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wikiangela-fanfics · 3 years

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"You should smile more" - sambucky

I’m a sucker for Bucky’s smile so obviously I had to project that onto Sam and write a fic - I use the word ‘smile’ waaaaaay too much in this fic, but whatever

This is my first ever marvel fic, so sorry if it's too ooc but I actually kinda like this one hah

Big thank you to @tasteslikestrawbebbies for beta-reading ♥♥♥

Here it is on Ao3

part 2, part 3

Enjoy ♥

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One of the things that really struck him was that he kinda loved Bucky’s smile. Once he saw that real, genuine, happy smile on Bucky’s face… all he wanted to do was to make him smile again and again. Which was a crazy thought. Insane. He should not be thinking that, and he tried not to. But then Bucky would smile again, and Sam would melt.

His smile was… really nice. And beautiful. And it was impossible not to smile as well when you saw it. He seemed so relaxed and at peace… Sam has never seen him like that before, but he definitely liked it. He knew there was still work to do, and they would have to get to that sooner or later, but for now, he really enjoyed just hanging out with Bucky, fixing the boat together, talking, which apparently they did now, another surprising thing. Bucky opened up to him, and that meant he trusted him, not only in battle. This made Sam almost giddy.

He wasn’t ready to say goodbye. He knew they would see each other soon, but he selfishly wanted Bucky to stay, to keep him company… to smile at him. God, he was gone on that fucking smile.

He almost considered making up something else that needed repairing that Buck could help him with, but that would require actually having something to do… and he was not about to break something on purpose. Not that that hasn’t crossed his mind… but he wasn’t that far gone. Or that desperate. At least yet.

He convinced himself that he was fine, that not seeing Bucky for a while wasn’t a big deal. Because it shouldn’t be. They had barely talked before Walker was given the shield. And it was fine. It would be fine now, too.

But then, as Bucky was about to leave, the words just slipped out of his mouth.

“You know, you could stay for a while. If you want.” he wasn’t looking at Bucky, his eyes focused on the trees they were passing.

Bucky was quiet for a moment and Sam was afraid he fucked up their relationship, which has improved significantly over the past few days.

“Uh, I’d really like to.” Bucky started. “I would, but I think I need to go. In New York there’s someone who really needs closure, and I’ve been putting it off long enough.” he sighed, and that’s when Sam looked at him again. He seemed nervous and Sam understood.

“Of course.” he smiled. “But, you know, you’re always welcome here, man.” he added.

“Thanks.” Bucky smiled, and Sam’s heart fluttered. Damn, this could not be happening. “I guess I’ll see you- What?” he stopped mid-sentence to look at Sam in confusion.

“What ‘what’?” Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?” Sam felt his face heat up and looked away. He kept his cool since Bucky showed up, and now he’s getting caught at whatever his face was doing while he was admiring Bucky’s gorgeous smile? He was pretty sure he was smiling, but what else could be visible in his expression, he had no idea. He was fucked.

“I don’t know, but it’s weird.” Bucky was frowning, his tone slow and confused.

“Bad weird?” Sam couldn’t help but ask, looking back at Bucky, who just shrugged.

“Just different. What’s up?” he asked, not wanting to let go. And of course Bucky, the expert of staring and observing, noticed the difference in Sam’s expression. Of course.

“Nothing, it’s stupid.” Sam laughed, feeling more than ridiculous.

“Now you gotta tell me.” Bucky nudged his arm. “What was that look about?”

“I was just thinking. Forget it.” he shook his head, he tried to brush it off, but he knew it was pointless. One more smile from Bucky, and he was going to melt into a puddle.

“Okay, well, I’m not gonna push.” he lifted both hands in defeat, but he was smiling. Whatever he saw in Sam’s face, had to be positive. Of course it was, he had been thinking about Bucky’s smile. “I’ll get it out of you another time.” he winked, starting to walk again, and Sam wasn’t sure when they stopped walking. “Call me when you have a lead.” he repeated his previous words, clapped Sam on the shoulder, and was about to walk away.

“You should smile more.” Sam said before he even realized he had opened his mouth. How was it that suddenly he couldn’t think around Bucky?

“What?” Bucky turned around, Sam was staring at him, probably looking as surprised as Bucky. But he said it, so there was no backing away now.

“I mean, that’s what I was thinking about.” he swallowed hard. “It’s a good look on you. When you smile.” he said, trying to sound as confident as he could. Slowly, another one of those amazing smiles showed up on Bucky’s face.

“Wow, I did not expect that.” he said, his expression smug.

“Shut up.” Sam rolled his eyes, forcing himself not to smile back.

“You thinking about my smile often?” Bucky then asked, because of course he had to tease Sam about it now.

“I haven’t seen you really smile until, like, yesterday, so no.” Sam answered and thought, damn, where is this conversation going and how did we get here. “And I’m just saying,” oh God, he so needs to shut up already, but his mouth is still moving and the words are pouring out despite his efforts to stop it. “I wouldn’t mind if you did that more often.”

Bucky chuckled, and boy was that a nice sound, and looked down for a second. Seemed like someone was shy about getting complimented. Alright, Sam got it, Bucky probably hasn’t been complimented at all for the past seventy years. But Sam also kinda liked making him blush - because that’s what was happening, Bucky’s cheeks were starting to get pink, and now Sam couldn’t contain his smile.

“That’s, uh, nice.” Bucky said, looking back at Sam. “I just feel really good here, you know?” he confessed. So now they were seriously going to start talking, huh? Sam couldn’t say he was complaining.

“So you gonna come back?” the question was out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Again. Damn, what was happening to him?

“I haven’t even left yet, Sam. Relax.” Bucky chuckled again, his beautiful, teeth-baring smile not disappearing from his face. Then he sighed. “I promise, once we deal with Karli, I’m gonna visit again and I’ll stay so long you’re gonna beg me to leave.” he added, teasingly. Sam just involuntarily smiled.

“Imma remember that. You better keep your promises.” he said, finger pointed at Bucky to accentuate his words.

“Always do. But now I really gotta go if I wanna catch my flight.” Bucky added, almost apologetically.

“Right.” Sam wanted him to stay, but he already said that, and he wasn’t about to beg. He wasn’t that desperate. And he knew Bucky had to go, he had things to do, people to see, he had to do the work and get better, and it seemed like he was really going to. “Uh, answer my calls and texts this time, will you?” he tried to sound casual and exasperated, but the longing and a bit of hope was audible even to him.

“You plan on contacting me a lot?” Bucky raised his eyebrow.

“Maybe.” Sam was suddenly all too aware of the distance between them. He would have to take two, maybe three steps, to get to Bucky and… and what? He wasn’t sure. “Are you gonna answer?” he asked again, taking a step towards Bucky. What was he doing?

“Of course.” Bucky answered. Sam must’ve looked surprised, because Bucky snickered. “How else will I know that you have a lead?”

“You’re an ass.” Sam rolled his eyes, his cheeks heating up. And here he was hoping they would actually start talking on a regular basis… not that he wanted that. Definitely not. Why would he?

“But if you call me without a lead, I might not hang up on you.” Bucky said, a bit reluctantly, a teasing smirk still on his face. “Depends on my mood.”

“You can call me, too. If you ever wanna talk. No matter what time it is.” Sam took another step, while Bucky watched him curiously.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“And, uh, thanks. For all the help, you know.” Sam shrugged. There was still a small distance between them, and he was contemplating crossing it and hugging Bucky.

“Of course.” he said, as if him helping Sam was the most natural and obvious thing in the world. “Anytime. But now I really have to-” he didn’t finish his sentence, because Sam took the final step. But instead of hugging Bucky, he pressed his lips against Bucky’s.

It was a split second, rash decision, he did not intend to do it. At all. It was either letting Bucky go and dreaming about that smile and longing for him for the next indefinite period of time until he saw him again… or kissing Bucky and possibly changing their whole dynamic, risking rejection and making things weird again, possibly weirder than ever.

But Bucky immediately kissed him back, as if he was expecting it. And Sam could feel him smiling, which only added to the fluttering feeling in his stomach.

At first, it was chaste, just lips against lips, but that lasted a whole two seconds before Bucky opened his mouth, deepening it. He dropped his bag, his metal hand finding its way to Sam’s hip, while the flesh one cupped Sam’s cheek. Sam’s hands were in Bucky’s hair, running his fingers through it, and trying to bring him even closer. Honestly, Sam wanted to stay in that moment forever. Bucky’s lips not only looked good and irresistible - the man was an amazing kisser. Sam wanted more. He needed more. And one of his hands started trailing down Bucky’s arm to the hem of his shirt, but then… Bucky broke the kiss.

“You really want me to miss my flight, huh?” he asked, his forehead pressed against Sam’s. He was smiling, and both their breaths were quickened.

“I told you, you could stay.” Sam said, not able to contain a smile either. “We could… uh, have some fun, if you stayed.” he added, his tone deliberately suggestive. He decided to stop being tentative about his feelings. They just made out, he was aroused, and he was pretty sure Bucky was too. He desperately wanted him closer, wanted their bodies pressed together. Preferably undressed. Oh fuck, when did he go from Bucky has a beautiful smile to I wanna fuck him ? This was happening fast. Or maybe those thoughts were always there, lurking, as he tried to convince himself he’s not attracted to the guy. Maybe.

“I would love to.” Bucky said, sighing, and his breath hit Sam’s mouth, making him shiver. He wanted those lips on his again. But Bucky pulled away, hands still on Sam, but now his piercing blue eyes were staring at him again. This time, Sam didn’t mind. The staring stopped bothering him a while ago.

“But?” Sam tried to keep disappointment out of his voice.

“But, before this,” he waved his flesh hand between them. “Develops any further, I need to deal with some stuff.” he said, and Sam felt his heart swell. First of all, Bucky seemed so sure that this thing between them would turn into something, so Sam didn’t have to worry about what the kiss meant, they were both on the same page. And second of all, Bucky actually wanted to work on himself first before getting into a relationship. Which filled Sam with pride. He knew that it wouldn’t be a problem for them - he knew a lot about Bucky and his trauma, and he would love to help, in any way he could. But if Bucky thought it was something he needed to do by himself, and was actually willing to do the work, that was amazing.

“Okay.” Sam said, smiling fondly. “Just, you know, not all the stuff, yeah? I’m not gonna wait for an eternity.” his tone was jocular, but he needed Buck to know that he was in, despite all his shit. He hoped his message was at least a bit clear.

“Yeah.” Bucky smiled, leaning in for another kiss, this time brief, leaving Sam chasing after him as he was pulling away. “I’ll see you soon.” he added, finally picking up his bag and starting to walk away. Again.

“You better answer your phone or you’ll see me sooner than you think.” Sam yelled after him. Bucky turned around to shoot him one of his genuine, amused grins that made Sam’s knees weak, and made it impossible not to smile back.

Yeah, he definitely loved Bucky’s smile. And he already couldn’t wait to see it again.

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tooruluv · 4 years

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Tooru Oikawa x F!Reader ( part 7 )

❝ my love for him is much like winter, a skeleton for the world to see. too bad he never liked the cold. ❞

description: being the neighbor and lifelong best friend of tooru oikawa definitely had it’s perks. you were never an outcast, always had a seat at lunch, got into volleyball games for free. the problem was, however, that being in love with him outweighed those perks. you would never tell him that, though, even if it hurt like hell.

genre: best friends to lovers, angst, unrequited love, fluff if you squint hard enough

word count: 2,184

warnings/notes: um.. haha?

tag list: @afuckingunicornn @maii-flowers @clandestinerays @brownandchill @readeretal @wedojustbevibin @shigarakiskitten @shittykawaa @saeranoppa @srirachibi @tpwkatsumu @sempiternal-amour @bokutos-h0e @pinknugget @intheawks

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“Oh.”

You couldn’t look at her. How could you? You felt her eyes stare into your head, but you focused all of your attention onto your hands as though they would help you escape the most awkward conversation you’ve ever had.

“You’re in love with Tooru.” Sana said, as a statement rather than question. You didn’t move, frozen. “Oh my god, and I’ve been a total bitch! I asked you on a double date… oh! Oh no, I totally just said he doesn’t like you back…”

“You’re not wrong.” You let out a small (and very emotionless) chuckle. You finally looked up at her.

“Seriously I cannot believe you are letting me be your friend when I’m dating the man you’ve been seriously in love with. What does that make me?”

“A girl who’s dating a guy who likes her back.” You told her.

The thing was, you weren’t mad at Sana. You never had an ill thought toward her. Yet, Sana was so guilty about something she (1) couldn’t control, and (2) had no idea about. You wanted to hate her, yes, but you didn’t. And Oikawa was your best friend.

“Sana, stop.” You cut her off in the middle of another rant as Sana continued about how mad she would’ve been and asking you again why you didn’t tell her about your love for the boy. “Sana! I don’t care! Truly. I told you when we first met that you had my full approval. Oikawa likes you, and I like you, and I seriously would’ve rather died than have this conversation.”

Sana gave you a look, then looked at Iwaizumi, and then back to you.

“How long have you been in love with him?”

You faked a smile. “That seems to be the question of the decade, huh?”

Tooru Oikawa showed up at your house for the first time in what seemed like forever. It was after the other two had left, and you were just lounging around (and just got off of facetime with Kuroo, which is beside the point).

“Hi.” He smiled as you swung the door open. “Please tell me that I can stay the night.”

You smiled, instantly forgetting about anything else. Because Oikawa was back to being the Oikawa you knew, and he was standing in front of you asking to stay the night.

“You can stay the night.”

You remember the very first time that Oikawa had slept in your bed with you. As kids, it never really counted, and your parents did their best to make sure the both of you slept in either separate beds or on blankets on the floor.

But, one night, Oikawa had showed up in the middle of the night. You were both still kids, basically right before puberty. He was soaking wet from rain.

“Oikawa?” You turned your head. He grew a lot that summer. “What are you doing here?”

“I hate the lightning.” He admitted, stepping in and taking his (very wet) shoes. “Can I sleep here? My brother keeps teasing me.”

“Of course! O.M.G! We can have a sleepover. I have chocolate in my room.”

He followed you up the stares, the both of you giggling and ready to stay up the entire night. You both lied, though, as you fell asleep before midnight. You woke up in his arms.

Sana was still your friend, you assumed. After she left, she never told you that she wanted time or space or anything of the sort. You figured that you’ve held your feelings down for this long and she noticed and it didn’t bother her.

It would’ve bothered you if you found out a friend was in love with your boyfriend.

Still, you were surprised when Sana linked her arm with yours at school. She still sent you her shining smile, waited for you before class, and talked nonsense.

“Sana, I’m confused.” You told her. She was grabbing her books out of her locker and you were standing beside her. She didn’t speak, so you continued. “I… I’m in love with your boyfriend. And you’re… you seem to be okay with the whole thing.”

“You’ve been in love with him for longer than I’ve known him.” Sana turned to you, the most serious you have ever witnessed from her. “Who am I to be mad about that? And I like our friendship, even if it did start with him.”

“You… you’re probably the coolest person ever. Actually.”

“I try to be.” Sana shut her locker, finally giving you a smile. “I’m not one to be jealous, but if this becomes some kind of kdrama I might have to use your weaknesses against you.”

“I can agree to that.”

You ate in the cafeteria for the first time in a long time. Iwaizumi and Matsukawa sat to the right of you at the circle tables, and Oikawa on your left. It felt normal. The only thing was, Sana was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Sana?” You asked Oikawa after a little bit, to which he shrugged.

“I don’t know. She said that she had something to do.”

You looked at Iwaizumi, as if he always had the answers you searched for, but he only gave you a confused look. Hm.

“Hey.”

“Hi.”

You and Oikawa stood in the hallway, arm’s length away and walking in opposite directions. It was after lunch and before class, the perfect time to have an awkward conversation.

“You never stopped wearing my jersey. I saw you in it last game.” He said, sending you his priceless smile.

“I plan on wearing it again tonight. If that’s okay.”

