#san. hugging. his phone. while facetiming.

[bluehwale-main]

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Ateez and the things they do for you while on tour

Genre: established relationship, floof—lots of it, crack-ish?

Word count: 1.9k

Pairing: idols!Ateez x gn!reader

Warnings: pet names (+ reader calling Mingi princess), possible grammar mistakes

Taglist: @shakalakaboomboo, @pocketjoong-reads, @nebulousbrainsoup, @justhere4kpop, @bluehwale, @bluisheye93, @ssaboala, @i-luvsang, @ad0rechuu

Networks: @cromernet 🤍

Hongjoong - falling asleep on face-time

☆ Hongjoong keeps track of every single difference between his and your timezone, having it as a daily reminder on the world clock.

☆ It doesn't matter how tired he is after performing and melting million hearts;

☆ He could never be too tired for his love.

☆ Calls you when he's on his way to the hotel room if it's at a suitable hour;

☆ If not, he would settle for napping for a bit and set an alarm so he can call you at a reasonable time.

☆ Loves having your voice playing in the background for whenever sleep gets too hard to fight against (and if you start talking about your day, it's simply music for his ears).

☆ Smiles contentedly, even in his sleep, when you tell him how proud you are and how much you love and miss him.

☆ "You shined today too, baby. I am so, so, proud of you, and I hope you know that."

☆ Even when he's drowsy—droopy eyes, mouth slightly open, almost slipping into the dreams' world, he would never be too tired to mouth an "I love you too, love; thanks for being by my side,"—might come off as a mumble, but the intention is there.

☆ And that's the tutorial on how to make your sleepy Joong happy. :)

Seonghwa - buying souvenirs

☆ Seonghwa would buy the whole shop for you if he could. 

☆ Not that he didn't want to, but Yeosang—his shopping companion, didn't allow that to happen. 

☆ Whenever he sees a cute object, be it little or big, his eyes gather the whole universe in them, an excited smile creeping on his face, as the only thing he can say is "Y/n! :D" 

☆ Magnets? "These would look amazing on their fridge!" 

☆ Clothes? "I remember they said they needed a new cardigan." 

☆ Plushies? "Y/n's shelves have been pretty empty lately, these would look great in there :D." 

☆ And who are you to burst his bubble? It's not like you didn't try to tell him that he should tone it down; but he didn't even bother to listen to you, stuffing more and more into his luggage for when he comes home to show you. 

☆ When unboxing, he would just smile and proceed to take more out of his suitcase. 

☆ "Honey, you don't need to spend so much money on me…" You say, looking at the suitcase he claimed was filled with only souvenirs. 

☆ "Can you blame me, starlight? Let me spoil you." He smiles, settling himself on the floor as he keeps on unpacking, making you accept your fate and smile as well.

Yunho - sending you dancing videos

☆ This man is all but leaving you alone—not that you're complaining or anything. 

☆ He would send you videos of him practicing every single hour, maybe call you too, just to show (and maybe flex) his fantastic dancing skills. 

☆ Sometimes, he would even call you and ask you to learn something together—he just loves to see you dance with him, okay? 

☆ Always asks for your opinion first, on every cover he wants to post. 

☆ "I think that's good enough to post, Yun—" Wooyoung would try to say, but his friend would brush him off quickly. 

☆ "Let me ask Y/n first! :D" 

☆ The moment the warmth of your praises engulfs him—he becomes a malfunctional boy; smiling from ear to ear, continuously staring at your texts, making everyone around him ask him if he is okay, if he needs to see a doctor or something (it's just his friends being the teases they are)—yet he wouldn't care, he is in love <3. 

☆ "Of course it's amazing, Yuyu. You're doing amazing everytime <333." 

☆ He would melt into a puddle. 

☆ "No words can explain how thankful I am for you, my darling." 

Yeosang - delivering sweet nothings

☆ Yeosang would send special deliveries for his significant other.

☆ He has to make sure his baby is being well taken care of even when he's away, doesn't he?

☆ If you randomly get up due to the sound of your doorbell—know that Yeo planned something; again.

☆ Sometimes it's fresh food from your favorite restaurant; sometimes flowers bouquets.

☆ Sometimes, even your favorite hoodie of his—to remind you of him, and his scent.

☆ He would be sneaky and innocent about it too—he would never admit it's him (he would, you just have to be cute enough for it).

☆ "Yeoooo, the flowers you sent yesterday are still there! Where am I supposed to place these ones?"

☆ "What flowers, sweets? I didn't send you anything though?" The lie would slip through his lips, soon curling into a mischievous smile.

☆ Secretly—he enjoys it way too much—seeing how happy you are after the warm meal, how you couldn't stop smelling the flowers he chose for you.

☆ He loved you so much and he had to prove it somehow, even if he was miles away from you.

San - hugging his phone while face-timing

☆ San loves physical attention; he craves it—a lot.

☆ And though there's no way you can give it to him, he finds one, 'cause he's your smart boyfriend.

☆ He came up with the sudden idea of you hugging your phones at the same time, as silly as that might sound.

☆ Hugging the devices to your chests was giving him enormous comfort—not so much of a physical one, but one for the heart, at least.

☆ At first, you didn't expect him to want this to be a regular thing, you thought he would do it one time and then forget about it—or simply leave it aside.

☆ No. Your boyfriend started doing that every single call.

☆ "Y/nnnnn, do you feel it? The warmth?" He asks, his eyes shaped into little crescent moons, while the joy would dig little dimples into his cheeks.

☆ "Sannie… all I feel is how hot my phone got after three hours of continuously face-timing you," you say, looking at his pout through the screen.

☆ "Can you at least pretend? It's the only thing that unites us right now, so please pretend it's me you're hugging, sweets."

☆ With time, you came to understand what he was talking about—it felt nice to imagine him cuddled into your arms, counting the days and hoping they would pass faster and give you your boyfriend back.

Mingi - sending you voice texts

☆ Mingi would send you cute voice texts, and expects you to answer in the same manner.

☆ He would send one right after he woke up, the hoarseness of his voice echoing through your ears and making you giggle.

☆ Would also send you lots of them when he reaches the comfort of his hotel bed, telling you about his day and waiting for you to call, for the live experience.

☆ Sometimes, he would send some in the middle of the day, and when you play them, you're met with the beauty of his singing voice, playing one of the songs he had written, just for you.

☆ Along with comfort, they would usually make tears prickle at the corner of your eyes—because you miss him, and because the depth of the lyrics makes you want to give him the biggest hug ever.

☆ Mingi would also send you vocal texts of him silly laughing at random jokes, or funny videos, claiming that he doesn't want you to forget his laugh (don't forget he wants to hear yours too).

☆ And hearing him laugh would automatically make you cackle too, recording it just in time.

☆ "Princess? If I had a superpower, I wish I could teleport," you said, sending the short voice message to him.

☆ "And why is that, sweetheart?" He asks, in the same manner.

☆ "So I can come there and give you the biggest hug ever," and that was enough to make him melt and think about how much he loves you.

Wooyoung - recording daily vlogs

☆ Wooyoung would be recording silly little vlogs for you at every single step.

☆ No one and nothing could hold him back from turning his camera on selfie mode and pressing the rec button (but also, no one can stop him when he's about to fall 'cause he doesn't see where he steps).

☆ As soon as he gets into his hotel room, he will start making the room tour for you, explaining every detail he notices about it.

☆ Sometimes, he would trick some staff members into showing him the stage outfits beforehand, just for you to wake up with an outfit check vlog made by your boyfriend, exclusively.

☆ He could be anywhere—restaurant, preparing to eat; backstage, preparing to go on stage, or simply walking around the city—it wouldn't matter, his hand is always able to hold a camera or at least his phone.

☆ Oh, and don't you dare interrupt him—he gave San the nastiest look when he called Woo for game night.

☆ "I'm recording my daily vlog for Y/n, can't you see, San? When did you become so heartless?" He asked, hand holding his heart as San raised his arms, defeated.

☆ "Sorry, angel. San is bothering me. Back to you now! :D"

☆ If you could ever make time to send him one of your own daily vlogs too, he would be the happiest man; saving it and staring at it all along, like a lucky charm.

☆ "I decided I should send you a daily vlog from work too, can't let my pookie forget my face and voice," you said, and his lips stretched into the widest smile.

Jongho - singing lullabies for you

☆ Jongho's honey-like voice would melt into another lullaby you asked him for, despite the late hour you were talking at.

☆ You missed your boyfriend's presence—his beautiful gummy smile whenever you told him you loved him, his hugs, everything about him.

☆ And, last but not least, you missed his voice.

☆ You found it hard to sleep without him talking to you, or without hearing him practice another melodious ballad again—and you craved it.

☆ And it seemed like he missed doing these acts of service for you as well;

☆ 'Cause, the second you told him that you wanted to hear him, he didn't hesitate to immediately call you and start to sing another soulful song for you, smiling whenever you complimented him.

☆ His passion was something great to watch too—from the way his eyelashes would stroke his skin whenever he closed his eyes, the way his mouth opened whenever he hits any high notes, to the confidence on his face.

☆ You could swear that your admiration for him painted his cheeks into a crimson blush, yet he couldn't complain, he was proud to have you by his side.

☆ "Can you sing the chorus one more time, please? I don't want it to end before I fall asleep." You asked, looking at him before closing your eyes in order to fall asleep while he was still singing for you.

☆ He let a soft smile appear on his face, singing for you once again and only stopping when you finally fell asleep, whispering a sweet "Good night, sunshine."

[jaidens]

pumpkin spice latte w/ extra whip and carmel w/ my baby rooster 😋😋 also completly disregard this plot if you want but seeing rooster after he’s been away yk at top gun for a while so r surprises him >:)))

And want you now, wanna need you forever In the heat of your electric touch, mm-mm

pairing [s] : bradley bradshaw x reader

warning [s] : mentions of : crying, making out, sex |

a/n [s] : my baby doll dal 🫶 requests are open!

It had been six continuous months without seeing your Bradley in real life. The scent of his cologne and musk had disappeared from your bed and his pillow, causing you to go after anything that has reminded you of him. Whenever you were invited to visit him in Top Gun after they were given a three-week break after a joyous win, you decided to immediately take it.

Deciding to not tell Bradley had killed you, as you watched him through the FaceTime call as he slept in a lonely house by himself. You told him your phone was getting repairs to cover up your five hour flight to where he was drafted, it worked surprisingly well. The flight was long, but your discount with it has given you First-Class seats with many helps from flight attendants to try and help your experiences.

When you landed in hot and humid, San Diego you were almost immediately dehydrated. You had called Penny and Maverick to pick you up from the airport, begging to keep everything a secret. Surprisingly, they kept it quiet and Pete told you he had told them he was taking Penny on a date tonight. The nerves were messing with your head as you mess with the hem of your (Bradley’s) Hawaiian shirt. It was a light and soft pink color, and you swore it looked better on him than it did you. Bradley would disagree, saying it was his favorite shirt you had worn.

“Hot as hell here, jeez.” You joke flapping a piece of paper against your face to try and cool yourself down. Even with the extreme cold air blasting on your face, sweat had still dripped from you. You couldn't tell if it was the nerves in your head about seeing Bradley, or the heat. If you had to assume it had probably been both electives. “I know. Bradley pretty much is shirtless half of the time. I’m tired of it.” Amy says next to you, tapping on her phone.

You laugh as you think of Bradley, who is extremely typical to get naked when it's over 95 degrees outside. You decided to call Jessica, Hangman's long-term girlfriend who had also decided to surprise her big hunk of man on the same day as you. She told you how the pilots were meeting at The Hard Deck and how most of the Navy wives were doing the same. You agreed with her and told Penny and Maverick to take you there for him.

Suddenly it all started to hit you: You would see Bradley in under three minutes after months of missing, crying, and taking screenshots of him on the phone. Maverick pulls into the sandy deck of the bar and parks the car. He looks in the mirror and looks at you. “You ready, kid?” He asks and you nod, opening the door and following after the older woman who had already been walking in. The bar wasn't that crowded, only having pilots and other people that had gotten off of work earlier. It was five o'clock when you landed, so now it was six.

The bar is playing some eighties hits loudly, some rowdy people dancing around with drinks in their hands. You touch yourself up in your phone camera, take a big breath in, and start walking into the back corner of the bar where the pilots stayed. That's whenever you saw Bradley, whooping and hollering about winning the 8-ball game with Phoenix and Bob. Jake and Jessica are rubbing up against each other, kissing and hugging on every second, looking like high school couples in the hallways.

You walk up behind Bradley and when he bends over to hit a ball, you slam up behind and put your hands in the front pockets of his 1980s Levi's jeans. “Wanna teach me how to play?” You tease and Bradley jumps up and wraps you in his arms. His hand goes to the back of your neck and he practically jumps while practically screaming your name in pure and utter excitement at your presence.

“You didn't tell me you were coming!” He pulls away for a second to look at your face, before pulling you back in and wrapping harder around your body. The feeling envelopes you tightly and you feel the need to melt in his arms. “It's a surprise, dummy. Are you surprised?” You ask and now he's nodding quickly before he drops you down and kisses you harshly. His lips are running across you as he pulls you into a bench in the other corner.

“Am I surprised? Of course!” He says sassily at you and brings you back into a deep kiss, his hand messing with the hem of your Hawaiian shirt and the other against your neck as he holds you up in the kiss with him. He's warm and touchy throughout the sweet moment and he takes like a Cranberry Vodka. “Love you, so much.”

“Awh, I love you too honey.” Your hand runs through his fluffy hair that's been lightened from hours of sun, and you stare at this tan skin with freckles littering against his cheeks and nose. His fingers mess with the rips on your shorts and he kisses against your cheek. “God, I missed you so much.” Jessica waves at you and giggles as Jake kisses her away from attention. You laugh at his antics before Bradley pulls your chin and kisses you once more, and you stare into his deep green eyes.

