#I know I’m posting late but I want i didn’t wanna wait until tomorrow sooo

[messrmoonyy]

- The gilded cage

Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader

Request- how about some of the girls going along to the mayors party in Saint Denis. Have you seen the cut content of Molly when she was meant to be at the party? So Dutch takes Molly along, Arthur takes reader? And what if Arthur gets a a little jealous of reader mingling and then they sneak away for some smutty time together…

A/N- this is my first Arthur fic so he may be a lil out of character whilst I get to grips with writing him. I also have not written straight smut in like 2 years. But we vibe. Enjoy

Also shoutout to @devnmon for supporting and enabling my rdr2 brainrot. You’re a real one

Warnings- 18+ | smut: unprotected p in v, semi public sex ( wc - 7.7k )

Masterlist / AO3

Saint Denis was a little too rich for your blood. You’d only ventured into the city a handful of times, but the times you had you’d decided you didn’t really like it. You felt too… common. You never had liked the wealthy, flaunting their security and safety that was wrapped up in dollars and gold. 

But. You loved money. God did you love money. And as much as you hated the residents of the city, you sure loved robbing them blind. You always had had a knack for making the rich mysteriously lose their dollars and their watches, it had been the sole reason you’d ended up in Dutch’s gang in the first place. 

You’d even tried picking his pockets at first.

But you were on best behaviour tonight. Under Dutch’s orders. And you figured as boring as that sounded, you’d oblige. Simply because the men rarely let the girls get involved with any of the interesting stuff in camp. There was only so much laundry you could do before your brain truly went numb from boredom. Only so much listening to Miss Grimshaw nagging at you to do some work or Micah antagonising someone over something stupid. 

So even with Dutch’s strict orders to behave and your dislike of the city, you had jumped at the chance to come along to the party. 

“ i can practically smell the money “ you sighed as you took Arthur’s hand to step down from the coach, already hearing the bustle of the party happening somewhere out the back of the mansion in front of you “ you sure I can’t go pickin? Just a lil “ you were half joking, half not. On the times you had wandered into the city, the stuff you’d gathered picking your way around the saloons and back alleys had been a decent haul. The stuff some of these people carried around on the average day was enough to fund the food for the whole of camp for a couple days or more. 

Who knew what kind of goodies they’d have on them in their finery. 

“ no miss “ Dutch’s stern voice sounded, but he was sporting a small look of amusement “ keep those talented hands of yours to yourself. This is about business. We steal nothing. That goes for all of you. Steal. Nothing. Unless it’s information “ 

“ don’t worry. I’ll keep her in check “ Arthur spoke with a small chuckle, placing a hand lightly to your back. 

“ this is why we shouldn’t have brought the women. They always cause trouble “ Bill complained, as he stepped out of the second coach with Hosea, making you scowl. 

“ I hope you aren’t grouping me into that Mr Williamson “ Molly piped up with a disapproving scowl of her own as she stepped out of the coach, seemingly more mad at Dutch for not helping her out more than at Bill though. Arthur offered her his hand instead, helping her step onto the path without breaking her neck in her extravagant dress. 

Always the gentleman. 

She looked wonderful and you had begun to wonder if she had owned that dress all along or had gone out and got it special. Maybe Dutch had picked it up for her. It wouldn’t surprise you if she had been lugging it around from place to place, waiting for some perfect moment to pull it out. She always did look more put together than the majority of camp. Though you really didn’t understand how she could walk in the dress she was currently wearing, skirts full and you guessed pretty heavy too. 

“ no need to bring you “ Bill continued. 

“ I ain’t even causin’ trouble “ you piped in, throwing your own scowl Bills way again “ When did you last contribute to the box anyways huh Bill? I don’t see you doin’ nothin’ but sit around all damn day. No need to bring you I say. Jus’ cause you ain’t got no lady on your arm you’re complainin’ bout me and Molly “ 

“ what? A lady like you? I should be damn lucky I ain’t “ 

“ why you- “

“ Bill I suggest you leave it “ Arthur murmured lowly, planting himself between you and Bill before you did in fact cause some trouble. Bill grumbled something, spitting on the floor with a look of disgust and turning away from you. 

Dutch sighed heavily, looking increasingly pissed off at the group in front of him and held his arm out to Molly. 

“ Miss O’Shea “ It pained you a little to know he was probably only being nice to her tonight for appearances sake. He’d been practically ignoring her recently. And wasn’t doing Molly any good. You hoped a night out of camp would do her well “ now would you all just calm. Down. We, are simple distinguished gentleman, here for business. So start damn acting like it “ you scoffed at that, making a pointed look in Bills direction as you did 

“ distinguished my ass “ 

“ play nice now “ Arthur said quietly, but you heard the smile in his tone as he did. He then offered you his arm as Dutch had done to Molly. But unlike Dutch the act didn’t feel performative, a way to blend in and appear far higher class than they actually were. Arthur actually was a gentleman. For the most part anyways. 

“ why thank you mister “ you said in a cheery tone, throwing him a coy smile and slipping your gloved hands into the crook of his elbow. 

It did feel a little funny to be walking beside him like that. All dressed up and in clothes that weren’t smeared with gun oil, dust or god knows what else. It made your mind drift a little to what life could’ve been like. 

Your group crossed the street, promptly being stopped at the gates 

“ gentleman “ the guard greeted, taking the invitation from Dutch’s hands “ the mayor doesn’t allow guns at official functions “ the way he looked at Dutch and the others was almost demeaning. Like he knew you were all riff raff and of course would be the sort to attend such an event armed “ Not after last years incident “ none of the boys seemed particularly thrilled to be handing over their firearms. Arthur in particular sighed heavily beside you as he handed his pistol over. 

He didn’t like being unarmed. Especially when he was out with you. You usually also had your gun belt permanently fixed at your waist. But it wasn’t exactly fitting with your current attire. 

Though you did note the guards didn’t even spare a glance to you or Molly, which in turn made you all the more smug knowing you had your knife tucked into your boot. Just in case of course. 

“ Luca here will take you gentleman to Mr Bronte. I believe he is expecting you “ 

“ I know you got that knife in yer boot “ Arthur said lowly so that no one else would hear. 

“ he ain’t said anythin’ about knifes. Only guns “ Arthur smiled and shook his head slightly, placing his hand over yours for a moment. 

“ that’s my girl “ 

You walked up the neat cobbled path to the mayors house then, unable to do anything but look in awe at the huge house in front of you. You’d thought Shady Belle was something spectacular, had walked around every room imagining what it had looked like in all its glory. Amazed at the vastness of the place and all the rooms it had. 

And yet it was nothing compared to this place. This was real money. 

“ I look okay? “ you asked, suddenly feeling ever so slightly nervous, smoothing your hand over your skirts. Even in your attempts to look as clean and put together as you did, some part of you felt like everyone would see you were a walking sham. 

All in all you knew you probably did look fine. The dress was the most lavish thing you’d ever owned, you didn’t even want to guess how much it had cost Arthur. It was still on the simpler side, skirts not quite as full as Mollys and not as detailed. But it was beautiful. Pale pink and ruffled shoulders and details on your skirts, gloves up to your elbows in a material so soft you’d sighed when you’d first pulled them on. 

It all made a nice change from the usual simple clothes you wore, hips weighted by skirts rather than your gun belt. And skirts that didn’t have a million holes darned over. 

And Arthur had picked it all out. Had picked it himself especially for you. 

It did make you smile to imagine him in the tailors, completely out of his depth when it came to women’s fashion but determined to find you something nice. Your big, tough cowboy staring blankly at fabric swatches and fancy hats. 

“ gonna be the prettiest girl here “ you smiled warmly at his words, hand smoothing over your dress again. 

He’d turned up that morning into your shared room of shady Belle, finding you hiding away from Miss Grimshaw on the balcony, the dress draped over his arm along with some fancy suit and tie get up for himself. He’d looked almost sheepish as he’d shown you it, promising to go get you something else if you hated it. Which of course you hadn’t. 

You’d practically jumped with joy at being able to go out on a job. The boys so rarely let the girls do anything meaningful other than tend to camp. Though this particular outing you knew Dutch had only brought you and Molly along because it would make your group seem a little more agreeable. Something about women making them look a little less intimidating. And of course Dutch and Arthur’s partners were the most obvious of choices. 

Much to Mary-Beth and Karen’s dismay. Though they had very quickly changed their mind at the idea of having to hang off Bills arm all night. 

It wasn’t exactly the reason you wanted to be brought along. But you took it. 

The inside of the mansion was as glorious as the outside, it almost made you angry that people had such wealth. That these people could sleep in a new room each night of the week if they felt like it, when people were starving outside of their gates. 

“ Hosea, Bill. Take the ladies out and enjoy the party. We’ll join you after we pay our respects to signor Bronte. Arthur, with me “ Arthur gave a curt nod 

“ I won’t be long “ he assured, hand slipping down around your back and leaning down to your ear “ hands to yourself “ you scoffed as he said it, looking up at him as he stepped away from you. 

“ I can’t promise “ you caught his smile as he walked over to Dutch and the staff. Disappearing up the stairs. 

“ it’s just this way “ one of members of Lemieux’s staff spoke, gesturing the four of you in the direction of some doors leading out into the party. 

“ let’s go ladies. You fancy a drink? “ Hosea said cheerfully, following closely behind you and Molly as you headed outside. You were ushered out into gardens, a mass of the rich and wealthy of Saint Denis all crowded around. Drinking and laughing at things you were sure were not as remotely funny as they were making it out to be. 

Bill quickly made himself scarce, disappearing into the crowds to do lord knows what, much to your joy. 

“ right. Champagne? “ Hosea excused himself to collect some drinks and you stood on the back porch looking down at the groups of people. 

So far removed from what you were used to. You wondered how they’d react knowing you and your little group were currently sleeping in a barely standing plantation home, half of you out under the stars. That you were frauds. Not glamorous and wealthy like them. 

In your experience the rich liked to pretend the poor didn’t exist. Unless they were hiring them as help. 

“ oh I missed this “ Molly said beside you, almost dreamily in tone. And seemingly more to herself than to you. It was quite possibly the happiest you’d seen her look in days. 

She fit right in. Her gorgeous dress rivalling that of some of the other woman down in the courtyard, her hair piled up on her head and her fancy jewellery that was actually hers. Not something stolen from an unsuspecting lady in town. This was Molly. Money and wealth. It still baffled you how she had ended up with Dutch, how she could leave that all behind for a life wandering. 

“ you go to party’s like this a lot? Before Dutch I mean “ she gave a small shrug, searching in her small purse for a moment before placing a cigarette between her lips. You could imagine an even younger Molly, a bright eyed teenager done up all fancy and weaving her way through a party just like this one. 

“ sometimes “ her eyes were scanning the crowds, practically sparkling at being surrounded by the upper class again “ wonder what kind of people are here “ she seemed to be talking more to herself than you again and very promptly dismissed herself, heading down the stairs and gliding between the guests. Like some true social butterfly, decked out in her finest. 

Hosea returned with three glasses of champagne and a slightly confused look noticing Molly had vanished. 

“ eh more for me “ he said with a smile, handing you your glass before promptly finishing his own and moving onto what would’ve been Mollys “ I’m going to do some snooping. You’ll be alright? “

“ I’ll be jus’ fine Hosea “ you said with a smile and watched him too disappear down into the crowds. 

It was interesting to watch them, to see them behave as if this entire event was a normal evenings activity. Maybe for them it was. But it all felt so… false. People who appeared to be friends but didn’t seem to even really like each other, some silent competition between everyone to have the better dress. The better hat. The biggest house. 

You’d take your creaky cot under the stars with Arthur any day, would much rather sit around the campfire getting tipsy and singing. Surrounded by real family. Real friends. Relationships built on loyalty and protection. Not on trying to out do each other. 

You walked between the small crowds, eavesdropping on conversations in hopes to find something useful. Something to take back to Dutch to prove bringing you along wasn’t a useless endeavour. But it was mostly women discussing their elaborate hats, sharing stories of the terrible jobs their maids did, or complaining about their husbands poker habits. Or gossiping about how they had heard one of their friends was in delicate condition. 

You heard mentions of Leviticus Cornwall, but nothing concrete enough to warrant telling anyone about. 

You tried hunting down Molly, simply to have a friend to stand beside and not feel so…out of place. But she had vanished into the crowds somewhere. So you planted yourself on the side of an ornate water fountain, simply hoping Arthur would return soon. Maybe he’d dance with you, or take you walking around the vast garden laid out ahead of you. 

You two never really got the chance to do things like that. Romantic things. Arthur had his ways, of course. He’d take you out riding or sit with you on his lap by the fire, telling you about whatever interesting thing he’d discovered that day. He’d bring you flowers he’d pick from time to time, find you interesting things when he went wandering, let you read aloud to him with the excuse he wanted you to get better at it. When in reality you had seen him confess to his journal that he simply just liked to listen to your voice. 

He was far softer than he appeared. With you anyway. And as much as you didn’t like the kinds of people in attendance, you thought it might be nice to pretend for the night. To be two wealthy young oil tycoons, dancing and drinking champagne together, gushing about your money and your jewels. 

You made your way through another flute of champagne before he returned, interrupting your frivolous daydreaming. 

“ there she is “ you turned your head with a beaming smile at his voice, relief at a familiar face “ been lookin for ya “ he sat down beside you, looping an arm around your waist “ you behavin’? “

“ course I am. Ain’t took as much as a pearl “ you said quite proudly, though decided not to mention that the temptation had truly been hard to deny. Not only were these people rich, they were getting drunker by the second. They were practically begging to be robbed. 

“ good girl “ 

“ it go okay with ugh.. what’s his name? “ you asked, turning to face him. He looked just as uncomfortable with the entire situation as you did. This wasn’t his scene. It never had been. He’d grown up just as poor as you had. 

Arthur robbed the rich, he didn’t fraternise with them. 

“ Bronte. Yeah. Fine. Dutch he’s tryna find the mayor or somethin “ he ran a finger between his neck and collar of his shirt, clearly growing uncomfortable with it. It made you laugh a little. 

“ you ain’t cut out for the finer life “ 

“ no. I ain’t “ he was looking around at the guests in a similar way to you. With a mild sense of disgust “ saw some woman back there, hat so big she were topplin over “ you smiled and leant your head against his shoulder, he tucked you in closer to his side and dropped a kiss to the top of your head. 

“ was daydreamin whilst you were with Dutch “ you mused. 

“ yeah? About what? “ 

“ playin’ pretend. Bein’ fancy for the night. Y’know dancin’ and pretendin’ we got buckets of money “ the small sigh Arthur let out made you wonder if he thought that was a life you pined for. It wasn’t. Not really. Yeah, you liked money but.. you just wanted to be comfortable. Little ranch or a cabin some place quiet. Not poor. Not rich. Just. Existing happily “ ain’t us though “ 

“ you and me we… we ain’t like these people. We ain’t ever gonna be like these people “

“ we don’t gotta be. Me, you. Some pokey lil farm someplace out west? Now that’s the dream cowboy “ he chuckled and nodded, dropping another kiss to your head 

“ that’s the dream darlin’ “ you both sat quietly for a short while longer, watching the rich get drunker and more foolish. The odd person acknowledged your presence, greeting you as they passed or tipping their hat. But mostly they left you alone. It was at the point that one man drunkenly stumbled into a bush a few feet away that made you speak up again. 

“ never thought I’d miss that damn swamp. But lord above… these people “ Arthur scoffed as he too watched the fool try and right himself again, leaves sticking to the pomade in his hair 

“ yeah. I think I need a drink “ he patted your side lightly so you’d stop leaning on him and stood up “ champagne? “ 

“ oh well ain’t you just so kind sir “ you said in your best attempt a dramatic upper class drawl “ and you gonna dance with me after mister? “ you asked with a teasing smile and he rubbed a hand at the back of his neck for a moment looking almost sheepish. But he was smiling, the sweet genuine kind he only really seemed to show around you. 

“ sure darlin’. But I’m definitely gonna need that drink for that “ he ventured back into the crowds then and you stayed put, continuing to watch the guests laugh and talk about how incredible their lives were. 

“ I don’t recognise you “ an inquisitive voice spoke, tinged with that accent that the wealthy had started latching on to in some attempts to make themselves sound more superior. Smarter. Whatever. You thought it was quite ridiculous. You turned your head to look at the man, seeing if he was in fact talking to you. 

“ talkin’ to me mister? “ he was eyeing you up and down like he was somewhat intrigued but amused by you at the same time. A stupid top hat on his head adored with plumes and the chain of a pocket watch hanging from his pocket. It almost made you laugh at how your brain immediately began thinking about how you could steal it and how much it was worth. 

“ I am indeed miss “ he stepped closer, puffing on his cigar and not taking his eyes off of you for a second “ I have frequented many of the mayors parties but you… I do not remember you “ a small wave of panic flushed your skin but you remained calm. Not recognising you was far easier to work your way out of than if he had recognised your face. 

“ I’m new in town. My… uncle. He’s friends with Mr Bronte “ the man hummed, sitting himself down beside you. 

“ so you’re here with your uncle? “ you shifted slightly at his closeness but remembered you needed to keep up appearances so forced a smile onto your face 

“ yeah. And my husband. He’s around here someplace “ the man’s eyes immediately darted down to your gloved hands, probably noting the lack of a ring on your finger. You and Arthur weren’t married. But you may as well have been. He often referred to you as his wife, and he as your husband. 

He’d ask you one day. 

“ a lucky man “ the man said, blowing smoke in your direction and still looking you up and down. You decided at that moment you very much wanted to steal his watch. Dutch be damned. Having to put up with the likes of slimy rich men for more than ten seconds… well you figured that warranted you at least getting something shiny in return. 

“ oh well ain’t you just a charmer “ you said with a smile, placing a hand to his arm “ you here with your wife mister? “ the man laughed and shook his head, scooting a little closer to you.  

“ I’m more of a… free spirit “ you gave a small laugh, trying not to crinkle your nose at the smoke blowing in your face again. 

Arthur often smelt of fresh smoke, both cigarette and fire, and that fresh air smell that clung to your clothes after being out in the open air for hours. And you loved it on him, because it was well… him. The smoke from this man was far from appealing. But that watch…

“ ohh I see. You ain’t one to be tied down huh? “ your fingers inched closer to the man’s pocket, wrapping lightly around the chain. 

“ everythin’ okay here? “ Arthur appeared behind you, a glass in each of his hands.  

“ ah is this the fine man that brought you along? Well aren’t you lucky sir “ the man spoke and you noted he didn’t even glance in Arthur’s direction as he spoke, you were now looping the chain of his watch around your wrist. Just one small tug…

“ Mr Callahan “ Arthur murmured, handing you a glass and standing behind you with a hand to your shoulder

“ wonderful to meet you sir. Me and your wife were having a delightful conversation weren’t we dear? "The pressure of Arthur’s fingers increased as he spoke the sweet name, though you weren’t entirely sure it wasn’t because he’d noticed the man’s watch was now safely hidden in the fabric of your skirt. 

“ oh yes. Wonderful mister “ the watch discreetly made its way into your boot and you were ready to get away

“ where’d you find a beautiful thing like this sir? I may need to frequent the place myself “ he placed a hand onto your arm and finally looked up at Arthur rather than at you. He made your skin crawl. You didn’t hold a single ounce of remorse for the stolen watch 

“ oh no where you’d like “ his tone was a little snippy, the kind when someone was starting to piss him off but he was trying to keep his cool. And Arthur kicking off in the middle of the mayors party wasn’t exactly a part of Dutch’s plan. 

“ now I am so sorry but i believe my husband did promise me a dance “ you rose to your feet, sipping your champagne before placing the glass down and taking Arthur’s from his hands “ ain’t that right my love? “ 

“ yeah… need ya to come with me “ he said lowly, offering you his arm. His face had gone slightly dark, not entirely able to read him, you frowned slightly. But let him lead you away from the man, completely bypassing the area with couples twirling to the music. 

“ where we goin? “ you asked with a small laugh, latching onto his arm again and having to take quick steps to keep up with his purposeful strides “ Arthur?”

He didn’t answer immediately, simply led you away from the crowds and around the side of the mayor's house. 

“ You mad cause I took that watch? Look he deserved it- “

“ ain’t mad “ he mumbled, still leading you along. 

“ okay… so we stealin’ somethin’ else? “ you asked with excitement filtering into your words, already trying to figure out what it could be “ need me to act like a maid? I can do that real good y’know. Is it money? Papers? Oh, is it jewellery? Gold? “ Arthur chuckled at your excitement and shook his head, bringing you to a halt between some elaborately trimmed bushes and trees in planters. 

“ we ain’t stealin’ a thing “ you pouted with a mild disappointment and he chuckled again, advancing on you and backing you up against the wall behind you “ don’t gimme that look “ he tucked his fingers under your chin, nudging your face upwards to look at him. He was a god few inches taller than you, but he always made you feel ten times smaller when he looked down at you like that. 

“ what’s gotten into you? “ you asked with a giggle, hands slipping under his jacket to slide over his waist. 

“ just wanted some time alone with you is all “ 

“ behind some trees? You are a strange man sometimes Arthur Morgan y’know that? “ he gave a heavy sigh and brushed his thumb across your cheek softly, watching you intently. He always looked at you like you like you were the only woman on the planet “ you sure you ain’t mad about the watch? “ 

“ no. I ain’t mad. Feller flirtin’ with my woman and only loses his watch sounds like a good deal to me “ he grumbled, leaning forward to press a kiss to your lips. 

And a light bulb suddenly pinged on in your head. 

“ are you jealous? “ you asked, unable to hide your complete utter joy and amusement as the realisation hit you. He grumbled some kind of an answer and tried to kiss you again but you turned your head to the side, so he settled for your neck instead “ why Arthur Morgan. You are jealous “ 

He didn’t answer you again, simply tilted your head so he could get at your neck more, his other hand splaying over your lower back to tug you close against him. A mischievous streak ran through you and you chewed on your lip for a moment deciding whether or not to push his buttons. 

“ he was kinda nice to me y’know. He seemed a nice feller “ Arthur’s teeth grazed your skin at your words and your smile grew bigger “ kept me from bein’ so lonely with you gone “ 

“ he wanted to do more than keep you company “ your fingers ran through the long strands of his hair, sighing softly as he continued to kiss your neck 

“ you think? You gonna keep me company now? “ 

“ oh I’ll keep you company “ you had said it only really to tease. Thinking that actually, a sordid little moment with your lover behind the bushes would be an incredible improvement on the evening. 

