper. He hummed as your flesh became exposed to him, fingers skimming over your spine. “You smell, delicious my love.”

You scoffed, “Yeah? It doesn’t smell dead to you or anything?”

He cocked an eyebrow, “What do you mean.” His lips now traveling up your knuckles to your shoulder, palms squeezing your bare breasts. You keened at his touch, momentarily forgetting what you were talking about.

“Love, I need you to lay down.”

“Kylo we need to talk about what’s going on, you’re acting weird-,”

“Please,” he whispered, hands now caressing your cheeks. His soft lips brushing your own, the smell dissipating when his breath fanned over you. “Lie back and spread your pussy for me.”

You took a deep breath, nodding as you obeyed him. Sprawling across the black sheets, pulling down your panties slowly. Kylo watched your movements, unblinking of course, tearing off his own clothes.

You brought your fingers down to your core, trailing up and down your lips. Feelings as they began to grow wet with anticipation. Kylo was fisting his cock as you moved, watching as you began pulling apart your folds. Showing him your hot center, begging for him. Just as you were about to speak, the smell hit you again, causing you to retch. Choking on your spit as he moved closer, settling between your open legs.

You felt him lean over your figure, cock angling into your entrance. He spoke, but his voice was different. Darker, almost haggard from wear and tear, “You know,” he sighed, hands locking behind your knees and spreading you more. “I’ve spent so long watching the two of you fuck,” he thrust inside you, “Watching as he got to taste your little cunt every,” another thrust, “Single day.” He laughed, the smell now pulling you into a trance, “And I thought, what I wouldn’t give to feel that for myself.”

“What-t what’s wrong with you Kylo,” you squeaked, eyes wide as you were spread by him.

“Oh daring,” he began to laugh. A deep and menacing cackle, “Kylos not here anymore.”

——

WHOOPISE cliffhanger. also i made him possessed by a demon.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN 😈

#adam driver #kylo ren #clyde logan #charlie barber #adamdriver #flip zimmerman #phillip altman #toby grisoni #kylo trash #modern kylo ren #possession #demon #anon answered #anon ask #ask fridays

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storiesforallfandoms · 5 years ago

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fixed ~ machine gun kelly

part one

word count: 1893

request?: technically yes

description: after months of trying to prove himself to her, colson decides to do the ultimate gesture to prove his love for her

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist

Months passed and Colson and I began dating again. It wasn’t my intention to let him back in that fast, I was going to make him work for it. But after being together for five years, Colson knew more about me than I even knew about myself, meaning he knew how to win me over very quickly.

Although we decided to resume our relationship, I still didn’t completely trust Colson yet. Every time he talked about having to leave for tour I cringed, whenever he went out with friends I got paranoid about who he was with, and whenever he posted pictures on Instagram or sent out tweets I was always scoping out to see who was commenting and liking (specifically, if Sommer was commenting and liking).

I tried to keep all this hidden at first as I didn’t want Colson thinking I was being clingy or anything, but then I realized I had every right to be acting this way. He didn’t give me any reason to trust him, not after he cheated on me with a girl he was constantly telling me he didn’t care about. So I decided to confront him about it.

“Do you still talk to Sommer?” I asked one day while we were cuddling on the couch.

Colson shook his head. “Nope, haven’t heard from her in months. Last I heard from the guys, she went back to her boyfriend and everything is all fine between them.”

I cringed to myself, although I wasn’t exactly one to talk considering I was back together with Colson. I wondered if Sommer’s boyfriend even knew that she cheated on him. The pictures the paparazzi had taken managed to hide her face, it could’ve been easy for her to play it off as if it wasn’t her.

I tried to stop thinking about it. Thinking about her was going to make me so angry when I really didn’t have to.

“Why?” Colson asked, moving so he could look down at me.

I shook my head. “It’s nothing, sorry I asked.”

“No seriously, tell me.”

I sighed heavily and sat up. Colson propped himself up against the arm rest to look at me. I couldn’t face him as I began to explain. “Part of me is still just...paranoid I guess. Whenever I see that you’ve posted something I keep looking at it expecting to see her in the comments, or on Twitter. And I feel bad about it but at the same time you gotta understand that you still haven’t completely won my trust back yet, especially when I really don’t know if you are still talking to Sommer, or if she’s still trying to interact with you despite everything that’s happened.”

I let my words hang in the air for a minute. Colson’s face was unreadable. Part of me was wondering if this would result in a fight, and if it did what should my reaction have been? I wasn’t going to feel sorry for not completely trusting him just yet. It had only been a few months, trust isn’t rebuilt that fast. If he was angry because of that, maybe it would be best to breakup. But at the same time, I did feel like a prying, untrusting girlfriend, even if I did have a reason to be that way. I felt conflicted, and the longer the silence lasted, the more my heart raced with worry and nervousness.

Colson held his arms out to me. Confused, I leaned into his embrace. He turned me around so I was sitting with my back against his chest as he grabbed his phone from the coffee table in front of us. He went to his contacts first, scrolling till his found Sommer’s name. My eyes widened in shock as he not only deleted her number, but blocked it from his phone as well. He went on to delete their text conversations (the last of which being from the day after the incident, where he told Sommer it would never happen again and Sommer left him on read), and to unfollow and block her on all forms of social media.

“There,” he said, placing his phone back on the table once he was finished. “Let’s see her trying to reach me after that.”

I looked at him in shock. I wasn’t sure what to expect to happen, but it certainly wasn’t for him to do that.

“I love you more than anything, (Y/N),” he told me. “Honestly, I’d block every slutty groupie that tries to slide into my DMs if I could, but that would take me hours. Although I can’t do that, I hope this small act of blocking Sommer will show you that I’m serious about our relationship. I don’t want to risk losing you again, and I will never do anything to risk that ever again.”

I lunged into Colson’s arms the minute the last word was out of his mouth, knocking the air out of him and causing him to start laughing. He wrapped his arms around me and I kissed him deeply and passionately.

Okay, maybe the trust was beginning to be rebuilt just a little.

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A few days later, I came home after work to find all the nights off in our house, with the exception of a glowing light coming from the kitchen.

“Colson?” I called as I approached the kitchen slowly.

The kitchen was set up with a handful of candles placed around on the counters and one in the middle of our dinner table, which had two places set across from one another. Colson was leaning against the table, wearing a pair of jeans and his nicest dress shirt. He smiled at me as I walked in.

“Welcome home, baby,” he said, crossing the room to give me a hug and kiss.

“What is all this?” I asked, motioning towards the table.

“I decided I wanted to set up a stay at home date night for us,” he explained. “You know I’m an awful cook, so I hope you don’t mind that I ordered some delivery instead. I even bought you a new dress to wear, too.”

I looked up at him with slight suspicion, but I definitely was not about to pass up a beautiful dinner date and a new dress.

I raced upstairs to our shared bedroom, where I found a beautiful black dress waiting for me. It came down to my knees and hugged me in a way that showed off my every curve and my cleavage, which I’m sure was Colson’s goal when he bought it. Still, I wasn’t about to complain. It was gorgeous. Usually, I would do my hair and makeup for a date with Colson, but since we were going to be staying home I decided to just take my hair out of its ponytail and leave it however it decided to fall, and went back downstairs with my neutral work makeup still on.

Like a gentlemen, Colson held my seat out for me and pushed it in as I sat down. He poured the both of us glasses of red wine and took his seat across from me.

“Okay, who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend?” I teased. “I don’t think you’ve been this romantic in our entire five years of dating.”

“I totally have!” he argued. “Our first date I took you to a fancy restaurant.”

“You tried to take me to a fancy restaurant. But then you realized you needed a reservation, and you didn’t have one, so we ended up going to a local diner or something.”

“You loved and still do love that diner, don’t even try to say you don’t.”

“Yeah you’re right, I do. It’s better than most fancy restaurants.”

“I’ll cheers to that.” I laughed as Colson tapped his wine glass against mine. “I just wanted to plan a nice, surprise dinner date for us. I may or may not have googled the idea, though, so you have caught me at being an awful romantic.”

“I think the word you’re looking for is hopeless, because you’re not awful. I love it, thank you baby.”

The date went perfectly. The food Colson ordered was delicious and we spent hours just talking and drinking the wine until the bottle was empty and I was starting to feel as though I had definitely drank at least half a bottle of wine.

Colson cleared away the dishes, absolutely refusing to let me do anything to help, so I just sat and waited to see what he had up his sleeve next. With the kitchen so dim besides the candles, I could only faintly see him as he walked in and put the dishes into the sink. He paused there a moment, and I figured I was about to be have another surprise, and I was right, but I could never expect this surprise.

Colson returned from the kitchen with a nervous look on his face. I looked up at him in concern and opened my mouth to ask what was going on, but my question quickly faded into a gasp when he lowered himself onto one knee and produced a ring from behind his back.

"I know the timing of this...probably could not be any worse,” he started. “I know we’re still in the process of fixing our relationship, so I understand if you say no, but I wanted to even just ask to see what you might say. (Y/N), I love you so much. I have since we first met. These past five years have been the best of my life. I couldn’t be happier with anyone else. I had planned to do this when I got back from tour, but of course I managed to royally fuck up our relationship before that. I can’t picture a future that doesn’t have you in it, whether it’s as my wife or even just as my girlfriend. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. (Y/N), will you marry me?”

Tears started to form in my eyes, and I was definitely very glad I decided not to do my makeup.

My words were caught in my throat and I couldn't get them out. I could see the concern growing on Colson’s face the longer I stayed silent. Finally, I managed to control my head enough to nod and a smile so bright that I was sure it could light up the room brighter than the candles broke across Colson’s face.

“Yes?” he asked.

I nodded and finally managed to get the words out. “Yes, Colson. Yes, oh my God yes, I’ll marry you!”

He lifted me from the chair and held me in his arms, kissing me so passionately that my head was beginning to spin, or maybe that was from the excitement of being engaged, and also the wine.

“Can I have the ring?” I asked when we finally managed to pull apart from one another.

“Oh yeah, yes. Here.”

He took my left hand and slid the ring onto my ring finger. It was gorgeous, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of it until I looked up at Colson and attached my lips to his again.

“I love you so much,” I said.

“I love you too, (Y/N).”

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #mgk #estxx #imagine #one shot #request #part two

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cassiopee-utopia · 4 years ago

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The day I ran into you 3/3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Chapter 3: Meet me at the restaurant

(3k words)

I am so excited. I am going to have a real date with Timothée Chalamet, I just can’t believe it! But wait, am I sure this is a date? Maybe he asked me to dinner out of politeness? Or maybe he didn’t know how to finally get rid of me and he panicked?

Uhg, what am I saying, we don’t invite someone to dinner when we want to get rid of them! And we especially don’t kiss their forehead! Actually, I think I’m the one panicking… I am still in the subway on my way home and I am mentally pacing up and down.

When I finally arrive at my apartment, another issue, which appeares to me as an insurmountable problem, come to my mind. What on earth am I going to wear?!? Something stylish or something more casual? The thing is, I don’t know where we’re going, so if he brings me to a fancy restaurant and I’m wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt I will look stupid, but on the other hand, if a wear a nice dress and we’re going to a pizzeria, I will also look stupid. So I am totally lost and it’s not like I could just ask him because I haven’t any way to contact him. Then, the only solution I have is simple, wear something between chic and casual.

And as a problem never comes alone, with the time I lost freaking out in front of my wardrobe it was already 7:10pm, and with his hotel being at least 30 minutes away, it means I have only 15 minutes left to get ready to make sure to get there on time.

Obviously I can’t take a shower in this short time so I take off the clothes I have on (his clothes), I jump in a simple and cute summer wrap black dress with a V neck and a pair of black sandals with small heels. I arrange the few makeup I have on to make a more sophisticated look as fast as I can and finally make a pony tale to hide how messy my hairs are after all that stress and the sweat I got from running everywhere in my apartment.

I check myself in the mirror one last time and lock my door at 7:26pm.

When I get out of my building my phone is indicating 40 minutes to get to his hotel. I am then officially late. I could run of course, but running in summer, and actually no matter the season, equals sweating, and I can’t arrive all sweaty to my date with Timothée Chalamet! So I decide to walk, fast, really fast.

When I arrive on the platform of the subway, I see the train I was supposed to be on leaving in the dark tunnel. Of course, the next one is in 7 minutes. I am so stressed, I’ve always hated to be late, it’s a real source of anxiety, even when it’s for something not really important like meeting friends for example, so right now, knowing what’s at stake for me, I am really harassed. I guess that when he suggested to meet at 8, he didn’t take into account that unlike him, I wasn’t already on site. But it’s okay, he’s gonna wait for me, right?

When I get out of the subway it is already 8:04 and I have still some walking to do to get to the hotel, but because of the heat there I can feel the drop I have on my forehead, so I can’t run anymore, unless I want to arrive like someone who run a marathon (I’m hardly exaggerating)? So I walk calmly, trying to wipe the sweat off my head.

8:11 I’m there, in the lobby, desperately looking for him. When I see him seated on one of the couches near the bar I feel so released. He is wearing an elegant white shirt and a pair of dark blue pants. I then head towards him and when he notices me, I say with my sorriest voice:

- My god, I’m so sorry, I’m late, I’m sorry Timothée, I’m…

- Hey, hey, hey, he says softly touching my agitated arms. It’s okay. (He looks at his watch). It’s only 8:12, you’re not late. You know, I’ve got here just 5 minutes ago so relax.

- Okay, then I’m not that sorry, I smirk.

As an answer he just rolls his eyes with a soft smile.

- So, where are you taking me? I ask.

- You’ll see.

- But…

- You’ll see.

- This is not funny.

- Yes, it is! He says laughing.

I make a face to him as we are going out of the hotel. When I look back ahead of me, I see a black car parked just in front of us with a guy waiting next it. When he sees Timothée, he makes a hand gesture to him.

- This is our car? No subway anymore? I question.

- No, no subway in the evening, it’s not chic!

Timothée opens the back door and says to me with a sort of bow.

- My lady, your carriage is here.

I bow too taking his hand and say:

- Well, dear sir, I am more than delighted.

We both laugh and enter in the car.

During our drive we are both silent and are looking awkwardly at each other every now and then. But after 5 minutes he finally breaks the silence.

- So, as I’m a nice guy I’m gonna give you a clue: water.

- Water?

- Yup.

- uhm… Oh! Water like the Seine water!?

- Exactly! What a little genius!

- Yeah, yeah I know, I say smirking

- Don’t get carried away, my clue was extremely easy.

A few minutes later we finally arrive. Timothée thanks the driver and tell him he will call him back to pick us up.

The restaurant is a wonderful barge in front of the Eiffel Tower. As it is currently the longest days of the year, it’s still pretty luminous outside, so it isn’t illuminated yet.

The exterior walls of the barge are entirely in glass and there is a terrace on the roof.

The restaurant is already pretty crowded and when I see the elegance of the decoration, the furniture, the waiters and even the clients, I understand that it is kind of a luxury restaurant. In that moment I am relieved to have chosen a cute black dress but also embarrassed at the idea of the price this restaurant must cost.

A waiter installs us upstairs at one of the best places of the roof when he hears Timothée’s reservation name. He immediately gives us the menu.

