#when i first heard it i couldnt stop laughing

[ohmy-gojo]

"rise and shine! its a good day to be alive! as this sunny day brings new opportunities and hopes for us-"

"girl, shut up." megumi grumbles, throwing a pillow at you

you caught the pillow and snickered at your sleepy boyfie—who fell asleep again by the way. you couldnt have that. it was the weekend and you both were supposed to be hanging out but look at him sleeping like a log! you almost wanted to draw in his face with a marker out of spite but then remembered what happened last time...

so alternatively you decided to bother him until he has no choice but to wake up. you snatched his blanket, turned on the lights, played stray kidz music at full volume and what not

"wake uppppuhhh"

"argh! stop it woman— im up!"

"yay!"

he grumbled some more but ultimately woke and sat up. you pressed a kiss on his cheek in appreciation

"good morning!"

he rolled his eyes "g'morning."

you got up from the bed and drew the curtains of his balcony aside, the rays of sunshine lit up the room. you pointed outside

"see?? such a beautiful weather today! calling for us to hang out and you are sleeping like a baby here,"

he rolled his eyes once again, although not bothered at all. you were trying to enter his balcony while continuing your speech but you didnt realize the sliding glass door was still closed and walked right through (well tried to). which caused you to hit your forehead and fall back on your butt.

"ouch.."

you didnt know if you should rub your forehead first or your butt. thats when you heard a foreign sound— as if someone was laughing. but there was only you and megumi here? was there an intruder here??

you turned your head around to find your boyfriend clamping his mouth, chuckles slipping out. you immediately connected the two dots

"you..you laughed?!?!"

"w-what! no-" he tried to protest without laughing

"yes! yes you did— oh my god!!" you sprung to your feet, tackling him in a hug. "this is the first time i heard your laughter— do it again! or should i fall again??"

"no need for that." he sweatdropped

you proceeded to attack him with flurry of kisses. how could you help yourself when your boyfriend finally decided to bless you with the sound of his laughter?

"if this is the treatment i get, then i should laugh more from now on," he mused and held you closer to him and you ended up cuddling. you gave him a bright smile before realizing something and pulling away

"oh no! i shouldve recorded!"

"girl, shut up." he said fondly this time and pulled you closer

[strawberrymatchawhore]

baby

summary- babying your "tough" hubby rafe.. maybe some freakydeakyness at the end

note- this is the complete opposite of the rafe ive been writing about LMAOOO.. this man is SO BAD help me

it was 2am and you were in your bedroom scrolling on your phone, a random netflix show playing in the background. you've been waiting for your husband to get home for hours, being the wife to the chief of police did have its negatives. this was one of them.

you heard footsteps walking up the stairs and immediately turned off your phone, throwing the covers over yourself you pretend to be asleep. the door opens and you feel the weight of the bed shift.

"hey baby. sorry for getting home so late" rafe says giving your forehead a kiss, you jokingly ignore him.

"c'mon now i know youre awake.. get up and hold me." he begged tiredly, you couldnt help but giggle at how desperate he sounded.

"fine." you mumbled into the sheets but stayed in your position, he hugs you putting all of his weight on your body.

"okay okayy, i got it. now get off me you fatty." you whined, pushing his large frame off of you. you leaned against the bed frame and opened your arms, the both of you adjusting to a more comfortable position. which was the both of you propped up against a pillow.

"im so tired." he yawns into your chest, you played with his hair as the both of you stayed in silence.

"i know you are, you need a day off. youve been working too hard." validating him, his hand plays with the ribbon of your pajama shorts.

"see? youre still in your uniform, youre gonna make the bed dirty." you patted his back and drew circles on it.

"what, you want me take it off? if you wanted to see me naked you couldve asked sweetheart." he looked up at you and smirked. you glared at him, lightly slapping his arm.

"not what i meant.." you blushed.

"youre so cute you know that rafey, honestly when i look at you i just want to eat you." you confessed and massaged his temples, his face nuzzles into your chest even further. clearly he was blushing as well.

"i dont know how i got so lucky, im so glad i have a such a beautiful boy in my life. everything about you is just perfect." you cooed admiring his sculpted face, the way his plump lips curled into a smile.

"stopppp" he whined. you couldnt help but pull out your phone and take a picture. because if you didnt, who wouldve believe that your 6'2 husband loved to be babied like this? not like you were going to show anyone, its just for your eyes only. you wanted to cherish this moment forever.

"did you just take a picture?"

"let me see it." he shot up and reached for your phone. you put your phone under your pillow and laid on it, making sure he wasnt able to grab it. the two of you started play fighting.

"nooo please, you look so cute. let me keep it!!" you laughed, he started to tickle you. and you slowly started to fall off the bed. your legs wrapped around his waist and dragged him down, if you were gonna fall he was going to come down with you.

the laughing coming from you both died down and you looked up at him, what a funny position. you both were on the floor and he was in between your legs hovering over you.

rafe leaned downed and passionately kissed your lips, his hand starts to play with your shorts. you eventually pull away and slap his hand.

"nuh uh. go shower first. you stink." you got up to your feet then helped your boyfriend get up as well. you looked up at rafe with your head tilted, what was this man plotting?

"not unless you join me.. you cant say no" he quickly said and grabbed you by the waist. hoisting you over his shoulder and carrying you to the master bathroom.

"ahhh! rafe stop!!" you busted out laughing, kicking your feet as he practically dragged you to the shower. he put you down and turned on the warm water, it poured over you both. you furrowed your eyebrows.

"great now my clothes are all wet." you pouted crossing your arms over your now soaked tank top.

"more reason to take it off... lift your arms f'me"

[booboopadoops]

YOUR BEST FRIEND HAMZAH

NSFW * MDNI - smut , dry humping , dirty talk , moan , whimper , alcohol , weed , friends to lovers

you and hamzah met 5 summers ago. you followed each other even longer on every platform before you guys met that faithful summer 5 years ago. you were so close. texting every single second of everyday since.

every morning and every night, there he was. blurting mundane details about your days to each other. repeatedly telling each other how much you miss the other. constantly sending each other memes and selfies throughout the day. facetiming every night to play games, or talk until you both fell asleep on the phone.

but thats just what best friends do right? every close male and female friendships had an undertone of a romantic attraction right?

its normal that his sleepy voice rang in your head throughout your day

“goodnighttt pretty girl”

“wait set up your camera so i can see you…hah just kidding… ahem”

“you think youre sooo funny huh?”

“just wait until we’re finally together in person”

if there was truly something going on with him, surely something would’ve happened by now. every year you two would save up for your summer vacations together. nothing happened year after year. that was just our humor.

but youve heard if you repeated joke about something…you slowly begin to believe it.

but surely. surely, that isnt the case here. you couldnt ruin this strong friendship you had with him. he meant too much to you to allow your connection to dwindle to a relationship, that would eventually end and leave you with a hole in your heart, and too free much time to spend.

you knew this, but it wasnt enough to stop the way your heart would pound against your skin. the way your face would light on fire everytime you saw his name on your phone.

the way your heart would drop everytime he said something tooth decayingly sweet. a jokingly sultry voice whenever he said something flirty.

but no. you refuse to allow your selfishness wreck the way you both gravitated to each other. and you knew deep down, if it were romantic attraction, it would end at some point. platonically, you could be friends for life…

like a mantra you would repeat to yourself to protect your cherished friendship. no matter how hard it is.

-

so here you were. the first night of many you knew were you going to spend with him now that youre practically going to live with him for 3 more months under the sunburning summer in cali.

this year you guys had decided you both needed to be beach bums this year in a beach house airbnb. that you both agreed to split the payment of.

you two had a long day of relishing in each others presence. the hours spent on the cramped jet from just that same early morning seemed to wash away the second you saw his face light up at the sight of you.

“AYEEE THERE SHE IS”

he exclaims as he practically runs over and scoops you up, dropping his luggage to properly embrace you.

laughing hard and holding him tight you say into his shoulder

“i cant believe its finally here”

“what? it? im an it now?”

hamzah says with a playful tone

“NOOO, i mean our year long planned summer”

“i know, its about time i see my girl”

he says as he slides you back down to your feet, to look you in your eyes in a serious but lovingly manner.

“my girl? alright buddy im happy to see you too”

you laugh.

hamzah drops his “act” and laughs with you. while draping his arm around you, he directs the both of you out of the airport.

everytime you finally meet its like there was no time in between. maybe its because neither of you can go longer than an hour without talking to each other, but thats besides the point.

-

laying back on the couch you watch hamzah as he snifs hard after hitting the joint.

you burst out laughing when he, once again, fails to inhale the smoke.

“URG, why is this shit so fucking hard”

he says while gritting his teeth, then suddently erupting in a fit of rough coughs from the hit.

“alright, I’LL SHOW YOU ONE MORE TIME BECAUSE NOW I’M GETTING TOO FUCKED UP”

you cackle while grabbing the joint out of his fingers.

“how do you think i feel? i just chief-ed that bitch like 20 times trying to do a damn french inhale”

he choked out while his eyes water up, glossing over his red and heavy eyes.

you simply giggle whilst inhaling the smoke effortlessly through your nose, holding eye contact with his teary eyes.

he animatedly throws his hands up and covers his eyes with his hands.

you snort while twisting the roach in the ashtray you both just bought from the dispensary 5 minutes away from your airbnb.

“well, lucky for you, you have time and plenty of bud to get it down”

you say while snuggling your back into the corner of the huge couch in the even larger living room of the beach house.

“yeah yeahhh”

he retorts while doing the same, screwing his eyes shut.

“don’t tell me your going to crash out on me so early? its the first night you ass”

hamzah sits up, making his back completely straight and looks at you in the eyes.

“oh shit that reminds me…”

he blurts, while suddenly getting up and half jogs down the hallway.

“WOW, GOING TO SLEEP IN YOUR ROOM THEN”

“noooo”

you can hear him say distantly, while you hear some commotion from his room. he reenters the living room holding something behind his back.

“oh my god what did you get me?”

“hmm? i dont have anything”

he responds jokingly looking around the room, while approaching you. he grins while looking down at you, suddenly, proudly, whipping out a dvd.

you look away from his face to examine it. you read “smile 2”

you look back up at him and laugh while shaking your head.

“oh my god, PUT THAT SHIT IN RIGHT NOW”

you say enthusiastically, not intending the volume you said it. silently cringing at yourself.

he raises his eyebrows and nods, while putting his hand in front of your first

“theres a catch though…”

“oh god what” you smile calmer this time

“i may have brought a big ass bottle of grey goose…”

he drags on while pressing his lips into a thin smile.

“okay…?” you respond curiously.

“and i thought we could take a shot every time one of us jump”

he explains while pulling the other hand behind his back with the vodka.

you laugh and say “oh you little genius i love you”

-

the movie finally came to end. your entire body is buzzing and you can feel hamzah’s eyes on you.

“youd think this not being our first time watching this…we wouldnt be this fucked up right now”

you slur while sliding your arms behind you to rest on them.

“well, we’re also crossfaded right now so..i mean- i’d be fine if i werent also faded than a ho right now”

you lean your head back, looking at him

“yeah thats true”

you both look into each others dazed eyes for a moment

“im shaking im so cold right now…”

hamzah blinks and says

“damn..who asked? hah”

he says while pushing out a fake and obnoxious laugh. you groan while pushing his shoulder. he simply laughs and responds seriously

“do you want to go lay down then? are you sleepy?”

you hum while nodding your head.

“okayyy, lets go”

hamzah sits up straight and slaps his knees as he abruptly stands up

you attempt to do the same you catch your balance far less gracefully as hamzah did.

“woah woahh, i got you light weight”

“ughh i cant walk hamzah..oh noo, what do i do?”

you say seriously while holding onto his now closest shoulder as his arms are stretched out holding you up, under your shoulders

“its okay pretty..ill just have to carry you to bed”

he says plainly while crookedly smiling at you.

“like a princess?” you say quietly, your voice sounding higher than usual

hamzahs heart flutters while bending down to hook his strong arm behind your knees

“yup, like a princess”

he grunts while carefully making his way to your room.

finding your bed, he leans over it, gently placing you on your pillow.

“hmm, hamzah?”

you hum out, while grabbing his forearm as he was about to walk out.

“yeah princess?”

he whispers back

“can you sleep by me?”

hamzah laughs out of his nose and responds a bit louder

“sure i can”

hamzah climbs over you and plops himself besides you closer to the wall. he sighs contently

“mmm, thats the stuff”

“hamzah, i have the spins”

you mumble

“oh shoot”

“can you hold me?”

theres only silence after you say it. hamzah simply hums yes, while reaching over to bring you atop of him

“how does that feel?”

you respond by hum contently whilst nuzzling into his embrace

“yeah? good?”

he responds, in that sleepy voice you know so well

“yeah” you say, again higher than your usual voice

you can feel hamzahs heart beat faster against your chest.

he mindlessly runs his fingers lightly up and down your spine. your body instinctively shudders from the light tickle-ly sensation rippling throughout your whole body. reminding you of your inebriated state.

“you like that?” hamzah breathes almost inaudibly

youre only capable of squeaking out a feeble “mhm”

“yeah?” he repeats, slightly more confident this time

“yeah” you push out with a whine, while scooting you legs up higher up his torso, pushing your core against him harder than you intended.

immediately, but slightly hamzah lifts his hips into yours. hardly containing the groan he puts directly into your ear.

it feels like your heart is beating a million beats a minute. your whole body is scorching and your have zero thoughts. your bodies are moving by themselves. neither of you can contain the desire rushing south.

you whine again pushing your pussy harder onto his hardening bulge.

hamzah moans into your ear again slowly thrusting his dick back, attempting to find your slow rhythm.

the both of you are quietly panting at this point as you rub onto each other, the drugs absolutely distracting you to care to conceal your noises more carefully.

“mmph. just like that baby” hamzah whimpers louder this time

you move your hands to each side of his head to look at him. hamzah opens his half lidded eyes, and moves his hands from your back, to your jaw and finally pulls you in to kiss.

you moan into his mouth, keeping the same pace at your hips.

it was a rough kiss. it was passionate and messy. both of you are eating your moans desperately clinging to each other. contrasting the slow and sensual pace of your cunt dragging on his hard dick.

you fully sit up pulling away from his lips

“hamzah…” you whimper out dragging your hands down his stomach. hamzah sits up quickly with you, to desperately crash into your lips again.

“mmph” hamzah breathes out, breathing hard out of his nose while impatiently moving his hands to grope the softness of your ass. pressing and guiding you slightly quicker and harder onto his still clothed dick.

you whine louder while pulling on the waistband of his sweats. trying to pull just his pants off, he obliges by lifting his hips up high, shocking your clit with the quick and intense pressure.

your lips tear away from him and you gasp loudly, quickly grabbing his shoulders. hamzah groans clearly this time while dragging his sweats halfway down his thighs. he drops his hips back onto the mattress, whilst pulling your pajama pants as far as he can.

“takes these off” he gulps slightly muffling his order

you lift one knee at a time as he helps pull them fully off of your legs.

“there you go” he pants, pulling your cunt back into his lap.

you immediately start grinding on his now hot and sticky bulge just behind the thin material of his boxers.

