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Honey Girl.

Synopsis - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the Universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 5.1k

Warnings - cursing. sexual content towards the end. mild alcohol consumption. age gap. smut in next chapter(s).

Author's Note - part one is finally here!! thank you so much to everyone who asked to be tagged, and who liked and reblogged the masterlist. i am SO excited to share this with you. i've built this world in my head and trust me it is gorgeous - salty ocean breezes, sunsoaked sailboats and billowing white linen shirts. i hope you can lose yourself in my little seaside town with bucky for the time it takes you to read this, just as i did while writing it. i can't wait to write more of this series for you x

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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next chapter (two).

Tethering /tɛð(ə)rɪŋ/

An event in which two soulmates are bound together forever. Only occurs when the Universe decides it is time. No sooner, no later.

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The gentle ocean breeze gives you a moment of respite from the scorching sun that's beating down. You're half asleep, laying on the cool tile of your balcony when your phone rings.

"Babe! Babe! Babe!"

"Lacie? Are you okay? What's wrong?"

"I am freaking out right now, oh my god. I didn't know who to call. You'll never guess what just happened to me!"

You can guess. In fact, you already have.

Lacie's Tethering. It's finally happened.

You're taught, growing up, that your Tethering is the biggest moment of your life. It shapes who you are forever. Sets you on your eternal path. You're presented with your soulmate in a big display of love and affection and metaphorical fireworks. It's supposed to be magical.

You wish people would shut up about it.

The World seems to be split into two categories - the people that have been Tethered, and the people that haven't.

You fall into the latter.

You're repeatedly told it'll happen one day. It'll happen when the time is right. It'll happen when you least expect it.

You're not sure you ever want it to happen.

The idea that the Universe determines the person you're with forever has never sat right with you. What happened to free will? What happened to personal preference? You believe you should at least have a choice in the matter. It's your future, after all.

Not everyone shares the same sentiment.

"Babe, you still there?"

Lacie's excitement filled voice pulls you back to reality.

"Yeah, I'm here."

"Are you busy? Can you meet me for coffee, like, now?"

You take a deep breath and plaster a fake smile on your face.

"Sure. I'll see you in ten."

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"Oh my god babe, it was just incredible! You won't even believe it. There's nothing like it, truly."

You remind yourself quickly that Lacie is your best friend, and that you owe it to her to be happy for her. Personal feelings about soulmates aside.

"Tell me all about it, Lace!" you encourage, grabbing a hold of her hand excitedly.

The blonde girl squeals before shuffling closer to you, pressing her knees against yours.

"Okay, so. Picture this. I'm at my gym, doing my usual routine. I'm wearing my super cute pink Lulu Lemon set, you know the one with the flowers?"

She waits for you to nod in affirmation before she continues.

"So, I accidentally drop a weight on the ground, and it makes the biggest noise. I'm super embarrassed, and I'm trying to pick it up, but it's so heavy. And then, the hottest guy I have ever seen appears. Like, seriously gorgeous."

As much as you despise the whole soulmate thing, you can't deny how happy Lacie seems. She's almost vibrating with it, bouncing up and down in her seat.

"He comes over and picks it up for me, sets in back on the rack. And then he introduces himself, and shakes my hand, and it happened."

"What was it like?" you smile, eager for her to carry on.

"Like fucking magic."

You've heard that before. A million times. From literally everyone. Surely it can't be that magical if billions of people have experienced it.

"Magic?" you prompt.

"It is indescribable, babe. It's like... it's like everything just falls into place. Like everything finally makes sense!"

She jumps out of her chair, hugging you tightly. She's practically sat on your lap in the coffee shop, but neither of you really care.

"So, what's his name? What's he like?"

"His name is Cameron. He's new in town, he just moved here for work. He's a personal trainer, so he's like, super fit. And gorgeous. Did I mention gorgeous?"

"Maybe once or twice," you laugh.

"I'm so happy," Lacie whispers, emotion choking her voice. "I can't believe it finally happened. This is the day I've been waiting for since I was a little girl."

You hug her tighter, and ignore the look you get from the barista.

"I love you," she declares, suddenly serious. "You know that me being Tethered now doesn't change that, right?"

"I know," you confirm. "I love you too, Lace. I'm really happy for you."

You genuinely mean it. Lacie has talked about meeting her soulmate every day since you met her in the 3rd grade. You may have never quite shared her enthusiasm, but you admire her passion. And you adore her, more than anyone.

"So, what now? Are you gonna get married tomorrow and run off into the sunset?"