“Thank you for visiting, so much.” Bradley speaks softly in your ear. “Always, and forever when I can.”

[ghosttotheparty]

here's the context in part 1 kind of (this isn't rly a fic I'm just talking bc i can't stop thinking about this au)

Steve never thought he'd find himself on stage in front of thousands of people. Doing talk shows. Telling the world about his past, carefully avoiding everything he can't legally talk about, everything he can't say without freaking out every single human that hears him. But here he is, on a fucking country-wide tour, performing in Los fucking Angeles, doing interviews, signing autographs, taking pictures with people he'll probably never see again.

He misses home. Home meaning the tiny two-bedroom he shares with Robin in San Francisco, not fucking Hawkins. Obviously. He misses the art that covers the walls, all the messy canvases that are crooked, covered in colorful paint that also stains the walls of their living room (which is Robin's makeshift studio), all the sketches and drawings of the two of them gifted to them by fans. All the postcards from the rest of the Party. He misses Robin. Even though they Facetime every night, and she watches live streams of each of his shows online. Codependency does things to a person.

Robin picks him up from the airport, and when they see each other, she drops the sign with STEVE written on it in pretty bubble letters and bolts to him. He catches her in his arms, laughing, and if they're both crying, that's their business.

Robin finds out Steve was nominated for a Grammy before he does. They're in their living room, and he's lounging on the sofa, mindlessly watching a basketball game while she scrolls on her phone, and he's almost drifting off when she slaps his leg so hard it stings.

'Ow!' he says loudly, startling awake and lifting his head to glare at her. 'Why?'

But she's just staring at him like he's just told her he shits gold, and he makes a face.

'Are you kidding me?' she says loudly.

'...No?'

'Steve. A Grammy?'

He sits up.

'What?'

She holds her phone out, smiling now, and he takes it, eyes wide as he skims the screen.

'Oh my god.'

'Oh my god,' she repeats, reaching out and shoving his shoulder excitedly.

'Oh my god,' he says, shifting to sit properly on the sofa, rereading the post that's open on her phone. 'Oh my god.'

His phone chimes. He ignores it. But it chimes again. Then again. And again. And he reaches over to grab it, his hand shaking. His screen is full of messages from Dustin.

Dustybun: STEVEN BROOOOOOOOOOOO STEVE STEVE STEVE GRAMMY NOMINEE STEVE HARRINGTON CODE RED (POSITIVE)

Steve just tosses Robin's phone aside and reaches for her arm, pulling her into a tight hug as he calls Dustin.

[ladylooch]

Hi, can you please write a timo meier imagine about incident where timo broke his nose? Reader lives in San Jose and is a Sharks fan and is watching the game when it happens and timo knows she is watching when he is down on the ice, so he thinks about her while he is down and he flies back to san jose after the devils are eliminated by the canes and she sees his nose. She tells him that he learned the hard way to always keep your head up in hockey

A/N: I am dying for some Timo content and something sweet. Like I need sweetness to remind me there is good in the world right now and that the way I am feeling is temporary. So… Here is an attempt.

Word Count: 935

Warnings: Swearing

The last thing you remember before the hit is that the sight of Timo in red is still a little weird to you. 

The thought is taken over by pure panic as you watch what unfolds on TV. A sharp intake of breath almost pulls the spit from your mouth down the wrong tube as you watch Jacob Trouba absolutely annihilate your boyfriend. You grip the Sharks logo on your t-shirt in a tight fist.

“What the FUCK!” You scream at the TV, standing on top of your couch, hands dashing through your hair. Your heart is skipping beats as you watch Timo lay on the ice, flat on his back, not moving. “Baby, baby, baby, baby.” You sputter out, fingerprints pressing into your scalp as you begin hyperventilating. 

You watch silently, with millions of other people, as the trainer tends to Timo. It’s agony as you wait. Eventually, he is up again, the trainer steadying him. Then he skates off, a bloody towel pressed to his nose.

The rest of the game doesn’t even matter, besides the fact that the Devils sail to the second round of the playoffs. Days seemingly pass before you see his FaceTime call brighten your phone.

“I’m okay.” He says immediately when the call connects. You can’t help it. You burst into tears at the sight of his face. His right eye is already black, deep red gashes fill his nose and you tremble at the thought of what might be wrong with his brain. “No concussion. Just a broken nose and some cuts. It’s okay. Don’t cry, babe." 

That night was weeks ago, but when you close your eyes to sleep, you still see it all: the blood, the intensity of his body rocking to the ice, the fear gripping the back of your neck. It makes your stomach twist until falling back to sleep feels impossible. 

Lucky for you, the cure of sleepless nights is currently walking to you from his plane ride home to California.

You sway from foot to foot, wishing you could forget it all. Because for the first time in months, Timo is in the same building as you again. You can’t wait to have your arms back around him, feeling the thick muscles of his shoulders through his shirt… then under his shirt. 

He walks from beyond the security check point, gaze immediately scanning for you. When he sees you, his grin stretches his cheeks up. He only has his backpack so he hustles to you, weaving through all the other travelers, desperate to get to you. Your feet hold you in your spot grinning back at him, arms at the ready so he can sweep you up. He tosses his arms around your waist, lifting you into his body. He twirls you both around while you hide your face in his shoulder. He smells so good, like home and comfort and hopefully the rest of your life.

“Hi babe.” He sighs, fingers digging into the backs of your thighs as he keeps you up.

“Hi!” You cheese back to him, giddy at how good this instantly feels. All is right in the world again. You lick your lips then press your mouthes together. It’s hard to stay connected at the grins twitching your lips apart. Eventually, you go back to hugging, pressing your faces into one another’s shoulder. The rest of the airport shuffles around, but you two can’t be bothered.

Slowly, you begin to untangle your limbs from him. Your feet hit the floor, but you stay pressed to his front, taking a good look at his face now.

“Oof, baby.” You murmur, running your fingers gently along the fading scars of his cuts. “I guess you learned the hard way to keep your head up.” He gives a slight squint at your chirping. “You look hotter though. Tougher for sure. Maybe I should thank him.”

“Let’s not go that far.” He whispers as he leans down to press your lips together again. You smile into the kiss, enjoying the stroking of his tongue against your teeth. You let him in, sneaking a moan back into his mouth.

“Why did you shave?” 

“It was getting itchy.” He murmurs, then rubs his smooth cheek along yours.

“Boo. I miss it already.”

“I’ll grow it out again this summer when we go to Switzerland. Just for you.” He drops multiple kisses to your lips as he talks. Eventually, you start to laugh at his insistent presses. 

“You’re so sweet. Wanna get out of here?” 

“Yeah, one sec tho.” He murmurs, then leans down to devour your lips again. His tongue strokes a fire in your core. You grip the back of his neck tightly, fingernails creating half moons in his skin there. “When I was on the ice,” he begins, kissing the corners of your lips as he speaks to you. “All I could think about was you. I had to get up for you. They wanted me to stay down and I refused.”

“Babe. You should listen to the trainers.” You whine, closing your eyes and disappearing into the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

“It’s our deal.” He shrugs. “I promised to always get up if I can.”

“I hope that never happens again.” You say honestly, looking at the swinging strands of his sweatshirt hood. He tilts your face back up to look at him. He studies you, gaze dragging along every feature you hate and he thinks is perfect.

“I can’t make that promise to you.” He admits. “But I will keep my head up.”

[loveisonaroll]

Major Confusion, Part 1

A/N: this story originally started in my head with a Zillow posting for a beautiful home in downtown San Antonio…I'm not sure how I feel about this one yet, so let me know what you think.

Summary: A misunderstanding at a party you and Jake host to celebrate the end of tour ends in some heartbreak.

Warning(s): angst, some self-image comments, self-hatred, slight toxic behaviors, panic attack.

Word Count:1780 

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You were anxious and excited all at once as you pulled the last curler from your hair. Today, you would celebrate the end of Greta Van Fleet’s Dreams of Gold tour at the home you and Jake finally had made your own. When he first suggested buying a home in the city you had based your career, you vehemently resisted. You had always imagined having to eventually give up your job for a new one in Nashville to be with Jake, and you couldn’t see why he would want to give up his favorable location for yours. As resistant as you had been, Jake was more persistent and ultimately won the war when he found the most perfect home for the two of you. 

The home was a large, tudor style structure with just enough modernism to make its old character functional. You and Jake had spent months finding the right furniture and art to bring out the home’s vintage charm, and you refused to host any sort of gathering until it was as close to perfect as you could get. After seeing the home decorated through Facetime calls and pictures exchanged over text, Jake would get to see the home in all its glory for the first time in person, and there was one room that you hadn’t fully disclosed to him what new additions you had made. 

Since the night before, Jake had been strangely absent from your phone screen. His flight had been delayed the day before, so he and his brothers were set to get in a mere couple hours before the party. He usually bombarded your phone with “can’t wait to see you” messages while he was on his way home to you, but you figured he was just too exhausted and ready to be home this time. You were too busy party-prepping to dwell on it, anyways. You wanted everything to be perfect for Jake, his family and his friends. 

You were just sliding on your last shoe when you heard the front door open and muffled conversation. A smile broke out on your face as you bounded down the stairs to greet your rockstar boyfriend and his brothers. You were excited to see Jake after months on tour, and you wore your newest sun dress that accentuated your boobs just right. You had been saving it for him for weeks. 

“Welcome home, baby!” 

Jake turned towards you and gave you a soft smile, kissing your cheek and wrapping his arms loosely around your frame as you tightly embraced him. “Hey babe. House looks great.”

You furrowed your brows at his bland tone as you pulled away, but the doorbell rand before you could question him further. Jake excused himself to answer the door and you turned to his brothers. They had made their way to gather around the kitchen island, grazing at the snacks you had set out. That was strange, you thought. Jake hadn’t even taken a second look at you, let alone comment on how great you looked in your new dress. You shook the thought out of your head and headed to greet the rest of the band. 

“Hey guys, welcome home! Congratulations on a great tour!” you beamed, bouncing around the kitchen giving them each hugs. The lackluster responses you were given confused you, but you assumed they were all just exhausted from tour and the travel delays. 

As you took the coverings off the rest of the food on the island, Jake and a few of his friends trickled into the kitchen. Everyone seemed to have more of a jovial reaction to seeing each other than they did seeing you, and your heart ached. You started to feel more confused, thinking back to any possible thing you had done to make any of them angry with you. The more you thought, the more you were confused. 

“The house looks great, Y/N. I love all the furniture!” Amanda, one of Jake’s friends’ wife said to you. Amanda was nice, but you could never really get a true reading of her. You had been dating Jake for almost four years, and you have known him for years before that. She had become close friends with Jake’s ex-girlfriend, and when he started dating you a few months after their breakup, she was less than subtle about her disappointment. Still, she was always polite. 

“Thanks,” you said just as the doorbell rang again. “I’ll get it this time, baby.”

When you opened the door, you were left confused. Jake’s ex, Hailey was on the other side with a small smile as she stared at you.  

“Oh, umm hi?” you stammered. You were around when Jake started dating Hailey, and you had always enjoyed her company before. However, you hadn’t seen much of her after their breakup, and when you did, it was at events where neither you nor Jake knew she would be in attendance. 

“Hey, Y/N, how are you?” she said, stepping over the threshold. “The house is beautiful from the outside. Jake said you’ve been working hard on the inside.”

You cocked your head slightly to the side in response to her statement. When had she spoken to Jake? He never mentioned inviting Hailey, and you thought he would have run his invitation by you first. As if he had been summoned, Jake appeared by you, wrapping Hailey in a hug before tugging her towards his group of friends. 

To say you were baffled would be a complete understatement. Jake completely ignored you, embraced her tighter than he had you when he first arrived, and tugged her to socialize with his friends right in front of your very eyes. You were frozen in place, desperately trying to comprehend what was happening. You felt like your relationship had vaporized in a matter of seconds. 

When you finally defrosted, you put on a fake smile and tried to socialize a little as more people shuffled into your home. Jake hardly looked your way throughout the party, and his brothers and friends did little more to include you in any conversation. The less anyone talked to you, the more you started to spiral. Why was everyone ignoring you? What had you done to make everyone so angry at you? Why did everyone hate you?

The further down the rabbit hole you got, the more you watched Jake talk with Hailey. He hadn’t been more than 5 feet from her the entire afternoon, and his mood looked instantly lighter from your perspective with her around. Then you started watching her…the way her hair curled perfectly and shone in the sunlight. How much thinner she was than you. How little makeup she needed to wear to look flawless. How effortless it was for her to gain the attention of everyone in the room. How effortless it was for her to steal the attention of Jake. 

Before you could let the tears fall, you made your way to your boyfriend. Maybe now was a good time to steal him away to show him your surprise. 

“Hey Jake,” you smiled and touched his arm. His smile fell as he turned his attention to you, and you ignored the pang in your heart from the action. “I wanted to show you something. I did something to your office—” 

“My office? Seriously?” Jake pulled his arm out of your grasp with a sigh to run his hand through his hair. “I let you decorate the rest of my house, what more did you possibly need to do?” 

You were taken aback by his crassness and took a step away from him. His friends cleared their throats and turned away awkwardly. 

“What?” You said softly, shocked that he had spoken to you in such a way. Jake had never so much as raised his voice at you in the entirety of the time you had known him. Even when the two of you would get into arguments before your relationship, he had always been the reasonable one. 

“Honestly, I just can’t handle…this right now.” Jake waved his hand towards you dismissively before stalking off to rejoin his brothers and their group of friends. 

You didn’t think you could have been more confused and heartbroken. Not only had Jake dismissed you so aggressively, but he had also referred to the place you had spent so much time making your home as his home. Not belonging to the both of you, but to him. 