“It’s always okay.” He kept smiling, but you could see it was a little more forced than usual. “I shouldn’t have ever asked you for it.”

“If you start to apologize again, I will punch you in the face. In front of everyone here.” You told him.

His hands came out of his pockets, reaching to you. “Deal. Oh! By the way, your tie is crooked.”

You gasped, looking to your chest, only to find your tie in perfect condition.

“Make you look.”

“You child!” You laughed, smacking his arm. He laughed too, sticking his tongue out at you.

Suzuki Sana had been dating Tooru Oikawa, officially, for a month. She liked it, for the most part. He adored her, truly, and made her laugh more than ever. He also happened to be a good kisser, something she would never admit.

The only thing was, she felt way closer to you than she did with Oikawa. Not in the same ways, of course, but it was true. She wasn’t expecting to be such close friends with you so quickly.

Sana tried her best not to be jealous, or upset, about you being in love with Oikawa. But it was hard. She was a lot of things but a jealous girlfriend was not one of them. Until she watched you and Oikawa talk.

It was just a small conversation between you and him, a short one in the hallway after lunch, but it was like a spotlight shone directly on the two of you and made everyone else disappear. She could almost see the love dripping off of your face when you smiled at something he said to you. And she definitely didn’t miss the way Oikawa looked at you with stars in his eyes.

So, yeah. That’s when something changed and Sana knew what to do.

There was only one fight between Tooru Oikawa and you that resulted in multiple days of no speaking. And it was your fault. It was something stupid, but it was important.

When you were young (probably around nine or ten), you had accidentally ripped Oikawa’s permission form to go to a volleyball summer camp. It was only a couple of weeks during the summer where he would be away, and they needed to turn in the paper by mail.

Oikawa was mad at you for two full days. He yelled at you, thought that you ripped it on purpose because you didn’t want him to go. You didn’t want him to go, of course, but the rip was on accident.

He apologized on the third day. And spent the rest of the summer forcing you to play volleyball with him. By the end, you still didn’t completely understand the sport.

You have known Oikawa your entire life, your parents being best friends since their high school days. It wasn’t unusual for your parents to have dinner together and leave “the children” (you) to hang out while they’re away.

It was one of those nights, and Oikawa was trying to convince you to throw some serves for him in the backyard. You sat on the porch, next to Oikawa’s older brother, refusing to do so.

“So, I hear you have been dating someone lately.” Oikawa’s brother turned to you, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. Oikawa froze from his position, ball in hand. You didn’t notice. “Tell me the details.”

“I… I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You told him, face flushed.

“Ah! You’re so flustered right now!” He teased you. “Who is he?”

“No one. I’m not dating anyone.” You crossed your arms. You looked at Oikawa, trying to gauge his reaction. He had his back turned to you.

Oikawa’s brother noticed your focus, and you swore his grin got wider. “I see. You’re not over it.”

“Not over it.” You replied, both of you sharing a secret as old as time.

Tetsurou Kuroo had facetimed you one day after school, before one of Seijoh’s games. It was a filler game, one that didn’t count towards championships, but you were excited to go to a game when everything was back to normal.

“Hello, jersey.” He greeted through the phone. He was laying in bed, one arm under his head. You had a very thirsty thought, but you will keep that to yourself. You didn’t like Kuroo that way.

“Hello, hair.” You joked back, pointing out his hair (which was flat and on his face and not done per usual).

“Why are you still at school? The game doesn’t start for like half an hour.”

“I forgot something in my locker.” You told him, turning the corner towards your locker. “And my mom dropped me off before going to run some errands, so I’m here early.”

Kuroo talked to you for a minute about something volleyball related, and then something about something else you couldn’t remember, before you ended up at your locker.

The lockers were a bit shorter than the ceiling, so there was a space between the top of the locker. Right above yours was a blue athletic water bottle with an “O” on it. You chuckled, rolling your eyes, reaching up to grab it (using a shelf in your locker after not being able to reach).

“Hey, Kuroo, do you mind if I call you back later?”

“Yeah, cool. Talk to you later?”

You smiled at him from your camera. “I’ll probably text you during the game.”

He smiled and waved you goodbye. You clicked the end button as you twirled the full water bottle in your hand.

You walked into the gym, towards the boys who collected around the chairs by the coach. The minute you seen the back of Oikawa’s head, you knew that he wasn’t the happiest.

It was like the cheerful Oikawa from earlier had vanished.

“Hey, ‘Kawa…” you started, but before you could get any closer or say anything else, he pivoted.

His eyes met yours, and he was livid. The air was immediately tense.

“Dude can you fucking leave me alone for one minute?” Oikawa deadpanned. He was angry, his voice loud enough to cause most of the crowd to go silent to listen in. You froze in place. “Seriously, get off the court and let me play this fucking game without worrying about you. You know Sana broke up with me because of you? Did you know that? You always have to have some kind of interference for literally everything good happening in my life. Why don’t you go? Leave me be? You don’t even fucking like volleyball.”

Your heart dropped to your stomach, and your voice caught in your throat. You couldn’t move. You blinked.

“God, it’s so fucking annoying. I get it, you’re in love with me or whatever, but Jesus Christ dude find someone else to follow. ”

You swallowed. Not only did your heart shatter, but he also pointed every insecurity you had. Annoying him, being a bother… You couldn’t breathe. He knew. Of course he knew. How could he not know?

“Yeah, okay.” Your voice was small, and you were surprised that it didn’t waver. You held the waterbottle to him, hands shaking. “I was just bringing you your water bottle. You left it on top of my locker.”

You placed the water bottle on the ground next to the coach before walking out of the gym doors, and then sprinting down the hall.

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bakugou-tm · 5 years

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Oooh, these prompts seem fun, can I get 12 and 81?

w o a h look at me writing n’ shit, I hope you enjoy love

You could not believe the mess you were in.

The big, stupid, sticky, horrible mess you were in, thanks to Class 1A’s resident asshole, Bakugou Katsuki.

The two of you had been going at it ever since year one, and as much as people thought you would grow to mature by your later years, they were terribly wrong.

You couldn’t tell which made less sense, the fact that someone could be so incredibly rude and arrogant or how you could fall in love with the explosive asshole.

Everyday you cursed to yourself when you caught yourself staring at his side profile in class, or when you felt a rush of warmth spread across your cheeks every time he smirked at you.

You hated every bit of it, yet your heart always drove your mind elsewhere. You couldn’t quite pinpoint what started the love-hate relationship between the two of you, but all you knew is that you were on the bad end of the relationship because while you felt the love part, he felt the hate part.

Amongst the many fights and squabbles the two of you had shared at UA, you both came to agree that this was the worst. It all started with a simple jab at the ash blond’s ego, but you should’ve known better that a small jab would lead to something much bigger.

Push came to shove, until eventually one of the entire training rooms had been destroyed between the both of your quirks.

And now to make up for your petty yet destructive fight, you were in charge of cleaning every classroom in UA until they were spotless.

It had taken about two days to even get anywhere close to being done, but luckily the two of you had reached your final classroom with little to no talking at all.

“I’ll get the damn floors and walls, you get the desks and other shitty stuff.” Bakugou grumbled, letting the bucket of soapy water drop to the floor before getting on his hands and knees.

The two of you had a system throughout the classrooms, you would clean the desks, seats, and other small items while he got the walls, floors, and hard to access areas.

At first you couldn’t be more ecstatic with the deal made, but after cleaning over fifty classrooms, a small sense of guilt began to build up inside of you. It was clear that scrubbing the floors with a sponge with your back hunched over was bound to make anyone’s back ache for days, no matter how fit you are.

Biting your lip you set down the rag and spray bottle and looked down to the boy who was viciously scrubbing the floor.

“You should do the desks and other stuff this time Bakugou, I can handle the floors and walls.”

Bakugou’s vermillion eyes flicked up to your own, a look of confession and annoyance glossed over them.

“Like hell I’d let you do that, you’d just end up doing a shitty job and we’d have to redo the whole damn thing.”

Suddenly the feelings of guilt gnawing away at you disappeared, a scowl now replacing your features as you put your hands on your hips and narrowed your eyes to him, “Excuse me? I’ve been doing a better job than you this whole time! The only reason why your work has been somewhat helpful is because you’ve been getting out your anger on the floor because you’ve been throwing a tantrum these past few days!”

Now it was Bakugou’s turn to glare at you, his world famous snarl escaping his lips as he stood up with clenched fists, “The fuck are you talking about tantrums? Course I’m pissed off I’m stuck here all weekend with such a shitty girl like you! Unlike you I have better things to do!”

“Like what, workout then sulk in your room while the rest of the class actually socializes with each other?” You hissed out coldly as you began to wipe down the table before you, refusing to spare another glance to the boy due to his hurtful words, “I actually made plans with my friends but I had to cancel thanks to you not taking a joke.”

For once Bakugou bit his tongue, his cheeks reddening a bit out of shock of your statement before he started shuffling towards the podium to place the bucket down, “Why the hell did you even want to do the floors anyway?”

Raising an eyebrow you looked back to the ash blond to see him focusing on adding more cleaning chemicals to the bucket of water. It took you by surprise to hear him speak to you in such a calm tone, or at least his version of calm.

Deciding to kill two birds with one stone you walked over to his bucket, dipping your rag in it before beginning to wipe the board down.

“You’ve been scrubbing the floors of the past couple of classrooms, I figured we could switch it up so you aren’t sore in the morning.” You mumbled, standing on your toes so you could reach the upper edge of the board.

Bakugou simply chuckled though you paid him no glance as you focused on reaching the top of the board with your rag.

“For a second it almost sounded like you cared about me shitty girl.��

Those words had you freeze. Your heart began to beat rapidly while your brain felt like it was on the verge of exploding. After all these years of flirting with him, playing hard to get, just doing anything to get him to notice you… this is what finally got him to notice?

Gritting your teeth you didn’t even process the next words that were about to come out of your mouth, your heart did all the talking.

“Newsflash asshole! I’ve been in love with you the entire goddamn time!”

The sound of the water sloshing around in the bucket stopped, along with your arm making circular movements across the board. Everything just stopped.

How could you say something so idiotic? And at the worst time! God you had one chance, you even got yourself to agree you would confess to him on the last day of school! How could you waste this chance because you couldn’t hold your tongue?! You’ve been holding your tongue for three years, and now of all times you let this slip out?

“The fuck did you just say?” Bakugou mumbled, but his calm tone contradicted the words that escaped his lips.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you slowly turned your head to see the ash blond already staring at you with wide eyes. The usual anger was absent in his orbs, this new expression holding a curious and shocked look.

A look that terrified you.

“I..I…” You stumbled out, gripping onto the wet rag in your hand with a vice grip as you felt your cheeks flush insanely warm, “I didn’t mean it like that… I..I just meant that I didn’t want you t..to get hurt…”

The fact that you were stumbling over your words in front of him made you want to shrivel up inside, but you didn’t have time to curse yourself out before he began to walk towards you with short yet firm footsteps.

“Look I..I’m sorry Bakugou! I didn’t mean for that to come out just don’t start another fight, I seriously don’t another weekend on probatio-”

Before you could even finish nervously stuttering out your sentence the sound of his hand smashing against the board next to your head made you jump in the air which honestly had you shocked.

His eyes seemed locked onto yours, his face holding an emotion you couldn’t quite read. You couldn’t tell if he was angry at you, or if he had a really good pokerface.

All you could do in this situation was beg for forgiveness, and as much as you really didn’t want to, you knew you needed to so you could finish cleaning the classroom then go die in your dorm room.

Just as you were about to open your mouth the boy’s lips suddenly curved up into his classic smirk which sent chills down your spine as you swallowed what bit of saliva you had left in your mouth.

“You missed a spot (L/n).”

Blinking in utter confusion, you raised a nervous brow to him before he nodded to his hand behind you. Peaking back you looked to see sure enough he had your rag in his hand being held up by his hand that was dangerously close to your face.

“I..”

“I want you to kiss me”

Like a punch to the gut your head whipped around the the ash blond, those words sending shock throughout your entire body.

Did he just say?

“K..Kiss?”

“Did I fucking stutter?” Bakugou growled, his eyebrows narrowing as his vermillion gaze fell down to your soft looking lips causing a warm blush to raise to your cheeks.

Biting your lip you nervously darted your eyes anywhere but his face as he stared you down, “Well n..no you didn’t I just-”

Your rambling was once again cut off but not by his voice this time, but by his smooth lips smashing against yours causing a small squeak to come out of your mouth.

It only took a few seconds for your shocked stance to melt into his warm kiss, the feeling sending a new sort of warmth all throughout your body. Surprisingly he was an amazing kisser, a bit aggressive but you would be surprised if his kiss wasn’t.

The way his hand slid up to the curvature of your back, to him tilting his head just a bit to get better access to your mouth until he had completely taken control of the kiss.

He had you wrapped around his finger and it had only been fifteen seconds, but then again what could you expect? You were kissing the Bakugou Katsuki.

However long the two of you were going at it was a mystery, your mind going hazy with the turn the kiss had taken. The kiss could have lasted forever if it was in your favor, but eventually the ash blond pulled away, leaving just enough room for his warm breath to dance across your lips as the two of you locked stares with one another.

“That was…”

“Don’t fucking ramble again, get back to cleaning you have plans this weekend.”

The shock that overtook you at not only his words but him simply walking away from you and moving back to the floor had you speechless for a moment.

“W..What are you talking about? I told you I canceled my plans with my friends.”

Bakugou simply chuckled, one that made goosebumps run along your arm as he continued to scrub at the floor, not bothering to look back up to you.

“Fuck your shitty friends, the only place your ass is going to be all weekend is my dorm room.”

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wanna-rock-n-roll-in80s · 5 years

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Bill Skarsgård x reader nsfw imagine

No special warnings except for the usual "18+ please no minors" thing

Just a quick smut, so forgive my mistakes it's difficult to think clearly when it comes to Bill 😂

You listen to the relaxing sound of water from the bathroom, lying on the bed, finally, after long exhausting day. You stretch with pleasure and roll over on your back, then on the side and on the back again. Bathroom door opens and as soon as you hear footsteps you quietly call "Biiiiill", he peeks at you from the corridor with a little chuckle "Already coming, baby! Can't make yourself comfortable without me, can you?". "Can't settle down without my favorite blanket, actually" you answer and lightly squeeze a duvet you're lying under as a visual confirmation. Then follows another subtle chuckle and it's been a few more minutes before you continue to beckon him "Biiill so where are youu?". Lights in corridor go out and his tall figure appears in the doorway at last. "So, you say you need your blanket? Okay, I'll bring it" he grins approaching the bed. You like how mattress is pushed down under his palpable weight as he crawls closer till he gets under the duvet.

Few first times he was beware doing it, but now it's becoming a commonplace, so you feel his limbs on both sides of you as he gently lays down on your small frail body giving you a satisfying sense of his heaviness. And that awesome touch of his bare skin on yours... Bill tucks his forearms under your shoulders and nuzzles into crook of your neck and you hug him tight turning your head toward him to lovingly rub your cheek on his. Feelings overwhelm you, so you run your fingers into his still slightly wet after the shower hair, "My sweet precious boy" you whisper barely audible. "Mmmhhmmmmlvusomuchh" is his slurring reply, tickling your neck with a breath. "Uhm?" you try to catch a word softly scratching him behind his ear. To be honest you even don't need an answer, you just want this moment to long forever and ever.

Bill lifts his head a bit just to put a little peck on your lips and repeats "I so fuckin' love you, babe". He goes back and rubs his cute pointy nose against your neck, against that very spot above the collar bone. "Oh Bill, it feels soooo.... uuuhhhhmhmm" and you realize that your accidental moan probably sounds too lewd. "What's up, hon?" you meet his questioning stare and guiltily bite your thumb without reply. His raised brow is so freaking cute, geez. "This?" he rubs his nose against you once more and you try your best to stay calm but it's too late, he has caught you on that. "I thought you were going to sleep, nuh?" he keeps teasing your neck and enjoys the result, your slight uncontrolled squirms are exactly what he encourages you for. "Bill!! I was seriously going to sleep!" you slap his shoulder with a laugh but blush and can do nothing about it "for God's sake please stop it!".

