#spilling drinks and laughing about the waiter having to clean it up

[novahreign]

This made me nervous posting this. I’m not the best writer but I do try and I don’t have any fancy pictures but I hope that you enjoy it, just the same.🫣

“Kendra, Wait!” Tyler rushed behind her friend who sped past patrons in a restaurant to rush to the bathroom. The bride to-be, got lost between waiters and guests who stood around mingling. Tyler sidestepped quickly to avoid knocking into a waiter coming with a tray full of hors d’oeuvres that she completely missed the guy coming on her left, bumping into him, spilling red wine on herself and his white button up shirt.

“Oh my goodness. I am so sorry, I was trying to avoid hitting them-

“Hey.”

“And I wasn’t looking where I was going. I didn’t even see you.”

“It’s o-“

“Now your shirt is ruined!”

“Hey. Hey.” Rough, large hands took hold of shakey hands-steadying them. “It’s okay. It’s just a shirt, it’s all good. He gently moved her toward him” come this way.”

“I got it ma’am.” One of the waiters said. She moved aside so he can clean her mess. “I’m sorry about that.”

“You’re fine ma’am. It happens quite often.” He chuckled. She gave an embarrassed smile and turned her attention to the man whose shirt she messed up. Her head jerked back, wow. Her eyes scanned over his features. He was handsome.

“Umm…Can I buy you a drink, you know, to make up for this?” She motioned to his shirt

Terry was about to answer but her friend came up to her, getting her attention.

“Ty, It’s not looking good in there, She needs you!”

“Okay, uh, don’t go anywhere, I still owe you that drink!”

She followed behind Marcy and found Kendra slumped over the bathroom toilet.

“I think we may have pregamed too hard.” Shonda, the matron of honor said. Tyler had to agree.

“Guys, why’d you let me drink like this Ughh, I’m never drinking againnn” Kendra’s words slurred” Kendra let out some more, the sound echoing in the empty bathroom. They were supposed to be celebrating Kendra’s last two nights as a “not so single, single” and now Tyler was trying not to inhale the smell of alcohol mixed with Cajun seafood. The bathroom smelled vile.

“Marcus is going to be mad at me.” Kendra whine, throw up sliding down her chin.

“No, he’s not. “ Tyler wiped her face with a wet paper towel before throwing it on the toilet”Because, tomorrow you will detox and it’ll all be fine.” She used her foot to flush,” Come on, y’all, I think we should call it a night.”

As the girls walked out the restaurant. Tyler spotted the guy, she wasted a drink on at the bar. “Hey,go ahead, I’ll be right there.” She walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. He turned around with a confused look on his face.

“Hi, I’m Tyler.” She stretched her hand out

He looked her up and down before taking her hand in his. “Terry.”

“Nice to meet you, Terry. Hey, look. I wanted to apologize about this. I’m sorry.” She motioned to his shirt. “What are you drinking? I can buy you another drink, you know to make up for spilling your wine.”

He tip the almost empty glass toward her “Whiskey.”

Tyler turned her nose up. “Ew, but okay.”

“You judging my drink choice?

She titled her head, “ I am, whiskey is plain nasty.”

“It’s an acquired taste.”

“For people with rotten taste buds,”

He laughed out loud. “Rotten taste buds, really?”

“Excuse me.” She got the bartender’s attention “Hi……” she began rattling off his drink order. Terry took that time to take her in while sipping on his drink some more. She was beautiful, the orange dress complimented her dark skin. The dress clinging to her curves wasn’t bad sight either.

“I hope that you’re impressed by what you see, you’re staring pretty hard.” Terry met her eyes, noticing the teasing glint. Terry lifted an eyebrow.

“Oh, I am.”

She bit back a smile. “Well I’m glad. Here’s your drink. Again, I’m sorry but I hope you enjoy.” She patted his back before walking towards the double doors leading to the busy New Orleans Street. Terry tossed his drink back, throw a tip on the counter before coming up behind her.

“Hey, Tyler. Wait up.” He grabbed her wrist.

She jumped at feeling a hand on her, he apologize for scaring her. “What, two drinks not enough?” She smiled sheepishly

“Ha. Funny.” She laughed then looked at him expectantly. He sighed “You in New Orleans long?” She searched his face, deciding on whether or not she should share that information.

Oh, what the hell! It isn’t like she was going to see him again.

“I’ll be in town for a little while. I’m here for my friend’s wedding, why?”

“You think she’d mind, if you broke away from the group.”

“Why would I do that?” She gave him a knowing smile.

“Uh…” Tyler picked up on his nervousness and could tell that he wasn’t used to putting himself out there, she decided to help him out.

“Look, give me your phone.” He grabbed his phone out of his pocket, unlocking it and handed it to her.

She put her clutch under her arm and typed something before holding the phone up to her face to take a selfie. She showed him the picture and he chuckled. “Text me when you wake up and we can meet back her for breakfast. Sound good?.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

She smiled “Okay, well, then. I’ll see you tomorrow” she winked at him “Goodnight Terry.”

“Goodnight Tyler.”

He watched her walk into the crowd before looking down her contact photo. He tapped his phone against his palm. Yeah, he was looking forward to seeing her tomorrow.

[emerald-oceans]

Holy fuck I hate these people

[dyns33]

Obvious

Most of the time I see him as the cool silly big bro, but I love Deadpool, so here's a long Deadpool x female reader.

Normally nothing destined Y/N to meet Wade Wilson.

A normal life, without enemies, without superpowers, without contracts on her head. She didn't fight, respected the law (at least for the most serious and important things) and she considered herself to be a good person.

The first time she had passed Saint Agnes Orphanage, she hadn't really paid it much attention. The second time, she found it a little strange that an orphanage was in this part of the city, which was not really made for children.

Then one evening, when she had had a bad day, she realized that it was a bar and she decided to go in for a drink.

Since she thought an orphanage was strange in that place, she might have thought it was odd for a bar to have such a name. She could also have been scared when she saw the other customers, who all turned towards her, indicating that she might not be welcome.

But Y/N was tired, and she just wanted a drink before going home, so she smiled politely as she sat down at the counter.

The waiter frowned, but he agreed to serve her with a shrug, muttering that as long as she was an adult, it wasn't his problem.

A tall, bald, tattooed guy then approached her, putting a hand on her arm without worrying about her private space, asking her if she wanted to follow him home.

"… No thanks."

“Come on, don’t be a slut.”

"Please."

“Come with me, you stupid bitch.”

"Now, that's really not very nice. The lady said no, a gentleman should know it's time to leave. But no Hector, not only are you insisting, but you're being rude."

"Fuck you, Wade, don't get involved in this !"

The waiter continued to mumble about cleaning, while this Wade guy smashed Hector's head against the counter. A tooth even flew close to Y/N’s face.

That might have been enough to scare her completely. In addition to the surge of violence that was happening right next to her, there was the red suit, the katanas and other guns, which could make you want to flee as quickly as possible.

But when he finished kicking Hector's ass, Wade turned to her, and despite the mask, it was obvious that he was smiling, extending a hand towards her.

"Miss, my apologies for that boor. He knows nothing of good manners."

"… Thank you."

"You're very welcome, lovely angel ! Wade Wilson, Deadpool, Merc with a mouth, at your service ! Oh, he spilled your drink… Bad Hector ! Or was it me ? Maybe it was me. Weasel, the same for the little lady, on my note !”

“You already owe me a fortune.”

“I will kill whoever you want for free !”

“I thought you didn’t kill anymore.”

"Ah yes… I'll suck you for free !"

“Here you go, two drinks, just shup up Wade.”

In the end, Wade was a bit special, but not evil. He stayed with her, partly because he loved having someone to talk to, but also to make sure no one else was going to bother her again.

And he talked a lot. Everything he said didn't always make sense, he even seemed to be talking to himself sometimes, but he was funny. It seemed to please him that Y/N laughed at his jokes. Behind the counter, Weasel was still muttering that she was doing something silly.

Among the long tirade he delivered that evening, she understood that Wade had not had an easy life. That he had done some things that could make him a criminal, but he had been trying to improve for some time.

"Colossus already wanted me to become an X-men but it wasn't for me. Wait, there are X-men in this universe ? I do not know anymore. Anyway, there's Spidey and Devy. No, he's right, this nickname isn't great, Devil. Like Daredevil. They want us to be Team Red, but only if I stop unliving people. It's not fair because they're friends with Frank, and Frank keeps unliving people, but he lost his wife and his kids, so I guess he has more sympathy points than me."

"I don't understand everything, but I guess Spidey is Spiderman ?"

"Yes ! He's super cool ! And his ass ! People confuse us sometimes, it annoys me, but it's a bit of a compliment. He's my role model."

Like a true superhero, Deadpool insisted on taking her home. He was terribly honest, saying that he could leave her a few blocks away, but that was useless, because as a former mercenary, he was very good at stalking people and he could find her address without difficulty, even if he only had her name.

"Which I wouldn't do ! Normally. I might want to see you again, and ask Weasel to find your number, but I know myself, I'll put it in my phone, and I'll hesitate for weeks, then I'll send a lousy message, you'll be scared, you'll block me, I'll be ashamed and I'll shoot myself in the head because I'm a moron."

“I can give you my number.”

"And I… Huh ? Huh ?! For real ?!" exclaimed Wade, jumping like a child on Christmas Day.

Wade called her right away, specifying that it was not to verify that she was giving him a false number but a little. Despite the mask, his face showed surprise when he saw that she hadn't lied.

"I should put a bullet in my head to make sure I'm not dreaming."

“You wouldn’t wake up.”

“Baby girl, we only just met, there are a lot of things you don’t know about me.”

When Deadpool talked about shooting himself, he meant it literally. It often happened that he died, either because of an enemy, an accident, or by his own hand. But he always came back. A gift like a curse.

They became friends. It was obvious, and quite sad, that Wade didn't have many friends.

Most people around him couldn't stand him or were afraid of him. It was true that he could be quite unpredictable, especially when he got lost in his discussions with the boxes, or an imaginary audience. But he was never mean.

Weasel was more of a collaborator, Al was forced to accommodate him, and the other heroes, unable to get rid of him, tried to make him a nice guy.

And he was really nice. Crazy but adorable, funny and wanting to do well.

Very quickly, Y/N started to have a crush, and even more. Even after seeing him without a mask. He never took it off completely to eat, repeating that he didn't want her to lose her appetite or feel like throwing up.

But after landing in a trash can after a fight, and forgetting that he had invited her to watch Princess Bride, Y/N had seen him. Yes, his scars were a bit impressive, but they weren't that bad.

With an embarrassed smile, he waved his hand while remaining frozen near the entrance.

"… I can move if you want to run away. I won't follow you. I may look like Frankenstein's monster, but I only pursue young girls who ask me to. Or who deserve it. Because criminals have no gender, I don't discriminate."

“I brought popcorn.” was her only reaction.

"... Oh. Sweet ? Salty ? Caramel ? Al must have beer somewhere, hidden with the cocaine."

After that, he was a little less afraid to show his face, even though it was obvious he wasn't comfortable. It wasn't easy to reassure him, repeating that she didn't care about his appearance.

Y/N didn’t remember how they ended up having this conversation. The only thing she knew was that she was pressed against him, laughing, when she had innocently said it would be fun if they went out together.

This made Wade laugh, but a very serious laugh, leaving no chance and hitting where it hurt.

"You and me ? Ah ! No chance."

"Why ?"

"It's obvious."

A simple little sentence could sometimes do a lot of damage. Too busy making fun of the characters on the screen, Wade didn't see Y/N's look of sadness, just as he didn't feel her body stiffen.

Still, she should have expected this response. Of course it was obvious that they had nothing to do together. Deadpool was a super hero (in training), he was tall, muscular, funny, rich.

She had seen photos of his deceased ex, Vanessa. She had observed him flirting with beautiful women and men before. It was already fortunate that she was only friends with him.

So Y/N swallowed her pride, accepting the obvious, and not talking about the subject again.

But it was hard, because the more time passed, the stronger the feelings became.

It was even harder when Wade entered his depressive phases. He kept putting himself down, insulting himself and accepting insults from the boxes in his head. It took a lot of patience and perseverance to get him to put down his gun.

"Anyway, I'll come back later. Bad luck for the world. People would be happier if I wasn't here anymore. Maybe they'll miss me a little, for a few minutes."

“I would miss you, Wade.”

"Yeah… You say that because you're adorable, baby girl. But you'd be better off without me too. I'm a real drag."

“You saved me the first time we met.”

"And since then you think you owe me a debt. You know, every time we're in the street, the others look at me and they're afraid. If I wasn't there, you could be with them. You could have lots of friends.”

