#what do you mean YOU would feel lucky?!?$?! I’d feel like the luckiest girl in the world 🥺🥺🥺🥺

[rosicheeks]

I'd feel like the luckiest man alive to buy a beautiful girl like yourself a bunch of flowers! What are your favourite kind of flowers?

[seitmai]

“She’s damn fine, ain’t she?” He asked without really meaning to, and when he looked over at Ben and met his apprehensive gaze, he added, “Don’t answer that.” 

This cracked me up 😂

“That pizza place down the road,” Tyler answered with a grin as he started the engine. “Gonna see if I still got it.”

My guess would be yes, but lets see👀

“Yeah, uh, from one storm chaser to another,” he cleared his throat and lifted the pizza box. “Just wanted to make sure you’re fed.” Your cool facade from earlier was completely gone as you looked up at him in surprise. “Oh, wow,” you smiled at him and reached for the box. “That’s really sweet.” 

It really is sweet 🥰

Tyler shrugged and let his hand fall back down to his side. “No problem,” he mumbled and really hoped you didn’t slam the door in his face. For some reason, he wanted to get to know you, despite the unspoken rivalry between his friends and yours.  And that was how Tyler found himself sitting next to you on the motel bed, the pizza half eaten as you and he talked for hours on end. 

Oh he's still got it 🤭

And that was also the same night he fell head over heels in love with you.

🥰🥰🥰

 “Holy shit, did you see that?” Tyler yelled excitedly as he pulled into the parking lot after another successful stream. Boone jumped out of the truck and went over to Lilly while Tyler headed straight to you, and he gathered you into his arms before you could answer his question. “I did,” you laugh and wrap your arms around his shoulders as he lifts you off the ground. You return the kiss instantly, your hands reaching up to tangle in his messy hair as you press yourself even closer to him. “Are you high on adrenaline or are you just happy to see me?” You teased against his lips and he smirked, gripping your waist a bit tighter. 

This little post-storm is juat so cute and so them 🥰😍

You shrugged and trailed your hands through his hair. “People are kinda pushy, but I don’t blame them,” you smiled and slid your hands down to his biceps. “If I weren’t already your girlfriend, I’d want my shot with you, too.” Tyler grinned and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Well, lucky for you, I’ve already been snagged by the prettiest girl in Oklahoma,” he paired his words with a soft pinch to your hip, and he reveled in the quiet squeal it produced. “But seriously, you’re my rock, sweetheart. Thank you for being by my side for the last few months.”

Urgh they are so in love, I love it 🥰

“Uh oh,” you teased, pinching his side this time. “Someone’s touching your most prized possession.” Tyler smirked down at you and brushed off the pinch, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. “You’re my most prized possession,” he rasped and took notice of the way your face turned red as he turned around and headed towards his truck to help out Boone. 

Like who thought Tyler is such a simp 🤭😍

Tyler let out a soft scoff. “I’ve been handlin’ you for three months now just fine, sweetheart,” he grinned over at you in the dark truck. “But I’m serious, seein’ you every day would make me so fuckin’ happy, you have no idea. And it’ll help to know that you’re safe with me every time a tornado hits.”  “Yeah,” you trail off, looking around at the moonlit fields as you kiss the back of his hand. “Truthfully, I don’t feel safer than when I’m with you. In your arms, all of that stuff.”

I just love the energy and passion they have for each other (and storms obviously)

“And that makes me the luckiest fucker in Oklahoma now that I’ll have you by my side every day. We’re gonna have so much fun, baby. You, me, and Mother fucking Nature. And Boone.”

And Boone 😂

“Yeah, it’s better to be safe than-woah, what the hell are you doing?” Before you could finish your sentence, Tyler reached around you and grabbed the IPad and literally threw it across the room. The sound of glass breaking, followed by a thud had you gasping and turning your head to look back at him. “Tyler! That was your IPad.” “Yeah, and that means I know what’s all on it, and I don’t give a single fuck about any of it right now,” he muttered and pulled out of you. When you opened your mouth to protest, he grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your back, “Jesus Christ, you’re worse than me. We just barely survived a tornado, and you’re already thinkin’ about the next one?”

They match each other's freak as you say 🤭

No words were said as he kept his lips softly pressed to yours, and kept himself buried deep inside you. He stayed like that for a long time, finally feeling like, for once in his life, he had everything he could ever want.

I loved this! Such a fun and cute story 🥰😍

Game of Love & Chase

➪the one where tyler fell for you the second he saw you, and he uses his cocky persona and charm to worm his way into your heart.

Warnings: fluff, smut, swearing, bit of pining, unprotected sex, mentions of near death experience, i think that is all

Word Count: 2.7k

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“What did she say her name was again?” Tyler asked Ben as the reporter scribbled down some notes in his book. His green eyes were looking across the lot as Kate showed you the stats from the most recent tornado, and Ben looked up from his notebook and looked in that direction as well. 

“Uh, Kate, I think,” he answered as he adjusted his glasses. “Wait, I wrote it down-”

“No, not her,” Tyler cut him off and watched as you gave Kate a smile before walking away from her and brushing past him. You barely glanced at him when you walked by, and Tyler bit back a groan as he sunk his teeth into his lower lip and watched as you headed back to your room at the cheap motel. “Her.”

Ben lifted his head and looked over at you just as you closed the door behind you. “Oh, that one,” he observed before flipping through his organized book. “That’s Y/n. She never gave me her last name.”

Tyler let out a low whistle before turning to face his new reporter. “And what did she say her job was?”

“She’s a new member of Storm Par,” he responded.

“Storm Par, huh?” Tyler repeated as he met Kate’s eyes, and he gave her a quick nod before looking away again. “And she’s from around here? How come I’ve never seen her before?”

Ben shrugged as he sat down on the lawn chair next to Tyler’s truck. “She’s been living in New York for a few years now. Her and Kate both,”

Tyler nodded and looked over at your closed door as he leaned back against the truck. 

Damn, you were a smokeshow. A total dream, and you were so obviously on the wrong side here. You grew up around Tyler’s parts of town, you could easily be part of his team, instead of with the money hungry chasers that made up Storm Par. Really, what did they know? That Javi guy has been talking Tyler’s ear off a bit too much lately, bragging about his PhD, but he had yet to tame an actual storm. 

Meanwhile, Tyler was effortlessly taming them and then some, even shooting off fireworks into a tornado at the request of one of his subscribers. He loved doing it, and as much as he loved having Boone in his passenger seat, he was sure he’d love having you there even more.

“She’s damn fine, ain’t she?” He asked without really meaning to, and when he looked over at Ben and met his apprehensive gaze, he added, “Don’t answer that.” 

Tyler pushed himself off the truck before pulling open the door and hopping in the driver’s seat. “Where are you going?” Ben asked as he moved his chair away from the truck. 

“That pizza place down the road,” Tyler answered with a grin as he started the engine. “Gonna see if I still got it.”

Ben furrowed his brows and opened his mouth to ask further questions, but Tyler put the truck in drive and took off before he could get another word out. A half hour later, he had a pizza box slung under his arm and a confident grin on his face as he knocked on your door and leaned against the frame. 

“Hey,” he greeted when you swung the door open, but his smug grin and cocky attitude dropped once he took in what you were wearing. You ditched your cargo pants and Storm Par shirt and instead had on an oversized tee that fell to your midthigh, with one side tucked into the tiniest pair of shorts Tyler had ever seen. He nearly dropped the pizza box as he straightened himself up. “Oh.”

A blush took over your face as you crossed one leg over the other and half hid behind the open door as you looked up at him. “Um, hi. Sorry, I, uh,” you trail off, clearly having been caught off guard by his sudden visit. “I wasn’t expecting anyone tonight.”

Tyler felt his brows furrow. You weren’t expecting anyone tonight? But what about the other nights? Oh, fuck, did you already have a boyfriend? 

“Yeah, uh, from one storm chaser to another,” he cleared his throat and lifted the pizza box. “Just wanted to make sure you’re fed.” 

Your cool facade from earlier was completely gone as you looked up at him in surprise. “Oh, wow,” you smiled at him and reached for the box. “That’s really sweet.” 

Tyler shrugged and let his hand fall back down to his side. “No problem,” he mumbled and really hoped you didn’t slam the door in his face. For some reason, he wanted to get to know you, despite the unspoken rivalry between his friends and yours.  

You were goddamn gorgeous, and had a hidden side to you that he was getting a glimpse of right now, and he wanted to see more of it. He wanted you and him to be different from everyone else, and give each other a chance, because he knew his cocky attitude was mostly for show, and he could tell that you were far more sweeter than you were letting on.

You shifted from one foot to the other, and bit down on your lip before offering, “Do you wanna come in? I don’t think I can eat this whole thing by myself,” the hint of vulnerability in your voice had Tyler smiling, and he was nodding before he could stop himself. 

And that was how Tyler found himself sitting next to you on the motel bed, the pizza half eaten as you and he talked for hours on end. 

And that was also the same night he fell head over heels in love with you. 

-

“Holy shit, did you see that?” Tyler yelled excitedly as he pulled into the parking lot after another successful stream. Boone jumped out of the truck and went over to Lilly while Tyler headed straight to you, and he gathered you into his arms before you could answer his question. 

“I did,” you laugh and wrap your arms around his shoulders as he lifts you off the ground. 

He held you close for a little longer before setting you back down and taking you in. God, you looked cute. You had long since ditched the Storm Par outfit and instead were wearing one of his flannels and a pair of jean shorts. His shirt hung off you pretty loosely, with one of your shoulders being exposed, and he bit down on his lip before leaning in and pressing a searing kiss to your mouth. 

You return the kiss instantly, your hands reaching up to tangle in his messy hair as you press yourself even closer to him. “Are you high on adrenaline or are you just happy to see me?” You teased against his lips and he smirked, gripping your waist a bit tighter. 

“Both,” he answered, his lips brushing against yours once more. He pulled back and looked around the chaotic surroundings with a wince, knowing that you weren’t a big fan of crowded places. “How are you holdin’ up here?”

You shrugged and trailed your hands through his hair. “People are kinda pushy, but I don’t blame them,” you smiled and slid your hands down to his biceps. “If I weren’t already your girlfriend, I’d want my shot with you, too.”

Tyler grinned and leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Well, lucky for you, I’ve already been snagged by the prettiest girl in Oklahoma,” he paired his words with a soft pinch to your hip, and he reveled in the quiet squeal it produced. “But seriously, you’re my rock, sweetheart. Thank you for being by my side for the last few months.”

You smiled at him and ran your fingers over his stubble before tracing his lips with your thumb. “Of course,” you murmured. “I wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else. I’m by your side, always.”

Tyler brought you closer to him by wrapping his arms around your middle, pulling you snug against his chest. “That’s right, babygirl,” he mumbled and leaned down to kiss you again, but Boone’s annoyed yell interrupted the moment. He looked over and saw his friend making a beeline towards Tyler’s truck, and when he followed him with his eyes, Tyler saw an over excited fan putting his hands all over the front of it. 

“Uh oh,” you teased, pinching his side this time. “Someone’s touching your most prized possession.”

Tyler smirked down at you and brushed off the pinch, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. “You’re my most prized possession,” he rasped and took notice of the way your face turned red as he turned around and headed towards his truck to help out Boone. 

Half an hour later, you were in the passenger seat of that very truck as Tyler drove, the two of you craving a much needed break from all the chaos back there. 

His hand was on your thigh, his fingers tracing random shapes on your skin as he drove slowly down the dirt road, not in any rush at all when it came to simply being with you. “So…have you, uh…given any more thought about comin’ on the road with me full time?” He asked over the faint hum of a random country song playing on the radio. “I know it’s kind of a big decision, and we’ve only been together for a few months, but still…”

You place your hand on top of his and give it a firm squeeze. “Do you think you can handle seeing me every single day? All day?”

Tyler let out a soft scoff. “I’ve been handlin’ you for three months now just fine, sweetheart,” he grinned over at you in the dark truck. “But I’m serious, seein’ you every day would make me so fuckin’ happy, you have no idea. And it’ll help to know that you’re safe with me every time a tornado hits.” 

“Yeah,” you trail off, looking around at the moonlit fields as you kiss the back of his hand. “Truthfully, I don’t feel safer than when I’m with you. In your arms, all of that stuff.” 

He laughed quietly, because you were so not the romantic type, which is why you had a hard time not referring to all the things you and he do together as ‘stuff’. “Sounds to me like you’ve made your decision,” he observes, a hopeful tone in his voice. “Well, I can’t promise it’ll be easy. But I can promise that your safety will be my number one priority, always. Whether we’re out in a storm together, or tangled up in each other’s arms on motel beds; you’re the first thing on my mind.”

He rests your joined hands on the center console, careful not to press any of the buttons scattered on it, 

“So what do you say, babygirl?” He glanced over at you and gave your hand another gentle squeeze. “Will you do it with me?”

You give him a nod and a sheepish smile. “I’m all in, Ty,” 

Tyler let out a loud ‘woo!’, before bringing your hand back up to his mouth and pressing kisses all over the back of it. “You are now a Tornado Wrangler, sweetheart,” he declared, “And that makes me the luckiest fucker in Oklahoma now that I’ll have you by my side every day. We’re gonna have so much fun, baby. You, me, and Mother fucking Nature. And Boone.”

You let out a laugh and shake your head. “You’re too much,”

Tyler gave you a big grin, “You have no idea,” 

-

 The motel bed creaked with every movement Tyler made, the sound making it beyond obvious to anyone who passed by the door as to what you and he were currently doing. 

Tyler was sweating a bit as he rocked into you from behind, his body begging for a break after the intense storm the two of you got caught in less than two hours ago. But he wasn’t about to give himself a break, because Tyler quickly found out that your body was fucking perfect, and you felt better than anything he’s ever touched. 

His were closed as he felt your warmth sucking him in deeper with each thrust. “Fuck, baby,” he grunted, gripping your waist a bit tighter as he listened to your soft moans. “You feel so damn good.”

You whimpered a bit and squeezed him tighter, but then you said, “There’s a tornado warning out for the next town over from this one,” and his eyes had never opened quicker. 

He peered over your shoulder and saw that you were scrolling through the weather app on his IPad, and he stilled his body. “Are you checkin’ the fuckin’ weather network right now?” 

“Yeah, it’s better to be safe than-woah, what the hell are you doing?” Before you could finish your sentence, Tyler reached around you and grabbed the IPad and literally threw it across the room. The sound of glass breaking, followed by a thud had you gasping and turning your head to look back at him. “Tyler! That was your IPad.”

“Yeah, and that means I know what’s all on it, and I don’t give a single fuck about any of it right now,” he muttered and pulled out of you. When you opened your mouth to protest, he grabbed your waist and flipped you onto your back, “Jesus Christ, you’re worse than me. We just barely survived a tornado, and you’re already thinkin’ about the next one?”

When he guided himself back inside you, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as you moaned. “You’re the one who told me to always be careful, Ty,”

Of course you would throw his words back at him like that.  You and he were almost too perfect for each other; from your matching energies, to the way you talked, to the quick comebacks. All of it. 

But he wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Yeah, but not when I’m balls deep inside you,” he grunted as he reached down to wrap your legs around his waist. He gave a harsh thrust of his hips and leaned down to kiss you quickly. “This is what should have your full attention right now, not some fuckin’ storm warnin’.” 

You whimpered and finally, finally, he was given the stunning sight of you tipping your head back as you lost yourself in him. “Tyler…”

“God, you’re somethin’ else, babe,” he muttered, leaning down to kiss along your collarbones as he fucked into you. “Lettin’ yourself get distracted while being fucked by your boyfriend.”  

Another whine leaves your lips, and your back arches as you wrap your legs around his waist more firmly. “Oh, fuck,”

He let out a huff of laughter, “Careful,” he repeated as he hit every secret spot you had inside you. “That doesn’t sound like us. Does this look like we’re being careful?” He nodded down to where he was fucking you raw, and your eyes rolled back. 

“Oh, my God,” you cried, reaching up to tug on his hair in the way he’s been craving to feel since he entered you. 

“Just focus on me, babygirl. Be here with me,” he nearly begged, pressing his forehead to yours as he tried not to think about just how close he came to losing you today. “‘Cause I’m right here with you, always.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and nod before leaning up and kissing him deeply. “I’m here,” you promise against his lips. “I’m with you. And I love you.”

Tyler’s hips faltered as he processed your words, and the fact that it was your first time saying them. 

You loved him. 

And he loved you right back, with everything he had in him. He knew he did from the second he laid eyes on you. 

He released your hips and gripped the sides of your face, making sure you were looking right at him as he mumbled, “I love you, too, sweetheart. I love you so much,” and then he kissed you again as he felt you tighten around him. “Cum with me, baby.”

You whimpered against his lips and instantly he felt your warmth flood around him, coating him entirely as he filled you up with a soft grunt before stilling his body. 

No words were said as he kept his lips softly pressed to yours, and kept himself buried deep inside you. He stayed like that for a long time, finally feeling like, for once in his life, he had everything he could ever want.

[mrsbsmooth]

Scripts - S7 - Episode 19 (Bonnie)

Daybeds & Breakfast with Bonnie

You make your way outside with {0} and over to the daybeds.