But it was hard to simply just kiss Arthur. He had wandering hands, had lips as addictive as whiskey. Even when you assumed he wasn’t particularly trying to work you up, he did. But the way he was tugging at your body to keep you pressed against him, the way his lips were burning a trail along your neck and across your jaw…

“ Arthur… y’know anyone could come round here “ 

“ stay quiet then and they ain’t gonna be none the wiser “ your skin prickled with heat at his words and your hips involuntarily rolled against him. Maybe it was the thrill. Maybe it was the fact that he was so… needy. Desperate to remind himself that you were his and not some stupid rich man in an equally as stupid hat.

He groaned against your hot skin as you pressed against him, the sound igniting something deep in your bones. Flaring up through your veins and cursing like lava through your veins. 

Your hands found themselves back under his jacket, fingers tugging at his shirt to free it from where it has been neatly tucked into his pants. You knew you couldn’t get it off of him but you still wanted to feel. 

You hummed softly when your fingertips met his skin, as hot as you knew yours must be. He loved to feel you touch him, loved when dragged your nails across his back, sunk your teeth into his shoulder to quiet your moans when you were dangerously close to other members of camp. 

You wished you could do it in that moment. Wished you were back in your room, truly the only good thing to come out of Shady Belle was the fact that you had a room. 

But Arthur didn’t seem keen on waiting. Seemingly having some point to prove to himself. And you were more than happy to let him. 

His hands drifted down to the floaty material of your skirt, reluctantly pulling himself away from your neck to frown at the material in front of him. 

“ why you gotta have so many damn skirts? “ he grumbled, fumbling with the layers of fabric hanging from your waist. 

“ you picked the dress “ you reminded him with a smile, chasing after his lips again. Desperate to kiss him properly now that he had stopped his assault on your neck. He kissed you with a energy that demanded your attention, that drew you in and locked you in place. Hot. Wet. Addictive “ least it ain’t as big as Mollys “ you said when you let yourself pull away. 

“ yeah well I weren’t plannin’ on keepin’ you in it when we- god damn there’s enough fabric here to dress the entire camp “ you couldn’t help the giggle that fell past your lips, watching him try to figure out how he was going to play out whatever sordid thoughts were running through his head. 

Your own mind had quite ungracefully fallen into the gutter itself, realising exactly what Arthur wanted. And your constant desperation for the man in front of you overruling all your concerns at the location. 

He seemed to be getting a little agitated with your dress and you held back the urge to giggle at him. Instead opting to try sooth the frown lines worrying at his forehead, reaching forward to palm at him through the material of his pants. In hopes it would be some kind of incentive for him to hurry up as well. 

As much as you needed him as badly as you needed air, you were also still aware of exactly where you were. And how long it would take until Dutch came looking. 

“ c’mon Arthur “ you whispered, desperation beginning to fill your words “ ‘fore they notice we’re gone “ it had been his idea to take you away, and yet you were seemingly the more desperate of the two of you now. But how could he or anyone else blame you? When he was all gussied up like he was. In truth you liked his normal attire a little more. Liked him a little more… rugged. But lord did he look handsome in his suit, his hair and beard all neat and tidy. 

Arthur’s breath audibly caught in his throat from your touch and it seemed to effectively spur him on. 

“ yes ma’am “ He spun you around with strong hands to your waist, your own hands bracing yourself against the wall. The next moments were a flurry of his hands hitching your skirts over your hips, grabbing at your undergarments before a strong arm looped around your waist to pull you back against him. 

His hand disappeared under your bunched up skirts making you gasp softly as his fingers dipped into the warmth between your thighs. 

“ this all for me darlin? “ you could hear the smirk in his words, feel it as he brushed his nose against your cheek. The short stands of his beard tickled at your skin, sending a shiver snaking along your spine. 

“ course it is “ the sound of a lady drunkenly laughing a little too close by made you freeze, hand reaching around to grab at Arthur’s arm. 

He didn’t seem discouraged by the idea of someone stumbling upon you both, simply moved his hand up to grasp gently at your jaw, turning your face towards his to kiss you. His other hand was still between your thighs, and you sighed softly against his lips as he drew a thick finger between the wetness of your folds “ oh Arthur…“ 

Your cunt clenched around nothing. As if silently begging for his fingers to just push inside of you, take you in a way you had always found so much more personal than just sitting on his cock. His fingers that held his guns, that he used to beat people to death more times than either of you could care to count. Those same fingers working you open, covered in the slick evidence of your desire for him instead of gun oil. Fingers that cause pain and damage, but also sent you spiralling into mind blowing pits of pleasure. 

And paired with the current location? It just felt… dirty. Erotic. You felt no better than a common whore loitering in a saloon for custom. You wanted him so desperately, needed him. 

“ Arthur “ you sighed, pushing your self against his hand as he toyed with your swollen clit. 

“ tell me what y’need pretty girl “ he said softly, tickling your skin with his beard and dragging his tongue across your neck before sinking his teeth into the flesh, making you whimper. 

“ you- Arthur. You. Please “ his hand continued its gentle movements as he worked at your neck. You pushed your hips back against him, grinding against the hardness still trapped by his pants in a way that couldn’t be comfortable. His breath shuddered against your skin as you did, holding you flush against him to let you wiggle your hips in a silent invitation to just take you already. 

A smashing glass drew your attention briefly away from him again. And as much as you could let him do that all evening, you were still hyper aware of your surroundings. 

You silently wished he’d just waited until you were back at camp, could take his time with you on that shitty little bed in the privacy of your room at Shady Belle. 

But there you were. And there were hundreds of others only a few feet away too. 

“ stop teasin we ain’t got the time “ at any other time he’d have worked you into a mess with his fingers, even dropped to his knees and disappeared under your skirts, have you coming on his tongue over and over again just because he wanted to. But he hadn’t planned the situation well at all, and you weren’t exactly in the best of locations. If anyone so much as peaked around the corner of the building a little too far you were certain you’d be spotted. 

And wouldn’t that be a tale. 

“ ain’t you bossy “ you opened your mouth to snip back at him, but your words evaporated into nothing but a soft whimper as Arthur followed your demands, pushing past his desires to take his time with you. Truly it was his own fault that he couldn’t though, as he withdrew his fingers and fumbled with the buttons on his pants. 

“ Arthur “ you whimpered softly, breath stuttering at the feel of his swollen tip brushing between the wet folds of your cunt. 

“ quiet now darlin’ “ He pushed in slowly, in the way he so often did. Making sure you felt every single devastating inch, your back arching against his chest as your body flushed with warmth. Even after so many times the stretch was still a lot, a deep burning ache that eventually melted away into a blinding hot pleasure that burnt its way through your veins. 

He pressed on until he was flush against you, the material of his opened pants scratching against your soft skin as he held you there a moment. He exhaled slowly, his breath warm against your skin. 

It was never fucking with Arthur. Not very often anyways. It was love making. Soft. And slow. And a brutal pace that made sure you remembered he’d been there the next morning, but oh so drawn out. He was gentle. Tender. It had always shocked you how violent he could be and yet become so careful and soft with you. And even there, concealed by a few perfectly trimmed bushes and planters, he was taking his time. Reminding you that you were his. And maybe reminding himself of the fact too. 

Reminding himself that maybe there were men only a few feet away that wanted you. That would pay for the pleasure of your company. But only Arthur could have it, that he was the only one you would ever offer it too. 

That this deep rooted instinct to protect what was his wasn’t entirely necessary but god was it wanted. That his desire made your blood boil with lust, skin burn under his touch. 

“ That’s my girl “ he whispered, tone low and steady as he set himself into a bruising pace, still tightly holding onto you as he did. His face had fallen to your neck again, lips latching onto every inch of exposed skin they could. 

You were certain you were going to walk back into the party looking like you’d taken a dip with some leeches. 

You tried your best to be quiet, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in some hopes that mixed with the sounds of the party happening only a few feet away you wouldn’t be heard. But it was so hard to be silent when he was fucking you like that. So determined, so strong, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in hard. 

Your hand was still gripping at his arm, blunt fingernails digging at his skin through his jacket. His pace increased a little, settling into a steady rhythm that carved a devastating stretch inside of you. 

“ y’know I think that feller- that feller back there. He wanted you like this “ you couldn’t help the smile that pulled its way onto your face, still flushing with joy at his jealousy. You knew Arthur desired you carnally. Always had done and always would. But a reminder like the present one was always nice. 

“ y’think so? “ 

“ I know “ he grumbled, his pace increasing a little more, clearly attempting to take out his frustrations with the handsy man. But also maybe simply trying to assure himself in the process too. 

Arthur didn’t like to admit it but he was a little self conscious. You’d heard him talk down to himself in the mirror countless times, had seen the way he spoke about himself when you peaked over his shoulder at his journal. Had an almost crippling fear of abandonment that sometimes he did need to be reminded that you wanted him. 

“ poor feller “ you said with a small sigh before pushing lightly at Arthur’s arm so he’d let you go. You winced slightly as he pulled out, immediately missing the heavy feel of him there, and spun around tugging him back towards you by the lapels of his jacket “ ain’t got nothin on you “ you hitched your skirts up in your arm and wrapped your spare hand around the now slick length of his cock making him stutter a breath. 

His face was flushed, bottom lip shiny from kissing you. You wanted to absolutely devour him, strip him of his fancy clothes and remind him just how much you wanted every part of him. 

The look in his eyes was almost primal. Desire and lust burning so brightly it made your chest ache, to feel so wanted. To feel so desired. 

To have a man so usually controlled and put together, be reduced to not being able to even wait until you got home. That he had to have you there. Right there in that moment. He couldn’t wait. 

You needed him to pull you apart. To worship every inch of you in the way he so often did. 

But the side of the mayor's house was truly not the place for such a thing. 

“ no one could make me feel the way you do “ you whispered, stroking him softly in your hand as you tried to stoke the fire under his ego. Make him realise he truly had no reason to be jealous “ and him back there? He thought he could huh? Poor feller “ 

“ poor feller “ he echoed, sliding a hand over your leg and hitching it over his hip, sliding back into you with a welcome ease that made your head fall back against the wall. 

“ Thinks he could fuck me better than this? Man must be damn crazy “ you said with a smile, breathless as he fucked into you. You were practically dripping around him, the lewd sounds between you enough to make your skin flush. 

“ you’re mine darlin “ you nodded immediately. Not a single doubt in your mind on the matter. You were his. And he yours. That was how it would always be “ all mine, you hear? “ 

“ all yours Arthur. Ain’t no man in this whole damn country could replace you” 

He moved with more determination, thrusting into you harder in a way you knew was going to bruise your back from rubbing against the wall. His all too familiar deep, hard pace. You pulled him down by the back of his neck, muffling your whimpers with his mouth cautious again that you were getting a little reckless. 

“ that good? Makin me feel so good darlin’ such a good girl “ the entire thing felt almost animalistic. Desires so strong they couldn’t be withheld. Dirty. Filthy. Perfect. 

“ God Arthur “ the look on his face alone made you clench around him, never wanting him to leave, needing to feel the heavy bruising sensation as he split you apart for the rest of your life. He hitched your leg higher, hitting some new devastating part inside of you that made you see stars. Eyes rolling to the back of your head and unable to contain the sounds escaping your throat any longer. 

“ There she is, jus’ like that darlin I got ya” his grip on your leg grew restless, fingers dancing over your skin and trying to pull you as close to him as he could get you. He always wanted you close. Always wanted to feel your skin against his own. A moment later his thrusts became sloppier and you knew he wasn’t far off. Though quite frankly neither were you “ so pretty for me like this ain’t ya? My girl “ his words only pulled you closer to the edge, knot twisting tighter. 

“ Arthur I- “

“ I know. I know darlin, can feel it “ he almost cooed, lifting a hand to cup your face gently “ that’s it look right at me. That’s a girl right at me “ with his gaze so intense you couldn’t hold it any longer, biting down on your lip as you attempted to conceal your sounds of ecstasy as you came over his cock. 

He was barely a second behind you, a stuttered groan of a sound leaving him as he dropped his forehead against yours, painting your slick walls with rope after rope of come as you clenched around him. Holding him in place so that not a single drop of him would go to waste. It was a risky business letting him finish inside of you, truly it was. But in your sex drunk haze you didn’t care, couldn’t give a damn because it simply felt too good to give up. 

He nudged his nose against yours, brushing his lips against your own and kissed you softly. So tender and gentle, his hand carefully lowering your leg back down, slipping his softening length out of you making you wince. He kissed the crinkles it caused to show at the corners of your eyes, whispering a gentle sorry. He soothed his hands over your waist with a care very few men had for women those days. 

“ my girl “ he murmured, littering kisses across your cheeks and nose. 

When he pulled back you couldn’t help but smile. The dopey, soft kind. He was looking far less put together than he had done when you’d arrived, the pomade in his hair no longer serving its purpose after your fingers had gotten to it. He’d broken a sweat too, his forehead shiny. His skin flushed. 

The smugness was overwhelming though, could see it in his eyes. In the small smirk pulling at his lips. He seemed incredibly proud of himself. 

“ you are somethin’ else “ he mumbled as he finished readjusting his clothes, reaching forward to slip the ruffled strap of your dress back up your shoulder from where it had slipped. Pressing a kiss to the skin there for good measure. 

“ I ain’t the jealous one “ you teased as you combed your fingers through his hair in some attempt to tidy it. 

“ ain’t jealous. No idea what you talkin about girl “ he said with a small clear of his throat in some attempt to hide the obvious lie, you simply smiled again and pressed a kiss to his cheek 

“ mhm sure “ 

There was something about having to go back out into the party with the light ache between your legs, with the evidence of Arthur’s jealousy slowly dripping down your thighs. And Arthur seemed to think so too 

“ now. I believe you wanted to dance? “

[katnissmellarkkk]

Hmmm I should probably wait another day to post part two of Finnick being there for Everlark / being their friend but I don’t wanna sooo. Here it is 🤗

-

I see my mother lead in a group of mobile patients, still wearing their hospital nightgowns and robes. Finnick stands among them, looking dazed but gorgeous. In his hands he holds a piece of thin rope, less than a foot in length, too short for even him to fashion into a usable noose. His fingers move rapidly, automatically tying and unraveling various knots as he gazes about. Probably part of his therapy. I cross to him and say, “Hey, Finnick.” He doesn’t seem to notice, so I nudge him to get his attention. “Finnick! How are you doing?”

“Katniss,” he says, gripping my hand. Relieved to see a familiar face, I think.

-

Finnick, who’s been wandering around the set for a few hours, comes up behind me and says with a hint of his old humor, “They’ll either want to kill you, kiss you, or be you.”

-

Just as the elevator arrives, Finnick appears in a state of agitation. “Katniss, they won’t let me go! I told them I’m fine, but they won’t even let me ride in the hovercraft!”

I take in Finnick — his bare legs showing between his hospital gown and slippers, his tangle of hair, the half-knotted rope twisted around his fingers, the wild look in his eyes — and know any plea on my part will be useless. Even I don’t think it’s a good idea to bring him. So I smack my hand on my forehead and say, “Oh, I forgot. It’s this stupid concussion. I was supposed to tell you to report to Beetee in Special Weaponry. He’s designed a new trident for you.”

At the word trident, it’s as if the old Finnick surfaces. “Really? What’s it do?”

“I don’t know. But if it’s anything like my bow and arrows, you’re going to love it,” I say. “You’ll need to train with it, though.”

“Right. Of course. I guess I better get down there,” he says.

“Finnick?” I say. “Maybe some pants?”

He looks down at his legs as if noticing his outfit for the first time. Then he whips off his hospital gown, leaving him in just his underwear. “Why? Do you find this”— he strikes a ridiculously provocative pose —“distracting?”

I can’t help laughing because it’s funny, and it’s extra funny because it makes Boggs look so uncomfortable, and I’m happy because Finnick actually sounds like the guy I met at the Quarter Quell.

“I’m only human, Odair.” I get in before the elevator doors close.

-

At dinner, Finnick brings his tray to my bed so we can watch the newest propo together on television. He was assigned quarters on my old floor, but he has so many mental relapses, he still basically lives in the hospital.

-

Finnick presses the button on the remote that kills the power. In a minute, people will be here to do damage control on Peeta’s condition and the words that came out of his mouth. I will need to repudiate them. But the truth is, I don’t trust the rebels or Plutarch or Coin. I’m not confident that they tell me the truth. I won’t be able to conceal this. Footsteps are approaching.

Finnick grips me hard by the arms. “We didn’t see it.”

“What?” I ask.

“We didn’t see Peeta. Only the propo on Eight. Then we turned the set off because the images upset you. Got it?” he asks. I nod. “Finish your dinner.”

-

“This is what they’re doing to you with Annie, isn’t it?” I ask.

“Well, they didn’t arrest her because they thought she’d be a wealth of rebel information,” he says. “They know I’d never have risked telling her anything like that. For her own protection.”

“Oh, Finnick. I’m so sorry,” I say.

“No, I’m sorry. That I didn’t warn you somehow,” he tells me.

Suddenly, a memory surfaces. I’m strapped to my bed, mad with rage and grief after the rescue. Finnick is trying to console me about Peeta. “They’ll figure out he doesn’t know anything pretty fast. And they won’t kill him if they think they can use him against you.”

“You did warn me, though. On the hovercraft. Only when you said they’d use Peeta against me, I thought you meant like bait. To lure me into the Capitol somehow,” I say.

“I shouldn’t have said even that. It was too late for it to be of any help to you. Since I hadn’t warned you before the Quarter Quell, I should’ve shut up about how Snow operates.”

-

Finnick and I sit for a long time in silence, watching the knots bloom and vanish, before I can ask, “How do you bear it?”

Finnick looks at me in disbelief. “I don’t, Katniss! Obviously, I don’t. I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.” Something in my expression stops him. “Better not to give in to it. It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart.”

Well, he must know. I take a deep breath, forcing myself back into one piece.

“The more you can distract yourself, the better,” he says. “First thing tomorrow, we’ll get you your own rope. Until then, take mine.”

-

The camera pulls back to include Peeta, off to one side in front of a projected map of Panem. He's sitting in an elevated chair, his shoes supported by a metal rung. The foot of his prosthetic leg taps out a strange irregular beat. Beads of sweat have broken through the layer of powder on his upper lip and forehead. But it's the look in his eyes--angry yet unfocused--that frightens me the most.

"He's worse," I whisper. Finnick grasps my hand, to give me an anchor, and I try to hang on.

-

“You have two hours to get footage showing the damage from the bombing, establish that Thirteen’s military unit remains not only functional but dominant, and, most important, that the Mockingjay is still alive. Any questions?”

“Can we have a coffee?” asks Finnick.

Steaming cups are handed out. I stare distastefully at the shiny black liquid, never having been much of a fan of the stuff, but thinking it might help me stay on my feet.

Finnick sloshes some cream in my cup and reaches into the sugar bowl. “Want a sugar cube?” he asks in his old seductive voice. That’s how we met, with Finnick offering me sugar. Surrounded by horses and chariots, costumed and painted for the crowds, before we were allies. Before I had any idea what made him tick. The memory actually coaxes a smile out of me. “Here, it improves the taste,” he says in his real voice, plunking three cubes in my cup.

-

Haymitch’s footsteps are still echoing in the outer hall when I fumble my way through the slit in the dividing curtain to find Finnick sprawled out on his stomach, his hands twisted in his pillowcase. Although it’s cowardly — cruel even — to rouse him from the shadowy, muted drug land to stark reality, I go ahead and do it because I can’t stand to face this by myself.

As I explain our situation, his initial agitation mysteriously ebbs. “Don’t you see, Katniss, this will decide things. One way or the other. By the end of the day, they’ll either be dead or with us. It’s . . . it’s more than we could hope for!”

Well, that’s a sunny view of our situation. And yet there’s something calming about the idea that this torment could come to an end.

-

I want to run, but Finnick’s acting so strange, as if he’s lost the ability to move, so I take his hand and lead him like a small child.

-

"Oh, Peeta," says Finnick lightly. "Don't make me sorry I restarted your heart." He leads Annie away after giving me a concerned glance.

-

I'm unaware that my feet are moving to the table until I'm inches from the holograph. My hand reaches in and cups a rapidly blinking green light.

Someone joins me, his body tense. Finnick, of course. Because only a victor would see what I see so immediately. The arena. Laced with pods controlled by Gamemakers. Finnick's fingers caress a steady red glow over a doorway. "Ladies and gentlemen..."

His voice is quiet, but mine rings through the room. "Let the Seventy-sixth Hunger Games begin!"

I laugh. Quickly. Before anyone has time to register what lies beneath the words I have just uttered. Before eyebrows are raised, objections are uttered, two and two are put together, and the solution is that I should be kept as far away from the Capitol as possible. Because an angry, independently thinking victor with a layer of psychological scar tissue too thick to penetrate is maybe the last person you want on your squad.

"I don't even know why you bothered to put Finnick and me through training, Plutarch," I say.

"Yeah, we're already the two best-equipped soldiers you have," Finnick adds cockily.

"Do not think that fact escapes me," he says with an impatient wave. "Now back in line, Soldiers Odair and Everdeen. I have a presentation to finish."

-

Boggs told Peeta to sleep out in full view where the rest of us could keep an eye on him. He isn't sleeping, though. Instead, he sits with his bag pulled up to his chest, clumsily trying to make knots in a short length of rope. I know it well. It's the one Finnick lent me that night in the bunker. Seeing it in his hands, it's like Finnick's echoing what Haymitch just said, that I've cast off Peeta.

-

He weaves the rope in and out of his fingers. "The problem is, I can't tell what's real anymore, and what's made up."

The cessation of rhythmic breathing suggests that either people have woken or have never really been asleep at all. I suspect the latter.

Finnick's voice rises from a bundle in the shadows. "Then you should ask, Peeta. That's what Annie does.”

-

Masks go on. Finnick adjusts Peeta's mask over his lifeless face.

-

"I just murdered a member of our squad!" shouts Peeta.

"You pushed him off you. You couldn't have known he would trigger the net at that exact spot," says Finnick, trying to calm him.

"Who cares? He's dead, isn't he?" Tears begin to run down Peeta's face. "I didn't know. I've never seen myself like that before. Katniss is right. I'm the monster. I'm the mutt. I'm the one Snow has turned into a weapon!"

“It's not your fault, Peeta," says Finnick.

-

I shout a warning to the others to stay with me. I plan for us to skirt around the corner and then detonate the Meat Grinder, but another unmarked pod lies in wait.