"I don't want lots of friends, Wade." Y/N sighed, taking him into her arms. “I’m glad we’re friends.”

“Oh, sweetie pie, me too !”

It was rarer for them to find themselves in the opposite situation. Not because Deadpool wasn't capable of empathy, but because she didn't like talking about her problems, preferring to keep everything to herself and cry out of sight.

Unfortunately, she had made the decision to become friends with a former mercenary who loved to jump from roof to roof, only to come visit without warning by tapping on the window.

Y/N had no time to hide her tears, holding back a sob as her eyes met those of Wade, who had stopped mid-movement, fist raised against his window.

He didn't hesitate before entering, terribly serious.

"Who ? Who did this ?"

“Wade…”

"Who made my baby girl cry ? I want a name. Spidey and Dev will understand. Yellow wants decapitation, White wants emasculation. Tell me who."

"It's really not necessary. It's not important."

“It’s important if you cry.” Deadpool growled as he looked around the apartment for clues.

Once he had an idea in his head, it was almost impossible to divert his attention. If it wasn't so important, it was possible with food or talking about Spiderman's butt. But this time he considered it very important.

Tired, Y/N thought that all she had to do was say that it was just a ridiculous heartbreak for him to calm down. He had no reason to kill someone just because they didn't love her back.

This actually seemed to calm him down a bit, as he patted his cheeks with his hands in a dramatic gesture.

"What ?! Someone doesn't love you ?! Someone doesn't like my sweet little angel ? Are they crazy or stupid. You deserve the best !"

"Actually… He's the one who's too good for me."

"Bullshit ! The important thing is love ! If a woman can marry a space duck, then everyone can be together, as long as it's legal and consensual !"

"… What ? No, wait, it doesn't matter. Wade, please forget it."

"A name. Let me prove to you that this fool doesn't deserve you, and not the other way around !"

"No."

"A name !"

"You ! It's you !"

For the first time since they met, Wade was silent for more than a minute, staring at her like he wasn't sure she was real. He often had hallucinations, so this happened to him.

Then he muttered incomprehensible things, probably speaking with his boxes to check that he had heard what she had just said.

"… Me ? As in, me ?"

“I know what you’re going to say.” Y/N sighed, wanting to disappear. "You've already said it, it's obvious that we're not meant to be together. You're charismatic, and strong, and funny, with powers. You save people, you have an extraordinary life, while I… I am me."

"… Baby girl. Do you have a fever ? Did you lose a bet ? Because… You saw me without a mask. You know I'm crazy and dangerous. There are several bounties on my head, I've unlived more people than the population of New York, and my favorite movie is Zoolander 2. When I said it was obvious… I meant that you were too good for me."

There had been a misunderstanding, each being convinced that the other could never want the other, because they were too different. But even though he was special, with skin problems and an inability to concentrate for more than ten minutes, Wade was much better than a space duck.

However, while she was sure of what she wanted, he hadn't clearly said what he expected next.

"I mean, if you just want to be friends, I'll understand."

"You can't tease me like that and then break my heart. Don't play with me, woman !"

“Wade…” Y/N sneered, as he gesticulated like a degenerate, declaiming his great love for her and her smile, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

Taking advantage of his inattention, she approached him, until he froze when he felt her hands on his mask.

With a look, she asked him if she could take it off, and as he didn't move to stop her, she took it off first up to his nose, before hesitating.

Y/N didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, but she also didn’t want him to think that she didn’t want to see him if she didn’t go further. So she took out the whole mask, she observed Wade, smiling before kissing him.

"… Don't take what comes next as a bad thing." he whispered as their lips parted.

"What ?"

"I'm going to have a heart attack…"

As always, Y/N thought he was joking at first, until he collapsed in front of her, looking delighted even though his heart had stopped beating. Fortunately she was used to seeing him die, even if it was still a little traumatic.

It took almost an hour for him to wake up. Y/N had time to take a shower and make herself some tea, sitting on the couch to wait.

"Shit !" he shouted as he opened his eyes, looking around the apartment before looking at her. “Did we kiss ?”

“Yes and you died.”

"It's weird. Normally you go to heaven after you die, not before. But I probably don't have enough superhero points for heaven yet, so the other option is that I became totally crazy."

“Wade…”

"I know, White and Yellow would have told me. They're already saying that all the time, but they would have insisted, especially for me to escape from the asylum. It's no fun fighting with fake people and hippos. Was I dead long ?"

“No, a little over half an hour.”

"And you stayed with me, it's so cute. Nurse Y/N. No, Doctor Y/N, and I'll be Nurse Wilson. Oh, Doctor Y/N, I made a mistake in the dosage of a patient, I'm a bad nurse, punish me."

"… Let's see Nurse Wilson, we're in the middle of an intervention, calm down."

"Uh oh ! You're playing along !" Wade exclaimed, pouting from the ground. "I didn't expect that ! Wait, I need a blonde wig, and a white dress. You'll see, I look super sexy in a dress. Wait, we do this now or it's quick and we should have a date first ?'

“I wouldn’t say no to a date.”

"I see the genre, like in novellas. Doctor Y/N takes me to the restaurant to talk about my future promotion, but in fact, you are going to admit to me that I am pregnant with you, before I even enter your bed !"

“As long as you’re in my bed before the hundredth episode.”

“UH !”

The small, high-pitched cry of pleasure preceded a second cardiac arrest, Deadpool's mind imagining Y/N and him in a bed, with a stetoscope.

When she asked him if he was going to have a heart attack every time, he told her that he would probably die for good the day he saw her naked, or that they made love for the first time.

But Wade was a gentleman, he ate lots of vegetables, exercised, and begged Daredevil to teach him meditation techniques.

So he had the courtesy of having the next heart attack only after they were finished, and in the toilet. And every time after that they were together, Wade would go out of his way to just get a nosebleed.

Especially on Weasel's counter, telling him everything they had done or almost everything, which annoyed the poor waiter a lot, even if he knew that it would happened from the start, the moment he saw Deadpool with Y/N.

[venny-the-chubbyblack-writer]

“A Vibrant Encounter”

Tengen x Chubby Black Reader (Blind Date AU)

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The restaurant was an upscale, candlelit haven in the heart of the bustling city. Warm light spilled over polished mahogany tables, and the air buzzed with the soft hum of laughter and conversation. A quiet, intimate setting—the perfect choice for a blind date, though Tengen Uzui wasn’t sure if he was the type to appreciate “quiet” anything.

Dressed in a fitted black suit that hugged his broad shoulders and emphasized his tall frame, Tengen adjusted the collar with a slight smirk. He was used to being the center of attention, and tonight would be no different—at least, that’s what he told himself. Blind dates weren’t his usual scene, but Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru had practically dragged him into it. “You need a break,” they’d insisted. “Try something out of your comfort zone.”

So here he was, standing at the entrance, scanning the tables for the woman described to him.

“A dazzling personality,” Suma had said.

“Confident and unapologetic,” Makio added.

“Curvy and radiant,” Hinatsuru concluded with a smile.

He spotted you almost instantly.

You sat near the back, your outfit carefully chosen—soft, flowing fabric in bold, rich colors that complemented your deep skin tone and hugged your curves just enough to make you feel confident. Gold jewelry glinted against your wrists and neck, and your coily hair was styled into a crown of elegance.

But what really caught his attention was your expression—poised, yet slightly apprehensive, as if you weren’t sure whether this date was a good idea either.

For a moment, Tengen paused, caught off guard. The way you sat, shoulders square, chin tilted with just the right amount of defiance—it was captivating. Flashy, even. He liked that.

“Well,” he murmured to himself with a grin, “this just got interesting.”

You looked up as someone approached your table, expecting the waiter. Instead, you were met with him.

The first thing you noticed was his height. Tengen towered over most people, but up close, it was almost ridiculous. Broad shoulders, silver hair tied back in a casual yet refined way, and striking magenta eyes framed by long lashes that should’ve been illegal.

“Hey,” he said smoothly, his voice deep and rich. “You must be [Y/N].”

His hand extended, and you shook it, feeling the warmth of his grip. “Tengen Uzui,” he added with a wink. “Your date for tonight.”

You smiled, a little caught off guard by his presence. “So far, so good,” you replied, your tone teasing but not unkind. “You clean up well.”

He laughed—a low, genuine sound that made your stomach do a little flip. “I could say the same about you. Radiant doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

The evening unfolded like a dance.

Tengen was charming, no doubt. He leaned in when you spoke, his attention unwavering, as if your words were the most interesting thing in the room. And he wasn’t shy about giving compliments, though they always felt sincere.

“You have this way of owning the room,” he remarked at one point, swirling the drink in his hand. “It’s bold. I like bold.”

You arched a brow. “Is that your way of saying I’m loud?”

He grinned. “Not at all. It’s my way of saying you’re unforgettable.”

For someone who thrived on confidence, you found yourself momentarily disarmed. His energy was infectious, and despite your initial reservations, you couldn’t help but enjoy his company.

When the waiter brought out your food, Tengen’s eyes widened at the portions.

“Finally, someone who gets it,” he said, gesturing at your plate. “Life’s too short for dainty meals.”

You laughed. “Right? I don’t trust anyone who picks at salads on purpose.”

As the evening went on, you learned more about each other.

Tengen told you about his love for theater, his obsession with anything “flashy,” and his three wives, whom he spoke of with genuine affection and respect. “They’re the best part of my life,” he admitted. “And they’re the reason I’m here tonight—they thought you’d be good for me.”

You blinked. “Wait, they’re the ones who set this up?”

He nodded. “They’ve got an eye for amazing people. And they weren’t wrong.”

The warmth in his voice was undeniable, and you felt your cheeks heat.

“So, what about you?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. “What makes [Y/N] tick?”

You hesitated, then decided to be honest. “I’m ambitious,” you began. “I work hard, I love hard, and I don’t apologize for who I am. People either get it, or they don’t.”

His grin widened. “Oh, I get it. And for the record, I think unapologetic is the best way to be.”

The night flew by, and before you knew it, the restaurant was beginning to empty.

“Do you want to walk for a bit?” Tengen asked as you stepped outside. The air was cool, and the city lights sparkled against the dark sky.

“Sure,” you replied, feeling surprisingly at ease.

The two of you wandered down the sidewalk, your conversation flowing effortlessly. Tengen’s charisma was magnetic, but what surprised you most was his sincerity. For all his bravado, there was depth to him—a man who valued loyalty, passion, and living life to the fullest.

“You know,” he said after a while, “I wasn’t sure what to expect tonight. But I’m glad I came.”

You glanced at him, curious. “Why’s that?”

“Because meeting you reminded me of something,” he said, his tone soft but earnest. “Sometimes, the best things in life are the ones you don’t see coming.”

Your steps slowed, and you looked up at him, searching his face for any hint of pretense. There was none.

“Well,” you said, a small smile playing on your lips, “maybe I’m glad too.”

That night, as Tengen walked you to your car, you couldn’t help but feel that something had shifted.

“Can I call you?” he asked, his hand lingering near yours.

You tilted your head. “What happened to playing it cool?”

He chuckled. “You have me rethinking a lot of things, [Y/N]. Besides, life’s too short to play games.”

You hesitated, then handed him your phone. “Don’t make me regret this.”

He grinned, saving his number with a flourish. “I wouldn’t dare.”

As you drove away, your heart was lighter than it had been in weeks. Maybe blind dates weren’t such a bad idea after all.

And maybe, just maybe, Tengen Uzui was more than what met the eye.

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I’ll have the one with his wives posted later today see ya later 🫶

[dirty-bong-water666]

Zoro x Fem!Reader

Drinks!!

Tw- frobin (sorry if you don't like it😭😭), alcohol, gambling, fingering, oral (both recieving), piv, no protection (guys please wrap your willy dont be silly), praise, nicknames

Nami had suggested getting drinks after another big win. So I was stood infront of my vanity on the ship putting on lip gloss. I was in the dress I newly bought. It was a short dark green dress that had strings with rhinestones hanging off the bottom while the straps were rhinestone as well. Not to mention the cute low cut.

Nami stepped into our shared room with Robin. She had a dark maroon dress that had a slit up the leg. "You look hot!" She complimented. I laughed and did a spin for her. "I might take you before Zoro does." Nami teased.

"Stop that." I laughed. "There is nothing between me and Zoro. Now help me find some heels." She rolled her eyes and looked in the closet. Soon finding a pair of white high heels that has rhinestones on the heel. "Cute!" I said snatching them and putting them on.

"Alright let's go everyone else already left!" She said pushing off the ship. We walked to the casino we were going to party at soon arriving.