You quickly hid your face from your guests and made your way up the stairs. When you stepped foot into your shared bedroom, you stood in the middle not knowing what to do next. This wasn’t your home, you thought. Jake had said so himself, this was his home. Nothing here was yours. You were silly to think this would be your forever home. Why had you given up your apartment? Jake had never told you this would be your home forever. In fact, had he even asked you to move in with him? He had given you the go-ahead to decorate the house. He allowed you to decorate the house for him. This wasn’t for you. This wasn’t your home. You would never be home here. 

Your head swarmed with doubts, self-hatred, confusion and anxiety. The tears flowed freely, and your breathing became erratic. You truly had nowhere to go in the house, it wasn’t yours. You didn’t feel welcome or safe. You wracked your brain for a place to go, someone who would hold their door open for you, but your friends had moved away after college. You were too embarrassed to face your co-workers. It was too late to drive the four hours it would take to get to your parents home. Finally, you settled on a hotel room. 

You packed a bag and wiped your face. You would come back for the rest of your things, you thought. Then you would try to get your old apartment back and you and Jake could make it work again. It had to be the house, you thought. But what if he didn’t want you at all? What if he invited Hailey because he was pushing you out to bring her back in?

You almost stumbled as you raced down the stairs and towards the door. You only had to hold your breath for a second to get past the doorway to the main room/kitchen before you could make your escape. As you opened the front door and took a breath, you were met with Jake’s sister with her finger on the doorbell. The chime rang out before you could stop her, and Jake rounded the corner seconds later. 

[workingforitallthetime]

drawn arrows unseen

part 17 / previous installments/tags

Mason’s never watched the draft lottery before, not even the year he was drafted. But this year his heart beats faster with every card flipped. Sixth, Chicago. Fifth, Montreal. Fourth, San Jose. Third, Arizona. Mason paces around the room waiting for the lottery winner, chanting Anaheim, Anaheim, Anaheim in his head.

It’s Columbus.

Mason deflates. It’s so far away. But Anaheim has the second pick. Connor should go first overall. Connor deserves to go first overall. But – and Mason feels like a traitor for thinking it – if anything good can come out of Connor being an omega, maybe it’s him falling in the draft, just one spot. Falling straight to Mason’s team, straight into Mason’s apartment and bed and life.

It feels so right that he almost convinces himself it’s going to happen. On draft night, after Jarmo Kekäläinen announces Adam Fantilli’s name as the first overall pick, Mason sits at the edge of his couch, leg jiggling nervously, waiting for it.

It takes him a moment to register that Pat Verbeek didn’t say Connor’s name. Mason rewinds the broadcast and watches the pick again, just to make sure. It’s Leo Carlsson.

Mason throws the remote at the wall.

He’s not sure what he’s madder about: that Connor fell, or that he didn’t fall to Anaheim. Arizona snaps him up at third overall. Mason watches him hug his family and shed his jacket and walk up to the stage, hungry for any glimpse of Connor's face.

[Mason does not read any post-draft coverage, but Scott Wheeler and Chris Peters both predict Columbus and Anaheim will be sorry they passed on Connor because he’s an omega. Both franchises say they wanted a 1C with size, but everybody knows what they were really thinking. Pronman’s last mock draft predicted the first three picks correctly.]

Mason knows nothing good can come from a FaceTime request from Kent Johnson on the night of Connor’s 18th birthday, but he still picks up. Kent’s in a club, the music loud and the familiar ice buckets and velvet couches of bottle service visible as the phone swings around unsteadily. “Say hi to Mason,” Kent demands, and hooks Connor into the frame with an elbow around his neck.

“Hi?” Connor looks at the screen, puzzled. Mason can’t even tell if Connor knows who he’s talking to. HIs hair is hanging sweatily in his face and his shirt has one button too many unbuttoned. The club lighting casts shadows along his collarbones.

Mason wants to do things to him that would have Parliament holding a whole new set of Hockey Canada hearings.

“Happy birthday,” Mason projects, although he suspects it’s a losing battle over the music in the background.

“Thanks, man.” Something catches Connor’s eye off camera, and he ducks out from under Kent’s arm and disappears from the frame.

Mason glares at Kent so hard it ought to bore holes in the screen of his phone.

Kent snorts at him. “Don’t worry, nobody’s touching your omega. Last guy who tried to grind on him got an elbow in the gut.”

Mason opens his mouth to object, and then shuts it. Connor doesn’t feel like his omega, even if his entire body goes fuzzy with static when he hears Kent say it. Connor feels like a friend Mason played with once, who he kept in touch with for a while and then he faded away. If the thought of Connor still turns his insides upside down, maybe that will stop hurting, eventually. That’s how it has to be, with Connor headed to another team that’s going to hope for a bond with one of their own alphas.

(next)

[hwanchaesong]

ATEEZ and the habits that they acquired when the two of you started dating:

Hongjoong:

looking at his phone constantly just in case you text him for an emergency

sends you music recommendations that he randomly found in spotify or youtube

prepares your clothes that you'll wear for the day

texts you if he'll be late for dates or appointments

buys clothes for you when he's out shopping

never lets you pay for dates

gets whiny when you leave for the bathroom during cuddles

gets jealous or possessive when you look at other oppas

leaves his hoodies or shirts for you to wear

smooth-talks or flirts his way out of your anger when he forgets to clean or organize his items

Seonghwa:

sends you his selfies and asking for your opinion about it before posting

cooks extra servings for you to eat

waits until you come home before eating

tying your shoelaces for you

fixes your hair when it's messy

zones out when you're talking because he's too busy staring at your face

always wants to have you around him, so he calls or messages you often

never mentions other women in your presence, unless it's family

kisses the back of your hand when he holds it

massages your shoulder while listening to you rant about something that annoyed you today

Yunho:

uses a cute voice whenever he greets you

watches newly released dramas or movies with you

sends goodmorning and goodnight messages

patting your head

joins your antics, especially if it's about pranking the members

shaves everyday so that his stubble won't prick you

he anticipates what you need or want

tries to understand your hobbies so that he'll be able to use it as a bonding time with you

never ending assurance and i love you's

piggyback rides you whenever you have to get something in the higher shelf

Yeosang

lefts one piece of chicken for you to eat

stays up way too late when he's texting or facetiming you

tries to impress you by showing his muscles

doesn't hog all the blankets in the bed

memorizes all your passwords so you can ask him for it if you ever forget

gets all blushy when you ask him for a kiss

sticks up for you and gets all protective when someone makes fun of you

buys your favorite drink

shows up out of the blue just to surprise you

remembers all the little things and details, ranging from special dates or a story back from your childhood

San:

pats your cheeks everytime

plays with your fingers and biting it afterwards (you smacked him for it)

never lets you carry heavy objects

walks on the side that is closer to the street and holds your hand the whole time

waits for you to finish what you're doing so that you could exercise together

doesn't look like it, but he actually pays a lot of attention to your details (like observing for changes either physically or emotionally)

greets you with a big hug and a forehead kiss

asks for a kiss before helping you out with the chores

cuddles you to his side while he lovingly runs his hand on your arm

has this very soft look in his eyes whenever he sees you with kids or babies

Mingi:

getting your supplements and vitamins ready in the morning

impulsively buys couple items bc he thinks it'll look cute on you

putting an intimidating face on and slithering an arm around your shoulders when sketchy guys pass by you

drops random facts to impress you (which he read on the internet)

compliments you everyday bc really, he just thinks you're out of this world

takes not so secret glances at you when you're literally 5 steps away from him

quickly responds to your calls and messages

he is always there as a source of moral support

eats all your leftover food or finished the things that you do bc he loves you so much he'll do it without any complaints

behaves like a clown because he likes hearing your laughter

Wooyoung:

asks you if you're fine with him turning the airconditioner

lowkey checking on you if you're doing well

brings meds just incase you catch a cold

PDA all the way

wears your favorite cologne or perfume on him

fanboys with you (then gets jealous when you talk about other boygroups)

buys you snacks whenever he's in the grocery or convenience store

acts like he's the hero of your life when he did something to help you

belly flops on you before pecking you all over the face

you randomly appear on his mind, making him all pouty because he suddenly misses you

Jongho:

takes your bag from you and carries it himself

carries ponytails and lipbalm for you to use

opens the door for you and pulls chair for you to sit on

he'll also let you enter or sit first

he wants you to walk in front of him so that he'll have an eagle eye on your surroundings

takes mental notes about what you like, already planning a surprise

always keeps an eye on you, if he can put a surveillance camera in your forehead, he will

orders the food in restaurants, cafe, etc

let's you win games because your smile makes him feel like he's the victor

carries and tucks you in bed when you accidentally fall asleep on the couch while watching tv

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@hyuckilstan

[senyuuno]

Distances

Featuring: Suna, Kageyama, Sakusa Note: Timeskip! Multilingual reader! Meeting him for the first time in a long distance relationship. A/N: The scenes were longer than I have expected. Take your time reading, 😊.

Suna Rintaró

Your first interaction was two years ago when he 'heart-ed' your scenic-captured moment on Instagram. After engaging a few times and finally following you, he continued to 'heart' your uploads. You were grateful for it since only a few people are consistent in doing, so you greeted and thanked him through chat. Throughpoint, you ended up in a distance relationship.

Few hours ago...

"Where are you?" He asked during facetime. "Hotel. I'm on an emergency project today," you answered while checking your things in front of the camera. He nodded. "Be sure not to make mistakes," he said.

You rolled your eyes--"Shut up." He chuckled upon hearing your responses.

"Suna, the coach's calling us." You heard someone from the background calling him so you paused and smiled at him. "Good luck there, Rin." "Ah. I'm already tired though." You laughed at his response.

Giving him a flying kiss--he smirks--"Guess we have to win this, eh?"

Present time...

"Congratulations on winning, EJP Raijin!" "Do you mind giving us an interview?!" "How was the game? Have you had mistakes during?" "Please give--"

"All I can say is that we just did what's normally done during practice. Though the match's in heat midway the second set, we still manage to win, ayt team?" Their Captain said. The whole team looked in his direction as if he was an angel sent from above--"Captain!"

After few discourses, they went to their lounge to take a break. Suna, after opening his phone, received hundreds of notifications but hits the notification under your name. He stopped gulping the water when he saw what you have posted.

"Fuck, no way..." he uttered. It was a picture of the first set of the game with a caption Finally watching it in person. Rooting for the Raijin's!

The towel droop down when he stood up fast and called you via Insta. "Suna, you gon'na take shower?" Washio asked but Suna only responded with--"I think my girlfriend's here."

"Congrat--" "You're here? Where? I'll meet you!" His rapid response made you laugh. Suna is containing his excitement, the members of the team looked in his direction in disbelief.

"Easy boy, I'm almost outside the lounge where you--" Suna can't hear what your saying next as he rushed outside their lounge. Few meters away from the lounge, as if he knew where you're at, he grabs you and took you on his arms.

"Shit, it's Y/N," he said and burry his head on the crook of your neck. "Hey, the cameras!" "Private area." "Okay, but I can't breathe!" "Mhm." He just mumbled and loosens his hug and you chuckled.

"Uh...Rin, you're teammates..." "Ugh! Their timing's off," he mumbled. Finally letting you go, you blushed when he stood his height and stares at you.

"What? Ain't I handsome?" He cheekily smirked at you and you can't help but to cover your face in embarrassment.

"You're even taller than what I expected," you said. Forgetting that his teammates are watching your interaction, Suna leans down and kisses your forehead--"And you're cuter than I've ever imagined."

Kageyama Tobio

"Tough work, huh, Kageyama?" Ushijima said while they are at their fan signing event. "Same to you, Ushijima-san," he answered back while scrunching his forehead to end his sign as to what he had practiced twice. "Uwaa, thank you so much, Kageyama-san! I'll look forward to your next play!" "Osu," he answered in which the middle highschool boy widely smiled back.

He didn't had the chance to drink his water nor glimpse at the line when another paper was lined into his vision. As he took his pen to sign, he flinched when he felt a thing being placed on his head. It was normal in this kind of session--giving gifts to the players, requesting something to be written in the paper, or a small discussion does not hurt, so Kageyama raised his head to say thanks but...

"Yappari! [I knew it!] It really fits you well, Kageyama-kun," you said and chuckled. His mouth parted as if to say something but is unable to. He blinks, trying to confirm if it's the reality.

The girl that he met online and have been chatting for about half-a-year, moreover, had asked him to date which he unexpectedly not refused to...is on his front. You're giddy smile and chuckle is real, and how you fix his hair into the neko-headband...he's feeling it.

It was then that the flashes of camera brought him to reality. He cleared his throat and brought his attention to the paper. You also leaned down to say something--"Can you also write 'Y/N and Volleyball' there and a heart shape at the end?"

You saw how his ears flushed and you chuckled. "Yeah." "That's a boring response, Kageyama-kun," you teased. "I'm currently trying to process that you're here in Japan and why you haven't told me about it," he pursed his lips tightly to prevent him from smiling too much.

You cutely brought your arms and palm to your jawline and rest your cheeks in your palm, then teasingly said--"Should we kiss then?" Profusely looking at you, how his eyes sparkles at the thought did not escape your view.

"I...Th-that's..." He looks around. Cameras, teammates, reporters, his coach, the manager, and the fans... He sighed and tries to calm himself down.

"I'll give you lots of it later."

Sakusa Kiiyómi

"Omi-kun, if they don't answer the phone then they have someonelse--ouch!" Atsumu whimpers when Sakusa spike the ball to his direction.

"Ooppss," is what Sakusa only said. "That's uncalled for! Hey! Ya literally smash it off'm!" Atsumu yelled while massaging the back of his head.

"Miya! Fetch the ball, will you?! We're closing up soon!" The coach yelled at him which he was surprised. As he was about to complain, Meian glared at him. He couldn't do anything at all but click his tongue.