It happens silently. I would miss it entirely if Finnick didn't pull me to a stop. "Katniss!"

-

[ofmythsandmadness]

pretty eyes.

you love diego hargreeves pretty eyes, sober and drunk off your rocker. only, when its the latter, it’s a little harder to hold back your eager compliments.

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“DO YOU KNOW WHY THE SKY’S BLUE?”

Diego didn’t look back, but from the sounds of tiny pants and dull clunks of shoes hitting the ground, he knew enough to paint a picture. You, struggling to rid yourself of the coat he forced you to put on, dropping the heels you claimed you hated so vehemently, all the while probably grinning from ear to ear like he imagined little kids looked on Christmas Day. He knew you’d be waiting for his answer, just as you always did, expecting something greater than he could give you in his own flustered state.

Sometimes you were predictable. But he liked that about you.

“I don’t know. Why?”

“No, silly! I’m asking you!”

“Oh.” His tongue danced across his bottom lip, wetting the chapped skin before responding. “I dunno. Sorry.”

Only a sparkling laugh and a thump answered him. He whirled around to see you flat on your butt on the ground, staring up at him with drooping doe eyes. It would be an irresistibly pretty sight, if he knew it wasn’t from extreme inebriation and you were completely off your rocker at the moment.

Still, pretty.

“Help me up?” You laughed, waving your hands aimlessly towards him. “Puh-lease?”

Diego grimaced slightly but moved anyways. He grabbed at your hands (clammy, another symptom of your heavy drinking choices)  and yanked you towards him. Only he overestimated you and greatly underestimated his own strength it seemed -- instead of lifting to your feet like any normal person, you practically flew towards him, landing just under his chin and flopping against his chest.

And Diego froze.

Normally he would have pulled away and shrugged it off as a mistake. Neither of you would mention it again and would move on with your lives, forgetting how close your bodies had been and the way your gaze was intoxicating upon itself. He had rules for those things; never getting too close to a friend who made his heart beat in a rather unfriendly way was one of them.

But as you looked up at him, still smiling dopily and eyes almost crossed, he couldn’t remember a single thing about rules or precautions or anything of the sort. All that was on Diego’s mind, was you.

Your smile softened a tad, painted lips closing over your teeth and only hinting at the dimples he had stared at many-a-time before. Up close, he could see flecks of black under your eyes, staining flushed skin with ebony freckles that no one could believe was natural. He didn’t know the word for it, but guessed it was from you rubbing at your eyes and forgetting you had painted them hours before. Despite it, you still looked absolutely radiant.

“You have really pretty eyes.”

Diego blinked, startled by your giggled statement. “W-what?”

“Sooo pretty,” you gushed. One of your hands left his chest -- he hadn’t even realised they had been pressed there, but he suddenly missed the warm sensation -- and caressed his cheek. He shuddered at the touch. “Maybe the pre...prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen!”

If merely standing near you was heart-attack inducing, Diego was certain that all this was going to explode the vessel. Any second at that point, it would just burst and coat your grinning face with its guts--

-- he shook his head, ridding himself of both that image and the foolish thoughts flooding around it. You were drunk. Everyone said and did stupid stuff when they were drunk. Right? Like the time he lost a fight with a lamp post -- he wouldn’t do that sober, but alcohol made everyone a fool. You just chose compliments over actions, maybe.

The saying ‘drunk words, sober thoughts’ lingered in his mind for half a second, but he pushed it away. That only worked in late night television or shitty rom-coms, not reality. Not with them.

“You should get to bed,” Diego said gruffly, pulling away from your fingers. He didn’t miss the flash of disappointment on your face, but tried to push it away for his own emotions’ sake. “You’re gonna want to, ‘fore all this hits.”

“You should smile more.”

Diego froze. He didn’t turn back to her that time, knowing it would only hurt him more, but he couldn’t bring himself to move another inch.

“Your eyes are fu...cking beautiful, but your smile?” Clapping echoed paces behind him; his jaw clenched with every smack. “Diego, you’re so pretty!”

He reached behind him blindly, scrambling and feeling stupid before finally launching onto you. Still avoiding your charming smile, he pulled you along, leading you out and into your bedroom. “I’ll be back to get you some Advil. Sit down.”

“I wish you’d smile more,” you said, completely ignoring every word he said. You fell down to your bed with a plop. “It lights up those pretty pretty, pretty eyes so much...so fucking pretty, Diego! I can’t even think of any other words, that’s how be-yew-tiful you are.”

“Okay, I--”

“-- and you always look so grumpy. It’s so funny!”

Diego should have been long gone, at that point. For his own sake and for yours, because you would hate that you rambled on so much, and he was going to pay for the emotional turmoil you were putting him through. But he couldn’t. He simply stood, still and awkward in your bedroom doorway, watching as you tried to twist your face to look like his own.

It didn’t work at all. Your lips fought angrily to smile again, and your eyelids just drooped, so far you looked stoned, or maybe like a zombie ready to bite. But even if you looked beyond ridiculous, his mind still screamed at how adorable it was, and despite himself, Diego smiled.

“See! See, there - there it is!” You pointed frantically at his own face, like he didn’t know it was there. “God, I wish I had a mirror to show you how pretty you are! Lil...lil sunshine boy!”

Okay, ‘sunshine boy’ was new. It took a little bit of the piss out of everything, and he was able to grumble and walk away finally from your singing self. Calls of his name paired with nonsensical titles followed. Diego tried his best to ignore them, but he knew the coos would haunt him later. Even as he searched for a glass, the sounds bounced through his head like injured bats in a cave; no way out and too blind to escape, forced to flit around endlessly until someone ended their suffering.

But Diego, unfortunately, did not know how to do that. So he simply bore the weight of your compliments knowing that they were nothing but sounds and syllables made up by a confused mind, trying to push through the night with as little baggage as possible.

As he walked back to your room, he sighed. This wasn’t how he planned things to go. It had been a good night -- sure, he might not have had as much fun as you looked like you were having, dancing and drinking and laughing, but at least he was with you. And he liked that, and the lax nature you took on when you drank, making him feel less pressure about constantly being the best version of himself. He hadn’t felt like he needed to put on a show, he was just Diego, for better or for worse. And somehow, you didn’t mind that.

He only wished that he could have more than that and all the time.

“Okay,” he said, clearing his throat after the word came out garbled. “Uh - got you this, you’re gonna want to drink it and take these now. Okay? And I’m putting these here for tomorrow morning, so you can take that as soon as you’re up. You got that?”

Your head bobbed up and down excitedly, but he knew you didn’t take in a word he said. So as you swallowed the tablets and gulped down the water, he scribbled out a note to remind you of what definitely went right over your head.

Diego paused, pen slightly trembling in his hand, before jotting down two more sentences. Thanks for last night. Had a good time being with you, as always. He hesitated, hovering over the slip of paper before cursing and scribbling out the lines with added violence. He tried again, being a little bit more poetic (which wasn’t much, but words really were not his thing) only to be disappointed again, pushing down on the pen so hard he was sure it would burst. Once he was sure nothing but scribbles could be made of the mess, he put the note under the Advil bottle and stepped away.

“You wanna change out of that?” He asked, gesturing to your clothes. “Doubt that’s comfortable.”

“Nah,” you drawled. You smiled up at him and even dared to wink (it was more of a sloppy, half-assed blink, but it still made his head swim). “I’m just comfortable. Do...you…’re you comfortable?”

Diego chose not to answer that. He pushed you back gently, deciding not to fight with you on changing and instead just going with sleep. You didn’t fight him much. If anything you leaned into it, holding onto his hands for seconds longer than you should and mumbling sweet nonsense up at him.

“You know,” you sang, “you know what, Di...Diego?”

He didn’t pause. “What?”

“I would do anything...and everything...in order to make you smile forever. You know? Anything.”

Those were the words that weighed heaviest on Diego’s conscience as he drove back to his place. It was as though they had erased everything else, anything that had happened that day or any time before and just left that in its place. He didn’t know why, but they stuck, and as he wove through the dimly lit streets, your voice floated about like a bodiless apparition, set to destroy his mind and drive him mad.

Diego had had his heart broken several times before. It happened almost easily in his childhood, normally by the hands of his vindictive father. He had learned how to patch it up, sew up the cracks and try to make it so it wouldn’t happen again, and eventually he got better at that. But it shattered again when Ben died, and he realised that they were just kids, forced to play heroes in a horrifically gruesome world they didn’t belong in. That took a while to mend, but he did, until he screwed up at the police academy and Patch left him too. After that he had let the fragments just sit in piles in his chest, digging at his ribs and leaving him winded after long nights in the cold darkness. He hadn’t cared; he thought that was what was expected of him. Nothing but a broken heart to hold him when the nightmares got too bad.

But when you came along, he didn’t have to stitch himself back together. You did it for him. Somehow without him noticing you had snuck into his chest and unravelled the poor stitchwork and blotted out the stains left that he hadn’t bothered to clean up. Over time, you had managed to make it almost brand new again, and it was a whole new experience of smiling and watching as you failed to finish your joke again, only because you were already laughing too hard. Of getting wasted on Wednesday’s when your job sucked more and dancing down the streets up to your apartment, uncaring of those who watched. Of you chiding him for the cuts and bruises collected from his vigilante expeditions, but always being there to wash them out and make a fresh pot of tea. Of you, merely existing, and allowing him to bask in your sunshine a while longer.

But hearing those soft words leave your drunken lips, spilling out like tar from someone so angelic, hurt. Diego didn’t think that was possible with you.

He sighed, turning down the street towards the gym. It would be a sleepless night again.

YOU WOKE UP THE NEXT MORNING CONFUSED AND ACHING.

Not as much as you normally would be, which was a nice change of pace -- you assumed you had enough common sense to take premature headache meds, knowing how bad the hangover got for them. But your drunken self did not have the thought of changing out of your stiff, uncomfortable going-out clothes, instead draping yourself across the mattress smelling like the shitty bar you had careened in and leaving every part of your body pissed off. Sweaty fabric clung to your skin, leaving you feeling soggy and misworn and eagerly wishing you could have made better choices earlier.

You groaned and slipped out of the comforter, already missing its heavy warmth. Slowly you staggered over to your desk where you must have left the Advil for that morning. “Thank you, past me,” you sighed, twisting open the cap with a grimace.

A paper caught your eye, small amongst the stacks of work files you had yet to comb through. Downing one pill, you grabbed it, taking in the scribbled letters through tired, squinting eyes.

Leaving this for you because you’re too drunk to remember what I said. Take these and drink water before you die of a hangover. I’d hate to find your body that way. Also left your things on your kitchen counter, they’re not stolen. Also left your burrito in your microwave -- you insisted on buying one last night, so don’t forget about it. Take care.

Underneath were two lines of thick black scribbles, covering up whatever was written under that and leaving only a scrawled ‘Diego’ as your final clue. But, despite whatever mystery the pen covered up, you smiled and pinned the note to your bulletin board.

“Thanks, bud,” you grinned, speaking like he was there to hear. “Hope I wasn’t too annoying last night.”

You went about your morning with a smile despite the pounding pulverising your muscles, and enjoying the lazy Sunday hours spent cleaning up. You even spoiled yourself with a long shower, eating up your hot water minutes with joy, knowing you’d hate yourself for it two weeks later. After an hour of cleaning up, washing your face free of the makeup smudged across your cheeks and devouring that burrito left for you, you finally felt refreshed and better about things.

You glanced up at the time. Diego would be up, probably manning the desk for Al as he did most Sunday’s (the facet of his job he hated most). But, at least that meant he would be available to take your call. You missed him, even after seeing him just the night before, and selfishly craved the distraction of his low rasp. Maybe you could even make him laugh, cheer him up during his boring shift.

But five minutes later, you were left disappointed when none of the three calls went through. You tried not to think too hard on it -- he was a busy guy, and was either working or doing his other line of work, and ignoring your call meant nothing. Course, it probably didn’t look good for a boxing gym, but...you’d settle.

You would just call back later. He would definitely be available to talk then.

IT HAD BEEN A WEEK SINCE YOU LAST TALKED TO DIEGO, which was the longest either of you had gone without even speaking to one another in the history of your friendship.

On its own, the fact wasn’t so troubling. You were both working adults who had their own lives to sort through, jobs and bills and other friends that you didn’t like half as much as each other, grocery shopping and patrolling the streets alike, filling up both schedules easily. But the two of you were closer than that, and definitely more than just friends that saw each other every other week. You didn’t care about those friends like you cared about Diego.

And it hurt, that he was going to such lengths to avoid you.

Every time you stopped by his gym, Diego was gone. Al simply shrugged off your questions with a non-committal ‘I don’t keep track of the shithead’ and even when you went to knock on his door to check if he was lying, you got nothing. No regulars knew either, which was strange; he always liked to spend his afternoons training with a couple people, sometimes you if you showed up at the right time. You considered doing just that and waiting for him to show -- but even after hours of sparring, the man was nowhere to be seen.

You had tried everything, to the point where Al was annoyed and you felt like you were losing your mind. Surely Diego hadn’t just disappeared off the face of the earth. That didn’t seem right or possible and you knew you hadn’t made him up, because you had the pictures and notes to prove it. You could see his face, disgruntled and sometimes smiling in the photos you had snapped of him -- so why couldn’t you find it anywhere else?

With all options exhausted, you gave up for a few days, allowing yourself the chance to catch your breath. However, with that came the exhaustive process of trying to figure out why on earth Diego was avoiding you. And unfortunately, all that linked back to your last night spent together, and the bitter realisation that you must have fucked up the night somehow and left him not wanting to see you again.

And that thought broke you.

Thursday night was spent crying alone on your couch, trying to push past the depressing thoughts and failing miserably. You couldn’t remember half of what you did that night, but you knew he hadn’t been drinking as much as you, and alcohol always rendered you a ranting, rambling fool that he must have had to deal with. He had got you home, but for what? And what if it was all in that stupid note he had left you, scribbling out the real reason he was leaving you high and dry?

You threw the note out that night, staring down at it in the trash with tears pooling in your eyes. If only you could know why.

The issue was, Diego was more than just a friend to you. Sure your relationship had been built on totally platonic foundations, but it soon blossomed into so much more. He was a companion, your partner, the man who made you feel comfortable enough to wheeze into laughter-induced tears with, or just sob against his shoulder without feeling judged. He was the guy who brought you fast food when you forgot about dinner when work ran late, and the one who let you sleep over when you didn’t want to be alone. He made you smile by just being there -- like, you would open your door (or window, usually) and just grin like an idiot at the mere sight of his face. He was just Diego, but that meant more to you than you had ever been able to say.

Maybe, hell, you loved him. Was that so bad? It hadn’t been intentional to fall -- one day you had just been eating pizza on your countertop way too late in the night, and you looked over and realised your heart had only ever fluttered so violently for him. That he was the guy you could imagine spending the rest of your days with and never getting bored. Of course, you didn’t act on it, knowing that it was a platonic relationship and admitting such would destroy it completely -- but that didn’t mean your official break-up didn’t hurt any less.

You skipped work Friday, something you never did.

When your coworkers called, you wrote it off as illness related, while still drowning in the sorrow of being left high and dry.

Friends hit you up to make some ‘end of the week’ plans, but you ignored them.

You fell asleep at nine that night -- the earliest you had in aeons.

You stayed in bed for most of Saturday, staring at the ceiling or the photos pinned to your walls of the two of you, wondering if this was all just a weird dream you were going to wake up from.

Six hours later, you hadn’t woken up from your dream, but you had made up your mind.

One hour after that, at almost ten o’clock at night, you were rolling up to that same boxing gym you had haunted for that week, dressed in dark activewear and parked a ways away from the actual space. Steely-eyed and with your jaw clenched, you marched out the vehicle and into the building, knowing full well what you were going to find. You had a plan, and whatever it took, you were going to put it into motion.

Maybe it wasn’t the greatest plan, and maybe you had only just come up with it, with barely any time to consider it’s workability and whether or not you were just throwing words together, but nevertheless, you persisted.

You were going to get Diego back.

“DIEGO FUCKING HARGREEVES,”

The man, back turned away, stiffened and immediately went to move,

“run and I will end you, boy,” you growled, stomping towards him with force; he could practically feel each stomp echoing in his chest, cracking him down to the size of a pea. Somehow, he couldn’t move, frozen in place by your command. “Okay?!”

“H-hey, I--”

“--why the hell have you been avoiding me?!”

His eyes were wide and panicked and frantically, he searched all around for a way out. Unfortunately, your body in front of him blocked his only exit, leaving him stammering for answers you knew he didn’t easily have. “Look, I--”

“--I have been worried and scared and sad and out of my mind this entire week,” you snapped, jabbing a finger into his tank top, pushing him back in his steps. Your anger dug deep into him, thorns grabbing onto every bit of vulnerable flesh -- and the worst part was, you were absolutely right.  “You know that? I have called everywhere I could -- I even called the police, wondering if you were in custody and I just missed that news drop. But no, you were just gone, avoiding me for who knows what reason!”

“I didn’t--”

“--what did I do, Diego? What happened, what did I do wrong?”

“Nothing! You’ve done nothing.”

“Then why won’t you even look me in the eyes?” you hissed back, staring up at him in hopes he would catch your gaze. But he didn’t; his eyes still looked far away from yours, searching for something to give him a way out with. “You won’t even look at me, that’s how pissed off you are at me.”

“That’s not true.”

“I get if I did something wrong, but you can’t just pull away from me like that -- this friendship isn’t built on shit like that. I can’t cope with this void left by you deciding you don’t like me anymore!”

“That’s not what happened,” he insisted, his own voice raising in volume. “I swear!”

“Then what, Diego? What possible reason could you have that isn’t related to me doing something wrong? Because that’s all the evidence I got out of this and unlike you, I have zero detective skills so I’m working on one freakin’ theory here!”

His eyes averted to the ground, staring down at the both of your feet, one pair tapping angrily and the other shuffling in hopes of escape. He felt himself folding in, a habit he had broken a long time ago with you, one he thought he had killed off forever. But apparently it hadn’t. 

“You can’t even answer me,” you shuddered. Your sneakers squeaked against the shiny linoleum, leading you back a step. “You - I don’t understand this. At all. And you can’t even give me an answer why? D-don’t I deserve a reason for why I hurt you, Diego?”

“No, c’mon. I…” he hesitated once more as expected. Whatever he was planning on saying died in his mouth and thickened his tongue, leaving him once again stumbling for an excuse. He felt your eyes on him as well as his father, reproachfully clicking his tongue at once again, his stuttering, bumbling fool of a son. “I did...I didn’t…”

“Forget it. Screw this.”

“W-wait, don’t leave--”

“--I’m not leaving!”

He froze, holding onto your bicep in an attempt to stop you. Slowly, his hand fell away, “w-what?”

“I’m not leaving,” you repeated, and slowly he watched as a devilish smile stained your cheeks, pulling away the angry lines of before. “I didn’t come here to leave, I came here for answers. And I guess I just have to fight you for ‘em.”

At that point, Diego’s head had been through the wringer so much, he felt like it could just pop off if he wasn’t careful. And yet still, his eyes bugged out and he stared at you in complete shock, unsure just how he was supposed to process that last sentence.

“I’m sorry, what?!”

You shrugged like it was nothing at all, “c’mon. I know you’re better with the physical stuff and I wanna catch you off guard, finally get an answer out of you. I’m gonna, like, fight you for the truth.”

He watched as you toed off your shoes and shrugged off your thin jacket, letting it fall to the floor behind you with little care. You seemed ready, like you had planned this all along -- and had you? What was the reason behind all this? Was there something that he just wasn’t getting, in his state of emotional disarray? Or were you just losing your mind because of him?

“L-look, I’m s-sorry, but I,” he paused, trying to form the syllables in his mouth so they weren’t so thick and jumbled. “I can’t just fight you.”

“Sure you can. We spar all the time.”

“But w-w-why?”

Once more, your shoulders lifted and fell; ever the nonchalant dramatic. “Call it a bet. I win, you tell me why you avoided me for so long. And if you win, which you probably won’t but if you do…” you grimaced. “I’ll leave and you never have to see me again.”

Diego baulked. “I don’t want that.”

“Clearly you do,” you jabbed back. “Right?”

“No. I don’t. I don’t want to lose you.”

You huffed; clearly you didn’t believe him, but you also seemed set on the idea that you were definitely going to win, so he wasn’t sure where he stood in that. “Fine, pick your prize and keep it to yourself. I don’t care.”

Diego still hesitated, hovering to the side as you wrapped your hands. There seemed no way out of the situation, but surely there had to be - surely you weren’t just going to hop into the ring for an explanation.

Was this some ill-fated revenge?

You must have noticed his expression, because he heard you laughing from a whiles away. “I’m not looking to hurt you, Diego. Trust me, no matter what you do, I’d never want to do that.”

His heart fluttered.

“It’s just,” you cocked your head, thinking over your words before smiling again, “like you said when you first started training me. Freestyle, baby.”

You had deepened your voice tremendously to mock his own -- and while it was a horrible impression, it did call back to the one you did before of him. Not that you seemed to remember that, you had been piss drunk, but the thought still made him cringe.

All this, because of him. He screwed it all up and for what?

“Rules are the same as always. First person to pin the other down for more than five beats wins. No serious hits, so like, don’t break my nose or anything.”

“I can’t do this,” he mumbled, even as he stepped into the ring. “We don’t need to do this. We can just talk.”

You sighed and looked back at him. There was a fierceness in your eyes, a determination for something he wasn’t quite sure of -- like there was a plan in motion, only he couldn’t figure out where the steps lead. “I didn’t come here to walk away, Diego. I’m here to win a bet and get my friend back, and also kick his ass if I have to because I’m desperate. You can’t convince me to leave, so wrap your hands and let’s get this going!”

“But-”

“-it’s either this or I just stare at you until you crack,” you said, no longer smiling. “And I doubt you want that typ’a torture, do you?”

He stared at you askance. “Really?”

You didn’t answer him with words that time.

The fight was fast, and almost evenly matched -- you had a slight advantage with your eye on your prize, and he was faltering with every other blow knowing he couldn’t bear to hurt you. But the pace picked up and soon it was like you were one fluid being, predators locked on and desperate to claw the other away from them while simultaneously, drawing them back in. Fists flew and every so often he saw the sparks fly from the fire in your eyes, catching on everything he turned from and leaving him surrounded by the flames you spilled.