"I'm choosing to ignore your sarcasm because I know you're using it as a coping mechanism," she tells you pointedly. "And I know that there's a tiny part of you that wishes you'd been Tethered already, so you don't have to deal with everyone talking to you about it."

Jackpot. She's read you like a book.

"No, we're not getting married tomorrow," she rolls her eyes before continuing, "but we are going on a real date tonight. We're gonna get dinner and get to know each other. Isn't this crazy? I'm going on a date with the guy I'm gonna be spending the rest of my life with!"

"That is kinda crazy, actually," you laugh. "What are you gonna wear?"

"It doesn't matter - we're going to be together forever anyway!"

You make Lacie promise to send you a picture of her outfit as you're leaving the coffee shop, which she agrees to with glee. On your way home, you pick up some of your Mom's favourite wine, and prepare yourself for another soulmate based conversation that will inevitably happen when you tell your parents the events of the day at dinner tonight.

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"Hi, sweetheart!" your Dad beams as you step through the front door of your childhood home.

"Hey, Dad," you greet, allowing him to pull you in for a hug. "Where's Mom? I brought wine."

"Kitchen," he gestures with a nod of his head. "She's making that mango dessert you like."

Walking into your Mother's kitchen is like dipping your feet into a pool on a scorching hot day. The windows are propped open, curtains billowing softly in the wind. The ocean breeze drifts through the room, ruffling your Mom's dress and floating the hair away from her face. The evening sun beams in, illuminating the space with a golden glow. It smells like fresh fruit, mint, and salt water. It's a haven.

"Hi, Mama."

"Oh, my love! Just in time. I was about to call you to see if you were alright."

She makes her way over to you and kisses you on the head swiftly, before walking to the cabinet to grab wine glasses.

"Sorry I'm a little later than I said. I changed my outfit three times - it's warmer than I thought it was going to be."

"I know! Summer, finally. We've been waiting long enough."

She takes the bottle of wine from your hand and pours it into the glasses.

"You've poured four, Mama."

"Didn't your Dad tell you? Bucky's joining us for dinner."

"Oh. No, he didn't mention anything."

"He's back from his vacation. He promised he'd show us all of the pictures he took!"

She grabs the glasses and floats out of the room, leaving you alone in the kitchen, thoughts of Bucky Barnes swirling around like dust in the sunlight.

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James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky.

Your Dad's best friend.

They met a few years ago, when Bucky moved to town. He said he was looking for something quieter, sick of city living. He wanted to slow down a bit, finally take a breath.

He was out for a run around town, getting his bearings, when he stopped your Dad on the driveway to ask about his car. They bonded over their love for motorcycles and vintage vehicles, and the rest is history.

Bucky's been a regular fixture in your life for so long, you can't remember a time before. All you know, is that it was probably a little more peaceful. His boyish charm is infectious, bringing out the youth in your Dad. They're like teenagers, when they're together. Long lost frat brothers, your Mom jokes.

She's got a soft spot for him. Most people do. It might have something to do with the fact he's devastatingly handsome.

It's no secret that Bucky Barnes is a ladies man. He is without even trying. He's charming, gorgeous, funny in all the right ways. He's mysterious, but not disarming. Tough, but not scary. Rebellious, but not a liability. He's a catch.

A catch, with a taste for beautiful women.

Your Dad always jokes that he's the towns most eligible bachelor. You can't count on two hands the amount of women you know that have dated him - but nothing seems to stick. He isn't Tethered, after all.

Some people choose not to date, if they haven't met their soulmate. They wait and wait, and when the time comes, they're complete. Others take pleasure in dating before it happens. Might as well make the most of the freedom, Bucky said once. You can't help but agree.

Might as well make the most of the freedom.

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"Hey, buddy!" you hear from the hallway. You make your way out of the kitchen to be met with the sight of Bucky, sun-kissed and practically glowing. His hair has a few light streaks from the sun, and the faint freckles on his cheeks are more prominent now. His steel blue eyes meet yours, mischief rife in them.

"Hi, honey," he greets, draping an arm around your shoulders. He kisses you on the cheek, light stubble scratching your skin. You throw an arm around his back and look up at him.

"There's no way this tan is natural," you tease, nudging him slightly.

"It makes me even more gorgeous, doesn't it?" he jokes, winking at you. He squeezes your shoulder before letting go, grabbing a bottle of wine from his bag.

"I brought your favourite, Lori."

"So did I," you echo, laughing.

"Great minds, honey. Great minds!"