“m’you feel so good” you whine while throwing your head back

hamzah moans with every quick breath, as he slides his rather cold hands up your shirt to grope your tits.

“hah-“ you pant as he molests your nipples

“god youre so sexy baby”

“hah- ah-”

“that feel good baby?”

“yeah” you whine

“yeah? fuck youre so wet” he grunts as his dick get wetter the more he talks

“that all for me baby?”

you bite your lip attempting to muffle your incessant whines and moans “yes hamzah”

“i need to hear you baby”

you let go of your bottom lip and repeat “all for you hamzah”

“all mine. no one else yeah?”

“no- no one else”

“yeah..youre mine-” hamzah repeats, almost as if hes talking to himself. he lifts his hand off of your tits to slap his hand hard against the plush of your ass.

“right pretty girl?”

you gasp and your voice quivers as you respond “y- yeah- yes”

youre grinding on his dick faster than what he was making you, making him throw his head back to groan.

“fuck just like that”

you’re panting and whimpering as hamzah breathes faster

“fu-fuck”

“god yes baby..”

“hamz’hamzah…im gunna-“ you cry out

“go ahead cum on me baby” hamzah pathetically whines out

the pleasure washes over your whole body, making the top of your head tingle. you jump at hamzah twitching under neath you as your cunt gets sopping wet from him cumming right in his boxers.

you cry out as he rides out the both of your climaxes. your uncovered tits press against his panting chest as you fall onto him. he grabs the small of your back impossibly tight. as if hes trying to ground himself from his climax.

your both breathing out of your mouth. he laughs tiredly and you sigh and laugh shortly after.

“you feel better now baby?”

you sit up looking at his face realizing your spins are gone.

[serejae]

FOREVER YOUNG | C.SEUNGCHEOL

pairing : scoups x reader

WHAT ! - in which seungcheol will always be young to you (or, youve watched seungcheol grow as your relationship does)

warnings : corny ending paragraph (booooo) so self indulgent, i found a gray hair tdy (im 20.)

happiest birthday to my cherry :-(

28

seungcheol sat between your legs peacefully resting his head on your thigh as he scrolled through his phone. you subconsciously run your hands through his hair until you spotted something. taking a double take you gasp making seungcheol look up slightly with his brows furrowed

“whats wrong?” he asked softly clearly tired

“you have a gray hair” you replied laughing slightly still shocked

seungcheol then sat up with one hand ontop of this head with his mouth agape “youre lying” he almost whispered before pacing to the bathroom mirror, you followed him and stood by the door frame watching him move his hair around searching for the gray hair. smiling at the sight you found a pair of tweezers in the drawer and stood behind him pushing him to lower down to get a better look at his hair

“i dont think there was a gray hair baby” he mumbled still in denial

“it must have been the hair dye i have on, its gray right?” he asked looking at you through the mirror

not replying you plucked out the piece of hair that distinguished itself from the rest on his head, it was metallic, clearly a gray hair.

as seungcheol stood there he went back to the couch and face planted on it making you laugh, again you followed him and laid on his back as you ran your hands through his hair

“im so old” he mumbled against the couch letting his shoulders deflate, you rested your chin on it and laughed

“youre still handsome”

“am i?

my younger features are being lost”

“and i watched you lose them, thats the beautiful thing cheol”

he peeped his face out to slightly look at you on his back with his confused face

-

18

you were walking the streets just roaming around when there were a group of guys about to walk past you on a street, you looked at each boy but your eyes settled on one as his settled onto you

he was so cute, his features were so soft. he had a baby face almost (he also had that goofy tall mountain haircut everyone had back then)

that was the first thing you could think of and you couldnt really think of anything else because he stopped you

“hey, uhm…” he paused slightly leaving his hand out

you awkwardly shook his hand as you muttered a “hi”

a few more seconds of awkward silence he continued “i just came to this part of town, do you want to be friends…?”

he had a slight grin on his face which subconsciously traveled to you, it was like he put you under a spell. you nodded making his smile a bit wider

“im seungcheol”

“yn”

seungcheol was gonna continue talking but you both heard his friend group call out for him

“uhm lets exchange numbers really quick yeah?” he again, use that smile that you couldnt resist

-

19

its almost been a year since seungcheol and you have met and almost 5 months since you both had started dating. its crazy how a cute boy you met on the street was now laying on your lap after YOU asked him to be your boyfriend when you both were in a diner and the tension between the two of you in the booth but no words were spoken. you could tell seungcheol tried to utter the words out but the slowness made you eager and say it first. luckily, he immediately nodded needing no time to react

“yes, yes i want to be your boyfriend”

you remember those words he said on the 27th even 10 years later because seungcheol kisses you everyday 27 times in the morning and night to apologize for making you ask him

out

so as he laid on your lap your fingers softly traced the soft curve of his nose, lips, and face shape. taking in the beauty of the man on your lap you were a bit spaced out not noticing the smile placed on his lips

but its not like the both of you cared

-

23

slowly and quietly you made your way to seungcheols gaming room in the shared apartment with his lit birthday cake in hand as kkuma followed behind you with her paws hitting the floor softly. you stood out outside the room looking at your phone

11:58

11:59

you opened the door slightly and peaked in to see him fully focused on the game hes playing

12:00

just then you carefully walk in and tap his shoulder. seungcheol immediately took off his headphones and turned to look at you, when he realized what was going on he smiled and turned to the computer to check the date, turning back to you, you started to sing happy birthday as he looked up at you forgetting about everything around him

when you finished singing he took a moment to continue admire you before letting out a small

“thank you”

before blowing out his candles, but instead of going for the cake he wraps his arms around your waist still sitting in his seat

“can i stay like his for a bit?” he muttered resting one side of his face on your stomach

“yeah, of course” you smiled as you put the cake on his table letting you arms relax down his back as you looked down at him. your hands trace the side of his face that is visible to you, you notice the maturing his face has did over the 4 years.

his features are still soft but more prominent, his nose had shapened a bit, his lips were slightly plumper, and his face was slimmer.

smiling at the baby cheol that you met before youre met with semibaby cheol

but he doesnt have to know that

-

28

i guess he didnt have to know that because he found out himself, thats why youre laying ontop of a 28 year olds back running your hands through his hair as he listens to you talk about how his features have changed from when he was 18, 19, and 23

“i guess 23 when was i realized that your features had changed slightly, 19 was only a bit of difference from 18” you explained to him as he laid one side of his face on the couch

“and now?” he muttered

“youre features…”

you traced over them again causing his lips to lift slightly at the contact

“theyre more defined, your soft nose is more prominent, your plump lips are plumper and pinkish, and your face is more defined”

“but am i-“

“yes, youre still handsome cheol gray hairs and all”

he smiled at the words

“just wanted to hear you say it

you think im old though?”

you smiled continuing to stare down at the one side of his face visible moving a few hairs away from his face

“youre closer to 30 than you are 20 babe”

his lips pouted making you chuckle

“i want to be forever young” he sighed

“then what about me? id be old” you teased making him huff

“then i want to be forever old-

wait no i dont”

you laughed at his slip up making him laugh too

“if there was a chance for you to he forever young but you would lose me from your life-“

your question was cut off by seungcheols quick

“no”

“i wouldnt want to live any life without you in it. if im young, if im old, i want to do it with you

i want to be forever young with you

forever old too, forever mid age, i just want to be forever with you”

“i want to be forever with you too” you smiled caressing his cheek

“your birthdays soon” he nodded and leaned against your touch

your hand slowly made it back to his hair

“maybe youll get more gray hairs sooner then”

“you know, gray hairs dont seem too bad if theyre with you” seungcheol said

“yeah?”

“yeah, i guess youre right in a way, they remind me of the stages of our relationship and how youve been there with me for it all

and it also reminds me of how i cannot wait for you to get your gray hairs” he smiled cheekily

“hey” you scolded him slightly

“you said it shows us growing up with one another so-“

“but still!”

and as the evening continued with bickering it was as if time never changed anything, even when your features are being changed youre reminded that you still have the same seungcheol and you through moments like these

so no, you dont have baby cheol nor semibaby cheol looks wise but cheol will always be your baby

even if you both arent forever young

[vampiresbloodx]

arcane characters react to you flirting with them;

characters included; mel medarda, caitlyn, vi, sevika.

a/n: it ended up being more of a confession for the most part :q

Mel medarda;

Mel is used to men hitting on her all the time. It happens more than you think and more than she likes. Even during times where it's less appropriate. When Mel first met you, she thought you were strange, in a good way, she liked you instantly. You were friends with Viktor. You had your wits and humor, she liked talking with you and spending time with you when she was supposed to be doing her work.

She couldn't help but linger around you more, you probably thought she was being a creep, but you didn't seem to mind her presence, in fact, you welcomed it.

The night she wanted to come and see you, you had surprised her with your own visit.

"hi-"

"hello-"

you both paused, smiling to yourselves as she stiffs a chuckle in amusement.

you stood there, biting down on your bottom lip.

"mel-"

"yes?" mel said, giving you her full attention.

"I think... you're the most beautiful woman ive ever met, i know you probably get that a lot, but your beauty goes beyond your looks that most people only seem to see of you, i cant blame them, you're a walking goddess, i dont even know why you would even speak to me.... I" you paused, closing your eyes as she felt her heart pick up a pace, as she watches you carefully gather yourself. "I like you. I know i could never be worthy enough to actually date you..."

before you could say more you felt arms wrap around your neck, pulling you in as you smelt her rich scent, you inhaled it in, hoping if this was a dream you wouldnt wake up.

"I've been hoping you'd come to me, I was going to tell you regardless, I'm so glad you told me."

then she kissed you. her lips felt way better than in your dreams.

Caitlyn;

You see a blue haired beauty sitting in a table not far from where the bar is, the place wasnt that loud tonight, which was weird for you. You've grown so used to the noise that the silence is a bit too much.

your other co worker, who was your friend, had finished their shift already and you were the last one left for close. people still hung around until late, business men, bikers, truckers coming in for a drink stop, group of girls coming in for some fun.

The usual.

You thought youve seen it all, then you laid eyes on her.

she was prettier than the night sky.

you wondered why she was sitting by herself looking so pretty in that blue dress, did someone set her up? did her date not come? that seems hard to believe why would anyone miss out on that.

You decided to go over to her.

"Did they not decide to show?" you started up a conversation.

Light and easy.

she looked up, not expecting anyone to talk to her.

"canceled last minute, i hope they crash."

you couldnt help but laugh at that, she smiled.

"Why would they cancel on someone as beautiful as you?" you asked, out loud, god you hoped she didn't think you were a creep.

"are you trying to fill their spot?" she asks boldly with a raised eyebrow, you stared into her gaze.

"I finish in 5."

you lied.

"Doesnt this place stay open for another hour?" she questions.

"so is that a no?"

"I never said that, see you in 5."

Vi;

usually vi would be the one to hit on girls, asking them out, taking them out on dates, flirting with them. but that all changed when she met you, a biker she fell in love with at first sight.

you had come into the bar she was already at, drinking away, she was in a mood, she had gotten in a fight and couldnt be bothered dealing with more idiots.

but you came walking in and stole her whole heart.

she thought you were a creepy man at first, trying to get in her damn pants, when she heard someone sit on the stool next to her, she wanted to curse.

but when she looked and saw you taking off your helmet, her heart stopped.

you caught her staring.

"Hi? is there something on my face?" you asked, nervous.

she wasn't expecting that.

"ah, i got it" she watched you wipe a bit off dirt away from under your eyes, she was captivated by you. "Can i get you a drink?" you asked.

thats usually her line. wait, did you just flirt with her? and she wasnt the one calling the shots?

she froze, blushing hard.

"you okay?" you asked, worried.

"yeah, yeah, uh, its nothing. ill have a whiskey."

"you like whiskey too? youve got taste" you hummed, she bit down on her lip hard.

she let you take her back to yours that night, and she doesnt regret it. neither do you.

sevika;

Sevika wasnt one to take compliments. But secretly, she had a soft spot for them. On the outside, shes rough, shes still rough on the inside, but she only shows those certain softness for those she really cares about.

She knew you for a lil while, you had come in working for Silco, she was obviously wary of you at first and kept her distance.

And a part of her always wanted to be near you.

It started with that and then it turned into something more, she couldn't stop thinking about you.

You couldn't keep your eyes off her whenever she was in the room, you felt your breath leave your body, she was a goddess.

After a few drinks, you couldnt stop yourself from going to the woman who sat by herself, you caught her eyeing you throughout the night.

Deciding your fate, you sit in the chair next to her.

"Sevika, I think you're really pretty.... like so pretty. You can hate me forever if you wanna, but I like you so much" you spilled everything to her, the whole truth, as she sat in silence and watched intensely. "wow, the power of alcohol, im.... ignore what i said, fuck, Ill leave you-"

you felt a strong grip grab your thigh, making you turn your attention back to her.

"Who said I wanted you to leave?" Sevika said with a grin, rubbing her hand on your skin causing your body to shudder from her touch. "You wanna follow me, hm, baby?" she murmured.

You nodded.

and happily followed her into the night.

[gensideas]

THE CENTER OF MY UNIVERSE .

summary . all JJ wants is you .

content * advisory . none, just a really lover boy! JJ maybank.

Watching the video that you sent me.

If you were to ask the pogues about JJ they’d probably tell you that he’s stubborn, clumsy, and angry at times. But, in reality, he was just a sweet boy who needed Gentle lovin’. which, you, his gorgeous girlfriend gave him.

JJ couldnt ask for anyone better. he’d never see himself with anyone else. Not, if it wasn’t his beautiful, amazing girlfriend.

the one where you’re showering with wet hair dripping.

If you told JJ that he’d be in a healthy relationship for 3 years, he wouldn’t have believed you. Even right now, in this moment where he was staring at you, he still doesn’t believe it.

JJ and yourself were sitting out on the docks, feet in the water watching as the sun set.

you look next to your shoulder only to see a staring JJ. you giggled, “what?” “Nothing. you’re just so…” he took a deep breath.

You know that I'm obsessed with your body.

“beautiful..” you smiled at him, “oh, stop it.” He made you feel like heaven. He was truly so special to you and you wish you could show him just how much. He held your chin, giving you a peck on the lips. “im serious y/n. you’re so sweet and gorgeous. i don't know how i got so lucky.” JJ replied, connecting each other's foreheads as he stared at you. “Baby, if anhthing im the lucky one. you’ve blessed me, truly.” You replied, giving him another kiss, and another, and another, and another. JJ took a deep breath, looking back at the sky.

“Hey, do you remember the first time we met?” JJ asked, continuing to stare at the sky. “yeah, we met in Mr.Sunn’s class, i asked you if you had a pencil.” you replied laughing, replaying the memory in your head.

but its the way you smile that does it for me.

you were nervous to say the least. it was your first day in Kildare. You were used to living in the city, not on the south side where there was barely anything to do. Either way, you weren’t complaining. It was peaceful.