For a moment, Diego thought he had it. He had managed to pivot away from your last onslaught and pulled you away from the centre, edging into the corner where he could finally pin you down. His arms outstretched and for a moment he was actually smiling because it felt like the good old days -- sparring way too late into the night when he should have been working with the girl he secretly loved and the stars watching from way above, admiring the gruesomely pretty sight.

But in a flash, everything switched.

He lunged, you slid.

When he fumbled, your legs wrapped around his own, pulling him back and flipping over one another like beetles rolling in the hot sun.

You were everywhere, smothering his smoke with your body, forcing him down before he even realised what was happening.

Diego blinked, and suddenly you were on top of him, legs on either side of his waist and your hands holding his own up above his head. Your expression edged on feral as you grinned down at him, straddling him and fighting everything he pushed back with.

But he couldn’t fight back. Not when you were on him and everywhere and he could smell your shampoo as your hand dangled around him, dripping your scent around him like he was in that poppy field from Wizard of Oz, ready to give into the toxin and be one with the flowers. Your hands held his own and he wished he could slide his fingers into the clasp, holding them to him and kiss each bruised knuckle with tenderness he didn’t know he possessed. Your hips, legs, chest pressed against his own, both heaving and waiting for the other to move and interrupt the tension rising with every passing second.

“One,” you began, voice low and teasing. Did you know what you did to him? “Two…”

Diego writhed in your hold, but it was no use. You had him. He was yours and he would be satisfied to be so for the rest of your days, if only you never let him go. His gaze flitted across your face, tracing the way your eyebrows furrowed and relaxed with the numbers, eyes still wide and filled with emotions he didn’t quite know how to read. Sweat beaded on your brow and stained your cheeks and yet still, he thought you were as perfect as you could be, mere inches from his own darting eyes.

“Four...four and a half…” your smile grew and you got a little closer, almost touching his face with your own. “Five…”

He didn’t dare to breathe.

“I win, Hargreeves.”

But despite the hushed declaration, you did not move. Your body stayed over his, hands pushing his own down with gentle force but keeping him locked under you. Your eyes remained on his own, locking them in place as your face grew nearer. Soon enough your nose was just touching his own, nudging softly and turning so it fit better against his lips, which were parted and so close to pressing against your own-

-but you pulled away.

Just as Diego’s eyes had shut, your weight left his and he was left to sit up confused and watch you stomp away. You slipped out of the ring and down to the ground with a soft thump. He watched you unwrap your knuckles and to his surprise, he saw your hands shake with the movement. 

“This was a mistake,” you mumbled to yourself. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to hear. “This was stupid, I have to-”

“-don’t go,” he mumbled. In one swift movement Diego had jumped back to his feet and pulled after you. You stumbled back a few paces; he raced after, hurrying to your side with an aggression he didn’t know he possessed. “Don’t go.”

“Diego, I-”

“-I pushed you away because I screwed up,” he said, all in one breath and so fast he wasn’t sure if you could understand him. “I messed this up. We’re only supposed to be friends, I know that, but I-I can’t not be in love with you, not when you’re that perfect and so beautiful and you make me smile e-even when I feel like the shittiest sh-sh-shit and-”

“-kiss me.”

“What?”

You stepped forward, angling yourself just under his chin. Your chest heaved. “Kiss me, asshole.”

And slowly his hands moved on their own accord, cupping your cheeks and holding you to him. His eyes darted down once, staring at the pink lips before reaching your own again for a silent affirmation. When you nodded in his hands he acted, pulling you to him quickly and pressing his lips against his own, finally.

It was fast and passionate, both beings pulling at the other, urging the other closer than the skin they already pressed against. His one hand left your jaw to hold your neck, angling your face so he could better caress it, smudging himself across your lips with little care. He felt your own touch against his back, sliding down to his hips and pulling -- without even thinking, he moaned, feeling your lower body roll up against him and leave his mind in overdrive.

You pulled away for air finally, gasping only to be pulled in again for a softer, gentler kiss. He pecked the corners of your mouth before finally taking your lower in between his teeth, biting softly before sucking on the tender swollen skin. He pulled away then, dropping his forehead to your own as you both took another breath.

“If…” you paused to inhale, grinning through the gasp of oxygen, “if I knew you were holding all that back, Diego, I would have kissed your ass a lot sooner.”

“I’m...I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry,” you murmured. He felt your hands leave his waist, pulling up to the one he still had cradled against your cheek. Your head leaned into the gentle touch. Even as your fingers held his. “I just...is this why you stopped talking to me?”

Diego shook his head softly against your own. Once more his heart faltered and threatened to burst, but he ignored it. “No, I just...I realised that I was-”

“-sorry, I don’t - you have an eyelash.” He froze as your fingers stroked his cheek, pulling away the evidence that had caught your attention. Your eyes darted up to his for a moment, and he watched as they widened and brightened under his perplexed gaze. “Your eyes really are pretty.”

His heart stopped for a beat.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“That’s why I stopped!” he exclaimed. He pulled away from you then, gesticulating wildly around like the air was going to supply you with answers. “That’s why!”

You frowned, cocking your head like a lost puppy. “You...because of your pretty eyes?!”

“What? Wait, no, that’s not why.”

“I’m so confused right now, bud, and I just--”

“--last week,” he rushed, cutting you off before he could lose momentum again. “I took you home. You were wasted, and you kept talking and - and you told me I had pretty eyes.”

Still, you looked bewildered.

“I-I have been obsessed with you since the day I met you,” he said, soft and unsure if any of the words would come out right. Or if they themselves were the right ones to say. “I couldn’t help it. And I didn’t let myself act on it because I knew that it wouldn’t wo-wo-work out, you’d get mad and I’d lose you. I rathered having you as a friend, then losing you cause I was in love with you.”

“Love?” you questioned, barely a breath of a sound lingering between them.

“But that night, you went on and on and I realised then that I was too gone to keep it in. And I realised that you wouldn’t feel the same...and I didn’t want to hurt you, so I left. And…”

“Diego Hargreeves, that is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.”

His brow furrowed low, anger mingling with befuddlement on his flushed skin. “Hey, I-”

“-first of all, you really think I would just hate you because you thought of me as more than a friend?! Even if I didn’t like you - which I do, by the way - I wouldn’t do that, I value you too much. But second of all, you’re telling me that you never noticed how much I liked you back?!”

“I-”

“-I have felt like an idiot for the past year, holding in my feelings for you and wishing you could feel the same way. And when you left, I thought - I thought that was it, and that I screwed things up when I was drunk, which I guess I did but-”

“-you didn’t screw anything up, I did!”

“No you didn’t, I did! I’m the drunken initiator!”

“I shouldn’t have just left!”

“Okay, so we both screwed up!” you shouted, throwing your hands up in the air in exasperation. “But dammit, Diego, I have loved you for ages, and you - we - this is what it came to?!”

“Well, I-”

“-I can’t believe this!” you chortled. “All this time?!”

“I guess so,” he said, voice catching on the ‘so’. “I guess, yeah.”

“Holy crap.”

“Ha. Yeah.”

“I love you,” you giggled, breathless and still flushed, messy and beautiful in the shitty gym lighting. “I love you, Diego Hargreeves.”

His heart didn’t break. It didn’t even crack. Diego instead felt the slight twinge as the organ settled in his chest, content and buzzing with the panted cry. The breaklines of before didn’t feel so harsh, mended by your shiny eyes and swollen lips that he wanted to stare at until the end of his days. For once, his heart actually felt whole.

“I love you too,” Diego mumbled, smiling like a little kid. The muscles in his face, rusted over with age and disuse, groaned at the extreme grin but he kept it on anyways, smiling down at you with the strangest feeling of happiness coursing through his body. “A lot.”

And you beamed. “Have I ever told you, your eyes look like, a thousand times prettier when you smile?”

A/N: WHY DO I KEEP WRITING ALCOHOL BASED IDIOTS TO LOVERS FICS?? Have I any other creative thoughts?? Does this make me seem like that’s all I think about?? These are the thoughts that now run through my mind as I rush to post this...and truthfully, I don’t have an answer. I swear I’m a little more creative! I just...have a hankering for these things. Oops.

I wrote this weirdly super super fast and it’s super nonsensical, especially the middle bits? But I weirdly like it. I’m not sure. The plot is a ~little~ wonky but I’m rolling with it!

I’m open to make more stuff on here, I’ve gotten quite bad at it but I like writing these things as practice pieces. So, if you want to read more, requests are open and you can find a list of prompts (if you want them) in my masterlist. I’m putting out an updated list later on in the month, but I also am just open to have any sorts of requests. xx

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Drabble idea: Steve and Peggy meet each other when they get assigned as lab partners in college.

So I uh never did something in college or HS that needed lab partners sooo this might be lacking. This might not be what you expected.

--

“You like him,” Angie giggled behind her blueberry muffin. Her eyes were bright with the glee of a new topic to gossip on for that hour.

Peggy, for her sake, rolled her eyes as she stabbed at a piece of chicken with her fork and waved it threateningly in front of her roommate’s face. “We are lab partners. That’s it. Mr. Gregg, just thought it was a good idea to pair us together to be lab partners for this upcoming project. That’s it.” 

“Aw, c’mon, Pegs. You don’t see what I do. You go googley-eyes on him!”

“I do not.” 

“You talk about him all the time.”

“Because he’s in four of my six classes so I see him ninety percent of the week. It doesn’t mean I have some school-girl crush on him.”

“And,” Angie continued, promptly ignoring Peggy’s rebuttal. “You sit next to each other in class, even French. Face it, Pegs, you have a grade-A crush and it’s nothing to be ashamed about. It’s adorable.”

Peggy had no response as she bitterly shoved the chicken into her mouth for one reason - Angie was right and she hated how right she was.

--

“Whose the girl?” Sam asked Steve on his second day of classes after he’d waited for the blonde outside the room.

Steve peered up from the last-minute notes he was reviewing, watching Peggy walk by him after meeting her roommate. “Oh, uh, Peggy.”

“Peggy, huh? You sure spending lots of time lookin’ at her.” Sam was teasing, he could hear it dripping in his voice and Steve hated it. This would of course find its way back to Bucky to tease him about during his weekly phone call while out of state in the military.

“Sam, stop it. We’re just friends, ain’t nothing to it.”

“Sure, buddy, whatever you say but sooner or later it’s turnin’ into something else. I can see it happening. Just make sure I’m the best man at your wedding.”

“Please, you know that spots reserved for Bucky when I wound up marrying my easel.”

Because who’s gonna want to marry a 5’4, asthmatic, 92-pound guy that can’t even see straight without glasses? Not that Steve minded, he was happy alone and with friendships, but sometimes that loneliness did catch up to you.

And damn Sam to hell and back for being right.

A month and a half later, as Peggy walked away after promising to email him the extra credit assignment for Art History, Steve was fully aware that he had a crush on her.

And it was pathetic.

--

“So,” Bucky sighed over the phone three months later. “Sam says you got a date with your lil’ crush tonight.”

He was going to kill Sam. “No, I have a lab assignment with Peggy tonight. It’s not a date. And she’s not a crush.”

“Even over a thousand miles away, Rogers, I can tell you’re lying. Sam, are his ears turning pink?”

Goddamnit, Steve regrets putting Bucky on speaker. Or even introducing Sam and Bucky. 

“Yeah, man. Bright shades of pink, oh his cheeks too. And his neck - hey you’re a full-body blusher. Pegs is gonna love that!”

As the boys laughed, Steve drew the hood of his jacket over his head and grumbled, shoving his books into his bag. “You two are idiots. I’m going to Peggy’s, don’t wait up.”

Before Bucky could respond, he hung up on him and then three minutes later sent him a text about how he missed him and how Sam really seems into him.

That’ll shut him up.

--

Eight o’clock on the dot. Don’t you dare be late.

That’s what Peggy had told the asthmatic blonde when they met up after Astrology 101 to discuss the lab. Steve would be coming over to her place, they would go over their notes, the assignment, and then head down to the lab at their scheduled time.

It was not a date, no matter what she told Angie. This was not a date. This was just two friends, no two co-students, acquaintances getting together to complete an assignment. 

So who cared if she couldn’t stop thinking about him? Or if she wondered at times if his lips looked as soft as they felt. Or worried about him when he wasn’t in class or late and looked so flushed and yet relieved when he saw her there. Or the time she skipped class because her period cramps were too much and Steve looked so relieved to see her the next day. 

She thought about that look in his eyes often and hated how it gave her goosebumps, she hated how it made her stomach clench and butterflies to form. She tried to talk to Michael about it, but the man was just as hard to get ahold of and when he wasn’t, he teased her as all big brothers did.

Then proclaimed if she fell for a Yank, he was gonna revoke her English rights.

The prat.

8 o’clock and no Steve.

Peggy thought about calling him, a little worried because he wasn’t the type to be late. She decided to wait until half an hour. Half an hour and if Steve wasn’t’ here, she’d call him. Luckily, she didn’t have to because at 8:18 Steve showed up, face flushed, wheezing, and his hair sticking up in all directions.

“Oh you poor thing,” was the first thing out of her mouth, the worry and anxiety melting off of her. She should be mad that he was late or mad that she thought he stood her up, but she was just relieved. “Are you okay? What happened?” 

Taking him by the arm, she leads him inside and straight on her couch, bustling off to the kitchen to get him a glass of water and a snack cake. The guy looked peckish.

“Oh, I…” He shouldn’t like the fact she was doting over him, in fact, he should hate it, but by her doting, over him, it meant she was touching him and he liked that. “I had an asthma attack.”

It sounded like it took everything in him just to admit that and Peggy tried to ignore how that kicked-puppy look tugged on her heart. Steve hated pity and she wasn’t pitying him, she was worried. There was a difference.

“I’m okay now,” he continued, sipping on the water. “I guess I just got worked up and kinda lost and…” His thin shoulders shrugged as if to brush the fact he has a medical emergency off. “I’m sorry I’m late.”

“You’re sorry?” The words came from her before she could help it. He was sorry for what? Having a medical emergency? 

It didn’t do any good when Steve flinched at her accusing tone.

“Steven, by no means should you be sorry. Yes, I was worried but you’re here now and you’re okay. It’s behind us. Do you still want to go to the lab? I could just reschedule us.”

“If we reschedule now it might take us two weeks to get a spot and we’ll be crunched for time.” He looked genuinely worried, eyes wide. “I’ll be fine. We can head over now.”

There was little argument from Peggy on that end. Steve was right, if they rescheduled then it could take them a while but that’s not what sold the deal. The fact she got more time with him as of right now was better than waiting.

--

“How’d you get lost?” Peggy asked, driving a stoic Steve from his thoughts as they braved the cold air after spending three and a half hours in the lab. It was now officially Saturday, meaning they could sleep in. Angie wasn’t home and wouldn’t be home until noon tomorrow, so she was looking forward to peace and quiet. 

Steve drew his scarf tighter around his face, looking up at her with cocked eyebrows. It was going to snow, he could feel it in his aching bones. “Oh. Uh, when I get an asthma attack I get...disorientated. Everything looked the same, I didn’t wanna call for help cause I was fine.”

Peggy couldn’t help herself in rolling her eyes. “I think we both have a different definitions of fine, Mr. Rogers. You are certainly not fine. I can still hear you wheezing and you had a hard time concentrating on the measurements tonight.”

She frowned as she watched him pat his pockets, obviously searching for something. “You okay, Steve?”

“My inhaler! I thought I had it on me, but I think I left it in your dorm. I-I’ll be fine without it, I can get it in the morning.”

“Steven Grant Rogers, you are not waiting until morning to get a life-saving device because of...what? You don’t want to be seen in my dorm? It’s co-ed, I can assure you that it’s fine!”

“I just don’t...want...people to assume or-or get you in trouble. Or...or…” His cheeks were heating up bright pink, Peggy found she adored the color on his cheeks.

“Or…” She clicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth, her hand snatching out to grab at a lamp post to keep from falling on a section of ice. It was already starting to snow around them, the ground cold enough to make it stick.

Steve cursed as he wrapped his arms around her chest, preventing her from falling. Both of their faces flushed, Steve’s more than Peggy’s at this point. The second they both were stable, he let go and took an unnecessary step away from her.

“Thank you,” she breathed, clearing her throat. “I think that decides that Steve, you’re staying with me tonight. Don’t worry, Angie is out tonight with her gal. I’m not risking you out in this storm.”

There was no point in arguing with Peggy, Steve knew this by now. He’s seen her debate lesser and greater minds than his in class and absolutely destroy them. Besides, part of him liked this idea, staying with her for the night. Maybe if he got enough courage he could ask her out, tell her how he felt or something. 

If he was anything like Bucky, he knew what he’d do. He’d whoo her and kiss her. But he wasn’t Bucky or Sam. He had no social skills with girls but he liked Peggy. 

“Home sweet home,” Peggy sighed when they were finally inside, their wet clothed stripped off and drying on the heater now. She sat Steve on the couch and bundled him in a bunch of blankets, coming back from the kitchen with two steaming cups of hot chocolate.

Sitting on the couch, she wiggled under the pile of blankets, not to much of Steve’s protest. Her thigh was touching his at this point. “Oh, you’re warm,” she breathed, sounding surprised. 

“Amazingly,” Steve laughed, rolling his eyes. “I think it’s the third cup of hot chocolate you’re forcing in me.”

He yawned as he said this, his face was suddenly drawn in a show of how exhausted he was. He looked so adorable when he yawned, his nose wrinkled up. He still had a smudge of ink on his forehead from when he was rubbing his brow in frustration.

“I’ve always said hot chocolate is good for the soul. Much better than any tea you have here.” Tapping on her laptop screen, she was happy to get Netflix up and hit the next episode on Chopped. 

Steve didn’t even make it to the second round of the episode, unsure of who was sent home for an overcooked risotto or missed basket ingredient. He was asleep, slumping into Peggy.

He was quite warm, Peggy noted, easing Steve down to her lap. He was warm and looked so adorable when asleep. That walk and asthma attack must’ve taken a lot of out of him, regardless of what he told her. At least he was resting now in her arms.

This isn’t where Peggy thought she’d end up tonight, but it’s a place she’d glad to be.

[ughitsnic]

Do you believe in fate?

Tom Holland x Reader Harrison Osterfield x Reader

omg i have so much planned for this i cant wait. i hope you like it, id also love feed back im trying to improve my writing. also let me know if you want tagging when i post a new part.

Chapter 3:

You were angry at yourself for that night, thinking about Tom as you and Harrison slept together. He was a great guy, the following morning he drove you home, getting you a breakfast on the way, gave you his jumper to warm you up, and called you that night to see how you were. He was just so sweet and that's why you felt so bad. It actually turns out you had a lot in common, you loved the same music and the same tv shows which meant you would text for hours on end during the week, and even send each other random memes which would leave you both in fits of giggles.

"So you and Harrison?" Pete questions, walking into the bakery.

"You're late" you didn't look up at him, your cheeks burning thinking back to that night. Pete hadn't worked all week, constantly calling in sick so it's the first time you actually got to catch up.

"I heard about your night with him, apparently all his room mates did. I told you getting laid would be good for you" he says nonchalantly, putting on his apron

"He's nice" you shrug.

"Just nice? I need details how was the sex? Everything you wanted and more?" he was determined to get every detail out of you.

"I mean yes we had sex the night we met its not like anything else would happen between us. He will probably find a new girl in a few weeks" you say kneading the doh, purposely leaving out the fact you have been texting non stop since. "Also, can you check on the cupcakes?"

"You never know, you gotta be a more optimistic baby girl. Or are you still hung up on that Tom guy?"

"God no" you force a laugh, not entirely sure if you were telling the truth. "I just don’t wanna put any pressure on whatever it is between Harrison and I"

"Okay y/n whatever you say" he rolls his eyes playfully.

"That's enough about me. I haven't seen you in nearly a week, what's new with you" he just laughs.

"I went to go see post malone" his eyes immediately light up

"Was he good? I would love to see him live?"

"Sooo fucking good" he drags out, and you quickly prepare your self for hours of him fangirling.

Even Though you enjoyed spending time with Pete, your shift still dragged on.

"2 hours left" you cheer looking at the clock.

"I'm actually gonna leave now, you'll be okay with closing on your own. I have a date" Pete tells you.

"Do i have a choice?" You would be lying if you said you weren't annoyed, but there was no point in telling him what to do because the 1 thing you have learnt from working with him over the last year is that Pete does whatever he wants.

“Have fun!” you shout as he leaves. You rest your hands on your hips and let out a long breath, looking around the bakery at all of the cleaning you still had left to do.

“Hey cutie” a sweet voice echoes through the bakery, you turn to see Harrison leaning on the counter smiling. “I'm taking you to dinner”

“Oh are you now?” you smile

“Yep, how do you feel about nandos?”

“I'd love a nandos. But the shop doesn't close for an hour” you frown. He walks behind the counter and puts an apron on.

“I'll help” he offers.

“No you won't, go sit and wait” you instruct pointing to a chair.

“Let me help”

“My boss would kill me”

“So? What do you need me to do?” you bite your lip thinking.

“I would say stand there and look handsome but I really need the tables wiping and the dish washer needs to be loaded, if you don't mind” you give him a smile and blowing him a kiss.

“Why would i mind? I offered i'll have you know I'm a great cleaner” he says as a matter of factly, “cmon turn the music up and let's have some fun” you both got carried away singing along to the radio, the little bakery full of laughter and giggles. Harrison would pull you by your arm into him so your bodies would be pressed together anytime a slower more romantic song came on

“May i have this dance?” he would whisper, your cheeks turning pink.

“You're gonna spoil your dinner” you tell him taking off your apron, watching the cutie in front of you eat the leftover cupcakes. “You ready?” he nods and you turn off all the lights and lock up. Much like in the bakery, the drive was full of singing and laughter, until his phone rung.

“Hey Tom whats up?” Harrison questions, patting your knee giving it a squeeze. Tom? It couldn't be him.

“When are you home?” Tom questions, he kind of sounded like him, from what you could remember.

“Not sure y/n and I are gonna get food” he looks over at you for a split second before looking back at the road

“Pete's friend at the bakery?”

“Yeah, you know her?” Harrison looked over at you and your heart was racing. You couldn't believe it, it was Tom! Harrison was his friend!

What tom had said to you before was replaying in your head over and over again, was this fate? That's crazy but it's just a coincidence.

“What's on your mind?” Harrison asks, picking at the last of his fries

“Not a lot” you lie. “I'm tired, work was a drag to be honest”

“I didn't realise, you should have said, we didn't have to go get food” Harrison says, you hold his hand over the table, giving it a squeeze.