"You can never have too much wine," your Mom yells out from the kitchen doorway. "Bring it in here, Buck. I'll put it in the refrigerator."

"Yes ma'am," he obliges, making his way to her with a smile on his face.

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"Guess what happened today," you begin, in between bites of your strawberry salad.

The three of them look at you intently, urging you to continue.

"Lacie got Tethered."

"How exciting!" your Mom squeals.

"That's a long time coming," Bucky chimes in. You look at him and smirk.

"Tell me about it."

"Here we go," your Dad smiles. "Our two anti soulmate protestors."

"Don't make it sound so political," Bucky laughs. "She's the only one that gets it."

"I've said it a thousand times, and I'll say it again. Just. You. Wait," your Mom lectures. "The two of you don't get it."

"Magic, fireworks, eternal love, blah blah blah. Trust me, I get it."

"She gets it," Bucky echoes. "And so do I. The Universe decides our fate, and we get no choice whatsoever. I don't believe in it, is all. I have no faith in the system. I should get to choose."

"But you feel like you are choosing," your Dad defends. "It didn't feel like it was being determined for me. It's hard to explain."

"It's just so... backwards," you justify. "I can't believe we live in a Universe where we have all the choices in the world, but don't get to choose the person we spend the rest of our lives with."

"It's worked out pretty well for us," your Mom smiles.

And it has. The first thing anyone notices when they meet your parents is that they are undeniably in love. You've never met two people more perfect for each other - which should solidify your belief in the Universe, really. But it doesn't. You can't explain where your lack of faith in it came from. It just appeared one day, and you haven't been able to shake it since. You're grateful every day to have two Tethered, happy, smitten parents. You've seen how hard it is for people with Untethered Mothers and Fathers. The judgment, the uncertainty, the hushed whispers. It sounds unbearable.

"Yes it did," your Dad confirms, shaking you from your thoughts. He reaches for your Mom's hand and kisses the back of it tenderly, eyes never once leaving hers. You look to Bucky next to you, who smiles at you gently. Feelings about soulmates aside, the both of you love these two people sat across the table with all your heart.

"Trust me, sweetheart," your Mom begins. "I know you're against the idea now - God knows I was the same at your age. But when it happens, you'll forget about all of your rebellion. You'll just be happy."

You nod in agreement, praying for the conversation to be over. As if he can read your mind, Bucky pipes up.

"Let me show you some pictures from Italy. I did promise I would."

You shoot him a grateful look before picking up your empty wine glass and making your way to the kitchen for a refill.

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The dining room is now lit solely by candlelight, wax dripping onto the white lace tablecloth like condensation on a cold glass. The sun fell asleep hours ago, the four of you enjoying each others company with no regard for time.

"Oh, shit. It's late," your Dad says suddenly.

"You got big late night plans?" you tease.

"We have Clara and Mike's wedding at the weekend, so we're flying out tomorrow. We should probably get some sleep, so we're not exhausted."

Your Mom rises from her chair and kisses you on the head, before grabbing the dessert bowls from the table. Your Dad helps, smiling every time his hand brushes hers accidentally.

"Thanks for coming, kiddo. Your place next week?"

"Of course. I think I'll try that salmon recipe you sent me."

"Can't wait," your Dad assures you, giving you a one sided hug. He squeezes you once before letting you go to grab your shoes.

You can hear your parents saying their goodbyes to Bucky as you tie your laces, smoothing out the skirt of your dress as you stand. They all join you in the hallway, Bucky leaning over to grab his jacket from behind you. Fuck, he smells good.

"Have a great time at the wedding, you guys. Send me pictures, please!" you say as you hug your Mom goodbye.

"We will! Drive home safe, the both of you!"

They shut the door softly, leaving you and Bucky stood on the porch. The evening air chills your bare legs, salt in the breeze sticking to your lips.

"Where's your car?" he asks, looking around.

"Oh, I walked. It was a nice day, and I'm trying to be a little greener. Save the planet, and all," you chuckle.

"You want a ride, then?" he offers, leaning against the side of his truck.

"Uh - maybe," you hesitate, shifting your weight from foot to foot. You feel antsy, for some reason. There's a buzz flowing through your veins, making you a little restless.

"Maybe?" he smirks.

"I just, I'm not sure if I wanna go home yet. It might be that I've had three glasses of wine, but I'm kinda... jittery? Think I need to burn off some energy. Maybe I'll walk home."

"Like hell you will," he grumbles.

You quirk a brow in confusion.