In the middle of your thinking, you heard your name. it was Mr.Sunn’s. “Miss L/n, do you have a pencil?” Mr.sunn’s asked. you stuttered, “Uh, no. i'm sorry i didn't come prepared.” “That’s okay, just ask around for one.” He replied, going back to teach. you looked around, and saw a long haired blonde boy laughing with his friends.

it’s so sweet, knowing that you love me.

you didn’t wanna ask but, he was the only one close to you. You tapped him on the shoulder, “hey do you have a pencil i could borrow?” you asked. He stopped talking to his friends for a moment to dig in his bag. “Yeah, hold on.” He replied, finally grabbing a pencil. He turned around, hold his hand out for your to grab it, only to pause for a moment.

though we dont need to say it to each other, sweet

JJ didnt expect you to be so beautiful with your long black hair, and hazel eyes. you grabbed the pencil, thanking him and going back to doing work. “i’m uh- im JJ, what about you?” He asked. You hummed looking back at him, “I’m y/n, nice to meet you.” you smiled, returning to your work.

“The next time i saw you, i was so nervous. i thought you were the most gorgeous girl i had ever seen.” JJ spoke, admiring you. “well, Mr.Maybank lucky for you, i thought the same about you. My sweet boy.” You smiled at him, leaning your head on his shoulder. JJ kissed the top of your head, sighing deeply.

He felt so at peace. Having wonderful friends, a beautiful girlfriend, and amazing experiences. It was like a fever dream. He didn’t think any of it was real. Mostly because of you. The way you took care of him when he was sick, to the time when he argued with Luke and asked to stay over. None of it had ever felt real to him.

knowing that i love you, running my fingers through your hair.

But, the moment you two had spent more and more time together like this one, he knew it was real. JJ knew all of it was. He would never give that up for anything.

It’s so sweet.

As you’re zoned out staring at the sky with JJ, you hear someone call your name from behind. It was Kiara. “Hey, Y/n, lovebird!” She spoke, walking up to you, John B walking right behind her. “Can i borrow you for a minute?” She asked, looking down at you. You stared at JJ, giving him a kiss. “I’ll be back baby, why dont you go with John B so you’re not by yourself, hm?”

“yeah, i’ll go. i love you.” JJ spoke not letting go of your hand as you both got up. Before you could even speak, Kiara was dragging you by the arm. “you guys are so effing cute omg.” Kiara stated, smiling at you. “Yeah, you have no idea how much I love that boy.” You replied, smiling down at your feet. Kiara sighed, “Well, you two deserve each other. He really needs you.” “I’m just happy I have the ability to make him happy. He’s been through so much he deserves it.” you exclaimed with Joy, as you made it inside the chateau.

watching the video where youre lying

“Now, i know your guys’ four year anniversary is tomorrow so, we wanted to do something a little special.” Kiara spoke, sitting you down. “We’re letting you guys stay at my house, while my parents are out on vacation to do whatever you want. Have a fancy dinner, watch movies, or whatever you want..” Kiara giggled, sitting next to you. “Omg, Kiara! No, i want to spend the whole entire time with him in more than just an intimate way!” you laughed, holding Kiara’s hands. “Alright, Alright”

In your red lingerie ten times nightly

you know i think your skin’s the perfect color

but, it’s always your eyes that pull me under.

“John b, what are we doing?” JJ asked, sitting down in the sand, along with John B. “Me and Kiara may or may not have planned something for you and y/n.” John B spoke, looking at JJ. JJ smiled at the mention of you. “What’d you do?” He asked, trying not to smile too hard. “Kiara is letting you have her house as your own for the week.” John replied.

“Wait, are you serious or are you fuckin’ with me?” JJ asked, laughing. “I’m serious JJ. i wouldn’t fuck with you about this. Especially if it included y/n.” John b laughed. He’d never seen JJ so happy before he’d met you. John B appreciated you alot more than you’d think. Making his best friend so happy was the only thing he’d ever wanted.

it's so sweet knowing that you love me.

though we don't need to say it to each other

“This makes me so happy. I never would’ve thought something like this would happen to me.” JJ responded, tears starting to form. John b hugged him, “you deserve it man. you guys deserve each other.”

After that, everything went well, JJ planned what he should do with John b, just as you did with Kiara. You felt so lucky to have someone like JJ. He was your world, your other half, your everything. You would never know how different your life would be if you hadn’t met him, and you didn't want to. You wanted your life to be the same forever.

After all the planning, you and JJ returned to each other, laying in the living room of the chateau. “Hi baby.” you smiled, laying down next to him. JJ kissed you, it was soft and sweet. Nothing but full of love. “Hi my girl.” JJ replied, smiling down at you.

Knowing that i love you, and running my fingers through your hair

it’s so sweet.

“God, im so lucky to have you. I don’t know what i did to deserve this.” JJ spoke up, closing his eyes, taking in the moment.

and i will gladly break it.

i will gladly break my heart for you.

“If anything, you’re my miracle baby. you saved me in so many ways you dont even know.” You replied, starting to tear up. JJ wiped away your tears, staring at you with nothing but love in his eyes.

and i will gladly break it.

i will gladly break my heart for you.

“You’re my angel baby, Y/n. i want to give you nothing but the world.” JJ stated, pecking your lips. “So do i, sweet boy. you deserve nothing but the best.”

and i will gladly break it.

i will gladly break my heart for you.

JJ kissed you, “God, do i love you.” “I love you so much more baby.” you responded, smiling at him.

and i will gladly break it.

and i will gladly break my heart for you.

You sighed, remembering you have to pack to leave to Kiara’s house in the morning. “Come on sweet boy, we have to pack.” you sighed, getting up. “I don’t want to. im too tired.” JJ complained. “Come on you big baby. so, we can go to bed early and not worry about it in the morning.” You commented. JJ had always been a complainer but, you didn’t mind. you were a patient person. “No.” JJ responded, still layed down. “come on, or no more kisses for the rest of the night.” you stated, walking down the hall to your guys’ shared bedroom. “Alright, Alright. Im coming!” JJ smiled, walking toward you.

JJ didnt know what he did to deserve such an amazing girlfriend but, that was something he would never complain about.

It’s so sweet knowing that you love me.

though we dont need to say it to each other, sweet.

knowing that i love you, and running my fingers through your hair.

it’s so sweet.

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[rhyrhy]

it's my time to shine, ayy 🫶🏼 'm on a whole mission, (you can see it on my blog), reader is cocky, smug, little-shit femme, her and Abby are friends with "benefits" (as: Abby and reader take care of each other, share a bed, kisses "as friends" using it as a stress relief, etc) yet every single time reader try to, like, DTR (define the relationship, duh!), Abby straight up ghosts reader on that convo, (she has major comphet vibes, but that's just a lil' headcanon, don't come for me) now, reader? she ain't no doormat, she's PETTY. Capital P-E-T-T-Y. so when they're both forced (forced proximity? oops...) for a mission, reader looks at Abby dead in the eyes when they're aline and hit her with: "girl, i've been wantin' to kick your ass all week"

OOOOOO THIS IS GOOD! I did my best, mini Drabble

Dodge, duck, ghost - A.A

Abby Run-Like-a-Bitch Anderson,

Manny cried laughing the first time he heard you call her that. But you weren’t joking.

Not when the last time you saw Abby, she was bolting out of your room like the WLF had just declared war. And before that? Her tongue was down your throat, hands gripping your waist like she never planned on letting go. That’s how it felt every-time.

That was how she always was touchy, needy, all over you behind closed doors. But you weren’t some secret, something to be ashamed of. Not when there were plenty of other people who’d proudly parade you around. But unfortunately for you, the heart wants what it wants. And unlike Abby, you actually listen to yours. So when the moans and cries had stopped bouncing off your walls, she said something that caught you off guard.

Abby’s breathing was still uneven, her fingers lazily tracing circles against your hip like she wasn’t ready to let go just yet. The room was quiet, save for the sound of your heart still thudding in your chest. And then, she said it. soft, almost like she didn’t mean to say it out loud.

“It’s— this, is different with you…you feel like home”

You blinked, turning your head to look at her. Her gaze was on the ceiling, brows slightly furrowed, like she was already regretting the words.

“Home..?” A slow smile crept onto your lips. “…Sounds long term,” you teased, nudging her side.

That made her freeze. The lazy circles against your hip stopped. Then, before you could react, she was pulling away, sitting up and reaching for her clothes like she’d just been caught doing something wrong. Afterglow or not, she meant it. And you had to push. You’d let her dance around the obvious for too long. For God’s sake, you were there when she broke up with Owen. Listened to her go on and on about how much of a bitch Mel was, how wrong it all felt. So the least she could do was be honest. not just with you, but with herself.

And like clockwork, she stiffened. Sat up. Started getting dressed like she hadn’t just spent the last hour tangled up with you, her face buried against your neck.

“Uht-uht. Hey. Where are you going?” you asked, watching her yank on her shirt.

Abby didn’t look at you. Just laced up her boots and muttered, “I gotta be up early.”

You sat up too, arms resting on your knees. The only thing keeping your sheets warm now was the disappointment. This couldnt keep going on. “Abby, can you stop for two—”

Thud

But the door was already closed behind her.

”—seconds,” you finished, to the empty room.

That was weeks ago.

And wasn’t the first time she’s done that. You never pushed her to label herself, bi, lesbian, it didn’t matter to you. But with her, it went in one ear and out the other. At first, you tried to play it cool. If she needed time to sort through whatever that was, fine. But then she started dodging you. Switched up her gym schedule. Took shifts at different hours. Disappeared from the mess hall when you walked in. She was practically a ghost.

“Yeah, she definitely avoiding you chica” manny said turning back to his plate

“Wow Thanks manny” you huffed. Yeah, That much was obvious.

The Abby you knew wouldn’t just run off. Or at least, the Abby you thought you knew. So when Isaac briefed you on your next mission and didn’t mention her name, you almost bought it. Almost. Until you showed up at the post and caught Abby mid-change, swapping out a sweat-stained shirt for a clean one.

She paused when she saw you, shoulders stiff like she’d already knew where this was going. You cocked your head, waiting for her to say something.

She didn’t. Of course she didn’t.

“You know what—” you sighed, setting your pack down. Then, dead serious, you looked her right in the eyes and said—

“Girl, I’ve been wantin’ to kick your ass all week.”

Abby exhaled through her nose, shaking her head like she knew this was coming. “Jesus.”

“Jesus? Oh no, don’t bring him into this now,” you scoffed, stepping closer. “He ain’t the one who ghosted me after weeks of—what did you call it? ‘Taking care of each other?’” You even threw up air quotes, just to be a little shit about it.

Abby’s jaw tightened. “I didn’t ghost you.”

You blinked. Then laughed at her, like she was doing stand up on stage. “Oh, right. So what do you call changing your gym schedule, eating at different times, avoiding me like I got the damn plague?”

Abby dragged a hand down her face, resting it on her hip. “I just—”

You held a hand up before she could choke something out. “Say some bullshit, I dare you,” you cut in, tilting your head.

She clenched her jaw. Looked away. “I just needed space.”

You stared at her. “Space? Call NASA for that shit. You were in my bed two weeks ago. Two.”

Abby shifted, muttering, “That was different.”

“Oh yeah?” You crossed your arms. “How?”

Silence.

You let it hang there, watching her fingers flex at her sides like she wanted to ball them into fists but knew that wouldn’t fix this. Like she knew you were right but refused to say it. You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. “See, this is exactly why I said what I said. You know what you want, Abby. You’re just too chickenshit to admit it.”

Abby’s head snapped up. “That’s not true.”

“Then prove it.” You stepped closer, tilting your chin up. “Tell me you don’t want me. Right here, right now.”

Abby just stared at you, jaw tight, breath a little unsteady.

The tension was thick. You could see it in the way her fists clenched, in the way her eyes flickered over your face like she was searching for something. some way out, some way forward. Anything.

“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”

But then, someone called both of your names, signaling it was time to move out. Abby exhaled sharply, grabbed her pack, and brushed past you without another word.

You just sighed , slinging your bag over your shoulder. Three days.

She’d have to deal with you for three whole days.

The mission was simple: track and clear a small group of Scars camping out near the old radio tower. It should’ve been easy. Would’ve been, if not for the unspoken thing crackling in the air between you and Abby. She was doing her best to ignore it, kept her distance, kept her eyes forward, barely said a word unless it was mission-related.

You? You were having the time of your life.

Every chance you got, you brushed past her, just close enough to graze her arm. Threw her smug little looks when she glared at you. Smiled real pretty when she clenched her jaw and looked away. Petty? Yeah. But so was avoiding someone just because they called you out on your own bullshit. Your own feelings that were right in front of her.

By the time the mission was over and you’d made it back to the safe house for the night, you could feel the tension rolling off her. Everyone else had turned in for the night, sprawled out across old mattresses and sleeping bags. But you weren’t done with her yet.

She was sitting near the window, legs stretched out, back against the wall. She had her arms crossed, fingers tapping against her bicep like she was still wound up, still caught up in whatever thought, feelings words even, she refused to let out.

So you moved over to her. You crouched in front of her, hands on your knees, and grinned. “Y’know,” you said, voice just low enough that no one else could hear, “if you keep runnin’ from your feelings like this, you’re gonna pull something.”

Abby’s fingers stopped tapping. Her eyes flicked to you, sharp and tired. “Not now.”

“Oh, so later then?” Your smile grew. “I’ll pen you in.” “How’s Friday? That work for you?”

Abby exhaled through her nose. “Jesus, do you ever shut up?

You leaned in slightly, dropping your voice even lower. “Mm, You used to like when I ran my mouth. What happened to that?”

Abby’s jaw tightened.

You tilted your head. “What, nothing to say? No pissy comeback? No ‘shut the fuck up’ ,” You reached out, lightly tapping her knee. “C’mon, Abs. Say something.”

And that’s when it happened.

Abby moved fast. One second, she was sitting against the wall, and the next, she was grabbing you by the front of your shirt and yanking you up until your back hit the opposite wall. The breath caught in your throat, but before you could recover, she was right there, her face inches from yours, eyes dark, chest rising and falling like she’d finally had enough. You’d finally pissed her off enough.

You could feel the frustration flowing off of her. And man, did you love it.

“You think this” she gestured between you two “is a game?” Abby hissed, voice low, rough.

Your pulse spiked, but you kept your cool, rolling your eyes at her. “I think you’re mad ‘cause you know I’m right.”

Abby’s grip on your shirt tightened. “You make everything so fucking difficult ” she muttered, shaking her head.

“Oh yeah?” Your voice was barely a whisper now.

Abby’s eyes flickered to your mouth. Then, finally. finally. she broke. “Yeah.”

Her mouth crashed into yours, rough and frustrated, her hands sliding down to grab your waist, pressing you firmly against the wall. You gasped into it, hands flying to her arms, gripping her tight as she kissed you like she was trying to shut you up for good.

Like she was trying to prove something, to you, to herself maybe.

But she’d already lost. Because when she pulled back, breathing hard, you just smiled before speaking again. “Atta girl. Knew you’d crack.”

Abby groaned, dropping her head against your shoulder. “I hate you.”

“Mmn, no you don’t.” You grinned, running a hand through her hair. “But keep tellin’ yourself that, baby.” Her hands tightened on your waist.

Yeah, you’d won this round. But she still had a long way to go.