"Omi-omi, you're already changed? Oh! Oh! Wanna go somewhere?" Bokuto pops up his front while his hair is still wet as he said it excitedly.

"I'll pass," is Sakusa's only answer while he fetches for his bags and takes his leave. Upon reaching for his phone, he immediately search for your contact name and stared at it while walking out of the gym. He scrunches his brows. It's been almost three days now and you still haven't contacted him. The last thing you said when you called him was to tell that you have to attend an important meeting on the site of your work, so he has become worried. He tried calling you but no one's answering the phone.

Sakusa was staring at his phone, outside their (training) area when he bumped into someone. He curses on his mind but apologized for not looking. It was then that his phone rung and he stops on his tracks immediately.

"Damn. Finally," he murmured as he immediately answered it. "Hello?" It was as if he's hearing your voice nearby but shook his thoughts. "What?" Sakusa responds. The line becomes silent. "Y/N, if you wanted to break up at me then contact me. Let me know." He can't help it since Atsumu's words were ringing on his head. "Wow. I...don't know what to s-say," it was almost in a whisper. Sakusa ruffles his hair in frustration.

"Y/N--" "You just messed your hair, didn't you?" How do you know? "Yes, but that's not the--" it was followed by the line-cut. Sakusa isn't stupid to know that you have ended the call. He was glaring at his phone intensely when someone called his name in an unsure voice.

"Kiyoomi Sakusa, r-right?" Lifting his head, a face and form that is clearly you greeted him. "Wow, sorry. You're just too gorgeous," the dim light can't hide the blush on your face as you study his whole form. He isn't hallucinating isn't he?

"Hey?" "Y/N?" Almost forgetting that it's both your first time seeing in person, you brightly smiled at him and answered--"Surprise!" And that was Sakusa's cue. He did not waste any time and grab your waist as he pulled you in a long and warm hug.

"It's good that I have taken a bath at the hotel before going here," you said, giggling, as you returned the hug. "What's up with the 'contact-me-if-you-want-to-break-up' though?" You, again, asked.

"No. Sorry. I...Shit, you're here..." He muttered. You, knowing that he's flustered and surprise, just laughed and did not mind it for now. As for the moment, the both of you are just contented on the current situation.

[real-jane]

nftn: missed messages

(bucky barnes x female!reader, shield)

summary: y/n has been gone on assignment for three weeks, and she hasn't heard a single word from bucky. meanwhile, sam wilson grills bucky about her, and an embarrassing secret comes out.

warnings: two idiots in love and oblivious, sam ribbing bucky and reader relentlessly, convos via text, one facetime call, lots and lots and lots of fluff.

word count: 4,434

a/n: this is a continuation of the 'nostalgia for the new' universe, taking place while reader is on her long three week mission (as mentioned in the og fic), before any feelings have been declared between them. enjoy :)

series masterlist - masterlist

“You good?”

Sam’s voice shook Bucky back to reality. Not a moment prior, he had been staring out the window of the caf, watching the horizon, as if your beacon had indicated that the quinjet was less than a hundred miles from home. Tony had been as impressed as he was annoyed with the amount of reprogramming it took to hack the system you, Agent 257, had created to monitor Bucky, but he did it, because Bucky had been a complete basketcase the first time you were sent off-the compound (at least… the first time since he met you). But no such luck.

Your beacon was nowhere to be found on his screen.

Bucky nodded at Sam’s question. His head swiveled to his phone, but the thing was lifeless. Fully charged, ready for action… but silent. His eyes traced the flat and unremarkable device. He sighed.

“This is stupid.”

Sam chuckled. “You’re just mad Tony won’t let you watch radar yourself.”

“She’s in Siberia--”

“Wow!” The Falcon checked his watch. “You made it ten entire minutes not bringing up Y/n, apropos of nothing!”

“What if she walked straight into--” Bucky stopped himself and gritted his teeth. Sam leaned forward, pushing his own coffee mug aside.

“Into a Hydra base? Where they put you on ice, buddy?”

“Yeah.”

“She might be.” When Bucky’s gaze snapped up to Sam’s, his friend frowned. “You get that, right? She’s spec ops, Buck. That’s what she does. She might very well be infiltrating a Hydra cell, and you’re gonna have to make peace with that.”

“I know,” Bucky strained. He sipped his scalding coffee and refused to wince as it burned its way down his throat.

“You’re a worry-wart, old man.”

Bucky scrubbed over his face with his hands. There was no denying it, not to Sam. “Dreamed last night that the quinjet went down over Moscow.”

“Your girl is not gonna get shot outta the sky.”

“Not my girl, Sam.”

“Oh, my mistake. You’re having nightmares and staring off longingly into the distance because you were really hoping to borrow a Louis Armstrong vinyl to play on that cherry red record player she bought you for your birthday, and if her plane goes down over Russia, you won’t be able to ask. Right? And you’re worried about her going into a Hydra base because it just gets real cold in Siberia, yeah? But not because you care about her more than any being, alive or dead. Just some good ole’ fashioned Bucky Barnes concern.”

“You don’t gotta act like it’s so crazy, Sam!”

“The night before she left, I wandered into the floor five kitchen to make myself a nice dinner, because I deserve it, and what did I see, Mister Barnes? Oh--right. You, sitting sans shirt, between her knees, as she very meticulously massaged the shit outta your fucked-up neck. Man--you are off base by about a hundred degrees. Do you know what that means?”

“Enlighten me--”

“You’re. OBTUSE.” Sam grabbed the cup of coffee in front of Bucky, and drank very deeply, never breaking eye contact over the rim--daring his friend to deny what just seemed so freaking obvious. The mug clattered against the table again, empty.

Bucky’s head fell back against the padded booth. He stared up at the ceiling. Thinking about you like that made his whole chest wanna cave in. A memory flashed of the night before you left on your assignment--your cheek pressed to his, hugging him from behind… your lilac soap infiltrating his sinuses, while you admitted very softly…

“Don’t know what I’m gonna do without ya, Buck.”

“You’ll be a lot more productive,” he had laughed, trying to quell his own panic about what missing you would feel like. It had been bad enough when you took a sniper’s bullet to the arm in Prague--he had nearly burst a blood vessel once you reported in, and practically bit off his tongue trying to hold back his relief when you were actually able to walk off the quinjet unassisted. But that had been a three day assignment, and there was no telling how long this one was going to take. The only sure thing was that you were going to be away, and he was going to have to bear being alone.

Your cheek had gotten a little wet next to his.

“You ok, doll?”

Lips had pressed against his temple briefly, and you had merely sniffled and tried to smile. “Sure. I’m okay.” And then you had slid down next to him on the floor, and watched the rest of Les Parapluies de Cherbourg with your head on his vibranium shoulder… still sniffling.

Say nothing of the absolute agony of watching you walk up the ramp of the quinjet, look back over your shoulder at him, and say in the softest, sweetest voice he had ever heard: “Be seeing you.”

Bucky tossed the idea around in his mind.

“…okay, let’s say she… were... my girl.”

Not just ‘Doll’ in his contacts, lighting up his mornings with your grinning contact photo (which Nat had blessedly assigned to your profile for him when she got tired of listening to him talk about what he was gonna tell you when you got home), as you rang to beckon him down to the track.

Sam rolled his eyes. “Hypothetically.”

“Yeah. Just. Paint me a picture.”

“What?”

“…what does that look like?”

Sam blinked, and tried his best not to smile. “Like, how it looks when two people are committed to each other, or how it would look different from your current situationship?”

“...The second one.”

“Seems to me all that’s missing is a label,” Sam sighed. “Jesus, Buck. I’ve never seen two people who were so crazy about each other. You’re her moon. I’m just...” He trailed off and shrugged.

“What?”

Sam sat forward and folded his hands on the table. “Okay, let’s say Y/n isn’t your girl already, for the sake of arguing.”

Bucky mimicked his posture and shrugged. “She’s a nice person, Sam. Maybe she’s just being polite.”

“I’m sorry. Are we both talking about Y/n? She suffers no fools. On second thought--I am also mystified about why she spends any time with you.”

Bucky couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corner of his mouth, but he bit it back. “Three weeks is a long time, she… she hasn’t checked in, and--”

“She rewired your bike. She won't shadowbox with anybody but you. She calls you from three floors away to see if you’re ready for dinner, even though you’ve been cooking with her every single night for two months,” Sam said, exasperated. “I could set my watch by y’all on a normal day. But, she’s on assignment! You know how dire it is to stay covert until it’s absolutely clear.”

“I guess.” Bucky’s cheeks were flushed.

“When are you going to accept that she’s not hanging around you because you’re some kind of pet project? Is that what’s going on here? You’re afraid she’s not really into men over the age of one-hundred, so she knocks on your door with a pint of ice cream at two am out of pity?” Sam discreetly glanced down at his phone and swiped upwards.

Bucky was hypnotized by the depths of his empty mug. He couldn’t really answer that. Somewhere, really deep down… past the self-loathing and seven decades of not so much as looking at a girl, let alone centering his life around one like he did You… he knew Sam was right, but.

What if?

***

Your phone sat in the bottom of your backpack for most of your mission, turned off; having any traceable electronics powered up while undercover was a recipe to get made, but three weeks into your mission to Siberia, you no longer had to worry about being targeted. The principle was intercepted, and all you had left to do before going home was meet Agent Coulson in the hotel lobby in the morning. It meant that you might actually get some shut-eye, in a hotel that was far too expensive for the likes of a SHIELD agent (but lucky for you, your cover identity had been an heiress to a hotel fortune, and Nick Fury liked to spend the government’s money, so your room had gold crown molding and a bathtub big enough to bathe a horse).

Except that, once you powered your phone up, there wasn’t a single text from Bucky.

Messages filtered in over the next few minutes, most of them from Sam Wilson. A few from Steve (“Hello, Y/n. Best wishes for your assignment, hope all goes smoothly. Steve.”) and others--even one from your mom--but no Bucky.

Scanning the time-stamped messages before you, Sam had been sending you weekly (sometimes daily) updates about Bucky: whether or not he had eaten, what movie Bucky had “forced” him to watch and then immediately talked through, how many times he got reprimanded by Steve for breaking the gym’s punching bags clear off their chains. He was fine. The boys would have seen to that. If you had any cause for alarm, Sam would’ve made that clear, or gotten you a message through the proper channels when you were unreachable via cell.

It had just been so long since you had seen Bucky, and a part of you wondered if it was a case of ‘out of sight, out of mind.’ Reaching out to him first, now that you were safe, felt… uncertain. Especially after crying on his shoulder the night before you left, and not having any correspondence from him since.

Getting his phone number months ago had required an intricate dance: convincing him it did not signify impropriety to send messages back and forth, and that he really ought to share his number with you, inciting a bit of jealousy by showing that you already had Sam and Tony’s numbers saved in your contacts--what ended up convincing him was a mixture of pleading eyes and an appeal to his hypervigilance: “I would like to be able to reach you, Bucky--what if it’s an emergency, and I don’t have my comm, or it’s down, or I’m stranded? Then I’ll be able to call you right away, and you can send help. It’s a failsafe.” He had acquiesced, after giving you a stern lecture about losing your comm in that completely made up scenario, and how you were to call him at any time of day if you were in “real danger.”

You called him regularly, when you were home. You’d text him something in the dead of night you didn’t want to forget to tell him in the morning, and he’d bring it up the next morning on your run. He was the emergency contact in your phone book: ICE Sgt. James ‘Bucky’ Barnes.

Staring at your inbox, you were struck by a thought that touched a nerve: Bucky never really reached out to you. Not via phone. You had thread after thread of texts with Sam, Steve--a group message with the two of them and Natasha, directly related to mission-motivated Bucky-sitting, aka. Agent-257-is-on-assignment-everybody-distract-the-Winter-Soldier. Even Diane in Medical occasionally sent you texts about men she thought were cuter than Bucky Barnes (her current fixation was Brock Rumlow, a heady reminder that she had garbage taste--and also that you shouldn’t go drinking with other SHIELD agents or you WILL end up exchanging phone numbers with the wrong coworkers trying to plan a ‘girls day.’).

The only messages in your thread with Bucky were yours, texting him “hey, it’s Y/n!” when he first gave you his number, and then dozens of little anecdotes. He always brought them up in person, but. Never did you receive anything back.

You had failed to mention to him that you’d quite like it if he just… sent a little text here and there, especially when you were away for extended periods of time. Maybe that was where you went wrong. You didn’t ask him to, so how would he know that’s what you wanted?

Still… you sighed and thumbed back through Sam’s updates. There was no mention of concern for you, there, just recognition of your own worries about Bucky. Sam had definitely taken you seriously when you requested a steady stream of information, and you were really grateful for that. You could see why Bucky got along so well with him, even if they bickered almost constantly. You typed out a quick message to ‘Sam Eagle.’

"Hey, Wilson. Back on the grid, checking in."

Not two minutes later, the Falcon replied. You did the math… counting back from local time, it would be still fairly early in the morning in DC. Not so early for Avengers, but still. You opened his message, eagerly awaiting whatever update he deigned to type.

Instead, you received a photo.

Of Bucky Barnes, staring into a massive cup--your coffee cup, the one that said Vermont is for Lovers in red cursive, with a chip out of the handle from the first time Bucky accidentally snuck up on you before you were properly caffeinated. The kitchen staff wouldn’t have been happy about him bringing a personal mug into the caf, especially one so big as to drain the self-serve carafe. You chuckled.

Ugh. There he was. Your heart was in your throat to see him--how his hair had grown out a little, almost long enough for him to tuck it behind his ears again.

You zoomed in on his face, but you couldn’t really see his expression. His eyes were a little droopy, definitely underlined in black circles. That was consistent with Sam’s assertion that he wasn’t sleeping much. Beside his mug, his phone lay face up but the screen was black. He had a dark grey T-shirt on—Steve had probably gone on a run with him, and that’s what he usually wore. The photo had clearly been taken surreptitiously over the edge of the table.