“I like spending time with you” you admit and he gives you a warm smile. That was the truth, even though you hadn't even known him a full week, you had gotten to know each other alot of these few days and you really did enjoy his company, he was such a kind and warm hearted person, a smile always on his face and not to forget really, really fucking hot.

You throw your bag on the floor as soon as you step into your apartment and kick your shoes off heading to the kitchen to get a drink and look through the post that was delivered today sorting your roommates into a pile. Katie had gone back to the US for summer break, leaving you alone in your tiny apartment which you hated. Your phone pings, a text from Harrison ‘Change of plans, claires party at my place at 9 tomorrow hope I see you there cutie’. You were unsure, it would mean you were seeing Tom tomorrow, right? You didn't understand what it was about him, you felt stupid for liking him so much after only 1 conversation nearly a month ago. It was pathetic, but you agreed to go and you couldn't lie to yourself and say you were going to ONLY see Harrison.

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@sunflxwer99

[sirrriusblack]

Your Royal Highness - Part 2

Part 1, Part 3

* * *

Unknown Number: Hello Your Royal Highness ;)

7:32am. Oh god. I winced at the light from my phone, pressing my head into my pillow to stop the pain. It didn’t work. 

Kingsley: That’s not a good nickname

Unknown Number: I disagree

Kingsley: Huh, too bad for you, I didn’t ask

Unknown Number: :) Sooo if you’re still on talking terms with your ex why did you wanna make him jealous

Kingsley: Have you ever heard of grammar?

Two minutes passed. I bit my lip, then threw my phone on to my bed because I was being so stupid, waiting around for some random guy from a random club to text me and— 

My phone went off, and I hate to say that I jumped for it. No, dived. 

lilsevans liked your post. 

I rolled my eyes. 

Kingsley: I didn’t 

Kingsley: Want to make him jealous, I mean

Kingsley: Not that it’s any of your business

Unknown Number: Hmm

Kingsley: Hmm?

Unknown Number: Hmm

Kingsley: 🙄

Unknown Number: So why’d you kiss me then? Like I said I’m not complaining but why?

Kingsley: It’s hard to explain?

Unknown Number: I’m a smart lad, give it to me

Kingsley: Goodness you’re annoying

Unknown Number: I hope you know I take pride in that

Kingsley: I bet you do

Unknown Number: Stop trying to change the subject

Kingsley: Ugh Fine!

Kingsley: All of my friends are in relationships and they all reckon I’m some depressed tosser ‘cause I’m single

Kingsley: It’s getting quite annoying honestly

Kingsley: So I saw Remus and I kissed you to shut him up because he’s my ex and he still feels bad about breaking up with me and getting with Sirius, ‘cause I haven’t dated anyone since. He thinks I’m upset about it.

Kingsley: You can block me now if you want

Unknown Number: wOw

Kingsley: Yeah...

Kingsley: Like I said. Hard to explain.

Unknown Number: Are you still upset about it?

Kingsley: The breakup? No. I’ve never seen Remus and Sirius so happy and that’s all I want for them

Unknown Number: Huh. Well then I’ve come to save your day.

Kingsley: What?

Unknown Number: I’m gonna be your knight in shining armour and save you from all your couple friends

Unknown Number: When’s the party?

Kingsley: I already said I’d find a way out of this

Unknown Number: Nah

Kingsley: Omfg

Kingsley: 2 o’clock Sunday

Unknown Number: Oh look at that! I’m free :)

I rolled my eyes again.

Contact name has been changed to: Gorgeous Freckle Guy

* * *

I rolled over in bed and groaned into my pillow. My head was aching with a pain I never wanted to feel again. I walked past the lounge room and into the kitchen, noting that Marlene and Dorcas weren’t on the couch. They’d stayed here last night, not bothered enough to get a cab home just to have to come pick their car up in the morning. I ran my hands over my face and turned the kettle on. The doorbell rang.

“Kingsley! We’ve got coffee,” I heard Dorcas shout from outside. I sighed and flicked the kettle off before crossing the room to open the door. The grins on their faces actually ripped a piece of my soul out of my body.

“Why are you so happy?” I groaned, opening the door wider to let them in. Marlene grinned wider and handed me my coffee. I downed half of it in one go.

“Morning fun,” Dorcas explained, running her arm down Marlene’s arm. I choked on my drink and Marlene snorted. 

“Ew.” Dorcas hit me across the head and flopped down on the couch. The couch. “Now I have to steam clean the couch. You two are disgusting.” Marlene snickered and rolled her eyes, sitting down next to Dorcas and reaching for the remote.

“Hey, you won’t be complaining when you’ve got your morning fun time with Fabian and his bright, red hair and really, really green eyes, as you so poetically described them,” Dorcas laughed. I groaned.

“Bugger off, I was drunk,” I said, glaring at both of their grins.

* * *

My hands fumbled with the keys, but I finally got them in and turned them. I flipped the sign on the door to open. Mrs Denver followed me in. 

“You opened late,” she said with her squeaky, scratchy voice. I closed my eyes for a minute before walking behind the counter and turning all of the switches on. 

“Yes Mrs Denver, I only just got here. But we’re open now, what can I get you? The usual?” I asked, turning on the machines. 

“You were supposed to open at 8:15, Kingsley,” she squeaked, stepping up to the counter. I sighed.

“Technically, I’m supposed to get here at 8:15, we open at 8:30, but you just get special treatment. It’s 8:17, Mrs Denver, it’ll be alright. What can I get for you?” I asked again. She huffed and opened her purse. 

“The usual please, Kingsley dear,” she said. I took her money and handed her the change before I started making a black coffee. “Two sugars, remember!” she shouted. I gave her the thumbs up.

The shop was empty. No workers—Alice didn’t come in until 9—and onviously no customers. They didn’t usually start coming in until 9 either, despite opening at 8:30. At least on a Sunday. I was usually made to open shop at 6am on weekdays. I weighed the risk of checking my phone. Once Mrs Denver left, the shop would be practically empty. But if Alice showed up early I would never hear the end of it. I carried the mug over to Mrs Denver’s table, careful not to spill it. I left and came back a moment later, smiling at her as I placed the daily newspaper in front of her. She smiled back.

“Oh, thank you, Kingsley dear.” She sipped the coffee and sighed. I nodded.

“Always, Mrs Denver,” I replied. I heard the crinkling of the newspaper behind me as I walked to the back of the shop. My phone was, like always, void of any notifications or messages. I opened my messages and scrolled through mine and Fabian’s chat. I hated that I half hoped he would have messaged me again. My fingers hovered over the screen for a moment. “Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath.

Kingsley: Hey

Why did I just message the random stranger I met last night at a club? Why can’t I go one bloody hour without fishing for attention? Why do I—

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Hiya :) how are you?

Ah shit. I popped my head out the front to check on Mrs Denver; she was still reading the paper and sipping her coffee. I lifted some boxes onto the counter and started unpacking them—like I was supposed to do yesterday—to make it seem like I was doing something. I don’t know how I still have a job.

Kingsley: I’m good, I’m at work though. You?

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: ooh texting at work? What a rebel

Kingsley: Ha ha.

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: I’m alright, btw. Where do you work?

Kingsley: A coffee shop

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: A barista? Oh you’re so basic

Kingsley: Thanks?

“Kingsley! Are you out the back?” Alice’s voice nearly made me drop my phone. I put it down next to me on the counter.

“Uh, yeah, I’m unpacking,” I called back. I hadn’t even heard the door open.

Kingsley: Sorry, I gtg, my manager just showed up.

I could hear Mrs Denver talking on to Alice—most likely about something in the paper. My phone chimed.

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Okay, when does your shift end?

Kingsley: What? Why?

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Would you mind me stopping by to grab a coffee afterwards?

What? Stopping by? Coffee? Like a date?

“Goodbye, Kingsley dear! Thank you for the coffee,” Mrs Denver called out. I ran my hand through my hair.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Mrs Denver,” I yelled back. I heard the door close.

Kingsley: Uh, sure, I guess. I finish at 12.

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Sound a little happier maybe? 😂

I snorted. He was right. I sounded like seeing him was the last thing I wanted to do. And it definitely wasn’t. That’s what was eating at me.

Kingsley: No, really, I’d love for you to come. It’s Alice and Frank’s on the corner of Diagon Alley.

Gorgeous Freckled Guy: Thanks :) see u at 12.

“Kingsley! I’m going to shatter that thing in a second!” Alice shouted, storming over to me. I raised my hands in surrender.

“I’m sorry! I’ll put it away!” I laughed, twisting around her.

“Yeah, you better,” she threatened, though I could see the glint behind her eyes. I made my way to the locker room and locked my phone away, right as the clock chimed 9 and the door opened.

[buckyspetpsychopath]

We’re perfect

David dobrik x reader

Vlog squad

A/N: this was requested, and I wrote this from my phone notes so I hope this is ok! 😊

Masterlist

I open the door to David’s house instantly hearing the laughter and chatter. I smile and walk in and over the the living room where everyone was sprawled out. Carly is the first to notice me there and smiles, getting up to hug me. I go around the room giving people hugs after not seeing them for a week. When I make it to David the first thing I notice is his pissed off expression. Everyone falls back into their own conversations as I sit myself down on davids lap like I usually do.

“What are you doing here?” He hisses and I’m a little taken back.

“Uhm I texted you. But you didn’t respond and I saw on Instagram that people were here and I haven’t seen you for a couple days so I thought I’d come over.” I mumble and he scoffs.

“When I didnt respond wasn’t that an indicator that I didn’t want you to come. You’re always here, I need some space” he whines pushing me off him onto the couch next to him. My eyes fill with tears but I look away from him.

“Fine, whatever have your space I don’t care” I hiss back at him quietly before standing up. I cough a little to choke back my tears. “Uhm. I just realised, Ive got somewhere I need to be and I’m gonna be late so I’ll see you guys later” I announce to everyone and a round of see you laters arise.

“Will we see you tonight?” Corinna asks and my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Tonight?” I trail off and everyone seems to look at each other oddly.

“The party? Here...” heath exclaims, assuming I’d know there was a party thrown by my boyfriend at his house. I clench my jaw and look towards David. He sinks deeper into the cushions and I scoff.

“Oh yeah. I forgot. Uhm, I’ll try and make it over” I say and everyone woohs. David makes no effort to say goodbye to me so I storm out the door and go home.

I spend the next few hours getting ready, making sure to look extra good. When it’s time to go I uber over to davids, not taking the chance of driving and being too drunk to drive home. The music is thumping as I step out of the Uber, thanking the driver. I walk up the path and open the door. The party was in full swing. A lot of people fill the house making it smell of sweat, alcohol and pizza but it’s nice. Everyone is chatting or dancing. I look around for David but can’t seem to find him when I feel a tap on my back. I turn around and my eyes widen. One of my best friends from back home is standing in front of me.

“Dylan!” I squeal and dive into his arms. He spins me around and I giggle. He sets me down again and I furrow my eyebrows. “Not that I’m not excited you’re here but why are you here?” I question and he smirks holding his hand up. I see a ring on his engagement finger and my jaw drops. Him and his boyfriend have been dating for around 5 years- high school sweethearts I guess.

“I’m engaged bitch” he grins and I jump up and down like a kid.

“Wait what? When? How? Who proposed to who? I better be a bridesmaid” I ramble and he holds my shoulders stopping me from talking. I had caught the attention of a couple of people and they look over curiously.

“I proposed to him and obviously he said yes. Of course you’re my best man- woman” he says and I grin flinging my arms around him.

“Where is Adam?” I ask before I feel arms wrap around my waist spinning my around. I squeal and laugh as they set me down. I turn and see Adam with three plastic cups in his hand.

“Hey, I was getting us drinks” he smiles and then sees liquid on the floor that used to be in the cups from when he spun me around. He shrugs and wraps his arm around me looking down at me. “Did he tell you?” He asks and I nod.

“Congratulations” I smile hugging him properly.

“We need to get a picture so I can post my congrats on Instagram” I laugh and they roll their eyes. We go off to find a nice place for a picture. I call Natalie over as she is closest to me and ask her to take a couple pictures, she agrees immediately.

We take one normal smiling photo before we take a couple goofy ones. We finally take one that we’re all happy with and thank natalie.

“Hey, who are those guys?” Mariah asks.

“Ohh. It’s not like that. They’re gay, they’ve just gotten engaged! They’re my friends back home. I don’t know who invited them here but here they are” I smile.

“Oh. I mean we knew you’d never cheat on David but it looked a bit suspicious until you explained” Liza exclaims and I laugh.

“No other than a real drunk night in high school involving a game of truth or dare when Dylan and I had to kiss- there’s nothing there, he’s completely gay and infatuated with Adam.” I grin.

“And you’re too infatuated with David to even comprehend the glares he’s sending you right now” Kristen giggles pointing behind me at David, who was in fact staring at me angrily. He rolls his eyes when we make eye contact and stumbles off with his camera.

I sigh and follow after him. He stands alone in a secluded part of the kitchen.

“Hey I was looking for you where have you been” I smile trying to lighten his mood.

“Sure, you didn’t seem to be looking for me. Had your hands all over those guys. I mean what the fuck. If you’re gonna cheat on me, don’t do it right under my fucking nose. Wait until your in private, slut” he spits and my eyes widen. He bumps my shoulder roughly as he passes me and makes me topple over, slicing my palm open.

“Wow David calm down bro” heath jumps between us.

“David, you need to go cool off” zane pushes him away as he stands looking at me angrily, unfazed by my bleeding hand. Natalie rushes over with a kitchen towel wrapping it around my hand. I look at David hurtfully.

“What the fuck? I didn’t do anything wrong. If you took any notice of me at all you’d know they’re my friends-who are gay and also engaged. You’ve been too busy ignoring me all night and for the past week at that. If you’re gonna break up with me just do it like a man. Now. Don’t be a pussy and drag it out” I yell at him. His eyes widen and he steps towards me, I flinch and move behind Scott. The most pain I’ve ever seen flashes behind davids eyes in that moment.

“Are you scared of me?” He mumbles. By now, the music had been turned off and everyone was watching our argument. I avoid eye contact with him as a tear slips out. My hand is throbbing and I look down at it, the blood has soaked throw the towel.

“Fuck, can someone please help me clean my hand” I sob. A couple people step foraward but David beats them to it.

“Let me do it” he states. Zane and Scott look at me for confirmation. “Oh come on. I’m not gonna hurt her.” He groans. “Just let me help you, please” he chokes out, looking directly at me now. I bite my lip and nod. We silently go into the bathroom as he seats me on the counter. He closes the door and reaches down under the sink to retrieve the first aid kit. He pulls out the supplies and silently starts cleaning the cut. I hiss but he continues.

“I’m sorry” he whispers.

“That’s your apology” I roll my eyes.

“I wasn’t finished.” He grits. “Im sorry for how I’ve been treating you, it was killing me ignoring you.” He states.

“Then why were you? And what’s with all the stuff tonight, you’d know I’d never cheat on you”

“I just... it’s gonna sound so stupid.” He sighs running a hand through his hair. He’d finished bandaging my hand now, it wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, so I put my hand on his cheek. He sighs leaning into my touch. “I was avoiding you, and being mean to you because I was falling for you -way too hard and way too quick.” He exclaims and I stay silent, nodding for him to continue. “I just... with Liza, it took me so long to fall in love. Not for any reason, we just took things slow. And she’s the only real girlfriend I’ve ever had. Then when I met you, I fell so so hard. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And I got scared, things were moving too quick between us, I panicked” he shrugs.

“I think things are just fine. So what if we’re moving a little fast, we’re at the right pace for us” I smile softly.

“I know it’s only been 4 months but I’m in love with you” He whispers.

“I’m in love with you too” I whisper back after a moment of processing his words. He looks relieved as he places a deep kiss on my lips. “I’ve missed that” he grins moving into kiss me again. We pull away from each other with little grins that cannot seem to leave our faces. I hop off the counter and lace my non bandaged hand in his as we leave the bathroom. Our immediate friend group are sat in the living room- most likely trying to hear our conversation and hopefully failing. Everyone else had left.

“We sent them home” Todd speaks up when they see our confusion. We both nod and David pulls his hand away from mine, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close to him. He leaves a kiss on my forehead as a small grin makes its way onto my face.

“Sooo you guys are ok?” Carly asks, speaking up for everyone. I look up at David and smile making him lean down and kiss my nose.

“Yeah were good” I confirm and everyone let’s out a sigh of relief.

“I thought we were gonna have to choose between you guys and I couldn’t do that” zane sighs dramatically making me giggle.

“We’re good” I repeat looking up at David again.

“We’re perfect” davids smiles pulling me close to him again. A warmth spreads through my chest and I feel like a little girl who’s crush just admitted that he likes her back- all giddy. Everyone starts filing out and then it’s just me, David and natalie. Natalie heads to her room and David and I head off to bed.

“What you’re not gonna edit anything?” I ask, which is seemingly all he does lately, he barely sleeps. He shakes his head.

“I don’t have to post until tomorrow, and I wanna spend some time with my girl tonight” he states, bringing my hand up to press a kiss to my bandage and I blush. The warmth rising in my chest again and butterflies rushing through my stomach when he calls me his girl.

“I love you” I whisper.

“Im never gonna get tired of hearing that, i love you too, let’s go to sleep” he laughs pulling me over to his bed to cuddle.

[until-theend-oftheline]

When They Had Nothing - Part 6: Letters

Pairing: Stucky (Eventually)

Warnings: Bucky worrying about Steve, War, mention of Dear Jane letter, casualties of war  

Square Filled: Thanatophobia for @marvelangstbingo

Word Count: 2100ish

A/N: This is my new Stucky series. It starts with the boys as kids in Brooklyn and follows CAFA but from Bucky’s POV rather than Steve’s. I am sooo excited about this series which I have been working on for about 6 months as it’s written for @cabigbang

Art Inspired by WTHN by: @ischa-posts - thank you so much for taking the time to create art for my series! - Including the art in this post!

Betaed by: @emilyevanston and @ifyougetkilled-walk-it-off - Thank you so much for all your help!

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July 4th, 1943

Bucky had been stationed in London for a few weeks now. The first thing he had done was to write Steve and let him now he had arrived safely. He had jokingly talked about some of the other soldiers being seasick half of the way, adding how he thought Steve would have had he been on the boat with Bucky.

He had written Connie too and received a letter back from her but nothing from Steve yet. Bucky knew that shouldn’t make him worry. It had only been a few weeks and he was far away from home. V-mail was expensive or maybe Steve had just been busy working. Still, he couldn’t help but imagine all the other scenarios that could have unfolded.

Steve was Steve and without Bucky there to stop the bullies he was standing up to from beating the little guy half to death, Steve could have landed himself in hospital. Steve had been in and out of hospitals most of his life and not just from the beatings he had received. His health sometimes took a downturn quickly and Bucky worried that might have happened too. The worst thing he could image though had been the warning he had left Steve with. He worried that the MPs had caught him and he was in jail or some doctor had thought it would be amusing to let the little guy learn his lesson by letting him sign up.

Bucky knew the last part was unlikely, but still, he worried. He always had to an extent and being so far away from his best friend only enhanced it all. Today, however, his mind was elsewhere. His unit had gotten their orders. They were sailing out first thing tomorrow. He had already written and sealed his letter to Connie, letting her know they might be further apart now and that the real war was starting for him. He took a deep breath before putting the pen to paper, writing Steve to let him know the same.

Dear Steve

I am spending my last night in London tonight. I took a walk down by the Thames and I really wish you could see this place. You’d love it. The buildings that aren’t in ruins are beautiful. Even the ruins are I suppose. I think you’d have loved drawing some of these places, even though you always try to hide them from me. I never understood why you’d never let me see them? You know I'd Just look after you fell asleep right?

Maybe that confession wasn’t the smartest but you’ll forget by the time I get back home. Home. Even with the beauty of this place I miss Brooklyn and our apartment.

It’s your birthday today. Did you go to Coney Island without me, punk? I hope you did. I hope you are well. I know you’ll be grumpy hearing this but I worry about you. I wish I knew you were safe before shipping out tomorrow. I know you want to prove yourself and help make the world a safer place, but, Steve, there are more ways to do that than going to war. Please stay safe until I get back home.

Bucky.

August 22nd, 1943

For the first time, in his life Bucky started to understand how both George but especially Joseph had returned from war changed men. The invasion of Sicily had been a bloody one. Bucky had made it through every battle unscathed if you didn’t count the ringing ears he had suffered after a grenade went off a few feet from him. The blast had sent him flying and he had been sure he had gone deaf when he came too, but he wasn’t hurt. Some would call it a miracle, but not Bucky. He couldn’t understand how he could walk away when his friend died in his arms as Bucky desperately tried to put enough pressure on his wounds so his guts wouldn’t spill out and his friend wouldn’t bleed to death.

It had been the first loss Bucky had experienced but war is both cruel and merciful in that he never the time to process it. He was never allowed the time to really fear for his own life, as he tried his best to keep his men and friends alive.

Bucky was the company's best sniper. One of America’s best, even if he never thought of himself as such. This did, however, mean he wasn't always in the midst of the battle. It was his job to get to high ground and watch the other’s back. It was what he had done for Steve most of his life and it was a task Bucky was good at even if he sometimes wished he could do more.

It had been a bloody few days and all Bucky had been able to bear to write was his diary. He knew that he would let Steve read it one day, when he was home and safe from the thunder of the gunshots and the never-ending fear of a HYDRA ambush. He found himself thinking less and less of Connie. The dream and hope of a normal life when he got back was floating further and further away. He had still dutifully written her a letter before moving on to the one he really wanted to write.

Steve was the one that knew him and the one that Bucky selfishly wished was at his side to keep him sane. A bigger part of him was happy that he wasn’t though. Steve was home safe and he was going to be there when he made it back home. Bucky knew he would never turn into someone he wasn’t because Steve wouldn’t allow it. He would be there to remind him of the person he had always been and Bucky found a sense of peace in that.

Dear Steve

I wish I had heard from you. It doesn’t seem as if a lot of letters had been coming through, but I am hoping it’s about to change now. Sicily is now free. For now. I’m sure HYDRA has other plans but we’re going to take the victory.

I don’t even know how to begin to explain what it’s like over here. Sometimes I just wanna go home and pretend all of this isn’t real. Stop scowling at me. I know you wouldn’t approve. It’s your faith in the person you see me as that keeps me going.