Once we’re alone, I tell him:

- So you’re the kind of guy who can get a reservation in an exclusive restaurant just one hour before?

- Yeah, apparently…

- No seriously, how did you do that, this place is amazing!

- Really, you like it?

- Are you kidding? Obviously I do! I mean, just look around you, I’ve never been in such a restaurant!

- Well, I’m pleased you like it then, he says with a sincere smile.

- But you didn’t answer my question, how did you manage to have a reservation here?

- I guess I can be very persuasive, he answers smirking.

- Timothée, this is a serious question, was it because of who you are?

- Oh, not at all… When I tried to use my name to convince them to let us come, the guy on the phone said: “Who?? I don’t know any Timothée Chamanet”. So, I decided to use some of my connections.

- Timothée “Chamanet”, the guy with the good connections…

- Please don’t call me that way, he says with his hands on his face pretending he’s sad.

We laugh.

- But more seriously, why didn’t you just choose another restaurant?

- Because someone I know highly recommended it to me and I thought it was the perfect occasion!

- You mean, I’m the perfect occasion? I say a little self-conscious.

- Yes, perfect, he says putting his hand on mine.

He’s looking right into my eyes, his beautiful curls a little bit over his. He then starts brushing softly my hand with his thumb and I feel that I am blushing really strongly, so I decide to change the subject.

- So, uhm… we should order, shall we? I say quickly, removing my hand and taking the menu.

- Yes, yes, but you know, you’re really cute when you blush, you shouldn’t be embarrassed, he reply with a gentle voice.

Oh dear! In this moment the only thing I manage to do is to open the menu and hide behind it.

- Who’s hiding now? He says amused.

- This is not funny, I answer still hidden.

- Yeah, you’re right, it’s not funny when your date is hiding from you.

He delicately pushes down the menu I’m holding.

-Date? I ask quietly.

-Yes, if it’s okay with you.

As an answer I offer him my biggest smile.

- Nice! Now let’s see what we have here! He tells taking his menu.

When my eyes lean on the one still in my hands, they open wide seeing the prices.

- Oh my god, Timothée this is so much… you can’t…

He doesn’t let me finish and cut me off.

- I can.

- But…

- I can.

With the tone he uses I understand that I can’t make any protest.

After a few minutes we finally make our decisions and tell the waiter our order. I choose a sole and Timothée take a duck breast fillet.

The whole time we’re waiting for our courses we’re talking about our personal life, like why did I choose to study communications or how shooting he’s first movie was… But I am not really in the conversation as I can’t stop thinking about what he has just said. “Perfection occasion” ; “date” ; his hand on mine… or simply the fact that I just spent the whole afternoon with him and that now we’re at a restaurant. Everything is mixing up in my head and I don’t know what to think of this situation, about the after. Because, I mean, yeah what’s going to happen tomorrow? Will I ever see him again? Or is it just a kind of a one-time thing for him? And anyway, even if it wasn’t a one-time thing and he really liked me, this relationship, whatever it is, is simply not possible! I mean, I live in Paris and him in New York and he travels all around the world a big part of…

- Rachel? … Rachel!?

I suddenly go out of my thoughts.

- Um?

- Are you listening to me?

- Pff, of course I’m listening to you! I reply with an unconvincing air.

- Okay, then, what did I just said?

- … er… you, you said that… er…

- I see. What were you thinking about? Is there something wrong? He asks me with a concerned look.

- Yeah, yeah, sorry, I was just lost in my thoughts.

Luckily for me, I’m saved of this situation by the waiter who bring us our dishes.

- That looks delicious, thank you! Timothée says to the man.

And indeed, that is delicious!

- This is so beautiful!

- What? Are you falling in love with your fillet? I joke.

- Pff, no! The Eiffel Tower!

I turn my head in the direction he is looking, and I see it, the illuminated Eiffel Tower, sparkling as it is probably 9pm, and yes, even if I had been in Paris for a few months now I am still amazed by this beauty. (* the Eiffel Tower sparkles every night at the beginning of each hour for about five minutes until 1 am).

- Yeah, it’s marvelous, I didn’t even notice it was on.

When I look back at him, he is still admiring the tower that is on his side, letting appear his perfect profile accompanied by his renowned jawline. I can see the sparkles reflecting on his eyes and I am melting because of what I am seeing just in front of me.

- Yeah, it’s so so beautiful, I murmur.

We continue to talk about everything and nothing, to laugh and tease each other until the end of our respective dessert.

- Woo! I think I ate for the whole week, I can't swallow anything anymore! I exclaim.

- Come on, we both know in one hour you’ll be hungry again! He says laughing.

- No, na, nao, na… yeah okay you’re right.

We both laugh.

- But seriously, thank again Timothée that was succulent!

- You’re welcome. But you’re the one that should be thanked, because I spent a delightful evening with you, he smiles at me.

I widely smile at him too.

- So, shall we go? He asks.

- Yeah, let’s go!

- Perfect, I’m going to pay, you wait me at the exit?

- Thanks again for that.

- I said it was fine Rachel, you don’t have to thank me every two minutes!

I smile and go towards the stairs and then the exit.

I take my phone to check the time, 9:49pm. I then try to check my face with the front camera but even with the streetlights it is too dark and the quality of my iPhone 6s camera doesn’t help at all. I try to find the spot with most light, but I get interrupted by a voice behind me that makes me jump.

- What are you doing?

- Oh, you scared me Timothée!

- Sorry for that… But seriously, what were those weird movements every which way? He asks laughing

- Hey! Don’t laugh okay! I was just trying to check my face with my front camera…

- You do know there are restrooms with a mirror in the restaurant right? He says pointing a finger over his shoulder in direction of the restaurant.

- err..

- Anyway, you don’t have to worry, you look perfect.

He doesn’t let me react and directly ask me:

- What about a little walk down the quay?

- That sounds nice.

We walk close to each other, silently, under the light of the streetlamps. On our way we cross paths with a couple, a group of young people drinking beers, and even a jogger. God no matter what the time it is, there’s always joggers in this city…

All of a sudden, without any warnings he takes my hand in the most natural way possible, like if we’ve been together for months. The only thing I do at this moment is to look down and let a big smile out.

But then, my smile disappears as I rethink about what I told myself earlier. What’s next? What about tomorrow and all the other days after that? And this time, a waiter isn’t going to save me from that, no, I have to face it and ask him, so I stop and tell him, looking right into his eyes:

- Timothée, what’s next?

- What do you mean what’s next? He asks confused.

- er… you know, this, … us… I mean, what does this afternoon mean to you? I mean, you talked about a date, you now take my hand, but we both know that you don’t live here, so, I just don’t understand what you’re doing… and er… I know that I should just enjoy the wonderful time I’m having with you but now, I don’t know anymore how to act around you and how to react to what you do or say, cause I don’t know… er… what do I mean to you?

He is standing here, in front of me, still and silent, looking in my eyes. Then he gets slowly closer to me, put his right hand on my waist, which makes me froze, and next his left hand on my cheek as he is still getting closer. Our faces are now only separated by a few centimeters, and we are still looking deeply in each other’s eyes until he looks a little bit downer, at my lips I suppose, and smiles softly. My heart is beating so hard, I swear he can probably hear it. He brings his mouth to my ear and says quietly:

- This is what you mean to mean.

As soon as he ends his sentence, he attaches his lips to mine and kisses me deeply. The first three seconds I am still not able to react as the situation seems so unreal to me, but then those butterflies come and I’m starting to relax and kiss him back, placing a hand in his hairs and the other down his back. In that moment I forget everything around me, every preoccupation and doubts I have, I’m just floating in his arms.

When we pull back and end the kiss, we are both smiling like idiots looking at each other with my hands on his shoulders and his hands on my waist. I then see just behind him the most cliché thing ever, the Eiffel Tower sparkling, again, but I love it because I like that kind of romantic but cliché stuff.

- Look! I told him pointing at it.

He turns back.

- Wow, I guess this going to be a habit for us, he says smiling. And for your interrogations about what’s going to happen next, don’t worry… If I remember well, you dream to live in the US and you only have one or two years of college left, right?

- Yeah.

- And until then, I can visit you quite often as I have the money to.

- Yeah, I guess.

- See? We can figure it out. We will figure it out… Because it’s not every day we ran into love.

The End

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moonstruckbucky · 5 years ago

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Come Over (3/7)

Summary: You’re new to New York City. Fresh out of post-grad and wanting a change of pace, and this change comes in more ways than one.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader. Neighbor AU.

Warnings for Series: Fluff, angst, pining, the ush! Also, swearing, because nobody ever washed my mouth out with soap.

Notes: So I’ve daydreamed about a neighbor AU for an embarrassing amount of time, and I need something to get my creative juices flowing again. So, ta-da.

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

A month into your new life in New York, you feel more settled in. Your apartment doesn’t look like a warehouse piled high with boxes, and you’ve even spent some of your signing bonus on artwork to hang on the walls and a few plants to bring some life to the space. You’re even considering getting a cat.

At work, you frequently eat your lunch with not only Wanda and Vis, but the three other women on your floor. Maria, Charlotte, and Sarah are all mothers, so they don’t usually attend the girls’ night out you and Wanda plan every week, but they’re still pleasant to sit and chat with regardless. It’s made you feel even more at home at Stark Industries.

Speaking of, Tony is a riot, you’ve learned. You’ve come out of your shell a little more with each day you work for him, and it’s mostly in thanks to Tony’s easy-going personality. Though he’s clearly a workaholic on top of being addicted to caffeine (for anyone else this might’ve been a destructive combination but Tony seems to wield both extremely well), he feels more like a weird brother/father figure than a boss. He keeps most projects secret from you, but occasionally he’ll show you a new update or ask for your opinion as a consumer. You’re honest with him without kissing his ass too much about it.

Since he lives closer, Sam comes over a couple times a week to hang out with you and catch up on your favorite shows. He tries to bring Clint with him most times, but being neck-deep in a new case makes it hard for him to get away to visit. You settle for FaceTiming him during the week even though it isn’t the same.

It’s one of your weekly nights with Sam, who reclines in your new armchair with his feet up and an open beer in his fist. You’re catching up on Mindhunter with him, relaxed on the couch under a big fluffy blanket with your own beer. In between episodes Sam has been telling you all about the girl he’s been seeing, to which you demand you meet her for approval.

He rolls his eyes and asks, “Isn’t that my job?”

You scoff. “You’re my best friend, Sam, and as my best friend, I’ve got to make you’re taken care of just as much as you’re taking care of her.”

He grumbles under his breath but you can see a slight pinkness to his dark skin that makes you smirk in victory. A few moments of silence and then:

“So what about you and Neighbor Boy then? What’s going on there?” While your smirk drops, his widens. You take a long pull from your beer.

“Absolutely nothing, Sam.”

He snorts and gestures with his beer. “You have coffee dates almost every week!”

“He helps me put furniture together! There’s absolutely nothing but friendship there, I assure you.”

A doubtful look characterized by lowering of his eyebrows and pursed lips. A responding eye roll and scrunched up face, a silent don’t give me that look.

“Want another?” you ask, needing to busy yourself in order to keep your unusually attractive neighbor out of your head. Throwing the blanket off your lap, you stand up and accept the empty bottle Sam holds out to you.

If he notices that you take a little longer to fetch two more beers, he doesn’t say anything when you get back to the couch. He presses ‘play’ on the remote and the topic of your neighbor is dropped.

For an hour.

“So, you’re coming next Sunday for our football party right?” Sam asks.

Once a month during football season, Sam and Clint co-host a party at your brother’s apartment. You make your five-layer chip dip and Sam brings a massive amount of wings while Clint provides endless beer and a giant wrap-around couch that seats eight. (You’re still not sure how he fit the damn thing in his apartment.) To antagonize Clint and to make the day a little more fun, you and Sam always show up in your matching Patriots jerseys representing the McCourty twins.

“Of course I’ll be there! I never miss it!” you reply with an incredulous look. Sam holds up his hands.

“Hey, just wanted to make sure you didn’t have any new furniture that needed assembling that day.” He chortles when you chuck the throw pillow under your hip at him and nail him in the chest. “I’m kidding. Mostly. But, uh, I was gonna say, if you wanted to invite him, you could. Not as a date, don’t you throw that bottle! Jesus. Crazy. Just, Clint and I think he’s cool and it’d be cool to have another dude around.”

You watch him for a few moments, see no trace of his earlier teasing, and sigh and relax back into the couch. “I’ll think about it, okay?”

“All I ask.”

Sam, bless him, leaves you be about Bucky for the remainder of your evening together. When he’s gone, your mind can’t rest just yet, so you open up a new beer and put on a rerun of CSI. You’ll regret staying up so late in the morning, but for now, you let your mind get sucked into the emotional episode of Warrick’s funeral.

Regret is a bitter bitch, and the next morning it comes in the form of a prominent headache paired with under-eye bags your makeup barely hides. A three-hour binge of CSI definitely wasn’t your smartest move considering you’ve a fairly important meeting with Tony in about two hours. Hair tied back in a ponytail and makeup...done but slightly unsatisfactory, you slip into a black pencil skirt with a mustard blouse tucked in. Your feet slide into a pair of black pumps and you throw on a jacket to combat the cool October morning.

You know your face shows your exhaustion as you give yourself a final once over, but there’s not much you can do short of downing copious amounts of coffee. Tote bag slung over your shoulder, you head out of your apartment with a sigh. As you’re locking your door, the one next to yours opens, and Bucky steps out looking ten kinds of delicious in his running gear, tattoos on full display thanks to his tight tank top.

You grunt when he tells you good morning, chuckles good-naturedly until he sees your eyes. Then he’s frowning in concern and you’re almost desperate to do anything to wipe it off. Such a man should not be frowning.

“Did you get any sleep last night?” he asks, falling into step with you towards the elevator. You resist the urge to rub your eyes in order to preserve your makeup.

“Not really. Sam stayed till about ten and then I stayed up a little while longer. Guess I just couldn’t fall asleep.” To punctuate your sentence, a long yawn escapes. Bucky stands next to you in the elevator, close enough you can feel the heat radiating from him and it’s wholly distracting. “And I have a meeting in a couple hours and I’m not really sure how I’m going to get through it without dozing a few hundred times. Know anyone who can hook me up with a caffeine IV?”

He laughs, the sound echoing in the small space, and despite the warmth and your jacket you still suppress a shiver.

“I’m afraid not. Hey, do you have a few minutes? We can go get a cup now, if you want,” he offers, blue eyes boring into yours, and you nod before you can really think about it. His smile brightens up the entire elevator, and then he’s leading you with a hand on your back out into the lobby and finally out onto the street.

He takes you to a place between your apartment building and the subway, stands with his hands in his pockets as you both wait in line. Sam’s invite bounces around in your head, your nerves expressing themselves in the form of tapping your fingers on your arms, which are crossed over your chest.

Bucky and you order your respective drinks and he reaches into his pocket for his wallet. Your hand on his arm stops him, has him looking down at you with those depthless blue eyes.

“I’ve got it,” you say softly with a small smile. He opens his mouth, no doubt to protest, but you merely hand over some cash to the cashier. “You’ve helped me a ton this past month. Let me at least start paying you back with coffee.”