The photograph was followed by a text, next to an icon of Sam the Eagle from the Muppets:

SAM: First of all. Good! Happy/very relieved to hear it.

SAM: Secondly:

SAM: This is one sad man. If he finds out you texted me first...

You blushed furiously.

"What did you do to him??"

SAM: Ma’am.

SAM: How dare you.

SAM: I am doing my best!

"You cheer that old man up right this second!"

SAM: Won’t work.

SAM: You'll have to kiss it better.

"Baby steps. Tell him to text me?"

Maybe Sam could make it happen with some gentle friend pushing. You snorted. Sure. ‘Gentle’ pushing. Sam’s strong suit.

SAM: What do you mean ‘baby steps?’

SAM: …

SAM: Y/n. Be honest.

SAM: Have you not kissed him yet? This looks like a man who hasn’t been kissed in 70 years.

"SAM."

SAM: I’m entitled to know as his babysitter.

SAM: and primary best friend.

SAM: please?

SAM: please?

"You and I both know that he operates on a different timeline."

SAM: I knew it. I really should slap him upside the head.

"Don’t bully him about this, Samuel. I don’t want you to scare him off!"

SAM: Oh you don't huh? Mmkay.

SAM: You have a crush on him, that's embarrassing.

"I swear to god."

SAM: You went away, this is your fault. I think he’s gonna crawl inside that coffee cup.

SAM: Do you want this sad sad man to suffer any longer?

SAM: Also literally the only thing you had to do to earn this devotion was jailbreak his ankle monitor and play his music.

SAM: I could've done that.

"Yeah but you didn’t."

SAM: Please put me out of my misery.

You laughed, and the sound filled the corners of your far-from-quaint hotel room.

"Wanna see a magic trick?"

SAM: ...Can you teleport, orrrrr?

"Deploying emergency protocols."

You squished down against the wall of pillows behind you, and raised your phone. You snapped a photo of yourself with your sweatshirt pulled up, super cozy, warm light from the bedside making your eyes glow a little. It wasn't actually your sweatshirt. It was Bucky’s, which you stole from him, and which he would immediately recognize.

You typed off a quick message to accompany the image:

"Out of danger. Hope you’re doing okay. Missing you. Home tomorrow. :)"

Minutes passed, but your phone lit up again.

SAM: Oh my god.

"What?"

Another photo came through. This time, Bucky was sitting back against the booth with both hands covering his face.

"What’s he doing?"

SAM: ...My man’s crying.

"SAM!!"

SAM: Wait--smiling? Laughing. Dude looks crazy, I am not sending you another photo of him, you will run the other direction.

SAM: Now his forehead is on the table.

SAM: I think he’s talking?

SAM: Definitely hearing your name, and a string of cuss words not heard since Truman was president.

SAM: You broke him.

"Do you think he’ll answer if I call him right now? Did he tell you I texted him? Sam???"

SAM: People are staring at us.

"I’m gonna call him."

SAM: I don’t know what he’s gonna do if you do.

"Leave him alone!!"

SAM: Oh, trust me, this is the most entertainment I’ve had in my life. Call away.

Your hands were shaking, but you quickly pulled up his profile in your contacts (with the grainy photo of him offering you his arm) and made the split second decision to make it a video call. You had only used that function once on Bucky, and only when you were cooped up in bed, too sick to come out of your room to watch a movie with him. He had stayed on the line with you the whole film, giving you a prime view of his every expression taking in the beauty of Amelie for the first time.

The call rang and rang, twisting your stomach into knots the size of baseballs.

Finally, it was picked up--

“Sam?” You chuckled when the gleeful face of Sam Wilson popped up on your screen. “I wasn’t expecting you.”

He winked, and then his gaze darted off camera. He winced, shook his head at you pointedly. “Hi. Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“Okay, dad. Why are you answering Bucky’s phone? If I wanted to ruin my sleep schedule in order to talk to you, I would’ve called you.”

“That is the rudest thing I’ve heard in my whole entire life!” Sam gave you a demonstrative thumb’s up, and gestured for you to continue, pointing off screen as if whatever you were saying was working.

“Truth hurts.” You cleared your throat, willing the bravery to stick with you. “Please, Wilson… I’ve been gone for three weeks, and all I want is to see ole’ Blue Eyes. I’m homesick, sleep deprived, and the longer you hold me hostage, the more likely I am to kick your ass the moment I touch down tomorrow.”

“Mmm, I dunno, Agent. I don’t think he even remembers you.”

Your eyes widened, and you stared Sam down with a what the fuck is wrong with you glare. “If you make a mind control joke right now, I’m going to murder you.”

“And I will let her--” The phone was ripped out of Sam’s hands, while he made feeble protests out of view. The camera wobbled towards the ceiling, words were exchanged in annoyed and hushed tones which you pretended not to understand as can you be cool for once in your life? And I’m not the one hyperventilating--and then there HE was.

In the palm of your hands, inches from your face and yet thousands of miles away, Bucky Barnes grimaced at you. Emotion which you knew was there, but hadn’t felt like a threat when speaking to Sam, made itself known. Your eyes immediately welled, and in turn… Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Hey, hey… it’s okay,” he said softly. “I’m here.”

“Hi,” you whispered. You tried to smile at him, but god. Missing him didn’t even begin to cover it. There was a sprinkle of annoyance at him in it. Remembering he had just apparently had a miniscule breakdown made you stifle as much of your own sadness as you could. You didn’t call him to cry at him, after all.

“Hi, doll. Boy…” Bucky let slip a shuddering breath and shook his head. “It’s been that long, huh?”

“You okay?”

You clocked the bloodshot eyes, the stubble he had let get long enough that it just had to be itching him like crazy… He glanced off camera. Sam must’ve still been there because Bucky made a series of expressions and hand gestures (one of them very ungentlemanly, which he caught himself making in frame, and gave you an apologetic sigh). The phone lurched for a second, Bucky’s eyes tracked from right to left, and then he propped his phone up so he could be hands-free. You imagined that your tripod was the Vermont is for Lovers mug.

“Been better,” he finally admitted, folding his arms. “You?”

You winced. “If you call a hairline fracture on my ankle ‘okay’...” The cast had been all but forgotten in the excitement, but… better he knows now than when you walked off the plane on crutches. Wouldn’t want a repeat of the sniper incident. Bruce Banner would kill you personally if you gave Bucky any reason to panic.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “Tell me.”

“Suffice to say stilettos don’t mix with marble staircases.”

You had successfully taken out your target, extracted the body and made the handoff unseen, despite being at a charity gala, and... then slipped going up the staircase without a drop of liquor to blame. Coulson had made the most annoyed and yet oddly pleasant chuckle over your cast in the hospital, charmed all the nurses while doting on his silly дочь, and spent ten minutes of the drive back to the hotel reminding you why it was “so important that agents don’t get injured on the job if they can help it, because winding up in the ER in any country could expose a cover in an instant--”

“You’re gonna need to stay off it for a few weeks,” Bucky said, as if he was already planning out how your daily routines would need to change. Of course he was--this was Bucky, the man who had redressed your stitches twice a day, every day, until the bullet hole in your shoulder was just a faint scar shaped like a heart, if you turned it on its side.

You couldn’t help but smile. “I’m gonna be so bored!”

“Don’t worry about that,” he said quickly, “it will pass by so fast. What’s a few weeks, huh?” But the sentiment hit you both right between the eyes, and he stared at you through the phone. Sure. What was a few weeks?

“Miserable,” you murmured.

He nodded faintly. “Me too.”

“You, uh… you too busy to text a girl?” Your throat was dry, and the panic was real, but you kept your voice soft. Teasing even. Bucky’s face flushed like mad.

“I--I, well. No. Not too busy,” he said, suddenly very occupied with studying the palm of his metal hand. “I just… I wanted to. Thought about it a lot, considering I knew I couldn’t just call ya. The thing is… I don’t, um. Jesus, doll, my phone is complicated. It does way too many things. It’s all Greek to me, and uh, I gotta admit that I don’t actually know how to text--”

“You don’t?” Sam exclaimed off-camera. Bucky glared at him.

“Buck--you need a lesson?”

He looked back at you and nodded once. You couldn’t help but smile at him--not like you were laughing at him, but like there just wasn’t anything sweeter than finding out that he didn’t text you because he didn’t know how.

“I’ll show you tomorrow.” You promised.

Bucky scratched his head, but he smiled that one-sided tight-lipped smile that he only ever showed You.

“Sure, doll. Say--what’s this about you not sleeping?”

You slid further down the pillows and lay on your side, so it was like you were side-by-side. “I was worrying.”

“About?” He rested his cheek on his palm. He was so unassumingly adorable, and very likely still sitting across the table from Sam, in a public cafeteria--and he didn’t care.

“You,” you breathe.

“I’m fine,” he protested, but he frowned. “You should try to get some rest, especially if… you’re coming back tomorrow.”

“Coming home,” you corrected him. “Meet me at the hangar, Buck?”

“I’d like to see anybody in this god-forsaken place try to stop me from being there. Including your sorry ass, Wilson--I see you.” He didn’t even look up at Sam, he just winked at you.

You couldn’t help yourself. Your hand went up to cover your face in joy--not embarrassment.

“Tell her I will also be there--”

“Sam says he’s sorry, but he’s gonna be really busy tomorrow,” Bucky said.

“Watch yourself, Barnes, or I’ll have the whole compound in that hangar, throwing her a parade--”

“Good. She’s earned it.”

He rolled his eyes, and shared a small chuckle with you, as if to say can you believe this guy is my best friend? But you could, because Sam Wilson really did keep Bucky safe and whole for you. Yes, he looked exhausted and worried, but he didn’t look disheveled. He was eating, bathing, and clearly getting exercise. His blue eyes were still fierce and determined.

He tilted his head. “Lookin’ sleepy. Want me to stay on until you fall asleep?”

You yawned, and nodded. What an impact he had to straighten out your mood… the tension released from your spine, your heart rate calmed.

“Nice sweatshirt, by the way.” His eyes twinkled.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Bucky laughed. “I know where you live.”

Your eyelids were so heavy, but… god, you had to say it. “If I fall asleep, just… I missed you so much.”

“Still current, for me, especially after getting to see your face. It doesn’t feel fair that I gotta wait, now. But you know me. I’ll be following your beacon all the way home.”

You fell asleep sometime soon after that, to the sound of Bucky faintly humming something old and gentle and familiar.

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You woke up in the morning to a notification from Sam Eagle.

No text accompanied it, but there was a photograph of Bucky with his arms crossed at the wrists, flat on the table top, chin resting on his knuckles. He was looking at his phone, which was propped up on a mug that read Vermont is for Lovers in red cursive.

Smiling.

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spell [3]. | corpse husband

part one ; part two

-> Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem!Reader

-> Genre: Fluff

-> Warnings: Anxiety, Self Doubt, Cursing, Hate Comments

-> A/N: here’s the long awaited part three! it’s definitely longer than the last chapters, but genuinely thank you all for 300 followers in literally 4 days lol. also, i wrote this under the small assumption that corpse’s main love language is physical touch!

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You didn’t realize that it was possible to shake so much. You were practically panicking- just from standing in front of an apartment door, ready to knock and meet the man who changed your life.

You’d woken up this morning bright and early. The Facetime call was still on with Corpse and small snores could be heard from his line. You had prayed that he’d gotten at least more than an hour, but doubted it as you hung up and sent a message about when you’d be leaving.

Corpse soon messaged back saying that he was awake as you finally finished packing- you’d stopped last night when he called- so you got in your car and drove the two hours it took to get to San Diego.

So now you stood in front of his apartment, practically trembling. Why you were so anxious, you didn’t know. You’d been talking to him for how long now? And it was never awkward.

But things could easily change when you met him in real life, couldn’t they?

You shook those thoughts out of your head and mustered up enough courage to knock on Corpse’s door, already becoming out of breath from such a simple gesture.

A crash sounded from in the apartment, followed by a small ‘fuck’ that made your heart flip. Soon after, the door opened and you looked up, finally coming eye to eye with him. You couldn’t help the grin that stretched across your face, mirroring his own as he smiled at you as well.

“Hi.” You internally smacked yourself for not saying more, but that’s truly all that could come out of your mouth at the moment.

“Hey. You’re uh- you’re so much prettier in real life.” Corpse responded, looking nearly everywhere but you.

You flushed. “And you’re super attractive, but I already suspected that.”

You could tell he was taken aback by your compliment because he suddenly became even more shy, silently moving out of the doorway and gesturing for you to enter.

“I’m going to film again with everyone in a few minutes, but first I can show you my bedroom so you can make yourself comfortable.” Corpse said after he closed the door. “You can sleep in there and I’ll stay on the couch-“

“Absolutely not.” You interjected, “I’m not kicking you out of your bed.”

“But you’re the guest and I’m not about to let you sleep on my couch.”

“And you’re the owner of this apartment and I’m not going to take over your space like that. I’m sleeping on the couch.”

Corpse groaned and reached his arm out towards you. You thought he was going to just shove your shoulder away for being stubborn, but instead he wrapped his arm completely around your shoulders, pulling you into his side as a hug. You grinned and turned, giving him a full hug and resting your cheek against his chest as his chin laid on your head.

“I’m for real glad you came to visit.” He murmured into your hair, squeezing you a bit tighter before letting go. “Do you wanna stream with me tonight or just chill and watch?”

꧁꧂

“Corpse is streaming Among Us again with Sean, Felix, Rae, Sykkuno, Dave, and Leslie!”

“Where’s Y/N? I miss #CorpseY/N !!”

Twitter was truly your go-to platform when you were bored. You’d been scrolling on it for about thirty minutes now, laying on a small couch that Corpse had in his gaming room.

The man himself was sitting across the room at his desk, talking loudly as he defended himself from being accused as Imposter.