Nami and I walked to an area to gamble and cheat. We ordered our selves margaritas and began to gamble our hearts away, or bank accounts.

"Nami I'm gonna go relax for a bit." I yelled over the music. Even though she was too caught up to even notice me speaking. I laughed and walked to the booth where Zoro, Robin, and Franky were. I giggled noticing how Zoro l9oked like a third wheel.

Franky was quite obviously flirting with Robin and Zoro was quite literally about to throw up. I took the seat besides Zoro and poured myself some sake. Drinking it quickly.

Franky and Robin walked off to the dance floor leaving me and Zoro by ourselves. "Where did the captain go?" I asked him.

"Him, Chopper, and Usopp just walked off. They're probably eating. And the pervy cook is off with some chicks." Zoro told me.

I laughed and covered my mouth with my hand. "Sounds like the cook." We sat in a comfortable silence for a little while watching as Nami gambled, Robin and Franky dancing, Luffy eating 7 course meals while Usopp and Chopper are passed out on the table beside him, Brook going around making stupid skeleton puns, and Sanji trying to flirt with every girl there.

"Wanna have a drinking contest?" I suggested. I smiled at him. He smirked.

"Your on." He said. He called a waiter over and ordered tons of shots.

I had gotten down at least 5 and himself 7. I was admiring the way his jaw would flex everytime he took a shot. The sight could make me drool. His strong hands gripping the small glasses. Not paying attention I spilled some of the alcohol on my breasts. I groaned and grabbed a napkin to clean it up.

From the corner of my eye I could see Zoro watching me clean my chest. Well really just my chest. At the sight if this I decided to move closer to him. I wrapped my arm around his own and pushed my tits against him. Grabbing another shot and taking it.

Zoro leaned into me close to my eat and spoke. "That looks good on you but it would look way better off." The breath on my ear was hot. I blushed, hard. "How about we get out of here hmm, princess?" The name made me blush even more.

I smirked. "Alright let's get going then Zoro~." I dragged him from his eat and out the casino. I could feel the crews eyes on us as we left.

As soon as we made it to my bed he kissed me deeply. Placing his hands around my waist I wrap my arms around his neck. I kicked off my heels while still making out with the green haired man. He pushes us down on the bed hovering over me. Zoros lips were still connected to my own.

His hand traveled down the sides of my body and to the hem of my dress his hand reached up and pressed against my clothed clit. I moaned into the kiss and gripped his shirt. He pulled away with a smirk. "You like that princess, huh?" He removed my whole dress leaving me in only a pair of underwear and a bra. Ge removed my bra and panties leaving me fully naked infront of him. "Your so pretty, princess." He praised. I blushed and looked away from him. "No need to be shy." He hummed and tilted my face to face his own and connected our lips again. His knee was invetween my thighs and his left hand on my right breast.

He began to kneed my tit and I moaned leading him to enter his tongue into my mouth exploring every corner. His knee pressed against my pussy and I squealed at the pressure.

He pulled away and attacked my neck leaving little marks along my neck. Little moans kept escaping my lips. His lips traveled down my body and he lifted my thighs above his shoulders. Zoro kissed her inner thighs. "What a pretty little pussy." He said before kitten licking me. I moan and my hips buck upwards. He pushes my thighs down to hold me in place and began to attack my pussy with his tongue.

"God... uh- Zoro.. oh!" I moaned out. His tongue was lapping at my clit and his hands were rubbing the sensitive parts of my thighs. He hummed against my clit when I moaned. I could feel my legs twitch and he did it again liking my reaction.

Zoro brought one of his hands to my hole and pushed a finger inside of me. I arched my back and moaned. He began to pump in and out of me quickly. His tongue still working against my clit.

"Zoro I'm- ahh~ g-gonna- hah cum!" I moaned. He pumped his fingers faster and soon brought me over the edge. I was in complete ecstacy as he pulled me through the orgasm. Zoro pulled his face away with my juices all along his face. He smirked and kissed me. I could taste myself on his mouth and moved so I was sat in top of him. "Let me return the favor." I said taking his shirt off.

I then slid down to his pants and began to unbutton them. Pulling them off he was left in boxers. I reached my hand inside and began to stroke his cock feeling how big he really is. "Mmm." He groaned. I smirked and removed his boxers.

When they were off I fully saw his size. Zoro was massive. I didn't think I would be able to fully fit him in my mouth. I spit in my hand and use it to coat his cock. Placing my lips along the tip and swirling my tongue. I pulled away and began to kitten lick his tip.

Zoro getting impatient he pushed my head down his full cock me gagging in the process. I began to bob my head back and forth along his large dick sucking and stroking it. "Y/n.... hahh." He moaned. I couldn't help but hum at the sound of my name leaving his lips. It was so hot.

Not to long after his cock was twitching inside my mouth. He gripped me by the hair and pulled me up. "Can't take this any longer." He groaned. He flipped me onto my stomach with my ass in the air.

He smacked my ass and I moaned. "Princess, are you ready for a reward for being such a good girl." He whispered seductively into my ear. I nodded. "I wanna hear you say it." He rasped.

"Yes I am Zoro." I whined. With one more slap on my ass he slid his tip across my folds. He used my slick as lube and slowly pushed inside of me. "Ohhh~." I moaned as he slid inside. He was huge and wasn't even fully inside of me. After getting all the way in he let pit a breath and stayed still for a moment.

Soon he began to move at a slow but hard pace. Picking up the pace slowly. I moaned his name as he sped up. "God your pussy feels so good Y/n." He purred out. His hands on my hips as he thrusted inside of me.

"Zoro!" I moaned he flipped me around so I was on my back and facing him. He lifted my legs on top of his shoulders and plowed into me.

My mind went hazy as he kept his hard pace. I moved my hips in a circular motion, grinding into him. "Oh my god." I moaned out. My hands were pulling and grabbing at his hair.

Zoros face dipped down to the crook of my neck leaving bite marks along it. "Hah hah y/n." He moaned. His hand moved from my waist to my clit and started to rub.

"Mmmmm!" I whined at the pressure on my clit. His thrust and his fingers were bringing me closer and closet to the edge. "Oh Z-zoro hah mmm I'm s-so close!" I whimpered out.

"Me too, princess." He groaned into my neck. He moved his face and captured my lips in his. Tears were brimming my eyes at the feeling of him pounding me.

"Ahh!" I moaned. I released myself all over his thick cock. Soon after he pulled out and stroked him self till he released on my stomach.

"Hah Y/n." He moaned as he came. The sight could've made me cum myself. The way his face contorted into one of pure bliss. After I sat up and kissed his lips.

"How about a shower then we sleep." I said while embracing him. My bare breast pressed against him. He smiled and inhaled my scent.

"Alright."

---

♡BONUS♡

The rest of the crew were sitting at a table all together now. "So when's a good time to go back?" Asked Usopp.

"In an hour or two." Nami said.

"I can't believe this my beautiful Y/n-swan is with that mosshead." Cried sanji. Luffy laughed at him.

"At least he gets some." Luffy laughed at his own comeback. Which had Usopp dying and Sanji fuming.

[boydepartment]

Helo do you write one shots? If so then can I request an angst to fluff when you had a really bad argument with jungwon and he said really hurtful things blah blah so he ended up asking for forgiveness blah blah and happy ending fluff🥰🥰🥰

Ps: pls don't make y/n forgive him so easily, give y/n some pride pls😓

Have a good day✨💅

I DO WRITE ONESHOTS!!! and omg of course!!!! I WILL GIVE Y/N SOME PRIDE! Y/N NEEDS THAT!

Spilled Milk- Jungwon x gn! Reader

warnings: embarrassment, arguing, angst wc- 1.3k

MASTERLIST

Today was fantastic, you aced your tests, got a free drink at your campus, AND you made a new friend in one of your classes. You were bouncing off the walls practically. You hummed songs as you walked down the street, you and your boyfriend have lunch together every Wednesday. Since he has work you usually only have this one day to hang out with him, unless he has a day off.

You actually had met him at this very lunch spot when you used to work there. The day you met Jungwon he was stressed from work and he spilled his milk for his coffee everywhere. He apologized profusely and helped you clean it up. It made you smile at the memory, you were now 8 months strong and you loved being around him even on bad days.

Walking into your former place of work, you got a table and started talking to the waiter.

“How’s life Y/n? Anything crazy on campus?” He asked, pretending to take your order so he could catch up with you.

“They stole the campus mascot from across town.” You laughed and looked up at him.

Your old friend and you caught up and you just got two waters. You waited for Jungwon, looking out the window. You grew bored and he was late, but you didn’t want that to damper your mood. You had texted him multiple times asking if he was okay but got no response. You sighed and REALLY tried to not get sad.

Eventually you ordered a small pastry and coffee while you waited. The side of milk made you smile, it was just how Jungwon ordered his on the first day you met.

“Sorry I’m late.” You looked up to see Jungwon, he looked exhausted.

“It’s okay my love.” You smiled up at him- he didn’t smile back.

That was… Different…

Your friend came back up to the table and asked Jungwon what he wanted, your friend was being nice and a good waiter, but Jungwon just said ‘coffee or whatever.’

“Dude are you okay? What’s your deal?” You asked, you were concerned for your boyfriend. Usually, he doesn’t act like this. Usually, he is kind to workers, especially in this field. Especially because he met you when you were a server.

“It’s just a long day Y/n, I don’t want to talk about it.” He mumbled and looked out the window. Your eyes narrowed at his response.

“You don’t have to but don’t be rude to the server.” Your words sounded cold, “it’s not like he made your day shitty.”

Jungwon looked at you, irritation evident on his face. What has gotten into him today? He genuinely never acted like this.

“Oh, so you defend him now? Why don’t you just go out with him, he can see you more.” Jungwon asked, irritation and attitude plagued his tone.

Your jaw was practically on the floor, “what?”

“You heard me.” Jungwon sat back and looked out the window again.

“Genuinely what is your problem today?” You- rather loudly- asked, “all I did was want to see you and have a nice lunch as usual, but no! You’re just being rude. If you had a bad day, maybe you shouldn’t have come.”

Jungwon scoffed and mumbled something under his breath. You couldn’t hear it but honestly, you didn’t want to know either.

“I’m leaving.” You slammed down cash for what you ordered and walked out- you didn’t even see that you knocked over the milk for your coffee.

You walked out of the lunch spot, tears in your eyes. Jungwon just publicly embarrassed you by being rude to a waiter.

“Y/n what the hell?” You felt Jungwon grab your arm to stop you. You flipped around and poked his chest.

“No, you don’t get to be mad at me! You embarrassed me in front of an old friend and in public! I don’t care if you had a shitty day! You don’t act like that in public!” You were seething at this point.

Jungwon looked shocked, then irritated again, “don’t tell me how to act in public! I already have people doing that enough! You aren’t my manager, and you aren’t my parent either!”

“Clearly you need one if this is how you act.” You said and backed away from him.

“Don’t even- I have way more responsibilities on my plate than you, I am allowed to be stressed.”

At this point you were crying, not wanting to argue anymore, you just stormed off and back to your small apartment near your campus. You slammed the door and pulled your hair slightly. You had such a good day and Jungwon completely shit all over it. You never knew your boyfriend to be that much of an asshole and it made you feel like you might be wasting your time with him. Taking a deep breath, you went to the bathroom to shower and relax.

You didn’t even think to check your phone which was blowing up with texts from Jungwon. You had your phone on do not disturb and you made a pact with yourself to keep it on do not disturb until the morning.

Laying down in your bed looking up at the ceiling wasn’t helping anything, you were letting your anger fester, which wasn’t good at all. Sighing and turning over to scream into your pillow distracted you from the tapping on your window from the fire escape. When you sat up, hair messy and eyes burning with a hatred towards the man outside of your window. It was late at this point and so he did look a little creepy outside too.

Groaning you opened your window, “what do you want? Come to yell at me again?”

“No! I mean, no.” Jungwon looked at you and handed you a drink, “it’s a coffee, because you left yours there.”

“Wow what would I do without you.” You said sarcastically, your face unamused.

Jungwon looked like a scared dog at this point, “I’m sorry for making a scene. In public…” He cringed remembering it.

“Why don’t you tell your manager or parents- instead of me. You know because I’m neither of those so I can’t tell you when you’re acting out in public.” Your voice monotonous.

Jungwon swallowed hard and looked around awkwardly. You could tell he was trying so you scooted slightly on your bed.

“You can come in- only because you brought coffee.”

Jungwon nodded and scooted in your room, it was dark, only the lights outside from the window lighting up your faces. He set the coffee down on your nightstand, then he sat back by your window.