@/enchanthings for boarders

[bbyg4rl]

frenemies jj and kook!reader (reader was brought to the group by kie) finally sleep together after months of teasing banter between them. could also be like maybe after a party where reader is introduced to a hot touron that spends the whole time flirting with her and trying to kiss her, jj gets super jealous and spends the whole time making nasty comments about the guy and at the end, reader goes to check on him, tells him she wants him, she's had for months now and they kiss and etc

take me home, maybank

cw: jj x kook!reader, slight angst but mostly fluff, jealous!jj, lil pining, allusion to sex, tension, happy ending! 1.8k words !

summary: inspired by request !

a/n: hope you like this anon ! i was gonna make it a smut but it was getting too long so i decided against it.. ty to the lovely @jjslvt for proofreading this for me <3 also the name reminds me of COUNTRY ROOOOAAAADS TAKE ME HOMEEEEE

JJ Maybank was insufferable.

That was the first thing you realized when Kie introduced you to the Pogues months ago. He was cocky, reckless and had a habit of pushing your buttons like it was a hobby. But that was fine because you pushed his right back.

What wasn't fine was the glare he was shooting you from across the boneyard, jaw tight and hand clenched around a beer bottle as if it had personally offended him.

You weren’t doing anything wrong— He had no right to be this pissed. You weren’t his. Hell, half the time, you two barely got along.

But watching some touron— Jace or James or whatever the hell his name was putting his hands all over you, whispering in your ear, trying to kiss you? It was enough to make his blood boil.

The worst part? You hadn’t even stopped him. You laughed at his stupid jokes, listened to his stupid stories, let him pull you closer, let him try.

You weren’t taking him seriously, but JJ didn’t know that. Or maybe he did and just didn’t care. Because either way, he spent the whole night making sure you knew exactly what he thought about it.

The biting remarks, the scoffs, the not so subtle glares— all weapons he used to deter Jace. What else was he supposed to do? Sit back and act like it didn’t drive him insane?

The party was dying down, but he was still brooding, sitting on an overturned cooler near a stray log, picking at the label of his beer. He was clearly in a mood. He knew he was being an asshole. He just didn’t know how to not be one when it came to you.

And then, because the universe apparently hated him, he heard your voice.

"You're not subtle, you know that?" You say stopping in front of him.

JJ finally looked up at you, raising a brow. "Really? Subtle's my middle name." He threw his arms out dramatically. "JJ subtle Maybank. Has a nice ring to it, no?"

You let a giggle slip out of your mouth, his ears perked up like a dog's upon hearing the soft sound you let out.

"Yeah, sure. And I'm the queen of england" You say jokingly.

"What an honour to meet you, your majesty" he says, bowing down with a hand pressed to his chest. His usual toothy grin plastered to his face, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

You sighed, shaking your head. "What are you doing JJ?"

JJ tensed, "I'm bowing to my queen. What does it look like?"

You rolled your eyes. "JJ."

He let out a short laugh, but there was something off about it—something strained. "What's up princess?" He shoots you a wink, desperately trying to diffuse the situation.

"Why do you do whatever this is?" You say waving your hands back and forth in the space between you both. You knew even JJ Maybank, probably the most stubborn person you've ever known, couldnt deny what you two had. Right?

JJ clenched his jaw. "You have fun tonight?" He tries to change the subject. His voice was tight, barely masking the bitterness beneath it.

You tilted your head, studying him. "I don’t know" you said slowly. "Did you?"

JJ scoffed. "Oh yeah. Had a great time watching Captain underpants all over you."

"You were watching real close huh?"

JJ let out a dry laugh. "Hard not to when he was two seconds away from drooling on you."

"Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, Maybank." You chuckle at him.

JJ’s head snapped up, eyes flashing. "I’m not jealous." Then, with a smirk, he added, "I just have a deep, passionate hatred for that guy. Totally different thing."

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched like you were fighting a smile. "Right."

JJ leaned back, tapping his beer bottle against his knee. "Swear on my life. If I was jealous, I’d probably be, I don’t know, brooding in the corner and making dumb jokes to cover it up." He took a sip of his beer, then gestured to himself. "See? Totally fine."

You stared at him, amused. "You’re so full of shit."

JJ exhaled sharply, his humor fading just a little. "Yeah, well." He glanced away. "Guess that makes two of us."

Your face quickly fell as the words left his mouth. Silence settled between you both, Silence that was thicker than before. The tension had always been there, buzzing underneath every remark, every teasing smirk but tonight, it was different. Heavier.

JJ hadn't even realized he’d moved until he was kissing you.

It wasn't soft or sweet. Not like you ever imagined kissing him would feel like. No, this was desperate. Pent up frustration of stolen glances and sharp words that meant too much releasing all at once. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, and for a second, just a second, you kissed him back.

Then you pulled back, eyes wide and breathless, your palms fix themselves firm on his chest, holding him back. "What the hell was that?"

JJ swallowed thickly, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. "Shit." He shook his head, stepping back. "I don’t know. I'm sorry—"

But then you grabbed his shirt. Pulling him back in like he was your lifeline. Crashing your lips against his like you needed him. He groaned against your mouth, his hands finding your hips, holding you against him like he's afraid you'd change your mind.

When you finally pulled back, your forehead pressed against his, he let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. "You’re gonna be the death of me, princess."

Your breath hitched. "Yeah?"

He nodded, biting his lip. "Yeah."

The second your lips met his again, JJ knew he was in trouble. Everything about you was making him lose his mind.

JJ barely gave you a second to breathe before he was tugging you by the wrist, weaving through the dwindling crowd of the Boneyard. He needed to get you away—somewhere no one could interrupt, no one could see.

"Jay—" you laughed breathlessly, stumbling a little as he pulled you along. "Where the hell are we going?"

JJ didn’t stop, just glanced back at you with a smirk. "Away."

"Yeah, no shit—"

Before you could protest anymore, he ducked behind a tree, dragging you down with him. It was hidden from the bonfire, completely out of view but still close enough that you could still hear the party in the background. But right now, The only thing JJ was focused on was you.

You cocked a brow, crossing your arms as you looked around. "Okay, so you’ve kidnapped me. Now what?"

"I, uh—" The realisation he had no idea what he was doing suddenly dawned on him. He just knew he needed you alone. He let out a laugh, rubbing his hand over your jaw. "Shit, I don’t know."

You smirked. "Wow. smooth."

"Hey, I just dragged you behind a tree like some kinda psycho. Cut me some slack" he shot back. His hands cupped his chest as if you'd just offended him. But his voice was softer now, teasing almost.

He pulled you closer, his expression softened further, breath uneven, eyes bright with something you weren’t sure you even deserved.

The glow from the fire barely reached you, but the moonlight was enough. Enough to catch the way his lips were slightly swollen from the way he kissed you back there. Enough to catch the look on his face that he had when the gears in his head were turning. Enough to make your pulse hammer.

He leaned down to meet your lips again, slowly lowering you both down to the ground. His back rested against the tree as you situated yourself on his lap. His hands reached under your dress, palming your thighs subtly.

"I need you baby" He whispered against your lips. You can't help but moan as his tongue swipes against your lips. You let him in, let him explore your mouth with his tongue. He kisses you like he wants to etch the way you taste into his memory. Like this was what he had been missing his whole life.

You pulled back slightly, a bright smile on your face as you look up at him through your lashes. JJ shot you a look, eyes narrowing. "What?"

"You're pretty" You giggle at him.

JJ huffed out a laugh, pulling you further up his lap to make sure you knew how much of an affect you had on him. "And you’re not?"

You gasp as you feel the tent in his crotch. The smile leaving your face as you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. The damp feel of your panties becoming too much for you to ignore anymore.

"You wanna get outta here?"

It was so unlike him, the way he said it. No cocky smirk, no playful jab. Just quiet, soft.

You blinked, thrown off by the sudden softness in his voice. He notices the sudden change in your expression.

"What, you think I’m gonna ruin the moment with some dumb joke?"

You gave him an expectant stare.

He sighed dramatically. "Fine. Subtle’s my middle name. Happy?"

You laughed, shaking your head as you got up from your seat on his lap. "Come on" You say heartily, tugging at his arm as he got up after you.

He let out a breath, shaking his head with a crooked grin. "You’re really dragging me around now, huh?"

You smirked. "I learned from the best."

JJ let you pull him along, his hand still tangled with yours, something unfamiliar bubbling in his chest.

A strange nervousness settled over you as you reached his bike, the weight of the moment hitting you all at once. You were leaving with JJ Maybank. After months of teasing, tension, and stolen glances, it was finally leading somewhere.

You look back at him with a smile, he's almost dazed as he follows you. So caught up in the feel of you that the world around him had melted away.

He finally steps forward when you lean against his bike. Reaching for his helmet that he carefully places over your head. His fingers brush against your skin as he adjusts the strap under your chin.

"You wanna ride with me, princess, or should I call your Touron friend to pick you up?"

You rolled your eyes, stepping closer. "You gonna keep bringing him up all night?"

JJ shrugged, smirking. "Depends. You gonna pretend you didn’t like seeing me jealous?"

Your lips parted slightly, but before you could take the bait, he lifted his hand and flicked the visor down, sealing you inside. Then, before you could react, he leaned in and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss against the glass—his lips a mere blur through the visor, but the heat of it still made your stomach flip.

"Good to go princess" He says as he swung a leg over his bike, hands gripping the handlebars as he glanced at you. JJ swallowed hard as you climb onto the vehicle behind him, arms tightly wrapping around his waist.

"Hold on tight" He smirks back at you over his shoulder.

You shift closer, pressing yourself into him as your chin rests on his shoulder. "Take me home, Maybank" You whisper into his ear.

He didnt need to be told twice. He turns on the ignition and speeds down the way to the chateau. You could see the smirk on his face and the flicker in his eyes through the side mirror. You knew you were in for a long night.

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f1 driver!matt x influencer!reader au

summary: after influencer!reader is invited to give interviews at the grand prix event, she meets matt and everything changes for both of them.

intro pt. 1, pt. 2 pt. 3 pt.4

warning: none

disclaimer: english is NOT my first language

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y/n.y/l i am already in love with you, monaco <3

nicolassturniolo i'm so excited to finally meet you!!

y/n.y/l same king sameee💗💗

tarayummy yessss queen!!! i´m so excited for you!!!

y/n.y/l thx bff!! ily <3

vinniehacker see u soon sis!!

y/n.y/l i still can't believe youre coming... they let anyone in these days🤩

vinniehacker ok rudeeeeee😔😔

y/nfan.user OMG IM SO PROUD OF YOUUUU!!

y/n.y/l couldnt have done it without you guys!!!💐

y/n.sturniolos22 WAIT WHAT IF SHE MEETS MATT!!!!

y/nlovesferrari OH GIRL I JUST KNOW THE VLOG WILL EATTT‼️‼️

sturniolos_fan OMG FINALLY!! SHE MADE IT!!! CANT WAIT FOR THE CONTENT!!!!!

Back to the beginning...

It all started one morning when you were filming a ‘day in the life’ vlog, an audience favorite. Everyone loved seeing how monotone—or exciting—your day could be, depending on your schedule that day. Your specialty was vlogging, mainly showcasing how far from perfect your life actually was, while still expressing how grateful and blessed you felt. And everyone loved you for it.

That filming day, you were being productive: cleaning your apartment, running errands, and answering emails by midday. As you scrolled through your inbox, a red, very familiar logo caught your eye. It had just landed in your inbox. The bright F1 logo made you freeze in your tracks. 

Your whole life, you’d been a fan of Formula 1—blame Cars the movie, and your dad and older brother for waking up early to watch races when it was still strawberry shortcake and breakfast time. You grew up alongside race cars and Formula 1, and more specifically, Ferrari. They were your team since you could remember. So when you quickly scrolled down, eager to verify if the email was real, you saw both the Formula 1 and Ferrari logos. You thought you might faint.

You composed yourself and started reading:

YOU’RE INVITED TO THE MONACO GRAND PRIX

Dear Y/N L/N,

We are huge fans of your content and find it extremely engaging. We’ve heard of your love and admiration for both Formula 1 and our Ferrari family. We are inspired by your adventurous spirit and would like to support you through a partnership and experience that could benefit both you and us.

Our Ferrari family would like to present you with a proposal to experience our Grand Prix in Monaco! We will cover all your travel expenses, including air tickets and hotel stays. We would also love for you to interview our drivers and create content for our social media.

We look forward to hearing back from you.

Sincerely,  

The Ferrari and Formula 1 Family.

You couldn’t believe what you were reading. This was your dream, something you’d always imagined, and now it was actually happening. You grabbed your camera, focused it on yourself, and began recording.

“Guys! I just got the most exciting and unbelievable email ever! Without revealing too much, I just want to say how thankful and blessed I am to have you all with me! I’m about to fulfill a lifetime dream, and I couldn’t have done it without you! This vlog is going to be so exciting, so stay tuned!” With a bright smile, you stopped the camera, and the realization of what was happening hit you.

You quickly grabbed your phone and called your agent, Hailey, just to confirm it was real and that everything was going to happen. The phone rang twice before Hailey picked up.

“DID YOU SEE THE F1 EMAIL?!” you blurted out.

Hailey chuckled. “YOU FINALLY SAW IT! I’ve been reading it for over 15 minutes waiting for your call!” she said, and you laughed.

“Well, I just saw it! Please tell me I can do it and that I’m free to go!” you begged.

She sighed dramatically. “I’d rather jump out of my third-floor window right now than tell you no. Did you really think you wouldn’t go? Your dad would kill me, your brother would kill me, your mom would kill me, and YOU most of all would kill me. And listen, even if we had something scheduled for those dates, I’d call in every favor just to move it. Oh, girl, we are going to Monaco!”

Hailey’s excitement made you grin. “UGH, Hails, you're the best!” you said.

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I’m employed,” she teased.

You both laughed, and then she became all business again. “Okay, I’ll email them back. You focus on looking for hotels, and we’ll regroup tomorrow to have a nice meeting and schedule everything. Sound good?”

“Absolutely perfect! I’ll call you tomorrow!” You both said your goodbyes and hung up. Everything felt like a dream, and you couldn’t wait for this adventure to begin.

The next few weeks were a blur of planning, scheduling, and packing for your dream trip. You vlogged every moment without revealing exactly where you were going, leaving your audience hanging. Your excitement was almost overwhelming, but you couldn’t deny the nerves creeping in. The idea of being surrounded by people you admired, the ones you’d seen on screens for years, was crazy to you.

The one thing you were most excited about? The interviews. You had no idea who would actually be willing to sit down with an influencer, but you didn’t care. What made your heart race was the thought of interviewing a certain driver—Matt Sturniolo. 

He was an American, a triplet, and a rising star in Formula 1. Was he your celebrity crush? Not really. But, you weren’t blind. He had an amazing presence, both on and off the track. Funny enough, his brother Nick was a mutual friend on Instagram, and you’d talked a few times about hanging out at the Grand Prix, neither of you knowing who’d be there. Nick was an influencer with his own lip balm brand, Space Camp, which you loved—it was genuinely good stuff. 