You continued to scroll, feeling a little anxious that somehow Corpse just magically knew that you were looking through your ship tag with him. These were your only worried thoughts until you went past your first… unsavory comment of the day.

“Y/N isn’t playing with them again today. Maybe she finally got the hint that they don’t want her around.”

You rolled your eyes and ignored it, but couldn’t help the rather loud sigh that escaped your lips.

“Hey, guys, I’m going to mute the mic for a second. Everything’s good, don’t worry.” Corpse said into his mic before turning around and facing you. “Is everything okay?”

Turning the phone off and laying it on your chest, you contemplated telling Corpse the truth. He’d just worry about you and you didn’t want that. But he already was worried about you- he’d muted Among Us just to check on you.

“Why are people so mean to others?”

Corpse studied you for a minute before patting his lap. “Come here.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“You're excused. Now come here.”

You stood up and cautiously walked towards the man, who sat before you expectantly. He playfully rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist, pulling you into his lap sideways. Your back rested against one arm of his gaming chair while your legs draped across the other.

Corpse had one arm reaching around your back, placing his fingers on the keyboard while the other rested on top of your knees, grabbing the computer mouse. You laid your head on Corpse’s shoulder, resting in the crook of his neck.

“It’s in that shipping hashtag, isn’t it? I swear- whoever says that shit about you is dead wrong. Tell me if it gets worse, I’ll put them back in their fucking place. Nobody gets to decide who I’m with or who’s worthy of me.”

You only nodded and closed your eyes, breathing in Corpse’s cologne as he unmuted his mic once more to defend his honor, much like he was ready to defend you.

꧁꧂

Your body ached.

As you had argued your first day with Corpse, you’d been sleeping on his couch for four days now. The first night was okay- his couch was rather comfortable, but it didn’t compare to a bed. Now, your back, shoulders, and neck were killing you.

Every day, 7am would roll around and you would wake up, the soreness preventing you from sleeping in longer.

Usually, you would go into Corpse’s room and talk to him as he messed around on his laptop while sitting in his bed, but today when you entered, he was finally sleeping. It was the first time you’d seen him rest since you’d arrived and you quietly left, not wanting to disturb his much-needed sleep.

You made your way to his small kitchen, pulling out the few groceries that he had in his refrigerator to make breakfast.

Corpse often ate fast foods and takeout, and apologized earlier in the week for not having much to eat. You reassured him that it was okay- that him just letting you visit was enough- and now, you were determined to make it up to him with the best breakfast in bed ever.

You were halfway through making breakfast when the soft thump of feet echoed in the doorway before a chin planted itself on your shoulder.

“Whatcha cookin?” You practically shuddered at Corpse’s morning voice before suddenly gasping and shoving him out of the kitchen.

“No! No!” You pushed him back to his room, “Stay! Go back to bed, now!”

Right as you turned to go back to the kitchen, Corpse caught your wrist and pulled you down onto the bed with him. You practically squealed as you fell, making him laugh.

“Why? What’s going on?” He turned to face you with a teasing smile.

“I was making you breakfast in bed! I was gonna surprise you when you woke up, but you ruined it.” You pouted.

“Aw, poor baby.” His hand reached up and brushed a stray hair out of your face before he traced down your jawline, reaching your chin and using his finger to tilt it up. “I think I’ve got a better surprise, though.”

You quirked an eyebrow, but before you could say anything his lips were on yours. Your heart stopped, but you almost immediately melted into his kiss, bringing your own hand up to cup his cheek while his moved to rest on your waist.

Corpse soon propped himself up on his elbow, never once leaving your lips- just deepening the kiss. He smiled and gave you a few more pecks before finally pulling away and looking at you in adoration.

“Those little hate comments? They’re wrong. If anything, I don’t deserve you. You’ve still got me under a little spell and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Corpse, you deserve the world and I’d be honored to be the one to give it to you.”

“God, you’re perfect for me.”

You couldn’t say anything else. You could only lay beneath him, admiring the man who was now yours. Corpse leaned down again to capture you in another kiss, but you suddenly jerked away before you could lose yourself again.

“Shit, the pancakes!”

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A flight away

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—summary: You have been gaming with corpse for a few months now and the both of you have grown close to each other. Corpse started to feel comfortable around you and ultimately asked you to come see him in California. You live on the other side of the country and Even though the trip was long, it was so worth it.

—Genre: fluff

—warning: nothing, just wholesome content, reader is short in this

—word count: 1.5k

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You and corpse have been friends for a couple of months now. You met through rae who was desprate to put you in her friends group. Instantly you clicked with corpse; he was kind and welcoming to you making you feel like you've been in the group since the beginning.

After your first game, corpse asked you to join some of his games, vice versa. You both played together, laughed together, joked together, even playfully trashed talked each other. You loved being around him and you couldn't deny the feelings you were feeling for him.

Secretly corpse felt the same way about you. With the time you spent together, he developed feelings for you, at first he thought he was just dreaming, but no, he started to notice it wasn't, it was an actual feeling.

One night corpse got an idea to ask you to come visit him. He know you lived all the way on the other side of the country, and he know you both called and facetimed often but he was dying to see you in real life.

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When corpse finished his stream, he leaned back in his chair as he picked up his phone. He opened your contact. He hesitated at first, not sure he wanted to text you, but then he decided to put his nervousness aside and do something he was scared to do for a change.

Hey, I wanted to ask you something

You, who was on the other side of the country in your home laying in bed, picked up your phone to see a text from corpse. You smiled to yourself as you saw your favorite contact.

Ok, what is it corpsie?

When corpse received your text, he chuckled softly at the nickname you had gave him.

I just wanted to ask you if we could meet? You don't have to say yes, but I'm dying to see you irl you know

You gasped quietly. He was asking to meet you, YOU! You never expected him to ask.

You took a few minutes to silently cheer before you answer his text.

Holy shit yes! I'll book Myself a flight right now. I'll text you when I'm on a plane.

Corpse chuckled. He was so fucking happy you were coming to see him.

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Hours went by and corpse was waiting for your text. He couldn't sleep of course which made the wait even harder. Around 2 am he got a text from you.

My flight is in an hour. I'll be seeing you soon! Get some sleep corpsie, I'll be there when you wake up.

It was real, you both were going to meet soon. He was was nervous and excited at the same time. He took your request and Went to sleep after a few minutes of trying.

5 hours later corpse woke up to a phone call. He groaned and picked up his phone, not bothering to look who it was. "hello?" His voice was extremely deep as he spoke. "Hi, corpse. I'm here."

When corpse noticed it was you he instantly got up from his bed. "Your here, here?

Your laugh on the other side of the phone filled corpse ears. "Yes, I'm here, here. Now come open the door, I need to see you."

Corpse laughed as he reached his front door. You heard it click before it swung open. You stood in front of corpse with a huge smile on your face. Corpse had on a hoodie that covered his head full of curls. He was tall, way taller than you making you feel like a little ant.

"oh my gosh, it's you!" You said followed by a giggle. "It's me." Corpse smiled at you. "Well come in." Corpse move, letting you in. You walked into the warm house and placed your bag on the floor. "I'm so happy I'm here."

You turned to corpse with a smile. "Thank you for proposing the idea. Now can I hug you?" You tilted your head the the side hoping he would say yes. To your surprise he did. Corpse pulled you into a hug. You were engulfed by his warmth and scent. It was very relaxing to you. After a few seconds you both pulled away.

Corpse invited you into the living room, you both took a seat on the couch and caught up. You told him about the flight and how it flew by fast. Corpse listened to you with a smirk. You definitely saw it and it made your stomach flip.

"so what have you been up to here corpsie?" You scooted closer to him and listened as he began to talk. "Well streaming, making music, suffering, you know the usual." Corpse trailed off with a soft, inaudible chuckled.

"yeah I know." You both sat in a comfortable silence once you finished your comment. You managed to scoot closer to corpse and rest your head on his shoulder. You couldn't see it, but there was a smile on his face.

Corpse turned and looked at you. You turned and looked up into his eyes, a smile rested on your face, but soon it fell when corpse kissed you.

At first you were caught off guard, but soon you warmed up to his lips and kissed him back. Corpse hand came to your side and held you as your hand came to his cheek pulling him close.

The kiss was pretty heated, you could feel the fireworks interrupt between you two. A minute of kissing ended when you both had to pull away for air.

"wow, I wasn't expecting that." You mumbled breathlessly. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me." "No it's okay." You quickly said. "I actually wanted to do that for a while."

Corpse pressed his lips into a thin line before sucking in his breath. "Yeah me too. I probably should've told you I like you before dragging you out here."

You sighed. "Well I should've told you how I liked you before you dragged me out here."

Corpse laughed. "Well I'm Happy you're here. I can't wait to spend time with you." You smiled softly at corpse. "I can't wait to spend time with you as well." You placed a kiss on his cheek before you rested your head back on his shoulder.

You weren't sure how long you were going to spend in San Diego, but you're happy you flew across the country to visit corpse, and confessed your feelings for him. It was worth it.

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This is so bad, sorry

[letsloveimagines]

Title: Crush II

Pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!youtuber!reader

Collab with: @the-winter-sxldier-posts

Requested by: Anonymous

Request:  You HAVE to write a part 2 of crush where they meet! It would be so cuteeee!

Word Count: 1667

Warnings: a little swearing but mostly fluff

Note: The images doesn’t belong to me, all the credits go to the respective creators. I only made the collage. Also, I will not make anything to make Corpse uncomfortable, if he ends saying he doesn’t like fanfiction about him, I will delete this.

Part I: Here

                                                           ♦⋅☆⋅♦ Y/N pressed her left foot on the clutch pedal, turned the car key and heard the engine roaring loudly afterwards. She added the address on the GPS, looked at herself in the mirror for a moment taking a deep breath, trying to stay calm and focused. She put the car in first gear, and started driving from her apartment complex's private parking lot to the main road.

As her small and comfortable car drove through the streets of Los Angeles, the girl kept listening to what was on the radio. Every now and then, her stomach would churned with nervousness but she would take a deep breath and smile uncertainly to herself, trying to convince herself that everything would be okay.

Fed up with the podcast she was listening to, turned her car's Bluetooth on when she had to stop at a red traffic light, she switched to her current favorite Playlist.

Distracted by the music and humming softly accompanied by Rihanna's voice, she put the first gear back on, moving the car forward when the traffic light turned green, quickly shifting to the second and then putting on the third.

Her mind was racing, however.

Life had gone well since that specific day... since Y/N and Corpse confessed their feelings to each other. Their mutual friends that they played with knew the truth and were extremely happy for them, which was wonderful and soothing. Outside of them, no one else knew what had happened.

Corpse and Y/N talked every day, stayed on the phone every night until one of them fell asleep unfortunately, the girl always fell asleep first, and saw each other through FaceTime whenever they could.

In other words, the two could say that they were basically dating already... Even though there was never a real question. But perhaps that was about to change, for the day had finally come when they would meet physically.

A sound of receiving a phone call invaded the car and interrupted her thoughts. With a smile on her lips already knowing who was, Y/N clicked on the answer button and waited while entering a roundabout.

"Hey." That characteristic deep voice was heard.

"Hey you." She replied while looking briefly at his name written on the car screen.

"Are you on your way yet?"

"Yes, I just left the house. I'll be there In about two hours, depending on the traffic today."

Corpse cleared his throat and Y/N almost visualized him playing with his rings, and messing with his dark curly hair. "Are you sure you haven't forgotten anything?"

"Well, I hope not. I’ve had my bags packed for two days, but I think I have everything that is necessary with me. If not, there is no problem really." She replied.

"This is going to... This is really going to happen isn't it?" She could hear the smile in the man's voice.

"Yes, Corpse, it is. We will finally meet in person."

"I can't wait to see you." He whispered.

Y/N felt her cheeks warm for a moment, and she knew that if she looked in the mirror she would see a dark pink tone on her skin. She bit her lower lip in an attempt to stop the huge smile. "I can't wait to give you a big hug and tell you everything face to face."

Corpse laughed deeply, his tone was warm and full of emotion. "I know... I am anxious, and I am not going to lie about it. I'm super nervous. My hands are shaking so much that I don't even know how I haven't dropped my phone yet."

"Oh, Corpse..." Y/N whispered with a heavy heart, but was attentive to the road at the intersection where she was. "There is no reason to be nervous, it's just me. It’s just us."

"I know..." He sighed softly. After a few minutes without speaking, enjoying the comfortable silence between the two and listening to the sound of the Y/N’s car motor, he continued. "Well..." Corpse cleared his throat. "I will let you concentrate on your driving. Be careful and pay attention to the road."

"I will, I’ll see you later."

"Bye."

"Bye, Corpse."

The call ended but the anxiety and nervousness did not. However, only the sound of his voice and the small conversation they had was able to make Y/N smile all the way to San Diego.

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Y/N pressed the turn signal, the green arrow flashing to the right, and parked the car in an empty parking space in front of the building. The woman's neutral and almost robotic voice came from the GPS saying: You have reached your destination. Shaking in her place, the girl put on the brake and turned off the car, taking a deep breath trying to calm herself once more.

It was now or never... Should she send him a message to let him know she was already there? Should she just knock on the door? Her hands were shaking so much, and her heart was beating so hard and so fast that it almost hurt.

She sat in the driver's seat for a few more minutes, so nervous she might pass out. It is better to just go there, she thought, the longer it takes the more nervous I will become.

She took a deep breath, unbuckled her seat belt, removed the keys from the ignition and quickly got out of the car, closing the door behind her, and going to the trunk to remove the pink suitcase. When it was on the floor next to her, she closed the trunk and locked the car safely, looking at the intimidating building in front of her.

Without further ado she approached it, opened the entrance door, climbed the stairs with some difficulty to his floor, and trembling, she shyly knocked on the door with her knuckles.