“I’m mad at you.” You bluntly spoke.

“I know and you have every right to be- I was a total ass, it was my bad. I paid your waiter friend extra and cleaned up the milk you knocked over when you left.” He spoke quickly.

“Wait what?”

Jungwon got the courage to look up at you again, “when you stormed out- you knocked over your glass of milk. Like I did when we first met.” He sort of smiled at the memory, still not wanting to piss you off even more.

“You cleaned up after me?” Now you felt BAD for making more work for other people.

“Well yeah, I felt really crappy for acting like that.”

“You should’ve.” You said and looked away, “but… thank you for making up for it, even when I wasn’t there to witness it.”

Jungwon softly went to grab your hand and squeeze it, “I feel horrible, can we get breakfast tomorrow? I will make up for it I promise.”

You looked at him, you were still somewhat mad and now rightfully embarrassed about yourself. However, again, Jungwon was really trying to make it up to you.

“Fine. But you’re paying.” You said, you smiled at him and Jungwon felt a weight off his shoulders.

“Also… Not to intrude but… I kinda snuck out of my dorm so I’m locked out, can I sleep here tonight?”

You felt yourself laugh at him, “yeah whatever you can.”

[lgbtimelords]

a fanfic i'll never write, part 2:

scenes from the future and feelings from the past

Behind knowing everything ends up okay and that one should always be hopeful, there's something else Kara knows wholeheartedly: people always leave, eventually.

People leave like her grandfather did. One day he was telling her how excited he was to see her join the science guild and the next her parents were telling her he would not be making it to the ceremony.

People leave like her parents did. Or maybe she left. Still. Someone leaves. And she ends up alone again. And then came back, again. And leave, again.

Jeremiah left. Cat left. Mon-El left. Winn left. James left. Kenny left. Lucy left. Kal never showed up to begin with. They’re all a small missing piece inside her heart she had to take away so it’d stop hurting, leaving an empty void instead.

She hates the loneliness. Hates it more than darkness and villains and kale on her food. And yet, the feeling of being alone is the one thing that never seems to leave her.

Alex’s and Kelly’s car flies away. Up and away in their happily ever after. It brings tears to her eyes again and it warms her heart, that her sister got it all- everything she wanted, everything she deserves.

It all ends rather suddenly after that. The guests start to leave one by one- Kara doesn’t even know over half of them. Winn leaves, too- something about his wife and daughter and some weird movie franchise. Brainy and Nia leave together, rushed and with a tint of red already covering their cheeks.

“Are you coming with us, auntie Kara?” Esme says, two little arms circling her waist as bright eyes look up at her.

She smiles at the girl, throws a look to Eliza- receiving an understanding nod to her silent question.

“Sorry, bud. I have a thing,” she says, running her fingers through Esme’s hair, “but you’ll have so much fun with grandma.”

And so, Esme and Eliza leave, just for today- she wonders how long it’ll be before it’s permanent.

The waiters take everything down. The tables, the flowers, the chairs. They clean up every glass and every fork. They pick up every dirty napkin and mop spilled drinks from the dancefloor. All while Kara watches from the side, sitting below a tree in the corner of the property- light blue dress already filled with dirt.

“Hey, you,” a soft voice she knows so well calls out, “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

Lena wastes no time before sitting down beside Kara. Her knees, still cladded in her sinful and gorgeous purple bodysuit, bump against Kara’s playfully. The action brings a small smile to her face. Knowing how much they’ve grown, how they went back to the playful and subtle touches again, the ones Kara had missed so so so much.

And somehow, something in the back of her mind, as she watches Lena’s knee move from side to side, always touching Kara’s when it moves to the left, tells her that Lena has already left, once, but Lena has always been the only one to ever come back.

“I’m tired,” she ends up confessing, even though perhaps they had already used up their emotional conversations quota of the day.

“Then let’s go home,” Lena whispers, care and warmness wrapping around Kara like a soft blanket. “I can make you some hot chocolate.”

“I mean… I’m tired of… everything. Everyone leaving”

Worry takes over Lena’s features. Kara has to look away in case it turns to pity, she doesn’t think she can deal with pity right now. “Alex isn’t gone,” she says, her hand taking Kara’s, “You know this.”

“I know. I know.” A tear rolls down her cheek anyway, “But she’s… Nevermind.”

“Hey, no, tell me,” Lena’s hand pulls, urging Kara to look into her eyes.

“It’s selfish,” she whispers.

“I don’t care,” Lena says back, “I won’t judge.”

“She’s no longer only mine,” she confesses, bites her lip in shame but she doesn’t find confusion in Lena's eyes, she doesn’t laugh at Kara’s words, she doesn’t tell her how selfish and ridiculous she’s being. She smiles sadly and squeezes her hand, asking her to keep going. “She’s no longer only my sister. She’s a wife. And a mom. And I love that, I do. But I’ve lost so much and now Alex can’t be my rock anymore, because if I drown Alex then I drown Kelly and Esme down with me, too. I can’t do that to her.”

“Just because Alex has new people to take care of, care for,” Lena says, “doesn’t mean she’ll stop taking care of you.”

“But I want her to stop taking care of me,” she exclaims, “I’ve held Alex back for so many years, Lena. So many. And I can’t be selfish enough to expect her to be there for me when she’s got so much good in her life now.”

“You are not a burden, Kara.”

“I know I’m not,” she sighs. “I know that if I ask for help, Alex will come running. But I don’t want to do that to her anymore. It’s just… It used to be us against the world. Alex was the first person I ever had since coming here. And I was the first person Alex ever truly confided in. And now that part of her has a new life, I realized… I don’t have anything that’s truly mine, now.”

She throws her head back against the tree. She wishes it could be full strength. Yet knows, full strength will break the tree in half. She plays with the ends of Lena’s fingers, tries to ground herself after letting out so many feelings.

“I understand what you mean by that,” Lena says softly. “I’ve never really had someone that’s truly mine either.”

[lovingmachinee]

I want you

Toji Fushiguro x male reader

Toji hits a big goal with his company and celebrates with reader

WARNING: NSFW ahead

[name] pov

8’O clock strikes the clock.

 I look away from the clock down to my nails, picking out some dirt from under my nails that I got while getting here. By the way, here is ‘amore’ , the Italian restaurant that Toji and I always wanted to visit. 

We never really got the chance because Toji’s too busy with his job and besides it was expensive so we both agreed to only go here once we had a celebration. 

And there was a celebration, at least I assume.

He called me up today and said he got us a reservation at the restaurant because he had big news to tell me. 

Toji and I have been together for 6 years now. We both met at this cafe. It’s a pretty funny story actually. I went and got my drink when all of a sudden I bumped into Toji causing me to spill my drink over his suit. I apologized deeply and all Toji did was chuckle. He offered to get to his office to clean us both up. And the rest was as they say history.

Toji started getting a liking towards me because I didn’t treat him like some high almighty which all his workers and or friends do. Toji owns this big company where they help companies with transporting their goods. I don’t know much about the economy and stuff but I guess it is a big deal.

But back to me sitting on the patio of the restaurant. I was playing with my curls a little because my phone had nothing entertaining for me and I checked the straps of my heels 6 times already so there was nothing time consuming in that anymore. Toji is 5 minutes too late but I don’t blame him. His job is very demanding and it was kind of my fault causing this boredom by showing up 20 minutes earlier than planned.

But the playing with my curls stopped as I saw the patio door open and saw the man walking in. In came walking Toji with a smug smirk in his suit. His two top buttons were opened probably because of the warmth he got from hurrying up that much. He held one singular flower in his hand which was probably for me.

“Hey honey” 

He said pulling the chair across from me and sitting in front of me with a big happy sigh.

What an entrance

“Hi,” I responded back.

He handed me the flower. “For you doll”. I wanted to grab the flower but before I could reach it with my hand he retracted his hand. “Wait” Toji whispered and stood up. He leaned over the table and cupped my head with one hand. He went and put the flower in my hair.

And don’t worry, Toji knows not to randomly touch my hair. In fact I taught him how to take care of hair like mine. 

He sat back down. “There, Beautiful”

I giggled. “What’s all this commotion about Toji?” I asked giving him an easy segway when announcing his big news.

“Well, the meeting today confirmed it and our company can finally set outside of Tokyo”

“Really?” I was shocked.

This was a very big deal for Toji since he worked sleepless nights for this moment. And when I say sleepless nights, it almost felt like I lived alone when I was asleep. 

“Baby, congratulations” I said, giving a little clap out of excitement. My happiness caused his smile to turn wider making the scar on his lip curl upwards.

“Thank you, honey,” Toji said. He went and stuck his hand up to get a waiter towards us. “Give us your finest wine, please,” He said.

We dined and talked for hours. We had many laughs while eating the finest cuisine which Toji insisted on paying for.

“You know, honey,” Toji started making me make eye contact with him.

Him and his dark eyes.

“, I am very thankful for you and that you always stick by my side” he said letting out a big sigh while looking down.

“You soft piece of shit” I said, making him chuckle.

“Aaaah you’re right I’m getting too soft for my own liking,” Toji said, hiding his face in his one hand.

“But I like it,” I said while taking my last sip of wine.

Toji went and paid while I waited inside the car. I was in the driver's seat because Toji said I couldn’t drive with how much wine I consumed. I went and connected my phone with the car to play some slow music since I was in the mood for some.

The car door opened and in came Toji. He went and got the car started while staring at me. I blushed a little while looking somewhere other than Toji because of his eyes on me. 

“I was so focused on your pretty face that I didn’t notice what you were wearing all night,” He said.

I was wearing a sleeveless jumpsuit which shows my back. It was a gift from Toji that he bought for me as a sorry present for being too busy with work. And lets get things right I’m not a sugar baby but I can’t turn down a good present.

I looked into his own eyes.

“Do you like it?” 

He scoffed, turning into a laugh. “Scratch that I fucking love it”.

Toji went and drove away to our house.

As we were driving I was looking out the window while Toji was having small talk.

Toji stopped talking though and as I was about to ask what was wrong I felt a hand resting on my thigh. He started moving his hand slowly caressing my thigh, getting a long sigh out of me.

We were home eventually and walked up to the door of our house after we put our car in the open garage. 

I grabbed the keys out of my bag but got distracted while Toji was running kisses down the back of my neck.

“Baby” I said, giggling a bit.

“What?” He said showing a full on Oscar performance with that line.

I struggled to put the keys in the door lock because of Toji’s kisses.

I finally could open the door. I didn’t have much time to walk in tho as Toji already picked me up and wrapped my legs around his waist.

The movement got a long laugh out of me.

I rested my arms on his shoulder making deep eye contact with him.

“I want you [name]” Toji whispered while keeping eye contact with me.

Those words already got to me as I leaped forward for a kiss. His rough lips against my soft brown pink ones. He went and put his hand on the back of my neck deepening the kiss.

He walked through the hallway while taking his shoes off by clinging one foot to the other and flipping them off.

He went and carried me towards our shared bedroom while taking my heels off.

He put me on the side of my bed and sat me up. His scarred lips went towards my neck and then my collarbone. 

He opened the closing of my jumpsuit easily with his rough hands. Toji went and pulled the jumpsuit down revealing my brown chest and nipples. 

He stared at me.

“Fuck I love you”

He went back down and started licking one of my nipples.

“fuck Toji” I whined letting him know how much pleasure he was giving me.

He went and undressed me more and covered the revealed skin with soft peppery kisses. He did this all the way down to my calves and because he was already at my calves it meant that I was fully nude for him to see.

“T-Toji~” I managed to whisper while looking up at home from my laying form.

He went back down to my lips and kissed them softly.

“I’ll be gentle,” He whispered in my ear before undressing.

After all his clothes were off all his muscles were able to be seen by me. The scars on his abs and his arms. 

I went up and caressed those scars, being completely enchanted by their beauty. Apparently this got some kick out of Toji as he let out a low groan.

He picked me up and threw me further to the middle of the bed and spread my legs. He looked down at the light brown muscle ring waiting for his fingers. He went and sucked on two of his fingers. Wetting them before letting his index finger inside of me

“A-ah~”

He went and put the other wet finger in and started going in a scissor motion.

Toji went on with this movement until I was fully loose enough for him.

He went and aligned his dick with my hole as he placed a kiss on my temple.

It was quiet for a moment until he entered.

“AA-aH~”

Toji stayed still until I gave him a signal for him to move. 

He started with slow thrusts while his head rested on the bed beside mine. 

My moans and his low groans were the only thing filling the room.