The blush that overtakes his face has your insides fluttering with giddiness. You have to bite your lip to keep back your grin, your entire body warming over the fact you’ve made this beautiful giant of a man blush. As the two of you stand off to the side and wait for your orders, you feel a small boost in confidence.

“Hey Bucky, I was wondering—” You’re cut off by the shrill ringing of his phone. He sighs and pulls the device from his pocket, and if you hadn’t been eyeing him so closely, you’d miss the slight downward twitch of his mouth.

“Excuse me just one sec okay?” he says apologetically. When he looks up at you, you know he means it and you nod. He smiles tightly and walks off down the small hallway that leads to the bathrooms, accepting the call with a hushed “Hi”.

You wait patiently until the barista calls your name and Bucky’s, and you grab both cups and sip lightly from yours while Bucky’s on his call. You can see him in the hall, shoulders hunched and free hand swinging about as he gestures. That pinched look is on his face again and you feel a faint tug in your gut that has you wondering if you’re close enough friends to ask.

Before you can decide one way or another, he’s pulling his phone from his ear and shoving it back in his pocket.

“Sorry about that,” he sighs, accepting the coffee you hand to him with a close-lipped smile. He takes a long drink from it, wincing a little at the burn, and licks his top lip. It’s horribly distracting for a minute. “What were you going to ask me?”

“Oh, um, I was just wondering if you maybe—oh shit.” A quick glance down at your watch shows you’re going to be late if you wait any longer. “I’m sorry, I’ve got to get going otherwise Tony’s going to kill me with his newest project. Um, I’ll see you later?”

Bucky’s blue eyes are slightly widened in surprise at your sudden departure. “Y-Yeah, definitely. Maybe you can tell me about this new project.” It’s said with a wink that tickles your insides.

“Maybe. If I’m not sworn to secrecy. Bye, Bucky!”

“Have a good day at work. And thanks for the coffee!” he calls out as you fly out of the cafe.

Your exhaustion only worsens as the day goes on. The meeting you’d sat in on was nothing short of boring—even Tony dozed off a few times, but only you’d taken notice because you were seated beside him and heard the tiny little snores. Your planner had been filled with new doodles of suns, clouds, flowers, and a tiny little witch in the margins. You’re still unsure why you’d been required to attend this meeting; you have a pile of things on your desk that could have been done in the two hours you sat uncomfortably in your chair, listening to the other tech geniuses go back and forth on new design ideas.

By the time it’s time for you to leave, you feel dead on your feet, which are cramping in your shoes. Your neck, shoulders, and back are also killing you due to sitting in your chair and hunching over the screen built into your desk. The subway ride home has you almost falling asleep, lulled by the gentle swaying of the car and the four hours’ sleep you got the night before.

It’s a slow climb to your apartment, and as you pass Bucky’s door you hesitate. You never did get to ask him this morning and so, because you’re too damn tired to be shy, you turn and knock three times on his door. From behind the wood you can make out a scuffle, and then the door is yanked open and your mouth runs dry.

Bucky stands before you, shirtless and gleaming with sweat. He’s breathless, that broad chest heaving up and down. There’s a smattering of dark hair across his chest and beneath his navel that disappears into the band of his shorts. The hair on his head is mussed, as if he’d been sleeping or hand run his hands through it.

“Y/N,” he gasps. Crimson creeps up his neck and across his chest, stains his cheeks as well as he avoids looking at your eyes. He glances over his shoulder briefly before turning back to you, eyes cast down at the neckline of your blouse. “Wha-What are you, um, doing here?”

“I, uh, wanted to ask you if you wanted to come to my brother’s with me for the football game on Sunday?” you ask in an equally breathless rush.

Bucky seems surprised by the question and is about to answer when a second, female voice calls from behind him, “James?”

A blonde head appears over his shoulder and the slender woman tucks herself under Bucky’s arm, looking equally as disheveled. You feel the color drain from your face even though it warms under the implication that you've...interrupted. There’s no question of what they’d been, or had about to have been, doing because the blonde’s hair is ruffled just like Bucky’s, her full lips red and kiss-bitten. Her blouse is untucked and unbuttoned.

You can’t take your eyes off her, nor she you as she lays a manicured hand on Bucky’s chest, a universal female power move that says he’s mine.

Bucky looks as awkward as you feel, shifting from bare foot to bare foot even as his hand rests on the woman’s shoulder. He clears his throat and gestures with his free hand to the woman, whose eyes have not left your form and are currently on their third sweep of your entire figure.

“Uh, Y/N, this is Sharon.”

“His girlfriend,” Sharon interjects. A sideways tilt of her lips that you know means no good. She reaches out with that manicured hand for yours and you shake it quickly, dropping it as if it’s burned you.

In a way, it has. It’s burned you so badly on the inside that you want nothing more than to duck into your apartment with your tail between your legs. You can feel the flames licking at your gut, sliding up your esophagus to singe your throat. It’s bitter, the burn, and it puts a pressure in your throat and behind your eyes.

“Sharon, this is Y/N, our new neighbor I was telling you about.” He won’t look at you, focusing instead on the blank wall just over your shoulder.

His sudden refusal to look at you pairs badly with your embarrassment, from both interrupting and for ever thinking you might have a chance, and you wish the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

Chapter Four

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seriouslyblacklikemysoul · 4 years ago

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Until Forever - Sirius Black

Chapter 11. Friends.

After that particular talk she had with Minerva, she felt lighter, as if the weight she was carrying on had been lifted from her chest, freeing her from the invisible tyrant. She had finally found someone she could be honest – she hated lying, even white lies put her in a hard position. She was slowly learning how to be at ease when things falling apart and that she had to start over; how to trust those new beginnings once more, how to trust in the rebirth of things and people, including herself; that with every new beginning, she found another lost piece of herself, and with every new adventure, she fell in love with something she would never have thought she’d love. They were scary and confusing but they were also spectacular and extraordinary. Running away was not always the solution. Slowly, but steadily enough, she was learning how to let new people in – how to reawaken her faith in people and their ability to love and their ability to open her heart again. And while she was dreading it, she was hoping that people could see all the different sides of her and still stay. She was never big on trusting herself but she had to; she had to find the ability to trust all those tough experiences that left scars inside her heart or stitches inside her brain, all of that contributed to who she had grown to be. She had to finally understand that things didn’t always fall apart to give an ending, but sometimes they fell apart to present a new beginning. Couple of days passed her by, as she decided to do nothing at all but take of herself, occasionally talking about her secret with her professor and giving in to the pleasure of the beauty world. She was a 2020’s girl and could not, would not, compromise that for the makeup trends of the 70s and 80s. She hated the bold colors that were used without blending – the big hair and the extreme statements. She was a girl of her time, and that time wasn’t this one. Her things were cut-creases and winged eyeliner, matte foundation and contouring, perfectly shaped eyebrows and soft lips. She had to ask her professor for a couple of favors, but Minerva was more than happy to oblige, remembering her young years as well. She had spent the last days, happily alone – of course she was thinking about everything. Her old life, however, seemed too far away from her now. Like a distant dream. She knew that it was more than just a possibility to never live in her time again, and even though that saddened her, she found herself relieved – she had formed attachments despite her initial thoughts of being distant and alone. Yup, that went well.

The 29th day of December had arrived and she was still contemplating whether or not to go to the party. Thanks to Minerva, who was even more excited than she was, she had now a gorgeous dress and high heels but her gut feeling told her that maybe, she just wanted to go so she could see him. With another girl. And in the process, hurt Remus again. While all that time, she should be investigating everyone and everything so she could find a way to change the story and the outcomes. Oh, well, she was twenty-two, after all. She was one of the very few Gryffindors who had stayed and she had the common room to herself most of the time – just like now; she was enjoying silence with a bottle of sparkling wine. She was ecstatic for not having to buy more bottles but simply conjuring more delicious wine – magic was helpful. Unknown to her, she was being stared at. She had stars behind each eyelid and a galaxy in her soul that drew people to her endless heart, like the pull of a black hole, she was made of earth and fire, of wishes cast on shooting stars. She was a brand-new solar system, unlike the ones he had known so far, with constellations ever changing. No one could memorize her skies and he thought the thing for all of her previous relationships to do was bring her down to size. He could see, they had tried to shrunk the universe within her, told her that her vast expanse was wrong, that she should make her life much smaller, if she wanted to belong. But she had denied them that privilege over her and he was amazed by her strength. He threw himself to the couch and she yelp in surprise. He was the last person she expected to see there. He was enjoying her loss of words very much, trying at the same time to convince himself that his visit was purely out of friendly interest. “What can I say? I felt bad for leaving you alone” he exclaimed rather provocatively. She sneered and arched her eyebrow. That was how they were playing at. “Don’t. I was having fun” she answered truthfully, pointing at her drink. He knew he was supposed to follow her hand but he couldn’t take his eyes off of her. She was a vision of heartache and blooded marches that hadn’t even started yet; a battlefield of blossomed roses about to sacrifice themselves to the Gods so that their love would survive. “What kind of a friend would I be then, huh? Speaking of, I didn’t know your birthday was a month ago. But guess who did… ouch” he said and even though it was a mockery, he did sound hurt, or rather jealous. She thought about the word he had used – friend. He wasn’t. Even though she so desperately wanted him to be, he wasn’t. “He asked, you didn’t” she fired as soft as a bullet hitting the petals of a rose. Raising her glass to a toast she never proposed, she saluted him and he knew she was in a mood, alright. “Careful there, you were almost being sweet” he provoked her further. She simply turned her entire body towards him, taking notice of everything, his outfit, his hair, his eyes. He could wear a rag and he would still look incredible. Of course, the leather jacket and the black biker boots were making her imagination run wild. She forgot what she wanted to say to him – probably something sarcastic – and instead offered wine, face masks and her room. Bold move – and a risk he accepted. Sirius was a dilemma; a broken crown wanting to reclaim the throne; a shuttered mirror trying to depict life as it once was. She thought how childish he had been described in the books – but she kept forgetting that all of that was supposed to be parts of a book. He felt real, next to her, with a green tissue mask on his face, pretending to be a zombie and drinking wine. He was just a young adult and he had every right in the world to enjoy his life as much as possible – she wanted him to have those moments, for later he would lose all hope. “What is this? I love it!” he proclaimed his love to the bottle of wine he had also claimed for himself only. She tried not to laugh because she, herself, had a tissue mask on her face but it proved to be impossible. “It’s called Moscato d’Asti – and it’s my favorite” she told him as she laid on her bed, closing her eyes, not wanting to meet his. Next thing she knew, he was right beside her, his hand grazing her thigh. She swallowed hard and shot up – straight to the bathroom. Removing the mask and washing her face with cold water, she did a breathing exercise to calm her nerves but her stomach had been replaced by a knot. She looked at the mirror, a reflection she didn’t recognize. Taking a deep breath, she went out finding Sirius pacing back and forth. It would have been a rather serious scene but he still had his mask on, something he realized and looked down embarrassed. After a moment or two in the bathroom, recollecting himself, he exited with a fake smile that made her guts twist, so she blurted out the first thing that came into her mind. “I met your brother. Nice guy” she commented honestly but his cringed. Arching her eyebrow, and raising her hands up, she surrendered. He sat down next to her, eyeing her and wanting nothing more than to tell her the whole truth. “I will answer any question you have but let me give you your birthday present” he gave in once his eyes met hers. He was lying to everyone when he was pretending to be her friend – he wasn’t. Before she could register what was happening, Sirius had an entire tattoo kit to play with. Her mouth hung open, not even close to believing the scene unfolding. “No, no, no, no. First off, you’re drunk. Then I don’t trust you with a needle to draw something permanent on me and no!” she summed up quickly but he wasn’t listening. “I know what I am doing. Trust me” he informed her rather nonchalant. They did have a deal… She bit her lip and rolled her eyes. Fine. She had an excuse now, for revealing her tattoos to him. He hadn’t asked her too but she wanted. “Okay. But you have to see my other tattoos first” she carefully told him, watching hi prepare the equipment; his head shot up in the words. He had never thought she would show him her story – because each tattoo was a part of her story. She had never been good at hiding her feelings… and here she was, swallowing her emotions, mutilating her own self for someone else’s sake. She saw the broken pieces in his eyes and wished she could tell him that he would heal in four months, or two weeks, or by next Monday if he really tried. But she couldn’t and that costed her. For if there was anything, she had learned about moving forward, about letting go, about becoming the person she wanted to become — it was that it happened in the quietest moments. Growth crept into her, it burrowed and it stretched, it cracked her open from the inside, and one day she woke up and she had to open her eyes. Maybe he would need more time or better suited people around him. Slowly, she revealed each of her tattoos to him. She removed the spell concealing them and let him explore her. He was tracing his fingertips on her skin. He had seen the lotus flower and remembered her explanation. Her left ring finger was delicately decorated with a small rose. His hands traveled to the inner part of her forearm just below her right elbow, caressing the bracelet of the phases of the moon and the sunflower that reminded him of the sunflowers Van Gogh used to paint. Her shirt was loose enough for him to push the strips off of her shoulder to reveal the Arabic quote she had tattooed on her left collarbone. Before he could stop himself, he was fondling her inked skin – his hand was too close to her neck – he could see her pulse quicken, he felt her breath on his mouth. He knew she had more tattoos but stopped before leaning too close. “I didn’t run away to leave my brother behind. I was thrown out and I am haunted by the ghost of him. I know I have screwed up but they were right about one thing. I don’t believe that I deserve love – I couldn’t give it when I had to” he confessed, gathering his tools to create a birthday present for her that would last. She didn’t dare to move, looking at him as if any moment now, he would vanish. He carefully took her left hand and cleaned the inner part of her forearm just below her elbow with pure alcohol. With an eye contact to seal their deal, he begun drawing. It hurt but it was a sweet burning sensation that she didn’t really mind. “It’s a lie to think that you don’t deserve love if you aren’t able to love yourself. You deserve it. You deserve companionship and care and relationships that feel good and spaces where you’re cherished and valued. Even if you have days where you want to crawl out of your skin and disappear. Even if there are moments when you feel inadequate and unlovable. You don’t have to be alone just because you’re battling your own darkness. Carrying that weight doesn’t make you defective or too much or unworthy of love and belonging. It makes you human. It makes you someone who’s internalized judgments that were never yours to carry. It makes you someone who’s survived a lifetime of trauma and loss and pain. Someone resilient and inconceivably brave. Someone courageous enough to connect, despite the lies in your head. And there’s no shame in that. So please, don’t withdraw or close yourself off. Self-hatred doesn’t get unlearned through isolation. It’s unlearned through love. Through connection and care. Through having relationships and gathering evidence that you can be imperfect and struggling and still be valued. That you can hurt and be at war with your head and still be wanted. I know it’s hard to trust, but you belong. And no matter how much darkness you’re carrying, you deserve to love and be loved” she told him while he was still focused on the piece, he wanted her to have. His hair falling elegantly on his face, eyes silver as mercury dancing across her skin. ‘There is a crack in everything. That’s how the light gets in’ it read as the quote was mingling with the swirling blues and yellows of the Starry night. It was a bracelet as well but it made her teary – her favorite painting with some of the most meaningful words she had read. He wrapped it and sealed it close but she already knew how to take care of new tattoos. When his eyes met hers, the entire world seized to exist. It was just them and nothing could intervene. She didn’t stop herself from hugging him and thanking him – a whisper that made him melt inside her embrace. “There is a Japanese word; kinsukuroi. It’s the art of repairing pottery with gold or silver lacquer and understanding that the piece is more beautiful for having been broken. I find it strangely reassuring” he tenderly told her and she felt a blissful breeze of refreshing air calming down her lungs. “If you want to see the other tattoos, you can. It’s just that…” she trailed of and cautiously grabbed the hem of her shirt to pull it off. She knew it was too much – she could have just described them to him. But she knew it was a risk she was willing to take because the moment would never be perfect, the circumstances would only worsen and her heart would only break even more. He took a sharp breath in but didn’t stop her; quite the opposite really. He found himself helping her out of her shirt with shaky hands. His touch burned her but she could only look at him and see a future – it scared her. His eyes stayed on hers but slowly they roamed her upper body and suddenly they fell on the canis major constellation, tattooed right in the middle of her chest – underneath her bra. There was a small blue bird in the left side of her rib-cage, probably the one from Bukowski’s poem. He wasn’t able to do anything but stare at her and explore her body. She softly nudged her hair out of the way and his eyes traveled to her neck once again. It was the most intimate thing he had ever done. She twisted her torso so he could see her back – a pair of antlers resting close to her hairline and the planetary system running down her spine. Not just any tattoo. It was almost identical to his. “How is this possible? The moon, the canis major, the antlers, the planets? How?” he asked disoriented, not knowing which tattoo to look at because if he looked at her face, he would kiss her, crush her in his arms. She shrugged and put her shirt back on. He knew those tattoos were done at least a year ago – she didn’t know them. “Maybe not in your reality. But is was in mine” she airily told him, leaving him with questions to which he did know the answer. The girl in front of him hadn’t simply fallen from the sky to his embrace. She had fallen through time. He was too close, his breath on her mouth, her hands on his arm, tracing the patterns of his tattoos. She closed her eyes, not wanting to collide. Not now. Not yet. But she couldn’t say no all at once. She placed a small peck on his cheek and thanked him again. “Care for a cigarette?” she mouthed too close to his lips. No, he didn’t. He cared about her. All the right ways – and all the wrong ones. He was hers in a way he never belonged to anyone ever before. A little. A lot. Passionately. Not all.