{0}_FLIRTY: It’s such a perfect night!

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s a beautiful evening.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: And how lucky am I! Out here with the most beautiful company.

Flirt back

PLAYER_FLIRTY: I think you’ll find that’s you.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: You’re looking gorgeous tonight.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: That means a lot coming from you, {0}.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I think we’ve got a beautiful night ahead of us.

Play it cool

PLAYER_HAPPY: I see you’ve got your full charm on, Bonnie.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Always for you, {0}.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I hope it’s working?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Only time will tell.

BONNIE_HAPPY: That’s something worth waiting for!

Friendly response

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m glad to be out here with you, Bonnie.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Me too, {0}. I feel like the luckiest girl.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re really fun to be around.

BONNIE_HAPPY: There’s no one I’d rather be spending my time with.

PLAYER_HAPPY: You’re very sweet.

Go deep

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m really glad to be out here with you, Bonnie.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s super special to be spending this evening with you.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I feel the same way, {0}.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I’m really grateful to have the time to get closer to you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We should make the most of every second.

BONNIE_HAPPY: We already are! Every second with you is perfect.

BONNIE_HAPPY: It feels like only yesterday that we arrived in Casa Amor together!

PLAYER_HAPPY: I know! We’ve been through so much already.

BONNIE_HAPPY: In such a short space of time too.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Can you believe how far we’ve come?

I knew we’d make it

PLAYER_HAPPY: I knew we’d make it this far.

PLAYER_HAPPY: We make an iconic duo.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I knew it too!

BONNIE_HAPPY: I’m glad to have made it this far by your side.

We’ve still got a way to go

PLAYER_IDLE: We’ve definitely gone through it.

PLAYER_IDLE: I think there’s still a way to go.

BONNIE_SURPRISED: Wow, that sounds intense.

PLAYER_IDLE: There’s still a lot of the villa left.

BONNIE_IDLE: Yeah, I guess you’re right.

BONNIE_HAPPY: But I’m prepared to stick at it.

I’m still getting my head round it

PLAYER_IDLE: I can’t believe so much has happened in just a few days.

PLAYER_IDLE: I think I’m still getting my head round it.

BONNIE_IDLE: That makes total sense.

BONNIE_IDLE: It’s been a whirlwind.

BONNIE_HAPPY: But I’m glad I’m doing it with you.

BONNIE_SURPRISED: I’m still surprised Vicky coupled with you like that.

PLAYER_IDLE: Are you upset?

BONNIE_SAD: A little.

BONNIE_SURPRISED: I knew coming back to the villa would bring new challenges.

BONNIE_SURPRISED: But maybe not that!

PLAYER_IDLE: I don’t think either of us were expecting it.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: But, I shouldn’t have been surprised that other people wanted you too, {0}.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: You’re absolutely wonderful.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That’s sweet of you to say.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: And we’re the ones here together tonight so…

Bonnie gazes into your eyes.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: It feels like we’re entering the next stage of our relationship.

PLAYER_IDLE: You think so?

BONNIE_HAPPY: I hope so. I’m excited for it.

BONNIE_SERIOUS: If you’re ready for it?

I’m all in

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m all in with you, Bonnie.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I can’t wait to see what the future brings.

BONNIE_HAPPY: You’ve made me the happiest girl.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I feel really close to you.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m pretty happy myself.

Let’s see how tonight goes

PLAYER_HAPPY: Let’s focus on tonight, and see where it takes us.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I don’t want to think about the future right now.

BONNIE_IDLE: I’m happy just to be in the moment with you, {0}.

Bonnie turns to you with a glint in her eye.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Do you have something else to ask me?

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Yes! Is it that obvious? I was just wondering…

BONNIE_HAPPY: How would you like to spend the rest of our night together?

I want to go all the way with you

You shoot Bonnie a romantic smile.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: That’s an incredibly sexy smile.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Bonnie, I’d like to go all the way with you.

Bonnie’s eyes go wide in anticipation.

She smiles as she leans in to kiss you.

She starts softly, before building up the pressure.

She parts your lips with hers.

Your hands explore Bonnie’s body as she kisses down your neck.

You remove each other's clothes at the same time, letting your bodies press against each other.

She runs her fingers all over your naked body, giving you shivers of pleasure.

Her hands continue exploring your body, the pleasure building.

You explore each other's bodies at the same time, both moving rhythmically.

She works her way down your body with her lips. Until she finds the perfect spot.

You run your fingers through her hair as your body ripples with electricity.

You both fall back onto the bed, out of breath.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That was amazing.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Wow, it really was.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I’ve had such a wonderful evening with you, {0}.

You snuggle into Bonnie in the little spoon position and she puts her soft arms around you.

You both fall asleep under the twinkling stars.

We could do some bits

You shoot Bonnie a cheeky smile.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: That’s an incredibly sexy smile.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: We could do some bits…

Bonnie’s eyes go wide in anticipation.

She smiles as she leans in to kiss you.

She starts softly, before building up the pressure.

She parts your lips with hers.

Your hands explore Bonnie’s body as she kisses down your neck.

She runs her fingers down your chest, giving you shivers of pleasure.

Her hands continue running down your body.

As she continues, the pleasure builds and builds.

Finally, a rush of electricity spreads through your body.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: That was amazing.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Wow, it really was.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I’ve had such a fun night with you, {0}.

You snuggle into Bonnie in the little spoon position and she puts her soft arms around you.

You both fall asleep under the twinkling stars.

How about a cheeky kiss?

PLAYER_FLIRTY: How about a cheeky kiss before we go to sleep?

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Sounds perfect.

She closes her eyes and leans in as you kiss her.

Softly at first, your lips gently touch as she caresses your cheek.

You part for a brief moment before being drawn back into the kiss.

It’s hungrier now, full of want and passion. She holds you tight and you feel like you are one.

The moment feels like forever until she pulls away, smiling.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: That never gets old. Every time feels like the first.

You snuggle into Bonnie’s arms.

And gradually you both fall asleep under the twinkling stars.

Let’s cuddle and sleep under the stars

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’d really like to fall asleep under the stars in your arms.

BONNIE_HAPPY: That sounds perfect.

You snuggle into Bonnie in the little spoon position and she puts her soft arms around you.

She strokes your hair and you exchange happy, romantic looks.

Comfortable and happy, you both fall asleep under the twinkling stars.

Go straight to sleep

PLAYER_HAPPY: I’m ready to fall straight to sleep.

PLAYER_HAPPY: No cuddling tonight.

{0}_IDLE: Fair enough.

You settle into the daybed and within seconds both fall asleep under the twinkling stars.

You wake up from a blissful sleep and open your eyes to another gorgeous day in the villa.

{0}_HAPPY: Good morning.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Good morning, {0}.

PLAYER_HAPPY: How did you sleep?

BONNIE_HAPPY: Falling asleep in your arms was the most relaxing thing imaginable.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Wow, that’s high praise.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I wasn’t sure we’d get much sleep.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I don’t think I’ll be able to stop thinking about last night.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: It was a special evening.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: It was definitely a night to remember.

PLAYER_HAPPY: It’s so peaceful out here.

BONNIE_HAPPY: I know, it sounds like no one else is awake yet.

PLAYER_HAPPY: I doubt it’ll be long.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Whilst we’ve still got time to ourselves, how about breakfast in bed?

PLAYER_HAPPY: What did you have in mind?

BONNIE_HAPPY: I’ll be back before you know it!

Bonnie jumps up and heads over to the kitchen.

You take in the view around you, until you hear her footsteps.

She’s holding a plate of pastries and fruit.

PLAYER_HAPPY: Oh wow!

She hands you the plate and gets comfy next to you.

Give her a pastry

You break off a piece of pastry and give it to Bonnie.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Now <i>this</i> I can get used to.

Ask for a pastry

PLAYER_HAPPY: Send some of that pastry this way.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: I think I can manage that.

She passes the pastry to you.

PLAYER_FLIRTY: Thank you, Bonnie! What a treat.

BONNIE_FLIRTY: Anything for you.

Food fight!

You shoot Bonnie a ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ look.

BONNIE_HAPPY: It’s so delicious right?

You pick up some of the fruit and throw it right at her.

BONNIE_SURPRISED: Oh my days! I was not expecting that.

She looks conflicted, before laughing, grabbing a handful off the plate and throwing it right back at you.

You and Bonnie have a mini food fight.

You carry on until the plate is empty and your stomach hurts from laughing.

BONNIE_HAPPY: Let me clear this up for you.

She puts the plate back together so you can eat some of the salvaged bits.

Back to the villa

[achillieus]

let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, don’t kill me because of the ending, sebastian and reader are the definition of right person wrong time, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning, also this part has some funny moments but overall it’s a big SOB

part: 6/6 (there will also be an epilogue)

(other parts)   (masterlist)

This is how it ends: broken hearts from crashed dreams.

Sebastian holds you until his muscles ache and your lungs burn from the feeling of too little oxygen. It is cold and dark, almost midnight, too dark, a starless night.

No more stars for you and I.

“Here,” Voice hoarse, eyes heavy-lid and itching from almost crying. He gives you one of the rings he wore in the movie. “I want you to keep this.”

Keep it close to your heart. Forget me not.

He takes a breath and a step back, tries to regain all the strength he still has, steady feet and shoulders fixed. He digs his nails into his palms, red marks in his skin, air catching in his throat, he’s on the verge of falling but he stays standing.

He remembers tears glistening down his cheeks, maybe they were yours not his, and the cold autumn wind hitting his face and he remembers feeling like he’s dying.

And then he closes the door of Argyris’ car and looks at you.

And his heart stretches and stretches and stretches and then somehow splits in half.

/

It goes like this:

There’s a ghost that lives in your apartment from now on. In the living room. Sitting on the couch. And it has steel blue eyes and a familiar heart. And it whispers a love story, half-finished, and you cannot make it stop.

The ghost touches your collarbone and he’s gone but there’s a ring in a golden chain around your neck and a white shirt forgotten in your laundry. And it smells like him. The clinging scent of his aftershave sticking to your pores. Eucalyptus. And no matter how hard you try to wash it off, it still lingers.

How could I ever forget someone like you?

The ghost lives here, but the place is empty, so empty. And it’s hard not to cry.

/

Sebastian calls and texts a lot.

He tells you he’s tired but excited because he started filming a new movie. It’s very indie and experimental, I can’t wait for you to see it. He tells you he’s missing his days in Greece like hell and that one night he dreamt of you. Didn’t want to wake up. What he doesn’t tell you is that he’s coming back in a month, Argyris needs him for some extra scenes. It’s nearly killing him but he doesn’t tell you. He wants to surprise you, see the pure light in your eyes when they’ll meet his.

/

You try sexting. It doesn’t go very well.

23:50, sebastian: if you were here in my bed right now what would you be doing

06:51, you: probably falling asleep hahaha

06:51, you: oh fuck was i supposed to sext back

06:51, you: sorry seb i just woke up and i have a class in an hour, love you <3

23:52, sebastian: fuck timezones

/

(three weeks and 10 seconds later)

“I can’t believe she doesn’t know you’re here,” Argyris shakes his head as he’s driving home from the airport, “If I were her, I’d kill you.”

“Good thing I didn’t fall in love with you.”

Sebastian laughs and looks out of the car window. The stars. There are so many stars tonight. He holds his breath; he’s finally feeling whole again. His heart isn’t split in two anymore.

/

You don’t know how long you stand there at your door, staring at him, but it feels like a century before he grins, almost laughs, takes your hands in his and you start considering that perhaps this isn’t a hallucination. Perhaps it’s real.

“Surprise?”

Something inside of you bursts, your organs twitch. You can’t think, you can’t speak, but you can move. You don’t lose any more time, you take a step forward, attach your bodies, your face buried in his neck, your fingers clutching into the rough fabric of his jacket. You breathe him in like an antidote.

“How?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

You kiss him and it’s like poetry, like art, like honey and you can’t separate yourself from him, not even hours later.

/

(looking back, these were the golden days)

You pretending to be mad at him for not telling you he was coming back and him pressing his lips on your skin, drawing patterns on your naked shoulder. A feathery touch.

Sebastian always touches you like you’re something made of gold and porcelain, something cherished that constantly needs to be treasured. And nobody has done that before. And you love him for it.

You try to decorate your Christmas tree together. He messes with the lights for a while, eventually gives up and goes on to eat too many reindeer shaped cookies.

He massages your muscles when you write a boring essay for college.

You go with him when he has to shoot a “driving a motorcycle naked in the centre of Athens” scene and you bite the inside of your cheeks to stop smiling like an idiot.

He gives you a dress he bought for you in New York.  

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

He calls you sweetheart in the mornings, still half asleep and later joins you in the shower.

“Why are you so hot?”

“Climate change”

“Oh, shut up”

It’s tender and it’s soft and it’s human.

And that’s the saddest part.

/

Soon you realize that him leaving two months ago was merely a rehearsal and you still haven’t said your actual goodbyes. Your chest starts to feel as if it’s full of crushed glass.

And it’s ridiculous because you fell in love with Sebastian sometime between the first ten days you spent together.

Who falls in love in ten days?  

Ridiculous or not, you know you are in love with him just as you know that sooner or later, whatever he is feeling will fade and wither. Maybe it’ll be in a week, maybe it’ll be in a month, maybe in a year if you’re lucky. But there will definitely come a day when he will step out of a gala or a party or a fancy gym in New York with a beautiful model in his arms and two paparazzi’s following him around.

What will you be then?

A past small cameo in his life. A side character. Will he remember your name?

He is your whole world.

(a bottle of cheap prosecco helps you decide that)

He is your whole world.

And yet, there will come a day when he won’t even remember your name.

/

It was difficult. No, it was the most difficult thing you’ve ever done. Telling him how you think it’d be better if you didn’t talk after he leaves.

“I don’t agree with this.”

“Seb, it’s for the best.”

Your body doesn’t feel strong enough to carry your heart. And you’re certain it will only get worse once he’s away. The world around you will melt. You’ll obsess over a phone screen and his messages. You’ll start chasing ghosts again. You can’t handle that.

“Why?” He says urgently and his fingers dance over the flesh of your palms.

“Because this”, you motion your hand between the two of you, “is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had in my life and I don’t want it to become ugly.”

He nods, he understands.

“I love you, you know,” he says smiling and tugs you closer to him, “And I may not be here to show you but I think I’ll love you for a long time.”

Your hand grips his waist right to the bones and something flares in your eyes, something wild that wrenches you around.

“I know, I’ll love you the same.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again.”

“Only if I’m the luckiest girl on the planet.”

He laughs and you look at him, fully aware he’ll be ripped out of your life like a page from a cheap leather notebook. And when you kiss for the last time, there’s a hole forming in your soul.

And just because endings don’t leave visible scars to one’s body and soul, that doesn’t mean the scars don’t exist. You know they do, because you feel the aching pain of every single one of them.

/

(every night when you close your eyes you see him)

(every night you look at the stars and think of him)

/

A month passes and Argyris asks you if you miss him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“He said the exact same thing.”

You tell him not to mention Sebastian again.

Two months pass and you need to stop stalking his instagram profile.

Three months pass and you almost text him.

Four months pass and you go to watch Endgame with some friends and you cry. You cry when Black Widow sacrifices herself and when Iron Man smiles at his wife while dying, and when Bucky Barnes appears on screen.

The others don’t understand and you don’t blame them.

Five months pass and Argyris’ girlfriend wants you to meet someone. A charming boy your age with blonde hair and a lip piercing.

And he's cute but you compare him to Sebastian even before he has the chance to say his name. His eyes are not the right shade of blue and he doesn’t look at you like you’re made of the world’s finest jewel.

And he doesn’t know any constellation names.

And then more than a year passes in a second and you learn to not look for him. Not anymore.

/

It’s early March 2020 and despite the rising fear of the upcoming pandemic, you’re doing well. Scars are starting to fade. And after spending two weeks in Prague, your best friend being there with an exchange program, Sebastian Stan is the farthest thing from your mind.

Until he literally comes crashing into you. At the airport.

No, it can’t be him.

You have your suitcase on one hand and a bottle of antiseptic gel on the other. He has two bodyguards on his sides and a black hoodie on.  And while half of his face is hidden behind a mask, you can see his eyes perfectly. A frozen lake in December. You would know those eyes in your deathbed, at the end of the world.

Your vision gets blurry and suddenly you feel cold.

He won’t recognize me, he can’t.

But then he looks at you and every memory you had buried inside of you resurfaces.

He motions to his guards to wait for him and he starts walking towards you. You breathe slowly, one breath at a time. He takes his mask off and you hesitate to take yours, not sure if you truly want him to see you.

You exchange the typical and very awkward hi, how are you, i’m glad you’re doing okay and then he smiles and it feels comfortable. Familiar.

It’s the whiff of another time that you always kept around. A reminder that you were once loved by a god.

“What are you doing here?”

“Filming Falcon and the Winter Soldier”

If you hadn’t unfollowed him on instagram, you’d known.

“Ah yes I heard about that, congrats.”

He nods a thank you.

“And you? In Prague?”