I met a woman and her two little kids yesterday. She fed us and thanked us. Moments like those makes it all worth it.

I don’t want to worry you, Stevie. I’m doing just fine. It’s just the rush of a battle I guess. Tell you what… be glad you are not here because your asthmatic ass would have fallen over dead just by breathing in the thick ass of gunfire. Hell, I can barely breathe at times.

I know you wish you were here with me, Steve, and truth be told I wish that too sometimes, but it’s better this way. I’ll be home soon. HYDRA and Nazis aren’t as scary as they want the world to believe.

I miss you, punk. Please let me hear from you soon.

Bucky.  

September 25th, 1943

Bucky hadn’t expected the waiting game to be even worse than the actual war when he left home. The 107th job for the past few weeks had been to hold Sicily. There had been a few skirmishes and a few attacks to push back but nothing major and nothing that caused the casualties like the first month

It gave Bucky time to think. Too much time maybe. He didn’t just think of the near misses that could have gotten him killed and the people that he had lost. He thought about how he wanted life to be after the war. His mind began to wander to what couldn’t be. He selfishly started to hope that maybe Steve would never find the courage he needed to talk to women or maybe the women he did talk to would just be too stupid to see past the small guy in front of them. Maybe no one would ever see what Bucky saw. He hated himself for thinking like that. He wanted Steve to be happy, a small part of Bucky just hoped he would be happy with him.

The truth was that almost dying more than once and seeing people die in front of him had sparked something in Bucky he had tried hard to push down all of his life. Fearing for his life almost daily made him want to not live a half-truth anymore. He knew how he was wrong but he loved Steve. When his mind left the battlefields and the horrors around him they didn’t go to Connie even if she was an amazing girl. Bucky cared for her and he knew he could probably build a life with her and be satisfied.

She just wasn’t Steve. He would never love anyone the way he loved him. The little punk that always pushed him to be better. The one person that had seen him at his best and his worst and never looked at him differently for any of it. Bucky’s escape was with Steve which was why he had written Connie the night before the 107th was shipping off to the mainland and new wars. He knew he couldn’t lead her on. Bucky carefully phrased his letter, telling her he was no longer the same which to an extent was true. He never told her about Steve or how he was feeling. He just gently let her know he could no longer continue writing her and that he wished her the best of luck in her future.

He completely lost his courage though when it came to writing his best friend. A friend he hadn’t heard from in months. He was afraid he was already too late telling Steve how he felt and still he couldn’t bring himself to really do it. Not in a letter.

He kept writing him though. Telling him about the places he saw and that he wished Steve could see. He told him of the friends he made. He added the poor conditions to try and discourage Steve from signing up over and over. There was no way he would survive over here and Bucky didn’t want him to try.

He wasn’t sure his letters was reaching Steve but he had to keep trying. He knew from the letters Rebecca had sent him that Steve hadn’t been visiting the Barnes and he hadn’t opened the door the few times she had gone to check on him. It had Bucky worried and he almost considered leaving the army a few times to go searching for his friend. His sense of duty was too strong in the end and he knew Steve wouldn’t want him to abandon his post no matter what was going on. Instead, he kept writing and hoping that Steve was somewhere safe and not behind bars in a military prison somewhere.

Dear Steve

It’s been relatively quiet here. I was hoping to have heard from you by now. Becca wrote telling me she hasn’t seen you in a while. She is doing well by the way. Apparently, I’m not the only one she has been writing. Remember Wilson? The kid in her class? He shipped out to England last month and he asked Becca if he could write to her. We might have to pay him a visit when we are all back home. He’s a good kid though. I’m happy for her, I just wish she didn’t have to go through all of this twice.

Sometimes I wonder if signing up was the right call. Don’t get me wrong, we’re needed over here, but if you are sick somewhere… I hate for Becca to go through all of this on her own too. I should be making sure the two of you are safe. Not running around trying to save the world.

I know what you would say. I can hear you in my head every damn day and you’re right. This is for you and her. It’s for mom and dad. It’s for everyone here that needs our help. We grew up fighting bullies. There’s just a hell of a lot more of them over here but we’re going to win. Good always does, right?

Please if you get this letter, drop in on Becca and let her know you are safe. The kid almost worries about you as much as I do. And I worry about her too. It would mean a lot to me to know you were there for each other when I can’t be.

We’re sailing to the mainland tomorrow so it might be awhile before I get any letters you might send. I’ll be looking forward to hearing from you though. I miss you.

Bucky.

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[yeonjuins]

yes!! I hope you’re able to get it!! It’s always good to splurge every once in a while SJSJ

thank you ♡︎♡︎ and yes I am!! I didn’t do too well on some of them but I pushed through!! I just have to do better next time 😤

oh wow,, that’s so interesting KAKSKS even if it isn’t true it sparked my interest Oooh I have no words I’m so fascinated SJSJSK I will definitely check him out!! ♡ so do youuu!! I’m actually obsessed with honey bee, it gets stuck in my head so much,, and movie by Jin woo came on while I was listening to music today and I went “woo!” SKSJSJ ahh you’re the sweetest,,, i am throwing hearts at you like a flower girl ♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎ im glad you enjoy them !! hopefully there will be more to come but I haven’t been listening to anything new SJSJS unless I start giving you a song rec of the day I miss our music talks ngl ♡︎♡︎

(lengthy response !)

hello my love i hope u don't mind me doing sort of a two in one situation here ;; i was able to get both (did i tell you i was getting another two mark pcs hehe) but i got both pcs !! one is being sent out tomorrow and the other is on a delay ;; the seller ran out of toploaders so they're going to wait until those come in first (which i don't mind the wait! just want my mark pc yanno </3 but at least he'll get here safely)

it's okay !! even if you didn't do too well on them, i'm proud of you my love (:< you did your best and i believe that whatever you shoot for next will end up just fine <3

in terms of bewhy, i truly think he's some sort of music genius... a lot of the khiphop songs i used to listen to are pretty much your generic 'hype/noise' music songs to get all excited too but bewhy just hits SOOO different (":

i rmbr reading your part about how movie reminds me of you and i was so flattered like gasp a song !? reminds someone ?!?!? of me ?!!!?!??!? i'm so so so glad you like honey bee oh my god... it's actually one of my favourite songs of all time and i just think the progression of the song is so good... sometimes i love just listening to the song three times back to back (<- pretentious, but once to focus on the instrumentals, a second time for vocals, and then a third time just to enjoy) and i get goosebumps every time </3

i have found new music lately but i'm not sure if you'd be into it ? truly any audios that i post on my blog are just songs that have me at a chokehold.... sometimes i just upload it myself too for the sole fact of having it on my blog (": if you ever wanna know what i'm listening to lately just check out the #audios section of my blog PAHHAHA (<- feels so weird saying that.... feels like i'm redirecting you to some source like i'm some influencer.... pls... i am nothing but just a mere music enjoyer)

[hockeyandstuff91]

How did this happen? - Part 6

Word count: 4,974

Players: Tyler Seguin, Alexander Radulov, Jamie Benn

Other people: Katie

Warning: cussing

Authors note: Yay part 6! Sooo I don't know that you can't get Boston cream doughnuts in Texas, however in this case we are going to pretend that you can't lol.

ALSO LMAO I just kept writing and writing and writing so oops.. its a lot longer than I meant for it to be, also why it ends the way it does because I could totally keep going but I decided to make this two parts lol

Translations for this part are going to be: детка = babe in Russian (according to google translate. I apologize if this is not accurate lol)

Hope you enjoy!

Part 1    Part 2    Part 3    Part 4    Part 5   Part 6.5

(Brooke’s POV)

I was dragged out of my sleep by my phone going off. I groaned and opened my right eye, squinting at the clock on my bedside table.

Fucking 8? Really? It's my damn day off and I can't even sleep in.

I sigh and grab my phone off the table and pull the charger out of it. I slide my finger across the bottom and hold it up to my ear, pulling the blanket up over my head.

"Hello?" I mumbled.

"Still asleep?" Tyler was way too awake this early in the morning on a Saturday.

"I was but not anymore," I sighed.

"Wow someone is grumpy this morning," he laughed, I heard his car door open and close in the background and the sound of the engine start. I could tell I had been switched over to the car speakers as he started to back out of his driveway.

"Sorry Ty, I just was hoping that on my day off I would get to sleep in."

"It's okay. You want me to grab you anything?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like breakfast! A coffee or something? I'm gonna get myself something before I head over."

"Over where?" I was still way too tired to keep up right now.

"To your apartment!"

"At 8 in the morning?!"

"Yeah I wanted to stop by before Jamie, Rads, and I go golfing."

"Why?" I asked, a little more irritated than I meant for it to come out.

"Jeez I just wanted to see my best friend but you clearly aren't in the mood. I'll just-"

"No Tyler I'm sorry," I groaned as I pushed the blanket off of me and I sat up. "I'm still half asleep. I'm not exactly following this conversation that well right now," I managed to huff out half of a laugh.

"Alright well I'll be there in like 10 minutes. You want anything?"

"Yeah just get me a doughnut? Do they have Boston cream down here?"

"You like Boston cream doughnuts?!"

I laugh "Yes Tyler I did live only 3 hours from Boston my whole life, all of the dunkin donuts had them."

"I haven't had one in a while. Probably since I was in Boston."

"Well if you find one, that is what I want because neither have I. If not I'll just take a frozen mocha drink of some kind, and a glazed doughnut would be good."

"Alright sounds good. I'll be there soon."

"Okay drive safe," I said and we both hung up. I yawned, stretching and got out of bed. I looked at myself in the mirror and took my hair out of the french braid it was in, throwing it up into a messy bun instead. I didn't feel like getting dressed right now and if Tyler was going to golf with Jamie and Rads I knew he wouldn't be here for long so maybe I would get the chance to go back to sleep after he left. I walked out to the living room of my apartment and sat on the couch, pulling a blanket over my lap since I was only wearing an oversized tshirt. I flipped the TV on and found nothing interesting, of course, so I just turned it to the sports channel for background noise and decided to scroll through Instagram.

About 50 puppy pictures, and random hockey related posts later I heard a knock on my door. I set my phone down on the coffee table and got up, pulling the blanket with me, wrapping it around my shoulders and walking to the door. I looked through the peep hole, seeing Tyler standing there waiting for me.

I opened the door and poked my head out "Yes? Who are you?" I smirked.

"Oh come on!" Tyler laughed and I stepped away from the door, opening it all the way for him.

I turned and made my way back to my nest of pillows on the couch and sat back down. Tyler followed close behind me, setting our drinks and a paper bag of food on the coffee table. He pulled out a separate smaller bag from the bigger bag and tossed it to me.

"Here you go princess," he smirked and sat down on the couch next to me.

I raised an eyebrow at him and opened the bag, gasping. "Where did you find one?"

"I went to a special bakery in town that is owned by a family that was from New England. They have specialty New England items you can't get in Texas anywhere else."

"Aww Ty you didn't have to-"

"Oh if you didn't notice there's two in there, one is for me. I forgot all about those sugar filled devils until you brought it up," He smirked and stuck his hand into the bag and pulled one out for himself.

I just laughed and rubbed my face as I yawned again, still not fully awake.

"Aww is Brookie tired?" He mocked me, wrapping his arm around me as he ate his doughnut.

"Yes," I mumbled and laid my head on his shoulder while I slowly ate my doughnut.

"Well tonight there's a hockey event going on and the players are allowed a plus one. You wanna go with?"

"Me?" I asked, tilting my head to look up at him, seeing him take the last bite of his doughnut.

He laughed and wiped my cheek with his finger, there was chocolate on it, clearly I was making a mess, but at least it was entertaining him. He licked it off his finger and smirked at me, wiggling his eyebrows.

"You're gross," I laughed.

"Why?"

"Because I know what your mind is like, don't even start its too early."

"Fine fine. Anyways do you want to go?"

"I don't have anything to wear for something like that, Ty."

"That's okay we'll get you something," he said and pulled out his phone. "Rads just texted me and said Ashlyn is going, you two can go shopping and find something I'm sure."

"Ty I don't have extra money for all of this right now, I'm barely making my rent as it is," I said looking back up at him.

Tyler looked down at me and smiled "It's okay I'll cover it. I really want you to go Brooke."

"Is that why you came to my house at 8 in the morning?" I asked him as I finished my doughnut.

"Well.." Tyler smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. "I thought that if I asked you in person you would be more likely to say yes."

I sighed and nuzzled my face into his shoulder, closing my eyes. I normally would argue with him buying something for me, especially something I knew was going to be expensive. But it was too early and I knew he wouldn't take no for an answer anyways. "What kind of event is this anyways?" I mumbled against his shoulder.

Tyler rested his head against mine and rubbed my arm. "It's a charity event for the children's hospital. We go visit them tomorrow before the game, but tonight we are raising money so we can bring them the check tomorrow."

"Awww!" Anything kid related made my heart melt, especially for ones that were sick. I had been in the hospital for 2 weeks, over Christmas no less, back when I was 9 so I knew how they felt. Having the guys show up to visit them tomorrow was going to really make the kids happy. "Yeah I'll go Ty," I smiled against him.

I had been surprised how cuddly of a person Tyler was, but I for sure enjoyed it. I didn't think he would be open to that especially since we were just friends, but it made sense, there was no pressure there for him to be anything but himself and it just felt natural.

"Yeah? Great! I'm excited. The other guys will be there, some you haven't met. Of course you know Jamie and Rads the most out of them all, Ashlyn and Katie will be there so you girls can hang out when we have to go mingle."

I nodded and pulled the blanket over myself more, some of it covering Tyler as well.

"Ohh no don't get too comfortable. I need to go meet Jam and Rads in like 20 minutes to get in some golfing before we get ready later," he laughed.

I whined and pushed closer to him. I would much rather just spend the day with him but I knew that both of us had our own lives to live away from each other sometimes, even if a lot of the time over the last couple months we had basically been attached at the hip for the most part when he was home.

"I know," he said softly, almost reading my mind. "You get 5 minutes of cuddle time and then I gotta go," he said, pulling me closer and wrapping his other arm around me.

I smiled and rested my head on his chest, feeling his chin rest on top of my head. He rubbed small circles on my back as I just listened to his heart beat. It was soothing and it almost put me back to sleep before Tyler started to pull back.

"Alright I gave you 3 extra minutes, if I'm late I'm blaming you," he laughed and I pulled back so he could get up.

"Jamie and Rad wont care," I said and watched him grab his coffee.

"Rads might not but Jamie.. He takes his golf very seriously," He laughed, smiling down at me.

"What doesn't he take seriously?"

"Good point. Oh! Before I forget here..." Tyler reached into his pocket and grabbed out his wallet and dropped a card onto my coffee table. "Don't spend more than like a grand k?" he laughed again.

"What?! There is no way I would ever spend that much on a dress Tyler, this isn't a wedding, don't worry," I smiled and stood up to give him a hug.

"I know. I just forget sometimes you aren't like other girls from around here," he said wrapping his arms around me again.

"Well that's because I'm not technically from here. But yes you're right, I'm not like most of them," I smile and give him a slight squeeze. "You know me Tyler, I'm not a huge materialistic person."

"I know," he nodded and pulled back from the hug. "Okay so text me pictures or something, I need to know what tie to wear."

"We are gonna match?" I smirked and raised an eyebrow at him, he nodded. "What is this prom?" I laughed.

"Oh shut up, you know Rads and Ashlyn and Jam and Katie are going to match. You don't want to be left out do you?"

I sighed and shook my head "Nooo.. I guess not," I smiled and walked him to the door.

"Have fun dress shopping. And don't spend all of my money!"

"I won't! Have fun golfing," I said and closed the door behind him.

Ashlyn and I had gone to a few dress shops around the city, me being mostly frustrated that none of them fit me well. I wasn't exactly a tiny girl, I had a few more curves to me than most of the other women that were going to be at this event tonight. Of course it didn't help that I also had a large chest (thanks a lot mom and gram) so finding a dress that fit all of my lovely assets wasn't the easiest thing. Thankfully the ladies at the dress shops loved to help and I finally was able to find a dress that I liked, and would wear more than once.

I walked out of the dressing room in the 3rd dress at this store. It felt like I had tried on at least 100 dresses and we had been dress hunting all day, but I knew that was just because I hated trying on clothes. This dress had been on the mannequin in the front of the store and both Ashlyn and I had been eyeing it the whole time, but there was no way I thought it would end up in the dressing room with me. It was a dress I wished I could wear but never felt like I could pull off. It was a tighter dress than I was comfortable with, ruched all the way down the front of the dress, the neckline had a piece added on to add an off the shoulder look, and it was beautiful deep dark purple color, which was one of my favorite colors.

"You look so great!" Ashlyn smiled as she watched me turn from side to side in front of the wall of mirrors.

"You think? It doesn't like.."

"No Brooke its beautiful."

I sigh and nod, turning around and smile at her.

"Do you like it?"

"I do yeah. I do think it is pretty and I think I look good in it-"

"But?"

"I mean you know I have self confidence issues, and normally I wouldn't try to worry too much about it but its a bit different this time."

"Because of Tyler?"

I just nod and turn back to the mirror, looking at myself, I pull at the fabric to try and make it hide the places on my body I don't like as much.

"Brooke stop picking. You seriously do look great"

"You sure its not too tight? I mean I could find something more flowy.."

"If you aren't comfortable in it then don't get it. But I think you are worrying too much. I know you like Tyler and I know you want to make a good impression on him. But he likes you for you. I mean you guys have been attached at the hip when they have been home, there's a reason for that. Don't stress so much," Ashlyn said, getting up and walking over to me, fixing the dress.

I sigh and nod. "I just know the type of girls-"

"Yes I know. We all are aware. But you know what there's a reason they don't stick around long. Why it wont ever last with one of those girls."

"I know I know."

"Then quit, and lets go pay for this and see if we can find you some shoes to go with it," she smiles at me in the mirror.

I walk back into the dressing room and then laugh, realizing there's no way I'm getting this thing off by myself. I poke my head out the dressing room and ask Ashlyn to unzip it for me, going back in and changing into my normal clothes. I walk back out, the dress carefully draped over my arm.

"So how much does that thing cost anyways?" Ashlyn asks as she stands back up off the couch.

"I haven't dared to look yet," I said and laugh.

"Well look!" Ashlyn laughed and walked over to me.

I grabbed the tag and flipped it over. It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be, but it was for sure not something that I would ever buy myself.

"Ugh," Ashlyn groaned.

"Yeah I would never buy this for myself. Nope," I shook my head and started walking with her towards the shoe section.

"Well good thing you aren't!" Ashlyn laughed as she started looking at shoes.

"Did you get a new dress too?"

"Yeah, Alex paid for it. It was a little less than that one," she motioned to the dress still in my arms.

I nodded "Well lets just hope that the shoes aren't stupidly expensive too," I smile as we look through the displays.

The dress was going to be $350 which was honestly not surprising, but that still didn't make me feel any less bad. I know Tyler said that it was fine but I wasn't that type of girl. I didn't buy expensive things, I didn't like when other people bought me expensive things either. I just hoped he didn't mind that if I went to more than one event with him I would be wearing this dress to a lot of them.

Thankfully Ashlyn and I had found some cute black heels to go with it that were only $100 and me knowing shoes so well, after working in a shoe store back at home from the ages of 16-21, I knew that was pretty common and not a bad price at all.

We walked over to the counter and set the dress and shoes up there. The lady behind the counter placed the dress into protective bag that allowed it to still hang flat. She grabbed a box for the shoes and told me that my total was going to be about $460. I nodded and handed her Tyler's card and looked over to Ashlyn, shaking my head.

She laughed and nodded, knowing that I hated doing this. "You'll be alright. It wont kill you to treat yourself for once."

"Oooh I know," I said and grabbed the pen from the counter to sign the slip before grabbing his card back and putting it back in my wallet and then into my purse. I grabbed the dress bag and Ashlyn grabbed the shoe box as we headed back out to her car.

"Aw shit I forgot to take a picture of it to send to Tyler."

"It's okay we can take one when we drop it off at my house."

"Drop it off? Why what else are we doing?"

"Katie invited us to go with her to get our nails, hair, and makeup done before tonight. Tyler didn't tell you?"

"No he didn't. But that was very sweet of her to invite us!"

Ashlyn and I had hung out with Katie a few times, at home games, as well as at some cookouts and dinners that Jamie and her had invited all of us to when the boys had a little down time between games. She was very sweet and welcoming to the two of us, which was really nice. I did feel a little out of the loop at first only being the friend but she never made it feel like I didn't belong, which I appreciated a lot.

Ashlyn and I got into her car and made the short drive to her apartment. I hung the dress in the doorway of the hall that lead to her bedroom and unzipped the protective cover.

"Brooke, I was thinking on the way over here you shouldn't send Tyler a picture of the dress," Ashlyn said as she grabbed a water out of the fridge.

"Why not? He asked me to so that he could pick out what tie he was going to wear."

"Well take a picture of just the color then instead of the whole dress. Make it a surprise."

I shrugged "Yeah I guess. I mean I don't think hes going to be stunned or anything when he sees me," I laugh as I pull out my phone and take a picture of just the color of the dress.

"You never know!" Ashlyn said as she walked by you and into her bedroom to grab her dress to bring out and show me.

"Maybe.." I said softly, not loud enough for her to hear me since she was in the other room now.

I opened up the message app on my phone and went to Tyler's name. I sent the picture of the dress and added in

Me: You'll have to wait until later to see the rest, but here is the color 😜

I pocketed my phone and zipped the dress back up and went to grab a water from Ashlyn's fridge for myself. Just as I did Ashlyn came out with her dress, also in a protective bag, and hung it up next to mine in the doorway.

"Ooo yes I'm excited to see yours!"

She unzipped the bag and moved it out of the way so I could see the whole dress.

"Oh that is so beautiful! Does Alex know what it looks like yet?"

Ashlyn shook her head. "No I went yesterday while he was at practice. He said he didn't want to know until tonight when we all showed up for the event. Us girls are going separate from the boys since we are leaving right after our appointment to come back here to get dressed and then head straight to the event."

I just nodded my head. It was a good thing I was a go with the flow kind of person because all of the plans that were going on today I had no knowledge of, but I was having fun so I didn't really care.

"Well I think we are going to look great!" I smiled and walked over to where Ashlyn was standing so that I could look at the dresses better.

After another 20 minutes of talking about our dresses and relaxing on the couch we went to go head to the salon to meet Katie for our appointment. We stopped at a coffee shop to grab a few drinks for the three of us before meeting Katie in the parking lot of the salon.