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ficsnroses · 5 years ago

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Friends With Benefits Part 2 - Keanu Reeves x Reader

Chapter 2 ~ A Mid Weeks Visit.

Part 1

Word Count : 2834

Warnings : NSFW, Swearing, Unprotected Sex, Use of Plan B. Fluff. 18+ readers.

Summary : What happens when two, lonely friends start seeing and confiding in each other for sex? A tricky friends with benefits love story, when feelings get in the way.

notes : welcome to chapter two! Can’t wait to hear what all you lovely folks think. :)

City nightlife was really something dreamy. The drive to Keanu’s house was equipped with nonchalant gazes at the town that surrounded, filled with beauty to the brim. It was nearing the end of November, signaling the splurge of Christmas cheer in every part of the city. It had been garnished with Christmas trees, seeming as if they erupted from the chalky ground, branches embellished with pretty reds and greens.

Had it not been for the snarl of the car engine, you may have just felt as if floating in a dreamland. Prop designing didn’t pay the best sometimes, and you never had stability with finding work. Attributed to the latter, you had a pretty shitty car. It got you from place to place, serving its ultimate purpose. Keanu hated the fact that you still drove around the rather undesirable piece of machinery, he would tell you to get a new one every time he saw it. Unfortunately for you, you couldn’t afford that. Easy for Mr big shot movie star to say, you often laughed to yourself.

People seemed to get happier, more doused in love during this season. Everywhere your eyes glanced, couples held hands, stealing heartfelt glimpses at each other. It must have been nice to have a person during this time of year. Someone to call your own, someone to make the holiday season merrier.

You realized, you had never spent the holidays with a significant other. Sure, you had a few boyfriends here and there, but no one ever felt special enough to last. Normally for you, “us” seemed to cease to exist nearing the end of the year, leaving just you alone. You were just unlucky in love, you guessed.

Once at the gate, you paused momentarily, parking your car and fixing yourself a little. Keanu and you got to know each other pretty well over the past year and a half. Ever since you started getting intimate, you’d basically memorized each others bodies. You still liked to look good for him though, liked to make him desire you.

Although you had showered and took off your makeup before Keanu texted, you opted to still fix up your hair a little, and apply a light layer of concealer and a nude lipstick. You had also thrown on a lacy black bralette for him to take off of you, you knew he liked it when you wore lace.

You had worn lingerie for Keanu before, but only on special occasions. Usually, this meant birthday sex, when you would go the extra mile to make him feel good. He was a sucker for seeing you in lace, the image of the silky fabric coating the perfect curves of your figure made his mind fog with lust for you, he found himself quite lucky to get to have you to himself in times like that.

Nevertheless, lingerie was still rare in your sex life. It felt a little silly to you. Maybe if you were in a real relationship, you know, like boyfriend and girlfriend, you would wear it more often.

The thought of Keanu and you being more than just sex for each other came across your mind often, more often than you’d like to admit. You wondered how different it would be if you did more things together, confided in each other for more than just sexual intimacy. How it would be if you were…in love.

But you were just friends with benefits, after all. You were both just in it for the sex, to have each other fill the void of intimacy. You couldn’t possibly hope to be something more; it was too late. At the end of the day, you both just needed each other’s bodies to get the deed done, lingerie or not.

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“Hey Y/N” Keanu’s deep voice spoke and gave you a small smile, as he opened the door for you. He was in just sweats and his favourite gray Arch t-shirt, his long hair ruffled and messy. His hair was one of your favourite features of him, you loved when he would style it for events out, but you also loved the untamed version he often put on display for you. Not to mention, being on the longer side, his hair was perfect to hold onto and pull as he buried himself deep inside you late into the night.

He put an arm around you, and gave you a quick, small hug as he pulled you inside.

“Hey.” You smiled back, although yours faded much faster. You loved being close to Keanu, and you loved the relief you were able to give to each other. But something inside you had been sparking up recently, feeling almost as if something was wrong. Like you were doing something you didn’t completely want to anymore.

Closing the bulky carved entry door, Keanu crossed his arms, rubbing them up and down, shivering. “It’s freezing, thanks for still coming out though.” He leaned in close to give you a kiss to the side of your head, paired deliciously with a warm smile. Gosh, he was so fucking dreamy.

“Long day?” you asked, padding into his kitchen. Keanu and you were pretty comfortable in each other’s houses by this point, you were there pretty often. On normal, Keanu and you got intimate around half the days of the entire week. Weekend nights were popular, but sometimes one of you needed to burn some steam in the middle of the week as well. Tonight seemed to be one of those nights for Keanu.

“Yeah, lots of training.” Keanu trailed behind you, a very slight limp in his walk. He was an extremely hard worker, and you admired that a ton. You didn’t mind being there for him on days like this where he needed to relax and unwind.

“You’re getting slow, old man.” You chuckled, bringing a bottle of water you grabbed out of the fridge to your lips.

“Who you callin old man?” Keanu laughed, blowing out the eucalyptus scented candle he had burning on the countertop. “How was your day, hun?” he questioned.

You had a love hate relationship with him calling you affectionate names. It felt…relationshippy? And you weren’t in a relationship. Killed you a little to know he wasn’t saying it the same way a significant other would.

“It was okay, did some work, the usual. Nothing close to training, though.” You smiled, fiddling with the bottle you had now placed on the marble counter top. You walked over, closer to Keanu.

Running a hand up his chest, you kissed the side of his jawline. He quickly placed his hands on your hips. With your arms secured around his neck, you proposed. “Lemme help you?”

“Please.” Keanu breathed, and you felt an erection growing, bulging at your mid as you connected your lips with his.

Keanu took your hand in his, and walked you up to his bedroom. Closing the door, and switching the lights off, he watched as you adjusted yourself on his bed, and pulled your shirt off, tossing it to the floor.

Keanu exhaled, palming his bulge. “You look really pretty today.”

“Come, baby.” You reached out for him, as he unbuckled his belt, tossing it in proximity to your shirt. He climbed under the covers, and tried to get on top of you. You held your hand to his chest however, stopping him. “Let me top tonight, you’re tired.” You stated, rolling him over to straddle.

“Gladly” he smirked. He leaned up to place a few lingering, wet kisses to your breasts, still covered with the lace bra. “This looks great on you, by the way.” He wearily exhaled. You always managed to turn him on to the point where his breath shook.

“Take it off” you told him, kissing up and down his neck, running your hands over his chest. He reached behind to unclasp the bra on display over your modesty. He moaned slightly at the sight of your bare chest. “Beautiful.” he whispered, causing your own core to drench for him. You had learned over time; Keanu was more of a boobs than ass type of guy. He would often bury his face into your chest when you hugged him, or while he was on top during sex.

Keanu reached his arm over to the bedside table where he kept condoms. You both always kept at least one box in both of your bedside tables, at both of your respective houses. The first time you ever had sex that night a year before, Keanu resorted to coming in his hand, and you both had a good laugh over that the first time you discussed it. You made sure to keep protection at hand after that.

“No,” You grabbed his arm. He shot you a questioning look. “I wanna try something different today, I want to feel all of you.” You quietly said, looking him straight in the eyes.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” he asked, confused at your sudden change of mind. You always made sure you used protection, you would hate to fall pregnant. You did want children eventually, but not like this. Not with your “fuck buddy”.

“Trust me.” You kissed his lips again, lacing your hand with his. With your free hand, you cover your palm with a bit of spit, and reach down to pump him a few times, lining him up with your entrance.

Sinking onto him, you sighed in releif. It burns at first, every single time. Keanu is big, and it always takes a few seconds to adjust. It burns, but it feels so incredibly good. He’s really a treat.

Keanu’s hands are on your hips, as he helps bounce you up and down. He’s a master of pace, and alternates between slow and fast thrusts. He rolls his eyes back, muttering a few inaudible words above his breath.

“Is it good?” you ask, head titled back, seeing star like dots as you close your eyes.

“So good. The best.” You hear him reply.

Spreading your legs further apart, you allow him to go deeper, digging nails into his chest as you bring your forehead to connect with his. You can hear the slickness of your core as he slides in and out.

“Gosh, you’re so good to me.” Keanu moans, briefly moistening his thumb before bringing it down to rub your clit.

Not wanting you to do all the work, Keanu gently nudged you to roll off as he rolls on top of you, immediately sliding into you again. He tries to go slow at first, wanting you both to last as long as possible. Unable to control, he started moving in quick, pounding thrusts.

“Where do you want it, hun?” he asks, nearing his release.

“Inside.” You couldn’t believe what you were saying, but the pleasure was so good in that moment, and you wanted to feel him even closer. You wanted to be more intimate in that moment than you already were, you wanted to feel him deep inside.

“Are you sure, Y/N?” he pumped into faster and faster now, but unable to control or stop himself from the immense pleasure that was engulfing his body.

When Keanu and you were intimate, he always had a signature look you were able to indulge in. His sparse eyebrows would furrow together, his lips slightly parting as he let out small moans of satisfaction. Every now and then, he would close his eyes shut and lean his head back, his long, charcoal hair falling into his face.

“Yeah, go baby.” You hushed, clawing your nails into his biceps, holding onto him.

He brings you into your climax, and you moan loud. The release lasted longer than normal, the sex was better than usual tonight. Hearing your moan brought him over the edge as well, and you felt a sudden burst of warmth deep inside you, and his cock twitch between your walls as he moaned your name multiple times.

“Oh YN. Fuck.” He half gasps, half moans as you feel him relax his tensed muscles, and bury his face in the crook of your neck. He’s still buried inside you, as he tries to catch his breath. You both stay like that for a few moments, your hands trailing up and down his back, soothing him.

“That was new…” Keanu says as he lifts his head, taking in your features now. Your forehead was visibly sweaty, and a few stray hairs clung to your face.

“Was it okay?” you question, propping yourself up a little on your elbows, slightly scared he didn’t like it as much as usual.

“It was amazing, Y/N. You’re always amazing. But…” he glances down between you two at his cock still inside you. He came inside you, without protection.

“I can grab some plan B tomorrow.” You say, cupping his cheek.

“Spend the night, and I’ll come with you in the morning, then?” he asked lightly. You felt butterflies inside your stomach at his genuine care for you. You had never spent the night at his house before, however. Usually, he asked, but you insisted. You never wanted to intrude.

With a ponder, you replied. “Yeah, sure. That would be great.” Smiling at him, you both locked eyes. You two were having…a moment? It was different than usual.

Rolling off and out of you, Keanu grabbed a towel from the beside to wipe himself off first, and then you, including whatever he felt behind. You pulled the off white covers over your bare chest, watching him pull on some sweatpants.

“I can take the guest room.” You said quietly, looking down, feeling slightly uncomfortable. You hoped he was doing this because he genuinely wanted to, and not because he felt like he needed to.

He glanced at you, and gave a questioning look. “Are you insane? Stop being silly, Y/N. We’ve been in this bed together many times. You can sleep right here, beside me.” Keanu’s eyes widened suddenly. “Oh god, I’m sorry Y/N. Of course, only if you want to. You don’t have to, you can take the guest room if you think its weird. I’m sorry,” he rambled, running his thick fingers through his hair.

“No, Keanu. It’s fine. I can sleep here.” You smiled.

“Great! Do you want to take a shower, or anything? I can grab you a spare shirt to sleep in.” he spoke as he walked to his closet, grabbing a shirt for you. “Do you need anything before bed? A cup of tea maybe, some water?” he questioned, back still turned to you.

“I’m okay. Thank you, though.” You said, smiling to yourself. He was so caring.

After a quick trip to the washroom, and a splash of water to your face to wash away the sweat and makeup, you walked back into Keanu’s bedroom and found him waiting in bed for you. He was browsing his phone, positioned upright on the right side of the bed.

“Hey, you. Thought I’d give you the better side. You deserve it tonight.” He chuckled, patting the spot beside him.

“Thanks.” You replied, getting under the covers.

“I don’t think I snore at night, but I guess you can be the judge of that.” He said, placing his phone down on the nightstand.

“As long as it’s not as loud as your grunting in bed, I think we’re okay.” You laughed.

Keanu gasped in a playful way, as if he was offended. You smiled back. “I’m kidding, I love it.” You say.

Keanu felt his lips curl into a real, genuine smile. He loved how comfortable you were with him, and how your relationship wasn’t something weird or closed off. He felt that you actually enjoyed his company, and he really enjoyed yours. Most of the time, he felt like you were his closest friend. But things were kind of complicated between you two with the sex. It almost felt like it was stopping you from ever being more. Why would a girl like you want to be more with her friends with benefits, he often thought? When he found himself thinking about what you could have been, had sexual intimacy not got in the way, he found himself kind of regretful. An ode to what could have been.

But he tried to just shake the thoughts away. He didn’t want to think about you both as something more; you were content with your relationship, and that was okay with him. He loved that he could make you feel good, and still be a friend in your life. You were both fine as you were.

“Should we crash? Its kind late.” You asked, pulling the covers higher.

“Absolutely.” He replied, laying down as well now. Turning the bedside lamp off he spoke “goodnight, Y/N. Thanks for tonight.”