That door was opened so fast that it even scared her.

They were both looking at each other almost stunned... Finally they were there, in person, just a meter away and with a spine of the door separating them. Corpse was even more beautiful in person, and Y/N found herself lost in his dark eyes for a while.

"Hi..." She said sheepishly.

Corpse looked at her examining her from head to toe as if he couldn't believe she was real. Finally he smiled so beautifully that she almost forgot to breathe. "Hi." He replied.

Y/N dragged the suitcase a little closer to her, uncertain how to proceed. She didn't have time to think, however, as Corpse seemed to get tired of the waiting and shyness between them, crossed the space between the two and took her in his arms. His body was warm against hers, extremely hot, and his embrace was loving and passionate. Y/N inhaled his attractive scent - a mixture of soap, men's perfume and something else - and Corpse laughed through her hair.

"You’re here!" He exclaimed loudly, laughing deeply, spinning in circles with her still in his arms laughing out loud like he was.

When the two were inside the apartment, Corpse released her and pulled her suitcase inside as well, closing the door to prevent any curious neighbor from trying to see what was going on.

The two of them stayed there with smiles so big on their faces that their cheeks hurt… But it was definitely a good pain.

"I don't even know what to say..." Y / N confessed, practically shaking with excitement in her place.

Corpse smiled again, taking her hand timidly and gently, caressing her skin and interlacing their fingers and pulling her closer to him. "Me neither."

They were silent just enjoying the moment, and enjoying the fact that they were there, together... that it was real. How many times had they imagined this? How many times had they dreamed of that moment?

Corpse lowered his head slightly looking into her eyes intently, but his brows furrowed as if something troubling was going through his mind. "I…"

"What is it?" Y/N questioned worriedly.

Corpse made a shy expression. “Can I… Can I kiss you?”

Y/N's cheeks caught fire but her smile was so big, and she was so happy that she felt like she was going to explode at any moment. "Yes! Yes, of course you can…"

The young man approached, with his hand on Y/N's waist to pull her closer and the other one climbing up her arm, her shoulder, then her neck and resting on her burning cheek, where he was caressing the hot skin. Their fresh, labored and nervous breaths mingled, closing the distance until their lips touched, finally in what felt like an explosion of fireworks or an explosion of magic. Corpse's lips were soft and warm against hers, kissing her tenderly, as he brought their bodies together even more almost as if he was afraid that she would disappear at any moment.

The kiss was a mixture of lips and tongues, longing, passion and mostly love. It ended faster than they would have liked, but they stayed in each other's arms, sharing passionate smiles.

After a moment, Corpse whispered, "I still think this is a dream, and that I'm going to wake up after the normal three fucking hours that I can barely sleep."

Y/N laughed with her heart leaping and butterflies in her belly, playing with the laces of the black sweatshirt he had worn that day, wrapping it around her fingers and looking him in the dark eyes. "Me too, I've pinched myself hundreds of times today just to make sure this was real. But if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up anymore."

"I will punch the face of anyone who tries to wake me up." Corpse joked making Y/N let out the laugh he liked so much to hear.

"I love you." She whispered dizzy with emotion.

"That’s good, because I love you too."

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[ughdontbeboring]

Payback

Ez Reyes x Reader (WoC)

Sidenote: the reader is Brazilian by nationality but is a WoC. Reader being Brazilian fits the storyline and is necessary in the 3rd chapter, for the way I wanted the story to play out. Anything needs to be fixed with my Portuguese please let me know!

Warnings: cussing, no smut but sexual touching

no permission for my works to be used anywhere else!

if you like it/love it comment and reblog please and thank you lovelies ☺️🥰

Y/N and Imani laughed as Shanice told her both about her latest one night stand fail as she helped put the last champagne glasses on the kitchen island. Y/N patted the tears that fell carefully as to not fuck up her fresh beat.

“Shanice there is no fucking way!” Y/N said as she caught her breathe.

“Sis, thee worst night of my life!” She said rolling her eyes. Imani shook her head as she finished putting the stack of pretty square plates out.

“I would have told that fool to get the fuck out ASAP no Rocky! You too nice Shanice”.

Shanice was about to respond when the door bell rang through the house. Y/N sighed, she forgot to tell the girls in the group chat to knock as her boyfriend was still here and currently sleeping. Y/N was pissed at him like extremely pissed, he missed her best friends wedding dinner rehearsal yesterday in Vegas. Club business, listen if anyone got it Y/N did but felt since he was a patch now and had been for at lest 6 months he should’ve had just a little bit more pull with getting away to handle his personal stuff. But then Y/N found out he actually forgot or rather it slipped his mind about the dinner in the first place. Only found out because she threatened to call bishop and tell him to let her boyfriend on the first plane leaving the neighboring town of Santo Padre and he freaked, admitting it was his fault.

Last night was important to Y/N, it was the night he was going to meet her closest friends and some family, even though he already knew Shanice. She’s actually the one who introduced them both since she was friends with benefits with his older brother. Y/N sat alone in the expensive private room at the restaurant yesterday while everyone was coupled up with their significant others. The man she had been bragging about, a no show and almost a no call. Y/N and two girls were on the private jet for the 2 hr ride to Santo Padre by 6 in the morning.

Y/N opened the door for her good friend Rebecca, smiling as they both embraced each other. She oped to drive from San Diego instead of flying. Y/N pulled her in as she hugged the other two women who had arrived earlier with you to help set up last minute stuff.

“Girl this is so nice inside!” She said looking around. “I’m not going to lie I was a little worried when I pulled up, outside didn’t really seem like your taste” she said causing all the ladies to laugh. Y/N playfully rolled her eyes at her.

“You know I wanted to fly low, didn’t want the outside too flashy and drawing attention, have you seen the rest of Santo Padre?” She said again causing all the women to laugh and agree, none of you were from Santo Padre. Though she loved the small laid back town it took some getting used to for a girl who grew up jet setting between between Brasil , NYC and the rest of the world but Ez made it worth it. Y/N heard her phone buzzing on the counter.

“That was smart though, keep the outside simple not drawing attention and ball out inside”. Rebecca put her bag down on the counter with the rest of the purses. Imani picked up the phone before Y/N could get to it.

“Ohhhh is this the actual Mr Dreamy calling? Damn Sis I forgot how fineeee he is” she said before sliding her finger over the photo of the two love birds to answer the incoming call, placing it on speaker.

“Hello Mr. Dreamy” she said into the phone teasingly. Y/N shook her head at her best friends antics. Y/N could hear the sheets rustling around, he was probably trying to get a better look at the screen caught off guard by the strange voice.

“Wait FaceTime him, let me see him!” Rebecca whispered yelled before he could answer. Causing him to let a deep chuckle vibrate through the speaker before his deep voice spoke.

“Hey ladies, is Y/N around?” He asked.

“Yes she is......BUT I’m sure she still mad about last night E” Shanice answered. Just like that Mr. Dreamy was out the window and her girls started to get on him, just busting his chops about leaving her hanging like that, saying she looked to damn fine to be alone. Y/N laughed, as mad as she as at him she decided to save him. She told him she’d be back to the room in a few minutes before hanging up.

....

Y/N opened the door to her bedroom, to see her boyfriend Ezekiel still naked in the same spot she found him this morning when she arrived from Vegas, thin sheet hardly concealing his lower half and his semi hard dick. Y/N bit her lip as she tried to stay strong. I’m mad at him, she kept telling herself over and over.

“What time do you plan on leaving? The rest of the ladies will be here in a few minutes” She said as she leaned against the closed door and checked her pink small faced gold Rolex.

“Ouch” he said as he grabbed his heart, faking the pain. She could have sworn she seen his dick jump at her aggressiveness. The movement making her clench her thighs slightly.

“Come’mere mama” he reached out his arms. She sighed as she walked forward, her patent leather pink red bottoms clicking the whole way.

“E, I don’t have time for this, the rest of the ladies will be here in a few minutes and você tem que sair (you have to leave)” She said as she stared down at his handsome face, “you said you have club stuff to do so go do that, since that seems to be most important”.

Ez groaned as his eyes raked over her for the 10th time since she came in the room and without warning he shot up and grabbed her, a shriek leaving her lips as he pulled Y/N on to his lap so she was straddling him.

“Fuuuuccck” she moaned as her thinly covered pussy came in contact with his thinly covered cock, which was getting harder by the moment. She couldn’t help the little grind she did against him as she closed her eyes for a moment.

Ez was trying to find a way to apologize about last night, he felt absolutely horrible he had forgot and even worst missed the event she had been talking about since you meet him about 10 months ago. Everyone knew Ez didn’t forget things and that’s what sent her off the rails last night. It was a mistake for him to even entertain what he did last night for more reasons then one, Ez felt his stomach drop when she mentioned calling Bishop. He was sure if she actually did she would have changed the locks on him.

He would have to figure out how to make it up to her thought as he watched her face, Y/N’s eyes slowly opening. Right now his dick was wining and all he could think about was how he was starting to feel the moisture between her thick thighs. Y/N’s pretty pink dress had rolled up to her waist, ass was too fat for it to stay down.

“I thought something happened to you Ez, I didn’t think in a million years you would forget” she said as the lust started to clear and hurt set into her deep beautiful eyes, lashes perfectly done to look long and natural.

She could see now the exhaustion on his face from the run he did.

“Querida I’m so sorry...it’s.. it’s just a lot of shit going on right now...I’m so so sorry mi amor” Ez said as his hands leaned up to cup her face, he pulled her into a soft passionate kiss. She knew they couldn’t talk about this now, she had a house full of women waiting on her to be the host, but she wanted to tease him and get back at him just a little. As they kissed she grind on his hard dick while her hands grabbed his face. After she came up for air she lifted herself up a little and moved her panties to the side so he could see her wet pussy rub against his dick, which was still covered.

His hazel eyes watched like a hawk as she went back and forth, her wetness soaking the expensive sheet. He groaned at the feeling.

“Fuck Princesa” he hissed as he watched.

“You want me...daddy?”

“Sí” he said as he tried to control his breathing, he was getting even harder knowing her friends were in the front of the house. They hadn’t had sex in almost a week with both their schedule being so busy, on top of her time in Vegas. He was so hard he thought his dick would explode if he didn’t get a release soon.

Without warning she was up and pulling her panties down, he watched waiting for her to get back to business as he pulled the sheet away letting his cock fully spring free. She bite her lip as she watched it bounce up and tap his stomach. Y/N shook her head before walking to her dresser and pulling out fresh panties as she checked her phone that had went off multiple times since she was in the room. The rest of the party would be arriving from Vegas and LA soon. The confused face she turned to see on Ez made her laugh out loud.

“Babe what are you doing?” He asked slight panic in his voice.

“Isso (that)” she said pointing to his long thick cock that was fully at attention, before she threw her panties at him “You’ll have to deal with alone until I say other wise”.

And with that she walked out the bedroom slamming the door shut. He let out a loud FUCK as he realized this was apart of his punishment.

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so I have about 3 or 4 chapters in mind for these two love birds, this is the lightest chapter and they kinda get heavier as they go, 2nd chapter is already done gonna see how this one does first!

[letarasstuff]

After a life long Quarantine

(A/N): This was requested by an anon. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing

Summary: How will Matthew's daughter, a so called covid baby, react to seeing real humans aside from her father for the first time?

Wordcount: 1.5k

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Of course there is not a perfect time to have children. You never are going to be completely prepared. There is always something you’ll worry about. Are you going to be a good parent? Is your child going to be healthy? Are you financially stable enough?

All these and more questions flew through Matthew’s head constantly. But before the baby was due to arrive, the world got a little bit more crazy. Stores had to close, masks help you not kill your neighbor and it feels like breathing air could be the reason you die within the next two weeks. In other words: Covid-19 hit and everything kind of went into saving mode.

Subjectively for Matthew having a baby in the middle of a pandemic is the worst time ever. Shortly after going into lockdown the little (Y/N) was born. He was lucky to be able to come with his back then girlfriend into the hospital, he narrowly missed the restriction.

Sadly for the small family (Y/N)’s mother didn’t feel ready to take care of her and just a few weeks after her birth she took her stuff and made a beeline for a carefree life without responsibilities.

For Matthew it was a banger and he had to get used to a completely new day to day life. Still, he is very happy to have his daughter, his sunshine, with him. And secretly he is happy about the pandemic, because the freshly baked father is able to monitor any new progress or milestone (Y/N) has made in her development. He didn’t miss her first conscious smile, laugh or her first words (“Dada” of course, she is a daddy’s girl). The only thing he is concerned about for now will be the separation anxiety when he has to leave her for Kindergarten or work. But this is something Matthew can worry about later.

To be perfectly honest the only surroundings (Y/N) has seen yet is their apartment and the park. He tries to overlap her nap time with his grocery runs, so his daughter is asleep in her stroller while he picks up the things they need. It’s the easiest and most relaxing way without being separated.

Now, nearly a year after her birth, the whole situation slowly lets up. Stores reopen, people are back in the cities and everything seems a little brighter, a little happier. Travel restrictions are banned (still with safety precautions).

Since his baby’s birth he wasn’t able to see his parents in person. Of course they skyped and facetimes as often as possible, but they have yet to meet their grandchild. That’s why Matthew decided to take a roadtrip from New York City to Las Vegas.

His plan is to drive to Texas to visit Thomas and his family and to show his own child off. He knows that the car ride (to San Antonio 27 hours plus 18 to Las Vegas) is long. Luckily Matthew has enough time to plan this road trip and the plane ride back thoroughly and count enough breaks for him and his daughter. There are many fun activities, like visiting several zoos, a waterpark and a fair for example. He wants to show (Y/N) that there are many beautiful spots in the world she has yet to see.

That’s why he gets up at 4 a.m on a Tuesday, gets her and himself ready and is in the rental car at sharp 5 a.m. He wants to get a few miles done before eating lunch in a diner or something on the way, so the father tries to avoid traffic jams, hence the early start.