“I was at a friend.”

He looks conflicted, hurt, turns his gaze to his shoes on the grey cement. You want to say something, but you feel like throwing up.

And then he laughs.

“I was right.”

You’re confused, he notices.

“Back in Greece,” he swallows, “I told you this would happen.”

“It would have been an airport, different gates for each of us, but same waiting hall. Or a Greek island, where we’d both be for the summer.”

“I would have found you.”

You remember and you cannot help but smile. He was right. He found you.

“I didn’t believe you then.”

I barely believe you now.

He touches your hair. And his touch is like a knife. And you want to cry. Magnolias under your tongue. A love long lost is whispering in your ears until it hurts to listen. He’s like a magnetic field and you feel yourself drowning in him.

“I bet they’ll ask me a hundred questions about you later.” He says and looks at the two men waiting for him.

“And what will you tell them?”

“That you’re most probably the love of my life.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

“There’s no way we’d meet here if you’re not.”

“Sebastian,” His name sounds like a prayer coming out of your lips and you're ready to tell him you love him and you can swear he looks like he’s ready to faint, “I-”

The guards yell his name. And it's the same feeling people have just before a car crash.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

One last look.

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

You repeat it over and over again. But you fail.

“No, don't cry” He smiles, one last smile, “Just look at the stars and wait for us to meet again, because we will.”

He caresses the back of your palm for a second and you think your ribcage is shattering but it’s only your heart drumming frantically. Pushing your fragile bones to break. 

You want to stop him, wrap your arms around his torso, never let him go. Not again. But you don’t.

You just watch him leave, one more time, your knees weak, your head heavy and dizzy. For the split of a moment he turns and glances at you but then he’s nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps it was all in your imagination. Perhaps it was nothing but a wonder.

You get into your plane and you silently sob.

/

And then it’s summer.

And you overhear he was seen with a girl, the day before your vacation starts and you find a picture of them together a week later, a pretty blonde girl clinging to his side with a colorful bikini somewhere in Spain. And he’s smiling. And you feel so ashamed. And so stupid.

They say time heals all wounds but they must be wrong because you can’t forget how he used to smile at you or how he used to call you the love of his life.

Was he joking when he said you'll meet again? You bet if you asked him now, he wouldn't even remember saying it.

I’ll love you for a long time.

So long for nothing.

/

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[missjaystone]

Coming Home

Summary: After a year alone, your lover finally comes back home, but he’s not the same. Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader Word Count: 2,270 Warnings: Vague-ish smut, angsty-ish, meh

You stared at the naked man behind you in the mirror with a surprised grin on your face, a quiet laugh leaving you "you can't be serious, Billy." He chuckled and nodded, his own grin adorning his face as he rested his head on your shoulder and pulled your back into his chest "I'm one hundred percent serious, baby, I want you to marry me." "Weren't you ever warned about marrying strippers?" You asked with a hum. "I was, but I know you aren't after my money, and I don't mind your job, makes me feel proud knowing other guys can only look at you and dream, while I get to fuck you senseless every night," he said as he ground his hips into yours. "So you wanna marry me to stroke your own ego?" You asked sarcastically. "And because I love you. You're not only the most beautiful girl I've ever seen but you're smart, funny, and I always feel like the luckiest guy in the world when I'm with you. Not to mention, we'd have some pretty fucking cute babies, I mean, look at us," he pecked your neck softly and grinned.

He picked the ring up from the box on the counter and slid it onto your finger "what do you say babygirl? Wanna be Mrs. Billy Russo?" "I say fuck yes," you said excitedly. You turned around to kiss him and giggled against his lips when he quickly picked you up and set you on the counter. Another round of gleeful, celebratory sex followed before you two showered, which led to another round before he left for work. You found yourself looking forward to planning the wedding. Unfortunately, he went missing five months later. He never came back to your shared apartment, you found his car with several parking tickets, and god knows the NYPD wasn't any help at all, the entire city knew that.

Life without Billy took some getting used to; you weren't even sure it was something you could get used to. It hurt, coming home to a cold bed in an empty apartment. What hurt even more though, was having to watch your stomach grow in the months that followed. Being handed the small brown-eyed bundle with his tuft of dark hair nearly made you break. You heavily contemplated giving the child up for adoption, but when you thought of Billy, you knew that's not what he would have wanted, especially given his own experience in the system. You also thought about quitting the gentlemen's club, finding something more suitable for a mom, you did have a computer programming degree, your student loans were the reason you started working at the club, but nothing paid as well and offered the flexibility you needed. You got back to work when he turned a month old, the elderly woman in the apartment next door offered to babysit him while you were gone.

"Hey, Kitty, you've got a guy in room three asking for you," your manager said as you made your way off stage, giving a small hum in reply. You sighed quietly on your way to the room, already counting down the minutes until you could leave; 43 minutes and 21 seconds. How is it that almost a year since he vanished, he was still so prevalent in your mind? After closing the door behind you, you took in the man's appearance. He wore loose jeans and a dark grey hoodie that obscured his features. You sighed to yourself and thought 'oh great, another creep'. This wasn't a new thing, men in their thirties and forties came in dressed like this all the time, trying to obscure their features so nobody could ever identify them in case any snooping wives came around.

"Did you have a specific song in mind for your dance?" You asked as you picked up the tablet that connected to the room's speakers. "It'll be a bit of an unusual request but, you know that song 'Baby I'm Yours'?" He asked awkwardly. You nearly dropped the device in your hands, biting your lip as tears already began to well; the voice sounded familiar but you couldn't turn and look yet, you couldn't get your hopes up. "There are a number of songs with that name, can you be more specific?" You asked in as steady of a voice as you could manage. "The version by the Arctic Monkeys," he clarified, clearing his throat some. This time, you did drop the tablet; you suddenly felt unsteady in your platform stilettos.

You didn't even hear him get up but you felt his hands on your arms when you started to turn around "don't, please, don't look at me. I need you to remember me as I was." You exhaled deeply and shook your hand, slapping his hands away "no. I deserve to be looked in the eye when you tell me why the fuck you disappeared." When you turned to face him, you were greeted with a white mask that had cracks and breaks drawn on it. He shook his head, gripping your wrists when you tried to take it off "I didn't mean to. I-I was meeting with someone and it turned ugly and next thing I knew, I was in a hospital with memories missing and nightmares. I was there for six months before things started coming back and then I remembered you. I've been trying to find you and say I'm sorry, beg for you back but I'm-I'm not the same man you were engaged to. I barely recognize the man in the mirror now."

Before you had time to think, you yanked one of your wrists out of his grasp and slapped him, the mask falling to the ground. A shocked gasp left your lips as you took in his scarred features, his eyes immediately screwing shut to avoid seeing your expression. "Billy, I-what happened?" You asked quietly. "I was fighting with Frank and uh, he thought this was a fate worse than death. I guess he was right," he answered with a dry chuckle. When you remained speechless, he kept talking "I just wanted to see you one last time, to tell you how much I loved you, but I'm not gonna make you be with someone so hideously, grotesquely disfigured." The way he spoke about himself sent pangs of sadness to your heart. He may not have looked the same but he was far from hideous or grotesque. You were pulled out of your shock when you saw him reaching down for his mask, presumably leaving.

"No." You finally said, looking at him with an angry frown. "I'm sorry?" He asked, his own expression turning shocked when you snatched the mask from his hands. "I said no. You don't get to make that fucking decision for me, Billy! You don't just get to decide if I want to be with you or not! How fucking dare you just show up and decide for me! Do you know how much of a fucking nightmare this past year has been?" You asked, shoving his chest as angry tears began to roll down your cheeks. "I'm just trying to save you the embarrassment of-" he started to say before you started again "I wouldn't be embarrassed because I didn't love you for your looks you egotistical asshole! I loved you for who you were! Even when you were gone, when I thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere, I loved you. Every time I look at our son, I think about how much I love you and would give anything to have you back, only for you to come here and tell me you're leaving to spare me the embarrassment. How fucking dare you," you shoved him again, paying zero attention to how he reacted to anything you said.

Your hand was raised to slap him again but he caught your wrist, eyes widened some "we have a son?" "Yes, Billy! And every time I look into his eyes, I'm reminded of everything we shared, everything I'd give up just to have you back in my life, because I loved you with every fiber of my being. I never cared about what you looked like, you made me feel happy and safe and loved and I thought I made you feel the same but I must not have if you think so little of me, that I'd bolt at the sight of you right now." His stance noticeably softened at your words and he frowned at you "do you really think you could spend your life with someone who looks like I do, now? Children are always gonna point and stare when we walk down the street, men are never gonna leave you alone, your girlfriends are gonna tell you you can do better than someone who looks like Frankenstein."

You sighed quietly and gently cupped his cheeks, frowning at the way he flinched before you even came into contact with the marred flesh. The edges of your mouth curled up in a tiny smile as you looked into his eyes "Frankenstein's monster would be lucky to look like you, Billy." A small groan escaped him at your subtle correction. His hands came to rest on your hips. "You fucking nerd," he mumbled with a chuckle as he let you pull him into a kiss like your life depended on it. His lips only left yours when you fell onto the room's couch, quickly pulling him down with you. Your minimal, barely-there "outfit" was quickly gone, leaving you in only the heels while he shed his layers. The minute he was free, he was back on you, two of his fingers teasing your entrance while his thumb circled your clit, pulling soft, needy noises he'd missed oh so much, noises that got him through the nights he spent alone before finding you again.

And when you finally told him you were ready, it took all of his self-control to go slowly and savor the feelings he'd miss; the way your channel squeezed his member like a vise, the way your legs locked around his hips, and his favorite was the way you peppered kisses along his chest, neck, and face before finally meeting his lips. There were tears in your eyes as he slowly moved his hips, tears he kissed away lovingly while holding you as close as he possibly could. "I missed you so much, angel," he whispered against your lips, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "I missed you too, Billy," you whispered back as your fingers tangled in his hair.

Once the moments of adjusting to each other's bodies again passed, Billy started moving his hips roughly, almost angrily like he was trying to make up for lost time (which he was). Each moan he pulled from you gave him a little more confidence and made him go faster, harder, deeper; sure, he was seeking his own pleasure, but he was searching his still-scrambled brain for what got you off before. Finally, he recalled the special spots that made you lose it; he angled his hips up a bit so he was repeatedly pistoning into your g-spot, smirking as you louder moans and swears that escaped you. He began kissing just above your collarbone too, sucking and nibbling on the soft skin until a nice, visible lovebite could be seen.

His lips crashed into yours when he felt you tightening around him right before your climax hit, muffling your moans and his as your release triggered his. His hips moved lazily as you came down with him, both of you panting slightly. He looked down at you adoringly after planting a kiss on your forehead "when are you finished with work?" "Any minute now, I bet," you answered happily. You gave him a quick kiss before lazily getting dressed. You checked the time on the tablet and hummed happily "I finished three minutes ago, apparently. Hurry up and get dressed so we can go home." You playfully winked at him before you left the private room. You quickly went to the back and changed into your street clothes before clocking out, meeting Billy by the door.

With your hand in his, you led him to your car and drove him to your tiny apartment. He hung back while you picked your son up from your neighbor, thanking her repeatedly before you led him inside. He followed you to your son's room, swooning over the chubby infant who babbled in his sleep "what'd you name him?" "William Russo, but I call him Will," you answered with a tired but happy smile, moving the tuft of hair out of the baby's face. "Can I-can I hold him?" He asked nervously, hesitantly. Every single one of his muscles tensed as you carefully put the child in his arms. More tears rolled down his cheeks and he bit his lip to stop from crying out loud "he's perfect." You just nodded in agreement as you watched, leaning against Billy's side some. Suddenly, Billy looked at you with watery eyes and whispered "can he sleep with us tonight? I never want to put him down." You smiled at him and nodded "of course he can, baby." You led Billy back to your room and let him get comfortable in bed while you did you changed into your PJs and did your nightly routine. When you stepped out of the bathroom less than ten minutes later, Billy was already passed out, firmly holding the infant on his chest. You smiled fondly at the sight; your love finally came back home.

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[tobesoalive]

flume (Josh Kiszka x reader)

sorry about the wait! like I said I'm in the process of moving so I've been quite busy but I'm hoping to get around to my other requests in the next few days. For now though please enjoy this tooth rotting fluff about our favorite little lad!

Warnings: None

Finally, you let out a sigh of relief as you shut your laptop, having just finished writing a paper for a class you were taking over the summer. You had wanted to get a head start on your academics so you could hopefully graduate in the winter, leaving you more time to start your career and life with your amazing, sexy and talented boyfriend.

Joshua Kiszka was the love of your life, the apple of your eye, and you were absolutely obsessed with him. The feeling was mutual, never did a day pass by where Josh didn’t remind you how much you mean to him and how lucky he was to exist in the same universe as you. Yes, he could get a little sappy, but that just made you love him even more.

It was already 10pm, and Josh had been gone for a few hours now, meeting up with the rest of the band and their management team to discuss the upcoming tour over dinner. You were completely fine having a night alone, it actually gave you time to focus on your work rather than your extremely distracting other half. You had just been worried about Josh lately. On the outside he was his usual hyper and positive self, but you know that he has been worrying non-stop about the upcoming tour. It had been a little while since the guys performed live and Josh was riddled with anxiety about it. You knew it would go off without a hitch and that the fans would absolutely love it, but you understood Josh’s feelings and made sure to let him know they were valid and offer your support. To make matters worse the band, specifically Josh, had been gaining attention on social media, with a video of their performance from SNL a couple years ago going viral. There were a lot of people criticizing Josh’s performance and mannerisms, many of them saying he was probably addicted to cocaine or something. That was far from the truth though.

You remember that night, being backstage with Josh and trying to calm his nerves. Not only was he dealing with anxiety but he was also a bit under the weather. Personally you loved the performance, and thought Josh did amazing justice to the song he wrote about you. Everytime you hear “You’re the One” your heart basically beats out of your chest.

Now you just couldn’t wait for the Kiszka boy to be home so you could hear all about his day.

Around 10:30 you heard the door open and you made your way down the stairs from your room. Josh was setting his keys on the counter and before you could even say anything he was covering his face with his hands, obviously trying to hide his expression from you.

“Joshy, baby come here” you said gently as you made your way over to him. You wrapped your arms tight around him, breathing in his wonderful scent, as he finally loosened up and returned the hug. You could feel him softly cry into your shoulder, your hand immediately going to the back of his head, petting his hair and cooing “You’re okay baby, it's going to be okay”.

After a minute he pulled away from the embrace, arms still wrapped around you, with a few tears still running down his face. “Thank you” he said quietly in a hoarse voice, offering a small smile.

“Do you wanna talk about what’s going on?” you ask him, completely fine if he refused.

“I’ve just never been so nervous in my life, and all the backlash and rumors about me online aren’t helping.”

“Babe I’m sorry, I can’t imagine how stressed and overwhelmed you must be. Just know that I personally think you are absolutely astounding, and I’m sure there are millions of people who would agree. You will always have me, no matter what anyone says or even if you completely suck on tour, which I know for a fact you won’t.”

Josh chuckles a little and says “Thanks love, you have such a way with words”

You roll your eyes, “C’mon Josh you know what I’m trying to say, I’ve never been one to sugar coat things now have I?”

He pulls you in again before whispering “I seriously have no idea what I’d do without you, you are my rock and my safe space.”

You pull back only to grab his face in between your palms and give him a passionate kiss.

“Come on lover boy, why don't you go take a warm shower and then we can curl up in bed.”

“That sounds amazing”

You both make your way upstairs and as Josh goes in the bathroom you change into a pair of soft shorts and one of his shirts.

You’re about to go get two glasses of water when your boyfriend pops his head out of the bathroom door.

“Hey, I know it’s kind of a weird question but...I just don’t wanna be alone right now, so would you mind just sitting in here while I shower?”

“Not at all” you say, giving him a reassuring smile.

You go in the bathroom and leave the door open, Josh is in just his boxers as you hop up onto the counter and sit with your back against the wall. He peels his last garment of clothing off as you steal a quick peek at his ass, what can you say, it’s pretty damn cute.

As he shampoos his hair and soaps up his body you two talk about nothing in particular, just doing your usual silly bickering about different film meanings or which John Denver song is the best.

Once he gets out, he quickly pats himself off with a towel, throwing on a pair of soft tan shorts.

As he assumes his position in your bed you go grab the glasses of water you had intended to earlier. After coming up and handing him his cup you get under the covers and pull them up only about halfway. You wrap yourself around Josh, knowing that in his vulnerable state you need to be the big spoon and cradle him like he usually does for you.

You press a few kisses to his temple and the back of his neck before saying goodnight.

“Thank you again, for everything. It is impossible to put into words how much it means to me, how much YOU mean to me.”

“You don’t even need to use words baby, I feel it all the time, I’m convinced our souls are intertwined.”

“And that makes me the luckiest guy on earth”

“And I am the luckiest girl. I love you, try and get some sleep baby”

You’re able to catch his last few words before you drift off into a peaceful sleep.

“You’re my one.”