"It's dark, and all those college kids are in town on their break. I don't trust 'em."

You fight to keep the grin off your face. You weirdly like it when Bucky gets protective. He's always so calm, so relaxed - it takes a lot to rile him up. He looks hot with a clenched jaw.

"Why don't we go somewhere?"

"Where?" you ask tentatively.

"I don't know," he thinks for a second. "How about the beach?"

You smile, gazing at him with a twinkle in your eyes.

"I fucking love the beach."

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The ocean waves break the shore steadily, the repetitive pattern calming you both. You're sat on the sand, grains slipping through your hands where you're pouring it out through your fingers. The light of the moon reflects off the surface of the sea, illuminating the abandoned cove. It's just you, Bucky, and the night sky.

The alcohol in your system has evened you out, warm buzz keeping you sheltered from the chill. Bucky's stretched out next to you, strong arms folded underneath his head. His shirt rides up slightly, exposing a slither of sun kissed skin. You pretend not to notice his Adonis belt, or the little trail of hair that leads down into his waistband.

The silence is easy, comfortable. You don't get to hang out like this often, just the two of you. It's nice.

A notification on your phone breaks through the tranquility. You both flinch.

"Sorry," you mutter, checking the screen. "It's Lacie, telling me about her perfect date."

He chuckles lowly at your tone, sitting up to look at you.

"This is hard for you, isn't it?" he asks. "You hate the whole soulmate thing, but you like seeing her happy."

Bingo. It's like he's read your mind.

"I don't know why I hate it so much" you confess quietly. "It's a part of life. I can't avoid it. I just think - what if... what if I'm like, the exception, or something? What if I never meet my soulmate - or - what if I meet them when I'm like, seventy? That happens, you know! And then I'll be fucking cursed to spend my entire life feeling like this."

"And what is this?"

"Hopeless. That's what this is. I just feel pretty fucking hopeless."

You're not sure why you're baring your soul to Bucky tonight. You could blame the wine, but you know that's not what it is. Maybe it's because he seems to be the only one that understands.

"Me too," he whispers.

You whip your head around to stare at him in shock. He laughs at the look on your face, and continues.

"You're young - you have time. I'm forty in a couple of years. Every single one of my friends is married to their soulmate - except for me."

You bite at your lip nervously, but refuse to tear your eyes away from his steel blue ones. His face is lit by the glow from the moon, and it takes your breath away for a second. He looks almost ethereal.

"You always act so... unbothered. I didn't realise... I guess I just, I didn't -" you try to gather your thoughts before continuing. "This fucking sucks, huh?"

He laughs with his whole chest, and you're convinced the sound is so special, so rare, that you should bottle it. Sell it as medicine. It'd cure anything, you're sure of it.

"Yeah, it does," he agrees with a chuckle. "It's the waiting around that's the worst part. The unknown. It could be minutes, it could be decades. I just don't know."

"At least for now, we have each other," you joke.

"Every cloud has a silver lining, huh?" he teases, nudging you with his shoulder.

You allow your weight to press into his side a little, leaning in. He's warm, and he's familiar, and in this moment, he understands you better than anyone else in the world.

"We'll be okay, honey," he murmurs. "It'll all work out the way it's supposed to."

You close your eyes, and allow his words and the breaking waves to calm your nerves. Bucky wraps an arm around you, and all the tension melts from your muscles.

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You're not sure if it's the honest conversation, or the brisk ocean breeze, but you've sobered up in record time. Your body registers this, and sends a shiver down your spine.

"You cold?" Bucky asks you. "You wanna go home?"

"Not yet," you whisper. "Not yet."

He shrugs off his worn brown leather jacket and slips it over your shoulders. It smells so strongly of him that it makes you dizzy. Bucky settles back down in his original place, returning his arm to where it was draped over you. His rough fingertips rub patterns into the material that now covers your arms, and you wish, for a fleeting moment, that it was your bare skin instead.

"You been working on anything new recently?" he enquires in a hushed tone, careful not to ruin the atmosphere.

"I made a damn good batch of macarons yesterday," you reply, beaming smile etched across your face. "Raspberry and lemon. I'll bring you some, next time I pass the Garage. You're gonna love them."

"You know, I think the only reason I ever get Mechanic of the Month is because you bring by all of your sweet treats."

You laugh melodiously, and the sound makes Bucky's heart stutter in his chest without warning.

"Happy to be of service," you tease. "I take requests, too, if you ever want something specific. Just let me know."

"You're the best, sugar."