“Night, Keanu.” You rubbed his arm lightly, before turning your back to him, pulling the covers closer and closing your eyes. Keanu stayed facing your way however. You both kept a distance of around half a foot from each other, being sure not to invade the others space. You weren’t boyfriend girlfriend, after all. You were just two people, sharing a bed. Who also have sex occasionally. And are friends. Unfortunately, just friends.

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watchmegetobsessed · 6 years ago

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Just you - Shawn Mendes

summary: you visit Shawn on tour and get jealous because he spends so much time with Allessia and you have a fight about it that ends with the two of you getting into a not too serious car accident

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You wouldn’t say you are a jealous type. Not the crazy type, at least. You had your fair share of jealous moments when some girls just didn’t know where the boundaries are and crossed the lines, but you also did a great job reminding yourself that these girls are no threats to you. Shawn is with you, he will probably never see them again, so sometimes you even let them have their moments knowing he would be coming home to you, sleep next to you and wake up next to you. It took you months, but you found your peace of mind with his lifestyle so you never thought anything would bring that bitter jealousy out of you again. You were wrong.

When you arrive to Europe to join him for an entire week on tour you couldn’t be happier. What more could you wish for than your boyfriend you loved whole-heartedly, some of the most beautiful European cities, the most delicious foreign foods and probably the best vacation ever. When Shawn picks you up at the airport you can’t control your out-bursting happiness as you basically throw yourself into his arms.

“I missed you so much, baby!” he breathes into your neck embracing you in the tightest hug as you cling onto him for dear life.

“I missed you too,” you mumble before leaning back and capturing his lips in a sweet welcome kiss finally.

“Come on, that was enough PDA for the photographers,” he grins at you taking your bags from you and leading you out to the car.

“So, what’s the plan for today? I’m pretty hungry, so can we have lunch somewhere?” you ask as you two are following the directions from the GPS, maneuvering through the beautiful streets of Barcelona.

“Glad to hear that, because we are having lunch with Alessia and Brian.”

“Oh! Do I have time to freshen up a bit at the hotel?” you ask checking yourself out in the blank screen of your phone. You just touched down after the longest flight, your hair is in a messy bun and you have the smallest amount of makeup on since you didn’t want to travel with a full glam on, which is not really your style anyway.

“You can get changed, but we have to leave quite fast, if that’s alright.” Shawn glances at you apologetically as he gives your thigh a gentle squeeze.

He was right, once you arrive to the hotel you basically have time only to gat changed from your worn-out jeans into a longer sundress with a knitted jumper above it. Shawn makes sure to assure you that you still look stunning and you just decide to let go of the urge to look spotless. You are here to spend time with him, you shouldn’t waste time.

You have met Brian several times, being one of Shawn’s closest friends you know him well, but this is the first time you see Alessia, though you’ve heard a lot about her as well. Shawn seems to like her a lot, he told a lot of stories about the stuff they did on tour and you are genuinely happy he had someone to let loose with during tour.

When you walk into the restaurant you immediately spot Brian and a moment later Alessia turns around and smile in your way as well.

“Hey! So good to have you here!” Brian pulls you into a tight hug that you return happily.

“Thanks, Brian. I missed you,” you smile at him.

“Missed you too, girl.”

“Y/N, this is Alessia. Alessia, this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” Shawn introduces the two of you to each other and you turn to her with a smile.

You’re not sure if you should go for a hug or just a handshake, but she decides it for you wrapping her arms around you warmly.

“I’m so happy to finally meet you!” she squeals cheerfully and it makes you chuckle at her enthusiasm. “Shawn has told so much about you!”

“He basically wouldn’t shut up about you when you two are apart,” Brian comments as you lean back from Alessia.

“Sorry if he was annoying,” you say laughing, glancing at Shawn who is just rolling his eyes at all of you, but you can see the small smile hiding on his perfect lips.

You all take a seat at the table, the waiter soon arrives and takes your order before your little group of four gets into the anecdotes of all the crazy stories that happened during tour. You listen to them talking about their favorite memories quite blissfully, it makes you happy to know Shawn has been having the time of his life, but also you can’t help but feel… left out.

“He is such a sucker for tasting all kind of beers wherever we go, but then he wouldn’t stop going to the bathroom every five minutes!” Alessia laughs at Shawn as they are telling me about their small culinary adventures.

“That happens, when you drink four different beers in one sitting!” he tries to defend himself.

“Yeah, and also, it causes you to stay up until four am and nag me out of sleep to jam with you in your room,” she chuckles shaking her head.

A sudden rush of distress runs through your body, which is quite unfamiliar. The thought of Shawn being alone with a girl at three or two am after drinking is just not something you feel comfortable with. Your eyes wander over to Alessia and you let yourself take a closer look at her.

Her makeup free skin looks flawless, her long brown curls are bouncing with each of her movements and even though she is wearing a simple oversized hoodie with ripped jeans she is owning that look. She is the kind of natural beauty guys get along with so well and fall in love with even easier.

“You okay?” Shawn’s gentle voice brings you back from your thoughts, his large hand takes yours and he laces your fingers together.

“Yeah, just… zoned out for a bit. It’s just the jetlag,” you smile at him and he doesn’t question it. He presses a kiss to your forehead as you two turn back to Brian and Alessia who are arguing about something.

You manage to push your anxious thoughts about Shawn and Alessia to the back of your head once you leave the restaurant and you go your separate ways. Shawn made sure to have the afternoon off so you two can spend as much time together as possible. Joined by two guards the two of you go for a romantic walk since this is your first time in Spain and he is eager to show you what he has already discovered. You run into fans here and there, Shawn patiently stops for photos, but he also lets everyone know he doesn’t have time and for your biggest surprise fans understand it and they wish the two of you a nice time together.

When you get back to the hotel your feet hurt, but you don’t mind it, you had an amazing time with him and you would trade it for anything. You have dinner at the hotel and afterwards you just chill in your room, watching movies on the large TV and enjoying each other’s company. Shawn’s phone buzzes on the nightstand around ten pm.

“Who is it?” you ask without looking away from the TV.

“Just Alessia. She and Josiah had an impromptu photoshoot and the pictures are so dumb,” he chuckles. Pushing yourself up you see him flicking through the photos she just sent, but you can’t really focus on anything else than Alessia hitting him up at ten in the night when she knows so damn well that you are here and you two are trying to make up for the time you spent apart.

“Uh huh, seems like fun.” You let the sarcastic comment slip before you can stop yourself and Shawn immediately notices it. He lifts his head up and looks at you.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, but you refuse to look at him, you keep your eyes fixated on the TV. “Babe?” he pokes at your side and you sigh slowly shifting your gaze to his gorgeous face.

“Nothing,” you mumble rolling closer to him on the bed. You slide a hand to his chest feeling his steady heartbeat under your touch, his body radiates warmth and you wish you could spend this time with him without doubts and problems since once you go back you won’t see him for more than a month again. Your rational side pushes the urge to fight back and you manage to smile at him.

“I’m just tired, nothing is wrong.”

He cups your face pulling you closer and kissing you gently on the lips.

“I’m sorry, you must be half asleep after your flight and everything. Let’s sleep, alright?” He smiles at you reaching for the remote and switching the TV off.

His arms find your waist under the cover as he pulls you close to his body, your back perfectly fitting against his hard chest as he spoons you.

“I love you, Baby,” he murmurs into your ear kissing the soft spot behind it.

“Love you too,” you sigh as you let yourself slowly drift to sleep.

The next day is far more hectic compared to the last one. Shawn has a show in the evening so he has to be at the venue a few hours prior leaving far less freetime for the two of you. After ordering room service for breakfast you run errands for souvenirs for your friends and family to take home, this pretty much takes up the whole noon, then lunch with the team, a quick siesta at the hotel room which quickly turns into passionate “so good to have you here” sex and napping afterwards. It’s past three pm when you get ready and meet the rest of the team at the lobby. Alessia appears with Josiah by her side, laughing on something he just said and seeing you she runs up and hugs you kindly.

You feel awkward around her. You don’t want anyone to notice how you wish she wouldn’t be around, but that’s basically impossible since she is the opening act and part of the team, so you just try to act like everything is okay.

Luckily, you don’t have to share the car with anyone but Shawn, so you arrive to the venue after some serious car PDA, for your biggest liking.

You take a quick walk around the stadium as it is still empty, waiting to be filled with thousands of screaming fans in just a couple of hours. You watch Shawn do his soundcheck, sitting on the ground in front of the stage, his voice fills the whole place beautifully and you wish you could hear him sing like this every night.

“I’m so proud of you,” you tell him as the two of you head backstage, he puts and arm around your shoulders pulling you close to his side and kissing the top of your head.

“Thank you, Baby,” he smiles down at you lovingly.

You hang out with the team for a while and then Shawn has to leave for his usual Q&A and you decide it’s better if you listen to it from the far where they can’t see you. Finding the perfect spot behind the curtains you hear them start the session, Shawn answering their questions one after the other.

“Do you think Alessia did good so far as your opening act?” You hear one of the girls’ question and you immediately perk up a bit waiting for the answer.

“Yeah, she is amazing. I love her music, I love the way she performs and she is a cool person to have around. I’m glad she was the one who came, it’s like having one of your best friends on the road with you, she just gets me so well, so it’s all good,” Shawn replies and your throat dries out hearing his nice and loving words.

You can’t make yourself stay, so you decide to wait for him in his dressing room until he finishes with the questions. You are trying your best to keep calm and don’t have a jealousy rage right here, right there. You trust Shawn, he would never cheat on you, there is no way they are more than just friends. But you can’t help it, maybe it’s all the time you spent apart, maybe it’s something else, you don’t know.

When Shawn is back you try your best to hide your feelings not wanting to stress him before the show. He goes onto the stage without knowing any of your doubts, but you know you have to have a talk with him afterwards.

Finding the perfect spot next to the stage you make yourself comfortable on a huge box and watch the show from there. It’s obvious this is his true element, he belongs on stage for sure. The connection between him and the screaming crowd is just unbelievable and the energy he channels blows your mind. You almost change your mind about the talking part, but then the show comes to its end. You head back to the dressing room before him, wanting to wait for him there. You hear him coming from far away, but right before he would open the door he is stopped by none other than Alessia and you hear the whole conversation clearly from the other side of the room.

“You were amazing!” she cheers on him and you are pretty sure they are hugging.

“You crushed it as well. I’m happy you took my advice on that high note, the one we practiced back in the hotel in Bologna.”

“Yeah, after you left my room I practiced some and we agreed with the band to give it a try this time,” she chuckles, and all you can think about the two of them alone in a hotel room at three am, getting cozier than you would approve.

A few moments later the door opens and Shawn appears with a beaming smile on his face, his hair damp, his skin is shiny from his sweat. He moves for a kiss, but then he sees your face and immediately stops.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” he asks worry lacing through his voice.

“So nice to have Alessia around, right?” You come out harsher than you thought, but you kept it inside for too long.

“What? What do you mean?” he asks in total confusion.

“I mean that you seem very happy to travel Europe with her, she is nice, shares the same interests and I guess you two hit it off while I was back at home.”

“Y/N, are you trying to tell me you think I cheated on you with Alessia?” he asks with wide eyes. You look away, feeling a bit guilty as he forms his words, but you still stand your ground.

“Ever since I arrived she is everywhere. You guys obviously enjoyed your time traveling, you spend nights in her room jamming after drinking and God knows what else happens when you visit her when you can’t sleep?”

“You can’t be serious right now.” He chuckles, but it’s far from being a cheerful laughter.

“See, your first reaction is making me look like I’m crazy, but you haven’t said it’s not true,” you spat feeling your anger building up in your chest.

“Because it’s nonsense!” he raises his voice and it’s just making you rage even more.

“Sure, but I’m pretty sure at least one of you has feelings for the other if not both! You know what? I’m out of here,” you growl as you push your way past him, out of the dressing room and head to the exit, Shawn hot on your heels.

“Where are you going? We are in Barcelona, you can’t just run free!”

“Oh, watch me!” you laugh frantically, but truth is you have no idea where you are going, you just need some space to clear your head. People are getting interested in what is going on even thought you had no intention in making a scene.

“Babe, please come back and let’s talk!” Shawn begs trying to stop you, but you just wouldn’t.

You finally walk out and look for the car you arrived with and there it is, with the driver next to it. You march over to him with Shawn continuously begging you to stop.

“Hey, can I go for a drive, please?” you ask the driver who looks back at you curiously.

“Don’t give her the keys,” Shawn tells him making you roll your eyes at him.

“Don’t listen to him. I need the keys, please.” You hold your hand out and poor guy is so confused. Shawn must look threatening with his height and muscular figure compared to the shorter, skinnier guy.

“Okay, I don’t want to take part in it,” he mumbles handing me the keys and walking away, earning a frustrated growl from Shawn.

“Babe, don’t do this. Don’t drive like this,” he pleads as I get into the car.

“I need to leave,” you sigh fumbling with finding the ignition. Shawn, realizing you probably won’t give up on your will to leave he quickly runs to the passenger side and gets into the car. “Shawn!”

“You’re not leaving on your own in a foreign country, Y/N! No matter how mad you are at me!” he growls annoyed and you just give up knowing there is no chance you can get him out of that car.

“Please don’t talk, okay?” You fume at him and he nods his head as he buckles himself up.

Leaving the venue you start driving wherever you feel like the road is taking you. The streets of Barcelona are so much different than anywhere in the US. Shawn’s phone goes off a few times, but he soon mutes it ignoring all the calls. It’s probably Andrew, raging where he went without a word and you feel guilty for getting him into trouble, but you are still angry.

“So are you?” you suddenly ask speaking out your thoughts.

“Am I what?” he asks turning to you. It’s weird to see him on the passenger seat, he is always the one who drives, this might even be the first ever time of you sitting behind the wheel with Shawn in the car even though you’ve been together for over a year now.

“Are you cheating on me with her?” you ask, the words almost burning up your tongue.

“Of course I’m not!” He sighs sadly as you reach a red light and stop. Turning to him there is worry all over his beautiful face and you just want to cup his cheeks and pull him into a kiss, but you have to remind yourself that this is not the time for being cute.

“Do you like her?” you ask, now more like desperate, not angry anymore.

“I like her, as a friend. Nothing more. My heart and all my love is yours, Baby.”

He reaches out and caresses your cheek, you basically melt into his touch. From the corner of your eyes you see the light turning, but you let yourself enjoy this truthful moment a little bit more. You slowly reach for the wheel, ready to start driving again, and then things happen so fast.

Even though you have green light, a car coming from your left totally ignores it drives through its red light, rolling into the crossroads. You see the headlights and hear Shawn’s voice at the same time.

“Y/N!” he shouts putting an arm across your chest with the intention of keeping you safe. They hit the break a bit before you do, but the crash is still noticeable. You feel your whole body yanking to the side as the car hits your side, the airbags go off and your face smashes against it, but you don’t lose your consciousness. Your ears go mute just for a few minutes before shouting hits them, strangers run up to the car as you turn to your side to check Shawn.

A grimace is sitting on his face as he shuts his eyes closed then opens them turning to you with horror in them. Seeing you looking back at him calms him down a bit.