Toji stopped for a second and went back to standing up while still being inside of me. His arms snaked under my groins and his hands to my back. He picked me up and started thrusting hard into me.

I never moaned louder in my life and I was kind of surprised that Toji loved me this much.

He went and put us back on the bed while still moving inside of me.

“Toji I-I think I’m gonna~” “-me too”

His thrusts started becoming sloppy and my dick started going numb signaling that we were both about to cum.

Toji’s groans started getting louder and his movements became more uneven.

“T-TOJI~” I moaned loudly before covering both our chests in white liquid.

“FUCK” Toji groaned before releasing inside of me. His legs started shaking violently.

Toji started getting relaxed and laid his head on my chest. He went and pulled out, his thick cum oozing out of me. He gave me some soft kisses at my temple. 

We both breathed loudly coming down from both of our highs.

“Toji” I said

“?” He went and looked down towards me.

“I would love a rose bath you know” I said to him making him dry chuckle

“Sure baby”

This was like a story I posted on wattpad but like that book got deleted for no reason at all.

Anyways I think i'll only post stories If I feel like writing but you can honestly request if you got something good cookin. Also if you have any tips or advice for writing pls do send me cuz I feel like tumblr is so complicated sometimes😭😭😭

Anyways byeee

[ferparkerr]

Preference TVD

How did you meet…

Damon:

They met one night in mystic falls, he was playing pool while you were waiting tables

he called you a waiter and you approached him and when he looked up and saw you

He found you very hot and attractive so he smiled flirtatiously at you and asks for a Bourbon

you also found him very handsome and hot

and throughout the night whenever he could he would look at you and smile seductively, and he would also flirt with you in a not discreet way

and throughout the night whenever he could he would look at you and smile seductively, and he would also flirt with you in a not discreet way

Klaus:

You met at the dance that the Mikaelsons organized.

He saw you come in with your beautiful dress and you seemed to him the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

you discovered him looking at you and I appreciate you very handsome so you gave him a flirtatious smile, he smiled and approached you and he invited you to dance, they were together all night dancing and talking

you discovered him looking at you and I appreciate you very handsome so you gave him a flirtatious smile, he smiled and approached you and he invited you to dance, they were together all night dancing and talking

Jeremy:

They met at school in the typical movie scene, where you were the new girl who was going with her books in hand, who almost ran to her class because you got lost and you were late, but you were so distracted that you bump into someone , all your books fall on the floor, he helps you with your books and helps you get up

and when they both look up they both smile nervously

he found you very cute and tender

you thought he was a cute and sweet boy

you thought he was a cute and sweet boy

Kol:

You were in the mystic falls drinking in the bar, since your boyfriend had cheated on you and you need to distract yourself and get very drunk, and so maybe you stop thinking about your idiot ex.

So you were drinking and suddenly a guy sits next to you, you look at him curiously and see that he is a very handsome guy

He also found you very sexy and beautiful

he sees you as sad so he makes a joke and little by little he starts talking

he sees you as sad so he makes a joke and little by little he starts talking

Stefan:

They met on a blind date that Caroline organized, at first it was somewhat awkward, since Caroline was watching them very covertly and by that I mean that she was not discreet at all, luckily Elena saw her and took her away

after that they started talking

I appreciate you very cute, charming, kind and chivalrous, and above all very attractive

he found you very interesting, nice, happy and sincere, and he thinks you are very beautiful

Little by little they see why Caroline thinks they would be a good couple and because she forced them to have that blind date and neither of them regretted going to that dinner, quite the opposite.

Little by little they see why Caroline thinks they would be a good couple and because she forced them to have that blind date and neither of them regretted going to that dinner, quite the opposite.

Kai:

you were working in a karaoke bar cleaning the counter when a customer sits on a stool in front of you I gave you

he was very cute and sexy

He asked you for a drink and while he drank his drink he looked and made fun of those who went up to sing

you found it very funny and silly

From time to time he flirted with you, since he thinks you are very pretty and hot, he would not miss that opportunity with such a sexy girl

so he stays all night keeping me company while he flirts with you and makes you laugh

so he stays all night keeping me company while he flirts with you and makes you laugh

Elijah:

That day you were replacing your sister at her job as a waitress, you were taking an order for two coffees when you accidentally collided with someone spilling the coffee on him, a tall, good-looking man in a suit, you were very sorry to have collided with him and having soiled his suit, he was very chivalrous and kind, he told you that it did not matter

He was in the place for a long time and you could feel his gaze a few times and when you finished your shift you brought him a coffee to apologize again, but he insisted that you sit down and they talked like that for a long time

to tell the truth you found him attractive and elegant like no man you had ever met before

for him you were very beautiful and clumsy which made you look very cute in his eyes

for him you were very beautiful and clumsy which made you look very cute in his eyes

[nctdreams4me]

Late Night Meet-Cute with Taeyong

*An imagination that came to my mind. It’s full of fluff and about nothing.*

My friends and I arrive at a sushi bar late one night. Peak late night hours so it’s packed. We’re forced to sit at the far end corner of the bar, near the bathroom.

One guy is seated at the end and my friends force me to sit by the stranger. T_T I’m a good sport about it. All I notice about the guy is his jean jacket has a nice floofy faux fur collar. It’s hiding most of his face. He’s also bent over his food eating silently, left hand playing a game on his phone.

When it’s time to pay for our food, I see that the waiter put more food on my tab than what I got.

“When did you get the waigyu beef?” my best friend is asking, peering over my shoulder. “And 3 bottles of beer?”

“I didn’t!” I didn’t mean to sound so upset T_T I’m just an expressive person who puts too much effort in everything I do.

“Sorry.” The most gentle voice is coming from the jean jacket. He’s so pretty. Big brown eyes, super high cheekbones, heart shaped face with soy sauce dripping down his chin. “I think the waiter put my order with yours.”

“It’s OK.”

I want to say more but he’s so good looking. He’s wiping his face clean and putting his phone away. I continue to stare at him when he flags the waiter over and explains what’s going on. He’s so professional and calm.

“Thank you for clearing that up.” I say when we’ve finished paying for our food.

I look around and my friends have left me. Likely, they were all too drunk to realize they left me behind. I sort of freak out, text my best friend that I’m going home from the restaurant since I don’t want to get lost trying to find them.

“Can I buy you an ice cream?” I look up and the cute stranger is staring at me. “I feel bad about the mixup.”

I’m super shy but I’m a little drunk and this stranger doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable.

“Sure.”

As we get up and leave, we exchange name. I tell Taeyong he has a really cool name. He is super modest about it, thanks me and asks me how my night is going.

“My friends and I were at that new club, and it was so much fun. I’m feeling good.”

Like a dork who does before she thinks, I start doing my silly little dance moves. Laugh at myself, and I feel super embarrassed but also flattered when Taeyong nods along a bit as if he feels the same beats as me. We laugh together and I notice how cute the shape of his nose is from the side profile. T_T Girl, I’m a sucker for cute guys with pretty smiles. And his smile is so cute!

“Um what about you? It’s so late to eat and drink all by yourself in a busy bar.”

I feel so bad for asking when the lights disappear from his eyes and his shoves his hands into his jacket pockets. His smile is gone, but a closed mouth half grin appears as he stops and stares at me. He rolls his eyes - so cute - and looks behind him.

“What’s your favorite flavor of ice cream?”

He heads into a convenience store and I follow. In my platform boots and cupcake skirt. Seeing our reflections faintly on the fridge doors to the drinks, I want to laugh. We look like a scene couple from the 2000s.

I feel myself blushing. OK, he’s cute and all but don’t go straight to thinking BOYFRIEND MATERIAL. Taeyong is talking and pulling a drink out but I’m too busy freaking out that this guy is actually really freaking cute and I’m hanging out with him.

I finally tell him that my favorite flavor of ice cream is chocolate, and I have to tell myself that my drunk ass needs to stop day dreaming. I guess that his favorite flavor is strawberry and my heart melts when he laughs and says his favorite is green tea.

I get a coffee boba popsicle and he gets an orange sorbet. I really have no idea where Taeyong and I are going but the ice cream is good and he bought me a bottle of water. T_T And he got my favorite brand of water.

I’m in love.

I mean- no. No, I’m not.

But he’s like....so cute and clearly we’re vibing.

I realize he’s way drunker than me when he trips over the concrete and spills the sorbet all over his front. We’re actually really close to my flat, so I offer to help him clean up at my place.

My flat is small. Studio so I have no couch, just a bed. No TV. But a laptop and desk! I also am lucky to have a sink and hot plate. And of course, a kitchen table.

Taeyong sits on one of the kitchen chairs as I wet a tea towel at the sink.

“I really like your fashion,” I say, drunken ramble tumbling out of mouth - out of my control. “The way the leather pants and blue denim go together is so...is it 1980s or 90s that leather was huge? Both, I suppose? And your shirt! It’s all orange now.”

He’s so quiet and I feel so stupid. I realize we’ve been staring at each other. I’m way drunker than I realize when we kiss.

Usually I will be freaking out and push the person away and tell them I have to think. Yes, dork. I know.

But drunk me. I like how he kisses so I kiss him back.

~

I wake up in bed and Taeyong’s gone. I don’t even remember falling asleep ToT

I’d been much, much drunker than I thought. ToT

On my kitchen table is a note.

“Thank you for letting me sleep over. - Taeyong”

He also wrote his number.

This means he likes me, right?

*I’ll probably add more to this day dream if I think more about it!*

[panakina]

As someone who spent over a decade catering luxury events, let me add some back of house info:

These events are almost always open bar. They're not trying to make their money back on alcohol. They want you to drink and eat and donate generously.

If there are cocktails, there will be at most two on offer, pre-made in large tubs. You cannot order a different version, it is what it is.

There are two types of events: cocktail style or seated. The first includes roaming hors d'oeuvres or a fancy buffet with tiny plates called a grazing station. For a long night, the roaming food will get a little bigger throughout the evening and have a 'main' at some point based around a protein.

A seated event will usually be more structured and may include multiple courses. Silver service is not in vogue anymore. You are likely to get either alternating meals brought to you like at a wedding, or served banquet style. A good caterer can get a plate to everyone in a 300 person event in about three minutes.

Drunk people are the same no matter how expensive their suits. They still laugh too loud, spill their drinks and slip on the dance floor. They are usually less embarrassed about doing coke in the bathrooms.

A full scale event that starts at 6pm will have staff arriving at noon to begin setup. Earlier if there's a light show or pyrotechnics. Typically venues don't just have 30 tables and three hundred chairs lying around, let alone table cloths, chair covers, etc. It's all rented and brought in on the day. Bands and DJs will be running audio tests in the background throughout.

Most heritage buildings that host these things, like museums and manor houses, aren't really designed for them. They might put down mats so you're not walking in stilettos over two hundred year old wooden floors, the kitchens are weirdly far away, and there are not enough taps. There is never anywhere for staff to sit, so if you open the wrong door you might find half a dozen waiters sitting on upturned milk crates in a room full of million dollar paintings, eating the left over bread.

Really old buildings don't have enough bathrooms, which means the staff will be sharing with the guests.

Clean up starts the second the event ends, if not sooner. Unattended glasses will start to disappear first, then table decorations. When the timer ticks over, the lights come back on and exhausted staff strip the tables, pack up dirty glasses and unopened wine bottles and have to Tetris it all into the back of a van. The venue is booked for that day only, so everything has to be gone before anyone can go home. A large event that finishes at midnight might take until 3am to be cleared away.

These are very long and physically demanding nights for anyone working them. The staff all get to know each other, and will absolutely notice someone trying to sneak in wearing a borrowed uniform. They are not being paid enough to care.

Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:

Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.

You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.

When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.

A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)

Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)

The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.

Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.

Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.

[avenging-fandoms]

kinda just wanna give jj a kiss. imagine being a kook and him falling for you because you're not like them at all, but you're better at hiding your relationship with him than john b and sarah

a party with your family was not something you wanted to attend. you hated everyone on the island, all their fake smiles and a stick up their ass about everything.

you didn’t mind going to parties with your family when jj maybank was working. your friends warned you about him— just because he “wasn’t like us” which translates to rich stuck up assholes.

“yn! let’s go!” your father yelled and you sat on the edge of your bed. you looked at your phone and unlocked it, opening your texts with jj and sending him a picture of you in your dress.

yn: in case you're not working tonight, i wanted to show you my dress for the party :)

"i'm coming!" you yell back and lock your phone, grabbing your clutch and heading down the stairs. you headed to the car and sat in the back seat, staring out the window. you smile as you saw jj's boat in the water at the dock near his house.

the party was already filled with bodies, all of the people you didn't want to be around. your parents and you get out of the car, and your eyes immediately scanned for jj as the 3 of you walked into the door. the camerons' greeted your family as it was their party, and your mouth was in a straight line.