You sink into Bucky's hold a little, daring to rest your head on his shoulder. When he doesn't stop you, you exhale, and relax even more.

"Are you working tomorrow?" he asks.

"Nope. You?"

"Nah. I'm going sailing, finally. It's been way too fuckin' long," he grumbles. "Your Dad's usually my right hand man, but he'll be in Ohio. You wanna come?"

The idea of laying on the deck of a boat in the blazing sunshine with a shirtless Bucky Barnes sounds like heaven. Who could say no to an offer like that?

"Yeah, of course. I'll bring a picnic, if you like. It's the least I can do."

"Sounds perfect," he replies, squeezing your shoulder.

Suddenly, he rises to his feet, extending a hand out to you. You grab it, and he pulls you up, the both of you shaking sand off yourselves.

"It's late, and dark, and a little cold. You ready to go?"

You nod your head, and make your way over to his truck, ignoring the heat that blooms over your chest when he opens the passenger door for you before his own.

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"Thank you, for tonight," you say as he pulls up in front of your apartment building.

"Thank you," he replies, killing the engine. "It's nice to have you back, you know. Wondered if you were gonna finish college and stay out there in California. Thought we might not see you again."

He almost sounds... relieved. The idea that he might have missed you if you didn't return effects you more than it should.

"I liked it there, but... I don't know. My family's here. I'm only twenty three. I've got time to move around the country. I missed this place too much when I was away."

"Never thought I'd hear you say that," he chuckles.

"I know, trust me. They do say absence makes the heart grow fonder."

"Yeah, they say a lot of fuckin' things," he jokes.

Bucky swings his door open, hopping down from the drivers seat. He makes his way over to your side, holding out a hand so you can jump out.

"Careful," he warns. "It's higher than it looks."

You grab his hand, and step onto the metal sill. Your foot slips slightly, sending you tumbling down and forward, out of the truck. Luckily, Bucky catches you, one hand in yours, other on your hip.

"Woah, easy. You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," you breathe.

He places his hands on your cheeks and cradles your face, searching for any signs of distress. You place your palms over his, silently reassuring him.

And then, it happens.

Warm, golden, molten electricity surges through your veins, lighting up each and every one of your nerve endings. Your surroundings explode into glorious technicolour, everything suddenly brighter and more vibrant. It feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest, only to be replaced by one that beats in a slightly different rhythm. There's flowers blooming in your ribcage, new life happening inside of you. You catch eyes with Bucky, expecting to see his stormy blue ones looking back at you. Instead, all you see is your future.

Vivid, flashing images of Bucky Barnes fill your mind, each one of them tinted with a warm, rosy hue. You feel like you're being reinvented. Your skin is alive, hyperaware of the way Bucky's palms are still gently cupping your cheeks. Your fingertips tingle with anticipation where they rest on his, itching to touch every inch of him. You feel as if the oxygen has been stolen from your lungs, and replaced with love.

Your knees are the first to buckle, the weight of the moment taking you down. You hit the ground, and so does Bucky, his palms not once leaving your face. You're both kneeling on the warm concrete, ocean waves providing a distant soundtrack. Blood is rushing in your ears, and you wonder for a second if you're about to pass out. You squeeze Bucky's hands so hard, it's a miracle you don't break his fingers. He squeezes back, eyes locked on one another.

After what feels like an eternity, you both break out of your reverie. You lean forward, resting your forehead against Bucky's, both of you panting.

You're trying to catch your breath unsuccessfully. You move one of your hands to rest on Bucky's chest, right on his heart. You swear the steady beat of it spells out your name.

He mirrors you, and moves his own hand to rest above your frantic heart, the other still glued to your cheek. You both breathe, in and out, trying to match each other. When you finally do, it's as if time stops. It's just you and Bucky. One heartbeat. One soul.

You break away from him to look into his eyes again. They look different, you think. He looks different.

He gazes back at you, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. The moonlight dances off your faces, illuminating the moment both your lives changed forever.

"It's you," he breathes in disbelief.

A laugh escapes your chest, surprising you both. He chuckles with you, and before you know it, the both of you are in hysterics, sitting on the sidewalk at three in the morning.

"Of course it's me," you giggle. "The two people that hate soulmates, Tethered together. You couldn't write it."

Bucky grins at you, clutching at his stomach.

You both take a breath, and realise your surroundings. Bucky gets up first, heaving you up by your arms. He towers over you, suddenly close. Not close enough, you decide. Never close enough.