Chris, the other brother, was a loud, lovable figure in the social media world, owning his own clothing brand, Fresh Love, which was wildly successful. As for Matt, he was the quieter one in the triplet group, but still had a natural charisma that came through, especially in his brothers' videos. His passion for racing started at a young age, eventually leading him to Ferrari—the team he’d always dreamed of driving for. 

You were definitely looking forward to interviewing him. You hoped you’d get to see beyond his public persona and uncover a little more of who he was—at least on the surface.

Present Day...

You’d landed in Monaco 12 hours ago, and so far, jet lag hadn’t been an issue. You’d managed to sleep through the entire flight. Arriving in the morning gave you the chance to explore the city and even see the track with a few others who had arrived early. 

That night, you had nothing planned, so you decided to treat yourself to room service and relax. Tomorrow marked the official start of the event and all the activities you had lined up. You couldn't contain your excitement, so you made a small post on Instagram, revealing where you were. You scrolled through a few stories, liked some posts, and finally went to bed.

Tomorrow was going to be unreal.

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when you're close to me - grayson hawthorne x reader

summary: trying to get grayson hawthorne to have a reset day— lots of laughs... lots of kisses... not much of the reset day actually taking place... wc: 1.2k

grayson stood in front of you, hands resting on your waist as you sat on top of the sink counter and held his chin with one hand, the other carefully applying a facemark on his forehead with a brush. you focused on your task, determined to make it look perfect.

you had ordered him to close his eyes so you could put the mask on, even though he didn’t need to— not in any sense that was practical— but it was simply because his gaze was making you far too flustered to focus on the task at hand. the fact that he was this close only made it more difficult. 

“i don’t see why this is necessary,” grayson mumbled, his eyes still shut as you let go of his chin to hold his hair back.

“because,” you reasoned with a hum in your voice, “it just is.” you paused for a moment, “this is how reset days work. you’ve been so caught up in work, so let me just… do this for you.” you mumbled, evening out the shape of the grey mask on his forehead.

“i don’t need a reset day,” he countered calmly, “i’m fine.”

you almost let out a snort. “you most definitely do need a reset day.” 

grayson let out a slow exhale. “i’ve handled the past 20 years of my life without one. but, thank you for your consideration.”

you rolled your eyes affectionately, though he couldnt even see you. 

“thank you for your consideration,” you mumbled under your breath in mockery of his words. you huffed, “i’m going to kill you.” you were still muttering to yourself, to which you heard him laugh and open his eyes at. 

grayson tilted his head to the side, raising one of his brows up at you before he asked, “i’m sorry?”

“you heard me,” you responded, lowering your voice to add to the effect, “i know people…” you were happy to see his eyes again and see how they glittered with humour in this moment, but you couldn’t help but chide him for disrupting your ever-so-important endeavour of applying his facemask. “and, stop moving.” you continued as you pressed a thumb under his jaw, turning his face toward you again.

grayson ignored your ominous and extremely serious threat and closed his eyes again with the barest hint of a smile on his face. 

he stilled for a long moment, and you were getting along quite nicely with the mask, and you were even about to move to the rest of his face. that was until he furrowed his brows again. “may i just ask, what is in this?”

your hand dropped down to your sides with a huff. 

“oh my god,” you shut him up with a laugh as you shut your eyes for a quick moment, “grayson!”

grayson opened his eyes. the corners of his lips flickered up into a smile. 

for a moment, you stayed looking at eachother, feeling your own lips twitch as you held back a smile. it instantly became impossible for the both of you to hold back your laughter anymore. 

usually, you thought perfection was impossible. but it was here, it was effortless with grayson—his head tilted back slightly, grey eyes crinkled, and his usual composure slipping for just a second — beaming with that smile of his that was rare to everyone but you. you wanted to simply kiss his face all over until you were both sick of it. 

clearly, he must’ve been thinking the same thing, as he looked at you with affection swirling behind those icy grey eyes of his. 

a laugh escaped him while he shook his head amusedly, with one of his hands that were previously on your waist moved to cup your cheek, “i deeply apologise, sweetheart.” he murmured lowly, his lips sliding into a coy smile. “i understand your face mask duties hold a lot of importance.”

you yourself were still smiling, “oh shut up, you.” you muttered back, your faces inches apart.  

his gaze flickered to your lips right before you wordlessly leaned in to a kiss. 

at first, you giggled against his lips. that was before melting into the kiss with a lingering smile between you, 

you hopped down from the counter, and wrapped your arms around his neck as his other hand moved to your face. the gentleness of his touch and the kiss sent a swarm of butterflies right to your stomach. 

you felt light on your toes as his lips moved against yours like he had all the time in the world, and you could still feel the slight smile on his lips against you. 

his fingers curled at your waist, not pulling you closer, just resting there, like he liked the feeling of you this close.

and you—god, you could barely think. you just felt. the warmth of his touch, the soft pressure of his lips, the slight tilt of his head as he kept leaning in, deepening the kiss until—

you shrieked. 

you felt something cool, slightly tacky on your forehead…

it was near comical, the way grayson’s brows furrowed so quickly when you pulled back, and just as quickly smoothed over when he saw the laugh on your face.

he was still confused, clearly, but the smile you held soothed his worries. 

he tilted his head, trying to understand. “love,” he searched your eyes fore any hint of explanation, unable to hold back a little smile because of your own laughter. “what’s the matter?”

you covered your mouth, dissolving into a giggling mess. "your forehead," you choked out, wiping your own forehead that was touching his with the back of your hand. “it’s.. it’s wet.”

his expression blanked, a single brow raising in that oh so grayson way of his. and then, realization dawned.

the face mask.

he exhaled sharply, shaking his head as he ran a hand down his face. “that’s enough of this," he muttered, moving past you and turning on the sink.

you were a laughing mess, and you stumbled backwards, leaning against the back wall. you watched him roll his sleeves up and lean over the sink while he washed his face haphazardly— and dried it just as quickly. 

“grayson!” you managed to get out with your little laughs. “why did you wash it off?,” you were the one complaining now, though it was all jokes. you fake pouted, “that was expensive.”

he turned back, and his expression was half amused and half exasperated.

he ran a hand through his hair as he looked at you before he started walking to you. “i washed it off,” he started lowly as he got to you in two strides, “so i’d be able to do this.”

you fought back a smile, and kept your eyes on him as he got to you.  those same butterflies erupted in your stomach tenfold when his hands went to your waist, pulling you into him before his lips pressed into yours. 

just moments before, you were smiling because of laughter, but this time you were unable to stop the grin on your face because you simply felt so.. peaceful. fulfilled, even. you doubted you could ever get sick of being like this with him.

one hand moved to hold where your jaw met your neck, pulling you closer. 

no interruptions this time.

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Bad News 1 |

Parts: 1/2, read part 2 HERE

Parings: dbf!bucky x f!reader

MDNI/NSFW

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Inspired by, Call me by your name

Summary: Your fathers best friend accompanies you and your family to your summer house in the country. Sparks ignite as you grow closer, secretly spending one-on-one time together at night.

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: plot with smut, secret-relationship, angst, choking, praise kink, petname (doll), oral sex (f recieving), pinv sex, fingering, creampie, c*ck warming.

AN: Ill make it into a series if yall like it, please enjoy!

Baring Throats

I leaned onto the windowsill, one arm stretched into the cool night air, holding a half smoked ciagrette as I rested my head in the crook of the other. A song filled the empty night, small birds and morning doves serenaded me beautifully, the occasional cranes interuppting with their paired cries.

I took a puff, exhailing slowly as I admired the view overlooking the garden, the vast grass plains surronding the house and the tree line in the distance. It separated us from the forest, obscuring the lake behind it and hiding all things wild. I glanced down the long road leading up to the house, and found a man walking along it.

Bucky, heading back from another venture into town. Perhaps he had visited a lady friend, which he had a good number of, perhaps it wasnt any of my concern. It shouldnt bother me, yet, it did.

I found my mind drifting, painting a picture of him in a bed, sweaty and naked, laying next to another woman and a spark of jealousy flared up inside me. The sound of footsteps on a gravel path approached, bringing me back to the moment, I blinked the images away and rebuked myself.

Looking down to the ground, my eyes met his. Smiling, I greeted him amd leaned over the sill. Nothing on but a thin t-shirt and a pair of panties, goosebumps prickled my skin. He smiled back at me. We looked at eachother in silent understanding, our business remaining our own. Wordlessly we communicated, I took another drag of the cigarette and he gestured for me to give him one, I held my index finger up, indicating for him to wait a second as I grabbed the pack and lighter from my nightstand, in turn tossing them down to him. Graciously he caught them and lit up, I nodded my head inside, asking him to join me. He took a long drag of the cig, considering me carefully, but he shook his head. Smiling increadolously, he pointed at me as if saying, "youre bad news" then snuffed his cigarette and went inside.

I heard him walking up the stairs, toward my room, the footsteps stopping just outside my door. Please knock, I begged, he seemed to be considering it, but a moment passed and then another, and at last he left. Entering his own room instead, opposite mine.

This had been our routine for the past few weeks, both being night owls, we'd sometimes encounter eachother on the premises. Coming from our separete affairs, but never asking the other where they'd been. We'd share a snack, talk in hushed voices, hold in laughs and shush eachother when we inevitably were to loud. It became our little secret, not because we did anything innapropriate, but simply because it were a few moments that belonged to just the two of us. Talking about things we couldnt talk about with anyone else. It had been innocent at first, but at some point had that charming smile of his begun to make me blush, at some point had his touching become more tender and at some point did our night time talks stop being accidental, but rather sought out. Last night, we'd come dangerously close to kissing and I think alarm bells sounded for the both of us, which is why we kept our distance tonight.

Dissapointed I went to bed, falling asleep with unseemly images of my fathers best friend clouding my mind.

I slept late into the next day, the sound of heavy rain battering the roof roused me from my sleep. As I got ready to go about my day, I found a note slid under my door, my lighter was inside, along with a few written words "Smoking is bad, you know. I'd better finish them for you :)" Chuckling, I saved the note, tucking it into my nightstand. Wiseass.

Due to poor weather and lack of outdoor activities, the family + one was gathered in the livingroom. My parents on one sofa, dad holding an arm around my mom as they read from the same book, my brother in the armchair and Bucky on the other sofa, everyone reading a variety of something. They all looked up as I entered the room, feigning surprise that I had finally joined them.

'Good afternoon stranger.' my father chuckled. I kissed my mothers cheek in greeting, she smiled sweetly and squeezed my hand in response as I passed them.

'About time you graced us with your prescence' Bucky teased, making my brother and mother join in with the cheerful joking.

I smirked and shook my head, waving my hands dissmissively, 'Very funny, I blame the weather.' I said and gestured toward the sky, sitting down on the empty seat next to Bucky. I laid my legs in his lap and leaned back against the armrest, propping my head up on a pillow. A conversation was struck up, talking about what I had missed, discussing resent books and making plans for tomorrow, it seemed like we'd go to the beach. Ocasionally, Bucky would grab and squeeze my legs when talking, in the same way some people gestured to get their point across.

As the chill of the evening drew closer, we lit a fire in the hearth and grabbed blankets. But a shortage occured, so I had to move closer to Bucky, he laid an arm across my shoulder as I curled up intill him so one blanket would be enough for the both of us. We grabbed a few bottles of wine, dusted off the old board games and got down to business. A heated game of monopoly ensued, followed by a short dinner break, eventually resulting in very drunk charades. Bucky and I teamed up, two versus three and we won regardless. Were all very competitve people, safe to say that none of us went to bed feeling very sportsmanlike that night. As the evening wound down, so did our energy, the wine was taking its toll. My legs were tucked against Buckys chest as I leaned my head against his shoulder, he circled his arms around my legs and rested his chin on my knees. Lazily the five of us talked for a while longer, enjoying the pleasent atmosphere of the night while we were still contious to do so. Eventually though, as laughs turned into yawns, Bucky and I offered to stay behind and clean up while the other three departed. Tidying went by quickly, we made a good team. As I discarded the last of the dishes in the sink, he put his hands on my shoulders and kissed my forehead, trying to keep his focus on my eyes, 'Go to bed, doll. I got the rest.' He said, smiling sweetly, attempting to act sober and rubbed my shoulders tenderly.

I looked at him with hazy eyes, 'If you say so.' I answered, smiling lazily, then went upstairs. Between our rooms, there was a french balcony. It stood wide open, my parents had presumably opened it in a drunk hot-flash to let air in. I was headed for my room, but my mind drifted to the crisp, sublte wind calling my name. My feet changed direction by themselves, and magically I appeared in the opening.

Leaned against the doorframe, I fell half asleep, the rain had devolved into a drizzle, but the air was damp and pleasantly chilly against my skin. Involuntairy shivers took over my body, but I was to tired to move. I heard distant footsteps behind me, coming and going, and eventually coming back again. The steps approached and strong arms circled around my shoulders, a warm body pressing up against my back. He'd covered himself with a blanket, holding the ends in his hands and gift wrapped me into his embrace. I held onto his forearms, a smile kn my lips as I basked in his warmth.

He rested his head on my shoulder, 'You were gonna freeze.' He explained himself, whispering against my ear and sending a cold shiver through my spine. I leaned my head back against his chest, sighing happily as we stood silently, appreciating eachothers presence. I drunk his scent in as our breaths matched up, the birds singing for us once again.

'I want my cigs back.' I complained, drunkenly disturbing our peaceful moment.

Bucky chuckled, 'I dont want you to get cancer.' He protested, half-joking.

I turned around, alcohol causing the bounderies of a long friendship to blur. I placed my hands on his chest and met his eyes, looking at him through my lashes, making them as big and pretty as a puppys 'Please?' I asked kindly.

He looked at me with adoration in his gaze, removing the blanket from himself and covering my shoulders with it. A smirk curved his lips as he looked at me, shaking his head in defeat. Wordslessly his manmersism spoke for him, 'Youre bad news." they told me, and this it would get the better of him. He grabbed my hand and led me into his room. Once inside he let go of me, opened his window and began rummaging around his dresser. I leaned my back against the windowsill, grabbing the lighter from my pocket and crossed my arms, wrapping the blanket tighter around me as I waited, watching him with a smile on my lips. His arm shot up into the air, displaying the packet proudly as he found them, 'I'll give you, one.' He told me quietly, a stern expression on his face.

My mouth fell open in disbelief, 'I payed for them!' I exclaimed, forgetting myself. Bucky put a finger to his lips in a shushing motion, and walked up to me. He took a cigarette out of the pack and opened his hand expectantly, I gave him the lighter and he lit his cig, taking a puff and leaving it between his lips. He rested his elbows on the windowsill behind me and leaned forward, leveling his head with mine. Moving past my head, gracing my cheek with his as he blew the smoke out of the window, then leaned back. He had one arm on each side of me, crossed behind my back, he had me pinned between him and the window. Our faces were inches apart, both painfully aware that this wasnt appropriate of a daughter and the family friend, but the wine had pushed out any reason or logic of our minds. I couldnt help but look away, suddenly shy. Luring a smile from him as he observed the way a blush crept its way up my cheeks. I took the cig from him, my fingertips acidentally grazing his lips, and placed it between my own. I took a puff and faced him again, our eyes locked, sharing hidden thoughts through transparent gazes.