"oh come on, pretty girl, smile! it's a party!" ward smiled at you and you gave him a sarcastic smile. you excused yourself and turned the corner, bumping into a waiter with a tray, the drinks falling all on you.

"oh my god, i am so sorry, miss" you could recognize that voice anywhere and you bit back a smile. jj's eyes met yours and he calmed down a bit, but was still frantically picking up the tray and glass.

"no need to apologize, it was an accident" you helped him pick up the big pieces of glass, and he waved you off. "let me help, it was my fault too" no one was watching you two anymore and you both stood up. "just help me get this champagne out of my dress, please?"

"of course, miss, anything" jj was still panicking and you two headed to the bathroom. you let the door close and you locked the door, smiling at jj.

"miss?" you teased and he groaned softly, making you laugh. you walked over and held his face, kissing him slowly.

"you taste like champagne" jj mumbled against your mouth and you giggle, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. "i missed you, kook"

"oh god, don't call me that" it was now your turn to groan and jj's kisses trailed down your neck, and over your exposed chest. you hum and grip his hair, looking down at him as he kissed your sticky chest from the alcohol.

your phone rang and you pulled it out of your clutch, eyes widening at your dad calling. "hey, pops, what's up?" you looked down at jj who sat you against the sink, pushing up your dress.

"where did you go!?" his voice was loud yet in a whisper, and you held a moan as jj kissed your pussy over your underwear. you bit your lip and tried to keep your composure as jj teased you.

"one of those stupid pogues bumped into me and spilled all the champagne on me and my dress. so he's cleaning it up" you muted the phone and let out a sigh laced with a moan as jj pushed your underwear to the side and blew air on your dripping core.

"good. i should have him fired for that stunt" your father spoke and your eyes bugged, shaking your head.

"no, dad! no need, you'll see him crying when he's done, i'm not letting him forget he ruined my night" you roll your eyes and lean back against the mirror, gripping jj's hair. "alright, pops, i'll see you when he's done cleaning his mess. i love you"

your father said something before he hung up but you didn't care, dropping your phone and clutch in the sink as jj swirled his tongue around your swollen clit. your leg draped over his shoulder and you cover your mouth as you wanted to scream his name.

jj without warning stood up and wiped his mouth. you look at him as he had a shit eating grin on his face. "why'd you stop?"

"shouldn't you be ashamed of letting a stupid pogue giving you that much pleasure?" he winked and you shake your head, falling on him and kissing him. "when can i see you again, yn? i miss you" jj's nose pressed against your neck and your hands gripped his bicep.

"i told my parents i'm going on vacation with kiara's family next week, so if you don't mind.." you smile and he twirls you, making you giggle and kiss him again.

"you can stay with me for as long as you want baby" you smile and kiss him again, grabbing a paper towel and wetting it, dabbing your dress. jj watched you in the mirror, biting his nail. "are you sure you want me, yn? you could have rafe.. or topper.. someone who won't get you in trouble"

"jj maybank" you stood up and threw the paper towel away, holding his face as he looked at the floor. "look at me, baby, please" jj's eyes met yours and you held his gaze. "i would do anything for you, jj. i don't give a shit what anyone says. i will always want you. you are the guy for me. rafe and topper are boring and they're fucking dickheads. you.. you are kind. you see me for me and not who my dad is" you kissed him softly, jj pulling you in tightly.

"i'm sorry, yn, i just get so worried about ruining your life" you shake your head, smiling and stroking his cheek. "i just can't imagine losing you"

"well stop imagining that, because it's never going to happen" your fingers held his vest tightly as you kissed him for a couple minutes, not knowing the next time you would get one. "alright, i have to play my asshole kook part again. just know, it's never real and i really do like you" jj chuckles and nods, kissing you again.

you unlock the door and kiss him quickly before swinging the door open. "i'm really sorry again!" jj yelled and you huffed, rafe grabbing your arm.

"let go of me, rafe" you swing your arm out of his grip, wiping his germs off. "what do you want?"

"do you need me to beat that pogue up for ruining that dress?" rafe looked you up and down and you crossed your arms over your chest, shaking your head.

"you're ridiculous, rafe cameron. thinking fighting will fix everything. for starters, i handled him. i didn't need any help from my dad, and i especially don't need any help from you. excuse me" you bump into him purposefully and find your family. "do i look okay?"

"you look beautiful" your mother smiled and you thanked her, grabbing a glass of water and taking small sips.

jj stayed away from you and your family, rightfully so. you texted him not to come near because you didn't want your dad to make a scene like you did with rafe.

the night ended with you driving off into the night, sneaking out when your parents fell asleep to meet up with jj. he gave you a new meaning of life, something to live for. he was your reason for breathing, and you were his.

[mintmatcha]

The mess starts almost immediately, when he arrives fifteen minutes late. You've been sitting there, wearing your pinchiest shoes and your itchiest top- the one that shows just enough chest to allure, but not entice.

"I'm sorry-" His brow is dripping with sweat- he either ran from the train station or he's nervous. Maybe both. Hiruguma slides into his seat and adjusts his tie, up, then back down, then up again, not quite meeting your eye. "Trial went longer than I anticipated."

Oddly enough, he looks better than his pictures. The darkness under his eyes isn't quite as dramatic as it appeared on your friend's broken phone screen. His dark hair isn't slicked back and he's at least trying to smile.

You're attracted to him and that makes you feel guilty.

"It's okay." You try to laugh, try to maintain normalcy, gesturing to the poured glasses in front of you. "I ordered us a bottle of wine while I was waiting, so I hope you like red."

The man gives you the wobbliest smile you've ever seen, one that doesn't meet his eyes.

"I do." It's his turn to fake a laugh. "A bit too much, actually, uh-"

He loops his finger under the knot of his tie again, turning his head towards the door. His profile is strong, a romantic, roman nose bridge that hooks down and an adam's apple that bobs as he swallows. "I'm an alcoholic."

Fuck. Shit. Your face is so hot that you could fry an egg on it. You adjust in your seat and the pleather squeaks.

"Oh." is all you can muster. Some things start clicking in your brain. Last year, a partner at the firm that had almost been fired due to rumored drinking problems. You don't work there, but the stories you heard were bad. Really, horribly bad.

"I'm sorry, I don't-- " he exhales, dotting his brow on his sleeve. The gentle piano music does nothing to cut the awkward silence between the both of you. "That's not a first date conversation, I'm sorry. I should have just said 'no, thank you.' I haven't- this is my first date since the divorce-- that's probably not first date material either, is it?"

When Hiruguma turns back to you, he bumps the table with his knee and the silverware chatters together. The wine in his glass sloshes down the side. He also dots that with his sleeve, holding back a sigh.

"This is going really badly, isn't it?" he says to himself. "Maybe I do need a drink."

You snatch both glasses back. You were the asshole for assuming everyone drinks; just because Nanami always-

You shake that out of your head.

"It's my fault-- I shouldn't have assumed-- let me pour in back into the bottle." You tip your glass and try to aim for the mouth of the bottom, moving as slowly as you can, inching the liquid forward.

"It's fine, really, it's going to-"

You tip it too quickly and the red gurgle down the sides of your glass and down your knuckles, on to the white table cloth. Panic pounds in your ears and has you jumping up, knocking over the over glass in the process and painting the whole table and Hiruguma's shirt in wine. Quivering overtakes your body as you just watch the mess get worse and worse--

"Spill." He stands with a heaving sigh. The rest of the restaurant has gone quiet except for curious murmuring. A waiter rushes over with handfuls of rags, blabbing about how she'll clean up as soon as she can.

"I'm so, so, sorry- this was-- I-" You're voice cracks and you realize you're somehow on the brink of tears. This is all too soon, you're moving on too fast. Being here with someone else is a betrayal to what you once had and this whole disaster just proves it. "Fuck."

Higuruma's chin shoots up and he finally looks at you, horror creeping over his features.

"Please, don't cry."

The plea has your lower lip wobbling. You're not going to cry. You're done crying. The last year feels like it's been nothing but tears. You should be empty by now, every ounce of sadness and water wrung from your body, but somehow, there are still kernels of sorrow inside you, waiting to pop up at the worst times.

The worst part is that all you want is to be held right now, to be told that it's okay, that these things happen, but there's no one to turn to, no one to-

"Oh, please don't. These things happen."

Hiruguma says it so sweetly, so earnestly, that something in you snaps. The sob heaves from you before you can stop it and it's all you can do to turn and run. You're aware of the eyes, of the laughter and shock and din around you, but you just can't bring yourself to care as you dash to the door. The fresh air brings you some clarity, so you suck it through your teeth as quickly as you can, trying to even out your sputtering. Shallow breaths have your vision spotted and you try to do what your therapist told you to do: deep, even breathing, focused on the core of each breath.

Whatever that means.

Somehow, you managed to pull yourself together, only a few tears shed, but the shame of it all is beginning to hit. Maybe you'll never be ready for this. Maybe you'll end up dying alone. It's not fair, how love was ripped so brutally from you that now it feels like nothing will even pack the wound enough that you'll stop bleeding.

A couple minutes later, the door to the restaurant swings open and your date creeps out, rubbing the back of his neck. His once white shirt is almost completely purple and his face is pink with embarrassment. At first, he doesn't say anything, just choosing to stand at your side.

"Listen, I-" he tries.

"My husband died last year."

You don't know why you say it.

"Cancer. Doctors told us we had six months and he died three weeks later. I'm still in love with him and I probably always will be." You wipe your cheeks until they are dry, hands streaked with bits of mascara. "Now we've both said things we shouldn't on the first date."

The corner of his mouth twitches into a brief smile, then falls again.

"I'm sorry. He was lucky to have you."

Kento could have had any woman in the world. You were the lucky one.

"Thank you." You gesture to his ruined shirt. "I'm sorry about the wine."

"It's okay," Hiruguma says. "Not the worst date I've been on."

"That can't be true."

"You're right."

You laugh and it feels raw and strange in your throat. When he smiles, it's more sincere than it was previously.

"We really aren't meant to be, are we?"

"No, absolutely not," he replies.

"Kira is going to be disappointed."

"Oh, she's going to yell at me for not treating you well."

"She's going to be mad that I didn't sleep with you!"

He laughs this time, smiling so wide his eyes crinkle closed. There's a smattering of grey at his temples, glinting in the light as he moves. This time, when you think about how pretty he is, you feel less guilty.

"You can tell her that you did." He scuffs his shoe against the concrete. "Just day it was average."

"The sex or you?"

"Both, preferably."

"I'll tell her it was astonding and you were huge, how does that sound?"

"Like a lot of pressure." Hiruguma adjusts his tie again. "I don't want to start a rumor I can't live up to."

"Okay, I'll tell her that you were so normal in every regard."

"Well, no one is going to believe that either."

After the death of your husband, Kento, your friend sets you up with a lawyer they often clerk with. This is mostly against your will.

[leossmoonn]

Sexy Doctor

masterlist

pairing - jess mariano x gn!reader

type - fluff, angst

note / request - requested by @baileylovestaylor13 “happy happy 2k !! can u do something jess mariano x reader where r screws up at lukes, sprains an ankle or something, & then jess helps/comforts them, etc. thank u <33” I am so sorry for the wait. It took me a long time to get motivation to write this lol

summary - jess takes care of you after you sprain your ankle 

warnings / includes - mild language, little suggestive (if you squint), food consumption, talk abt meds, detail about sprained ankle, crying

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*gif isn’t mine*

“Since when did you get so clumsy?” Jess smirked.

You rolled your eyes and kicked his shin with your good foot. “Shut up. I slipped on water that was on the floor that somebody didn’t clean it up.”’

“Hey, don’t look at me,” he smiled. “I’m not a janitor.”

“You are an employee here,” you muttered. “Who actually was supposed to be working today. Luke deducts money from you if you don’t work, you know.”

Jess shrugged, “My mom gives me money whenever. Plus, Kirk was the one who spilled the water. He should’ve cleaned it up. He’s an asshole.”

“Yeah, but he didn’t. Now my ass hurts and I have a sprained ankle,” you sighed.

“I’m sorry, baby. I wish I could heal you magically.”

You giggled, “Really?” “Yeah, I hate seeing you in pain,” he nodded.

“Hmm,” you nodded skeptically. He frowned, “Why do you look so shocked?”

“I’m not,” you said. “You are. Why?” He asked.

You shrugged sheepishly. “I’ve just never heard you say that type of fluffy stuff.”