"Hey girls!" Katie smiled as she came over to greet us, giving each of us a hug.

"Hey Katie how have you been?" Ashlyn asked.

"Great! Are you two ready for tonight?"

Ashlyn smiled and nodded, I just kind of looked at Katie.

"Whats the matter Brooke?" She asked as we headed inside.

I shook my head and shrugged. "Nothing."

Katie and Ashlyn looked at me but didn't say anything since the lady had greeted us when we walked in the door and started getting our information for the appointment. We got brought over to a few chairs to get a pedicure to start with.

I placed my feet in the water, enjoying the massage they were getting by the jets in the water. The ladies who were going to be doing our pedicure had left to go get the lotions and nail polish colors we had picked. I happened to be sitting right in the middle of Katie and Ashlyn which meant as soon as we were left alone the two of them both turned to me.

"What?!" I laughed and looked between them.

"Are you doing okay?" Katie asked me.

"Yeah why?" I asked, taking a sip of my mocha iced coffee drink.

"You just seem.. different than usual," Katie commented.

I looked over to Ashlyn and she gave me a small smile. She understood what was going on in my head but I guess I was going to have to explain it to Katie, which I wasn't really sure how this was going to go because she was one of the skinny and pretty ones that I always compared myself to.

"I know I'm not being my normal talkative self today," I start as I turn to look at Katie. "I'm just not sure what to expect for tonight is all," I smiled at her.

"Oh you'll be fine! We will be there with you. And Tyler and the guys will all be there. There is nothing to worry about," she smiled back. "But I feel like that's not all it is," she said giving me a quizzical look.

I sighed and pursed my lips, thinking how to explain this to her. "I'm not exactly the most self confident person. I got a really great dress but I'm just a little worried about it."

"What? Why you are beautiful!" Katie said.

I smiled "Thanks."

"She's over thinking it because Tyler is going to be there," Ashlyn said, knowing that you didn't really want to say it but it was going to come up at some point anyways.

"Why would that-" Katie started but then nodded "Oh I understand," she said and reached over, grabbing my hand. "You and him are close sweetie. I haven't seen him and another girl attached to each other like the two of you are. I wouldn't worry so much about your physical appearance Hun."

I sighed and nodded "I know. I keep telling myself the same thing. I mean back when he and I first met we both agreed that we felt like we had known each other forever. So there's something clearly there that makes us so close to each other, which is great."

The two other girls nod and Katie sits back in her seat. The nail tech ladies come back in and sit in front of the three of us on their stools and start our pedicures.

After a few moments of silence I speak up again, adding to my previous statement "And I mean honestly as much as I like him, even if we didn't end up together I'm glad that he and I are so close as friends."

"Yeah you guys are great," Katie smiles, looking up from her phone over at me.

"I just have a bad feeling that I will end up pushed out if someone else comes along, that's all."

"I wouldn't worry about that," Katie says shaking her head.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't think that would happen, not with the way he acts with you."

"Yeah but the type of girls he goes for and I usually don't tend to get along with one another."

Katie laughed "Yeah but there's a reason why none of them have lasted."

"I said the same thing!" Ashlyn said.

"See?" Katie said, pointing to Ashlyn "She knows."

"Oh so do I. I just always compare myself to girls like that, and I think that also has to do with the whole issue of tonight. I don't want to stick out among the rest of you. I mean I already do as is just being the friend-"

"No you won't stick out. You will look amazing. Stop. Worrying."

"okay okay!" I laughed and sat back.

The rest of the afternoon we talked about other random things, the topic of the boys not really coming up except for when Jamie called Katie to let us all know that they would be getting to the event a little early and would meet us out front.

"We need to hang out more just us girls, without the boys! This was so much fun," Katie smiled as the three of us walked outside. We had spent 3 hours in there getting our toes and finger nails done, hair styled, and makeup done.

"We really do! Especially when they are gone for away games," Ashlyn suggested.

Katie nodded "I get so bored at home alone when Jam is gone, having the girls over more often would be great. Oh! So I brought my dress with me, you girls don't mind if I follow you back to your apartment and we can all get dressed there so we can cut down on cars we take? I have room for all of us."

"That would be great! Alex asked if I wanted to stay over his house after the event anyways," Ashlyn said. "So if I don't have to drive I'm happy with that," she laughed.

I nodded "I'm sure I can convince Tyler to drive me home after," I laughed.

"Okay, I'll follow you guys," Katie smiled as she got into her car and we got into Ashlyn's.

Once getting to Ashlyn's apartment Katie gushed over our dresses and was excited to see what we looked like in them. Katie got changed first, Ashlyn and I leaning against the counter in her kitchen while we look at Instagram.

Ashlyn's phone rang and I saw Alexander's face pop up on her screen. I smiled and stepped away, walking over to where my dress was hanging up so she could talk to him.

"Hello?" Ashlyn answers her phone.

"Hey детка," Alexander responds.

Ashlyn smiles, loving when he uses Russian words that he had taught her. "How was golf?"

"Good! I missed you. Can't wait to see you soon."

"Me too. We should be headed out in a few minutes. Brooke and I just need to get changed and we are ready to go."

"Okay. We are just parking the car I will see you out front when you get here," Alexander said

"Okay. We are all coming in Katie's car so I will ride back with you tonight if that's okay?"

"Of course детка!"

"Alright," Ashlyn giggled "See you in a bit."

"Bye bye."

"You two are so cute," I smiled over to Ashlyn as she hung up her phone.

"Oh shush," Ashlyn said just as Katie walked out.

"Your next!" Katie said, tapping my shoulder.

I sighed "Alright well I'll need one of you to zip me up when I come out," I said and walked into the bedroom to get changed.

After getting dressed us girls all walked out to Katie's car and made our way to the event. There was a line of cars, a valet attendant taking people's keys to park their cars. Not something that I was used to, but it was fun to get all dressed up and go to something fancy like this.

"Oh there are the boys," Katie said, motioning over towards the front door.

The three of us got out of the car, the boys walking over when they noticed us, Alexander took Ashlyn's arm and escorted her towards the door, I could over hear him complimenting how beautiful she looked.

Jamie smiled and brought Katie over, nudging Tyler who was on his phone, typing something. He finished and put his phone in his pocket before looking up, seeing me for the first time tonight in my dress.

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Hey y’all~ Sorry I didn’t post yesterday (like I said I would) but my internet was down sooo...(?) I’m here now! Day Four: Yoongi Smut~ Disclaimer: I do not own the picture used.

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,718 

Parings: Yoongi and reader

Group: BTS

The final bell for the day rang indicating the beginning of the weekend. Just as you were about to gather your things and rush out the room your teacher Mr. Kim's deep voice was heard through the shuffling of your classmates quick movements to the door, it wasn't a shock that your best friend, Yoongi was already gone.

"Don't forget, your projects are due this Monday, so finish up on what you haven't yet to do." You immediately froze, you had forgotten the due date for your project. Both you and Yoongi thought you had another week's time to finish it up. 

You quickly finished gathering your things to find your project partner in the waves of people heading to the nearest doors. After dodging mindless people and slumped bodies as they pasted, you figure it would be best to head to you locker first before trying to find him, maybe then the amount of chaos would died down a bit.

As you carefully shuffled to the other side of the hall, your locker came into view and so did the dark hair figure that stood leaning onto the surrounding ones. His focus directed towards the phone that he held in his hands, but as you got closer, his head jerked up in your direction but quickly returned to his phone once he saw it as you.

"Took you long enough." He finally spoke as you opened your locker.

"I was looking for you."

"And I was waiting for you." Yoongi responded as he tucked away his phone into his pocket. "Other than that, while I as waiting for you I aw Joshua and he invited us to the house party he's throwing tonight since his parents are out of town. Wanna go?"

"I'd love to." You said as you swung your bag over your shoulder and began to head outside.

"Oh wait no!" You suddenly remember what you were stuck doing this weekend. "I can't and neither can you." This seemed to peek his interest as he turned to look at you.

"Why not?" he asked as the two of you continued down the stairs of the school and down the path to your house. This had become something the two of you had been doing since as long a you could remember so instead of focusing on what lay ahead of you, your attention as on the person who stood next to you.

"Because our presentation projects are due this Monday."

"Since when?"

"Oh I don't know, since you left the class in such a hurry earlier." He simply shrugged off your sarcastic remark. As you entered the front door of your house Yoongi followed close behind but stopped when he entered the living room. However you continued into the kitchen to get snacks and just as you were about to open the fridge, a simply note stuck onto the door caught your attention.

'Working late tonight so don't wait up. left some money on the counter for you and Yoongi to order takeout. Enjoy! Love, Mom'

You smiled down at the piece of paper before you opened the door to get some dip and chips from the pantry. After grabbing two sodas you returned back to the living room to find Yoongi already setting up his books, papers, and laptop already starting to study.

You looked at the boy who sat in front of you with disbelief. Yoongi was never the one to start working without putting up a fight or bring up anything that may help him procrastinate.

"What?" He asked once he noticed you walked into the room. "If we hurry, we might be able to make it to his party."

"Whatever." You muttered as you rolled your eye and set the snacks onto the table and getting straight into work.

After hours of hard work and the occasional breaks the time read well past the party's start as Yoongi checked his phone.

"This is hopeless, we are never going to make it to the party." He groaned as he slumped back into the sofa.

"I mean it's not completely a waste of time, we just need to double check our grammar and put some finishing touches and we should be all done." You said as you looked up from the bright screen of your computer.

"But that's not fun, unlike that party we're missing." He said as he ran his fingers threw his slightly messy hair, you couldn't look away until his eyes caught onto yours.

"But we're practically finished, so we can spend the rest of the weekend having our own fun." You said as your eyes met his once again. For some reason a smile returned to his features as he enthusiastically picked up his laptop and got back to work.

After another hour your project was complete, of course you were going to go over it tomorrow just in case there was something you've missed, but other than that you shut your laptop and slumped back into the couch, closing your eyes and inviting the feeling of calmness.

You hadn't heard Yoongi shifting around but when his voice was heard you knew he must've gotten closer to you.

"Do you think your mom would mind if I stayed the night?" He asked.

The sudden feeling of his warm breath against your skin had you shivering slightly, but you hoped he hadn't noticed. "No but why?" You asked as you opened your eyes to see just how close he really as to you.

"I'm guessing she's also working late today or else she would've been home by now." He whispered as he slowly land in forward. The closer he got, the quicker your breathing became until he placed his hand on your thigh dangerously close to your heat.

"Relax baby-"

"Baby?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at the new pet name.His hand began to slowly rise up and down your high groping it firmly every once in a while. After a bit he could visibly see and feel that you were relaxing into his touch.

"It's just that, if I remember correctly, you said that when we finished we get to have the whole weekend to have our own fun." Yoongi has known for a while that you've thought of him as more than a friend, and he can't deny the fact that he too felt the same way, so when his face got even closer to steal a quick kiss from you he didn't hesitate.

It wasn't long before the kiss began to deepen, you only pulled away for air or to remove his shirt before your lips were being pulled right back to his like a magnet. Just as your hand began to fiddle with his belt buckle did he pull away from you, swatting your hands.

"Patience baby girl, don't you think we should go to your room first." He muttered as his warm swollen lips started to run down the side of your neck, leaving red bruises in it's wake as you wrapped your legs around his torso and he began to walk up the stairs and to your bedroom without skipping a beat. His strong body earned from playing basketball had you moaning from every single one of his touches.

Your breathing had quickened as Yoongi had slammed your body onto your bed and began to hungrily rip off pieces of your clothing, sending chills up you spine from the sudden cool air hitting exposed skin.

He hadn't stopped until you were completely naked. Yoongi's muscular half naked body was towering over yours as your legs spread wide opened, due to the fact that his legs were keeping you from closing yours.

Yoongi's hands began to slowly run up and down the sides of your figure, dipping into every curvy avoiding your heat every time. His hands began to slowly run up and down the sides of your figure, dipping into every curvy avoiding your heat every time.

"Please don't tease me Yoongi." You whined, craving for his touch.

"I wanted to take my time," Yoongi groaned out as he began to hastily unbuckle his belt and taking off his pants, along with his boxers. "But I have all weekend to do that."

Your eyes began to scan over the new found skin of Yoongi's bottom half until you felt his lips reconnecting with yours and two fingers being forced into your entrance, causing you to moan out in both pain and bliss as you kicked your head back onto the mattress. His hands moved in great time with his lips as the pleasure soon had you feeling the familiar pit in your stomach begin to pool.

You could feel that you were close, and you began to moan out louder as your hands found their way to Yoongi's back, scratching and piercing the tender skin until you felt the sudden emptiness of Yoongi removing his fingers form you.

Jut as you were about to lift your head up to beg him to continue, the feeling of his tip pressed against your entrance had you swallowing your words as your eyes locked with his dark ones.

You both moaned simultaneously as he lowly began to thrust deep into your walls, the feeling overjoying the both of you in lust. Slowly your body began to relax into the contact. Yoongi could sense this so his pace began to pick up speed as he would pull all the way out just to snap his hips right back into yours.

The slight shimmer of a thin layer of sweat shown off his forehead as the both of you began to reach your climax. You were the first to cum around Yoongi and after a few more thrusts he was pulling out to release all over your exposed boobs before collapsing next to you on the bed.

Your body soon came down from cloud nine, exhaustion soon caught up with you as you unconsciously snuggled into the warmth of Yoongi's steady chest. He placed a light kiss to your crown before humming into your hair.

"Sleep well y/n, your gonna need the energy this weekend."

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Knocked Up Ch. 11 Snippet

Please ignore all typosss, a bitch has been going through it lately  😂 But let me know what you guys thinkkk :D

TW: S-M-U-T

“Boyfriend?!” Raven and Naomi shouted collectively, nearly falling off of Raven's living room couch in the process.

 “Yesss,” Violet said in exasperation. “Why is that so hard to believe?”

 “Because his wardrobe gives you hives,” Raven reminded.

 “Well, I don't look at him from the collar down anyway.”

 “Okay, Vi. If you really like him and he makes you happy, I support this,” Naomi said.

 “Thank youuu.”

 “But the wardrobe just has to go.”

 Violet laughed light-heartedly. “Maybe what he wears isn't that important to me anymore.”

 Her friends gasped. “Raven, lock that door! Get some antibiotics, hot towels and a Blu-ray copy of The Devil Wears Prada, stat!”

 “On it!”

 Naomi pulled Violet close. The pregnant woman cackled as her friend pressed the back of her hand against her forehead and cheeks. “Mhmm, you definitely feel warm.”

 “You guys are so goofy,” Violet chuckled. “When you're having a child with someone, you really want to appreciate all of their positive features in hopes that the baby will inherit them.”

 “What’s positive about Matthew?” Raven demanded. “I'll wait.”

 “He can cook really well. He can draw.”

 “Yawnnn.”

 “He gives good head,” she added.

 “Say no more,” Naomi urged. “That's worth a thousand points.”

 Violet laughed. “Exactlyyyyy. Hey, I'd better get going. He's cooking me dinner tonight. Well, he makes me dinner every night but it's taco Tuesday.”

“Yum,” Raven said dryly.

 The pregnant woman pushed herself out of the chair. “What are your plans?”

 “I think I'll crash at Raven's place again.”

 “Are you guys roommates now? You've been crashing here for a week.”

 “Well, my face still hurts and Raven takes care of me.”

 “In more than one way,” Raven said underhandedly, earning her a stiff elbow to the side from Naomi when Violet wasn't looking.

 “Well, I love you guysss. See you the morning.” Violet blew her friends air kisses and they did the same as she exited.

 As soon as the door was closed, Raven pinned Naomi's arms to the couch as she straddled the woman. “You wanna elbow me, huh?” she playfully asked.

 “Yes! What if she would've heard you?”

 “Violet is oblivious to anything that doesn't concern a Louboutin or a donut.”

 Naomi laughed and Raven silenced her with a kiss. “Why can't we tell her about us?”

 “Becauseeee we're her best friends.”

 “Exactly!”

 “Yeah, exactly! If things go wrong, then it'll be awkward.”

 “Only you would worry about the negative outcomes. Besides, I don't plan on having anything go wrong. You gave me a chance and I won't fuck that up.”

 “You and your puppy dog eyes wore me down.”

 “Was it my eyes or my mouth?” Raven asked suggestively as she began to leave a trail of kisses along the woman's collarbone and chest.

 Naomi giggled. “Ravennnn.”

 “That's my nameeee.”

 “Dork,” she said before their lips met again.

---

Violet excitedly entered her apartment and kicked off her shoes. “Honeyyy, I'm home,” she giddily chirped.

 “I'm in the kitchen,” Matt replied.

 The woman skittered through the house and when she made it to the kitchen, she frowned. “What’s that smell?”

 “Meatloaf.”

 “But I thought it was taco Tuesday.”

 “It was, but I was more in a meatloaf mood.”

 Violet pouted. “But I'm in a taco moodddddd,” she whined.

 Matt gave her a look. “Violet, it's already done. The potatoes are finished, I made a pie and it's almost-”

 “I don't careee,” she sniffled. “I've been daydreaming about tacos all day and now you're breaking your promiseeee.”

 “It wasn't a promise, it was a suggestion.”

 “Well, I suggest that you throw this shit out and make tacos!” she sobbed.

 “Violet, it's taken me hours to…”  When the woman pouted, the threat of more tears quickly made him relent. “Fine.”

 “Thank youuuu.” Violet wrapped her arms around him.

 Matt found the woman to be so adorable that he found a way to tolerate her mood swings. He kissed her head. “How was work?”

 “Goodddd. How was your day?”

 “Good. I have any interview tomorrow.”

 Violet frowned. “Interview for what?”

 “A job working overnight at a warehouse.”

 “What would your hours be?”

 “Ten at night to eight in the morning.”

 “But...but I have to be at work at eight. We'll never see each other! Who will cook me breakfast?”

 Matt laughed. “Of course we'll see each other. And I could make your breakfast before I leave and put it in the fridge for you.”

 “But I like hot breakfastsssss.”

 “You can put it in the microwave.”

 “Matthewwww,” she whined. “I don't want you to take that job.”

 “Violet, I need that job. It pays $25 an hour.”

 “But is it worth it if you're never here?!”

 “I'll be here during the day.”

 “But you'll be asleep! And what if a burglar sneaks in here in the middle of the night?! What will I do?!”

 “You live on the fifth floor of a fancy condo that has a doorman posted outside of the lobby! There won't be any burglaries.”

 Violet stormed out of the kitchen.

 “Vi…” Matt called as he followed her. He made it to the bedroom door and flinched when she slammed it in his face. The man knocked. “Violet.”

 “Go awayyy,” she sobbed.

 “Open the door, please.”

 “No! You don't even care that I'll be all alone because all you care about is money!”

 “Yeah, money is what keeps you in gold and Versace! You work, why the hell wouldn't I?!” All he could hear was the woman's dramatic bawling. “Violettttt,” he groaned in exasperation. “Please open the door.” When he realized that the woman wouldn't budge, he returned to the kitchen and made the tacos.

 Violet sniffled as she listened at the door for the man's footsteps. When she heard him approaching, the woman rushed to her bed and turned on her side away from the door. Matt knocked. The woman didn't respond so when he twisted the doorknob, he was relieved that it was unlocked. “Violet,” he said quietly as he entered with a food tray in hand. “I have your tacos.”

 “I don't want them.”

 “Yes, you do,” he replied. “Sit up.”

 “No.”

 “Violet, I've slaved over a hot stove for three hours. I know you're hungry, I know the baby is hungry now sit up and take the fucking tacos.”

 The woman would never admit that she liked when man took control. “Well... I guess I'm a little hungry,” she sniffled as sat up. Matt placed the tray in front of her and Violet dove into the first overstuffed shell on her plate as if she'd just gotten out of prison.

 “Now, listen,” Matt continued in his commanding tone as he paced the room. “I need this job to be able to afford the great things that you and the baby need and want. You're not single anymore. You have to compromise.”

 “But I love having you here,” she said with cheese and bits of tortilla stuff in one cheek. “That's why I called your other job.” Fuck.

 The man stopped pacing. “You what?”

 “Nothing.”

 “No, what did you say?” he demanded.

 Violet shoved the remaining piece of taco into her her mouth so that when she spoke, it was unintelligible.

 “I can't believe you'd get me fired! Actually, I can, up until this point, you've been nothing but selfish.”

 It took Violet several chews to break down her food in order to swallow. “Is it selfish that I want to be around you?”

 “When you're cutting off my livelihood, yes! So did you fall before or after you got me fired?”

 The woman gulped. “I...um.. I-I never fell.”

 “Wow. Who the fuck would lie about something like that?! A psychopath, that's who!”

 She frowned. “I'm not a psychopath.”

 “Are you sure?! Because lying about endangering the life of my kid sounds pretty psychotic to me!”

 “Matthewww,” Violet whined.

 “Stop your crying! You've manipulated this entire situation and I've had enough of it!” Matt let out a sharp exhale. “You know, just because I love you, doesn't mean you get to take advantage of it,” he said before exiting the room, closing the door behind him.

 “He loves me?” Violet whimpered through pouty lips before taking another large bite of her taco.

---

After she finished her meal, Violet slowly tiptoed out of her room, brow furrowed as she followed the loud thumping sound. It led her to the nursery where Matt was seated on the floor, hammering two pieces of wood together.

 The woman entered and pressed her back against the wall. “Hi,” she said quietly.

 “Hi,” the man said dryly as he continued to hammer.

 “What are you making?”

 “The crib. I didn't know that they came in so many parts.”

 “Well, I wanted to go for a more vintage style.”

 “Well, white oak will do that.”

 “Yeah..”

 The man returned to hammering, leaving the air full of heavy tension.

 Violet cleared her throat. “Matthew, listen.”

 The pounding didn't stop.

 “Matthew!”

 “I can hear you!”

 “Oh..”

 He continued to hammer.

 “I'm really sorry for how I've been acting. I know my whining annoys you but I blame the baby for this hormonal imbalance. I promise I'm normally not this crazy. But even the baby isn't a good enough excuse for getting you fired. It was just me selfishly wanting you all to myself.”

 Matt smiled. “It’s kinda cute when you think about it. I've never had a woman go so crazy over me before.”

 Violet folded her arms. “I'm glad you think so. I mean, once you knocked me up, you planted the crazy seed.”

 “Oddly enough, I wouldn't change any of it.”