"Hmm? And why should I?" the tip of his perfect nose goes on with bringing you close to the point of no return "However, c'mon, make me stop if you want!" and a sweet torturing rub suddenly turns into mind blowing nibble at THAT very spot, and after it you feel Bill's sensual lips gently sucking on your skin. "Hhss..ssss" you intake air fitfully through your clenched teeth arching your back and bucking your hips, unable to keep your body in control. "Baby" he half-hums half-whispers in your ear "if that's how you gonna make me stop..." he drags one arm out from under yours to cup your cheek and caresses it with his thumb "you're sooo far from right way, can't say I don't like it though" his smug grin, oh God... You so hate and so love his talent to drive you mad in two shakes whenever he wants, but remind yourself that you can return him the favor anytime.

"Awwrrr you're such an asshole, Bill" you can't help but wriggle under him "but as well can't say I don't like it" your little chortle is interrupted by Bill's heady ravenous kiss, and, oh Jesus, you're afraid you can cum right now, especially when he forces you to properly feel how hard his boner is already. He presses his hips into yours and grinds a bit, his hand crawls to get a grip on your thigh, grazing a cloth of your panties. "Oh, take them fuckin off" you moan in his mouth and he bites your lip and gives your breasts a little squeeze before leaning back. He tears off your underwear in a flash, then pulls his boxers off and finally you both are fully naked, you look at Bill as he's about to go down on you but you stop him by grabbing his arms. "Please, love" you whine impatiently "I adore when you do it, but now please... Just fuck me right now" Bill doesn't need to be asked twice and he lays back on you.

Your legs are wide open and the head of his swollen large member touches your dripping wet entrance, your man licks his lips and half closes his eyes drawing you into deep kiss again. "Oh Bill..." you barely mumble when his taut veiny shaft slides out off your folds from his slight movement and you rock your hips back and forth stimulating your sensitive clit by gliding along his length. He breaks the kiss to look into your eyes while he guides himself back after a few strokes and you reach out down there to spread your lips for him and he slowly slips into you. Not in one thrust, but a bit in and out, then deeper in, giving you time to adjust to his size. He starts shoving never taking his eyes off you, you lay your palm on his cheek and shiver because of total closeness, you're about to faint feeling all his inches inside of you, as always.

Your thumb enjoys the softness of his bottom lip mimicking touches of his thumb playing with your sticking out nipple. He raises pace a little and then kisses your neck letting out a low pleasured moan, and oh god, you can't find any sound hotter than Bill's moans. He fucks you moving his hips only, but yet gives you sensation of his body thinly rubbing against yours, all that hard breathing, juicy wet smacks and softly creaking bed, oh yes... Tonight you both are not in the mood to play or delay, all you need is just a good pleasant sex. Bill raises a bit and props himself up on his elbows to get more suitable position as he quickens the pace more. You gasp and can't manage your constrained moans at that sight of him: bulging muscles, parted full lips and a lock of his hair on the right side swaying in time to the thrusts. Your hips kick sharper towards his, you feel your bodies get tensed and bed creaking sound becomes rather loud. Both of you are beyond aroused and even can't talk properly, Bill leans his forehead to yours, so then you know he's very close.

"I want you to cum while I'm kissing you, little one" he utters and obviously it's not easy for him to form the words now. "Oh then I'll cum twice harder" you breathe out and fall into hot steamy make-out session, tasting him, belonging to him. You're melting and ready to explode at the same time, you moan desperately in his mouth and try to reciprocate his lustful tongue caress, one your hand rests on his jawline and the other grabs sheet or duvet, you don't know for sure what exactly. Bill lets out right THAT VERY moan, deep and raspy, your hand travels from his jawline to the back of his head as tingling spasms in your lower abdomen break out into the sweetest orgasm, and you feel his hot liquid gushing out deep inside of you, you tighten and contract around his throbbing member over and over and he gives it all to you, he leads you to the very end. Some time later he gradually slows down and smooches you with a sigh of bliss and of course there ensue some more slack kisses. You both take your time to catch your breath back just lying like this and fondling each other's cheeks with your fingers..

"Jesus, Bill" you start and can't hide your smile because of his quite self-satisfied look which he even doesn't bother to mask. "But imagine, you could be just peacefully sleeping right now, so boring, nah?" he says alternating words with tenderest pecks, gosh, such a big kisser he is and you never get tired of how he can't restrain his lips. "Screw you!" you laugh and squeeze him lovingly with all of your limbs "Will I make it to the day when you'll become my blanket and we won't fuck right after that?". He portrays deep thoughtfulness "Hmmm... I don't know, I'm not sure... But please keep trying, I love it so much!" "Natch, of course you love!!" you playfully resent and move a little as you feel that he's still in. You slightly push him at his shoulders urging him to climb off you "I need to go shower, Bill, and don't even think to follow me!" you get out of bed. "Okay, but please hurry back, now that's gonna be my turn to be needy for blanket" he reaches out his long arm and gently slaps your ass as you walk toward bathroom. "Don't even think!" you wag your finger at him trying to act severely, but he knows that you already hasten your steps.

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surveys-at-your-service · 4 years

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Survey #248

“i was unprepared for fame, then everybody knew my name.”

Are you more positive or a debbie downer? I don't think I'm either, honestly. I'm realistic. How many meals do you eat a day? Since getting a calorie & macro counting app, I try to aim for three, but sometimes I only manage two. I have to be conscious of how I'm spacing out what I eat. If you could have any talent in the world what would it be? Be realistic. Draw exactly what I see in my head. Do you brush your tongue with your tooth brush? Bitch you better brush your goddamn tongue. I didn't know until I saw this as a survey question a while back that there were people who didn't. How many times do you brush your teeth a day honestly? Once. What are you favorite type of jeans? I don't wear jeans anymore, but aesthetically, dark, skinny, torn jeans. Do you pop your bones, crack your knuckles? NO it disgusts me omg. There's this girl who sits in front of me in Women Writers class who cracks her back ALL the time and I have to fight cringing so, so hard. Do you eat your nails? YO NO. I may peel my nails when they get long (to me, anyway) but who the fuck eats their nails. Do you eat the ice in your drink? If it's that good cronchy type, fuck yeah. What do you order at Chic-Fil-A? I used to just get the classic sandwich and fries, but I stopped going there forever ago due to their connection to anti-LGBTQ organizations. By now I can't even stomach the thought of eating something from there. Damn are their sandwiches good, but I'm not giving them business. If you had to go to Mcdonalds what do you order? "Had to" lmao. I have no problem with McDonald's, honestly; you couldn't make me go, because I'd be quite willing. I love their cheeseburgers and, of course, their fries. But because I'm a fatass I have to at least get a double cheeseburger. Have you ever been addicted to cigarettes? No. Which do you use more? Facebook or Instagram? Facebook. Are you a student? If so, what classes will you take next? Yes. "Next," I don't know, considering I haven't chosen classes for next year. Currently I take Painting, Women Writers, Psychology, and Biology. Are you a good kisser? I don't know? How many real bf/gf have you had? Two. Did you enjoy your past relationships? Sure, save for the one with Tyler. That was pointless as shit. Would you ever get back with your ex? Sara, if certain conditions were right. Jason, I honestly don't know and hope I'm never put into the position to need to decide. Other exes, no. Do you like 80’s music? Rock and metal, absolutely. It was a great decade for the genres. Name a comedy that you like. Rush Hour 2 popped to mind first because we mentioned it in school yesterday. Do you like homework? ??????????? WHAT IS THIS QUESTION???????????????? NO??????????????? Something you want to buy real bad? Ugggghhhhh a lot. Being unemployed is a BLAST!!!!!!!!!! Something you would buy a friend as a gift? It depends on the person, of course. I try really hard to give very personal gifts, so what it would be would greatly vary. What is something that would be a good birthday gift for you? Donate Big Bucks to my tattoo fund and I'll give you smooches. Something you would gift yourself? Still tattoos lmfao. Favorite candle scent? Cinnamon rolls mmmmmmmmm. Do you watch beauty videos on YouTube? So here's the tea I genuinely love Jeffree Star and I'm digging NikkieTutorials lately LOOK idk I guess because I find makeup to be an art, I like watching that stuff. My YouTube interests have become seriously diverse lately. Have you ever questioned your sexuality? Ha ha obviously. What is the best thing about life? Man, that's a loaded question. I suppose having people in it that make it worthwhile and a true privilege to simply be here. What do you think will happen when you die? YO, HONESTLY, I don't know, man. I've even questioned reincarnation lately. I 100% believe we are not hollow bodies meant to just decay after death, but creatures with spirits that live on in SOME form or way afterwards. I don't believe in the concept of a "Hell," but I don't really think I accept there being a true "Heaven," either? I think there's just... something. What, I don't know, but guess I'll figure it out at some point. Are you superstitious? No. What kind of surveys do you like the most? Random ones, especially the ones that make you think. Do you go to church? No. Do you like Christian music? No. I get frustrated from just bad memories/associations. Have you ever skateboarded and failed at it? Never really tried. What show/concert have you went to that you didn’t like much? N/A Is sex a must in your life? Nah. Could you wait until marriage for sex? Lol I was the abstinent one years ago, so obviously I could, because I understand it. What do you think about weed? Medically, it's fantastic. Too much evidence of it being so to argue it anymore. For other use, I feel the same way about it as I do cigarettes: bad idea, but whatever. I personally don't care if it's made legal for recreational use or not, so long as it's treated similarly to alcohol, ex. illegal to drive while high. If you found a baby turtle on the side of the road, would you pick it up and keep it? With it being a baby, I'd probably take it to an animal rescue or something. Did you and your mum ever have a big fight that caused you to move out? I stayed at Dad's for a handful of days. Has the last person you kissed ever been to your house? Yes. Does anybody have a tattoo with your name on it? My sister has my initial, anyway. Who did you last see shirtless? My mom. Do you like to make the first move? NONONONONO I'M SHY. Do you think you will ever be married? Probably. If the last person you kissed saw you kissing someone else, would they be mad? I don't think she'd be mad, no. Do you understand football? Nope. Who last called you beautiful? Probably Mom. If you fell pregnant to the last person you kissed, what would you think? We're both female so like- Do you think the body is the most beautiful thing that was ever made? No. Name five things you did today? Stayed at the hospital for my beautiful niece to be born :'), slept far too little after getting home, and that's... kinda it. What kind of phone do you have? It's literally a Tracfone, BUT WAIT! I actually wanted it, ha ha. Mom has one and it is *genuinely* a good phone, so I got one for my birthday. Hell, it's cheaper than paying monthly, so I'm fine with it. When was the last time you talked to one of your siblings? 5 in the morning when we were all still with Ashley. Do you like fire? Sure, I like watching it. Have you ever been to a spa? Noooo, not my jam. Do you know how to do a cartwheel? No. Who’s the funniest drunk person you know? Ehhhhh. When he drank, my dad was either hilarious when drunk or hateful and short-fused as fuck. 50/50 shot. But yeah, if you got Version 1, he'd crack anyone the hell up. Now that he's sober and happy he's always like that. What would you do if your partner still kept pictures of their ex? Well, I'd say it depends on the picture's context. Like, a picture of you two kissing, then I'd be uncomfortable as shit. If you have prom pictures or stuff like that but don't like go looking through them regularly, idc. It was a special event. What if your partner went through your cellphone? BYE, CUNT. What if your partner was flirting with another girl/boy? BYE, CUNT. Is there really a difference between Coke and Pepsi? YES. I can absolutely taste it. Pepsi sucks. Are there any mistakes with your recent ex you wish you could have changed? Stupid and/or impulsive shit I'd said, sure, but for the most part, no. We had a good relationship. Has anyone ever been with you while you were throwing up? My mom always is if she's present. I am terrified of vomiting and even at my age still want her there, even though she can't do anything, obviously. I turn into a baby when I'm about to throw up. Background on your computer? My favorite picture of Teddy. Who has hurt you the most? Jason. Or hell, my own head, idk. Are you happy with where you are relationship-wise now? Sure. What language do you want to learn? I wanna be fluent in German. Who’s the last person that came to your house? A family friend. Is there anyone you would like to fight? God no. I'm not a fighter. Who did you dance with last? Sara. Who is your best friend(s)? Sara. Song playing? "It's A Raid" by Ozzy feat. Post Malone. The album's out T O D A Y , B O Y S. Who is your arch-enemy? I don't have one. What's the most attractive thing on the opposite sex? GODDAMN shoulderBLADES Do you want platinum or gold for your wedding band? Not normal gold, I know. Rose gold is my ideal one, but I really don't care much. Have you ever paid to have your eyebrows waxed? I mean my mom has, seeing as I didn't have an income then, either. Got that done regularly in high school. Not because I asked, but because it was just "normal" since my two sisters did it, too. Do you think that the tobacco companies should pay for people’s medical bills? No, it's not their choice to use the product. Sure, they're making it, but it's really too late to cease production of tobacco. It'd be catastrophic in terms of the job industry. Do you curse in average conversations? Yes; I have to actually make an effort to not curse if needed. Have you ever bought a shot glass? No. Do you have a therapist? Not anymore after my previous one that I loved and trusted gave me every reason to break her jaw. I kind of want another one, but also don't. I'm supposed to, considering my history and that I'm on a lot of medication, but I just do nooooot want to go through the whole trust process again. Do you ever fall for spam mail? No. What color do you wear the most? Black. Do you only eat cough drops because you like the taste? No. Have your parents ever walked in on you having sex? No. Do you like getting stoned? I've never been so and aren't interested in ever getting there. Have you ever gotten a bloody nose from snorting cocaine? YOIKES THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY lol no, I wouldn't touch coke with a ten-foot pole. Red, white, yellow, or pink roses? Pink. What’s the worst name your mom has ever called you? I don't know. She hasn't called me anything too awful that I know of. Have you ever done acid? No. Were you at a rave? Never been, definitely not my scene. Do you post pictures where you look good but your friends look bad? Well, I don't hang out with like... anyone, so, lmao. But I wouldn't. Are you friends with any of your exes? Yes. Would you ever dye your hair pink? ACTUALLY! Pastel pink is on my list. I tested some soft colors out in Photoshop on me and it actually looked really cute. I think I wanna be a smaller size first, though. Do you ever masturbate? I haven't since I came off that godawful birth control that drove me batshit insane in terms of libido. I still don't think it's a bad thing, my interest in that is just, gone. Are you embarrassed about your sex life or lack there of? No. Who’s the last person you said I love you to? My sister. Did you like your life when you were in middle school? Actually fuck middle school with a maul. If you went on American Idol, do you think you’d go through to Hollywood? Nope. Have you ever received an anonymous gift? No, I don't think so. What kind of laugh do you have? A loud and obnoxious one. Do you hoard anything? "Hoard" isn't the right word, no. Are you afraid of flying? I am, but I feel it's only a realistic apprehension. Especially going back and forth to Sara's a few times, you kinda have to get used to it. Most recent Facebook ‘like’? Shit man idk, I "like" a load of stuff. Have you ever camped out somewhere for an event the next day? No. Do you do anything regularly that could damage your body? Can someone please eliminate soda from the face of the earth???? What do you love most in the world? Those closest to me. What woke you up this morning? Ugh, the sun. I need to put my curtain back up after Roman tore it down. Who was the last person you rode in a car with? My mom. Is anything bothering you? There's always *something* bothering me to some degree, but nothing seriously at the moment. Are you in a good mood? My niece was born overnight and is gorgeous and healthy so I have to be. :') When were you the saddest in your life? 2016. Do you own more than one cell phone? Ha ha, I have two old ones. One I used for pictures because the camera was good, and the most recent old one, I just need to get some pictures and contacts from... but I'm lazy. Have you ever had a song written about you? No. What songs make you happy? Depends on what I'm feeling. Next concert? No clue now that Ozzy had to cancel his, bless his old heart. As a child, did you ever get the chance to go to Disney World/Disneyland? Yes. When was the last time you fought with your significant other, if any? I’m single. Do you know anyone, personally, who is in an abusive relationship? Are you? No, thankfully. When was the last time you were on a boat? Where did you travel on it? Not since I went fishing with my old best friend a few years back. We were just in a pond. Are you planning on going anywhere with someone, some time today? Probably not. Do you like cereal? What would you consider your favorite kind of cereal? Hell yeah. Cinnamon Toast Crunch is *maybe* my favorite? Idk, I like a lot. Are there any people you don’t like for your significant other/crush to talk to? This doesn't apply to me, but even if I had one, they're not my damn child. I'm not gonna police whom they talk to. I mean I guess there are exceptions, like, talking to a drug dealer to name one, but talking to most people, that's their business. Just don't hide it from me. Have you ever forgotten your birthday? Did you soon figure it out? No. What color are the curtains in your room if you have any at the moment? Maroon. Is there anyone you are currently trying to get out of trouble? Why? No. Have you ever wanted your significant other to get rid of a friend? Well, calling back to that other question, there was one in a previous relationship that I really couldn't stand, but it wound up working out. If you have siblings, have they moved out or do they still live with you? It's just me and Ma now. Do you ever go to Blockbuster? How frequently would you say you go? WHAT A CALLBACK!!!!! Omg did I love BB. Went like every weekend to rent a game, and sometimes we'd go there Fridays before a sleepover to grab a movie. Do you ever listen to music so you can actually change your emotion? Sure, sometimes.