“Fluffy stuff?” He scoffed. You grinned, “Yeah. Fluffy stuff.”

“Never say that my words are fluffy. They are normal for a boyfriend who loves his girlfriend,” he said.

You laughed again. “No, they’re fluffy words.”

He shot you a glare, trying to bite back the smile creeping on his face. You annoyed him the most, but you also made his heart grow three times the size each day. It was like you were Christmas and he was the Grinch. He technically was. He was always snapping and glaring at everyone. But with you, he was usually smiling and making jokes that were not rude. 

“I think you're rubbing off on me. I never used to be this kind and caring, you know,” he stated. 

You grinned, “Might not be such a bad thing.” 

“It is because it’s ruining my bad-boy persona.”

You snorted, “I think you’ll live.” “Isn’t that what made you fall for me?” He smirked. 

“Nope. It was your big heart and positive attitude,” you joked.

“I think you’re a little high on pain meds,” he chuckled. 

“Well, my ankle does hurt. I’m guessing I can’t take more?” You asked.

“Nope. Not until another six hours.”

“Ugh. I hate having you as my doctor. You follow the rules for once.”

He smirked, “Weren’t you saying I was the sexiest doctor you have ever seen?”

Heat crept up your face and you lowered your gaze. You stared at your foot that was in his lap. He was wrapping your ankle as the ice was sitting over the swollen bone.

“And the most annoying,” you stated. He let out a hearty laugh. “I’ll take it.”

You smiled and looked back up at him. You leaned back in your chair, letting out a big sigh. You couldn’t believe you had sprained your ankle because of a small puddle of water. It was pathetic, honestly.

You were running around the diner, trying to take orders and wash dishes at the same time. Caesar was out sick, so Luke had been pushing out meals all day. Jess refused to work, per usual. He was sitting at the bar, reading and drinking coffee. Lane wasn’t in because she took an off day to practice with her band. That left you to be the one and only waiter.

You loved Jess, but you hated working with him. He was so uncooperative. You had to make deals with him to get him to work. It was tiring. But he immediately got out of his chair to help you the second you slipped and fell.

You’d never seen him so heroic, honestly. He was down on the floor with you, asking you where it hurt and making sure you were okay. After he got you in a chair with ice on your ankle, he tracked down Kirk, who had run out of the diner, and yelled at him for a good ten minutes before coming back to take care of you.

He even took you to the hospital. A place he hated. He sat in the waiting room and even called your mom so he could fill out the paperwork correctly. It was all so sweet. You knew Jess loved you and cared for you, he told you everyday and every night that he loved you. He was always taking you out for lunch and buying you new CDs and books, but he was never liked this, though. 

For as long as you’ve known him, he’d proven himself as not the caregiver type. The only person he ever looked out for was himself. Until you came. He was your personal butler whenever you asked. Except for when you asked him to work. He hated the diner and working in general. 

“How does it feel?” Jess asked. He put the ace bandage  behind him on the table. “Still hurts, but it feels better,” you replied.

“I’ll bring my crutches down,” he said. “You have crutches?” You raised a brow.

“Yep.”

“Did you steal them somewhere?”

He rolled his eyes. “No. They’re Luke’s, actually. He broke his leg a while ago.”

“Huh. Interesting,” you hummed. “I’ll be right back.” He pecked your cheek and ran up the stairs. He came back a few seconds later, carrying two huge crutches. He set them down against the table.

“You wanna get up?” He asked. “Yeah,” you nodded. 

Jess took the bag of ice that was on your ankle and emptied it into the sink. You went to get up yourself, but you accidentally put pressure on your foot. Tears welled up in your eyes and winced in pain. You held yourself up with on hand on your chair as you tried to wipe away the forming tears.

“Why didn’t you wait for me?” Jess asked. He put his arm around your waist and let you lean into him for support. He wiped away your tears with his thumb and pressed a tender kiss to your temple. 

“Wanted to do something myself,” you mumbled. “Since when were you such a hard-ass?” He smirked. 

“You must be rubbing off on me,” you smirked. 

Jess chuckled, “Is that a bad thing?” “Don’t know. We’ll see,” you shrugged. 

He grabbed one of the crutches and put it under your left arm, which was the side with your sprained ankle. 

“Thanks,” you hummed. “Of course,” he replied. 

He slipped the other crutch under your other arm. He kept his arm wrapped around you as he helped you up the stairs. If you fell, then you would have to take another trip to the hospital, which was something you both wanted to avoid. He opened the apartment door for you, helping you to the bed. He elevated your foot and got you another ice pack after you got comfortable. 

“I’ll put the brace on before you go to bed,” he said. “I can do it myself, you know,” you stated. 

“You need to keep your foot elevated. Doctor’s orders.”

You snorted, “Since when did you listen to higher-authorities?” “I want you to get better. As soon as that happens, then we can have sex again,” he remarked jokingly. 

“And who says I can’t have sex with a sprained ankle?” You raised a brow. Jess laughed, “I don’t want you saying ow every second. It’ll ruin the moment.” 

“Fair enough,” you nodded. “Can you give me the remote? I wanna watch Grey’s.”

“You really want to watch a medical show after you just got out of the hospital?” Jess asked. 

“Callie is pregnant and I wanna see what happens! I would’ve found out the other night, but someone wanted to watch The Conjuring.” 

“I feel like you’re targeting me,” he cocked his head to the side. You shrugged with a grin. “Maybe I am. Better watch out.”

“Alright. We can watch the doctor show,” he sighed. He climbed into bed with you. He slipped his arm around you and pulled you close. You laid your head on his shoulder and hooked your arm around his. You cuddled into him as well as you could without hurting your ankle. 

“Thank you for you taking care of me,” you whispered. “It’s no problem. It’s kinda fun being a doctor,” he said. 

You raised a brow. “You wanna be done?”

He chuckled, “Nah. I’m not smart enough.” You smacked his shoulder and glared at him disapprovingly. “Don’t say that. Yes, you are. You just don’t try.” 

He shrugged in admittance. “I wouldn’t want to do surgery.”

“You can be a Pediatrician who doesn’t do surgery. Or an orthopedic specialist. They don’t always do surgery,” you said. 

He hummed in thought. He waited for a few moments before answering. “Too much school. I don’t even know if the pay is good.” “You’ll be saving lives. Like the doctor that saved mine today.”

“Doctor Ruthford didn’t save your life. You would’ve lived without a foot,” Jess remarked. 

“That’s right. He didn’t save my life. You did by driving me to the hospital and scaring the shit out of Kirk.” You turned to him with a huge grin. You leaned close to him and whispered in his ear. “I love you, Jess.”

He kissed the top of your head, holding you close to him. “I love you more.”

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That Way

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

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Summary: But as you look at how Natasha shifts from foot to foot, a twinkle in her eye, you can't help but think—friends don't look at friends that way.

Warnings: A N G S T

Notes: WHEWwww I was out to hurt feelings today. If I see any biphobic comments in my notes, I will block you 💕

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You stand in the back, unnoticed by everyone, as you lean against the wall and stare at Natasha.

She looks beautiful tonight. Well, she always looked beautiful, but you could tell that she had put extra effort into her appearance tonight. Natasha had taken hours to find the perfect dress and heels. She took hours curling her hair into loose curls and keeping them in place. You had watched her do her makeup delicately, choosing red lipstick because it made everything about her pop out.

Your eyes had scanned the room briefly. It was rather crowded as all of Tony's get-togethers are. You think it's kind of funny how easy it was for you to blend into the wall at the back.

You dressed up tonight, too, though you doubt anyone really noticed. Your hands rested behind you, crossed and trapped between the wall and your back. You had your knee bent as your foot rested at the angle against the wall.

You stare at Natasha, who's standing with Steve. People like them stand out, no matter how crowded the room is.

"Hey, loner."

You look over, startled to see Wanda slide up to you and join you by being a wallflower.

"Hey," you say softly, turning your head back. Wanda follows your gaze, quicker to catch at what you're staring at because it's not like you're being subtle.

She's speaking with Steve, and her hands are gripping the neck of her champagne glass tightly—a habit you know she does when she's nervous.

She's laughing at whatever Steve is saying, cheeks slightly pink. They look good together. The unabashed way you stare in their direction must make people think you're the other woman trying to come between them. If only they knew that the ring on your left hand had been a promise to you made by Natasha.

"Do you want to go grab a drink or dance?" Wanda asks because it just fucking kills her to see you standing here, staring at Natasha and breaking your own heart.

"No, it's okay," you answer softly, unable to rip your gaze away.

You should look away.

But it's like a sickness you can't stop. You can't stop staring at how Natasha's body is open to Steve, how he's leaning closer to her. Steve's hands are jammed deep into his pocket, a boyish shyness to him and a charming smile directed right at Natasha.

Things had changed since the two of them had been on the run together. You stayed because someone had to help them from the inside. Now you sorely regret not going on the run with them too. Would it have been different if you had?

Would you be the one standing with Natasha, flushed from flirting and the champagne as you stood a little too close?

It's hard to say since things have been different for so long now. You're suddenly hyperaware of how stupid you must be for hanging on as long as you have.

"C'mon," Wanda says as she grabs your arm to pull you towards them. You feel your stomach drop, anxiousness creeping up at the thought of approaching your own wife.

They don't seem to notice you and Wanda coming closer, and that feels worse.

"Hey, guys," Wanda butts in, her tone rather terse.

The two of them turn, almost surprised to be caught off-guard.

"Hey," Natasha says warmly as she smiles at you and kisses you on the cheek.

You want to feel happy for the gesture of affection, but you just feel empty. But you play the part of the loving wife with nothing wrong.

"Hi, babe," you smile lightly at her back before she turns back to Steve, and they jump back into whatever conversation they were in before you interrupted.

There should be some comfort in the fact that Natasha has her arm loosely around your waist, but there isn't. You stand there, lost. Listening half-heartedly to their conversation, you realize quickly it isn't anything you can contribute to.

You're just—there.

Your skin feels itchy. You feel like you're not even in your own body.

Look away. Look. Away.

You feel something clawing at your throat, desperate to say something. Desperate to make yourself noticed.

Before you can say anything, there's a sudden commotion. Some young business associate had drunk way too much as he started stumbling about. He bumped into a nearby waiter, sending the man toppling over, his tray of champagnes falling everywhere.

Your body tenses as its first reaction, and you suddenly feel splashes of cold liquid hit you all over. The moment is over quickly as you stand there with wide eyes.

There's champagne all over you. It's in your hair and drenched your front. You can faintly taste it on your lips, and you feel—sticky.

But none of that mattered.

None of that mattered because you see Wanda, Natasha, and Steve looking at you, shocked when you look up.

Your waist was cold, and it was cold because Natasha and Steve stood a little further away than they were before.

The realization of what happened makes you feel colder than the champagne you're drenched in.

Natasha had dropped her hand around your waist and had moved to push Steve out of the way.

Your wife's instinct was to save Steve.

That desperation in your throat morphed into rawness, and your eyes sting.

"Oh, god, honey," Natasha instantly started to say as she moved to you. "Are you okay? Let me—"

"I got it," Wanda cut in harshly, and you look over for the first time.

Part of Wanda's hand is wet, with droplets of champagne on her clothes and hair.

The second realization had you stifling a choked sob.

Wanda had tried to move you out of the way. Your wife's first thought wasn't you.

Natasha frowned. "No, I can—"

"You're a little busy, aren't you?" Wanda sniped, and Natasha is taken back by the tone. She frowned, opening her mouth to say something when you cut in.

"It's fine," you croaked, forcing your mouth to smile, even if your lips are trembling. "Wanda and I are the only ones who got it. We can go clean up. You should stay here."

Natasha seemed to stare at you, pensive, before she nodded, and it cracked your chest open a little more.

She used to never accept so easily.

Natasha turned to Wanda warily, who turned away and acted like she was grumpy from having champagne spilled on her.

You give Natasha one last reassuring smile that she returns before she turns back to Steve. He looked at you curiously, as if to ask if you were okay and you wanted to scream at him—scream and tell him to find his own woman.

But you let Wanda lead you away.

The commotion easily faded away, and people resume back like nothing happened—like your ribs hadn't been cracked open for everyone to see the final shatter of your heart.

You can't help but look back. See? It was a sickness.

Natasha had said multiple times that you had nothing to worry about, that she loved you. She told you Steve was just a friend.

But as you look at how Natasha shifts from foot to foot, a twinkle in her eye, you can't help but think—friends don't look at friends that way.