[bubblesuga]

A Match Into Water

Summary: Sometimes all Yoongi needs is a warm cabin, and you. W/C: 2,068 Warnings: mentions of smut, cussing, slight angst but mostly fluff

There’s something undeniably gorgeous about the Rocky Mountains of the western US. The sun shines brightly in the middle of the day and cloud coverage is practically non-existent, yet the snow resting on the peaks of the mountains persists like the buzzing of a bee desperately trying to find it’s hive. 

At times, it becomes more of a hindrance to Min Yoongi. He doesn’t like the cold. Hell, he hates it. The brush of the cold winter breeze drags his mood down into the deepest depths of a sinking black hole that he just can’t seem to pull himself away from. This vacation was supposed to help him, bring his mood up and inspire his creativity. Unfortunately it seems to have had the opposite affect. 

“Oh come on,” the girl who followed him on this company appointed vacation is cute, she knows English and helps Yoongi get around, “you’re supposed to be having fun.” 

“You’re insufferable sometimes, you know that?” Yoongi drawls, sipping his warm coffee and sitting in front of the wide window of the rented cabin. American coffee sucks. 

“I’m insufferable? Min Yoongi, you have not left this cabin once since we arrived. You’re like a fucking cat that doesn’t want to move from the one spot of sun inside the house.” her voice is loud, confident. Her lips curl downward and for a moment, Yoongi feels disappointment rush through his veins. He prefers her smile more than he’d be willing to admit. 

He shrugs, taking a long sip, “I like the sun.” 

She groans, falling back onto the well decorated couch, “Can you at least try skiing?” 

“Skiing involves the cold.” 

“Yeah, Yoongi. It’s winter.” 

“Maybe I didn’t want to come here! Maybe I wanted to stay in Korea, I wanted to write the album, and I wanted to move on!” Yoongi bites back, setting down his cup and turning to her. Her face is red, but she stares up at the ceiling as if she’s alone in the room. Yoongi resists the urge to lay beside her, to stroke her hair and ask if she’ll kiss him. 

She huffs, pulling herself up and meeting Yoongi’s eyes, “I’m sorry you didn’t get that opportunity. You’ve been in a rut and your company thought it’d be best for you to get away.” 

“Ah, and why’d they bring you here with me then?” 

“I’m your assistant, you dick.” she stands again and walks away momentarily. For a moment Yoongi thinks he went too far, sometimes the venom at the tip of is tongue moves too fast for him to catch with his lips. It’s not even true, he wants her here more than anyone else. 

When she reemerges from Yoongi’s room, she holds a jacket and warm sweats. 

“Change into these, we’re going down the mountain and shopping.” she’s demanding, maybe Yoongi should listen to her. 

“Why? If you’re my assistant, shouldn’t you be listening to what I want?” not without a little fight, though. 

“Now, Min Yoongi.” 

He chuckles, downing the rest of his coffee and slipping off the hoodie he already wore for the warmer jacket you brought out. She tries not to let her eyes linger on his briefly exposed abdomen when his shirt slides up with his hoodie. Instead, she opts for a nice look at the scenery outside. 

Yoongi’s legs briefly feel the cold of the cabin on his bare legs as he slips on the warm sweats. He’s let himself become comfortable with his assistant, more so than the past women who followed him around and listened to his every wish. This one is different. She’s feisty, opinionated, determined. He likes that a lot. Especially when she crosses her arms and pouts when he tries to fight her decisions. 

He glances at her, the sun reflecting off the snow and shining in her gorgeous eyes. He knows he shouldn’t feel the things he feels for her, but she makes it so damn difficult not to. How was he not supposed to fall for the pretty girl who smiles big and tells him when he’s being an asshole? Everything about her was exactly what he wanted in a woman. So, maybe listening to her wasn’t such a bad thing. 

~*~*~

“When I graduated college, I traveled throughout the world for a year. It made learning English pretty easy.” she shrugs, twirling the pasta around her fork. After shopping for a few hours, Yoongi insisted on stopping at the one Italian restaurant in the small valley at the bottom of the mountains. He only insisted because he knows it’s her favorite. 

“Ah, without you here I would be screwed.” Yoongi shrugs, reaching his fork across the table and digging it into a piece of chicken on her plate. She doesn’t make the effort to slap his hand away, instead reaching for his sangria and taking a sip. 

“I think that in a lot of aspects in your life. Where would you be if I didn’t pick out your outfits for the day?” she giggles as she speaks, already knowing the answer to her ridiculous question. 

“Hm,” he hums, slurping up some of his own food and pausing to swallow, “struggling to tell my right from my left sock.” 

Yoongi grins from ear to ear the moment her laughter leaves her lips. 

This is how their days together were usually spent in Korea, so the fact that the slush covered streets didn’t deter the two of them made moments like these even more special. 

“Why don’t you date?” she asks suddenly, stacking their plates as they were cleared off. 

Yoongi nearly chokes on his drink, taking a deep breath through his nose before swallowing the liquid in his mouth. He clears his throat, “what makes you ask that?” 

“Well,” her face turns slightly red, “I’ve seen all the other members dating. Bring people home. I’ve just never seen you do that so I was just curious as to why.” 

He can tell that she feels like she’s over stepping a boundary. Maybe she is. Of course it’s not appropriate for an assistant to ask her boss why he isn’t so keen on finding a woman to date. Yet, Yoongi isn’t upset by the question. Shocked? Possibly, but he doesn’t feel the need to deny her of an answer. 

“I have my eye on someone, I’m just not sure if she knows that I like her yet.” his words fall off his lips unstirred, landing into a pile on the table that Yoongi suddenly feels desperate to wipe away. Why even give her the notion that he may be interested in her? 

She smiles, but it doesn’t quite brighten up her face like her usual ones, “Who’s the lucky guy or gal?” 

Yoongi raises an eyebrow, “Lucky, eh?” 

“Well, yeah,” she laughs nervously, as though she didn’t mean to say what she said, “you’re a catch, Min Yoongi. Anyone would be lucky to have you.” 

He chuckles, that same breathy chuckle that seems to have an affect on women he meets. It comes across as careless, unwavering in his attempt to pull off his cool persona, yet it’s really just a ruse to hide the fact that he wants nothing more than to take this woman home and fall asleep with her between his arms. Yoongi meets her eyes momentarily, catching a shine in her shaking pupil. He drags his bottom lip between his teeth while his eyes drag to his assistants lips. They’re cherry red, stained with the remnants of his cherry sangria. He bets they’d taste amazing. 

Nodding, he speaks, “Would you feel lucky to have me?”

Her breath stutters as her eyes go wide. She seems to contemplate for a moment before she opens her mouth, “U- uhm, I’ll go get the bill.” 

Abruptly, she turns away and walks towards the front counter. Yoongi sighs, waiting for a moment before placing a 20 on the table and collecting both of their things. Multiple bags from various stores around the valley fill his arms and he quietly follows her back out into the street. 

In an almost unspoken decision, the two of them begin their trek back to the car and Yoongi drives them back into the mountains just as the sun is about to set. 

Though silent, Yoongi could tell his assistant was nervous. Her fingers fiddled in her lap while she stared out of the window into the dark wooded road. 

Perhaps he had been to abrupt. Perhaps he should have broke his interest to her a little slower. Or not at all. It probably would have been better for anyone if he didn’t say anything at all. 

~*~*~

His usual night routine began with a shower. Afterward, he brushed his teeth and blow dried his hair. Then, he turned on the bedside lamp and opened a book Namjoon had suggested to him ages ago. ‘The Unbearable Lightness of Being’ has become some sort of sick irony to him now. Minus the mistress, living awkwardly with a woman and not being able to leave quite yet was how he lived his life. 

It’s only been 2 days since he said anything to her, yet it felt like an eternity. There wasn’t anymore jokes, nor did he feel like he could speak to her as an equal. She called him Mr. Min, and it hurt. 

Suddenly, he hears a knock on his door frame. He glances up, and she stands in his doorway in her sleep wear. An oversized T-shirt and shorts that hid subtly beneath.

“Hello.” he greets, closing his book and setting it on the night stand. Sliding his glasses off his face, he turns his attention to her. She fiddles with the hem of her shirt, swallowing nervously. 

“When you asked if I would feel lucky to be with you, what did you mean?” 

Oh, so we’re getting right into it. 

Despite only being a couple years younger than Yoongi, she seemed nearly child-like as she asked the question. Her eyes stay glued to her feet while she sways gently. 

“Just that. Would you feel lucky to be with me?” 

She nearly scoffs, “What kind of a question is that?” 

Yoongi rolls his eyes, “Answer the question.” 

With a huff, she walks into the room and sits at the foot of Yoongi’s bed, “Of course I would be lucky to be with you, dumbass. You’re Min Yoongi.” 

“No,” Yoongi isn’t satisfied with that answer, “would you be satisfied with just being with Yoongi. Not Suga of BTS, not Agust D. Just... Yoongi.” 

She tilts her head adorably, her forehead creasing with concern, “That’s what I mean. You’re Yoongi, I’d be the luckiest girl in the world.” 

He smiles, crossing his legs and leaning forward, “That’s what sets you apart from other people. They don’t want just Yoongi. They want the identity I’ve created for the public.” 

“So that’s why you don’t want to date?” 

“I do,” he sighs, “I just want to with you.” 

She swallows, “Are you asking me out?” 

Yoongi shrugs, “If that’s what you want this to be, then yes.” 

As though the heavens had opened up and an angel had descended right in front of Yoongi, her face is bright with delight. She leans forward, crashing her lips onto Yoongi’s.

He’s quick to wrap his arms around her, bringing her as close to him as possible. Her frame fits against his perfectly, just as he had imagined so many times before. Yoongi feels his abdomen ignite with butterflies while her hands move to cup his cheeks. She rests her forehead gently against his, her breathing ragged. 

“Maybe this vacation wasn’t so bad.” Yoongi jokes, kissing each of her cheeks. 

Her eyes flutter close, “I’ve been telling you that from the beginning.” 

He grins, “I wanted you to prove it to me.” 

“Well, did I?” 

Yoongi doesn’t respond, he simply brings his lips back to hers. 

He gently lays her onto the bed, careful not to break the kiss. Her hands grip the back of his shirt as if he could disappear in her arms. It takes everything in him not to begin kissing down her neck, the last thing he wants is to scare her off. Yet, she encourages him. 

“I’m on the pill.” She whispers against his lips, and Yoongi grins. This was going to be a very fun night.

[infinitegalahad]

CARRIE!!!!! HELLO MY FRIEND 💜💜💜 hope you're having a lovely day (or night) haha. Can I get "dance with me?" and "i think i might love you" with Eugene Roe of course 🥺🥺🥺

MOONLIGHT SERENADE

Prompts: "dance with me? & "i think i might love you"

Summary: You and Eugene are madly in love with each other but there’s one problem; the two of you don’t even realize it. Babe and Renee step in. 

Word-Count: 2.2k

Notes: KRYSTA!! I’m so sorry this is late ❣️ life has been crazy. I just got out of school and I’m bored as hell, so I’m doing some requests. I recommend listening to “Moonlight Serenade” By Frank Sinatra while reading. Hope you enjoy! 

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The pretty things in life never fitted into your schedule. Growing up, you were a tomboy by heart. Your appearance and boys never phased you a bit. The older you got, the less you cared. You wore pants, were “unattractive” to most men, but it didn’t matter to you. Love was simply not for you. After all, no man would want you, and you accepted that fact, closing your heart off.

Enlisting in the war as a Radioman, there was no time for being pretty. Showers were non-existent and you would go days with blood stains on your clothes and grim under your nails. Still, you were just fine with that.

But your best (and only female) friend Renee was simply not okay with that, especially when it came hours before the military ball in Austria. The sun was setting when the two of you sat in your conjoined room. Both of you were dressed in nothing but your underwear as Renee attempted to comb through your messed hair. She was determined to make sure you were a whole new person within the next few hours.

“Ow-your pulling so hard!” You complained as Renee tightly rolled your bangs onto your forehead, securing the hair with bobby pins.

Renee patted your shoulder, “Shush, you are just fine. Look at you!” She forced you to look at the mirror with your face patted with eyeshadow and mascara and your hair in a half up half down. “You look magnifique, ma chérie!”

You cringed at the shit. Despite smelling nice, it was an alien feeling for you to feel pretty.”Yeah, I just don’t feel so magnifique let’s just say..”

Looking down at your hands, you can see the once bloodied and chipped nails now equally filed, coated with a bright red to match your lipstick and dress. Renee placed her manicured hands on your bare shoulders and gave them a tight squeeze,

“Get rid of that nonsense. You’re going to be la belle du bal!” She encouraged me, which earned a smile. Giving a freidney peck on your check, she leads you to the closest, “We haven’t even got to the best parts!”

“Parts. Two things? Renee, this is worrisome.”

Opening the closest, she revealed a beautiful ball gown. It was a bright shade of red that reached to the ground. It had short sleeves and a low breast line. Next to the dress was a small box. You didn’t even have time to question it as Renee grabbed the dress and put you in it. Eugene was right; that woman had magical hands. After putting the dress on, you tried to go to the mirror, but she stopped you.

“Renee!” You begged, “I think you’ve done enough for me.”

She laughed, “Hold on! Being around men has changed you. Let me add the finishing touches.” Grabbing you back, she clipped a necklace and earrings onto you, before letting you stand in front of the mirror. You didn’t even recognize the person in front of it. The makeup, the dress that displayed your curves, the beautiful golden earrings and necklace. The necklace had to have been the most stunning piece. It was a pearl choker with a golden pendant of Saint Maria Goretti.

“Wow…I…” You were at a total loss for words. For the first time in a year, you actually looked like a girl-or should you say a woman with your golden jewelry and red satin dress. “Renee, thank you. I…did you get these all for me?”

Renee waved her hands, moving her fingers back and forth, “See, magic hands! No, I did not. Your secret admirer did.”

You quirked an eyebrow. Who could that be. You saw the devious smirk on the Belgian nurse’s face, so you decided to interrogate her, “Who? Come on. Tell me!”

“A secret is a secret, ma chérie!” Renee nudged your shoulder. As you were about to question her more, a sudden knock at the door caused you too to spin over. The sounds of a thick Cajun and Philly accent could be heard for a mile away. You could recognize those from anywhere.

You knew Renee’s little plan. Your hearts ripped as your cheeks turned to the color of your dress, “Renee!” You gave her a slap, “You did not.”

“I did!” A spin of blue could be seen as Renee walked towards the door, forcefully dragging you so, “It’s about time for you two to make a move. Everybody has been talking about it.”

“Rumors are rumors. We both know Eugene well. He would never-”

Stepping on your foot, Renee opened the door with a wild smile and loudly. “Eugene! Babe! You’re just on time!”

Once you saw Eugene and made eye contact, you wanted to die. Not in a bad way, but with his dress blues on and sharp jaw, it would be the death of you. Eugene normally was one for not making eye contact, since he saw it was unformatting. But when he laid eyes upon, he could not look away as his pink skin grew redder by the second.

“You two look incredible! Holy moley!” Babe happily exclaimed, “We’re gonna be the luckiest guys in the whole wide world.”

Babe and Renee started up a whole conversation. Awkwardly standing there, you fidgeted with the necklace that had been given to you. It looked expensive, and it made your heart flutter. What man would give such a nice gift to you? As you thought of a list in your head, you felt a small tap on your shoulder. Looking up, it was Eugene. You flashed a smile and titled your head, “Doc. Pleasure to see you.”

Eugene observed you and nodded his head with his hands behind his back, “You as well, miss y/n.” He leaned in close to your ear, enough for you to inhale his smokey cologne, “You look absolutely stunnin’ tonight.”

“Thank you. You boys cleaned up well tonight,” You responded back as you felt your arms go numb. His cajun voice was so husky and as a whisper-good lord. “I’m gonna suppose Renee asked you to come.”

Eugene turned to see Babe and Renee smiling and laughing before turning back to see. His eyes made eye contact with the choker before he met with your eyes. “She did. I’m not complain’. I like you being’ my company.”

“Hey, lovebirds!” Babe called out. Renee looked back and gave you a quick wink as he held Babe’s arm. Eugene gave Babe a glare as he goofily smiled back, “Cmon-there servin’ beer. It’s a perk of civilization.”

“Last time you drank, it didn’t end well for you Babe. Guarno wants me to look out for you. Just to make sure you don’t end up with alcohol poisoning again,” You fired back with a little sass. Renee let out a laugh as Babe went red. Him and Renee walked forward, arm in arm. Babe looked flustered as he tried to defend himself to Renee, who simply was in a fit of giggles.

Eugene extended his arm out, nudging his head. “Shall we, miss y/n?”

You flashed a smile, melting your arm into his. One of your arms curved into his as your other rested in the center of his elbow, your fingernails gently tapping against me.

“Lead the way, Mister Roe.”

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Placing the two drinks down, Babe let out a long sigh. Renee, with her chin resting in her palm, looked just as hopeless as Babe did.

“Nothing! Nada! Zilch.” Babe cried, running a hand over his forehead, “Did you tell y/n ‘bout the necklace?”

Renee slapped his shoulder, “I said a secret admirer. I mean, I thought she would know but...both of them are so stupid with love.”