Luckily (Y/N) falls back asleep as soon as the car starts and doesn’t wake up before noon. “Daddy, I hungwy”, she pouts after jamming with him to several Disney songs he downloaded on a CD. A quick look to the clock confirms that it is in fact time for lunch. “Alright Baby, let Daddy find a nice place and we get food. What do you want?” “NUGGIES!” Matthew laughs and mutters to himself: “Well, that’s not exactly a surprise.”

Soon he finds a sweet diner off the highway and parks in front of it. With a few practised movements he gets (Y/N) out of her car seat and hoisted up on his hip. “You ready to get the little monster inside your tummy fed?” Matthew asks in a silly voice. Giggling she nods her head.

For lunch time the diner is relatively empty, not many tables are occupied. He finds both of them a small booth and sits her down on his lap for the moment. Only now the father spots the amazed look on his daughter’s face. “What is it, Honey?” “Who they?” She points at the various people in the establishment.

Quickly he puts her finger down, muttering how rude it is to point at someone. “They are humans, Baby.” “Omans? Wike us? More us?” Suddenly it hits him:

(Y/N) has never seen anybody else than him. All the other people she met were over the phone. How is she supposed to understand that they are real, too, when the ones on the TV aren’t?

“Yeah, there are many more. We are going to see so many of them. What do you think?” She seems to weigh her options as a nice looking waitress comes up to their table. “Hey Sweeties, what good can I do for you two? Do you need a high chair?” Matthew smiles at her. “Yes, please. We also are ready to order.”

After her departure to get their things, (Y/N) has come to a decision. “Nice all?” Her father nods. “Yes, most of them are as nice as the lady. We are going to see a really good friend of mine and his family, they are even nicer. There are also other kids. And we are going to visit your grandparents, they are also really nice. Are you excited?” An energetic nod is enough for him to know that this was the right decision.

On the next leg of the road trip (Y/N) is too excited to be quiet. She asks her father all sorts of questions. Has he met every human being? What are those, who aren’t nice? Does he like all of them? Are he and she nice people?

Happily he answers every single one of them, being as honest as possible. Matthew hopes that his daughter still turns out to be a people person like he is, even though she wasn’t exposed to many in her first months of life.

The first few days of their trip is pretty promising. They are now at Thomas’ house and especially Agatha is smitten by the little girl. Whenever Matthew is looking for her, both of them are in her room painting each other's nails (though the older one helps her out), playing hairdresser or watching a kids show.

The last 18 hours of the trip are tackled in two days. The main reason is that the little one got hooked on meeting new people and is way too hyped up to wait any longer to see her grandparents. So Matthew cancels a few plans and makes two out of three, he himself is also excited to meet up with his parents again.

“How wong?” (Y/N) asks from the backseat for what feels like the trillionth time. She already watched all of her favorite movies on her little tv in the headrest and due to the uneven street coloring isn’t an option. Luckily the destination is in sight. “Mhh, I think we are there in five minutes.” Children her age don’t have a sense for time yet, he knows that. Still, the father feels bad lying to her.

Finally they pull into the driveway, two people already waiting outside for them. After getting her out Matthew puts (Y/N) on his hip and makes his way over to his parents. “Baby, these are your grandma and grandpa. Can you say hello to them?”

But she tries to wiggle out of his grip, making the smiles on everybody’s faces fall. The father sets her down. Clumsily (Y/N) toddles over to them, colliding with her grandfather’s leg. “Hello, I love you!” She looks up at them sweetly. Her grandma has to restrain herself from letting the tears of happiness fall down.

“Hello there, Baby. We are so happy to finally meet you!” She says to the toddler, who now is in her grandfather’s arms.

It’s in this moment that Matthew decides his daughter is in fact a people person, which he is kind of relieved about, knowing that quarantine hasn’t taken anything from her.

His father shows him to join the group hug, being finally reunited as a family after all this time.

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[hangovercurse]

A Surprise in San Antonio

You bring your daughter to see Rook on tour

Request: ‘Can I get a Rook imagine where you have a daughter (6 months) and you visit him on tour?”

Rook X Reader

A/N: Look at this pic of him holding Ashton, I’m soft

Word Count: 1125

You knew Rook hated being on the road so soon after having Jacey, but he needed to go. And as much as you wanted him to stay, you knew he needed it too. Being on tour didn’t stop him from facetiming you at every possible moment, demanding to see your daughter through the phone.

You could tell he was growing tired as the tour dragged on, missing your daughter and you. One night you stayed on the phone with him after putting Jacey to bed. His cheerful expression turned to a frown as soon as he knew you were both alone. “I love touring, babe, but I really just want to go home. I need to be there with you right now.”

A sigh left your lips that had formed a soft smile. “Rookie, we’re okay here. You need to be on tour, have fun. We’ll still be here when you get back.”

The sadness in his eyes made your heart break, “I just feel like I’m missing so much with Jacey. I don’t want to be the dad who misses everything because he’s too busy and I don’t want her to grow up and think I don’t care. I don’t want you to think I don’t care.”

In that moment you wanted nothing more than to kiss his lips and hold him. “J, I know more than anyone how much you care about her. You’re still an amazing dad, even while you’re on tour.” He smiled tiredly at you, still not fully convinced but satisfied for now. “And Jacey is 6 months old, she’s not gonna remember you being gone for a couple months.”

“I miss you,” he mumbled, a pout on his lips. “I hate that you’re alone right now.”

“I miss you too, but I’m fine. I can take care of me and Jacey for a couple months.” Your mind fluttered back to the conversation you’d had with Rook when he found out he’d be touring again. In the end, you had convinced him to go, explaining that he could use a break. He’d argued that you shouldn’t have to bear the weight of taking care of your daughter alone, but you reassured him everything would be okay, just as you were doing now.

But in reality, you wanted nothing more than to have him home. He was your comfort person; he always took care of you. And now he was hundreds of miles away.

And at that thought, an idea sprung into your head.

Message to: Kells, Ashleigh

How would you feel about me and Jacey flying out to see Rook?

 And that’s how you ended up in an airport in San Antonio at 7 am, a very tired and cranky baby girl in your arms. You tried to cheer her up with the mention of seeing daddy, but she was having none of it. Thankfully, Colson Baker, the baby whisperer himself, pulled up to the curb. He ran around to you, taking Jacey from your arms.

“Hi baby Jacey, remember me?” She smiled at him, her hands reaching to poke at his face. “It’s uncle Colson!” He cheered, making the girl laugh.

You heaved your diaper and travel bags in the trunk before joining the two. “Hey Colson,” you gave the man a hug, careful not to crush Jacey, “thank you for helping out with all this.”

He handed your daughter back to you, letting you hook her into her car seat. “Yeah, no problem. Trust me, Rook needs this and, by the looks of it, so do you.” You rolled your eyes as you backed out of the car, punching his shoulder on your way to the passenger seat. “And I get to see my favorite niece,” he tickled the girl’s stomach, making her giggle.

When you got to the hotel, Colson grabbed you an extra key card from the front desk. “He’s probably still asleep, so just let yourself in.”

Colson was right, as when you walked into the room you found your lover spread out under the covers, eyes closed in peaceful sleep. You snuck over quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed, and using the hand that wasn’t holding Jacey to brush his hair out of his face. The action was enough to wake him up, his expression moving from confused to surprised in seconds. “What are you doing here?”

He sat up, pulling you in for a long, sweet kiss before grabbing his daughter from your hands, “hi baby.”

The girl snuggled right into him, cooing at him. “Jacey missed you, so we came to visit,” you told him, running a hand up and down his leg softly. You hadn’t had any sort of physical contact with him in so long, so even being in his vicinity had your heart exploding.

Rook’s lips were pressed to the top of Jacey’s head, mumbling sweet sentiments of how much he loved her. “Jacey missed me?” he asked you, an eyebrow raised.

You giggled, scooting to the opposite side of him from Jacey, letting his arm pull you into his side. “I mean, I missed you a little bit, but Jacey straight up asked me if we could come.” The playfulness was evident in your voice, making Rook smile with adoration in his eyes.

“Wow, some first words, huh Jacey?” He laughed softly, leaning over to kiss you again before returning his attention to the baby. After a few moments of silence spent basking in the comfort of each other’s presence, Rook whispered, “I still can’t believe she’s ours.”

You had been studying his features, taking in all of the beauty you had been missing while at home. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”

He looked over to you with a smile on his face, “that was super lame. You know that, right?”

You pushed his shoulder slightly, a playful frown on your face, “I thought it was cute.”

“Oh, it was, but it was still really lame.” He laughed, kissing the side of your head.

You sighed, “guess I should take our lame daughter and go home then.” Your tone was dramatic, your head pointed away from him, gazing into the distance.

“If anyone even attempts to take Jacey out of my hands, I’ll kill them.” The girl laughed at the mention of her name, prompting Rook to set her on his thigh closest to you, “Yeah, silly girl, I’m talkin’ about you.” He poked her stomach lightly, making her laugh even more.

You rested your head on his shoulder, eyes shutting in content, “you say that now, but wait until its 5 in the morning and she decides she wants to throw a tantrum.”

Rook chuckled, pulling you closer to him, “I don’t mind at all.”

[senyuuno]

I open for requests again, czy? 😩Wanna read zum softiee haikyuu😧💓💓💓

A/N: Sure. Thank you for waiting.😊 It has been in my ask for a long time now.

WHEN THEY WANT TO SEE YOU

Kageyama Tobio

After their loss from MSBY, he was reunited with his competitor-Hinata. When the team (and Hinata) invited him for drinks he declined.

Not being able to see you physically for the past few weeks due to practice and the match as well, he decided to go straight to their dorm.

He was debating if he'd call you or not.

Seeing your name pop up on his screen, he immediately scoop it up and was smiling widely.

Finally, reunited with Shouyo? Have watched your game and you were still awesome! You still did your best, Tobio. 😊-Y/N

"I want to see you," is his reply. After that, you immediately video-call-ed him.

Would pick up after three rings.

"I thought you'd go for a drink so I did not call you?" Your voice still lingers in his ears. Your face-which he hasn't really seen for almost a month, he missed it.

"I want to see you," he said again. You chuckled.

"That's why I called." You answered. He keeps on staring at you and not uttered any word. A smile creeps on his face.

"Still beautiful," he mutters but enough for you to hear. You blushed. This side of him rarely appears, especially if he's really exhausted.

"You seem tired. I'll call you again tom-" He cuts you"- Hey. Stay."

"I can't! Oh my gosh, Tobio, this side of you is really...ugh!" He was surprised at your sudden rise of voice.

"What? Did I do something? Hey! Don't hide your face! I can't see it you, idiot!"

"No! I have lots of photos on your phone! Just stare at that! This is so embarrassing."

"Let me see you moving or talk to me where I can see your face! You're being unfair here!" Tobio.

"I can't!" You drop your phone that's why he could only see the ceiling of your room on the screen.

"I haven't seen you for weeks! Comfort me, damn it!"

"Y/N..."

And the night continued with him pursuing you to bring your face back to the call and, not your flipped camera.

Sakusa Kiyoomi

The one who could survive without seeing your face for JUST 2-3 WEEKS

During their practice breaks and before and after waking up, he'd stare or take a glimpse of your photo. If this is seen by Atsumu- would give him some teasing joined by Bokuto.

He wouldn't initiate a face-time call cause you know his level of shyness and all. Haha.

If you would, he'd let it ring 4 to 7 times before answering it.

"Congratulations on your win, Yomi! " That was your recorded voice sent via his messenger.

"Can't she call me?" He whispers. He left you on seen as he stared at his phone-waiting if you'd call him or not.

Up to 15 minutes had passed and still no other chats so he replied to you with his furrowed brows-"Thanks. Where are you right now?"

You just finished showering when you saw his chat so instead of changing clothes first, you slump yourself on your bed and answered him-"Home. You went for celebration?"

He began to feel frustrated so he pressed the call button. You answered it without hesitation as you request a video call. He accepted it after he heard your- "Hello." Good thing he's not the one initiating a video call.

You saw him without his mask and you immediately smiled.

"Congratulations again, Yomi!" As you gave him your widest smile. Damn that smile. He's been wanting to see it.

"Why'd you call? Are you not going to rest for a bit?" You asked while settling your phone on your desk.

"I did. You're... not dressed?" It was more likely a statement than a question.

"Oh, should I? Or d'you want a sneak peek?" He rolled his eyes at your teasing as he tries to calm himself down there.

You laughed as you went out of the camera view and rummage through your closet for a set of clothes. His mouth parted a bit. He doesn't like it.

Before he knew it, his mouth and voice move faster than he could process it-"I can't see you there. Get dress in front of me."

Hinata Shouyo

One thing about Hinata: When he wants to see you he will definitely make a way to do that.

He never lies when it's time to express his feelings and all.

If his schedule is full, he'd still make time to see you. Maybe through a video call or just to stare at your picture for 10 good minutes and he's good.

After his match and greetings as well as the congratulatory and all the processes, he immediately grabs his phone and FaceTime you.

"We won!" He exclaimed.

"I know, I did watch! You're awesome, Shó! Congratulations~" you squeal.

The both of you chuckled. Then he stood abruptly when he realized something.

"Haven't seen my Y/N for like... three weeks, huh." His voice full of craving to hug you and see you.

"Mhm. Should I come there?" You asked.

His eyes lit up in excitement and grins at you-"Really? Then tomorrow, I'll be-"

"Wait. Not tomo-"

"-Waiting for you at the station then we'll have a date afterward. And then we could go to the park nearby. Oh-"

"Hinata, calm do-"

"I'll let you meet my teammates. Bokuto-san actually wanted to. Yeah?" His eyes still twinkling.

Well, as if you could resist him?

--END--