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numba99 · 5 years

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Hate to Love You Part 9

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Playlist for shits and gigs if you care

Summary: You and Jimmy have never gotten along. To say you hated each other would be an understatement. But when a night at a party takes an unexpected turn, things between the two of you change forever. Word Count: 2,240

Warnings:alcohol, like smut adjacent lmao

The days following your fight with Jimmy sucked. There was no other way around it. You felt so stupid, wondering how you ever let yourself believe that Jimmy actually cared about you. Most of all, it hurt. It really fucking hurt.

To make matters worse, Brady was suspicious. You went totally MIA for a little over a week, needing time for yourself. As much as you loved Brady, he was tied to Jimmy and you just didn’t want that reminder. Eventually, however, you answered his calls because he was getting worried and you didn’t want to totally freak him out.

“Did something happen between you and Jimmy?” Brady asked. You were grateful this was happening over the phone so you didn’t have to regulate your facial expressions.

“No why would this have anything to do with Jimmy,” you lied, curious if Jimmy had told him what was going on. If he did he was going to fucking hear it from you.

“I don’t know, I thought things were getting better with you two and now...” his voice trailed off.

“No Brady it’s not like that,” you sighed. You were trying not to get annoyed, but these were exactly the questions you didn’t want to answer right now. You knew that Brady was coming from a good place, and you appreciated his concern, so that kept you from snapping at him. “It’s just I- it was a guy I was talking to. I thought we were on the same page but we weren’t and he’s a total ass. Just kinda been nursing a broken heart I guess.” That was kind of true, you supposed.

“Do I know this dude? Because I’ll kick his ass for you,” Brady replied, making you laugh. Yeah he’s your fucking roommate, you thought bitterly.

“No,” you replied, “Just some idiot I met through Tinder.”

“Well shit I’m sorry y/n,” Brady said, “You deserve better than some shitty Tinder guy. It’s his loss.”

“Yeah that’s what I keep telling myself.”

“Good because it’s true,” Brady affirmed, “I’m not a broken heart expert, but I think a night out with friends could help. What do you say? Come out with me tonight?”

“I don’t know Brady,” you replied. If he was going out, Jimmy was coming with him and you were not ready for that.

“Come on y/n,” Brady playfully whined, “Jimmy’s back home for the weekend and Gracia’s still in Minnesota. I’m going stir crazy over here.” Jimmy wasn’t going to be there? That made things different, and a night out would be fun...

“So it would just be us?” you confirmed.

“Well I was gonna invite Kevin too, if that okay?” Brady asked.

“More than okay, it will be good to see Kevin again,” you replied, as a smile found your lips for the first time in a while. Leave it to Brady to make you feel better even after the shittiest of times.

Later that evening you met Brady and Kevin outside a club they frequent. You were feeling better - getting dressed up did wonders for your self esteem. You looked good and for the first in awhile you felt good. Plus, the way Kevin was looking at you didn’t hurt either.

You got a drink inside, vowing to yourself it would be your only one. The last thing you needed right now was to get hammered and word vomit what’s been going on the last few weeks to Brady and Kevin.

“Man whatever guy hurt you is a dumbass,” Kevin said, joining you at the bar. He looked you up and down, in the least weird way possible. It didn’t feel creepy or anything, it was nice to have someone openly compliment you.

“You could say that again,” you muttered into your drink.

“Seriously though,” Kevin said, slinging his around your shoulder, “I’m really sorry some guy was a total dick to you. You don’t deserve that. I’m sure Brady already offered but I will totally beat him up for you if you want.”

You chuckled, if only Kevin and Brady knew the person they were so eager to beat up was their best friend. “It’s all good,” you replied, “He’s not worth the time or energy. I appreciate the sentiment though.”

“Course,” Kevin flashed a goofy, but adorable smile, “So would you wanna dance with me or is it too soon?”

“Definitely not too soon,” You smiled. However, just as the words left your mouth, a familiar face caught your eye. Jimmy.

Kevin followed your eye, smiling brightly at his friend. “Jimmy!” he exclaimed, grabbing his attention. You wished you could run away, but it was too late. He’d already seen you and you were wedged between Kevin and the bar.

“Hey Kevin, y/n,” he greeted casually. You rolled your eyes, not bothering with a response.

“I thought you were in Boston for the weekend?” Kevin asked.

Jimmy shrugged. “Sister wasn’t feeling good. Didn’t wanna risk getting sick,” he explained. That was a lie, you just knew it. It was something about his dad, but that wasn’t any of your business. Kevin nodded though, either buying the story or knowing better than to question it.

“Brady was looking for you Kev,” Jimmy said, his eyes on you.

“Did he say what he wanted?” Kevin asked. You got a sense he didn’t wanna leave your side and you were too keen on that either.

Jimmy shrugged, “Didn’t say, but he’s back there somewhere.” He pointed back to the crowded part of the club.

Kevin sighed, “I’ll be right back y/n.” His hand lingered on your arm before heading off. Jimmy stepped over in his place, trapping you.

“You and Kevin?” he asked, trying to sound casual, but he was tense.

“Are friends. Not that it is any of your business,” you answered, taking a sip of your drink. You were gonna need that to deal with him.

“Listen I know I w-”

“Save it Jimmy,” you cut him off, “I have no interest in what you have to say. You know, I really convinced myself you weren’t that bad of a guy, but boy was I wrong. You’re the asshole I always knew you were.”

Jimmy’s face shifted as you spoke. Maybe you shouldn’t have been so aggressive, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You’ve felt like absolute shit the past few days all because of him, so his feelings weren’t your top priority at the moment.

“So that’s how it’s going to be?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“What you thought you could treat me like a punching bag and come back and fuck me again? You’re fucking delusional. Do me a favor and fuck off,” you spat, returning your attention to your drink.

“You don’t know me. You have no idea wh- you know what never mind. You don’t give a fuck and neither do I.” He must have stormed off because the talking stopped. Thank god. Just moments later, Kevin returned.

“Where’s Jimmy?” he asked.

“Who knows, who cares,” you mumbled.

“Brady didn’t even wanna see what me, what a little shit,” Kevin joked.

“You could say that again,” you said under your breath. Then you remembered what Kevin had asked you before. “I’m ready for that dance Kev.”

“Yeah, okay,” he smirked as you grabbed his hand dragging him to the dance floor. Dancing with Kevin was fun, he was afraid to be a little goofy with it and the way he smiled at you made your heart skip. You almost forgot about Jimmy... until you say him chatting up another girl.

His eyes met yours and you looked away quickly, but it was too late. He knew you saw him and now he was going to make a show of it to piss you off. Well two could play that game. As he wrapped his arms around the girl, you pulled Kevin closer you. Jimmy’s hands ghosted over her boobs, you tilted your head back letting Kevin kiss your neck. You were each trying to one up each other by getting more and more intimate with your partner.

Finally Jimmy went in for the kill, kissing the girl. He kept his eyes opened, locked right on you. You weren’t about to lose, you grabbed Kevin, pressing your lips to his. So there you were, in a stare down with Jimmy across a crowded club as you both made out with someone else.

Wait what the hell am I doing?

You suddenly snapped back to reality. It was hitting you how much it sucked to see Jimmy kiss another girl even though you wanted so badly not to care. On top of that, you felt like a total dick for kind of using Kevin.

You jumped back abruptly, “I have to go.”

“Wait I’m sorry I didn’t me-”

“No it’s not you I-” you were struggling to find the right words, “Fuck I’m sorry I just have to go.” You ran out without another word, refusing to look at Jimmy again. You didn’t know what would be worse to see: his cocky triumphant grin or him still kissing that girl.

That night you didn’t sleep well. You kept seeing Jimmy kissing her every time you closed your eyes. It was torture. You just wanted to forget everything that ever happened with him.Of course, it couldn’t be that easy.

A knock at the door pulled you from your sulking the next morning. You wondered who could possibly be at your door that early in the morning. Okay it wasn’t that early, but early enough that it seemed bizarre. Part of you wondered if it was Jimmy trying to pull some shit after last night, so you braced for the worst.

You were met with a surprise, however, and a nice one at that. It was Kevin, and he brought flowers.

“Hey,” he said shyly.

“Hey,” you replied, relaxing against the door, “I wasn’t expecting you.”

“I know I’m sorry. I don’t know, I just kinda felt bad about last night,” Kevin explained.

“Kev, I should be the one apologizing to you. I ran out on you like a crazy person,” you replied.

Kevin shook his head, “I shouldn’t have kissed you like that. With everything that happened with that guy. I pushed you too fast.”

“I’m pretty sure I kissed you,” you teased, “But seriously, you have nothing to be sorry for. You probably won’t believe me, but I did enjoy it.” It wasn’t a lie, Kevin was a good kisser.

“I’m happy about that,” he flashed a soft smile, “I guess I just wanted to make sure we were going to be okay... I meant if there even is a we I don’t mean to b-”

“Kiss me,” you cut him off.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah Kevin, kiss me. I won’t run this time, I promise,” you replied. You needed to know if there was anything between you two or if that was just a one time thing. Kevin didn’t need anymore convincing. He stepped into your place, dropping the flowers to wrap his arms around you and pull you in.

Okay, it definitely wasn’t a fluke. Kissing Kevin was nice. It was easy for things to escalate. One minute his hand was sliding in your hair in the door way and the next he was sliding down your pants on your bed. It all happened so quickly, yet you kind of felt like you were moving in slow motion.

Is this really happening? Am I really sleeping with Jimmy’s best friend.

The answers to both those questions were yes. And it was good, Kevin was really good. He was somehow bigger than Jimmy, but he was good enough with his mouth that it was a pretty easy fit. He made you cum three times before letting himself get off. God and the fucking smile he gave you after. Like he liked you, really liked you. It was certainly different from your hook ups with Jimmy.

But a good different? You didn’t really know. Yeah, it was great sex, but... something was missing. You couldn’t quite but your finger on it but it just wasn’t the same. Maybe it was because you were just so used to the hate sex that anything else was throwing you off. It was a good enough excuse for yourself now.

It was nice enough that you were interested in more. It could take a little time to get Jimmy fully out of your system, but you thought Kevin could help with that. He was always so sweet to you, giving him a chance couldn’t hurt.

“You know I didn’t just come over here for sex,” Kevin nudged you, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Could have fooled me,” you teased, nudging him back.

“I know we did this a little backwards, but I’d love to take you on a date. If you want to that is,” Kevin replied, nerves peaking through in his voice. It was sweet.

“I’d like that a lot,” you smiled, giving him a quick kiss.

“Awesome,” he beamed, “I gotta run to practice, but I’ll text you.” You nodded, walking Kevin to the door. You picked up the flowers he had dropped, thanking him again for them, before saying goodbye. You pressed your back against the door, breathing in the sweet scent of the flower and desperately trying to ignore the mess you surely just created.

#j vesey #hate to love you #jimmy vesey imagine #jimmy vesey smut #new york rangers imagine #new york rangers smut #nhl imagines #nhl fanfiction

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zwei-the-penguin-with-a-pen · 5 years

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‘By Now’

"I can't wait to meet your parents, Blake! I mean, I met them at Haven, but it was rushed." Yang told Blake as they boarded the Pride ship for their trip to the island of Menagerie. "They do know we're dating now, right?"

"I'm not sure if they know or not. I talk about you enough, but I try to shy away from details when I talk to them." Blake replied, sipping from a bottle of water. "My mom would want to throw you a party, and my dad might try to fight you. Just to make sure you're 'strong enough for his little girl' or whatever."

"That's literally the cutest thing I've ever heard... What's it like to have two great parents?"

"It's awesome until you do something idiotic like scream at them and call them cowards because of some boy who turned out to be a monster." Blake chuckled to try and lighten the mood, but after that statement, it wasn't really possible.

"At least your parents didn't leave you. Taiyang didn't physically leave, but he might as well have. If anyone actually raised me after Summer died, it was Qrow. That's why Ruby adores him so much." Yang mused. She hoped she didn't sound like she was trying to one-up Blake's past with her own. Geez, did everyone from their class at Beacon have a tortured past?

"The sins of your parents are theirs to answer for, not yours, Sunshine. You turned out pretty great, as far as I can tell. And you raised a fantastic kid sister, too." Blake grinned at her Sunshine. Yang cracked a small smile at that.

Pride's foghorn belted out its one-note song, signaling her departure from the port. Yang looked out toward the horizon, taking in the view of the sea beneath the night sky. The full moon was out tonight, casting a soft glow upon the waves. It made for a spectacular view.

"If you think the moonlit sea is beautiful, just wait until you see the sunrise over Menagerie. It's enough to make you fall in love." Blake quietly mused, her cat ears wiggling at the thought. She slid her arms around Yang's waist, snuggling up close to her and kissing at the back of her neck.

"Oh Blake, not with people around. I wouldn't want them to throw us into the sea." Yang pleaded. This only seemed to light Blake's fire, as her kisses turned to soft nibbles. Yang's legs went weak at that, her knees turning to jelly. She then felt a soft tickle at her left side. It was over now; she was like clay in Blake's hands at that. "I love you, Moonlight." She spoke through her heavy breaths.

"I love you too, Sunshine." Blake placed one hand on Yang's rear as she replied.

"And you killed the moment." Yang joked. Blake paid her no mind.

"I could just stop..."

"You probably should... but I don't want you to. Too bad we couldn't spring for a cabin."

"I've been on this ship more than a few times. I know some hiding places." Blake cooed into Yang's ear, the blonde's heart melting at the sound of Blake's voice. Blake took Yang's hand and led her off to a hideaway.

\/\/\/\/\/

Blake had not been lying: the sunrise over Menagerie was the most glorious sight Yang had seen in some time. She and Blake shared a kiss in the sun's warm rays.

"It's beautiful here, Blake. We should stay here forever." Yang mused, her girlfriend laughing at her.

"We haven't even made land yet, Yang. We can't live in the ocean. Besides, if we stay in Menagerie, a cute faunus girl might steal you from me."

"There's no faunus cuter than you, Moonlight!" Yang cheered with an ear-to-ear grin. Blake rolled her eyes.

"You haven't seen any fish faunus yet..." Blake replied with a small smirk. "They're seriously the most adorable creatures ever. With their tails and fins and scales, oh gods."

"So you are a Scalie! Explains why you brought Ilia home!" Yang jabbed. Blake turned ten shades of red at that.

"Ilia was on a mission! Also, she did help me relieve some stress on the way to Haven..." Yang's mouth dropped open.