Babe looked over at y/n and Roe. The two of you sat at the same table, awkwardly conversing with each other. The both of you were too shy to advance for something. Renee and Babe we're praying to their lucky stars for a miracle to happen.

“I mean-you see the way Gene looks at her. His eyes go all soft and he gets all smiley and shit. When we were in Paris, he just went on and on about her. After every beer, it was like...word vomit. Love vomit.”

Renee rolled her eyes, “Anything but that.”

“Hey! Let me tell my story. So, I gave him some advice. He saw that necklace and the pair of earrings, and told me that it would go well with Y/n’s skin. Told him to buy it. The poor man had nothing, but he’s willing to do anything for her. He’s just scared she’s too good for him.”

“That’s exactly what she thinks.” Renee saw y/n and Eugene smile at each other. Eugene stood up and gently brushed her shoulder and whispered in your ear. As he walked again, y/n turned over to look at him with awe in her eyes. It was obvious that y/n and Eugene were in love with each other, more than anything in the world. But even they, lovesick puppies, didn’t see their affection for each other.

As Eugene returned with his drinks, the lights in the room began to dim. Paratroopers and girls with pretty dresses began to pass him, hand in hand, into the middle of the ballroom floor. You looked up and saw them move. You looked down at your lap, unconfident. All these girls had a better chance then you with their natural femininity. You just never felt like a woman ever, and no matter what you did, you never were one. A true one, atleast.

Eugene saw your sadness and knew how to fix it. He tenderly tilted your chin up, moving a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You grew soft, your attention focused on him.

“Dance with me?” He quietly asked, holding out his calloused hands.

You took his hand with your manicured one as he closed your hand, tightly squeezing it.

“I’d loved too,” You replied kindly. Eugene nodded his head and led you to the dance floor. The familiar faces of men in the company struck you, with pretty girls in their arms. Stopping in the middle with the dimmed lights, Eugene snaked a hand onto the small of your back as you wrapped your arm around him, conjoining your free hands.

I stand at your gate and the song that I sing is of moonlight. I stand and I wait for the touch of your hand in the June night. The roses are sighing a moonlight serenade.

The first minute of the dance was quiet, but tranquil. You felt calmed by Roe’s mere presence. He was naturally such a kind person, and every time you saw him, your heart would grow a million sizes. He held you with such care and treated you like you were a sweet creature. You moved closer, leaning into his chest, feeling comfortable with the energy.

“Your nails-” Eugene blurted. You looked over and saw your hands. They were smaller than his, with smooth (y/s/c) skin and long red nails, “They look nice. Your hands are pretty.”

“Thank you, Eugene. You’ve been so nice to me all night. I’m sorry...I just haven’t even been with someone who’s so kind to me.” You explained, “Now tell me, are you the so-called secret admirer that Renee was talking about?”

The stars are aglow and tonight how their light sets me dreaming. My love, do you know that your eyes are like stars brightly beaming? I bring you and sing you a moonlight serenade.

Roe looked away for a second, like he was caught in the act, Biting his lip with rosy cheeks, he slowly nodded, “I do, ma’am.”

“Now, are you the southern gentleman who gifted me this fine necklace?”

Roe smiled and nodded, “Yes ma’am,” His hand moved lower on your body, playing with the fabric on the dress, “And the dress. I saw it and I didn’t care ‘about anything-I just’ thought you’d look prettier in it, ‘cause you already very pretty miss”

You froze and brought a hand to Eugene's face. You had a feeling in your gut it was him, but hearing his kind words made you melt. “Oh Gene, you’re too kind. Thank you for making me feel so pretty.”

“Of course, ma’am. I wanna see you happy and pretty.” Eugene bowed his head, “Can I also tell you somethin else?”

“Go on,” You advanced your head into his chest.

Let us stray till break of day In love's valley of dreams. Just you and I, a summer sky, A heavenly breeze kissing the trees

Pulling you close, he moved towards your cheek and once again whispered into your ear, “I think i might love you". He planted a trail of kisses from your ear to your cheek to your chin. Once he finished, you pulled away, holding his face in your hands.

“I think I love you,” You confessed as he leaned in your hold, which made you smile, “I wanna be with you for the rest of my days.”

“I do too, miss. Come home with me.” Eugene held your hands, with a begging look on your face, like a lovesick puppy.

Unable to say no, your lips curved into a faint smile.

“Of course, Eugene. Our home.”

So don't let me wait, come to me tenderly in the June night. I stand at your gate and I sing you a song in the moonlight, A love song, my darling, a moonlight serenade.

[the-fiction-witch]

Love Benny Watts X

(first try doing a comfort letter style thing so I hope it's okay)

My Dearest Y/n, my sweetest sugar cookie.

You might be wondering as to why I have put pen to paper to write you this letter when I could have simply called you. Well a phone call is lovely, but this way you can read these words again when you need them.

That and if I write it whenever you read it you shall hear my sexy voice in your head. 

I'm kidding but you know what I mean. 

I miss you terribly, you know I hate being away from you for this long, I kinda wish I could take you with me but I know you'd hate it.

I know you haven't been… doing so good on your own lately. 

I'm sorry I have to be away so much I'd be there with you if I could.

If it helps when you don't feel so good, put the electric blanket on low, put the everly brothers record on low, crawl into bed and hug my pillow like I'm there with you, imagine I'm there to cuddle with, like I'm ticking your waist, kissing your hair, whispering alternate lyrics in your ear. 

I know it's not the same but if it helps.

I worry about you, I know how you can get inside your head sometimes without other people around, please don't just lock yourself in the apartment, you know that only makes it worse.

Just remember what I told you, if you're somewhere and you feel like you're getting an anxious tummy, we stop don't we sugar? We stop for a minute and play a little speed chess in your head. Reply the moves in your head. What piece goes to what square and if when we have finished our game it's still not gone then we'll figure it out, together. I know you can do it when I'm with you so I know your strong enough to do it on your own too,

Don't feel bad about it though no matter what even if you are too bad to go through with something, I don't think any less of you for it. 

I know how insecure you can get sometimes, especially without me around but you shouldn't have to have me around to remind you how lovely and amazing you are, but do it helps when every morning when you get dressed after your shower, while your standing in the mirror before you pick yourself apart just… imagine I'm there behind you and imagine what I would say. 

Imagine how I'd compliment you or cuddle you because of how pretty you look. 

And if none of that works then I give you permission to wear my Jacket. I left it there for you so you can wear it sometimes when you feel sad I know it works like a comfort blanket for you so you can wear it, if it makes you feel better, just don't stretch the sleeves out like you did to my jumper. 

I hope you're keeping to the meal schedule we made for you, I know you don't always want to eat and I'm not going to force you but… you know it's bad for you, you know it, I know it, and I just wanna help. Fruit in the morning, maybe cereal, sandwich for lunch and something with veggies for dinner okay? You can't eat cereal for every meal and a bowl of rice with cut up chicken nuggets is not dinner. 

I don't mean to be pushy sugar cookie, I just know you struggle, you know if I was there holding your hand the whole time if I could, I just wanna make sure you're happy and you feel okay, I don't know what I'd do if I lost you.

Hey you have to take care of yourself and get better, else who will I take to Russia with me? Who will I kiss when I become world champion? Who's going to be waiting at the end of the aisle for me? Who's going to make me coffee in the morning when I'm too lazy to get out of bed, who's going to clean my apartment and play chess with me? Who's going to make me smile every morning as I cuddle you close and give you tickly kisses telling you how beautiful you look.

I know I'm not great with this stuff and I wish I could be better, so I can help you out even more. Remember what I said, relax, take a breath, play a little game of chess, and imagine I'm there with you. Your much stronger than you think you are and I know you can do anything you set your mind to my sweet sugar cookie, your beautiful, your a genius, and the most wonderful girl I've ever met,

 and hey if you really need a pick me up just remember, I'm marrying Benny watts, yeah see how lucky you are. Now if that doesn't prove that you must be the smartest, most beautiful woman in the world I don't know what will. 

I'm kidding y/n, I'm the luckiest guy in the world to get to marry you. 

No matter what happens or how bad you feel, I still love you and nothing can change that.

Take care of yourself sugar cookie I'll be home soon 

Love Benny Watts X

[uwuwriting]

Todoroki Shouto soulmate au ”a strand of their soulmates’ hair"

Request: 🌼 With Todoroki please - anonymous SPECIAL EVENT ASKS.

I have so many requests to choose form but I’ve decided to start with my best baby boi Shoto. I hope you like it and be ready for like two months? of soulmates lol. Love yaa.💖💖💖

warnings: fluff

Soulmates. Since the beginning of time, soulmates existed, connecting two individuals with a bond so strong that nothing could fracture. No matter who you were or from where you were, your soulmate was the one person who would fulfill every need and meet all your expectations to the fullest. Even though the universe gave the world the privilege of providing them with their other half, the process of finding the one and only wasn’t easy. Soulmate bridges vary from marks, first words etched on your skin, communicating with one another through writing on your body, to feeling each others pain whether it be physical or emotional or hear a faint tune in your head which gets louder as you tread nearer to your mate. The most common of characteristics must be the red string, leading you to your soulmate no matter how far they are and being able to feel the tug from their end when they need to feel your presences. 

Y/N L/N always wished that she had a red string to lead her to her mate. A string to signify that out there, there was someone who waited for her with open arms ready to accept her for who she was and love her till the end. Someone who would pull her out of this whole she grew up in, away from the abuse and the pain. Some times she wished that her soulmate could feel her pain and they knew what she was going through, but she never felt something herself. If she was lucky maybe she would catch a glimpse of them in her dreams, seeing her in a tranquil state while she roamed the lands of her imagination. She wished for a sign that she did indeed have a soulmate. Y/N was not a lucky person. 

As she reached the age of ten she expected something to change. After all, the stories of soulmate marks appearing or the sudden pain of your soulmate all said that by the age of ten the signs should be there. Only those who’s soulmates have passed or don’t have one, are bare. As one classmate after the other, started to share stories about their characteristics, Y/N was back in first grade, when she was the only one who had yet to get a quirk. She was a late bloomer to be honest having to reach the late age of eight to activate her quirk. She deemed herself of the lucky few who developed a quirk this late. Buy Y/N was not a lucky person. 

She had accepted the fact that she had no one waiting for her by the age of twelve. No signs means no soulmate. No other half. No destined partner. She would have to find true love on her own, battle for it in a world full with soulmates, and she was ready to accept the challenge. She was determined to make up for the love she didn’t get from her home with someone new even if they weren’t her soulmate. She had accepted her fate. After all, Y/N was not a lucky person.

So when she woke up one morning with a strand of red and white in her h/c hair she was beyond surprised. At the age of fourteen, Y/N L/N had finally gotten her soulmate mark. A hair mark was deemed one of the most hard to decipher marks since many people shared the same hair color. Those with this characteristic were more often than not labelled as unluckily to find the correct person. But Y/N’s strand wasn’t simple. The red and white colored hairs intertwined with one another perfectly and made a stark contrast to her natural  color. She could admire the colors all day, satisfied just by the fact that it was there, that she wasn’t truly alone after all. But, Y/N was not a lucky person. 

“Y/N!! You’re going to be late and I’m not driving you!!!” 

That snapped her out of her trance and she quickly got dressed, tugging her soulmate’s hair behind her ear trying to hide it. In her household, soulmates were considered a waste of time and she knew that once she got her mark, they would do anything to keep her away from her other half. That’s why for days on end she hid it. Hid her mark and her excitement, hid her happiness and anticipation, going on with her schedule as nothing had changed. And it worked. 

Now she’s standing in class 1-A in her new high school, chatting with a girl that she met during her entrance exam. She was going to be a hero, a person who saves others, who helps them back on their feet and keeps them safe form prying hands. She was going to be a hero despite what her parents said. She was going to be a hero and she was going to be the best one out there. Arriving early to school was a habit she couldn’t shake. Ever since she was little, getting to school well before the rest of the class had been her goal. It gave her more time away from home and it let her see her classmates before class. This of course didn’t change in high school. 

The girl, Momo, was talking about her expectations for the school speaking her mind without hesitation. Y/N wouldn’t fully focus on her, her eyes sliding back and forth every time someone new stepped into the classroom. She had seen some interesting faces until he walked in. He was slightly taller than some of the other boys in the room but his aura made him seem bigger. The blank expression on his face never left even after many greetings from your new classmates. He took the seat next to yours without saying a word, his dual colored hair framing his face as he started taking his things out of his bag. And there, falling in front of one of his eyes, was a h/c strand. Unconsciously your hand flew to your own soul mark, twirling it between your fingers, eyes trained on the boy in front of you. Momo noticed this and her eyes darted from the boy to your hand and back again. She was connecting the dots and after a small pause she placed a hand on your shoulder.  

“Go say hi! He may not be friendly but I think he’ll talk to you. “ with a soft smile she gave you a light push and walked away.

Patting down your skirt and tugging the strand back in its place behind your ear, you made your way to him.

“Hi. I’m L/N Y/N.” you said extending your hand.

The boy looked up, his dual colored eyes locking with yours. He looked at you for a moment and then your hand, before grasping it and shaking.

“Todoroki Shoto, nice to meet you L/N.” his voice was cold, too cold, but there was an undeniable pull to him. And you weren’t the only one feeling it. Todoroki was vastly aware of the h/c strand that he dawned and one look at your hair made him believe, hope even, that they were the same shade. But he couldn’t see any sign of his own hair color on you, neither of his hair colors to be exact.  He was losing hope until he saw a vibrant red coming form behind your ear. 

Todoroki is blunt and his been told that he is many times during his school years. So when he got up and reached for the strand, you froze. His hand was cold as it made contact with your skin but nonetheless gentle. He was being careful and he knew it. It was the first day of high school after all, even this action was overly weird for the first day. And he didn’t want to seem weird right off the bat. His thoughts were running at 100 miles per hour until he saw the colors clearly. 

Red and white.  

He froze, eyes widening at the sight. You lifted your own hand to his face, gently grabbing the h/c strand in between your fingers. A smile so bright, cracked her face and she couldn’t contain the small giggle that bubbled out. Todoroki himself let out a surprised laugh, his eyes having a new spark in them. 

“I thought I’d never find you.” he whispered still staring at the strand as the colors started to be replaced with your own hair color as the bond between the both of you materialized. 

“Neither did I but here we are.” you smiled at him watching as his own hair turned back to normal. 

“Here we are indeed.” 

Y/N was not a luck person. She never was and she believes that she never will be. But at that moment she felt the luckiest person in the world. 

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[planetsano]

You think I’m pretty? You have this all wrong, love. You’re so pretty, words could never describe. You’re jaw dropping, I’m so lucky to call you mine.

I’ll give you all of the attention in the world if that’s what it takes. You deserve it, Bria. You think I make you happy? You make me the happiest man in the world. I wish you could see the smile on my face right now.

I know you like when I’m mean, I can feel it. The things I would do right now to feel your mouth around my cock. I miss the feeling of you deep throating my cock, hearing your gasp for air, feeling your nails dig into my thigh. My hand pushing your head down, making you gag, makes me hard again. I wanna whisper what a whore you are for me, I wanna make your body for everyone else to see. Does that turn you on, Bria? Me calling you a slut, or me shoving my cock down your bratty little throat?

God, I’m hungry for you. I crave you, Bria. I crave your touch, your lips, your pussy. I need you more than ever, babe. Please come to me, I need to feel you.

-Armin

you're so pretty, min. i just want you to know that, okay? i'm so happy that you're here with me of all the people you could have chosen to talk to. i feel like the happiest and luckiest girl in the while world.

you're smiling, yeah? that makes me feel all warm inside. you have the cutest smile i've ever seen. seeing you happy makes me twice as happy. you're so amazing, i'd do anything for you. you know that?

all of it turns me on, min. fucking all of it, you have no idea. i like it when you call me mean names and i love it when you shove that fat cock in my throat and hold my head down so i can choke. your cum tastes so good. i fucking love it when you make me swallow then hold my tongue out so you can see and call me your good little slut. does that make you proud of me, min? does it feel good to fuck my mouth? does it? 'just wanna be good for you.

i want you too, so fucking bad. i'm so wet at the thought of you and your cock, i could cum untouched if i wanted to. i'll do anything you want, just use me. just tell me what you want me to do and i'll do it, min. i'll fucking do it. 'love you so much, please..

[giorno-plays-piano]

Playing games Pairing: dark!Sebastian Stan x Reader Warning: yandere, swearing, some non-con implications towards the end. Words: 2069. P.S. JESUS CHRIST WHAT HAVE I DONE I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON I HOPE NO ONE WHO REALLY MET SEBASTIAN GONNA READ THIS ghjdfyjdfds I’m so sorry guys _____________________________________ “I asked for a vanilla latte with extra milk, not caramel cappuccino.”

You rolled your eyes at his irritated remark. You knew Sebastian wasn’t in his best mood this morning and expected him to make your day nastier just because he felt like it.

“Sorry, but I’m sure it was caramel cappuccino. You asked for some cinnamon on the top, remember?”