Part Two: Play the Part

[alreadyblondenow]

Two is better than one

Pairing: Lifeguard!Mark Lee x female!reader

Genre: SMUT, FLUFF

WC: 2,857k

Warnings: unprotected sex, couch sex, quickie, swearing, mentions of making out, this drabble is very light smut and fluffy HEHE

A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I have time. Please let me be, I just want to write something fluffy for Mark to take away all my stress. For Neo Smut Collective’s Sunny Side.

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There’s this one guy in school that your friends have been telling you to date during summer vacation because you’re the only single gal in your circle of friends. Of course that’s completely fine, but whenever your friends has double dates and they wanted you to come, you simply turn them down because you don’t want to be a burden during their date.

“And that’s why we’ve been telling you to date Mark, give him a chance, he’s a nice dude. Not to mention very good looking,” Your friend whines while she scans the clothes on the rack.

“I know what he looks like and I know that he’s nice,” you giggle at what your friend said, “but we don’t know if he wants to date. What if he’s perfectly fine with being single too? Seriously you guys, you’re wasting your time. I’m fine with being single,”

“Oh honey you can’t fool us. Admit it, you don’t want to date Mark because you want him to earn it, and not because we set you up with him” she smirked.

If you’re being honest, what she said was partly true. Partly. It’s true that yes, you wanted him to make the first move and actually like you first before you go on a date with him. And what you said earlier about being happy while you’re single is also true.

And the reason why you wanted him to like you first is because there’s no doubt that you will like him back. He’s Mark Lee. The guy is basically perfect and you knew already that falling for him is not going to be hard. He’s cool, funny, loud and you heard that he’s actually nice with everyone and not in a flirty way.

Given that you’re single and you’re used to do things alone, on a perfectly good day and nice weather, you decided to get some sun at the beach alone. With your juice on the side and a book on your hand, this day is going to be perfect you thought.

But while you were admiring the beach while siping on your drink, you saw a familiar figure sitting on the lifeguard chair which immediately made you remove your sunglasses so you could have a good look at him and to confirm your own judgement if you were right. And yes, you were right. It’s Mark Lee. Guarding the beach with no shirt on and just wearing his beach shorts... looking so hot and handsome with his shades on while smiling back to you.

Wait-

Just when you realized that he caught you looking at him, you feel so jumpy and nervous for no reason and you avoided him immediately. Going back to reading your book, just reading and not actually understanding a word. But when you saw him come down from that tall chair and saw him heading towards you, you suddenly got up and gathered your stuff with panic movements.

“Is she avoiding me?” Mark murmured to himself while walking towards you. “Wait! Look behind you-“ he shouted and tried warning you about the waiter carrying a tray of cold beverages. But too late because you already bumped on him and spilled different kinds of juices on your swimsuit.

“Don’t worry about it I’ll pay for it” he said to you while wrapping a towel around you and keeping you close to him. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up”

And just like that, without further discussions, you found yourself in Mark’s arms. Heading over their backdoor and you, entering his house for the first time. Everything happened so fast that you didn’t have time to refuse his offer of getting you cleaned up. He brought you straight to his cozy room, preparing the bathroom for you and telling you that if you need anything else just call him.

“Uhm... Mark?” You shout from the bathroom.

“Yeah? You need something?”

“My clothes are ruined and wet because of the juice-“

“Right, uhm... Gotcha! I-I’ll leave the clothes on the floor, okay” and off he goes to his closet to look for something that you could wear. Mark was all jumpy and nervous as he heads to the bathroom door and leave the clothes on the floor. This was all his fault, if he didn’t startled you by running towards you at the beach, you would’ve stayed in your comfort under the sun and the accident wouldn’t happen.

“I’ll pay for the damage and I’ll make sure to bring your clothes back immediately”

“No, don’t worry about it. Uhm... the restaurant, we own it. So don’t worry about it” he said nervously. Smiling so big in front of you. “So you know my name, huh? Why’d you ran off like that earlier?”

“Hmm. To be honest I got shy. And it’s so stupid, now I’m humiliated” you put your on your face and let out an awkward laugh, Mark did too but you notice that he can’t stop looking at you. That’s when you noticed that he has a pretty big head, beautiful eyes and sharp cheekbones. In other words, you’ve never appreciated his handsome features quite this close.

At the end of the day, Mark walked you home and you had a good talk with him. Taking it as a chance for apologizing to him for whenever you don’t show up during planned double dates. Turns out he never showed up too. Does that means he’s not interested with dating? Or with you in general?

A week after that unforgettable interaction with Mark, you found yourself looking at the neatly folded sweatpants and hoodie in front of you while thinking long and hard if you’re going to message Mark first and let him know that you’re going to his house to bring back the clothes... but it looks like you’re flirting with him already and you don’t like that... “fuck it” you murmured and head to their house just because you knew you’d have to return his clothes eventually. And just when you were a couple of blocks away, he came from behind and tickled you on your waist. Making you jolt and turn around with quick and sharp movements. He giggled and greeted you with a handsome smile, surprised that he even looked dashing with a shirt on.

“No lifeguard duty?” you asked, returning his big smiles with awkward ones.

“Just finished, that’s why you have no choice but to hang out with me” he said confidently like you two have been friends for a long time already.

Funny how just a week ago, you and your friend were debating whether you should give Mark a chance to take you out but you still refused because you wanted him to make the first move first. And now as you two hang out together in their house, watched the sunset by the beach with a couple of beers on the side, you can see that you’ve been missing quite a lot.

“So you’re saying that you’ve been waiting for me all this time?” he said out of nowhere while eating a pizza crust. You’re now in their kitchen, eating pizza and having more beers with him. Getting a little too friendlier than earlier.

“Not really waiting. I wasn’t expecting anything, but off topic...You’re cuter than I expected you to be” and just as the words came out from your mouth, you don’t know where the bravery came from. This must be the alcohol’s doing, you thought. You tried to avert your focus on other things like munching a few chips and finishing your beer in one down. Thinking of a better escape for this awkward situation that you started but before you come down from the kitchen counter, he confidently went in between your legs and came closer to you. So close that you can smell each other’s breath and smell the sweet flavor of the alcohol... but Mark wanted more than smelling you.

He wanted to taste your lips, and so he did.

Tongue swiping on your lips the moment his touched yours. Letting him dominate the kiss while he reaches for your arms and make you embrace him. He smiled and put the kiss to a halt.

“How’s that for my first move?” He smirked and placed another sweet kiss on your lips. And the next thing you know you and Mark are exchanging kisses nonstop until you reached their living and continue what you’re doing on their soft couch. Sitting comfortably on Mark’s lap, legs on both sides, while your hands are all over him.

“Take these off, let’s have some fun” he whispered while tugging your shorts. Completely aware that he’s brave and confident like this because of the alcohol push.

“Oh Mark Lee, you’ve been challenging me lately huh”

And it only takes a few seconds for you and Mark to get naked from waist down and go back to your previous position. Oh you wanted to feed your lust and look at his cock just for a few seconds but you need him already.

“Parents will be home soon, fuck-“ he informed you while you put his cock inside you slowly. Breathing heavily when you finally moved your hips slowly, then fast. You watch him furrow his brows, rest his arm on his head and watch you move with lidded eyes as you fuck him good. “Faster” he requested, grabbing your clothed boobs and kissing your neck that immediately put you both on edge.

With fast movements and sweet moans, soon Mark cant handle it anymore and grabbed you by the waist so fast that you didn’t even saw it coming, pulled out his cock from inside of you and pumped it while you kiss him during his orgasm. Not giving a fuck if his cum stains on their couch.

“I was planning to ask you on a date. Sorry this happened earlier than expected. I promise to try and stop myself from luring you to having sex with me. I promise” he apologized and looked at your swollen lips from kissing, tracing it gently and letting out a satisfied sigh as he tries so hard to not look down and look at your pussy.

“It’s fine with me Mark. But y-yeah. You’re right. We should do this the right way” you shyly admitted. Getting up from his lap and making yourself decent again. Why do you feel like you’re having great regrets?

After that night you and Mark did not see each other for a few weeks again. Well, mainly because you’re avoiding him and whenever you remember about the sex and how good it felt... it just feels wrong at the same time and you don’t know why you feel this way.

“Are you really not going to give Mark a chance?” your friend once again nags you about Mark. Maybe Mark kept what happened between you two and did not tell it to his friends.

“Uhm. I seriously don’t know” you answered weakly.

“Well, I hope you won’t get mad because we tricked you. He’s going to the park with us tonight”

But right before you get mad and whine about the situation, Mark and his friends appeared. And immediately forcing you two to stand beside each other.

The park was packed and busy with people wearing big smiles the whole night. You wanted to smile too and laugh loudly whenever Mark tries to make you laugh or even make a decent conversation but you’re afraid that your friends will get the wrong idea.

Good thing, Mark knew that you’re not comfortable right now especially that your friends are around. He also knew that what happened between you two completely ruined everything already, and he admits that he fucked up.

“Want to go somewhere else?”

He whispered beside you while your friends are riding the roller coaster and you and Mark are on bag duty. You wanted to say ‘yes’ of course, and you will use this time to apologize to him privately and explain what you’re really feeling.

Coming up with different excuses, you and Mark left the park and your friends separately and eventually meet him at the beach near their house. When you arrived at their house, surprisingly he set up mini picnic just for you, ordered pizza and made sure you two drink non-alcoholic beverages tonight to avoid what happened last week.

“This is not our first date. Not yet. But this is my way of apologizing for what happened. I’m sorry,”

“You did nothing wrong. I should be the one apologizing. It’s not right that I left you hanging just because my regrets got into me. I’m sorry”

After apologizing and talking about random stuff that comes out of your mouths, Mark finally had the guts to ask you something serious. Something that he has been thinking the moment his lips crashed on yours for the first time.

Firstly he admitted that he liked you. A lot. And that didn’t surprised you already because you found out with the way he kiss and hold you during the day you had sex. But what surprised you is that, you don’t feel the same way towards him even though he’s perfect.

“Honestly I was expecting myself to fall in love with you easily. But turns out you can’t really force your feelings” you said. Careful with your words so you won’t hurt him but you don’t have a choice.

“But do you want to give it a try? Give us a try?”

“I’ll think about it” you answered honestly. Because truth be told you don’t want to give him false hope.

And after a night full of truths and honesty, you and Mark remained close friends and promised each other that you will be honest with your feelings for him no matter what happens. As part of being friends, you visit Mark at the beach whenever he has lifeguard duties and wait until his shift is over to hang out or whenever it’s raining and his parents are away, you and Mark stay in their living room and watch Netflix while enjoying the weather together with his fluffy blanket covering your entire bodies.

Being single is not a problem to you, you are perfectly happy and contented with your self love and you believe that having a boyfriend will not make much of a difference in your life. And you also believe that Mark, a genuine and very lovable person, deserves someone who will shower him with love. You just can’t see yourself doing it with him.

But with almost a month of hanging out everyday, you grew fond of him that sometimes you unconsciously hug him and became unexpectedly sweet. Like that time at the beach, while watching the sun go down. You rested your chin at the top of his shoulder and decided to play with his black soft locks. Massaging his scalp while you admire him closely. Even Mark was shocked to the core when he realized that you are incredibly close. After that moment, you saw him as someone who can add up to your happiness. You’re now confident that Mark can double the happiness that you have in your heart now. Love is not easy. Loving someone is never a walk in the park. But being loved by someone like Mark, is not an opportunity that knocks on your door everyday.

Tonight is stargazing night and as usual he let you have his blanket, now your favorite blanket. It was a very tiring day for him and he accidentally fell asleep next to you. A thin mattress on the sand is not that comfortable but he will trade any comfortable bed in the world as long as you’re beside him while he rests. When he opened his eyes, the beach was blue and the sun was just about to come up. He noticed that you’re shivering, so he decided not to share with the blanket with you and give it to you completely instead.

“No, we can share. Come here” you murmured when you feel him move aside. So to keep him beside you, you wrapped your one arm around his waist and hugged him tightly. “This is better” you said, and in that very moment, even though the beach was still dark, you witness him blush and smile from ear to ear. Showing those sharp cheekbones and returning the tight hug.

“Mark,”

“Hm? Still cold?” he asked while keeping you warm using his hand, rubbing it on your shoulders.

“Not at all. But I decided to give us a try”

He let out a satisfied sigh and became instantly clingy and giggly, “Finally,”

And you were right. Mark made you happier than you could have ever imagine. But even though that he won your heart already, for Mark, he still thinks that you can leave him so easily. One mistake, one fuck up and he can ruin everything that he’s building right now. That’s why while making you happy everyday, he’s working on keeping you forever by showing you that he can love you even more each day. Showing you that two is better than one and you don’t have to experience love alone