"You have known another? HOW DARE!!" She joked. Blake playfully shoved her face away.

"It was just a few cuddles... and booty rubs. And maybe some neck kisses. But we didn't bone, even though she tried diligently." Blake retorted. "I bet she would be great at it. She has a whole lot of tongue, after all." Yang's eyes widened at Blake's comment. "What? Don't tell me you haven't thought that!"

"I have..." Yang confessed. "A few times." She continued. "We should have Ilia over for dinner some night. See if she would stay for dessert!" Yang purred, annoying Blake.

"You're terrible." Blake grinned. "I'll ask her sometime if she hasn't found a cute girlfriend yet."

"If she's really cute, the girlfriend can come, too!" Yang joked. She thought she saw Blake's expression change. "I mean if that's cool."

"Let's put those ideas away for now. The ship's about to dock, Sunshine." Blake pointed at the pier by the shoreline. Yang smiled as she gazed at Blake's home. The two of them made their way off the ship and began their walk through the island markets.

"So you and Ilia shared some snuggles and junk, but were you and Sun ever a thing while we were apart?" Yang asked. Blake eyes her quizzically. "I'm not jealous of Sun or anyone else. I'm legitimately curious."

"Well... if I'm being honest, Sun did kiss me. It was on the ship ride back to Haven." Blake blushed lightly at the thought of Sun trying to kiss her. It was all she could do not to laugh about it.

"What was that like?" Yang queried.

"He wasn't bad at it. He needed some practice, sure, but he's probably a pro now. He's sure been kissing Neptune a lot these days." They both laughed at that.

"I mean... did you feel anything?"

"No. And I told him that as soon as he finished kissing me." Yang could have fallen onto her face hearing that.

"Damn, Blake! Just crush the boy, why don't you! Drag him, even!" Yang couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, Yang, he told me the same thing," Blake replied. Yang's laugh faded and she frowned.

"So he wasn't in love with you?"

"Never was. See, Sun liked me, sure, but he was in love with his own idea of me. He realized that I wasn't who he thought I was, but he still wanted to love the real me." Blake looked at her fingernails, flicking a bug off of one finger.

"That's a little depressing."

"Life can't always be rainbows and butterflies. Sometimes the one you want is not the one you need. If I learned anything from Adam Taurus, it was that." Yang's left hand twitched at the mention of that monster, but it subsided. He was dead, after all. He could never hurt anyone else. She clenched her metal fist.

"So, who's the better kisser? Between me and Sun, I mean..."

"Oh, you, of course. By ten. Twenty, even. You've got softer lips and better technique, and I actually want you to kiss me." Blake smirked. Yang cheered and pumped her fists.

"EAT THAT, MONKEY KING!!!" She cheered at the top of her voice.

"Calm down. Dragonfire. People are looking at us."

"Let 'em look. We're just a girl and her cat, after all. Nothing fancy."

"Speak for yourself, Sunshine. I'm plenty fancy!" Blake bragged. Yang squeezed Blake's rear with her left hand.

"Oh, I know, Kitty Cat." Yang purred as Blake stopped walking. She looked around to see a huge expanse. "Wow, is this the place? Chieftain doesn't look like a bad gig."

"It's not as big as the last one. I kind of set that one on fire when Adam's radicals tried to kill my folks." Blake confessed. "Still, it's a pretty big place. It's even bigger on the inside." She knocked on the door as she finished her sentence.

Kali answered the door, a shorter and more tanned version of Blake with bigger cat ears. She had piercings in her right ear as well.

"Ghira! Blake's here! And she brought her girlfriend!" Kali called into the house before hugging Blake and Yang. "Yang, is it? It's nice to meet you properly. I'm Kali, though you might call me Mom."

"Thanks, but I'll stick to Kali for now, if that's okay," Yang answered. A giant of a faunus appeared at the doorway. From the knee down, his legs were furry and his feet were like panther feet. He even had toe beans. From the knee up, though, he was all man.

"So this is the fire dragon I've heard so much about, eh? I'm Ghira Belladonna. It seems my Blake has a thing for blondes. I hope you're more likable than the last one she brought here." Ghira bellowed. Yang grinned.

"I'm positively sun-sational, Pops!" She replied. Everyone but Blake laughed at that. She just put her face into her hands.

"You three are going to get along too well..." Blake mused as she and Blake stepped into the house.

\/\/\/\/\/

Day 7: A Parent

I featured Blake’s parents at the end! That counts, right?

Just Bees talking, really. Whatever, Bumbleby is my fave and the easiest for me to write.

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bts-svt-mx · 5 years

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Kiss and Tell (M) - Chapter 1

OT7 x Reader

Author: bts-svt-mx

Rating: Smut, with a side of Humor

Tags: References to alcohol and kickbacks, References to hooking up/sex, smut (in next chapters), non-idol au, humor

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Word Count: 2,760

Description: There’s an argument to be settled amongst your friends. Which one of them is the best at hooking up? In a room full of competitive men, it’s now up to you to settle it. Once and for all.

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“Bullshit!” Hoseok calls out to the rest of the group, his legs launching himself up from his previous position on the couch next to you. “We all know I’ve got game. A girl who spends a night with me never leaves unsatisfied,” A cocky smirk plastered on his face, he looks around the room for one of you to back him up on his claim.

But instead of anyone’s voice of support, a scoff echoes from the loveseat situated at the corner of the large living area of the Bangtan Boy’s shared home. “That’s not what the girl from the bar said last night,”

Yoongi’s words come out pretty quietly but that doesn’t stop the room full of the boys and you from bursting into laughter at the aftermath of Hoseok’s conquest from the night before.

Confusion at Yoongi’s words flash across Hoseok’s face.

Poor boy. So blissfully unaware of the fact that once he was done with his quickie in the bar’s bathroom, that same girl had passed by the rest of us with her friend complaining about how the dickdown she just got would never compare to Jaehyun. Whoever that might be.

Meanwhile, Hobi came strolling out looking like he just won a gold medal in the Olympics of Bar Hookups.

The reason for Hoseok’s outburst had been a result of the most recent conversation topic of what was supposed to be a nice sober game night, but what had ended up as a full on drunken kickback.

There were a few of your other friends over earlier in the night, but they had since gone home. Leaving you with your 7 best guy friends all around you.

It was a rare time in all of your lives. Every single one of you were officially single.

This hadn’t been the case since you had first met the crazy group of men 3 years ago. At any given time, one or more of you had always been in a relationship.

Unsurprisingly, Namjoon had been the last one of the group to still be boo-ed up, but his girlfriend of 2 and a half years recently broke it off due to her feeling like they were ‘growing apart’. Though it was still a relatively sore subject for Namjoon, it meant that all 8 of you were now simultaneously single for the first time in forever.

When no one replies to Hobi’s frantic questioning of what had happened after he left the girl last night, he plops back down on the couch next to you in a huff of frustration. The temper tantrum, making you subsequently bounce in place from the returned weight the couch had to hold again.

From next to you on the other side, Taehyung’s low voice chimes in. “Well I think we can all agree that I’m the best kisser of the group,” His eyebrows wiggle as he sneakily nudges you in your side.

His simple touch sends you back in time a year and a half ago to when Taehyung and you briefly had a very secretive hookup. And you mean very brief and very secretive. Like so brief it was only one kiss.

Okay maybe two kisses. And also a full on makeout session, but that’s besides the point.

Ultimately, you both decided it wasn’t the time for either of two to get into a relationship that could ruin not only your friendship but the whole group’s dynamic.

You didn’t tell any of the other boys. Not even Jimin, the one you were closest to out of the group.

Just Taehyung and you knew about your own little fling and that was how it was going to stay.

The rest of the room was too busy to notice Taehyung’s telling gesture to you as his statement had sent everyone into a heated debate ranging from who was the best kisser to who was the best at sex to who got the most girls.

There were too many voices shouting at one time to be able to decipher anything they were trying to say. And quite honestly all you really were taking away from this whole debacle was that this was simply a group of competitive boys just trying to win at whatever weird game this became.

You were no stranger to hooking up. But to save face, your lips were sealed, electing to not take part in this debacle.

You’ve had your own fair share of hookups in the past and even a boyfriend or two in the last few years. Quite honestly, you were very confident about your own skills in that area but you’ll never understand the need for boys to try to one up each other over their abilities. Is it really that important?

“Remember that one time when I hooked up with 3 different sorority girls in one night?” Jimin said jumping up in front of Jin.

“Oh yeah? Have any of you ever had a girl camp out outside of your dorm room to try to get you to take her back after only a week of being with her?” Jin chimed in talking a hundred words a second.

“They didn’t vote me best kisser senior year in high school for no reason!” Taehyung barked at Yoongi.

“Well I-”

“Oh my god will you all just put your fucking dicks away?!” Your sudden outburst silenced the room, each of the boy’s attention now turned towards your position on the couch.

Now that certainly shut them up.

“I don’t know why you bother arguing about this. There really isn’t a way for any of you to prove whatever the hell you’re trying to prove, now is there? So what’s the point in arguing?” You explain, leaning back against the plush sofa crossing your arms.

The initial shock of your uncharacteristic outburst dissipates, but your friends are still relatively silent, save for Jungkook munching on his snacks in front of the tv that’s playing random vine compilations on Youtube as background noise. Come to think of it, the youngest boy was the only one who wasn’t really participating in the heated discussion you just single handedly ended. Or so you thought you had ended.

“Well… There is one way we can prove who’s the best at hooking up,” Immediately, your eyes snap up to Jin who’s sitting on a different couch opposite of the loveseat Yoongi occupied. His face is twisted into an expression you can only describe as pure mischief. Oh god, that’s the same look he gets before he’s about to say one of his absolutely terrible dad jokes.

But what he says next is no joke. “You could be the one to decide for us, Y/N.”

You don’t even get a chance to fully comprehend what he means by his suggestion before Jimin pipes in.

“Hyung what do you mean? Y/N’s never hooked up with any of us before. How would she know who’s the best at it?”

A pang of guilt runs through you once again at Jimin’s words. You can feel Taehyung’s strong, questioning gaze on you. Had he thought you would have told Jimin by now? You did both agree to keep it a secret, but maybe he just assumed you would tell your best friend about it anyways.

But you would never betray that kind of trust.

All of that sticky situation aside, right now you just needed to figure out what the hell has gotten into Seokjin.

“Yeah, Jin. Exactly, how would I know?” You inquire further.

Jimin was partially correct about you having no clue how good the boys, minus Taehyung, were at.. Well, you know.

“See that’s the thing..” The tall, broad shouldered man speaks slowly, tip toeing around his point.

You didn’t know what Jin was trying to suggest but nothing could prepare you mentally for the next few words that came out of his mouth.

“Now don’t kill me, but what if you did hook up with each of us? That way we could have someone in common to tell us which one of us is the best!”

Jin’s suggestion makes Jungkook swivel around to face the group again now at full attention in this conversation, Yoongi sits up straight from his previous slouching position, coughing up his rum and coke, Namjoon looks up from his phone, and from what you can tell, the rest of the boys’ focus was already on Jin. Each of their looks seeming like they were just as every bit as flabbergasted at his suggestion as you were.

If you could look at yourself in a mirror right now, you’re sure your eyebrows would be past your forehead. What in the actual fuck could have persuaded Jin to suggest for you to pimp yourself out to your friends? You have no control over what he thinks in his own head, but to suggest, to your entire friend group that you should hook up with each of them? To settle a goddamn score?

You don’t know whether to applaud his courage or sock him in the face.

Wait... Why didn’t you automatically get up and beat his ass for his stupid suggestion? Was it because your friends had yet to object to Jin’s idea? Or the fact that the idea didn’t immediately seem to repulse you.. or any of the boys for that matter?

As you looked around the room, none of your friend’s eyes would meet your own. Each of them looking around at each other, but no one looking at you. Not even Taehyung, who has already had his tongue down your throat, dared to look you in the eye.

Could this be any more awkward? What could they all be thinking right now? The silence in the room was only filled by those dumb vine compilations in the background. But those videos can only save the group for so long before they too go silent when the video ends.

The silence had given you time to think though.

There was no arguing with the fact that the boys you chose to spend your time with were all very, very attractive. Like stupidly attractive. Seriously, the whole group had really won the genetic lottery.

You had accepted the fact that you were attracted to all of them ever since the first day you had met them. But seeing as you had a boyfriend for the first couple of months of being their friend, you had only ever developed stronger attraction to Taehyung, thus resulting in the brief fling you had with him after you had broken up with said douchebag boyfriend from before.

But you most certainly weren’t in love with any of them.

No, that would be too cliche right?

Sure, you’ve had a daydream or two about Jin’s broad shoulders, or Hoseok’s hip thrusts in the club. Hell, even about Yoongi’s hands and maybe even your best friend Jimin’s plush lips.

But you couldn’t hook up with them just to judge their sexual abilities. For starters, what would happen to your friendship with them? Maybe the boys would be fine with each other after, but would you be able to go back to normal with them after this?

Second, you were sure they didn’t even find you attractive. And you didn’t want them to feel obligated to do this just because they didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Which is ridiculous because you weren’t even the one who suggested this in the first place! Jin was, and he didn’t even consult the boys before doing so.

You had to admit, by no means were you even close to being ugly, but from what you have seen, each of their own tastes in girls differed greatly from each other and certainly away from the way you looked.

Your inner monologue had kept you so distracted that you almost missed the small voice from across the room.

“I mean... I’m down as long as Y/N is okay with it?” You weren’t sure who it was going to be to break the silence, but you definitely did not think it was going to be Jungkook.

Your eyes immediately go to his, surprised to find that his big doe eyes were already on you.

Did Jungkook, the most innocent of the boys, the one who didn’t even participate in the original argument over who was the best out of the seven of them, the one you jokingly referred to as your baby boy, just agree to hooking up with you?

Someone needed to give you a swift pinch on the arm. You really must be dreaming here.

You were going to stop this before it got out of hand, you really were. Truly, your intentions were nothing but to put an end to this ridiculous offer.

But then, one by one, each of the men in front of you chimed in to agree with Jungkook on the fact that, if you were willing, they’d be more than happy to hook up with you.

For “the cause”, of course.

The cause being who could give a girl (well now, you) the best time.

Your apprehension must have been evident on your face because suddenly Namjoon is in front of you crouching on his knees. Ever the prince charming to come to your rescue.

“Y/N, we can all say that we’d be ok with this, but you’re just as much a part of this as we all are. Frankly even more of a part of this, than any of us are,” Namjoon states, matter of factly. He always did have his head screwed on the sturdiest out of all of your friends. Always the one to help you make sense of everything when something got too overwhelming for you.

He continues. “So if you don’t want to do this, none of us would blame you. We can all go back to the next drinking game and get so shit-faced that we forget this ever happened.”

As your brain tries to process that this situation is actually real, the words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. “How could you all be agreeing to this? You would all really do it? I mean come on, none of you even think I’m pretty!”

Figures. Out of everything in this situation, of course you would subconsciously be the most concerned about that. The most shallow of concerns. You hadn’t meant for that particular worry to be expressed by you, but now it was out and you couldn’t take it back.

A chorus of different levels of scoffs, laughs, and a giggle from Jimin fill the air. “Are you blind Y/N? Our attraction to you should be at the bottom of your list of worries when it comes to this,” Hoseok says with a grin, his eyes running along your body, unashamed.

He had never done that before. At least to your knowledge. “Trust me when I say that we all find you to be incredibly hot,” He adds.

Agreement from the rest of the room emphasizes his point and in a way, some of the tension is released from you knowing that at the very least, you don’t have to worry about them doing this out of obligation when they’re not actually attracted to you.

“As much as I might- I mean we might want to try out this little experiment, you are first and foremost, our friend.” Namjoon has taken a hold of your hand now. His eyes filled with honesty and a reminder of the years of trust you’ve built with him. Well, with the whole group, actually.