“Are you okay?” he asks a bit out of his breath.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Just as you say this you move your left hand and pain shoots through it making you wince.

“What is it? Where does it hurt?” he asks horrified, but you shake your head.

“It’s fine, don’t worry. Definitely not broken,” you say knowing well that it would hurt a thousand times more if it was broken.

A few minutes later two police cars arrive and officers help you out of the car. You kind of shut everything out until the moment you are on your feet again. You really did just get into a car accident in Barcelona.

Shawn rushes over to you right when the tears start rolling down your cheeks.

“Shh, it’s okay Baby. We are both okay.”

“I’m sorry, it was my fault,” you sob into his chest clinging onto his shirt for dear life.

“It wasn’t! That asshole ran the red light!” He gestures towards the guy from the other car who is out of his car, clearly intoxicated and already in handcuffs. “You didn’t do anything, Baby,” he murmurs into your hair kissing the top of your head. “We are both okay, we’re fine.”

“I’m sorry for being a little bitch,” you sigh finally stopping yourself from crying. “I just lost my head.”

“It’s okay. Everything is okay.”

An hour later you are finally back in the hotel, Andrew almost got a heart attack when Shawn called him and told him what just happened, but the only thing that matters is that no one got hurt.

“Oh my God, you scared the shit out of me!” Alessia comes running towards you at the hotel lobby and she hugs the both of you at the same time. “What the fuck, guys?!”

“It’s alright, an asshole ran the red light, not our fault,” Shawn tells her when she lets go of you.

“Unbelievable. You guys want a drink at the bar? You must be shocked,” she offers, but Shawn shakes his head as he pulls you into his arms carefully.

“We would rather just go to sleep, it was a long day,” he says and Alessia nods understandingly.

The two of you go up to your room and as soon as the door is closed behind you Shawn takes your hand and pulls you close to him.

“I was so scared I would lose you tonight, twice.”

Your heart shatters to pieces as you process his words. He was afraid he would lose you as his girlfriend first, then lose you in life. But luckily, neither of these options happened and tonight’s actions somehow put everything in place.

“I’m sorry. I hope you don’t hate me too much.”

“I could never hate you, I love you so much Baby. Please don’t even think I would want anyone else than you. It’ll always be just you.”

He cups your face in his hands bringing your face up to his and placing small, featherlike kisses to your lips.

“I love you too,” you whisper back, smiling up at him.

“Come on, let’s get into bed. We need to rest.”

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amandaoftherosemire · 6 years ago

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Bulletproof -- Part Six

Fandom: Marvel/College AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader, Platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Gamora, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark

Author: @amandaoftherosemire

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 6,168

Format: Series (Complete)

Warnings: Language, angst, sexual themes, fluff, flangst, mutual pining

Summary: You spend your Sunday with Bucky and Steve.

A/N: Welp, This train is starting to get up to speed, so we’ll be barreling toward our final destination at full velocity when we wreck. If y’all knew how much fun I have writing this ridiculousness, you’d be even more angry with me. I don’t know how other fanfic writers feel, but mutual pining is the best. I cackle like a witch the whole time.

Loooove youuuu...

Banner by @hellzzzbelle

Part Five here

Part Six

At a quarter to ten the next morning, Bucky opened his front door with his heart pounding in both dread and excitement. He knew it was you on the other side, the rhythm of your knock the same as always. His breath sped at the anticipation of seeing you, no matter what he'd told himself over and over again all fucking night.

He hadn't slept a wink, staring at the ceiling and seeing nothing but you. Despite what the guilt-ridden part of him wanted him to believe, he had been the only one fazed by the interaction between him, Steve, and you that night. Whatever was going on between you and Steve, Bucky concluded that he obviously did not have all of the information. He knew you, and he knew you weren't the type to cheat on anyone, let alone Steve. For fuck’s sake, you’d step in front of a bus before you'd willingly hurt Steve.

Which meant that whatever the nature of your relationship with Steve, it hadn't progressed as far as Bucky had assumed. If it had, there was no way you'd have reacted as casually to Steve's appearance as you had.

Because amongst all the things he didn't know about this entire situation, one thing he was sure of: you had been as caught in the moment as he. You had been pressing closer even as he pulled you in, your lips coming within a breath of his. He hadn't been the only one leaning in. You’d had your fists in his shirt, pulling him closer. He didn't know whether to beg his best friend for forgiveness or curse him for his fucking timing.

Instead, Bucky decided to give himself a break. He'd been in love with you for most of his life; he couldn't help but want you. Though loving you, wanting you was out of his control, he could control his own behavior and he'd long ago vowed to never get in the way of you and Steve. He'd reminded himself of that vow repeatedly in the wee hours of that morning whenever his mind wandered once again to how perfect you'd looked in the curve of his arms, your eyes soft and your lips parting for his.

Bucky's pounding heart seemed to stop when he swung the door open and your smile beamed out at him. The next thing he knew, the door was closing and you were wrapping your arms around him in a warm hug. All his good intentions went straight out the window at the feel of your hands against his skin.

Meanwhile, you were having an internal meltdown at the sight of Bucky's bare chest. You'd moved in for the hug in a desperate bid to drag your eyes away before he noticed you staring. Not that sliding your palms over smooth skin and firm muscle was going to help you calm down, but burying your face in the warmth of his chest had multiple benefits. Not only did it allow you to hide your face in that delightfully firm muscle while you tried to pull yourself together, it also let you breathe in the delicious smell of Bucky still warm from his bed. It took all you had to suppress a shiver of need at the scent.

"Morning, sweetie," you murmured against him, your lips brushing his skin like a kiss as your mouth moved. Where you'd barely succeeded, Bucky failed, and you felt the tremor shudder through him. His failure triggered one of your own and you trembled in response.

Bucky's arms had come around you automatically, unable to refuse anything you offered, no matter how dangerous. The feel of your hands on his skin had already set him aflame, the feel of your lips was softer than he could have imagined and, considering the pang of lust that rocketed through him, possibly lethal.

Feeling you tremble against him left him feeling both protective and predatory and the juxtaposition left his voice gruff as he answered. "Hey, babygirl." He cleared his throat and hoped you'd assume the rasp in his voice was normal of a morning. He was going to keep his desire for you to himself if it killed him.

You pulled back to smile up at him, catching your lower lip between your teeth, looking as though you were contemplating lapping him up like cream. As his stomach tightened almost painfully with lust, he thought it just might.

As a matter of fact, you were contemplating exactly that. You’d gotten no more sleep than Bucky had, but you’d come to very different conclusions. Or rationalizations, depending on your point of view.

Of course, you’d spent the night cleaning the apartment instead of staring at the ceiling, but you’d been no less tormented by the memory of Bucky’s face taut with desire as he’d been by yours. You knew you’d have to spill your guts to Gamora when she got home, the evidence of a sleepless night obvious to someone much less observant than your friend, but you’d had to put the nervous energy somewhere.

At around the same time the sun was peeking over the horizon, you’d been on your hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor and trying to figure out what to do about Bucky when you’d lost your patience. You’d thrown your sponge down as you sat back, tilting your head upward and squeezing your eyes shut.

You’d obsessed for hours, going over your past and present, trying to decide your future. All you’d figured out was that picking apart the minutiae of your relationship with Bucky hadn’t worked yet. You decided to shift the lens and focus on the big picture.

You loved Bucky. You’d sighed in exasperation as you acknowledged the fact that over and around everything else, you loved Bucky with all your heart and always would, no matter what. He could fail you, betray you, break your heart and you’d still love him. You had no more power to stop loving Bucky than you had to stop time, or stop death.

On top of that, years of isolating yourself from him had done nothing. An hour at his side and you were only reminded of all the reasons he’d been your best friend for most of your life. An hour more and you’d learned a dozen new reasons to adore him even more than you already did. One way or another, you and Bucky were meant to be in each other’s lives; you were certain of that now.

However, you also could not stop thinking about trying James Buchanan Barnes on for size.

You’d bet he’d be a perfect fit.

That dangerous craving led you down a line of thinking that had ultimately pushed you to carefully disguise the signs of a sleepless night under a light layer of makeup and put on the necklace Bucky had given you for your eighteenth birthday. You’d deliberately left your shoulders bare as the day was forecast to be warm and you knew Bucky had a weakness.

Why should the Lilahs, the Ginas, the Dots get to have all the fun?

You were just going to have to seduce him.

Frankly, you didn’t really know why you’d have to, but you could tell Bucky still thought of you as off-limits, something you’d never understood. You knew he desired you, but he’d always seemed oddly shamed by it. You’d only recently begun to suspect the real reason.

If you were right, your choice was simple. If you had to live with the regret of what might have been, you were going to wring whatever joy you could from the experience first. Everything inside you screamed that if Bucky could love you the way you loved him, you’d be amazing together. If you could never have that, you’d take what you could get until your heart couldn’t take anymore.

If you were right, you were going to get your heart broken, but you couldn’t live the rest of your life with this craving, this ache.

If you were right, you’d take what you need because you could never have what you want. Steve had casually shared months ago that Bucky had confessed to a belief that he was incapable of being faithful, which is why he avoided any kind of commitment. You were sure this was why he was reluctant to touch you, afraid to hurt someone he loves. And so, you'd do whatever was needed to make certain he never knew it was anything more to you than sex.

Because that was something else you knew. Bucky loved you, too. So, you’d take what you could get, treat it like play, and never let him see you cry when it all falls apart. A voice in your head that, incidentally, sounded a lot like Steve insisted it was the worst idea you’d ever had, but the rest of you was taking in the sight of a tousled and stubbly Bucky Barnes in no shirt, hastily pulled-on and thus unbuttoned jeans, the waistband of his boxer briefs peeking out, making your fingertips itch to dip underneath.

The rest of you said fuck it. Future You could handle the fallout. You'd been resisting temptation for far too long and as your eyes devoured every delicious bare inch, you couldn't stand it any longer. It was only your heart at risk, and it was your heart to break. Your lips curving in an appreciative and sultry smile, you lifted your gaze slowly back to his.

You expected the flash of his grin in response, as well as the warm burn of lust to shiver over your skin, but you didn't expect to see the signs of exhaustion under his casually flirtatious smile, or the misery in his eyes. Your smile faded as you saw beneath the mask.

Even more, you were all of a sudden infuriated that it had come to this between you. You hated not just that he was wearing a mask with you, but that he felt the need to.

Your eyes narrowed as you reached up to take his face in your hands to examine it more closely. “Did you sleep at all last night?” you asked tenderly. “You look exhausted, sweetie.”

Bucky let out a shuddering breath and pulled you back into his arms as his head dropped to your shoulder. Temptation he could resist; your genuine, uncomplicated affection he could not. His voice utterly miserable, he replied softly, “Babygirl, I just don’t feel like I understand anything anymore.”

Your heart melting in love and sympathy, your body did the same as you wrapped around him in comfort. You combed your fingers through his hair and murmured softly, “Tell me where it hurts, sweetie.”

Bucky’s arms tightened and he muttered into your throat, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. “Are we friends again, y/n?”

His voice was so small and broken, you felt the uncomfortable sensation of guilty tears burning in the back of your throat. You evidently had way more power to hurt Bucky than you’d thought. If you were going to fix this relationship, you were going to have to deal with the years long snub.

You sighed a little, but when you spoke, your voice was eminently gentle. “I’d rather not get into it right this second, but we never really stopped being friends.”

The rhythmic movement of your hand through his hair had his muscles relaxing, but Bucky’s mind was racing, trying to figure out what the hell that meant. Too tired to truly have a chance, he gave up quickly. “We didn’t?”

The almost rude skepticism you could hear in the question made you smile. You replied airily, hoping it would irritate him out of his melancholy. “I was mad at you for awhile, but I’m better now.”

Irritate it did. Bucky jerked his head up to glare into your face. “Awhile!?” As soon as he caught sight of your mischievous expression, his annoyance faded into a wry sadness as he caught the chagrin that colored the edges of your smile. Under the mischief, he could see your discomfort.

Despite your reluctance to discuss the Falling Out yet, the thawing between you too new, you took his pretty face in your hands and looked deeply into his eyes. You didn't know you had your heart in yours. “Bucky. We have never stopped being friends and we never will. No matter how mad I get.” Your mouth twisted in a wry, lop-sided smile. "Can that be enough for today?"

Bucky desperately wanted to press, this the closest he'd come to understanding what had happened, what was happening between you, but he could see the vulnerability in the curve of your lower lip and the slight anxiety around your eyes. Loving you with everything he had meant he knew your face as well as his own and made it impossible for him to refuse you anything when you looked at him like that.

Steve's raspy morning voice sounded behind him. “Everything okay?” Bucky quivered with the need to move, but your hands held him easily in place.

"Morning, Stevie." You answered cheerfully but didn't stop looking at Bucky. You felt the quiver and wondered why he seemed so skittish around Steve of all people. "Bucky and I are just making up."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Steve scratch at his stomach as he yawned. "Huh. ‘Bout fucking time." He turned into the kitchen, tossing over his shoulder, "Want coffee?"

You chuckled a little; you were so tired it felt like your brain was throwing a tantrum for caffeine. “Only more than my next breath,” you called back. Still holding Bucky’s face in your hands, you did something you’d only done a couple of times, when Bucky had needed the most comfort. Not really thinking, you pulled his face close and gently kissed the frown line in between his eyebrows. At the touch of your lips, the line disappeared.

Surprised at yourself, you pulled back and smiled at his flushed face as you murmured, “We okay?”

You didn’t know that you’d set off an internal storm, love and lust, warmth and heat tangling and reinforcing one another. Bucky was baffled that such a simple, chaste gesture could have him so thoroughly and completely wrapped around your fingers.

Bucky's voice was gruff when he could finally answer. "If you say so. You’re the boss."

Your smile beamed out. You were more surprised than Bucky by the ultra-sweet gesture, but you didn't want to take it back. Trying to put things on a more playful level, you smushed his cheeks together with a laugh. “That’s fucking right, so first coffee.” You stepped back, trying and failing to keep your eyes off the chiseled muscles of his chest and abs. “Then you can go get dressed and we’ll go to breakfast.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Bucky couldn’t help but smile back. The most important question was answered: he had his girl back, at least for today. The rest could wait.

“What is this?”

The smile fell from Bucky’s face at the sharpness of your tone as you asked the question. When you reached out and poked at the skin where his prosthetic arm met his shoulder, he looked down, surprised. “It’s nothing. It just itches sometimes, that’s all.”

“Itches?” His shoulder was red and a little raw from where he’d been scratching at it. You narrowed your eyes and fixed him with a gimlet-eyed stare. “Anything else?”

Bucky moved his shoulders in a dismissive gesture, too uncomfortable with the subject to notice the ripple of muscle drawing your eyes, your gaze heating. He rarely discussed his arm, but he reminded himself that you were different. “Tingling, some shooting pain. It’s nothing to worry about, babygirl.”

Bucky’s response drew your attention away from the part of your brain that was wondering what he’d do if you gave into temptation and slid your hands up and over all that luscious skin. At his words your eyes snapped to his. “That sounds like nerve pain and you know it.” You thought briefly of the homework you needed to get done and decided to hell with it. “What are you doing this afternoon?”