Energy sizzled in the air, building onto the tension between us, magnetizing it, pulling at the invisible string that connected us. 'Let me taste.' He whispered, inching closer. I hesitated, before slowly exhaling the smoke as he breathed it in, sharing the toxic cloud between us, poisoning our judgement. I felt myself drawn closer to him, the string pulling taunt on both ends, his lips a mere ghost over mine. Temptation coarsed through our veins, causing heavy breathing as we fought our urges. But we both gave in, in the end.

Our lips met in a soft kiss, he moved his arms from the windowsill and grabbed my waist. I was taken off guard, but welcomingly so. Complicated feelings bounced through my mind, but I couldnt back down now. I hurridly snuffed out the cigarette against the sill and snaked my hands around his neck as I kissed him back, pulling him closer. His hands found their way under my shirt, sliding up my torso until his fingertips touched the plush flesh of my breasts. He inhaled sharply, the oxygen returning to his brain as common sense flooded back to him. He shook his head in an attempt to clear it, this was his best friends daughter. He tore free from the claws of desire, grabbing my arms and unhooking them from his neck, he backed up. I reached out for him, but he pulled away, sitting down at the end of his bed, he laid his head in his hands, a labored sigh leaving him.

'We cant, you know we cant.' He whispered, voice muffled against his palms. I did know, but I couldnt help it. I sat down next to him, wrapping my arms around his, grabbing his bicep as I rested my head against his shoulder. He sat straighter, letting one of his hands fall to my knee as the other stroked my hair, he kissed the top of my head.

'I just- Why did it turn out this way?' I asked him quietly, my voice quivering 'I know we cant, but. . .' I paused, thinking of the right words. His hand slid from my hair to gently caress my cheek, then tracing his fingers finger along my jaw until they found purchase under my chin and tilted my face to meet his. I searched his gaze for something unknow to me, 'I need you.' I whispered foolishly, my eyes watering, 'This is all your fault you know, your stupid smile and caring words.' I laughed mirthlessly, keeping my eyes locked on his, as a tear threatened to fall.

He cupped my face with boths hands, looking at me with a sorrowful expression as he leaned his forehead against mine.

'Bucky, please.' I whispered, leaning into his touch 'If you cant have me, stop this.' I pulled one of his hands from my face, clasping my own around it and kissed his palm softly before letting it fall to my lap.

'I cant get stuck. . . Wanting your love if you cannot give it to me.' I told him quietly, squeezing his hand as my voice broke, I leaned back, meeting his eyes again, pleading, 'Please say something.'

But he remained quiet as his eyes welled, admiring my blushed, tear streaked face.

My eyebrows furrowed, not understanding how he could be so cruel. A tear finally rolled down my cheek and my chin quivered in disbelief, I was nothing more than a naive girl to him.

I looked away, not wanting him to see the pain he caused me. I took his silence as a rejection and moved to stand, but he grabbed my wrist, stopping me from leaving, 'Let me go.' I cried silently, unwilling to face him as tears streamed down my cheeks. I stood again, pulling, trying to unclasp my hand from his grip but I could not, 'Please Buck, I cant do this.' I croaked, looking up at the ceiling as I tried to blink my tears away.

'Look at me.' He ordered softly, but I refused. 'Doll.' He whispered in warning, but hearing his name for me only made my cry harder, I pulled on his grip again but he was unrelenting. 'Sit, please.' He asked this time, desperation burried in his voice.

'No.' I answered, resolute.

As I was not cooperating, he took matters into his own hands. He pulled me back down and cupped my face as kissed me harshly, I fought him out of anger, but quickly melted into his touch, all was forgiven, it had always been.

He deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth, moaning from just the taste of me. My hands found their way to his brown locs, burrying themselves, while his hands felt their way down my body. We fell backwards onto the bed and he cilimbed on top of me, pushing his knee between my legs to separate them. His lips found my neck, trailing kisses from my jaw to collarbone as his hand kneaded its way up my thigh, my skirt catching on his wrist. His lips left my skin as he sat up, scaring me for a moment as I thought he changed his mind. But he climbed down to the foot of the bed, knees on the floor and hooked his hands under my kees, pulling me to the edge of the bed. His hands found my panties and ripped them off, I gasped from the sudden gust of cold air hitting my wet core. He kissed my thighs, licking and nipping as he worked his way inwards, panting inbetween pecks, desperate to taste me. He looked up at me, meeting my eyes as he hovered over my core, his breath fanning over my clit, he looked like a crazed mad man. The anticipation was overflowing, I bit my lip, nodding for him to go ahead and he dove in. Lapping at my clit, tasting me. I almost screamed from the sudden sensation, but covered my mouth at the last second. I rutted my hips against him, hoping for further friction, but his hands grabbed my hips, holding me down so he could please with intention. I whined, grabbing at the sheets, pulling on them for support, It wasnt enough.

'More, more.' I moaned, and he obligingly latched onto my clit, sucking as two of his fingers found their way inside me, thrusting and curling at my pleasure. Breathy moans escaped me as I was getting closer to cumming.

'Close, real close' I managed with a mumbling voice, he squeezed my hip in reassurance, telling me it was alright. I hummed as the knot in my stumache pulled tighter, he pushed another finger inside me and im convinced I saw the light. I came tumbling over the edge, stiffling another scream by shoving my face into the bed. And as I was catching my breath, he kissed his way back up to me, climbing on top once again, he snaked one arm under my back to pull my shirt off, freeing my breasts, then lifted my hips to take my skirt off, followed by his own shirt and sweats. He was huge, no surpise there.

'You okay?' He asked, and I hummed in response, cupping his face and pulling him back up to my lips, kissing him with a burning passion. He pulled back, 'Use your words girl.' He said sternly.

'Need you.' I whispered, kissing him again.

'You sure doll?' he asked against my lips, I nodded enthusiastically.

'Please, Ive never wanted anything more.' I assured him. He hooked my leg onto his knee, raising it to get better access to my opening. I circled my other leg around his hip and he lined himself up with my entrance.

'Look at me.' He ordered again, and I met his eyes, gazes locked deeply as his tip teased my entrance. I admired his beautiful face as I circled my arms around his shoulders, preparing for whatever was to come. Suddenly he slid inside me and we gasped in unisome, he didnt move for a second so I could get used to his size. He stroked a strand of hair behind my ear as he admired my face, 'My beautiful girl.' He whispered, making my heart beat faster.

He pulled out of me and thrusted in again softly, setting a slow but intent pace. Each thrust took my breath away, all the while he was grunting in my ear. His hand found its way to my throat, closing around it and squeezed, putting slight pressure on it and stealing another moannfrom me in the process. He graced his nose against my cheek, kissing my jaw as he thrusted deeper, and I met them with desperate ruts, 'C'mon doll, just like that.' He encouraged me in a breathy voice, that alone couldve been enough to make me cum. He trailed kisses down my chest and latched onto my breast, taking it into his mouth, sucking and nibbling at my nipple as his hand found the other, kneading it intently.

'Getting- closer.' I hummed, but his thrusting slowed, eventually stopping completley. 'Buck?' I questioned, and he let go of my breasts, pulling out of me completley, pleasure and confusion mixed my mind into a strange mess. He backed up, grabbed my legs, raising them and in one solid motion hooked them onto his shoulders and thrust into me again, deeper than ever before. A loud moan tore through me, to blided by the feeling that I completley forgot about being silent. His hand quickly covered my mouth as he began a ruthlessly deep and hard pace, rocking my entire body. His mouth quickly replaced his hand, kissing me deepley, passionateley, in rythm with his thrusts.

'Almost there, doll.' He mumbled between kisses, I nodded, not able to for words, but I was close to. The knot in my stumache terribly close to coming undone once again. His thrustingbecame rougher, harder as he closed in on his orgasm, hitting that sweet spot every time. Our breaths were nothing more than frenzied moans, his pace faltered, giving it all he had for a few last thrusts before we both came undone. Warm liquid spurting into me as he collpased on top of me, resting his head in the crook of my neck and kissing my skin softly as we cought or breath, 'Good girl.' He whispered, 'My good, good girl.' He panted, still inside me as his seed slowly, sippered out of me.

My heart fluttered at his words as I fought to keep my eyes open, the alcohol and exhaustion from the day along with the bliss of our secret activities were catching up to us. He laid an arm around my ribbcage, pulling me closer to him, I hooked my leg over his hip and curled up to him. I gave him a quick peck on the lips as he kissed my forehead, and we fell asleep in eachothers arms.

I woke up later in the night, but in my own room. I wouldve thought I had dreamt it all if it wasnt for the blanket tucked tightly around me, still smelling of him.

Read part two HERE <3

[luvyeni]

𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 ! ㅤ ㅤ𓂃 ㅤ박성훈

CHAPTER ELEVEN. here with you ... 「 materialist 」

ㅤ୨ৎ no one in your friend group couldn't understand why you and sunghoon stopped being friends after freshman year of college; they all chalked it up as for reasons only you and he knew about , you and sunghoon couldnt get along, and when he threatened to tell your brother something your deepest darkest secret you called him a virgin who couldn't read to your 24k fans and the name spread throughout the campus…ㅤ

𓂃 🎞️. chapter warnings. language , alcohol and marijuana usage , mentions of sex word count. 1723

after the grueling testing day; you were ready to just have fun tonight. “is your brother gonna be there?” you smiled at your friend. “don't smile at me like that, i was just asking.” you shrugged. “well he does live there, so yes.” you laughed. “the two of you couldn't be less obvious.” yeojin shook her head. “there's nothing going on between us , i swear.”

“who you fooling?” she scoffed. “hey you're the one who— we don't talk about jake , that's business.” you tossed your hair around in the mirror. “i wasn't talking about jake , i was talking about sunghoon.” you rolled your eyes. “don't start that.”

“i can't believe you two use to be together.” you stopped her. “we had sex a two times, i wouldn't say we were together.” you said. “well no , but you were the best of friends, that's what makes it much crazier.” yeojin said. “what would have happened if it not had been for mina and heeseungs first love?” you frowned. “we actually could've seen sunghoon and yn as friends.”

you knew your friends meant no harm, but you couldn't help but think about the previous conversation on the way to the party; the conversation looming over your head— what could've been? “you alright mama?” yeojin asked , pulling you out of your thoughts. “yes im fine, just thinking.” you said. “about sunghoon?” yoons eyebrows raised. “absolutely not , i'm thinking about how much im gonna drink tonight.”

“i will not be pulling your drunk body to your apartment; i will dump you on your brother's bed and leave.” you laughed, the car pulling up to the party. “i promise i won't get drunk.” you held your hand up. “let's go , sunoo is waiting inside with julie and natty.”

you guys made your way through the sweaty bodies, the smell of different perfumes and marijuana wafting throughout the air , burning your nostrils. “there they are.” the three of you made your way over to the rest of your friends. “come on.”

“you guys made it.” natty said. “sunoo thought you were gonna end up bailing.” pulling you in for a hug. “why would i do that?” pulling away with a confused glare. “because sunghoon is here and even tho you two hate each other , you still are horny for him.” julie said, you turned to natty. “she won't tell anyone i swear.” she smiled. “i won't i promise, i just like being nosey , i think you two would be pretty cute.”

“who?” you turned upon hearing your brothers voice. “no one.” jake ran over to you , hugging you. “jake i saw you 4 days ago.” you groaned. “i missed you.” you laughed. “okay , okay get off.” you pushed him , he pulled away with a toothy grin. “who would be cute?” jungwon said , turning to you. “obviously not you.” you scoffed. “asshole.” he looked you up and down. “could your dress be anymore short , the frat house down the road is here and you know they love to be touchy feely.”

“won i can handle a few drunk frat guys.” you said. “i’ll stay with her tonight, you go have fun , yoon is over there bro.” jake winked , your brothers face turning red. “gross , she's my friend.” you grabbed jake's wrist. “let's go get a drink.” he nodded. “hands above the waist sim , im watching you!”

“so how have you been?” jake asked , “it's been almost a week and i haven't heard from you.” he said. “you missed me?” you teased. “shut up you know what i mean , how can i get high without you?” he handed you a drink. “how about not getting high at all.” jay , sunoo and heeseung made their way over to you. “the two of you are frying your brains.” jay said. “sunoo your boyfriend is nagging, make him stop.” you whined. “how come you never want to smoke with me?” heeseung asked. “last time we smoked together heeseung you fell asleep in my bed , i had to sleep on the floor.”

“yeah my bad , your bed is super comfortable.” he smiled cheekily. “so since i know im getting a chance with you tonight , where's your friend at?” you rolled your eyes. “she's over there , leave her alone.” he winked , walking away. “why did you just throw your friend to the wolves?” jay asked. “hey we can't all be lonely.” you shrugged. “even if it is for a night.”

“you always have jake.” sunoo said , pointing to the man next to you. “no , what we have right now is enough.” you said. “which is?” jay asked. “nothing , completely platonic.” you said. “well enjoy celibacy, come on jay.” sunoo dragged the boy away. “let's go dance.” jake said. “fine.” he guided you to the dance floor , his hands low on your waist. “you do look good tonight.” you smiled , so unaware of the boy eyeing you from across the room.

sunghoon was hoping to ignore you tonight , he was praying that he didn't see you at all tonight — downing cup after cup to try and get you out his head. “bro you wanna slow down?” jungwon approached him. “i know you live here , but i mean alcohol poisoning is still a thing.” he didn't know what to do ; how do you explain what he was currently feeling? how could he explain it to your brother? “i'm fine.” was all he could say. “i have to use the bathroom.” he said , pulling his body off the wall , stumbling just a bit. “hoon.” he waved the boy off , making his way to the bathroom.

you and jake were like five drinks in each , both of you dancing on the floor , his hands on your waist. “when did you become such a lightweight sim.” the boy was stumbling. “am i a light weight or do you just drink too much.” both of you stumbling to a seat. “my feet hurt.” the boy whined. “of course we danced for like an hour.” you said. “i have to use the bathroom , i’ll be right back.”

making your way to the bathroom , holding on to a wall , stumbling. you finally found the bathroom but unfortunately it was locked , and with the slamming against the door , you weren't looking to wait for whoever was in there to come out.

trying to find your brother's bedroom , knowing he had a bathroom in his room , you found a door , opening it , walking in. “has his room has gotten much bigger.” you said to yourself. “that's cause it's not his room.” you heard a familiar voice , turning around to the boy sitting on the bed. “sunghoon.” you said. “im leaving.” you turned to walk out. “if you have to use the bathroom, go.” he said. “as much as i want you out , I'm not a monster.” he said , you stumbled into the bathroom. “close the door.”

you quickly did what you have to do , ready to quickly get out of there and away from the boy — walking out of the bathroom where he was still sitting there , his head low , red face; he was beyond drunk. “don't pretend to care , just go.” he said. “i never said i did care.” you said. “and i am leaving.” you turned to walk away. “i don't want to be here with you anyway.” your words slurring as you stumbled to the door.

sunghoon watched you slowly make your way to the door; your legs wobbly, he remembered when you first got drunk , you held on to the wall of his bedroom just like you were currently — he didn't know what came over him , well he did know , it was the alcohol, lord knows he wouldn't have done it sober. “stupid door.”

he wanted to stop himself , but he couldn't; the alcohol ran through his veins as he grabbed your wrist , turning you around. “what the fuck.” you yelped , his hand coming up to the back of your neck , his lips slamming into yours sloppily from the alcohol — it was hot , it was messy, it was everything you needed in your life — but it should've been with him , but you wanted it to; and that made you mad.

you pulled away ; both of you breathless. “yn-” your hand went right across his face. “don't.” you said. “this didn't happen.” before he could say anything , you were running out the door , and down the stairs , to adrenaline running through your veins letting you sober up , you had to get out of there and fast.

you looked for your friends everywhere , but they were nowhere to be found. “there you are.” jake grabbed your shoulder , gaining your attention. “whoa you look like you've just seen a ghost.” he said. “do you need another drink?” you don't know what came over you , but soon you were making another mistake , grabbing the side of jake's face , pulling him into a kiss — it didn't feel like sunghoons lips , it wasn't hot or messy like you liked , you didn't feel a spark like you did with the boy you claimed to hate.