Over the years you had truly formed a special bond with each and every one of them. So much so that you would fight to the death for any of the men in front of you. You had all been through a lot together. Heartbreak, loss, celebrations, birthdays, late night crying sessions (mostly coming from you on that one), and nothing has changed the way any of you had treated each other.

“So if you told us, right now, to fuck off, we can just go back to our regularly scheduled kickback like I said before and drop the conversation entirely. Forget Jin even suggested it in the first place.”

You find yourself unable to look away from him as Namjoon’s calming aura is the only thing keeping you from overthinking this whole situation too much. Well, him and the trace of alcohol still running through your system.

“It’s your call, Y/N,” Namjoon’s low voice travels through your connected hands and straight down to your core. Woah, you had never felt that feeling with Namjoon before.

You found yourself chasing that feeling as it fades slowly within you, wanting more of that feeling. More of him...

Alright, you had to make a decision sooner or later, and you could still feel everyone staring at you and Namjoon, eagerly awaiting your answer.

You had to be fully honest with yourself. You were actually getting kind of, excited about trying this out? The prospect of actually getting to evaluate your friends on something so fragile and important to a man interested you beyond belief.

You could make or break them in this friend group. Decide who would be the butt of every joke about getting any until who knows when. You didn’t know exactly what you were feeling about this, but you knew it wasn’t a bad feeling. No, not a bad feeling at all.

Most importantly though, you felt safe doing this with them. And of course, there was the fact that you got to hook up with seven insanely beautiful men.

Oh, who were you kidding? There was no way you could pass up this opportunity.

So you prepared yourself to give them the answer they had all been waiting for.

“Ok, I’ll do it. But there’s going to have to be some rules,”

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A/N: More to come soon!!! Just the first chapter of my first OT7 series. Each member will get their own chapter, coming soon :)

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mentalmimosa · 5 years

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for beginners

Prompt: we’re best friends and we take each others’ virginity.

I’ve never been of the “just get it over with” school, but my best friend Buck, he didn’t feel the same way. If we were talking about ripping off band-aids or something, sure; anything to shorten the sting. But sex? To me, that was nowhere near the same thing.

The night that Bucky decided to tear off that band-aid, we were a few weeks from heading off to college, driving in different directions way the hell out of New Jersey, and in retrospect, that Bucky made it that long without so much as kissing a guy is kind of amazing. I mean, he loved sex, made no bones about it, and women, they freaking loved Bucky. In high school, he had a constant stream of steadies who would gush at anybody who’d listen about Bucky’s mouth: what an amazing kisser he was and how much he loved going down on them and how hard, how many times in a row he could make them come.

I didn’t want to know anything about that--Bucky never said a word to me--but the Greek girl chorus that sang his praises was really damn hard to ignore.

Also, I’d been dreaming about Bucky’s mouth for years. My imagination didn’t need any more ammo; the guys I dated already had a hard time measuring up. More often than not, no matter how much I thought I liked whoever was sucking my cock, when I got close, my brain went right to Bucky and even as I had enough sense to say the other guy’s name when I came, I kept my eyes closed and let myself pretend a little longer.

Having a thing for somebody you’ve known forever is seriously terrible. Believe me. Especially when said friend who’s only ever dated girls announces to you one night junior year over pizza and bogarted beer that actually, he’s pretty sure that he’s bi.

“But I can’t--it’s not like I’m going to do anything about it,” Bucky’d said, reaching over me for the remote. “Not until college.”

“Why not?”

“Dude,” he huffed, “Carter High’s not exactly a rainbow utopia. You know that better than anybody. This town has a hard enough time understanding gay; I don’t think they’re real ready for bi.”

I sipped at my beer and tried to hide my judgy face. Tried. “You have to be you, though. You shouldn’t pretend to be someone you’re not.”

“That’s not what I’m doing. I’m still me, Steve. I’m just putting a part of myself away in reserve.” He looked away from the TV and grinned at me, a perfect Bucky Barnes smirk. “I’m like a fine wine. The bi thing will only get finer with age.”

Until that night in July when we were less than a month away from college, from being free of this town at last, and Bucky decided in a semi-almost panic that now was the time to crack open that cask.

“I don’t understand,” I said for the third time in five minutes. Honest to god, I couldn’t believe it, the fumble of panicked bullshit that’d come out of his mouth. “Bucky, come on. Slow down. You’re not making any sense.”

He was pacing around my room with his hair in his hands, his fingers wound so tight in dark strands I thought they might break. (The strands, not his fingers.) It was after midnight and my mom was working the night shift, like she always did on weekends. The house was so quiet I could hear the dog snoring upstairs on the couch.

“Steve,” Bucky said, an edge of panic in his voice. “Steve, I swear to god, I’m an idiot. What the fuck am I going to do?”

I sighed and sat back on my bed. When Bucky gets like this, a bundle of nerves and emotion, it’s like talking to a thunderstorm: you just have wait for it to break. But sometimes a nudge doesn’t hurt.

“You were at Stark’s party,” I prompted.

“Yeah.”

“And you went upstairs to piss.”

He bobbed his head. “Mmm.”

“And when you came out--?”

“And when I came out, Stark was there. We started talking, you know.”

“He’s good at that,” I said drily. “Just ask him.” Tony and I had never been on the best terms--I thought he was a loudmouth (he was) and he thought I was a prig (I’m not)--but that didn’t matter anymore, did it? High school was over now.

“It was loud, though, and we couldn't hear, so we went in his room--there was a keypad lock on it, no joke, and we, I--”

“You made out.” I didn’t especially like the picture that put in my head. “Yeah, ok, you said, but--”

He stopped in the middle of the room and looked right at me, pure panic. “I didn’t know what to do. I realized that I had no fucking clue how to kiss a guy. Much less touch him or whatever.”

Don’t laugh, I told myself, biting the inside of my cheek. Don’t laugh. Don’t. I cleared my throat. “I mean, I can’t said this for sure, Buck, but I’m pretty sure the mechanics of making out with girls and guys are basically the same. And you’ve handled your own dick plenty. Touching somebody else’s is, you know, not that different.”

“I didn’t know what to do,” Bucky said again, like he hadn’t heard me. “And I didn’t want to tell him that I--that he was the first guy who I’d ever--”

“That you’re a boy virgin?” I said.

He turned the color of strawberries, his cheeks flaming like they did when he forgot to wear sunscreen. “Yeah.”

“So in lieu of a free and potentially instructive orgasm, you ran away.”

“I did."

Good lord. I pinched the bridge of my nose. “And came over to wake me up--why, exactly?”

“Because I need your help, Stevie.”

“How?”

He took a deep breath. “Look, you were right: saving the bi thing for college was a bad call. I can’t go to school as a virgin with guys. Jesus! What was I thinking? I have to have some space to like, experiment a little. Figure it out so when I meet some hot dude in Econ I can, you know. Be confident about it and not freak the fuck out.”

“I don’t disagree,” I said, reaching for patient, “but that ship has sailed, hasn’t it? Unless you want to call Tony and apologizing for bolting. I’m sure he’d be more than happy to show you the sex-with-penises ropes. And there's this thing you may have heard of called porn.”

“Dude, no. I don’t want to sleep with Tony. Obviously. And porn isn't the same thing; it's like trying to learn how to drive a car by just reading the instruction manual. No, I was thinking that you and I, we could--uh, you know." He looked right at me then, those blue eyes wide and soft and unfairly fucking gorgeous. “Try to figure some of that out together.”

“Um.” I clutched at the covers, because I'm sorry, what? “What the fuck?"

“Steve.” His voice was lower now, the kind of low that made me shiver. “I know it sounds crazy. Hell, I feel crazy saying it.”

“But you don’t like me,” I said, because it was almost one AM and I was in my stupid turtle boxers and suddenly Bucky, the person I'd loved half my life, wanted to have sex with me. Oh my god. “Not like that. You’ve never said that you--”

“Dude, I’ve told you a million times that you’re hot."

“Yeah, but you didn’t mean it.”

His brow wrinkled. “Of course I did.”

That’s it. I was clearly still dreaming. I’d woken up inside the Twilight Zone. “Come on.”

“Stevie, you’re beautiful,” he said, and ok, screw you, Rod Serling. I officially did not want to wake up. “I mean, duh. I can’t believe this is a thing you don’t know.”

Now I was the one blushing. “You don’t have to flatter me to get me to fuck you, Buck.”

We stared at each other. I seriously contemplated bolting. I could see Bucky’s hands trembling.

“You can tell me to fuck off,” he said finally. “I know I’m being ridiculous, I just--”

“Are you drunk?”

“What? No. Wasn’t drunk at Tony’s, either. Only had a beer and a half.”

I swallowed hard, tried to push down the want, the spark of real, don’t fuck this up fear. “I can show you stuff, if you want.”

“Yeah?” There was a hint of a smile, a flicker of the boy who made women swoon. “You’d be ok with that?”

“So ok,” I said, maybe a little too quickly. “You should have a few tricks in your quiver before you start menacing the male population of Philadelphia, don’t you think?”

Bucky’s grin widened, storm clouds chased away by the sun. “Might be nice to bring something to the table, yeah.”

I sat up on my knees and reached out, saw his eyes go straight to the thick line of my dick that was already stretching my shorts to the limit. “Lesson one,” I said as his fingers met mine, “kitchen sex isn’t for beginners.”

#stucky #high school au #bisexual bucky barnes #virginity

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onelovewonderwoman · 6 years

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falling in love/slow burn • steve harrington

oooooouuuuuu this is just a lil headcanon for our baby steve. it’s my first one, so please take it easy. i’m pretty sure i our too much detail, but i’ll work on it with more headcanons i’ll do in the future and try to make them better

tags : @running-outta-time @i-just-wanna-run-hell @munalisax @wolflhards @sammie-blogs @geeksareunique @violentlybarnes @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @the-quackson-claxon @five-foot-two-joanne @curly-haired-holland @spnhybrid @alexafromthefandom @ima-smol-acorn

masterlist

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💍barely knowing each other

• steve’s nancy chasing ass didn’t even know your beautiful ass existed outside of his tommy h and carol fucking ass circle

• you’re quiet as hell

• oh, oh, but despite the fact that he was a human being very pleasing to your horny eyes and had beautiful hair, he was still shit

• *hint, hint* him picking on jonathan for stupid ass reasons

• ouu but girl were you good at math or what

• steve wasn’t

• oh lookey here, you’re his tutor now

• fuck you mr. balding

💍acquaintances/the first time you ever tutored his *nice* ass

• he kept calling bull throughout the whole first tutor session

• i’m fine, i don’t need this shit

• it always had you thinking

• honey i think the fuck you do

• calm your tits i’m sure nancy’s fine without your dick for two seconds

• you could have gotten your face beat in for that

• really, you could’ve

• but no

• steve smiled

• he sMiLEd

• i didn’t know you had that in you

• you neither hoe, you neither

• now, you’re buds

💍friends

• y’all rlly got close ‘round valentine’s day

• you know what that means?

• you get to be his wingman (woman?)

• you watched the boy fuss over every little thing

•for nancy fucking wheeler

• (wait for it, she breaks his heart)

• he’s low key such a romantic oml

• and your dumbass falls for him completely

• ah shit

• aaaaaaaand with your help, he pulls off this beautiful ass dinner for nancy whoop dee doo you’re in love with no chance of getting your bae

•or do you??

• the moment after he got into that fight with jonathan he came running to you

• he was so vulnerable holy shit

• and the fact that he confided in you like that

• i die

• you had flutters the whole time whilst you held a (not the most convenient but hey) ice pack up to his bloodied face

• a) because of the fact that this boy always manages to give you butterflies for no apparent reason, literally just his face makes you light up

• and b) because you might actually have a chance with THE steve harrington, fucking king of hawkins high school

• soooooo, you talked to him

• assured him that it would be okay

• but that he was still being an ass

• okay, you were brutally honest

• but that's what he needed

• oi and the boy became enamoured with how easily you told him he was a dick

• but that he could still change that

• it could’ve been the hits, or the post break up

• it could have been anything really

• seriously, it could have been anything

• okay he kissed you.

•smack. dab. on. the. lips.

• oh my shittaki mushrooms i kissed king steve

• oh but remember when you were being brutally honest with him? yeah, when you told him he could still change?

• he didn’t

• hoe, he was crawling back to nancy, and you were there

• yeah, when all those christmas lights were flickering and shit

• you found out about what rlly happened to will

• but less back up for two seconds tho

• two hours after you kissed him : y/n… you know that’s just probably the concussion talking or something. i’m really sorry

• of course it is

• you’re a sucker, so obviously you stayed with the boy you were in love with but was slowly breaking your heart

• but you knew, you knew that it wasn’t just a fucking concussion either. you knew, and so did that morherfucker steve harrington

• it’s not just a concussion is it?

not even being sure what y’alls are anymore cause shits getting confusing and he’s still with nancy, but always giving you these weird “i wanna love you” looks

• of course the boy can love you, you wouldn’t deny him

• but he stayed with nancy for some reason you couldn’t fathom

• anywho, let’s fast forward out of the slow burn and onto the infamous, tina’s halloween party

• yalls are funny if i’m bringing (i love dacre, don’t get me wrong) billy’s racist ass into this head canon

• you watched nancy get hammered

• and steve walk out of that bathroom looking ready to cry a river

• god why do i love him so much??

• you drove him home and comforted him the whole night

• also reassured him that he wasn’t the one who killed barb, and that everything that happened and is happening, was NOT his fault

• he gave you that look again

• like the first time he confided in you and *cough, cough* kissed you

• before yalls got too deep in your staring contest tho, you got away (you slick (ish) motherfucker)

• i’m gonna get you some hot cocoa and call your mom, she’s probably worried

• she was

💍being dustin’s mom and dad whilst looking for dart as he continues to try to set you two up

• you’d gone with steve, once more (cause, wingman, duh), as he went to make amends with nancy

• only to find she wasn’t there

• and get a free kid instead

• dustin was soooo keen on getting you two together

• despite the stress of finding the demo dog that ate his cat (r. i. p. mews)

• steve gave him that talk about “electricity” (which, honey, we know was about you. don’t think for a second it was about nancy) cause dustin asked

• but dustin also, not so subtly, asked steve

• so is that, like, what you feel with y/n?

• i think you mean nancy, dustin

• no, he’s right.

• HoLy sHiT

• girl, you know this boy was looking down with the widest fucking eyes while throwing that god damn meat on the ground

• silent glances throughout the rest of the walk

• dustin’s looking all smug and smol the whole way to the empty lot

• it’s not until you get there and meet lucas and max that you start talking to steve

• yalls are setting up the bait and trap for dart when steve yanks you to him

• yAnKs *cough* kinky *cough*

• oh yeah, and he kisses you again

• all the kids are just gaping

• i’m sorry for not realizing that it was me and you who had that electricity sooner

• you were just dazed as fuck cause the boy’s become such a better fucking kisser over the months “uh huh”

💍together forever

• you’re there to help your bae beat the shit out of billy hargrove

• also drive the kids cause you ain’t about that irresponsible life

• #badasscouple

• after the whole upside down shit, things go back to as normal as they can get

• steve’s a lil traumatized, but you’re always there for him, and vise versa

• he makes you his queen

• a. k. a. makes sure everyone knows you’re his and his one and only

• #kingandqueenofhawkinshigh

• but he’s even more sweet and romantic when it comes to you

• ajsnksns yalls know he’s such a sweet caring baby

• but also such a mom

• like when i said being dustin’s mom and dad

• you’re his dad

• steve’s his mom

• staying with him throughout everything just made it so worth it in the end

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things #stranger things x reader #angst #fluff

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wikiangela-fanfics · 3 years

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“You being there was all I needed” - Buddie oneshot

Yep, it happened. Buddie sucked me in and now I’m writing about them hahaha

It’s my first fic about them, and I’m not necessarily happy with how it turned out, but at the same time I kinda like it XD Hopefully, any new ones I write about them will be better haha

2k words, most of it under the cut cause it seemed kinda long haha

Ao3 here

Enjoy ♥

(also, shoutout @oliverstarkkk for reading and liking it haha your response to this fic gave me enough confidence about it to actually post it ♥ hah)

***

He woke up hearing faint sounds of conversation from the kitchen. He immediately knew that Buck had to come over, since he was the only one who had a key. Then he heard his laughter, which only confirmed what Eddie thought. The only thing he was a little confused about was why Buck was there so early. And why didn’t he or Christopher wake him up.