“I have a feeling you’re about to tell me.” Bucky spoke absently, his attention on the opal nestled in the hollow of your throat. You’d worn it nearly every day for months after he’d given it to you. That you still had it told him more than anything you’d said.

“If you’re free,” you said slowly, your attention drawn by the surprised pleasure on Bucky’s face as he noticed you were wearing his gift, “we can go to Stark R&D and I can see if I can figure it out.” You took a quick gasp of breath, your skin warming under Bucky’s heated gaze as it skimmed over your bare shoulders. “If I can’t, Tony practically lives there, and I know how to get him to stick his nose in.”

At the sound of Tony’s name, Bucky started to balk. Tony, who had a big soft spot for you, had barely been civil to him since the Falling Out. “It’s really not that big a deal.”

You said nothing, merely lifted a disbelieving eyebrow with a wry twist of your mouth. You knew why he was reluctant, but you were more than capable of handling Tony.

“Like I said, you’re the boss. I’m in if you say so.” Bucky smirked as he flirted. “Any excuse to get my shirt off.” He was again surprised at how easy it was to fall back into old rhythms with you.

As you’d already obsessed over that during your cleaning spree, you easily did the same. Why some friendships didn’t degrade with distance was a mystery, you’d decided, and not worth worrying about. With a roll of your eyes, you poked him in the stomach, and pushed past him to head towards the kitchen. “You’re the one who answered the door half-naked.”

You shot him a sultry look over your shoulder, but it quickly melted into an affectionate smile at his look of smug self-satisfaction. “Bucky,” you said, and though there was a laugh in your voice, it was clear you were serious, “no matter what happens, no matter how upset we may get with each other, I will always take care of you. If you’re having trouble with your arm, I want you to come to me. No matter what. Got it?”

By the time you were done, Bucky was smiling affectionately back at you. “No matter what. Got it.”

Steve couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen either you or Bucky so happy and at ease. He also hadn’t realized how much he’d missed these lazy days, the three of you simply hanging out. There’d once been a time the three of you spent most of your free time together.

Steve sat in a low armchair against the wall in Tony’s private lab. He’d snagged a sketchbook he’d left here the last time he had accompanied you while you worked. When your course load was lighter, you went in frequently for specific projects, but right now you visited the private lab only when you had time and Tony wasn’t busy.

Steve often came with you, partly because he liked to visit with Tony, but also because it was an exceptionally restful place to be. You and Tony both went into a different mode when you worked together, Tony into a calm mentor/teacher mode and you into a thoughtful apprentice. It was remarkably serene and a wonderful place to sketch in silence.

Today had been like a blast from the past, from the moment you, laughing, dragged Bucky into the kitchen for coffee. You’d bossed the two of them around, as you’d done for forever, until you were all on the sidewalk heading towards breakfast, you in the middle with a man on each arm.

Steve got to experience the same astonishment that had struck both you and Bucky at how easy it was to slip into old habits and patterns. By the time you reached the restaurant, Steve had stopped worrying about it and was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Seeing Bucky happy and relaxed, something he hadn’t been for months, Steve knew this was why Bucky had been depressed lately. He’d missed you, been unable to stand being shut out of your life any longer. And Steve had known that all he’d had to do was draw your attention to Bucky’s pain. You’d done exactly what Steve had expected and given Bucky what he needed most: You.

The real you, not the hard-eyed, sarcastic bitch you’d become in Bucky’s presence for the last two years. Not that you couldn’t be a hard-eyed sarcastic bitch sometimes, but it wasn’t your go-to attitude. Today you’d finally dropped the shield and Steve, like Bucky, was basking in the joy of being a trio again.

There was one difference in the old rhythms, and that was Bucky. Rather than accepting your attention and affection as his due, as was his wont when you were younger, he seemed dazzled by every smile you sent his way. Bucky hadn’t been arrogant exactly, but he’d definitely taken you for granted.

Breakfast with Gamora and Natasha added another layer of enjoyment, the former quietly pleased to see you and Bucky so easy and happy together, the latter carefully watchful but withholding judgement for the time being. Neither woman, however, was capable of completely hiding their amusement at Bucky.

Bucky most definitely was not taking anything for granted. He was in full chivalry mode, holding doors for you, pulling out your chair, using his own body to protect you from the crowd. Every time he did so, you’d shoot him a sweet smile. The lovestruck smile he sent back had Steve internally snickering, Gamora smiling, and Natasha darkly amused.

When Nat teased him about “sucking up” he’d turned bright red, but you’d laughed and declared that you loved it.

“Take note, Steven.” You’d infused his name with as much mock disapproval as you could muster. “This is how I shall expect to be treated by my boys from now on.”

Steve sat back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest and grinned cheerfully at you. “Expect all you want. But get used to disappointment.”

You laughed, but neither you nor Steve noticed the worried look Bucky shot the two of you. Gamora, however, saw and took note. Later, when your group stood on the sidewalk saying your goodbyes as you split up after breakfast, Gamora gave Bucky one of her rare hugs.

As she leaned in, she murmured softly. “Welcome home.” When Bucky drew back to fix her with a quizzical stare, she went on with a small smile. “Don’t fuck up this time.” With that she gave him a slow wink before turning to you.

Steve had seen and heard the entire exchange with amused appreciation. Gamora was as protective of you as he was. During the Falling Out, the two of them had bonded while taking care of you and she'd confessed that you'd been the first friend she'd had that she actually trusted. He didn't know much about her childhood but knew she and her father were estranged due to his abusive behavior and that he'd raised her and her sister in a cult. If she was okay with Bucky being allowed back into your sphere, no one else would raise a stink.

Present company excluded. “The fuck is this shit?” Tony flopped down next to Steve with a bad-tempered scowl on his face as he watched you and Bucky flirt while you tested his arm across the room.

Steve sighed a little. Tony could hold a grudge until the end of time. Steve didn't know if that was a strength or a weakness. "I don’t know." Steve kept his eyes on his sketch. He needed the look on your face for his project and he didn't know how else to get it. You only lit up like this for Bucky. "They’ve been like this since last night."

Tony glared at the top of Steve's head. Some days he wasn't certain whether Steve was his best friend or worst enemy. They so often ended up on opposing sides of some moral line. How they'd maintained the relationship this long was a testament to the mutual love and respect. Today, he wanted to punch the man, simply because he was nowhere near as concerned about the situation as Tony felt was warranted. His voice insulting in its sarcastic aridity, he clipped out, "I have concerns."

Steve loved Tony; he did. He also knew that Tony thought him too morally certain, too black and white in his thinking. Because he wasn't entirely certain Tony was wrong, he valued Tony's opinion far more than the other man realized. Even when they ended up on those opposing sides, Steve could appreciate that Tony was doing what he thought was right.

In this case, however, Steve could recognize when Tony was considering interfering in things not his business. He had no intention of encouraging such behavior. "Duly noted?"

Tony took the pen he'd been toying with by flipping across the back of his knuckles and jabbed Steve in the shoulder with it. "Look, Rogers, I know he’s your best friend, but if he hurts that woman again, I will not be responsible for my actions."

"Are you ever?" Steve had jumped when the pen made surprisingly painful contact, dragging his pencil roughly across the page. With a scowl for Tony, he went to work erasing the errant line.

The other man sat back, fixing the couple across the room with a suspicious sneer. "I’m a rich, white man in America. What do you think?"

You leaned in, partly to speak for Bucky's ears alone and partly to give him an opportunity to smell your perfume. "Ugh, and they say women are gossipy."

"To be fair, we’re the only ones not acting like it’s weird." At his wry remark, you tilted your head back from where it was bent over his arm to give him a laughing grin, but quickly focused back in on your work. He watched as you gently and carefully removed a plate on his shoulder to expose the connections beneath. As you took out one of the thousand gauges you used to test his arm and started touching probes to each electrical intersection he wondered if you had any idea how much more tender your touch was than anyone else. "Babygirl, will you do something for me? If you get mad at me again…"

You didn't lift your head, but your voice was deeply amused. "You planning to make me mad?"

"I don’t plan shit, but it still happens." At your snort of humor, Bucky grinned down at you before the rush of emotion he felt in that moment robbed the moment of its levity. "Seriously, if you do, will you yell, slap the shit out of me? I don’t think I can take it if you let me in just to shut me back out in the cold again." The last was said in a low, broken voice. He hated the sound, hated the vulnerability, but he was also fairly certain losing you a second time would destroy him.

You had guilty tears burning in your throat again and you hated the sensation more than almost anything. Trying to lighten mood, you joked a little weakly, keeping your eyes on your work. "Baby, I don’t slap, and you know it. It’ll be a bare-knuckle punch to the face or nothing." When Bucky didn't answer, you lifted your gaze to his melancholy expression and shattered eyes. You'd once thought you wanted to punish him for hurting you the way he had but had been convinced you couldn't because he didn't care. You weren't so sure of any of that anymore. You set down your multimeter to take both his hands in yours. Your voice low, remorse throbbing in your tone, you murmured to him, "I’m sorry. I won’t ever shut you out again, I promise."

Bucky's eyes warmed; you were famous, or infamous depending on one's perspective, for never breaking a promise. For the first time in years, you and Bucky smiled at each other for real, with nothing held back, no hiding. Though neither of you knew it, you were each thinking the same thing, that you’d forgotten how beautiful the other was when they truly smiled. You didn’t know that neither of you smiled that way for anyone else.

Across the room, Steve’s pencil flew.

That evening, after the three of you had grabbed pizza on the way home, Steve gave you a big bear hug at your door along with a whispered, “I’ll tell you all about Peggy tomorrow.”

“Good.” You answered curtly but quietly as you hugged him back before grinning up into his pretty face. After quick good nights, he turned and walked toward their apartment, disappearing behind the door without a backward glance, leaving you and Bucky alone.

After the warm but chaste hug you’d given Steve, Bucky was surprised to feel your arms twining around him like silken ribbons, your body pressing against his in an invitation as old as time. Unable to help himself, he pulled you closer, his stomach tightening with lust at the quiet hum of pleasure that sounded in the back of your throat.

Equally unable to resist, you brushed your mouth across his collarbone. When you pulled away to say good night, you ran your tongue over your lips and trembled at the flavor there. Between the sight of your eyes heavy with desire and the feel of the tremor of lust working through your frame, it took everything Bucky had to not back you against your door and take that tempting mouth.

He was still staring after you, his eyes narrowed dangerously and glittering with hunger, when you closed the door behind you. Keeping his hands off of you seemed a Herculean task when faced with the possibility that you might want his hands on you. If you offered him all he’d been dreaming of since he hit puberty, could he say no?

Bucky turned, rock hard and more lost than he'd been that morning. He felt like he understood nothing, and every time he felt like he was getting a handle on it, you changed the ground on him again. He wondered if he should just relax and let you take him on a ride. He imagined whatever you were up to was bound to be interesting, and he trusted you to take care with Steve if not yourself.

Lost in thought, Bucky didn't realize he was standing at the entrance to his living room staring into space. Steve was on the couch pulling books out of his backpack, and at the look on Bucky's face, had also pulled out his phone.

When Bucky came back to himself, he stood there a moment, trying to decide whether to ask the question at the forefront of his mind. Over the course of the day, he’d had a chance to see your and Steve’s relationship up close for the first time in years. He was now utterly confused.

You and Steve had acquired a physical ease and closeness that suggested deep intimacy and that Bucky would swear hadn’t been there even a couple months ago. When combined with the sketchbook Bucky had found, he could only conclude that you and Steve had been intimate in some way.

That said, though there was warmth, there was no heat between you. Though you were now as likely to lean against Steve as Bucky, when that hadn't been the case before, when you did so, Bucky couldn't see that you pressed against Steve in the same way. The feel of your body against his was electric, but both you and Steve appeared unmoved by the touch of the other. He had to wonder at it.

After all, as Bucky could personally attest, it was most assuredly not because you were cold by nature. On the contrary, you had heat to spare. He was still on fire from merely the feel of your breath on his skin; the brush of your mouth had nearly brought him to his knees. The complete lack of sexual feeling between you and Steve had Bucky baffled. It seemed to him you could have chemistry with a brick, he could not understand why you seemed to have none with Steve.

Steve's voice interrupted Bucky's internal debate as to how to ask his best friend if he'd had sex with the girl they were both in love with, and if not, if he’d mind terribly if Bucky went ahead. "Hey, I wanna say that I’m happy you and y/n made up. A little surprised considering how long it’s been, but happy." Steve was smiling at Bucky, but there was worry around his eyes.

Bucky sobered immediately, hope and dread battling inside him. He realized he hadn't yet asked the question because he was afraid of the answer. His heart sped, but his answer was flippant. "I sense a ‘but’ coming."

"I just want you to be careful, that’s all." Steve was now only more worried. Bucky was at his most flippant when he was also at his most vulnerable. He had started the day terrified that you were on the path to a broken heart, but couldn't see how to protect you, even if he could convince himself it was appropriate to interfere. He was even more lost as to how to proceed now that he was becoming concerned that Bucky was the one in need of protection.

Bucky face fell into serious lines as he answered. "I know how important she is to you." He had heard the warning in Steve's tone and figured he knew part of the answer to his question. Bucky was sure now; whether Steve had touched you in that way or not, he certainly didn't want Bucky's hands on you.

But then Steve smiled, and there was nothing but good-natured teasing in his tone as he replied, "I could say the same," leaving Bucky more lost than ever. Steve had sounded exactly as he always had when teasing Bucky about a girl, without an ounce of jealousy.

Too tired of trying to figure it all out, and too elated after an entire day at your side, Bucky let it go and grinned at Steve before dropping onto the couch next to him. Grabbing his laptop off the coffee table in front of him, he put up his feet and went to work on the reading he'd neglected to spend the day with you. He'd be up late catching up, but he didn't regret it even a little bit.

However, it wasn't long before Bucky's mind was wandering back to you. If you had been any other woman, he'd have made a move as soon as he felt your mouth on his skin this morning. You were different, though; he had so much more to risk with you, even if Steve wasn't jealous at all.

Which Bucky couldn't understand; he didn't even have a claim on you, and he'd gotten in Odinson's face for disrespecting you with that booty call bullshit. How was he to know you had been content and trying to help would just fuck things up? Bucky hadn't been trying to fuck up your 'arrangement', but he certainly wasn't going to shed any tears over it.

Despite that, he understood Odinson's willingness to go along with whatever you'd allow him. If you offered Bucky the same option, he'd make the same choice Thor did. Time with you on any terms was preferable to none. Though he'd accept it, he wanted to be yours, for you to be his, more than he wanted almost anything. If not for Steve, he'd devote himself to convincing you he could make you happier than anyone or anything else.

If not for Steve. The only person who could stand in his way did.

Because that was thing. Bucky had lied to Steve. He hadn’t wanted to confess the truth, that he avoided relationships because he couldn’t commit to another woman when he was still, always, in love with you. Bucky couldn't tell the man he loved like a brother that he also hated him for being so much more deserving, for being so much better at making you happy.

Bucky felt guilt wash over him, but today a small, determined voice in the back of his head had spoken up. That little voice questioned for the first time whether or not that fundamental assumption about the world was true. Perhaps he could make you happier. Because though you'd smiled every time Steve spoke, your eyes had only burned when your gaze fell on Bucky.