“whoa wait yn.” he pulled away. “you know you don't want to do that.” he said. “i do.” you said , but the boy knew. “no you don't , you're drunk and would never do this sober and i would never forgive myself knowing that and still taking advantage of you.” he said , his hand caressing your cheek. “let's get you home alright? before your brother sees you like that and that's the last thing we want right?” you sighed nodding. “good girl , let's go.” he guided you out of the house.

sunghoon tried to chase after you — what would he say , three days ago he was calling you a bitch , then he kisses you; but still his legs were determined to find you , pushing through the crowds of people , until he saw your familiar dress , his eyes following your hands go up to the boy's face , kissing him.

it was like a blur; all he could see was the boy caressing your cheek , grabbing your hand guiding you out of the house , before he was right back in the kitchen drinking his body weight, drowning himself in liquor , hoping to forget; forget this night , forget kissing you , forget you kissing jake.

forget one of his best friends leaving out to do god knows what with the love of his life …

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[stanzo75]

could you do the fluffiest tooth rotting fluff with george and reader ?? it can be about honestly ANYTHING i just crave fluff

Absolutely!!

Boyfriend!george x sick!reader

Your sweet weasley boyfriend takes care of you while you're sick🫶

(This was totally inspired bc I've been in bed sick all day, so I'm sorry if it sucks😓)

Youre stuck in bed, sick as a dog with an awful cold. Your head is pounding, your nose is stuffy, your throat hurts, you have a god awful fever, your body aches, and you cannot stop coughing, and the worst part is that your boyfriend is going to be stuck in class all day. George weasley just might be the sweetest boy you had ever met, and youd been dating him for the past year and a half. All you could possibly want right now is him.

Suddenly you hear a light knock on your door, and george slips in holding a bag. He smiles at you brightly as he makes his way to your bedside.

“I heard you were sick sweetheart, i brought you some things”

You glance at the time, “george! Its halfway through your first class! What are you doing here?” you rasp out.

He chuckles as he sits on your bed, “i didnt go, i went out to hogsmeade to pick up supplies instead. Class doesnt matter half as much to me as my sweet sick baby”

You scoff softly and roll your eyes, although you were secretly pleased.

“Dont give me that look! You know you missed me” he murmurs as he leans in to press multiple soft kisses to your forehead. You couldnt help the smile that spread across your face. He pulls away and ruffles your hair before opening the bag and pulling out various items, a box of your favorite tea, 3 small potion vials, a bottle of pain reliever, a small box of chocolate, cough drops, tissues, and a packaged bowl of soup. First he picks up the vials, “these wont taste great, but they should help with your just about everything, i just brought muggle cough drops and pain reliever for backup” he says softly. One by one, he uncorks the vials and hands them to you, laughing as you shudder at the taste but rubbing your back for support. Once you were done with each, you could feel your aches and pains melting away. He throws away the vials in your bedside trashcan and turns back to you. “Are you hungry?”

You shake your head, you havent gotten your appetite back yet, so he places the chocolate and soup back in the bag, he takes the rest of his supplies and places them on the nightstand.

“What about your classes george?” you ask, his smile widens

“Im not going to any of them, im staying here with you the whole day” he responds, sounding insistent.

“Youll get sick if you stay in here with me!” you argue, not wanting to get your beautiful boy sick. You had only seen him sick once and he dramatically acted as if he was dying.

“Who cares? We’ll be sick together then” he reassures you. And that was good enough for you.

You reach out your arms to him, and he smiles warmly as he gets under the covers with you and scoops you up in his arms. He wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back gently.

“Get some rest love, im not going anywhere” he whispers softly, placing more kisses against your forehead. Eventually you succumb to your tiredness, falling into a deep sleep within his arms. When you wake back up coughing, hes snoring next to you. Only a few hours had passed, and your body had started to ache again. But that didnt matter to you yet, you were still caught up in a rough coughing attack. George wakes up after a moment, sitting up next to you and rubbing your back as he helped you up into a sitting position. “Shh, shhh its okay” he whispers in a groggy voice. He quickly reaches to the nightstand to grab your water bottle, holding it up to your face for you take drink. You happily accept his offer and take a few sips. Once you had calmed down, he pulls you into his lap facing him, allowing you to bury your face in the crook of his neck as he rocked you back and forth, gently running his fingers through your hair. You wanted to stay like this forever, the feeling of him kissing your cheek and doing everything in his power to comfort you felt amazing. He truly cared for you so much, he treated you so delicately with such intense love. “Gimme a kiss” he murmurs.

“Youll get sick!” You protest, but you still pull away to face him. He smirks and leans in the press kisses all over your face, finally landing on your lips, delivering a long sweet kiss as you giggle. Over the next few hours he made sure you had everything you needed, and when classes finally ended for the day, he stayed despite hermione and ginny returning to the dorm to drop off their schoolbags. You were starting to feel a bit better now, and restless. So he helped you up and brought you out the common room along with ginny and hermione so you could socialize a bit. He kept you on his lap the entire time, leaning his head on you shoulder with his arms around your waist, handing you new cough drops from his pocket everytime the one you had completely dissolved. Eventually you unintentionally fell asleep against him, and he carried you back to your dorm and placed you in bed. He made sure to get permission from hermione and ginny to stay the night with you, and thats just what he did. The next day, you felt moderately better, but he kept you in bed anyways, just in case.

And just like you'd warned him, a few days later he got sick. And he totally acted like a drama queen about it. But at least you could return the favor, taking care of him.

[harukyuu2]

Hi, first time asking, could I ask for the headcanons of childhood friends but for Suo Hayato, Kyotaro Sugishita and togame jo?

if you can't do it that's okay. have a great week!!

!! - Hi anonnn hope you like it since its your first time asking <3 i had an idea for Sugishita but i didnt know how to pull it out, im sorry :((

⋆·˚ ༘ ╰┈➤ ❝ Childhood Friends 2!! ❞✧.

♡ Suo Hayato, Togame Jo x reader

!! - Part 2 of this post with gn reader, Fluff, i inspired myself with the song in Suo's part, reader has the same sensei as Suo and its implied that they go to competitions <3, divorced parents on Suo's part, Togame and Reader loves fireworks and festivals

˚ ༘♡Suo Hayato - "Ma Meilleure Ennemie" ⋆｡˚

◇ In Suo's mind, youre his most appreciated enemy from his past. No matter how much you two fighted, he cherished the memory of you a lot— almost soothing his heart remembering how you punched him

A thump could be heard when you were throwed to the floor of your practice area, your opponent named "Suo Hayato"— the other student of your sensei— throwed you once again with a swift movement.

"Suo, thats not fair!" - You whined getting up slowly, his gentle movements just made you feel like he wasnt taking this seriously— even if you werent correct about it.

Suo leaves a mocking laugh - "Youre just too impulsive! You need to think of my movements too, silly. Not just avoid them"

Suo offered you a hand to help you up. No matter how many times you two fall for each other, there will always be a hand reaching out to lift the other. After all, you are each other's most cherished rival— a clean battle is everything between you two

The sensei appeared, surprising you both, and gestured with his head for you to follow him into the other room before disappearing down the hall. With a smile, you turned to Suo and grabbed his hand— every touch, every brush of your skin against his was something so important to him, a feeling that would always stay in his mind

"I think my mom is already here! But i'll see you tomorrow on that competition, right? I want a fair final fight with worthy opponent." - You say with a mocking laugh squeezing his hand

Suo grinned and nodded eagerly - "Yeah, of course. Hope you dont lose too fast to me in the competition tho, i dont want it to be boring."

Rolling your eyes at Suo's teasing, you leave the house of your Sensei to prepare for tomorrow's competition, Suo was eager for it to come but in the end, you didnt show up. Not to the competition, or to the lessons again— leaving him being the only student of your Sensei. Investigating a little, he discovered that your parents broke up and the same day you leaved the practice, your mother took you with her to another city, leaving only your father in this town.

The competition for Suo...Was boring without you to say the least, his most precious opponent wasnt there to make it exciting.

"Sakuraa...you should stop eating bread during patrols, what if an enemy takes you by surprise? It would be embarassing!" - Suo teases Sakura while doing the usual patrol as always, it has become a routine for him.

While Nirei held back Sakura from fighting Suo, a harsh thump followed by a loud 'WHORE!!' from a man caught the attention of the three boys, who quickly ran toward the source of the chaos. By the time they arrived, the scene had already been dealt with by a certain person Suo could recognize. His eyes widened when their gazes met— hoping his suspicions were right. Was that his beloved enemy, right? still as strong as they were years ago?

Your eyes widened finding a certain eyepatched boy familiar, suddenly feeling shocked and embarassed of your messy appeareance in front of him— years passed and this is his first impression! - "Hayato...?" - You called him by his first name to confirm your theory, and the surprise on his face told you everything.

You couldnt help but let a warm smile slip at the sight of him again after so many years. Finding him was your first mission since returning to town— if it werent for these annoying guys getting in the way. Oh, speaking of them— one of them managed to get up from the floor, ready to strike you. But before he could, Suo was quicker. In a swift motion, he grabbed you by the waist, spinning you around just as he landed a clean smack on the other guy's nose— without even bothering to look. His gaze was fixed entirely on you, clearly enjoying your confusion.

"Ah, dear...you forgot already that the sensei taught us to not get distracted during fights? How you plan to win if you dont focus, silly?" - Suo teases you like he always did as kids, almost like if years hasnt passed. The teasing felt different than when you two were younger. Back then, it was all playful jabs and harmless rivalry. But now? Now he had his hand firmly on your waist, his grip warm and steady, and instead of just words, he gave your nose a small poke— his touch lingering just enough to make your heartbeat stutter for a second, a second he enjoyed a lot.

"Hah!? And look who is talking! You're letting that guy escape!" - You say with a huff crossing your arms, no matter how many years had passed— Suo is just as teasing as always and you keep responding to him.

As the guy that got beated by you and Suo tried to run away, you started to try getting out of Suo's grip on your waist, but he was way too calm - "Who said i was letting him run away?" - Suo says as Sakura started running the guy— followed of a curious blonde boy, leaving you two alone

Suddenly, your heart beats faster, the only sound around you two being the distant hum of the town outside the valley. Suo's eyes study you intently, the weight of his gaze pressing into you— this time more intense. He lets out a small laugh before taking your hand in his. His fingers move carefully over your bruised knuckles, tracing the marks left behind from the fight. But unlike his usual teasing smirk, his smile now is softer, a warm sight only for you.

"Its been a while, but i see your fighting style hasnt changed, what if you tell me what you had been doing these years? Hm?"

"Oh? Sure, for now i had been looking for you! But what about you Suo? How you ended up on Furin...?" - You ask raising an eyebrow keeping a smile, such an unpredictable boy he is doing these things...you prefer hearing of his life before yours.

"You’ve been looking for me? Then, I guess I should be careful! You never showed up to that competition— who knows if you're planning to win against me now…" - Suo says teasingly, but there's a pang of nostalgia that makes you feel guilty. Back then, you were rivals, always pushing each other to the limit. Yet, despite the competition, you had worried about him more than you ever admitted.

Hugging Suo by the neck, you sigh deciding to sweetly murmur into his ear an apology you own him for never showing up at the competition - "Im sorry...i'll compensate it on one of these days! What if i buy you your favourite tea? you still drink tea, right?"

Suo blinked in amusement before his arms wrapped around you just as quickly, his grip firm yet familiar. He wasn't mad that he never got to defeat you—no, that part never really mattered. What did were the years were you two were apart from each other because of your sudden relocation, but it wasnt your fault. He knew that.

And that's why, even after all this time, he had always waited patiently, with open arms, ready to welcome you back the moment you returned.

"I know— dont worry about it, dear. Lets just leave it as a tie, after all enemies shouldnt be this close, right? But i wont reject your offer of a tea either!"

˚ ༘♡Togame Jo - "Lighting more than the sky" ⋆｡˚

♡ Togame admits he isnt the most social person in the town, so the fact you decided to invade his personal space and be his guiding light during a lot of time is something he cherishes a lot.

"Togameeee! Be quick! We have to buy them before our parents come for us!" - You drawl, looking for the shop of fireworks between the crowded festival

"Im coming, im coming...no need to rush! Its a festival, they arent gonna run out of them" A younger Togame sighs following you

Togame wasnt sure when exactly he met you, but from the moment your paths first crossed, you never really left his side. And honestly? He didnt mind. You two shared a love for festivals— big or small, if the town was celebrating, you two were there, weaving through the crowds, eyes gleaming with excitement. And, of course, with every festival came the tradition of lighting up a firework together!

But this time, you were even more excited than usual! For the first time, your parents had finally let you go alone with Togame. No supervision, no nagging adults hovering over your shoulder— just the two of you, trusted to be responsible despite your young age. The festival would continue tomorrow, but for you, tonight already felt special.

With that being said, you two managed to buy a small firework between the money of both, deciding to turn it on in a secluded area to not annoy the people around. As you enjoyed seeing the firework raise to the sky, the small Togame prefered to see your reaction— always amused at the warm feeling spreading in his chest when your eyes lighted up. No matter how many times you two do this, he always enjoys this tradition.

"Let's buy a big one tomorrow! I'm sure if any of our parents asks for us, they'll actually get it for us!" - Togame talks softly yet excitedly, giving you a smile even if youre too focused on the firework, just knowing he is going to see you again tomorrow is enough for him to be happy.

"Mhm, yeah sure. My parents said we were gonna be busy tomorrow but i'll convice them!" - You respond even if your gaze just landed in him for a small moment, the lights in the sky stealing all your attention.

Togame felt weird with your response, not sure why— but he still trusted you, you always appeared anyways. After your parents came to take you home, Togame purchased (better said, his parents did after he begged for it) a big firework you loved! He was already picturing your amused, joyful expression for tomorrow. He liked so much the little changes it could have when you liked one firework more than others.

But as he waited and waited, you didnt show up the next day, he waited for more than two hours and yet you didnt show up. Maybe your parents were busy? He went to look for you to your house, not only that day, but the whole week hoping to see you come out when he ringed the bell. You werent here anymore.

Fireworks werent as precious and exciting as they were with you.