He picked up his phone to check the time. It wasn’t even 9am yet. They had a day off after the 24-hour shift they’d just finished. How the hell did Buck get out of bed so early on his day off after a 24-hour shift and having spent the evening before with them?

Eddie stretched, putting his phone away. Then he sighed and got out of bed. He quietly made his way to the kitchen, where he saw Buck and Chris making breakfast. It immediately brought a smile to his face. Buck was so great with his son, and Chris loved Buck so much.

Eddie leaned against the door frame, watching Buck put another pancake on the pile on the plate, while Christopher was sitting with another plate in front of him, decorating a pancake with fruit and whipped cream that could be seen all over the table.

“What’s happening here?” Eddie asked, and both Chris and Buck looked at him, startled.

“Happy birthday, daddy!” Chris yelled, laughing. Eddie was a little surprised, as he kind of forgot about it. But in his defense, it was early.

“You were supposed to be asleep. We wanted to bring you breakfast to bed.” Buck said, trying not to smile.

“Sorry.” Eddie rolled his eyes with a chuckle. He walked towards the table, leaning down to leave a kiss on Chris’ head.

“Happy birthday, Eddie.” Buck said with a soft smile, handing him a plate with the pancake that Chris was preparing on it.

“Thank you both. You shouldn’t have.” he said, not able to take his eyes off of Buck, whose cheeks got a little pink.

“It was Christopher’s idea.” Buck shrugged. “Now, sit down and eat, Chris made them, I just fried.”

“Oh, really?” Eddie looked back at his son. “When did you learn how to cook?”

“Buck and abuela taught me.” Chris laughed. Eddie could listen to that laugh forever.

“Good. You can cook for me then.” Eddie smiled, taking a place at the table next to his son.

“Buck can cook for us.” was Christopher’s answer in such a tone, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Eddie looked up and his eyes met Buck’s. “Right, Buck?”

“Of course, buddy.” Buck smiled, his eyes not leaving Eddie’s. A long moment passed, with them just exchanging a fond look, before Buck cleared his throat and turned away to start cleaning up after cooking. “So, what are you gonna do today?” he asked.

“Spend the day with you two.” Eddie shrugged. That’s honestly all he wanted to do for his birthday. He didn’t care what they were gonna do, he just wanted to be with Christopher and Buck. “But first would you sit down and eat breakfast with us?” he asked Buck, as Christopher grabbed a pancake and already started eating. “We’ll clean up later.”

“I will clean up.” Buck clarified, taking a place opposite Eddie. “It’s your birthday, you’re not doing a thing today.”

“Fine with me.” Eddie smiled widely. He observed as Buck took whipped cream and poured like half of the bottle onto his plate. Then he poured some straight into his mouth before noticing that Eddie was observing him, and blushing a bit.

“What?” Buck asked. Eddie just shook his head. He wasn’t going to say that he was staring because he thought Buck was adorable. And he was scared that if he opened his mouth, he would say just that.

“I want more whipped cream too!” Chris exclaimed, and Buck was happy to help.

Eddie just sat there, observing his two boys make an even bigger mess in the kitchen. Fortunately, he wasn’t the one who would be cleaning that.

***

They didn’t do much. They went to the park, played with Christopher on the playground. They got ice cream. They ate lunch. And then they went back to Eddie’s and watched a couple of movies. It was like their ordinary day off, but it was perfect. Eddie had fun and that’s really all he wanted for his birthday.

When it got late, Buck and Eddie put Christopher to bed together, per his request, and then Buck was about to leave. But despite spending the whole day together, Eddie did not want him to go. So he invited him for a beer.

They sat on the couch, drinking their beers in comfortable silence, until Eddie spoke up.

“Hey.” he said, and Buck turned his head to look at him. “Thank you.”

“What for?” Buck frowned with a little confused smile.

“For today.” Eddie shrugged, taking another sip of his beer.

“We literally did nothing special. It was what we always do.” Buck rolled his eyes.

“Well, you and Christopher were there, so it was pretty special.” Eddie said, not looking at Buck.

“Just wait for next year. I’ll plan something really special.”

“Like what?” Eddie asked with amusement, his gaze back on Buck.

“Don’t know yet. I have a year to figure something out. But it’s gonna be awesome.” Buck leaned his head back on the couch and looked at Eddie.

“I’ll hold you to it.” Eddie smirked, mirroring Buck’s position. So now they were just sitting there with their heads leaned on the back of the couch, staring at each other. “But seriously, today was great. You being there was all I needed. You and Chris.” he clarified and swallowed hard, hearing how it sounded. But the truth was, all he needed was his son and Buck. They were the two most important people in his life, which was kind of crazy because he’s known Buck for such a short amount of time… but as cheesy as it sounded, he believed they were soulmates. He just couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without Buck in it. And Buck was so great with Christopher, and they already acted like a family, and Eddie wondered… what if Buck feels the same? What if he wonders about them too? He never really dared to let himself think that far, but what the hell, it was his birthday and he could daydream a little. Even if Buck was right next to him.

“What?” Buck asked, when Eddie’s smile widened a bit. They kept looking into each other’s eyes, and at that point that wasn’t even weird anymore.

“I love you.” Eddie sighed, lost in Buck’s eyes, and just content to be there with him.

And then his brain caught up with his mouth, his eyes widened, and he started to panic. He raised his head and sat up straight, looking back at Buck with horor.

“You do?” Buck asked, and there was a hint of something in his voice… like hope? He blushed and seemed surprised and a bit nervous, but he didn’t move. He just kept looking at Eddie.

“Yeah.” Eddie breathed. He figured, if he’s already said it, he can’t just backtrack now.

“Okay.” Buck bit his lip, pouring a bit of his beer into his mouth, raising his head a bit to do that, then leaning it back again and looking up at the ceiling. “Good.”

Eddie was confused now. Buck looked confident now, and there was a hint of a smile on his face. “What?” it was Eddie’s turn to ask.

“I mean, I’m in love with you.” he said slowly, glancing at Eddie. “And apparently everyone could see it but you. And me, before I realized, with some help, to be honest, like-” he started rambling, and Eddie cut him off with a kiss. It was quick and rushed, and nervous, it was like testing the waters. “Or we can do that, instead of talking.” Buck nodded, as Eddie pulled away to look at him. “We can definitely do more of that.” he sat up to put his beer away, and then they were making out, more confidently now.

Eddie could not believe it was happening. He felt like he was floating. Buck was such a great kisser. And their hands started exploring each other’s bodies, and the kiss was getting more and more heated, with a lot of tongue and teeth, and moaning… God, Eddie loved to hear the small noises Buck made.

And then they heard a voice.

“Daddy?” Christopher said, and Eddie and Buck jumped off of each other and looked in the direction of the voice. Chris was standing there, looking at them with an unreadable expression.

“Hey, buddy, why aren’t you asleep?” Eddie tried to play it cool, but his voice was shaking and he was a little out of breath. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair and attempted a smile.

“I can’t sleep. Buck, can you read me another story?” he asked, and for a second Eddie thought maybe he somehow didn’t notice them making out. Which was not possible, but he could hope.

“Sure.” Buck said, sounding similar to Eddie. Eddie looked at him and saw his red face and flushed lips. He wanted to kiss him again. “Just give me a second and I’ll be right there, okay?”

“Okay.” Chris smiled and turned around. “Oh, by the way.” he added, before starting to walk back to his room. “I’m happy that you two are finally together.”

Eddie and Buck looked at each other in shock. Why the hell would Christopher say that? They were pretty obvious to everyone else, apparently, but a ten year old kid? Well, he might have been more perceptive than Eddie gave him credit for.

“I guess I have to go read him a story.” Buck said, still not moving.

“Yeah.” Eddie nodded. “I guess you do.” he took a deep breath, his eyes dropping down to Buck’s lips again. “And after you’re back, we will, uh, talk.” he said.

“Talk.” Buck repeated, sounding as if he has never heard that word before.

“Yeah, talk.” Eddie bit his lip, and Buck chuckled, leaving a quick lingering peck on Eddie’s lips.

“Sure. We’ll talk.” he got up. “I’ll be right back.”

And, well, after they made sure Christopher was really asleep this time, they sat down to talk. But it ended up with more making out, and promises that they surely will talk in the morning.

They fell asleep cuddled on the couch, still half sitting, and their backs were killing them the next morning. Eddie thought it was more than worth it. Because now he got to kiss Buck whenever he wanted, hold his hand, just do all the couple-y things he had wished he could do. And he could tell Buck he loves him, and that was just such a weight off his shoulders that he was carrying for most part of the past couple of years. And the best thing was, his son was completely fine, or even more than happy, than Buck and Eddie were together now.

***

“Hey, you know what?” Eddie asked a couple of days later, as they were cooking dinner together (well, Buck was cooking, Eddie was tasked with chopping the vegetables).

“What?” Buck asked, stirring in the pot.

“We got together on my birthday.” Eddie frowned.

“Yeah.” Buck looked back at him, an amused expression on his face. “So what? Are you scared that you’re only gonna get one gift from me?”

“No.” Eddie rolled his eyes. “But it’s not fair. Our anniversary should have its own day to celebrate it.”

“Anniversary? Wow, it’s only been a couple of days and you’re already a year ahead.” Buck teased, shaking his head. “How do you know it’s even gonna last?” he asked, but Eddie knew he was joking. They knew that what they had was special and they would fight to keep it.

“Oh, shut up.” Eddie chuckled. “I just mean…” he drifted off. What did he mean?

“I personally like that it’s on your birthday.” Buck walked over to him. “That way our anniversary is just all the more special, because my second favorite person in the world was born on this day.” he hugged Eddie, hiding his face in his neck.

“Second?” Eddie scoffed, trying to sound offended.

“I mean, I love you, but Chris will forever be my number one.” Buck said and Eddie felt a fond smile tugging on his lips. He loved that Buck loved Christopher so much.

“I love you.” Eddie said quietly, as Buck raised his head and left a quick kiss on Eddie’s lips.

“So you’re gonna let this anniversary thing go?” Buck raised his eyebrows. “We can’t just choose another day, that would be cheating.”

“Cheating?” Eddie frowned, a small laugh escaping his lips.

“I would feel bad celebrating on another day.” he walked back over to the stove. “It would be a fake anniversary. Besides, one day maybe we’ll have one on a different day.” he added more quietly, and even shyly. And Eddie’s heartbeat sped up. Was Buck suggesting… that one day he would want to marry him? “But that’s far, far in the future.” Buck added quickly, laughing nervously.

“Yeah.” Eddie breathed. They just got together, it was a long way to marriage. Although they were technically raising a kid together already… But Buck was right, that was way far in the future. That they will definitely have, because now that he had him, Eddie was not going to let go.

“You done with that?” Buck gestured to the half-chopped vegetables in front of Eddie, as if the conversation didn’t happen. But he was still a bit red in the face.

“No, give me a sec.” Eddie said, realizing that he was just standing there for the past few minutes, doing nothing.

There was no rush. They had time. And they had each other. He could not be happier.

#buddie #buddie fanfic #my writing #birthday #fluff #first kiss #buck and eddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #911 fanfic #love confessions #i'm so bad at tagging #I kinda like this one #but also it looked better in my head lol #my first buddie fic

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marshmarrowsans · 7 years

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Time Heals All Wounds: An Ending

Sooo I posted this fic without its epilogue because I didn’t want the anon who requested it to have to wait forever, and now the epilogue is here! Whoever sent in the original request, I hope you stuck around.

It was the best night of Sans' life. He'd never seen you so happy.

It was no big life event, no major milestone. All that had happened was you gave a stellar performance at a presentation you'd been dreading for weeks. He had been there in the audience to support you, of course. He was the only one who could tell how nervous you were. But then you fixed your eyes on him, and he flashed you that relaxed smile of his, and... it all went away. You knocked it out of the park. And you were ecstatic about it. Now he was walking you home from the event, you dressed to the nines and him looking pretty lack-luster in comparison with his same old hoodie and shorts, in the chilly evening air with crickets chirping a symphony all around you.

"Articulate, Sans! They called me exceptionally articulate!" You laughed, hopping up on a wooden ledge enclosing some flowers and walking along it like a tightrope. "When have I ever been described as articulate, let alone EXCEPTIONALLY so?" You seemed to have boundless energy, seemed to be itching to put it into something. He almost envied you, but more than anything, he just felt happy for you. He could practically feel the strong, healthy hum of your soul inside your chest. What he wouldn't give to see it, that beautiful soul of yours that made his own soul throb and sing...

He stood at your side, but down on the sidewalk, and offered you his hand. For balance, of course. You didn't hesitate to accept his quiet offer.

"i think you're exceptionally articulate," he offered, softly and matter-of-factly. You just scoffed at him. "Oh yeah? Bitch, where? When I was trying to say either 'fooey' or 'shucks' in front of Frisk and ended up screaming 'FUCKS!' and Toriel scolded me?"

He grinned so wide at the memory. "that's a certain kinda articulate. but nah. i was actually thinkin' about that letter you gave me. uh, a few months ago."

You blushed and seemed to falter a little. He held on to your hand tighter.

"don't fall."

"Don't tell me what to do." You recovered, and slowly began to smile again, but in a bit more of a bashful way. "... Anyways, that letter. I feel like we never really talked about it. Or the other thing I gave you. Have you needed to use it?"

Sans paused for a long, long moment. He didn't want to worry you. "... Hey, it's alright. If you have, then I'm glad that my gift is being put to good use, and if you haven't, I'll still love you."

God, he loved and hated it when you did that. His soul was too stupid to remember that you only meant it as a best friend kind of thing, so it never failed to skip a beat when he heard that from you. But at the same time, he knew how lucky he was to be hearing that from you at all. So he loved it more than anything, and hated it just a little bit, but he hated himself for hating it at all. He confused the hell out of himself sometimes, so much he almost forgot to speak. In the end, he decided honesty was better than secrecy.

"yeah. sometimes when i'm really sad, and it's like i can't trust in anything. and also sometimes when i'm really happy and i can't believe that things are going my way. it's crazy how much it helps. thanks a bunch." he chuckled softly. "see? i'm the inarticulate one here. you give me this amazing thing that... seriously helps me through some issues that nobody else has even tried to address. and all i can think to say is thanks. i dunno what else to say. but i hope you know i mean a lot more than just thanks. i don't know how to repay you."

You got the biggest, dumbest smile on your face, and he knew right away that you were up to something. You had a face like that meme cat with the knife pointed at it. He almost dreaded whatever fresh hell you had in store for him. "uh oh. not sure i like that impish look right after i offered to repay you for something big. what's up?"

You brought him to a halt by jumping down from your perch to the spot right in front of him on the sidewalk. "I know how you can repay me."

Oh, stars. You were so close to him and you were holding his hands in yours and your whole face looked even more beautiful than usual when you smiled like that.

"okayyy...?" While you were wondering if you were weirding him out a little, he was busy being completely and utterly distracted by your eyes and your lips.

"How 'bout a kiss, bone boy?"

...

"... huh?!" Sans was legitimately unsure if he heard you correctly, or if this was some kind of dream, or even a glitch in time. A glimpse into an alternate universe where you actually wanted him to...?

You held your hands behind your back, pursed your lips a little, and bounced on your heels, but you repeated yourself loud and clear. "Dude, I know you don't have lips, but come on. I've shown you Disney movies."

"no, i, i know what a kiss is, i just..." He clutched his chest, willing his soul not to just spring out and bare itself to you, not to prove beyond a doubt the strength and resilience of his feelings for you like it wanted to. "help me out here. are you being serious right now?"