 The woman smiled and made her way over to the man before settling onto his lap. “Did you mean what you said earlier? Do you really love me?”

 “Love you? Nooo, I said ‘gloves too?’ Ya know, for the grocery list. We're almost out of them and I just don't want you to freak when you go to clean up and they're all gone.”

 Violet giggled and ran a hand through her boyfriend's hair. “I think this child has me going absolutely crazy about you.”

 “Sooo, whatcha sayin’?”

 “While impregnated... I glove you too.”

 “Aww.” Matt grabbed the woman's face and kissed her but she pulled away so that she could continue to speak.

 “But only until the baby is born. After that, I'll probably hate your guts and-”

 He silenced her with another kiss. “You talk too much.”

 The woman wrapped her arms around his neck and Matt carefully stood, lifted the woman up by her ass and carried her to the bedroom. The man gently lowered the woman onto the cloud-like mattress and there were no reservations as both their clothes came completely off in front of each other for the first time since their child was conceived. Violet self consciously covered her belly, but the man made her more and more comfortable with each tender kiss along her neck and collarbone. “You're so beautiful,” he whispered against her skin.

 His body heat ignited every inch of the woman's yearning body and she felt as if she'd explode if she didn't have him now. “Matthew, please. I need you.”

 The man didn't hesitate to position his face between her legs and within minutes, Violet was moaning in ecstasy. After nearly smothering him with her thigh clamping and forcefulness as she pushed his head further into her, Matt finally came up for air.

 “Enough foreplay,” she panted. “Fuck me.”

 Matt pushed all of his reservations to the side as he remembered the doctor's words. He retrieved a condom from his wallet.

 “Is there really a point in wearing that?” she asked. “I'm already pregnant.”

 “Well, after that scolding you gave me for not wearing one, I'd rather be safe than sorry. Besides, if you cum inside a pregnant woman, you'll make twins.”

 Violet made a face as she contemplated. “Um..I think I'll call the doctor.”

 When she reached for her cellphone, Matt pinned her arms to the bed and kissed her. “I don't want to hear anything else about uteruses and mucus plugs.”

 She nodded and accepted another kiss.

 “Are you ready?” he asked.

 When Violet nodded, Matt lined his cock up with her entrance and carefully pushed himself inside the woman.​

 "Fuckkk,” they collectively groaned​ in pleasure.

 Violet wrapped her legs around the man's waist, securing him in the position as he slowly began to pump in and out of her.

 “Shit, ” he panted. “Do you think you'll be  this tight after you have the baby?”

 “Matthew!” the woman whined. “Why would you ask me something like that and especially right nowww?!”

 “I'm sorry! It was just an innocent question.”

 “Keep all further questions to yourself!” she demanded.

 “I'm sorry.” He kissed her pouty lips and continued to pump in and out at a snail's pace.

 “Harder,” she pleaded.

 “I don't think that's a good idea.”

 “Why nottt?”

 “I don't know. It might shake something loose.”

 “Matthewwww, I promise nothing will shake loose.”

 “Are you sure?”

 “No, but you don't want me to call the doctor so it's my guess that the baby is protected around those two pillows.”

 “Okay, but if anything happens, I’m going to sue you.”

 “I don't care,” she said as she kissed him. When the man gave her a firm thrust, Violet whimpered against his lips. “Keep going.”

 Matt obliged and picked up the pace of his thrusting. The woman's moans were loud and passionate, forcing Matt to ponder if the neighbors could hear her.

 “Oh my God, Matthew, that feels so goodddd.”

 “Yeah?”

 “Yes! Yes!”

 “I- whoa!” the man exclaimed as he pulled out, he tried to jump off of the bes but Violet clamped down on his arms.

 “What are you doing?!”

 “The baby punched my dick.”

 “What?!”

 “The baby punched my dick! He doesn't like it!”

 “Matthew, the baby didn't even kick! If he did, I would've felt it!”

 “Noooo, I swear to God I felt it! I can't. I can't.”

 Violet placed a hand on the man's throat. “Matthew, he didn't kick or punch your dick,” she snarled. “Now fuck me!”

 Matt whimpered and reluctantly straddled the woman. He cautiously slid his cock back inside the woman. “The only saving grace here is your tits. They're huge.” The man gave her boobs a firm squeeze causing the woman to groan out before popping him.

 “Owww, don't do thatttt! They're super sensitive!”

 “What about gentle rubbing?” The man tested the soft touch and Violet pursed her lips.

 “No...just keep your hands in my hair or something. Now, fuck meeee.”

 Matt returned to thrusting, but only used three-quarters of his penis out of fear of disturbing the baby. The woman didn't care as his cock stroked her sugar walls. The tingling inside her quickly built up before boiling over once again.

 “I'm cummingggg,” she moaned. “Shit.”

 Matt exhaled. The man was nowhere near close but he had plans to stroke himself to a finish when Violet was done.

 The woman hummed in satisfaction but when Matt attempted to pull out, she wrapped her legs around his hips. “Noooo, keep going. Keep going.”

 He knew that the woman was insatiable so he pushed his entire penis completely into the her. “Fuckk, Matthew,” she yelped. And when the man began to thrust, Violet pierced the skin on his arms with her nails as she moaned. Matt continued stroking at different paces, making sure to give her clit special attention until she was squealing again. “Shit, shit, shittttt.”

 “I'm gonna cum,” he grunted before filling the condom with his load. The couple climaxed together, the heated tingles that radiated between them was enough to make the orgasm perfect. After catching his breath, Matt attempted to pull out but Violet relentlessly clung onto the man.

 “Don't stop,” she whimpered. “Please, don't stop.”

 “Violet, I just jizzed. I don't know how sturdy this condom is anymore... I-I don't know if I can even stay...ya know.”

 “Matthew, pleaseeee. I need ittttt.”

 With his penis growing softer by the second, Matt did his best to continue to stroke the woman. He lifted her left leg and held onto it for leverage as he thrusted.

 "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my Godddd,” Violet moaned, eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Okay, okayyy, Matthew, I ca-can’t- ah!” the woman squealed as she began to tremble. “Fuck!” Violet pulled away as she writhed and twisted the sheets.

 "Had enough?” Matt asked.

 “Mhmm,” she purred in satisfaction, barely able to keep her eyes open. The man kissed her as was finally allowed to pull out. He removed his condom. “Violet, is there a special way that I need to dispose of this?”

 “Hmm?” Violet softly hummed with her eyes closed.

 “The condom. Do I throw it away or burn it?”

 “Throw away,” she grumbled as she turned on her side and pulled her blanket over her naked body.

 “Okay,” Matt whispered prior to carefully sliding off of the bed, retrieving his clothes and tiptoeing out of the room. He showered and accepted the living room sofa as his temporary bed. The couch had him snoring within minutes.

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“Matthew. Matthewwww,” Violet whispered as she shook the man awake.

 “Hm?” He sat up. “Wha-What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

 Violet let her body do the talking as she dropped her robe and straddled the man, kissing him as she began to tug at his pajama bottoms.

 “Vi-Violet,” he attempted to protest as she kissed him all over. “Violet, what time is it?’

 “It's 2:40.”

 “Seriously? We just did it a few hours ago.”

 “So? What's your point?” she whispered against his neck.

 “I'm tired,” he groaned. “Can't we do this later?”

 “Matthewwww,” she whined. “I need itttt.”

 “Need whatttt?” the exhausted man grumbled as he collapsed back onto the couch.

 “Sex! I'm so horny!”

 “You're always horny!”

 “Exactly! So man up and take care of it!”

 “I'm not in the mood. I'm so tired... I..you..ugh,” the man sighed when the woman began to pout with tears in her eyes. “Okay, Violet.”

 The woman passionately wrapped her hands around him as she pressed their lips together, but Matt was completely over the foreplay. He carefully rolled the woman onto her back, pushed her legs up and positioned his face between her thighs. The man indulged the woman with expert style oral sex until she passed out once again. As soon as she was snoring, Matt grabbed a pillow and found refuge behind the bathroom’s locked door. He lined the porcelain tub with his pillow prior to climbing inside and falling asleep in the fetal position.

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“Matthew?” Violet called as she knocked on the bathroom door.

 The man grunted as he sat up and stretched. The tub had made him so stiff that he was finally able to sympathize with the tin man.

 “Matthew?!”

 “I'm going to send this woman to sex rehab,” he grumbled. “What, Violet?”

 “Are you okay? How long have you been in there?”

 “I’m fine. What time it it?”

 “7:45. I'm getting ready for work...what are you doing?”

 “I’m on the toilet,” he lied.

 “Oh...do you think you think you'll be finished before I leave? For a quickieee,” she pleaded.

 “Umm...ugh, no. I have diarrhea. Explosive diarrhea! Ughhhh! Oh my Godddd, my asshole is on fireeee! Sweet baby Jesus, take the wheel!”

 Violet covered her nose and stepped away from the door. “After work, remind me to call a contractor!” the woman shouted as she sprinted to the front door and exited.

 Matt grinned as he emerged from the bathroom, made his way to the woman's room and sighed when he settled into the soft bed.

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Violet sauntered into work and her friends immediately took notice.

 “You got some, didn't you?” Naomi asked.

 “A lady never kisses and tells.”

 “Then you should have no problem telling us,” Raven replied.

 Violet shot her a look and rolled her eyes. “Anyway. If you guys must know, I did get some.”

 “Yayyy,” Naomi cheered. “Now you won't be so grouchy.”

 “Heyy, I just get frustrated when I don't get sex...or food...or shoes.”

 Her friends laughed.

 “Ooo, did Sutan get donutsss?” she asked, skittering away when she saw the snack table. The woman grabbed two glazed confections and made her way to her office. She grabbed the phone that topped her desk and called Matt.

When the call went to voicemail, she didn't hesitate to leave a message.

 “Heyyyy, Matthew. It's 8:03. Maybe you're still on the toilet, I don't know but hopefully you're better by lunchtimeeee. I can't wait to see youuu. Okay, byeeee.”

 “Are you fucking kidding me?” Raven said as she and her lover eavesdropped on the woman's phone call.

 “She’s completely dick whipped,” Naomi said.

 “She is! She’s even become blind to how gross he is. Do you think she'll bring him to the banquet tonight?”

 Naomi gasped. “Fuckkk, I don't know. If she does, and he wears those disgusting cargo pants, Violet will be the laughing stock of the entire company.”

 “Absofuckinglutely.”

 “We can't let that happen.”

 “What do you want to do?”

 Naomi pursed her lips, thought for a minute and approached one of their co-workers. “Derrick?”

 “Yes, baby?”

 “Do me a favor?”

 “Depends. It wouldn't be a favor if it includes a hole. It'd be-”

 “A dream come true,” Raven sassed. “Just listen to the woman.”

 “I’m all ears.”

 “Keep Violet occupied during lunch today.”

 “Why and how would I do that?”

 “Why: because Raven and I are working on a surprise for her for tonight. How: offer to buy her food.”

 “No, I meant, why would I even hang out with her? She hates me.”

 “Noooo,” Raven and Naomi said collectively. “She just doesn't agree with your... style.”

 “Hey, my Crocs are comfortable.”

 “Yeah, but fashion isn't about comfort,” Raven retorted. “How'd you even get a job working here?”

 “The same way you did.”

 “Oh no, sweetheart. I didn't take Sutan's dick up my ass.”

 “Ravee!” Naomi groaned. “You can't be a jerk when we're the ones asking him for a favor.”

 The woman rolled her eyes.

 “Derrick, please. If you do this, it'll make Violet's night special and I'll give you my cousin's phone number.”

 “The hot one from Pacoima?”

 She nodded.

 “Okay, I'll do it.”

 “Yayyy,” the woman cheered as she retrieved the Snickers bar from her purse. She handed it to the man.

 “What's this for?”

 “Open in case of emergencies. It may save your life.”

 “Um, okay,” he said as he pocketed the candy without a second thought.

 “Thank you, Derrickkk,” Naomi chirped as the women returned to their work stations.

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Matt awoke to three voicemail messages from Violet.

 “Matthewwww, are you still on the toilet? I'm really boreddddd. You should pay me a little visit,” she said suggestively. “Call me back, Mr. Lent.”

 The man shook his head and listened to the next message.

 “My boyfriend has a first nameeee it's M-A-T-T-Y,” she sang to the classic Oscar Mayer tune. “My boyfriend has a second name it's J-A-M-E-S. Matthew Jamesss, call me backkk.”

 Matt cackled and hung up the phone prior to calling the woman who answered on the first ring.

 “Hello, Matthew?”

 “Hey.”

 “Hiiii. How are you? What are you doing?”

 “I’m fine, just got out of the shower. What are you doing?”

 “I'm supposed to be finishing last minute details for this event going on tonight. We're unveiling this week's cover of Girly.”

 “Sounds like fun.”

 “Yeah it definitely will be, especially since I'm on the cover,” she chirped.

 “Oh, really? That's awesome.”

 “Mhmm, it's our first maturity issue.”

 “I bet you'll look great.”

 “I look great right now,” she whispered seductively. “Lunch is in twenty minutes…why don't you come up and see me?”

 “Stomach... cramping. Oh, God not again!” he shouted before hanging up.

 “Matthewwww!” Violet groaned in exasperation.

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A night to remember -Chapter three

Y/N’s POV

It’s getting late, the boys are all about to retire to their rooms. “Y/N? Should we go to?” Namjoon is blushing, he’s trying to hide it by looking at the ground which is obviously an epic fail. I see it, the boys see it, I don’t say anything about it, but of course the boys start teasing him. I clear my throat to get their attention. “We’re leaving now, goodnight guys.” I say and open the door, Namjoon gladly follows me out. “Thanks.” He grins. We enter Namjoon’s, and also mine for the next two days, room in silence. Namjoon goes into the bathroom to brush his teeth and while he’s in there I decide to change into my pajamas real quick.

Namjoon’s POV

I go back into the bedroom and see that Y/N has changed into her pajamas, I can’t help but think she looks extremely cute in the white tank top and wide plaid pants. “I’m just gonna go wash of my makeup and get ready?” She says with a hint of insecurity in her voice. “Yes of course, I’ll set up the couch.” I answer her and give her the warmest smile possible to try and make her feel better.

Y/N’s POV

Why is he smiling at me like that? Is he expecting something to happen tonight? God I hope not, I can’t do this. Okay Y/N, just smile and walk away, smile and walk away, go into the bathroom.

Namjoon’s POV

“Sooo I’m just gonna...” She says and jumps into the bathroom, very quickly. I hope I didn’t make it worse... While she’s in the bathroom I clear the couch of all our luggage and get some extra pillows and blankets. When I’m done I just sit down on the bed and decide to post a quick selfie on twitter, right after that Y/N comes out of the bathroom. She lingers at the door, and when she steps out I can see why. Without the makeup on I can clearly see the bruising around the eye, half her face is swollen and it’s a dark shade of purple, I had no idea it was that bad, she did a really good job covering it up before. I hate seeing her like this but I can’t take my eyes off her. “Is it really that bad?” she asks and lightly touches her face. “No, no not at all, I’m sorry for staring, I just, didn’t expect it to be…” “This bad?” she smiles at me. I walk up to her, stop when we’re just a few centimeters apart. “I’m really so sorry, I hope you know that.” “For what? It’s not your fault.” She says, lingering on every syllable. Suddenly there’s this tension in the air, it’s thickening, and we’re moving closer.

Y/N’s POV

Our moment is interrupted by a knock on the door. “Hyung? Y/N?” it’s Taehyung. Namjoon and I take a step away from each other, he awkwardly chuckles a bit and then go to open the door. I hear them talking but unfortunately don’t understand a word, I hear Taehyung’s teasing tone and laughter though so I might have an idea. Namjoons comes back in just a few minutes. “He was just bored, and decided to go spying on us.” He says and laughs, “I told him to go back to his room and get some sleep.” “Yeah that was probably for the best.” I giggle, “And we should probably sleep too.” I add in a more serious tone. Images of what almost happened are flashing through my mind, I look away to try and hide my thoughts. “Oh right, yes, we should.” He replies and once again sit down on the bed. “Are you sure that you want to sleep on the couch? We can switch.” He adds, he’s very stubborn. “I’m fine, really, I’ll take the couch.” I ensure him. He nods and turns off the lights, I crawl in between all the blankets on the couch and slowly drift off to sleep with the day replaying over and over again in my head. It feels like it’s been a whole lifetime since I got on the plane this morning, this is by far the most eventful day of my life.

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When I wake up Namjoon is still sleeping, I check my phone, it’s only 7:05. I decide to go up and take a shower and get ready. I wonder what I’ll do today, my flight home isn’t until tomorrow morning. The boys have another show tonight, but I have no idea what they usually do during the day, or even if I can come with. I get into the shower and within seconds I’m completely lost in my own thoughts. When I snap out of my daydreaming state I have no idea how much time has passed, that’s the thing about daydreaming, you lose track of time, pain, yourself, everything. You feel nothing and it’s the most amazing feeling there is.

I get out of the shower and grab the extra towel on the shelf, I wrap it around me, feeling the soft fabric embrace me, I wonder if Namjoon’s still sleeping. I decide to peek out into the bedroom, Namjoon isn’t even in there, the room is completely empty. I step out into the room and start looking for something to wear today, since I had only packed for one night I have to plan strategically, fortunately I brought extra underwear in my handbag just in case my luggage got lost. I’m just about to remove my towel and get dressed when Namjoon walks through the door, I flinch and then sigh with relief at the thought that he could’ve walked in just a few seconds later. He quickly apologizes, covers his eyes, start rambling something in Korean and tries to find the handle to the bathroom door without looking up, eventually he manages to open the door and quickly close it behind him. I break out in laughter and decides to put on some clothes as quickly as possible to avoid anything like this happening again. I hear running water and assume he’s in the shower, I lay down on the couch and check my phone for the first time this morning, it’s overflowing with texts and calls from my parents, I decide to facetime them, they answer right away. “Y/N!? Are you okay? Where are you? Are you hurt? What happened to your face? Oh my god honey I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have let you go!” They keep rambling for almost two minutes until I finally manage to get them to keep quiet. “Mom, please, I’m fine. I’m at a hotel with some new friends I met, I’ve booked another flight for tomorrow, and if you want to know what happened to my face just ask my brother.” I kind of spit out that last word, brother, I hated calling him that. “New friends? Did you meet them at the concert? Who are they?” She asks me, I decide to lie to calm her down. “Yes, a few girls I met at the concert, they’re also going home tomorrow so they said I could stay with them until then.” “They’re nice? You’re not going out drinking or something?” “No, I promise, no drinking or anything like that. You can trust me, you know that.” “Okay honey, I do know that, just stay safe and keep your phone on if I need to reach you?” I promise to keep my phone fully charged and with me at all times and we say goodbye, that’s when I realize that I can’t hear the shower anymore, I look up just as Namjoon opens the bathroom door and steps out. “So, we’re a group of girls huh?” he asks and raises an eyebrow at me, I laugh. “Sorry, I just had to tell them that, they wouldn’t be fine with me staying with a bunch of boys, and if I told them the actual truth they wouldn’t even believe me.” “It’s okay, I get it, most parents probably don’t want to hear from their teenage daughter that she’s gone off with some boyband in a foreign city.” I nod and put my phone on the dresser to charge, I then realize that Namjoon has been standing there in nothing but a towel this entire time, and of course, at this realization, I can’t take my eyes of him and I start blushing and stuttering and every other awfully awkward thing known to man. Namjoon notices my stares, who wouldn’t, and smirks. “Is something wrong?” he teasingly asks, but after my deadly glares he quickly pulls some clothes together and goes back into the bathroom to get dressed.

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When he comes back I ask him what they have planned for today. “We are pretty much free the entire day, up until the concert of course, we can go have breakfast with the others and see what they’ve planned?” I think that sounds like a great idea so we head out. We run into Yoongi, Jin and Jungkook in the hallway, the others are already gathered in Jimin’s room just like last night. Jungkook is struggling to keep his eyes open, it’s obvious they just pulled him out of bed, forcefully. We knock on Jimin’s door and go inside, Jungkook walks up to Taehyung, who’s sitting on the bed, and lies down with his head on Tae’s lap. Namjoon asks all the guys what they’ve planned for today, Yoongi is gonna work on his music, Taehyung and Hoseok are going out sightseeing, Jin is coming with them for a while then he’s going back to the hotel to just relax, Jimin has nothing planned and Jungkook well… he’s just tired. We finish up our breakfast and everyone takes off one by one, Yoongi, Jungkook and Taehyung leaves first, closely followed by Hoseok and Jin. “So, I guess we can go find something fun to do? I mean… That sounded wrong… I swear I didn’t mean anything like THAT. I just meant, well you’re kinda stuck with me for the day, if you want to be, of course you don’t have to I…” I decide to interrupt him before lunchtime. “Namjoon, stop, I know what you meant, it’s okay, I’d love to do something.” I reassure him and try to contain my laughter to avoid embarrassing him. We get up to leave but Jimin stops up. “No! Wait!” he then continues in Korean, Namjoon doesn’t seem to like what he’s saying. “He’s bored and wants to come with us.” He explains, he then turns to Jimin and keep talking, I can hear Jungkook’s name but can’t make out much else. “Come on now, let’s go find something fun.” He then adds, to me again, and I nod and follow him, left standing there is sad puppy-Jimin. “What did you tell him?” “I just said that he would probably be bored with us too and that he should go wake up Jungkook.” “I bet that’ll be very popular with Jungkook.” I giggle. “Yeah he might come after me…” He smirks back at me. “Oh, don’t worry I can protect you.” I add, I then realize that sounded very flirty, I hope he didn’t think I was making a move on him… I decide to break the silence, “So what should we do?” “I bet we can find something, you wanna get out of here?” “Yes please!” I’m practically jumping up and down with excitement, I didn’t get to see much of London yesterday, it’s such an amazing city! “Do you want to join Hoseok, Taehyung and Jin or go just the two of us?” now that awkward tension is back in the air, it’s thick enough to cut it with a knife. “It doesn’t matter, really, either is fine, it’s completely up to you.” I shut my mouth before I start rambling too much. “Okay then, we can go alone?” “Sure.” I say and smile shyly, does he really want to spend time alone with me?

I’m SO sorry that it took this long to get this chapter up, I’ve been really busy so I had to put the writing on hold for a while. But I hope you like this chapter, as always feel free to tell me your thoughts or send me a request or whatever you want! Take care guys, hopefully the next chapter won’t take this long!❤️