“No, I didn’t.” He snarled and looked at you, giving a mocha frappe to Jill, his hair artist. “I asked for a vanilla latte. If you suffer from memory loss, you’d better visit your doctor once we get back to US.”

What an asshole. Mary, who was now applying some makeup on Sebastian’s face with her beauty blenders and brushes, bit down on her lip: she had been watching how he treated you for the last 3 weeks, and it was a living nightmare. It was very odd since Sebastian was on good terms with pretty much everyone around, but you were always an exception. Why? Neither Mary nor Jill could tell. There was nothing revolting in the way you behaved around Mr. Stan, simply doing your job as his assistant. You were getting him coffee every morning, buying some personal stuff for him, managing his meetings… but you were more an errand girl, that’s true. It was surprising for most of the other people surrounding you two, but you didn’t object to your tasks. You were furious because of the way Sebastian treated you.

He was mean, unfair, irritating, and rude. You didn’t deserve it.

“Well, my voice recorder tells I got everything right.” You pulled it from the pocket of your below-knee sheath skirt, ready to press the button.

“What the fuck is that?” The man rose to his feet immediately, almost pushing frozen Mary out of his way and stepping towards you. “How many times do I have to tell you? NO. FUCKING. RECORDERS.”

He was ready to snatch it from your hands, yet you were able dodge him right on time, hiding the recorder in your pocket again.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry, I’ll put it away!” In a second you were behind Jill’s tall figure as if you were a child hiding from a bad-tempered parent, Sebastian watching you with anger in his cold blue eyes. “I’m not going to use it. But it’s still true, you asked for caramel cappuccino.”

“Guess what? I don’t fucking care.” He growled in a low voice. “You’ll go and get me vanilla latte because it’s your goddamn job. And I want my coffee before Jill’s finished with my hair, understood?”

Watching his with clear disdain on your face, you cursed under your breath. It was freaking hot in Prague where Sebastian was filming now and getting out the second time just to run to Starbucks once more would sure ruin both your makeup and a white blouse you had been wearing. Damn it.

“God, why do you have to be such a bastard most of the time?” You snapped at him, visibly shaking with fury. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you a closet psycho or what?”

“I’m the one who pays you, honey.” He smiled at you the same way he always did it in front of the camera and you felt sick.

You stormed off the room without having a glance back at his perfect white teeth. Sebastian Stan was the worst person you had ever met, and you were working for him, seeing him every day and listening to his orders as if you were his pet. How did it come to this? Why did he look like the most perfect human being to you six months ago? What made him behave like that to you when in reality it was him who offered you a job?

God, it was all messed up. You did not remember when things got so bad you could yell at each other in a full voice. It was actually surprising, someone like you shouting and swearing at one of the world’s most famous actors, but it was something Sebastian let you do. Like he wanted you to scream at him regardless who surrounded you whether it was his makeup artists, agents, cleaning ladies or anyone else. It was like he got off on it.

True, this job payed well, much better than the one you had before. Moreover, in these 6 months you saw more countries than you did in your entire life, travelling with Sebastian everywhere and meeting tons of new people, many of them being great professionals. It was inspiring; it made you dream of all the things you thought were impossible; it made you curious and gave you a chance to practice your networking skills.

But Sebastian was fucking blowing it. After six months of constant everyday battles filled with rage and pure hatred you had gained weight, 10 pounds to be precise. Now you were having problems to sleep, and you knew it wasn’t the jet lag.

Anyway, you spent the whole day running around the city to buy him this or that. In the evening you were so tired you could barely move your legs while Sebastian was clearly pleased seeing you like that. It probably stroked his enormous ego.

Fuck it. You didn’t deserve a minute of it. You were not going to let him ruin you for fun, just because he could it since he payed you. Why did you spend you precious time trying to please him? Sure, you still considered him one of the best actors on the planet, but the things he did to you were not ok. He wasn’t ok. Maybe he really was a psycho or had some disorder he didn’t want to treat, you had no idea. But you knew it couldn’t continue like that. It was too much.

You spent an hour writing an email and asking to be laid off. It was just a few lines, simple and professional, yet you were constantly adding and then erasing new sentences. You shouldn’t make it personal, you thought to yourself. You doubted you could leave on agreeable terms, but you needed to give it a try. Even if your last argument with Mr. Stan might be the worst of them all, it would be your last one. It was worth it.

Sighing, you decided to take a stroll before going to bed. 15 minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? You’d have some fresh air and enjoy the view of Prague’s Powder Gate – you were lucky to stay right in the center of this magnificent old city. You could make some more photos to show your friends once you return back home. It was also nice to just sit on a bench and look at the night sky full of stars.

Maybe then you wouldn’t feel so guilty for leaving Sebastian and your team.

In the end, it took you way more that 15 minutes, but your late-night walk made your thoughts clear and left no regrets about your choice. What was happening between you and Sebastian wasn’t right, and you could do nothing but leave. With so many people wishing to work for him he would get another assistant in a matter of hours, and you would get your life back. Those money you earned would keep you afloat quiet some time even if you wouldn’t be able to get a job right away.

“What is this, Y/N?”

His voice almost made you jump. Sebastian stood up from the chair in the corner of your room once you put on the lights. What the Hell was he doing here so late? How did he open the door? If he needed anything, he could simply give you a call.

Oh. You saw your little black recorder in his hand.

“I told you I won’t use it anymore.” Your jaw clenched.

“I’m not talking about this piece of shit.”

He tossed your recorder on your bed as if he couldn’t care less and moved towards you so fast you had no time to step back.

“What is this pathetic email you wrote?” Sebastian’s handsome face darkened. “Are you not right in the head? You want to leave?”

“Yes, I do. What’s wrong with that?” Your expression hardened. He dared to touch your laptop when you weren’t there. “I thought you’d be glad to know. Today you told me three times I didn’t deserve working for you, correct?”

“You know perfectly well I wasn’t serious.”

“God, I have a hard time telling when you’re serious since all you do is hating me.”

He sent you an icy glare.

“You know I don’t hate you. You just happen to bring the worst in me, dear.”

There he was again. God, were you going to have this argument right now when you were deadly tired? You hoped it could wait till tomorrow, but it was clearly not your luckiest day.

“If you want to blame me again, it’s ok. I’m the worst one. I’m a bad person and a terrible assistant.” You squeezed your eyes shut and sighed again, scratching your forehead. “I get it. What I don’t get is why you aren’t happy I’m leaving.”

“Because I don’t want you to leave. If I really hated you so much, I’d already found another assistant, but I don’t want that.”

“Listen, let’s stop playing our games just for a few minutes.” This conversation made you feel even more exhausted. “We don’t get along. You don’t like me. Why do we torment each other? I don’t even remember the last time we had a regular conversation without shouting and cursing.”

“I’m not playing games with you, dear. You do.” He had already cornered you, his face determined and somewhat unsettling. “What do you want? A raise? More benefits?”

You were ready to yell at him again.

“Did you listen to what I just said? I want to leave. I want to come home and forget about all our horrible fights. I want to have a steady and boring job back in US. Do you understand?”

“NO, I DON’T!” The man screamed at you again, and now you suddenly felt his arms clenching your shoulders painfully and winced from his touch. “I already told you to stop toying with me! After all this shameless flirting and batting your eyes you wanna tell me you’re leaving? Do you think I’m so stupid to believe in this bullshit?”

It took you a few seconds to process his words. What? Flirting? Well, you did consider him handsome and charming, who on Earth didn’t, but you had never pulled anything like that. At first, it was because of your professionalism, and then your relationships escalated so fast you knew that he hated you and you hated him. What Sebastian had been even talking about?

You felt very aware how close he was once you felt his heavy breath on your face. He never did this before.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I want to leave. That’s all.” You tried pushing him back with your hands against his chest. “Please, let me go. I need to… t-to go to the kitchen.”

“You’re going nowhere, dear.” His expression darkened. “Tell me the truth. You don’t want me to treat you like my assistant? I get it, I get it, it’s fine. I can treat you like my girl in front of everyone if that’s what you want.”

“No! I – “

His put his hand on your mouth immediately, leaning in closer.

“It’s ok, I understand. I grew tired of pretending like nothing happens between us, too. You want me to let everyone now? It’s ok. I’ll post our photo on Instagram tomorrow. Is this what you want? Is this what you want?”

You tried to scream, but his grip on you was too strong as if Sebastian was really some kind of super soldier. Desperately trying to wriggle free you only got him to hold you tighter, his soft lips all over your face already wet with tears.

“It’s ok, dear. I got it.” He shushed you, trying to keep your arms together with his hand and pushing his knee in between your legs. “I’m sorry it took me so long. I understand now, so you don’t have to go. You won’t go, will you?”

You couldn’t answer him even if you wanted to.

[super-unpredictable98]

Perfect Harmony (Three Summers AU)

Summer 2: Day 1

Warning: Strong language, smut (mild, but daddy kink stuff so beware)

(Perfect Harmony Masterlist)

"You look awfully happy to be here after... Everything," mom watched me as I unloaded my compact drumset.

"Well, I have a friend to meet. She's the only reason why I'm back."

"Uhum," she hummed sarcastically. "Only reason, huh?"

Turns out she was right after all. Sometimes it hurts, but I was still alive, I was still there, and life was still going on. Nothing like one day after the other (and some hair bleaching) to help with a heartbreak.

"Oh," mom widened her eyes slightly as she picked up her bag and gave me the keys to the car. "Maybe I should go."

"Why?"

She simply pointed behind me, with a smirk. When I turned around Roland was walking towards me, a sad smile on his face. He looked like a different man, leather jacket instead of his usual pinstriped blazer, and he had a goatee that made him look ten years older.

"Hey," he awkwardly shoved both hands in his pockets. 

"Hi," I tried to ignore the way my heart leaped in my chest. "How are you doing?"

"Y'know... Alright I guess? You?"

"Same," I nodded.

"I thought I'd never see you again. You didn't reply to any of my messages, or picked up my calls..."

"My phone was run over and I had to get a new one... Couldn't tell you because you never came to say goodbye."

"I was makin' you a surprise. I was fillin' in your application for the Academie Conservatoire and somethin' happened to my lock. The door was totally jammed, my phone and my laptop died. When someone came t'help me, it was too late."

"You could've sent me a letter..."

"Letter? What year is this? A girl doesn't pick up the phone, y'just assume she's not interested."

"I thought you weren't interested."

We stared at each other for a few moments not knowing what to say. I really missed his mossy eyes, his soft voice, his messy curls.

"I like the blonde streaks, y'look nice," he broke the silence.

"I don't know how I feel about the goatee, but you look nice too."

"Thanks?" Roland chuckled.

"Well, I left the band..."

"That's good for you. You were way too talented for those guys."

"Now I can legally drink and go to clubs in America so that's nice..."

"I s’pose," he agreed. "No more fake IDs."

"And I'm married."

"What?" he gaped at me, I've never seen him looking so horrified.

"Yeah," I flashed him a silver ring my auntie had given me last Christmas. "He's a doctor, cardiologist... Actually, he should be arriving any second." 

"Oh, I-I'm happy for you," Roland stumbled on his words. "He's a lucky guy..."

"I'm kidding, you idiot," I broke down laughing.

Roland sighed relieved. He deserved some payback after what I went through last year... Just a little bit.

"Thank God! Cause I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you."

"You what?" I thought he was joking, trying to get back at me.

"I love you, Venus, I have for a year now."

"Wow, you fuck me a couple times and you think you're in love with me... You really are a weirdo," I looked around uncomfortably with a scoff.

"No, I would still love you if we never had sex ever again."

"Really?" 

"Yeah, I mean... It would be unfortunate, cause you're quite good at it, but I would."

I didn't know how to react, that was just too much to take in. I started to remember what Ruby said, about not putting myself in a box and what my mom said, about giving love a chance. All of that fear and doubt came out in the form of tears that rolled down my face like a waterfall.

"I don't fall in love... We spent two days together, this is insane."

"Have you thought about me? At all?"

"Yeah..." I admitted.

"Did you miss me?"

"Kinda..."

"Did you come back to this stupid lame folk festival, your words not mine, because of the amazin' music?"

"No..."

"Then I guess you know what that means," he put on that dazzling smile that made me want to kiss him the first time I saw it.

"It means I love you?"

"Well, I was gonna say it means that I'm the luckiest fella in the world, but that works too," he wrapped his arms around me. "Give me a chance, will ya? I'm really sorry about what happened last year, I did everythin' I could. I called and texted every single day for months. Now I'm only five years away from meetin' your age requirement and all! Don't even call me boyfriend if you don't want to, but I can't stand the idea of leavin' this festival without you again. I finally realized what was missin' for me... It was the beat of a drum."

"We're completely different people, Roland. We might have some similarities, but at the end of the day, we're just opposites."

"But we're a perfect harmony, a killer mash-up."

"Do you only talk in music metaphors?"

"Mostly... I'm not askin' you t'jump into a serious relationship face first. I know you're not very fond of the idea of love, but we can figure it out, together. If y'want." 

"I love you, you absolute pretentious cunt."

I captured his lips before he had the chance to say anything else. Roland lifted me up in his arms and pinned me against the car to press his body against mine, kissing me back urgently.

"You're so... Eager."

"I missed you," he murmured. "Try not kissin' anyone for a fuckin’ year."

"You didn't kiss anyone?"

"No, did you?"

"Um... Maybe a few people."

"Well, it doesn't matter," he took my drumset. "All that matters is from now on. You want me to take this to the hut?"

"Yeah, please. I'll drop off the rest of my stuff in my room, I'll meet you there."

Before we parted ways, Roland pulled me by the waist once again and kissed me with that same enthusiasm, poor thing must be very touch-starved... On the way to the room, I made sure to stop by Ruby's tent.

"Venus!"

She ran out and I almost didn't recognize her. Instead of her usual dungarees and colorful shirts, she was dressed like... Like me. Black dress with a leather corset, lacy choker matching her lacy gloves, heavy eyeliner, combat boots, and a (clearly fake) lip ring. 

"Wow... I'm loving the new look!" I held her hand and she twirled. "Very rock n' roll."

"Thank you, you look amazing too. I was afraid you wouldn't come after... You know." 

"Oh, that was a misunderstanding. Apparently, he was making me a surprise and got stuck in his van," I laughed.

"That does seem like something he would do... So, are you and Roland gonna play again?"

"I guess so."

"Wait! What's that look?" she teased.

"We're kinda... Together, not a big deal."

"Not a big deal? It's a massive deal! I'm so glad for you guys!" 

"Let's not throw a parade," I rolled my eyes, though the thought warmed my heart. "How are the beats? Have you been practicing?"

"A lot, I think I'm getting good."

"Ruby, your mom is... Hello," an old man left the tent and sized me up, a slightly judging gaze.

"Gramps, this is Venus, the friend I told you about." 

"The one who plays the drums," he sighed. Something told me he blamed me for Ruby's changes, but honestly who doesn't go through this phase as a teenager? 

"So you're the famous gramps! I love the costume, by the way..." I mused at his completely white outfit and a hat covered in flowers.

"Thank you," he looked at me with even more suspicion.

"Well, I gotta go. My boyf... My Roland is waiting for me. You should drop by later, play a little."

"Sure, I'll be there," she waved as I left.

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"So you made a barking track?" I mocked

"It wasn't just any bark, Vee! It was this tiny Schnauzer, she was yelpin' in staccato."

"How refreshing, a dog with impeccable vocal technique... And how the fuck did Koolaz find your sample?" I rolled the drumstick between my fingers as I leaned back on the chair.

"He was lookin' for... Special interest sites, if y'know what I mean, and he typed yelpin' bitches, by lucky chance he found me."

"Yelping bitches? That's so classy!" I waggled my brows. "So he sampled your thero-schnau mashup and then what?"

"Then he included my sound in his urban gangsta rap track, and released My Bitch Be a Dog."

"What the fuck?" I cackled hysterically.

"Don't laugh, Vee, c'mon... It's the first time I have the chance t'work with music," Roland pouted.

"You have to admit, this is all so ridiculous! I'm happy for you, believe me, but... My Bitch Be a Dog? You can't tell me this isn't fucking hilarious."

"I s'pose," he tried to fight a grin.

"So, do you have enough money to quit the dog washing now?"

"Not quite..."

"How much are you getting in royalties?"

"A healthy 0.0002% of each download," Roland muttered as he tuned the theremin.

"You're shitting me, who the fuck negotiated this?"

"I did."

"Of course you did... How much did you make so far?"

"About 800 bucks. Although my lawyer advised that I should split the money 50/50 with Mrs. Booboo," I have no idea how Roland was capable of keeping a straight face while saying that.

"So you're telling me the dog got a better deal on the royalties than you did?"

"Now that I think about it... Yeah."

"God, you're such a dork," I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Now that I'm the proud owner of 400 bucks, how about I take you and your mother out to dinner?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Because I'm your..."

"You can say it, I'm not gonna say it, but you can say it."

"I'm your boyfriend and I'd like t'show your mom that I have good intentions, that I'm a nice guy who will treat you well."

"Wow, didn't know I started dating an 85-year-old! But sure, I'll let her know. You're lucky I like the weird ones."

"I am, aren't I?" he smiled before pressing his lips to mine.