You quirked an eyebrow at him. "Are you?"

Great. Now he was blushing like the idiot he was. He let go of your hands to pull his hood over his head in quiet embarrassment... but you just smirked at him and carefully, lovingly removed it again.

"Alright. Fine. I'm serious," you confessed. "What about you?"

He couldn't contain his soul anymore. It glowed in a distinct heart shape in the center of his chest, cast shadows of his ribs through his shirt, gave everything away without him having to say a single word. But he said it anyways, breathless with anticipation. "yeah..."

You moved in a little, then stopped, cracking a doofy smile. He knew just how you felt. He was feeling it, too, that simultaneous anticipation of something so new and so incredible just on the horizon, mixed with his love for you, the love that had been there for as long as he could remember, the love that made you his best friend, made you feel like home, made him smile when he thought about spending the rest of his life with you. It was that love for you that made him stand up on the tips of his toes and tilt his head back to offer his teeth to you. It was no glamorous Hollywood kiss, that was for sure, considering one party was lipless. But he didn't give a damn right now, and you gave negative damns. You cupped his cheeks in your hands, moved the rest of the way in, and began to kiss him.

Whether he ever admitted it to you or not, Sans had spent a lot of time over the past few months thinking about what it might be like to kiss you. Some days, when you had a bit of an attitude, he pegged you as a bit of a hard kisser, one who would dig your fingers into his skull and kiss him like your life depended on it, like you were stealing the breath from his non-existent lungs and leaving him gasping. Some days, when you were sad, he imagined that you kissed slowly and longingly, that you might pull him into your arms as your lips danced against his teeth and hold him in a silent plea to never leave you alone. Other days, when you were happy, and especially when you had some special moment together as best friends, he just imagined you kissing him with a smile on your lips, a smile to match his. Those theories were all a little right, but all a little wrong. It was no chaste kiss whatsoever. You pressed your lips to his mouth straight on at first, but then tilted your head and kissed him like you meant it. It was a firm and confident kiss, one that betrayed no hesitation, and you stroked your thumb over his right cheek, and you were smiling, he could feel it every time you tilted your head. He knew it was bad kissing etiquette, but he couldn't stop himself from opening his eyes a little to look at you. He couldn't see anything but your softly shut eyes, but god, you were the most fucking beautiful thing he'd ever seen. It took him a moment to realize that he was just standing there like an asshole with his hands hovering over your waist. He gently rested his hands there, the warmth of your body just reaching his fingers, just enough to bring him total clarity.

Holy shit.

He was experiencing his first kiss.

He was kissing his best friend.

He was kissing you.

He found himself kissing you harder at that realization-- pulling you closer to him, leaning eagerly into your touch, letting one hand roam up almost to your shoulder while the other roamed down to your hip. It felt like all those months of friendship unraveling all at once, or maybe blossoming was a better word-- yes, blossoming into something entirely new and beautiful, and that best friendship was still there, it always would be, nothing could ever make him stop thinking of you as his best pal. But it gave way to something else, too: the kind of love that set his soul ablaze. You were everything at once to him.

When you pulled away, neither of you could tell, but you both had the same expression. Wide-eyed and smiling, in disbelief, in awe. In love.

"Holy shit," you spoke first, in a low whisper.

"the holiest of shits." Sans grinned up at you, a familiar smile with a rare blue blush. And then he stretched up to give you another kiss. This one was much shorter, because after a couple of seconds, you both got a case of hysterical giggles and had to pull away from each other.

"Hehehe! Damn it, Sans." You hugged him and rested your chin on top of his head. He nuzzled gratefully into your chest, feeling like he could just purr like a cat when you rubbed between his shoulder blades. "Alright. Fess up. How long?"

"oh geez. i mean, i realized it when you gave me the pocket watch. but, at that point, i was already..." he trailed off. He didn't want to come on too strong. He didn't want you to freak out if he dropped the L-bomb that was on the tip of his tongue. But he looked up and saw the hope in your eyes and knew that it would be alright. "... i was already in love with you. and i was too far gone to remember when i must've actually, uh, fallen for ya'. but if i can make an educated guess? considering you're you, 'mpretty sure i must've started falling for you the day i met you."

You laughed and gently pushed him away from you by the shoulders at that. "Sans... sweetheart. You are SUCH a sap. But what's important is that I love you, too. In case you couldn't tell by the passionate makeout we just had."

He huffed out a soft chuckle that produced a single cloud of mist in the night air. "we did just make out."

"Yep." "that's a thing that happened."

"I hope I can count on it happening again."

"you bet your sweet ass you can."

One moment, Sans was smiling up at you, happier than you'd ever seen him, wrapped up in your embrace. Then he took a step away from you, then turned his back to you and shoved his hands into his pockets.

"... Hey, is everything alright?"

Tick, tick, tick, tick...

He could feel the steady rhythm of the pocket watch in his hand without even taking it out of his pocket to look at it. He shut his eyes, he focused on it.

Tick, tick, tick, tick...

It was strong. It was constant. It was certain. You were strong. You were constant. You were certain. This was reality, and nothing could take it away from him. But in the end, it was your voice, not the watch, that brought him back into the present.

"What's the matter? Talk to me."

"it's just... the happier i get, the more scared i feel. the more i have to lose, if..." he sighed, shaking his head.

"... The higher you are, the further you have to fall," you agreed quietly. "... yeah." He turned back around to face you. "but it's stupid. i can't live my whole life in fear of that." He reached out and held your hands, just like earlier. "... i'm ready to start... moving..." "... Forward in time?" you completed his phrase.

You smiled at him. He smiled back at you, reached up and tucked some of your hair behind your ear.

"yeah. forward in time. with you."

#sans #sans/reader #sans x reader #skelly boy's first kiss~#best friends to lovers #all that good shit #mod kasha

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skiasurveys · 7 years

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i am lonely

Name? jen

Age? 20

Hair color? blonde

Eye color?

brown

About Him.

Name? connor

Age? going to be 27

Hair color? brown

Eye color? brown

About you two.

When did you two begin dating? May 2016

What did you think of him? i thought he was funny and cute

What did he think of you? he thought i was cute but idk really what hsi first impression was

Who asked who? mutual

Did you like him before he asked you? yeah

How old were you two? i was 19 and he was 25 but he turned 26 like 3 days later lol

What did you think of it at first? i was happy and it felt awesome

Has it been a good relationship so far? yes

Has it been worth it? yes

Do you think it will continue? i do

Do you guys have a special place? not really

Cutest thing he’s ever done? prob one of the things i can think of was when i was having abad panic attack and he just held me and he told me he loved me and etc

Cutest thing you’ve ever done? i dont know ask him

Best gift he’s ever gave you? truck

Do you have a “song”? i cant help falling in love with you

Any inside jokes? sure

What was your most memorable experience? theres a lot

Could you give up something for him? i would

Is he your first anything? not first boyfriend but first for sex lol

Are you HIS first anything? i dont think so but idk for sure not first gf or sex partner lol

Would you change anything about your relationship? he lives far away right now

Has he ever cheated on you? not that i know of but i know he hasnt

Have you ever cheated on him? no

Have you two broken up before? yeah we actualy dated in oct 2015 then didnt talk til april 2016 and then started to date in may 2016

Have you talked to any of his ex-girlfriends? no unless i have and i didnt know

Has he talked to any of your ex-boyfriends? no

Do you think he would go behind your back? no

Do you get jealous easily? yeah i hate it

Does he? no unless he does and im just not aware

Do you think he’d make a good father? sure

Would you even have children with him? we dont want kids

Do you even want to get married to him? yeah

Kissed you in the rain? no

Fought with a guy for saying something about you? no

Would he even fight for you? maybe, sure

Have you two ever had someone try to break you two up? yep -____-

Has he ever bought you anything expensive? kinda but he did give me his truck

Has he ever made you feel warm & fuzzy? yes

Would you make it long distance? no but we are right now until june

Have you two ever gotten into a fight? yeah

A physical fight? no

Has he ever written you a letter? no

Have you ever gotten into it with a girl about him (fight with girl over him)? no

Would you ever? no unless a bitch was trying to fuck him or something then id fuck her up

Have you two ever spent the night together? duh

Been absolutely, ridiculously silly? yeah

How much do you love him? a lot i cant really describe it

What would he do for you? idk ask him haha

What would you do for him? anything he wanted except murder lmAOOO

How often do you two talk? everyday

When is your actual anniversary? 05.10.16 (May 10th 2016)

Does his family like you? yes they do

Does yours like him? kinda

How long do you plan on being with him? forever

Anyone disapprove? some do , fuck them

Has anyone ever tried to interfere? morgan did but i told him to fuck off

How often do you two argue? not overly

Do you like it when he surprises you? depends..

Are you proud to be his girlfriend? yes

Is he proud to be your boyfriend? i hope lol

When do you feel closest to him? when he spills his heart out to me

Do you prefer his hugs or kisses? kissing

Would you change anything about him? where he lives <-- same

Would he change anything about you? i dont know

What do you love most about him? he makes me smile when i dont want to

Have you ever gotten on his Myspace/facebook? yeah but i dont need to

Do you trust him? i do

Does he trust you? i hope

Do you guys tell each other everything? i do

Any secrets? i dont think so!

What’s your favorite thing to do together? everything

What reminds you of him? elder scrolls and anime LMAO

What’s the hardest thing you’ve overcome? having to let him leave for a bit but hes coming home :D

Do you truly love him? i do

Does he make you happy? honestly he does

How long have you known each other? almost 2 years

Were you friends before you dated? ehhhh kind of? we were flirty

Where did you go on your 1st date? he took me to the college to play smash bros and it was awesome, then to Noodle house for lunch and then back to his place to hang out. it was awesome

Most fun date you two have been on? theres a lot

Do you go on more alone or group dates? alone but i dont mind group ( depending)

Who usually pays for the date? he always does but i will pay for other stuff.

What does your man do to make money? renovations

How many years apart are you? 6.5 years

Do you normally date older or younger guys? older.

How did ya’ll first kiss? we were watching donald trump vids and then we were chilling and joking and then we were cuddling ( yes WHILE WATCHING DONALD TRUMP MEME VIDS) and then he asked to kiss me and it happened

Did he use any cheesy lines? no

Who said, “I love you” first? me lol

What was the first thing he gave you? i cant remember

What’s the most expensive thing he’s given you? his truck

What’s the cutest thing he does? when he cuddles me and makes happy noises lol ( if that makes sense)

What does he call you? Jen, babe, baby, babygirl

How well does he know you? pretty well

How well do you know him? more than most people

Do you know any of his ex’s? no

Is he friends with any of his ex’s? i dont think so

What is one thing that really annoys him? stupid people

Are you happy? with him

Is he the best kisser out of all that you’ve kissed?yes

How many kids does he want to have?

0Longest relationship you’ve been in and who was it with? the one i am in now

Shortest relationship you’ve been in and who was it with? like 3 months and was with this guy named dylan barf

Are you happier single or in a relationship?

relationship

Do you tend to date outside of your race?

not really connor is half white doe

Ever had a rebound? no

Have you ever been someone’s rebound? probably

Have you dated both sexes? no

Has anyone ever seriously proposed to you? no

Who was your most painful breakup with? when connor dumped me trhe first time hahah but were together

Are you one of those people in relationships who break up and get back together frequently? no we dont play games. the first time was just timing

Do you believe in breaks? no youre pathetic if you take them. its really just a way to fuyck others

Has anyone ever cheated on you? no

Have you ever cheated on a significant other? no thanks that is disgusting

Have you ever been in a long-distance relationship? we kinda are

Did you ever have one of those elementary school boy/girlfriends? no

In relationships, do you tend to be the clingy one? yes

Are you currently with your first love? kinda

Do you still talk to the person you first fell for? no

Do you seek approval from your friends before going out with someone? no

Have you ever been “the other person”? How did that go? no

Have you ever been in love? If yes, how many times, and how do you know it was love? yeah this one and because all the songs make sense and when i see him happy thats all i want and i dont think about myself anymore

Have you ever changed for someone, if yes, how? yeah but for good

What’s the most important part of a relationship?

trust, communication, happiness

Do you like to be in serious relationships or just flings? serious

How many people have you ever hooked up with? 0

Do you believe love can conquer all things? not cancer

Do you think long distance relationships can work? Why or why not? I am in one currently but its short time, so yeah they can you just have to work at it and trust them. I dated someone who lived acrossed seas and that didnt rly work. i hate ldr i am only in one rn because its short and i love him enough

Have you ever fallen asleep in someone’s arms? yes ^-^

How’s your heart lately? lonely

Do you feel like anyone is playing mind games with you right now? no

Would you fight for love? yea

Do you have something that belongs to someone from your past? yea

Was the last time your heart pounded like crazy for a good or bad reason? bad

Have you ever kissed two people in one night? yea lol

Do you want to be in a relationship with someone? i am in one

Do you think anyone has feelings for you? he does

Are looks important in a relationship? yep you have to be attracted ok, dont even lie about that

Are relationships ever worth it? yes

Are you a virgin? no

Are you in a relationship? yes

Are you in love? YES

Do you forgive betrayal? depends

Have you ever cried over a guy/girl? yeah..

Have you ever experienced unrequited love? when i was younger

If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say? i dont know what i would say because were dating so it would be rly hurtful

What is your definition of cheating? when you want someone else as your bf/gf. when you flirt with them, kiss them, fuck them, tease them, etc, lead them on. theres emotional and physical cheating. both are awful. if you are NOT happy dump the other person pls!!!

Are you nice to people you dislike? im an adult

Have you ever thought about giving up on someone but couldn’t? yea

Can you recall the last time you liked someone a lot? right now

Is there someone that you’ll never be over? i dont have to worry about that

Is he sweet to you most of the time, or is he mean towards you? sweet

Does he ever go out drinking? Is this something you’re concerned about? no

Does he ever really open up emotionally to you? Is he that way to everyone? yes and he doesnt open up to anyone else

Does he truly care about how you feel and what you have to say? yes

Is he usually more optimist or pessimistic? realist

Does he treat you like you’re royalty? no but i dont expect him to because i dont treat him like a king or a god, i treat him like my lover/soul mate/best friend, and he does the same. he treats me well

Does he ever hold you hand in public? yes :3

Are you all into the ‘public display of affection’ thing? no but kissing is cool

Is this relationship more based on love or lust? love

Do you feel closer to him than anyone else you associate with? yeah… i do..

Tell me exactly in detail how he makes you feel: i cant explain it and i feel stupid that way but he makes me feel like everything is gonna be okay and that life is alright and that im safe wit him. he makes me happy and peaceful, he brings out the best (unless hes moody then i get annoyed lolol)

Has he ever let you wear any of his clothes before? Which items? not rly i dont wear

When you’re sad, broken down and crying, what does he do to comfort you? he holds me in bed

Have you two ever shared food or a drink with one another? yes

Do you two ever go to the movies? Do you just make out the whole time? we pay 11 bucks each for a movie we aint gonna make out, thats a netflix n chill thing bru

When you first met, did you think it would end up the way it is?: no

if it came to it, would he rescue you at 3am if needed?: im sure but it woiuld be kinda hard rn ,lol

Ever layed in bed together in each others arms?: yah

Would you trust him if you left the town for a month with no contact?: honestly i couldnt live like that i would get nervous and i need to hear from him

Does it bother you if he doesnt say ‘i love you’ when he leaves?: not rly unless i say it

Do you text a lot?: yes

Does he ever stick up for you and defend you? he doesnt have to no one saying shit about me

Would you say he’s overbearing when it comes to protecting you? no

Do you ever keep the notes he writes and things he makes you? he doesnt makew me anything

Does he normally explain to you how much you mean to him? only when we fight. thats the only time he makes an efffort lol

Do you like being kissed spontaneously or asked? either

Have you ever loved anyone else? no

Has he ever loved anyone else? im sure

Have you talked about a future together? yes

#connor #boyfriend #boyfriend survey #survey #relationship survey #i miss him

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