A week or so has happen since the fight against Furin, Shishitoren is slowly rebuilding itself just as Togame with his soul, becoming again what he was before losing himself in the path of protecting Choji. Deciding to cut his hair, he's slowly rebuilding the trust with the other guys in the group even if they seemed fine, forgiving him even.

It was night time, and the streets were pretty crowded since lots of bars had opened with discounts for the festival day, making Shishitoren hang around to challenge the strength of weird guys. As always, Togame was following the now enthusiastic Choji around—how he enjoyed the small things for once after such a long time had passed since then. Togame was more than grateful to Umemiya.

"Kame-Chaaannn, hurry up! i wanna try those caramel apples from that bar around the corner!" - Choji said running through the crowded street, Togame felt a pang of nostalgia— it seems the people he loved always told him to hurry up.

"Chooji! Slow down a moment, were pretty close anyways." - Togame drawled, following with a sigh the hyperactive boy he admired. As they were about to find the caramel apples Choji wanted, a loud sound that turned into a firework in the sky caught their attention— it was pretty dangerous if someone was lighting fireworks in what seemed to be the park! There were lots of people there, and even if it wasnt their problem, curiosity appeared, making them decide to see what was happening— if it wasnt for the caramel apples!

Choji trusted that Togame was going to be fine looking for it alone, even if he was dying to go too. So, he decided to let him go while he bought the caramel apples (Even if usually the situation would be the other way) and they would find each other where that mysterious firework had been set off. As togame grown closer to the park, he found himself drawn into a secluded area of it— perfect to lighten fireworks without being caught, he has experience from his childhood after all.

Togame noticed a figure crouched down, looking at an unlit firework that appeared brand new. It felt weirdly familiar. - "Fireworks feel so boring compared to years ago..." - the figure murmured with a sigh while Togame's eyes widened— could it be... you?

He hesitated to go closer, just standing there weirded out by the situation— were you really back here again? He wasnt good on processing things quickly, especially the stupid ones...he leaved a small laugh at himself, a pang on his chest telling him it was you— what other girl would be obsessed with fireworks from this town after years? "Lighting up fireworks in a park where people are around without a permission is illegal from what i know...should i arrest you, miss?" - He playfully talked even if he kept a gentle smile hoping to find a familiar face when you turn around

Togame noticed the person go stiff for a moment— he felt his heart skip a beat thinking he got confused and it was a totally random person. Just as he was about to apology thinking he got confused, when the person finally turned around he finded the same beautiful gaze he saw almost everyday in the past, his ears catching the small murmur you leaved - "Togame...?"

Togame decided to confirm your suspicions with a nod, both of you feeling a whirlwind of emotions at once, expressed through the light of your connected gazes. You two had missed each other so much that words werent even necessary— your eyes said it all, even the guilt you felt for leaving without a word in the past.

What he never expected was to see you extend your arm with a shaky breath, calling his name almost like a whine. In any other situation, he would have laughed at you— and he wanted to do that now! But this wasnt the moment.

Thats why he simply got closer and patted your head with that gentle smile of his, as always.

When you stood up and started frantically explaining to Togame why you left— apologizing more than you should for something you couldnt control— and how fireworks didnt feel the same without him, he just nodded. Since childhood, he would always nod with a gentle smile to whatever you had to say because he felt the same way as you. He never judged you for leaving suddenly, anyway.

His shoulders werent tense anymore, but his playful attitude hidded behind that smile of his was still there. - "Well, i guess i can make an exception for now...just dont light fireworks without me" As you nodded a lot still not believing you were able to find Togame so easily, he ruffled your hair. You two were excited to see each other again even if he was more relaxed than you— or atleast pretended to be.

The calm moment between you two gave the opportunity for a hug to pass— a hug that spoke volumes between you. After separating, you finally got ready to light a firework together after years. But just as you were about to turn it on, an excited voice interrupted the moment even if it wasnt on a bad way.

"Kame-chan! i got the caramel apples! Oh— who is your new friend??" - Choji asked curiously and surprised to see Togame with a girl, he was away just a moment and he met someone already? Togame turned pretty calmly, giving you the hint it was someone familiar for him. - "Ah, Choji. Let me introduce you to someone new!"

[alittlegiraffe]

Hiii i was wondering if i could request an eminem x reader, where reader is a popstar in the 90s-00s and her and em date secretly off and on between 99-02 and have a crazy connection but break up until the 2010s after marshall gets sober because they just couldnt get over eachother??? (Sorry if thats confusing or complex lol)

A/N: I really couldn't think of a way to add in her being a pop star without making it weird. Hope this is close enough.

Title: Still You

You never expected to hear from him again.

It had been years—years of moving on, of pretending you were fine, of forcing yourself to believe that some things just weren’t meant to be.

But then, out of nowhere, your phone rang.

And it was him.

You stared at the name on the screen, your heart hammering in your chest. Part of you thought about letting it go to voicemail, but your hands had a mind of their own, answering before you could stop yourself.

"...Hello?"

A Marshall Mathers x Reader Fanfiction

A beat of silence. Then, his voice—lower, rougher than you remembered, but still him.

"Hey."

You swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the counter. "Marshall?"

"Yeah." A breath, like he was trying to figure out what to say. "Uh… I know this is outta nowhere. I just—I needed to tell you somethin’."

You braced yourself. "Okay."

He exhaled, and when he spoke again, his voice was softer. "I got sober."

Your heart clenched.

You had dreamt of hearing those words—had begged for them back then, when you were still by his side, still trying to pull him out of the darkness he refused to see.

But he hadn’t been ready. And it had broken you.

"...Wow," you whispered, your throat tight. "Marshall, that’s—God, that’s amazing."

He let out a quiet laugh, almost disbelieving. "Yeah. Took me long enough."

You shook your head, even though he couldn’t see it. "No. You did it when you were ready. And I’m—" Your voice wavered. "I’m so damn proud of you."

Silence stretched between you, heavy with everything unspoken.

Finally, he cleared his throat. "I don’t expect anything from this call," he admitted. "I just… I needed to tell you. ‘Cause losing you? That was my rock bottom. And I just—" He hesitated. "Thank you."

You pressed a hand to your chest, trying to steady your breathing.

You had spent so long wondering if he had ever thought about you, if he had ever missed you the way you missed him.

And now, here he was, saying the words you had ached to hear.

"Marshall," you murmured, voice thick with emotion. "I never—" You paused, swallowing hard before trying again. "I never stopped loving you."

His breath hitched.

Your eyes burned with unshed tears. "I missed you every day. I still do."

The silence that followed wasn’t heavy this time. It was hopeful.

Like maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t the end of your story.

Maybe it never had to be.

Neither of you spoke for a long moment.

Marshall was still on the other end of the line, you could hear his breathing—uneven, like your words had knocked the air out of him.

You hadn’t meant to say it.

You weren’t supposed to say it.

But it had been there for years, locked away behind pride and heartbreak, and the second he called, the second you heard his voice, it all cracked wide open.

"You still—" He stopped, cleared his throat. "You still miss me?"

You closed your eyes. "Every day, Marshall."

Another silence. But this one felt different—charged, thick with something unsaid.

Finally, he let out a soft, disbelieving laugh. "Shit… I dunno what to say to that."

You smiled, shaking your head. "You don’t have to say anything."

He exhaled sharply. "Nah, I do. ‘Cause I miss you, too. Always did. Even when I tried to pretend I didn’t."

You leaned against the counter, gripping your phone tighter. "Then why didn’t you ever call before?"

He sighed. "Didn’t think I had the right to." A pause. "I fucked it up. I hurt you. And I knew if I ever wanted to fix shit, I had to fix me first."

Your heart twisted.

The man you had walked away from was stubborn, reckless—too lost in his addiction to see what he was destroying. But this? This was different.

This was growth.

This was him finally seeing himself the way you had always seen him.

"Are you happy?" you asked quietly.

Marshall hesitated. "Gettin’ there," he admitted. "S’not easy. Some days are harder than others. But I feel… clearer. More like myself than I have in years."

A warmth spread through your chest. "That’s all I ever wanted for you."

"I know," he murmured. "And I was too fucked up to see it."

Another silence. Another shift in the air.

Finally, he spoke again, voice careful. "Do you think… we could see each other?"

Your breath hitched.

You should’ve been scared. Should’ve hesitated.

But you didn’t.

"Yeah," you whispered. "I’d like that."

And for the first time in years, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

Right back where you started.

Right back where you belonged.

---

You hadn’t let yourself think about that night in a long time.

It was easier to bury it, to pretend that the final fight—the one that ended it all—was just another moment lost in the wreckage of what you and Marshall used to be.

But after hearing his voice again, after agreeing to see him, it all came rushing back like a wound torn open.

It had started like so many fights before—words sharp enough to cut, his eyes glassy, his hands twitching as he paced the living room.

"Why the fuck do you always have to start shit?" he had snapped, running a hand over his face.

You had laughed, but there was no humor in it. "I’m not starting shit, Marshall. I’m begging you to wake the fuck up."

He rolled his eyes, turning away from you, muttering something under his breath.

"Don’t do that," you had hissed. "Don’t act like I’m the problem when you’re the one getting high out of your mind every night."

He scoffed. "Oh, right. Because you never fucked up, huh? You’re so fucking perfect."

"This isn’t about me!" You had thrown your hands up, frustration boiling over. "This is about you being too fucking blind to see what you’re doing to yourself—to us."

"Jesus Christ, here we go again," he had muttered.

That’s when you lost it.

"You know what? Yeah, here we go again, Marshall! The same fucking cycle, the same excuses, the same bullshit. You promise you’ll get better, and I believe you, and then you turn around and prove me wrong every single time."

He had glared at you, jaw clenched, breathing heavy. "If I’m so fucking hopeless, why are you still here?"

And that’s when you knew.

Because the truth was, you had already been gone for a long time.

Your body was still in that house, your heart still trying to hold on, but the person you were—the person who had once believed he would fight for you, for himself—she had left months ago.

You had swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing your voice to stay steady. "I don’t know," you had admitted.

That had stopped him in his tracks.

His expression had changed—not angry, not defensive. Just… lost.

You had seen the flicker of something behind his eyes, something real, something terrified.

But it was too late.

"I can’t do this anymore," you had whispered. "I love you, Marshall. But I can’t watch you destroy yourself."

His hands had curled into fists at his sides. "So that’s it?" His voice had cracked. "That’s it?"

And maybe, if he had said something else—anything else—you would’ve stayed.

But he hadn’t.

He had just stared at you, letting the silence fill the space between you, his pride swallowing the words he was too afraid to say.

So you had turned around, grabbed your bag, and walked out the door.

And he had let you.

Now, sitting on your couch, your phone still clutched in your hands, you let out a shaky breath.

He had let you walk away back then.

But tonight?

Tonight, he was the one who reached out.

And maybe—just maybe—this time, neither of you would let go.

[bnhaficsforthesoul]

Heya!! Could I please ask for hc with Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki and Dabi (if you cant do that many feel free to cut any one of them) and meeting their s/o's parents for the first time? How do you think the encounter would go? (Ps I'm so glad your requests are open but dont overwork!! Take care of yourself and stay hydrated or I WILL make you òwó) 💓

Bakugou

he does NOT want to do this.

he genuinely pushed this off as much as he physically could. like youve probably been together for like a year already, you met his parents, he secretly thinks youre 'the one' or whatever, but hes scared to meet your parents

he doesnt want to deal with trying to put up a nice attitude for them, but he also doesnt want them to think hes a dick or mistreats you because they might convince you to leave him

however, this meeting comes without his consent, as you two are out in town and you bump into your parents at a store. They see you before you do them, so you couldn't even warn him before your parents were coming over to you, very openly eyeing Bakugou

they knew what he looked like, they had bugged you for details multiple times, so they knew who he was right away

Katsu immediately felt himself getting a little sweaty under his clothes, he couldnt help he was naturally sweaty already and now hes overthinking every posibility in his head

Luckily, you talk about him like hes the sweetest most perfect person on earth, and so your parents don't really have anything negative to say or act on

They just go "Oh, Bakugou, right? It's so nice to finally meet you!"

He tries to be as polite as he can, he tries to smile nicely (even though he makes such an ugly face when he forces a smile), and luckily they are on their way again soon

He literally sighs in relief once theyre out of sight and you laugh at him, asking if hes doing alright after meeting your 'oh so scary' parents

he is not amused

Kirishima

Honestly he probably was excited to meet them, and probably asked you if you could introduce him fairly early in the relationship

Not too early, but like once he was sure this was a serious relationship and that he really loved you, he wanted to do things 'the right way' (as hed heard)

So you tell your parents about your boyfriend who things are going great with, and how he really wants to meet them, so they invite him over for dinner

He wasn't stressed about it until it came time to get ready to go, then suddenly he's overthinking everything and doesn't know what to wear, what if he smells, what if he says something dumb

Hes ready to go find a suit to wear before you tell him its not that formal

You also assure him that people love him naturally, as long as he stays calm everything will go fine

and as expected it does, your parents love him. He is definitely a little awkward and a bit too polite towards them, but your parents take it as a good thing

once he relaxes though it really does go great, your parents adore him and 100% accept him as your boyfriend

afterwards he acts like he wasn't overreacting the entire time

Kaminari

also nervous as hell to meet your parents

he would never ask to do so, but he wouldn't tell you no if you asked him if hed be okay meeting them

if its important to you, its important to him

your parents had recently brought up that you should bring over your boyfriend whenever youre both free, and you told them that youd let him know and figure something out

and this time came when a school dance came around, obviously Denki was your perfect date. Even though most everyone got ready at the school, your parents lived near by and you realized that you had a better pair of shoes to match with your outfit there, so figured you could stop by real quick and brought denki

he originally was just going to wait in the car, but once your parents found out he was out there they started screaming for pictures

hes kinda awkward in them, because how does one pose cutely with their s/o in front of their parents. He feels wrong for even touching you for some reason

some pictures he kinda looks like he was electrocuted in, with a goofy smile and a thumbs up

but some of the pictures came out really good and he was happy that your parents forced you two to take them

it also helped that the pictures became the main focus of this meeting rather than getting to know him, he got to do the basic introductions and leave

he knew that next time he saw them hed probably be asked more questions, but he felt more comfortable having already seen what theyre like

plus he got cute pics

Dabi

adamantly refuses to meet them

genuinely hed have to be insanely in love with you to even consider it

he knows full well that even based on appearance alone no parent wants to see their kid with someone like him, and he simply doesn't care enough to try and be nice to some rando just because youre related to them. He likes you, thats it

Hed be more likely to 'meet' your parents if they were awful. Because if theyre nice, then he wonders how you ended up with someone like him in the first place. But if theyre awful, he would totally get rid of them for you if you want

plus after years of holding onto his hatred for his own parents, its hard for him to conceptualize parents that dont suck

so unless he's going to kill your parents, and by some stroke of luck you do actually have great parents, hes not meeting them unless its by accident

and he will not stay and chat with them either, only if your parents are incredibly important to you then he'll make sure to tell them that he knows he doesnt look it, but he loves their kid and he'll do anything for them. but thats it

and his face is everywhere, hes a villain, so even if theyre okay with the idea of you dating a villain he reminds them to not say anything that would jeopardize your safety