I was a bit surprised with the number of people who showed up for Roland's workshop, especially if compared to last year... It was very impressive, I almost didn't get a seat, the room was packed. 

Of course no one really wanted to hear about the theremin, all they wanted to know about was the new track and Koolaz. Roland didn't seem to care about that, though. His eyes were glued to me the entire time and I hate to admit it, but I was pretty interested in his lesson. 

I have tried playing the theremin a few times back in Chicago, I even improved a bit. I started to like kinda like it, it was an acquired taste... Just like the man who taught me how to play it.

While Roland watched everyone leave, I quietly turned the theremin back on and started to play the only song I managed to learn by myself.

"This is Major Tom to Ground Control. I'm steppin' through the door, and I'm floatin' in a most peculiar way, and the stars look very different today..." he sang along. "Wow, very nice, Vee! That song really fits the instrument, I never thought of that."

"Thanks, I've been practicing."

"You learn really fast."

"I have a very good teacher," I pulled him by the jacket.

"Um... Should we come back another time?" Ruby asked with a giggle.

Roland and I let go of each other when we noticed we had company. Ruby was standing by the door, next to her there was a boy, he looked awfully shy, but also very sweet.

"N-no, we're getting ready to play," I cleared my throat.

"Uhum..." she cocked an eyebrow. "This is my friend, Jafar, I hope it's ok that he watches too."

"Yeah, totally fine! Hey, Jafar, I'm Venus, this is my..."

"Boyfriend, hi, I'm Roland," he shook the boy's hand.

I sat behind the drumset and pointed at the electric guitar, which Roland quickly tuned and plugged into the amp. 

"So, what are we feelin'?" Roland bit his lower lip.

"Let's start slow, are you familiar with The Clash? London Calling?" I taunted, knowing full well he gets pissed anytime anyone questions his music knowledge.

"Ha," he shook his head. "Please... Next time get somethin' more difficult, will ya?"

"Challenge accepted, now start me off, smartass. You're playing next, Ruby"

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"Fuck, Roland," I moaned as he moved deeper into me.

"Yeah? Y'like that?" he groaned. "You feel so good, Vee, I missed you so much."

"I'm gonna cum... Go faster, fuck me harder!" I gave his hair a firm tug, making him hiss.

"Like this? Is this good?"

"Just like that... Say something sexy, talk dirty," I rolled my hips to meet his thrusts.

"Only I get t'use you like this, you're all mine. Y'love it when daddy pumps you full o'spunk, don'tcha?" for some reason his accent got about ten times thicker when he said that.

I did not have time to stop and unpack that as I orgasmed under him. Roland came shortly after and collapsed by my side, his chest heaving, he looked so heavenly...

"Oh my God," I sighed.

"Even better than I remember," he spluttered.

"You've been getting better at dirty talk, just stay away from the daddy stuff."

"What? You don't like it?" he teased. "I thought you loved bein' with older men."

"And women, but that's just... Weird."

"Really? 'Cause from I just gathered, that tipped you right over the edge."

"Shut up, I was already about to finish..."

"Just admit that y'liked it. You were losin' your mind, pretty sure the entire lodge could hear your moans."

"I fucking hate you sometimes," I tried very hard to sound angry, but it came out more like a whiny protest than anything else.

"You're actin' like a little brat, d'you need daddy t'give you a spank?"

"Stop that!" I slapped his shoulder, trying not to smile. "If you ever tell anyone about it I will shove my drumsticks so far up your ass that you'll become a corndog, you're on thin ice."

"Don't worry, love, your secret's safe with me."

"Shit, we're late," I glanced over at my phone.

"Dinner with your mother, that's right," he jumped from the bed, already putting on his jeans.

We got dressed as quickly as possible and ran to the dining area with all the food trucks and beautiful lanterns. Mom was already waiting, probably knowing full well the reason why we were late.

"Hello, Mrs. Barnett," Roland shook her hand as if that was the first time they were meeting.

"You can call me Kristin, Roland, I'm not that much older than you," she laughed.

"Yeah, sorry, Kristin," he shook his head, cursing at his own awkwardness.

"So, Vee, you said you had something to tell me," mom smiled, I hate that look... That look of I know.

"I guess," I sat down in front of her as Roland pulled me a chair. "I... We are..."

"Together?"

"Yes!" I was excited about the news despite the embarrassment of having to admit that I indeed let my guard down.

"I can't believe it! Venus Elaine Barnett with a boyfriend," she mocked.

"I know!" Roland smiled widely. "And it's me! What are the odds..."

"I knew this was gonna happen..."

"Ah? You're a psychic now?" I tilted my head.

"A mother always knows," she winked. "I'm happy for you two."

"Thanks, Kristin," Roland took my hand lovingly. "So shall we eat?"

"You!" I heard an angry voice from behind. "This is all your fault!"

When I turned around Ruby's grandfather was marching towards us, looking furious, followed by Ruby herself, who was trying to stop him.

"Excuse me?" I grimaced.

"Gramps, she didn't do anything!" Ruby shouted. "Venus has nothing to do with this."

"Ever since you two became friends, my granddaughter isn't the same. All she can talk about is rock, and drums, and all that rubbish! Her attitude is horrible and now she's stealing phones! Something I imagine you taught her as well... you Americans are all like this!"

"Hey!" Roland got up before I could say anything. "I don't know what you think you're suggestin', mate, but Venus is no thief."

"I have no idea what you're saying," I stared at him not knowing how to react. "I've never stolen a thing in my life!" 

"Gramps, I told you, it wasn't her! I did it because mom never gets off that fucking phone!" 

"And now this bloody language..." the old man sighed.

"Sorry, what is happening here?" my mom intervened.

"What is happening is that you need to stay away from Ruby, you're a terrible influence!" 

"Hold up," Roland held me close protectively. "All Venus has ever done was teach Ruby how to play, that's not a bad thing."

"That's right," I was on the verge of tears, but wasn't about to cry in public. "Ruby is like a little sister to me, I would never tell her to steal anything. Actually, I highly doubt she did something like that."

"I didn't do it!" Ruby cried. "I didn't take the phone. I just couldn't stand the way you were all treating that kid! We all make mistakes, it hurts to watch you being so racist all the fucking time!"

I smirked and gave Roland a knowing look, that made more sense... Her grandpa's face transformed hearing her say those words.

"I-I'm sorry," he looked at me apologetically. "I didn't mean to..."

"This was all a misunderstanding," I tried to calm everyone down. "I get it, you were trying to protect Ruby, it's cool."

"Why don't you all join us for dinner?" Roland invited. "We can get this whole thing behind us."

"Sounds good," Ruby agreed. "Let's get mom, gramps, come on."

"Wow, that was intense," I sat back down. "And I thought introducing my boyfriend to my mom would be the scariest part of the night."

"What did you just say?" Roland gaped at me.

"That was intense."

"After that."

"Scariest part of the night," I narrowed my eyes.

"Before that."

"My boyfriend..." I gave up.

"Y'just called me your boyfriend!" 

"Yeah, I guess I did."

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[parkersbliss]

Toast | P. Parker

pairing: Peter Parker X Female Reader

warnings: no-no words, mean girls, me attempting to write about chemistry class when I have never taken it, inaccurate representations of teacher

wc; 2.5K

synopsis: no matter how many times she tries to ruin your reputation, Peter is always there to save you.

a/n: I got really carried away with this oops??

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It was obvious that Daisy didn't like you. Anyone within a mile radius could tell by the seething glares she gave you. It wasn't like you did anything to provoke her, at least, not that you knew of. As far as you were concerned, she just didn't like you, always trying to get on your nerves somehow, but you were always taught to be kind to everyone and you were, even to Daisy, which was a plus because it pissed her off. She was sweet to all of your friends, especially Peter, in fact, she seemed very interested in Peter. But that wasn't any of your business, and Peter clearly expressed his distaste to her. Which is funny because, if anything, everyone loved Daisy. Boys and girls begged to go on dates with her. And if you didn't like her like that, you probably wanted to be her. Well except you, Peter, Ned, Betty, and MJ.

"I heard she's not actual blonde," Betty gossiped, sitting down next to MJ who snorted at her comment.

"That would explain why her hair looks a bit off."

You didn't make any commentary, shugging you pick up your apple and bite into it. Peter sits down next to you, bumping his shoulder against yours.

"Hi Peter," You said.

"Hi beautiful," He replies, giving you a quick kiss on the cheek. The two of you weren't big on kissing in public, it was just, not weird, but you didn't want to share something like that in front of others.

"Gross," MJ joked, looking up from her book and offering her friends a smile.

"at least I don't suck her face off like every other couple here," Peter said, nodding his head to a random couple that was practically fucking. MJ gags, turning back toward her book and tuning out the world again. Peter wordlessly gives you his hand, knowing you just liked to hold and fidget with it. There were many perks to dating Peter and this was one of them, he just knew. You all sat there talking about the day and upcoming projects when there was a clicking of heels.

"Here comes the demon queen," Betty muttered, rolling her eyes as she excuses herself to throw her lunch away. Ned stifles a laugh at her remark as Daisy approaches Peter.

"Peter!" Daisy exclaimed and you have to try not to die at the sound of her overly enthusiastic voice.

"Hi Daisy," Peter said, not matching her tone. Instead, his voice was monotone, mouth set in a straight line as he greeted the blonde. She makes no notice and ignores the rest of your friends, keeping her focus on Peter. You squeeze his hand softly and he squeezes back in reassurance.

"Did you want something?" He asked, the faintest hint of annoyance in his voice. Daisy smiles, twisting a lock of her blonde (well, maybe not blonde) hair around her finger and batting her eyelashes at Peter, "No, I just wanted to talk with you. As friends." She glances at you gauging for your reaction, but you make none. She frowns, only for a second, before squeezing between you and Peter, practically shoving you off your seat.

"Sorry, didn't see you there," Daisy grins.

You smile at her, knowing very well she was just trying to get you to snap, "It's okay!" You said, making sure you sounded extra cheery and not all bothered. "I should get to Calc anyway! I'll meet you there, Peter?"

Peter nods his head and you pick up your lunch, tossing the remains into the trash before exiting the room, leaving Daisy fuming.

...

"How do you do it, Peter?" You ask breathlessly. You wanted to collapse, body feeling like it was going to shut down at any minute. And somehow Peter was still going at it, was he even sweating? Your boyfriend laughs, slowing down the smallest bit.

You whine, "Peter, seriously, I can't take this!"

Peter stops, crossing his arms over his chest as he waits for you to catch up with him.

"You're so dramatic, baby," He said, bumping you.

"Oh I'm sorry, Peter, but some of us don't have freaking superpowers!" You huffed, finally catching your breath. MJ jogs past you guys, sticking out her tongue, "Slowpokes!"

Peter rolls his eyes, "That's just because (Y/N) here can't take it."

"You're right, I can't. You might as well carry me," You sigh dramatically, putting a hand to your forehead and pretending to collapse.

Peter fake gasps, getting down on his knees next to you, "Oh no, whatever shall I do?"

"I can't go any further, you must carry me!"

Peter laughs beside you, "Oh my poor baby."

"Indeed, very poor." You stick out your bottom lip, forming a pout.

The P.E teacher blows their whistle, pointing at the two of you and you both scramble to get up and start jogging again. You maintain a steady pace this time, Peter slowing down enough to stay by your side. Your hands occasionally brush together from your proximity. Eventually, you get fed up with it and just grab his hand, making Peter blush. You continue to run, too caught up in the way your footsteps fall in perfect sync together, hands swinging beside each other, too notice a foot stuck in the middle of your path. Your legs fall out from beneath you and Peter grips your hand a bit tighter, trying to pull you back towards him, but instead trips himself and loses his grip on you. The pavement smacks down on your skin and you hiss at the feeling of torn skin.

"Shit, shit, shit," Peter panics, crouching beside you. "Are you okay? That was a dumb question, you're bleeding. Okay, do you think you broke anything?"

You shake your head no, looking up to see the source of the foot, you're not surprised when you see Daisy. Peter follows your gaze, looking at the blonde, she notices.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there," She said.

Peter's gaze hardens, "Yeah right, Daisy."

"What do you mean?"

"You obviously did it on purpose," Peter calls her out, a bit fed up with the way she treats his girlfriend. You rest an arm on his bicep, a silent reminder that it was okay. He turns toward you and you give him a reassuring smile, "Whatever, Daisy. Just get the coach, please."

She scoffs, giving you a dirty look, but leaving to retrieve the teacher.

"You shouldn't let her treat you like that, babe," Peter said, sweeping a few strands of hair out of your face.

"It's fine, plus, now I get to have you carry me bridal style to the infirmary."

Peter chuckles, picking you up in his arms, "lucky girl, you are."

"The luckiest."

...

Peter scribbled down the equation from the board into his notebook, glancing back up to make sure it was correct.

"Tell me it again," You said, leaning over his shoulder to read the instructions. Peter repeats the chemical mixture to you and you count the tubes and check there labels, ensuring you had everything.

"Okay, yup, we have all the ingredients."

Peter gives you a small smile, "let's get started then." He picks up the first chemical, checking the label, before pouring it into the small beaker. You step back letting your boyfriend do the work because the last time you tried it you almost burnt your hand. Peter grabs two more tubes, mixing them before lifting the glass beaker and inspecting it. The mixture is a bright purple color like the instructions said it would be.

"Does it look purple to you, babe?" Peter asked.

"No, Parker, it looks fucking green," you said. Peter rolls his eyes, sticking his tongue out at you. "God, you're so helpful. I don't know what I'd do without you."

You give Peter an innocent smile, "You'd be a mess."

"Says the one that almost burnt her hand the last time we did a lab."

"It was one time."

"Don't forget the toast."

"Do not bring my toast into this Parker."

You two stare at each other for a minute before bursting out laughing, causing the entire classroom to look at the two of you, haunched over in laughter. Peter catching his breath only to look back up at you, your face scrunched in laughter and doubling over again. Your teacher coughs loudly and you both try to hold in your giggles.

"Care to explain what's so funny?"

"Toast!" You blurt out, throwing you and Peter into another fit of laughter.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Peter said, "we're almost finished, I swear."

Your teacher only nods, knowing you and Peter were very trustworthy students. Just young and in love. You and Peter finally compose yourselves, Peter giggling as he picks up the beaker and places it carefully above the burner. The mixture bubbles a bit, while Peter using a gloved hand, scans his notes for further directions.

"It says here to-"

"(Y/N)!" A high pitched voice yells, making you sigh quietly. Peter notices your face and finds your hand, squeezing it lightly. You turn around, painting on a somewhat smile, "Yeah Daisy?"

She glances down at her feet, shuffling them a bit, "Look I know we're not friends, but I could really use help on this lab and you're really smart?"

Peter's head peeks over your shoulder, his hand discreetly pulling you against him as he pecks your shoulder, "She seems serious."

You hum lightly, removing his hands from your waist, which Daisy takes no notice of as she's too busy pretending her heels are much more interesting.

"I'll help."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Daisy smiles at you and leads you over to her table, leaving Peter to complete the lab himself, but it's not like you were doing anything other than keeping him entertained. You glance at your notes, gathering the proper ingredients, and helping Daisy to mix them. Surprisingly, she's nice towards you, her normal hostile personality disappearing. You turn around after mixing the last ingredients into the beaker, scanning your notes for further instructions.

"Give a good shake," You mumble to yourself. Unbeknownst to you, when your back is turned Daisy drops another chemical into the beaker, a small sizzling sound coming from it, causing you to turn around, "What was that?"

"Just one of the other bunsen burners, we shake the mixture and then heat it, right?"

You nod your head, opening your mouth to give her further instructions when Peter crosses over.

"Hey guys," He said.

"Hi," You reply, turning to face him and missing the way Daisy rolls her eyes. "we were just about to start shaking and then heating it."

Peter nods, "Don't let me interrupt you two."

"You can start shaking Daisy," You offer, but she shakes her head and passes you the beaker.

"I'm good, thanks."

You shrug and begin to gently swirl the mixture, rotating your wrist in a counter-clockwise motion. When nothing happens, you set it down on the counter to turn on the burner. You let it heat up for a bit before reaching to grab the beaker when Peter stops you.

"Wait," He whispered. You give him a quizzical look and he motions towards the bubbles forming in your mixture.

"Did you mix this enough?" Daisy asked, approaching the beaker.

"Yeah, I di-"

She scoffs, sharply cutting you off, "No, you didn't. I should've done it myself." She picks up the beaker, doing the same motion with her wrist but a little more aggressive.

"Daisy that's not a very good idea," You warn.

"Why? Just give it a few more seconds and then I'll hand it to you."

"Daisy I don't-"

"God, do you ever shut up?" She asked, annoyed. You take a step back, frowning at her outburst, but you knew her better. Peter grabs your waist pulling you back toward him.

"Stupid mixture," Daisy mumbled, looking into the beaker when suddenly it erupts dousing her in bright purple foam. She screams, dropping the beaker on the ground, spraying the rest of the mix all over the floor.

"Oh my god," You said, covering your mouth.

Daisy stomps her foot on the ground, the liquid splashing as she wipes the foam from her face.