Part Seven here

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Put On A Show, Darling - Chapter 2

Pairing: Brian May/Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3196

Warnings: Language, mentions of anxiety, alcohol, little bit of angst

Description: You and Brian have been best friends for over five years now, and you’ve loved him during most of that time. While you’ve been agonising over your hidden feelings, Brian’s gone and got himself a girlfriend. A serious one.

A/N: Hey all :) These first couple of chapters feel a little shitty due to the fact I wrote them quite a few months ago. This fic is based off of an idea I thought of awhile back, and I'm only just going back to it now. Future chapters should be a bit better written and have more structure. Thank you for understanding!

A few days pass of the same routine. Wake up, make breakfast with Brian, act as if nothing ever happened, go to class, go to work, and hide away your deep affection for someone you cannot, and never will have.

How fun.

But now it’s shrove Tuesday, AKA pancake day, and Brian and you have a tradition of making pancakes together for dinner. You know you can’t avoid him. Traditions are very important to both you and him, but god, you wish you could. You really wish you could. The last thing you wanted to do was be domestic with him. To feel like a couple making dinner for each other when you knew nothing could ever happen.

You both stand in front of the bathroom mirror, silence between you except for The Hollies playing softly in the room over. He starts to hum the tune as he brushes his teeth, watching you apply your makeup in the mirror’s reflection. He spits out the toothpaste into the sink, wiping his mouth with a towel before turning to you,

“Hey, so about today.”

“Yeah, are you gonna go buy the ingredients or am I? Because we’re out of flour.” You swipe mascara over your lashes, lips slightly parted in concentration.

He scratches the back of his neck, “Uh, actually Dani wants me to go over to hers today and make pancakes with her...can you believe she’s never celebrated pancake day?”

You pause, hand stilling, “Oh.”

“I’m really sorry, I know we have a tradition but she-“

“It’s fine, don’t worry.” You don't dare to look at him, not even in the reflection of the mirror. You fear that if you did, you’d either start crying, or you’d throw a punch.

It may sound silly, but today really means a lot to you. For the past five and a half years you’ve known each other, you’ve always spent pancake day throwing flour at each other and creating a humongous mess that you’d both inevitably have to clean up afterwards.

“Are you..are you sure?”

“Of course.” You push out, finally glancing into the mirror to see his face. You regret doing so instantly. The look of concern on his face could haunt you. He had killer puppy dog eyes.

“Okay, good. Thanks love, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” Before you can respond, he bolts out of the bathroom, getting dressed to leave.

When you hear the front door slam finally, you let out a breath, the hurt and irritation finally sinking in.

I guess I’m just going to have to make myself the most damn delicious pancakes ever.

The fluorescent lights of your local grocery store don’t do much to help your growing migraine, and the bottles of hard liquor in your basket definitely won’t do anything to aid either. You’ve paid for all the ingredients you need for some mind-blowing pancakes (including the bottle of tequila), and you’re fully prepared to wallow in your sorrows the moment you step back through the door of your apartment. You had class earlier in the morning, so now you were home free and very much alone for the rest of the night. You have time to waste, and you plan to spend that time getting mind-numbingly drunk.

The top of the tequila is quickly popped off as you plop onto the sofa, not bothering with a glass as you gulp some of it down, wincing. “Holy shit.”

The tiny TV that Brian brought home one day is flicked on, reruns of cheesy sitcoms flashing across the screen.

“It’s just you and me it seems.” You lift up your bottle of tequila, taking another swig and grimacing once again, “And you never get easier to get down.”

Ah, the perfect way to pass time.

And you’re right, because two hours pass rather quickly when you’re laughing and getting drunk. But now you’re starving. Absolutely ravenous, and a stack of warm pancakes sounds fucking mouth-watering right now. The only bad part is that you’re alone, and you actually have to make the pancakes yourself.

You groan into your hands but nevertheless stand up, stumbling slightly and giggling as you make your way to the kitchen. The bottle of tequila is empty, and you crack open the next bottle, vodka. This time you actually mix the fiery liquid with some tonic water, sipping at the glass as you lay out your ingredients.

“Okay. Flour, eggs...” You hiccup, beginning to mix the ingredients together haphazardly. You’re definitely not following any recipe and you’re definitely just hoping that you’re lucky and they’ll come out the way Brian makes them. Brian is unusually good at making pancakes, so good that he’s always the one cooking on pancake day as you set up all the toppings.

But he’s not here, and you’re left with a batter that seems far too runny and a mess that you’ll have to clean up alone. You really aren’t a bad cook, actually whipping up some delicious dishes quite often, but pancakes, for some reason were just not one of your strong suits. Flour was all across the island, smeared across your cheek, and dusted in your hair.

“Ow!” You yelp, nursing your now burnt finger in your hand. Why you thought it was a good idea to test to see if the pan was hot enough by using your finger beats you, but you did. The batter is poured into the pan, and you leave it to cook for a minute as you take a few more sips of your drink. You’re steadily drunk now, but refuse to admit it to yourself.

With all your effort, your burnt finger, and the large mess in the kitchen, you prayed that the pancakes would be good, simply so that you could rub it in Brian and Dani’s face. But despite all of that, you turned the heat up too high, the pancake quickly blackening and smoking, the odour hitting your nose as you hurry to turn the heat off and lift the pan off the heat quickly. Burning yourself again in the process, you shriek and drop the pan onto the tile. The food is so burnt that when it hits the ground, it practically shatters, sending black dust everywhere.

The apartment falls silent, and you stare at the scene around you before the tears hit you like a tidal wave. A Tsunami of drunken emotion over a burnt pancake, the probably chipped tile, your now stinging fingers, and the fact that Brian is with Dani possibly eating his goddamn delicious pancakes. Despite the tears streaming down your face and the mascara burning your eyes, you drunkenly laugh at the scene around you.

You know that feeling when life just seems so unbelievably fucked, so surreal, that you can’t help but laugh? You could quite possibly be going mad, but you push that thought to the side as you go into hysterics.

Apparently some higher power has it in for you tonight though when the front door screeches open, the voice of the one and only Brian May ringing through the apartment, “I’m just back to pick up-, is something burning?”

He rushes to find you, jaw dropping as he takes in the war zone of what used to be a kitchen. His eyes scan over the flour-covered island, to the empty bottle of tequila, to the pan on the floor, and then to where you are sunken onto the floor in a puddle of drunken despair.

“Bloody hell, what happened here?”

“Someone up above really isn’t on my team.”

He notices the slur in your words, sighing and kneeling down next to you, “Are you drunk?”

“No?”

He purses his lips and shakes his head, “Alright, up you get.” Gently grabbing you by your forearms, he lifts you onto your feet. You stumble into him and he lets out a sound of surprise, pulling you to his torso to balance you. Your entire front is pressed against his, and you giggle.

“Someone’s feeling a bit frisky today.” You grin drunkenly at him, eyes glazed over, reaching up to tap his nose with your pointer finger.

“Christ, how much did you drink?” He can’t help but let out a chuckle at how shitfaced you are, but he’s concerned. He’s only ever seen you this drunk twice in the time he’s known you. Once when you failed your finals, and once when an ex tried to come back into your life and inevitably screwed you over. So it’s no surprise that he’s worried. The only times you’ve been this wasted, something was really affecting you.

“Only like...a bottle? Or so?” You cling onto the material of his shirt as he attempts to walk you both to the bathroom, struggling as he trips over your feet a few times.

“Christ.” He sighs.

How he gets you both to the bathroom, he’s not quite sure, but he sits you on the lid of the toilet as he runs a bath.

“I’m going to go call Dani and tell her that I won’t be able to make it. Stay here and don’t move, alright? Don’t want you somehow drowning yourself.”

“Aye aye captain!” You salute him, and he rolls his eyes before exiting the bathroom.

You stay seated on the toilet seat, swaying side to side ever so slightly as you attempt to eavesdrop on Brian. You can just barely hear him over the splash of running water.

“I’m really sorry, she’s drunk- yeah, I know. I’ll make it up...something is wrong…” You can’t really make out what he’s saying, it just sounds like a bunch of jumbled words. With a huff, you give up and wait for him to return.

He walks back in holding a couple of towels, setting them on the sink before kneeling next to the bathtub. He grabs a purple bottle and pours some of the liquid under the running water, a floral scent filling the room. When he stands back up, you notice how he looks even taller in the confined space of your bathroom. He could easily touch both sides of the room if he spread his arms. You stifle a giggle.

“What’s so funny, huh?” He leans against the sink as he narrows his eyes in your direction.

“You’re tall.” You laugh, swaying side to side. Somehow in your drunken state, what you said was absolutely hilarious to you.

“I’m quite aware of this.” He sighs.

“Like a tree.”

“Hey, rude.” He pouts, but can’t help the small smile on his lips as he looks down at you.

Your laughing slows to a giggle and you close your eyes with a hum. He doesn’t notice the bath filling too high as he scans over your features. Hair failing in front of your eyes, a bit of flour still smeared over your cheek, lips pouting ever so slightly. You look beautifully natural, and he furrows his brows at you.

What’s going on in that head of yours?

When he finally glances back over to the bath, he swears and quickly shuts the nearly-overflowing tap off before running to fetch you a glass of water. He has to dodge a burnt pancake on the way to the sink, shaking his head at your foolishness.

When he returns, you open your eyes, “Is that vodka?”

He swats away your grabby hands, “No, it’s water. Drink up.”

You pout, but take the water from his hands, gulping it down quickly and spilling some down your front. Once the glass is drained, you look back up to see him staring disapprovingly down at you.

“Is the bath for you? Stinky.” You ask him with yet another giggle.

“You’re a child.” He tuts with amusement, “Get in, you smell like death and burnt pancake.”

Sticking your tongue out in defiance, you stand up. “I wouldn’t have burned the pancake if you weren’t out with Dani.”

His eyebrows furrow at your inflection, “What’s that supposed to mean?” You don’t answer.

“Woah, Y/N, what are you doing?”

You begin undressing, lifting your t-shirt over your head and leaving you in your bra. “What? Do you bathe fully clothed? I always knew you were an alien.”

His words don’t come out clearly as his mouth is dry, his eyes shamelessly scanning over your exposed skin, though you don’t realise.

“I-fuck, hold on.” He turns away to face the wall, hiding his red cheeks and also giving you privacy. “Tell me when you’re under the bubbles..”

He really didn’t think this through. Of course you’d have to get naked to have a bath, why didn’t he think of that before he ran you one? Thankfully he went overboard with the bubble bath, dumping in enough of the liquid to last a year.

You’re too drunk to even register what you’re doing as you strip down to nothing and step into the hot water. You would never dream of being this bold sober, but you slide down into the bubbles with a contented sigh, calling out to him, “I’m covered,” you scoop up a handful of suds, “Wow, this is a lot of bubbles.”

He turns around and scans over the bath, making sure that you are indeed covered, and smiling endearingly down at you. You’re entirely engulfed in bubbles, all the way up to your chin. You’ve placed a blob of suds on top of your head, grinning like a child back up at him.

But he needs to know what you meant by what you said, something in his gut is making him uneasy. Why have you been acting this way?

“What did you mean by what you said, Y/N?” He asks, the tone becoming serious as he sits down on the lid of the toilet seat. The suds fall off of your head and you frown.

“By what?” You feign innocence, swishing your feet around the hot water and sinking down lower to wet your hair.

“You know exactly what.”

You turn to him, scooping up some bubbles and flinging them at him. He makes a sound of disgruntlement as it lands directly on the front of his shirt.

“Y/N!” He scolds, swiping it off of his clothes and attempting to throw it back at you, but it sticks to his hands before landing on his lap.

“What did you mean earlier, about Dani.” His shoulders slump in defeat, rubbing the now deflated pile of bubbles into his trousers.

The sound of the water sloshing in the tub along with the gentle drips of the leaking tap that you most definitely should get fixed is all to be heard as you think over your answer in silence.

“Just meant that my best friend missed out on pancake day is all.”

The answer is short and simple, and Brian knows deep down that you are holding something back, but in the moment he decides not to push.

So with a long sigh, he drops his head so that his curls shadow his eyes, “I’m sorry about that. I just- I thought-.” He pauses for thought, your stomach churning with what can either be the alcohol or the heavy feeling of rejection you always get when you’re around Brian. Right now, you can’t decipher which is making you feel the most dizzy.

He rubs at his eyes with his knuckles, tilting his head back up to meet your gaze. “You said it was fine this morning.”

It’s your turn to sigh, a long drawn out sigh, as you lean your head back to rest on the uncomfortable porcelain coated steel. What could you possibly say to that?

I said that because I’m desperately trying to hide how much I care for you as more than a friend, but you’re too blind to see that I die a little bit every time you look at me and at this point it’s getting ridiculous.

“It’s just tradition, that’s why I was upset. It’s no big deal, it sounds stupid now.”

Brian sits in silence, his lips pursed as he silently begs you to just be honest. He isn’t even sure what he wants you to say. He just knows that you’re not being truthful.

“Are you sure?”

You close your eyes in attempt to stop the spinning of the small room. The heaviness of his gaze lingers on your face, you can practically feel it.

“Yes.”

He sighs, nodding his head and pursing his lips. He looks as though he’s trying to reassure himself that you’re telling the truth. The room is so hot, you notice, and you are starting to sweat. Suddenly there are too many bubbles around you and the smell of soap is too strong. Your stomach churns, your head spins, you’re panicking.

Brian notices your face go pale, “Are you alright-”

“Get out.” it comes out harsh as you panic, breath coming out in hurried pants..

“What-”

“Brian, get out!”:

He stands up, scurrying out of the small bathroom and you are finally able to lift yourself out of the tub. The cool air hits your naked form and offers slight relief, but the room still spins, you feel sick. You grip the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white as you stare at yourself in the mirror. Water drips from your skin onto the floor, but you don’t care. You recognise this feeling, you’ve had it before.

You’re having a panic attack.

The spinning subsides enough for you to grab a towel, and you dry yourself off before dressing into the pyjamas Brian left out for you. You try to clean up your mess and unplug the bath plug, before sitting on the toilet seat and watching it drain.

You feel the effects of the panic attack fade slightly as you only focus on the spinning water, the after effects of an attack taking its place. Sadness, defeat. You’re not drunk anymore.

You just want your bed. That’s all. You don’t want to face Brian, you don’t want to think about him, you don’t want to imagine him and Dani. You just want to sleep. You’re never lonely in your dreams. You’re never sad.

When you sneak out of the bathroom, Brian is already in his room, allowing you to slip into your bedroom unnoticed. Your bed is beyond inviting, and you plop yourself down with a sigh. The cold sheets sooth your burning skin, lulling you into the state between sleep and consciousness.

“You alright?” Brian asks from the doorway and you flinch. You hadn’t even heard him knock.

He ignores the elephant in the room, and you’re thankful. You don’t feel like explaining to him what pushed you to the point of a panic attack.

“Mmph.” You grumble.

“I put some ibuprofen and water next to your bed, you’ll need it.”

“Thanks.” You mumble simply, your eyelids fluttering closed.

“I won’t be here in the morning. Dani wants to meet for breakfast.”

He waits for your reply, but you fake sleep, forcing out a few light snores to convince him.

But he’s not convinced, letting out a sigh.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You never snore.

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