"You bitch!" She snarls, stalking toward you.

"I didn't-"

"You knew what I did!"

Your eyebrows pinch together, "I- what? No, I was trying to tell you it was going to explode."

"You knew I spiked the mixture so you made sure I'd end up with it!"

"You did what?"

Daisy shrieks again, "why are you always messing up my plans? Can't something bad happen to you once!"

Peter steps in front of you, pushing you behind him.

"Don't talk to her like that."

Daisy's eyes burn into Peter and she smirks, "You know she likes you right? She has this huge crush on you, It's painfully obvious. God, I feel so bad for her."

You and Peter both look at each other before he turns back toward a fuming Daisy, "I sure hope so, otherwise this would be really awkward."

"What?" She asked stupidly.

"It would be kind of weird if my girlfriend didn't like me," Peter shrugs, a smile playing on his lips.

Dasiy clenches and unclenches her jaw at that, "You're dating?"

Peter nods grabbing your hand in his, "didn't you know? After all, it was painfully obvious." He mocked her.

Daisy clicks her tongue, turning away from you both.

"Miss Lockwood, care to explain?" The teacher inquires.

"Ask them," She sassed, giving you and Peter a dirty look and stomping out of the room, but not before she slips. Her feet fly into the air as she lands in her mess, making her cry out in frustration.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" She screamed. The teacher gave her a cold look to which she replied, "Detention, Detention, I know." Before finally exiting the room.

...

"No way!" Betty exclaimed as you and Peter told her what had gone down in chemistry yesterday.

"Karma's a real bitch," MJ laughed, for once not having a book in her face.

You all laugh with her as Peter slings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against him, "At least she doesn't bother my girl here anymore, all she does is give us pathetic glares."

You slap Peter's chest and he lets out a small ow, rubbing the area.

"Be nice!" You hiss.

"After all the shit she put you through, I think I'm being quite polite with my comment."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

"It's normally your kisses."

"Ew Peter!" You said, pushing him away from you.

Peter purses his lips out, "C'mon, let me kiss you!"

"No way mister!"

"Kiss her! Kiss her!" Ned, Betty, and MJ chant.

You roll your eyes at their childish antics, "You're not helping."

"Not trying too," Ned replied.

Peter takes the chance to gently cup your face and press a kiss to your lips. Much to your dismay, you kiss back, hands flying to the back of his neck as his lips press against yours.

"You're gross," You said after he pulled away, crossing your arms over your chest and sticking your tongue out at him.

Peter chuckles, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek as you break into a grin, cheeks on fire.

"Love you too baby."

— END —

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[storiesforallfandoms]

something more than just points ~ jason blossom

word count: 1302

request?: yes!

@lucialilithmalfoy “hi just wanted to request! Can you write some Jason Blossom imagine where Jason has a crush on the river vixen reader and the whole football team knows it, then Chuck says he’ll put the reader in the playbook beside Jason’s name and Jason gets really upset and doesn’t want to and fights chuck? after that the reader finds out the reason why he defended her from chuck and they get together, just a bunch of fluff?”

description: when you find co-captain of the football team, jason blossom, in detention with a bandaged hand, you come to find some interesting information

pairing: jason blossom x female!reader

warnings: swearing

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I walked down the hallway with a scrapper in my hand. After arriving late to detention, Weatherbee decided that my punishment for skipping chemistry was to scrape the gum from under the bleachers.

It was so unfair, and inhumane. For starters, if they actually wanted people to go to class and to do well, then maybe they should get a better teacher. Dr. Beaker was such a bore and sometimes it felt like he didn’t even know what he was teaching. Second, it was so wrong that Weatherbee forced students to do manual labour around the school for free. What happened to just sitting in a classroom and thinking about what we did for hours?

I was delighted to find that I wasn’t the only one forced to clean the bleachers. I saw a familiar red head laid out on the bleachers, scrapping the gross, dried up gum from under the seats.

“Jason?”

He turned and smiled at me. “Hey (Y/N)! What are you in detention for?”

“I skipped class and got caught,” I responded as I sat next to him.

“Chemistry?” he guessed. I nodded. “I figured. Dr. Beaker is the worst.”

“Yes! Thank you! At least someone agrees.”

“Oh trust me, everyone with the misfortune of having him agrees with you.”

We laughed together. I looked down at the bucket that Jason had placed under the spot he had been working on. The bottom was already covered in gum. I cringed at the thought of having to spend hours doing this, even if it was with a friendly face.

Jason noticed the look on my face. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I’ll vouch to Weatherbee and say you did the work.”

“No, I can’t do that, that’s unfair to you.”

I picked up my scrapper and laid back. Jason laid behind me, his head against mine. As we got to work again, I noticed his hand was wrapped in a white bandage.

“What happened to your hand?” I asked him.

“Got in a fight.”

I rolled onto my stomach to look at him in shock. Good boy Jason Blossom got into a fight? And landed in detention? Hell must’ve frozen over in order for that to happen.

“With who?” I asked.

“Chuck,” he responded without looking at me.

“Your co-captain Chuck? I thought you two were like best friends or something.”

“He’s my co-captain, but that’s where the friendliness ends. He decided to be a jerk and I just snapped and hit him.”

“Did he get detention, too?”

“Yeah. He’s picking up trash on the football field. Weatherbee figured it’d be better to separate us in case something happens again. Not that it will, because Weatherbee also threatened to kick us off the football team if we got into another fight.”

“What did Chuck do?”

Jason stopped mid-scrape, as if unsure how to respond. Finally, he said, “He was making fun of me for not telling the girl I like my feelings for her. He said he was going to put her in the playbook beside my name and show it to her.”

Of course, I knew all about the infamous playbook that the football team had. All the cheerleaders knew. Hooking up with a cheerleader guaranteed you a high level of points, double it for myself and Cheryl as we were the co-head cheerleaders. It was the reason why so many of the football boys tried to hook up with the cheerleaders, and for some reason the cheerleaders were fine with being used for points. Not me, I wouldn’t give any of those boys the satisfaction of marking me down as one of their conquests for stupid points that didn’t mean anything.

“Depending on who she is, wouldn’t you want that?” I asked. “It could score you high points, couldn’t it?”

Jason shook his head, continuing to scrape the gum. I decided I should probably start helping him and stop grilling him over something that had nothing to do with me really.

“I’m not into that stupid playbook,” he told me. “At first I thought it was a good idea because it was a way to try and motivate the team to do good. Like, originally it was like ‘pass a test, get 10 points’, ‘pass an assignment in on time, get five points’, ‘skip practice, minus 10 points’. That sort of thing. At some point it became about trying to hook up with girls, and that’s when I stopped participating. The guys put my name in sometimes just to piss me off, but I absolutely hate the playbook now. It’s absolutely awful and degrading to the girls that the guys are trying to hook up with just to points.”

I was shocked by his response. Sure, I saw a few of the football players as friends, mainly because we all ran with the same friend group, but at the same time I thought all of them were shallow assholes who didn’t mind using a girl, whether it was for points or just for sex. Even with his good boy persona, I always grouped Jason into that category. Obviously, I was very wrong to do so.

“Who’s the lucky lady that you defended?” I asked him. “Whoever she is, she’s lucky to have such a great guy like you wanting to be with her.”

“You really think so?” Jason asked.

“Of course. You’re a really nice guy, Jason. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re kind. You never let the popularity go to your head. You always stayed the same when other guys like you would’ve become big headed assholes with all that power they had, prime example being Chuck Clayton.” Jason chuckled at that. “I don’t know the whole story why you haven’t told her, obviously. Maybe she is seeing someone, maybe she likes someone else, maybe you just don’t think she wouldn’t like you, and if it is that last one, you should get it out of your head. Any girl would be the luckiest girl in the world to have even a sliver of your attention.”

“Really?”

I giggled. “Yes, really. Take it from me, I am a girl after all.”

We worked away in silence for some time before Jason sat up suddenly, turning to face me. I sat up as well, grateful to no longer be laying on the hard bleachers.

“Are you seeing anyone?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No. The only guys who ask me out are football boys, and I don’t think any of them truly mean to be in a relationship with me.”

“Oh, so I guess that means you don’t want to go to Pop’s when detention is over to get some milkshakes.”

“What about the girl...” I trailed off as an amused smile came across Jason’s face. “Oh, oh! The girl...it’s me?”

“You cracked the code,” he teased.

“So...you punched Chuck Clayton, got detention, and risked getting kicked off of the football team...for me?”

Jason shrugged. “What I feel for you is something more than just stupid points in a stupid playbook. I actually want to be with you, romantically. I want to take you on dates and call you my girlfriend. None of that playbook bullshit, and I especially didn’t want Chuck disrespecting you like that by putting you in the book, or ruining my chances by telling you that I had done it.”

I smiled. That was the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me. I guess I was wrong for grouping all of the football players into one category.

“I’d love to go out for milkshakes,” I told him. “Let’s get to work on this, maybe Weatherbee will let us go early if we get it done.”

Jason smiled widely. “Okay, yeah, I’d love that.”

[cake-writes]

Forever Yours

Pairing: 1940s!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: SAPPY AS HELL, Fluff, Angst, War References

Summary: Two lovebirds exchange letters during the War.

Written to this song on repeat. Enjoy!

June 16, 1943

Hey sweetheart,

It’s been 19 hours since I kissed you goodbye, but I’ll never forget the dress you wore to the docks. You took my breath away! Nearly tempted me to do something I shouldn’t have... at least not without permission, and we can’t have that, can we? 

I’ve just gotta see you in a white dress again, sugar. Mark my words, as soon as I come home, I’m gonna have a long talk with your parents. Gotta ask ‘em properly. I just wish I could have done it before I left. You would have said no, though, wouldn’t you? Until I’m yours for good, not government issue. My girl’s just too smart to get tied down without thinking it through! That’s one reason out of a thousand why I love you.

I know how upset you were that you couldn’t send me off with a smile, but I’m a little happy that those tears were for me. I’m the luckiest man in the world to be able to say that you’re mine.

Miss you already.

Bucky

June 17, 1943

To my best girl,

There’s not much to do on this godforsaken ship other than write to you, so that’s what I’m gonna do. 41 hours since I saw you last and I’ve been sick as a dog. Isn’t the Army supposed to make me stronger? But here I am, barely able to keep anything down. Guess I haven’t gotten my sea legs yet.

The tablets they give us for seasickness don’t help much either, not to mention they taste awful. No one can keep ‘em down, not even Mann and he’s got a stomach of steel. Sorry doll, that’s Archie Mann. One of my bunk mates. He’s a private with B Company, says he’s originally from Mississippi but his folks moved to Brooklyn a couple years back. Small world.

The fellas all say I’m wallowing in my own misery, and you know, maybe they’re right. Wish you were here taking care of me. Then I’d be right as rain.

Forever yours, Bucky

June 18, 1943

Hey gorgeous,

67 hours now. That’s almost three days away from you.

It’s been impossible to sleep. I feel like a canned sardine – got 5000 other men on this ship with me and limited real estate. Our bunks are stacked 4 high, but at least I’ve got a bottom one thanks to my sergeant chevrons. Makes it easier to sneak up on deck at night and write to you, which is what I’m doing right now.

I might be breaking regulations, but I won’t tell if you don’t! You can keep a secret, right, doll?

It’s a full moon tonight. Nothing but ocean around for miles and miles. I think you’d love it out here. It’s peaceful – actually makes me forget for a minute that there’s a war going on. Then I remember where I am and where I’m heading.

Starting to get a little drowsy, now. Maybe it’s the sea breeze. I’m gonna try real hard to dream of you. 

See you in a few minutes, I hope.

Bucky

June 20, 1943

To the girl of my dreams,

It’s been nearly five days, and I can still smell your perfume on the handkerchief you gave me. Hope it lasts. I’m not ready to give you up yet.

You said you stitched that pretty pink flower on there just for me, so I’ve kept it hidden in my pocket for safekeeping. Embroidery is hard work, isn’t it? Becca’s always been terrible at it, but Ma’s stitching is the fastest you’ll ever see. 

When you get these letters, would you mind checking in on them for me? Becca and the girls are gonna be fine, but I’m worried about Ma. Hope she’s doing okay. Her only son going off to war… I know it’s gotta be hard for her, but she’s too proud to let it show. Maybe she’ll open up to you.

Don’t know what I’d do without you.

Love you always, Bucky

June 20, 1943

Sweetheart, 

Well, your handkerchief didn’t stay secret for long. Only for another two hours after I wrote that last letter! Can you believe it? 

The boys have seen your picture, now, too – you can thank Henderson for that. I’ve given him orders to do fifty push-ups every hour for a whole day as a punishment for going through my rucksack, but I can’t say I blame him. There’s nothing better to do. “Hurry up and wait” should be the Army’s motto.

Oh yeah. Henderson is one of my corporals. Johnny Henderson from Manhattan. He’s a rifleman. Rich family, but he wasn’t drafted.

Just seeing your face is like a breath of fresh air, though, and not just to me. Everyone’s compliments were respectful, and I’m gonna make sure they stay that way. Boy, were they all jealous! None of them have girls waiting at home like me. Called me a lucky bastard more than once, and I’ve gotta agree.

Marino said that the pink flower you stitched is a gladyolis gladiolus? That word still doesn’t look right… Correct me if I’m wrong, yeah? No dictionary. Marino’s a florist’s son. Private Joey Marino, my squad’s medic. Italian. Good guy.

Anyway, he said it means ‘faithfulness’ and ‘remembrance’. I don’t think that’s a coincidence, is it, doll? 

Yeah, I’m a lucky bastard, alright.

Unabashedly yours, Bucky

June 21, 1943

Hey beautiful,

It’s only been six days since I got a kiss from you, but it feels like it’s been six years. We’re not supposed to hit shore for another week, and after that, who knows how long I’ll be there? Or if I’ll even make it back?

No, we’ve gotta stay positive, right? That’s what you’d say. I don’t know how I’m gonna make it home to you otherwise. Some of the men here have already been over once, and the stories… well, that’s not something you need to hear. I’m sure you’re already doing enough worrying as it is for the both of us. Don’t wanna add fuel to the fire.

Sorry for the smudges by the way. Someone thought it would be a great idea to smoke while writing a letter to his favorite girl, and then he dropped ashes everywhere. Guess who? Hint: it’s me. I know, I know. It’s a nasty habit, but hear me out. It’s really helped settle my stomach, and Lucky Strikes are a dime a dozen. 

Wonder how long that’ll last where we’re headed. Or how long I’ll last.

I’m sorry. It’s hard to be positive, but I’m trying. I just miss you so damn much, and I love you more than anything. You know that, don’t you?

Bucky

June 22, 1943

To my gorgeous girl,

Dreamt about you again last night. I woke up before we got to the good part! Normally I’d be a little heartbroken, but waking up to a bunch of men laughing at me wasn’t too pleasant. I said your name in my sleep, and, well, I didn’t just say it if you know what I mean.

Why am I even writing this? I don’t know. Hope you have a good laugh at my expense anyway. You deserve to laugh. You deserve to be happy.

At least my poker skills aren’t too shabby. I won a couple packs of smokes last night. Don’t worry, I’ll brush my teeth extra good before I kiss you again... and before we do other things. Don’t you worry your pretty little head, darlin’. I’ll take good care of you when I get back.

Still thinking about you in that dress.

Bucky

P.S. Just a week away from your good graces, and look what’s happened! You’re gonna have to make a good Christian out of me when I get back.

June 24, 1943

Dear sweetheart,

It’s been nine days, I think. I’m not really sure anymore. We’ve hit some rough seas lately, which has made it pretty hard to write anything without my pen making a mess of the page. Lots of storms! I guess we’re getting closer to England. It rains a lot there, or so I’ve heard.

Rumor has it we’ll dock in just a couple more days. Then I’ll finally get to send these letters off. I hope they get to you quickly, but that’s more self-serving than anything because I can’t wait to hear from you, doll. Wonder how long it takes for mail to travel overseas?

Looks like my seasickness is finally cured! Not sure if it’s the cigarettes or because I’ve just gotten used to it. Been keeping a bucket by my bedside since I got on board, but I haven’t needed it at all the last couple days even with the stormy weather. Haven’t needed it since I started smoking, actually. Correlation or causation? What do you think?

Love you always, Bucky

June 25, 1943

To my one and only,

Never mind, I spoke too soon. Seasick again. More rain.

Do you remember when we got caught in the rain last summer? I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately. You can hear the rain even from inside the ship, and it sounds pretty similar to where we hid to wait it out. That little cabin in the woods with the tin rooftop – I really loved it there, you know? But what I loved more was spending that little bit of extra time with you. Even if we were soaking wet.

We’ll be in England in just a couple of hours, according to my master sergeant. I don’t know when I’ll have the chance to write you again, but I’ll do it whenever I can. I just hope my letters make it there in one piece.

I love you so, so much. Don’t forget that. No matter what happens. Okay?

I know it’s not fair for me to ask, but if I don’t make it through, could you please look after Ma? At least for a little while? I’ve asked her to look after you, too.

Gotta go now. I love you. 

Forever yours, Bucky

Part Two