You lunge forward and crash your lips to his. Bucky instinctively wraps one arm around your back, moving his other hand to hold you by the back of your neck. He tastes like salt and spearmint and every kiss for the rest of your life.

Bucky presses himself into you, attempting to tangle your bodies together. He wants to feel every inch of you against his skin, willing you to come closer. He aches to climb into you, sew himself into your ribcage. He'd be content to live there, beating your heart, forever.

You whine, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, exploring eagerly. You tilt your head back, and fist your hands into his shirt, plastering yourself to his front. He shoves his thigh in between your legs, the rough denim a welcome contrast to your soft skin. You buck your hips forward, and the friction is so delicious it makes you dizzy. You've never been kissed like this. It's almost feral. You're both surrendering to your fates, giving in to the animalistic urges coursing through you.

A seagull caws on a nearby street lamp, and the sound makes you both jump. You suddenly realise your scenario. Your Dad's best friend, who also happens to be your soulmate, has you pressed against his truck in the street, kissing you like he's running out of air and you're his only oxygen source. If it goes any further, you'll both get arrested for public indecency.

"Fuck, sugar," he murmurs against your mouth. "My pretty girl. My honey."

"My soulmate," you whisper.

The reality of it comes crashing down like a tsunami, drenching the both of you.

Bucky kisses you again, gentler this time. The tenderness makes you want to cry.

"What do we do now?" you mumble, fear coating your voice.

He senses your trepidation instantly. He feels it, actually, right in the front of his chest. It's like you suddenly share one body. There's no guessing, anymore. He knows exactly how you feel.

He takes a deep breath, trying to settle his building anxiety. He knows that if he stays calm, you'll stay calm. That's how Tethering works, right? He has to keep it together for the both of you, despite the panic that's rising in him, vibrating in his bones.

"How about... how about we both go to bed, get some sleep - and then we go sailing, later on today, just like we planned? And no matter what, we take everything one step at a time."

"One step at a time," you repeat, attempting to pacify you both.

"We'll figure it out," he reassures. "I know we will."

You find the will to step apart, which proves harder than you thought. It's like Bucky's an anchor - fastening you to peace, to happiness, to serenity. The more distance you put between your bodies, the more unsettled you feel. When you're not touching him, it's as if everything becomes unsteady, more difficult. You feel like you're on a rogue sailboat, battling the waves, threatened to be thrown overboard. Bucky is your lifevest, your lighthouse in the dark night. You're not sure how you're supposed to live your life any more than two feet away from him at all times.

You breathe, and smooth down your dress, running your fingers through your hair. You reach out and adjust Bucky's shirt where it's been wrinkled due to your tight grip.

"Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmurs, fingers tangling around your own.

"Goodnight, Buck," you echo.

He leans in to press a chaste kiss to your lips, savouring the taste of your cherry lip balm. He wraps his arms around you, unable to resist. Bucky breathes you in deeply, smiling uncontrollably. Nudging your nose with his, he murmurs gently against your mouth.

"My honey girl."

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🫧 Bubbles of love 🫧

Exactly one year ago, a very special game was released for the Nintendo Switch:

🫧 Super Mario Bros Wonder 🫧

And it's a game that I loved and enjoyed so much, that I decided to write a little something to celebrate it! 🎂

As I mentioned here, I came up with this idea when I was trying to fall asleep a few nights ago and wrote it in one go the following evening. Don't even ask me how, because I always take FOREVER to write a story, but in this case, and as shocking as it sounds, this story is short.

Yes. You read it right: short. Again, I don't know how, but without setting a precedent, I was able, for once, to write a story that is actually short 😂

Anyways, thank you so much to those of you who reacted to the aforementioned post to try and guess what this story might be about! You're about to find out... and I'll just say a few of you got it right 🤭 (And those who didn't, you gave me amazing ideas... I may or may not be taking notes for the future 🤭📝)

I hope it's okay that I tag those of you who showed interest, as well as some folks who I believe might enjoy this 🥰 Of course, if I'm wrong, you're more than free to ignore this post, and please forgive me for bothering you 😅

@megamagimugi @pepperycar @peaches2217 @bberetd @itsavee4117 @coffeecat1983 @doodleydoo101 @stripetkattelalala54-gf (no rush at all of course! Take your time 🥰) @smokszyvverstar @eleventhhourfactor @marioandluigi1983 @c-lavanda @zocchini37 @teegeeteegee @akiiame-blog @dragon-fly34 @supergay-64

EDIT: @pinkcreamypeach adding you to the list in case you're interested! 🥰💖

My beloved big sis @vulpixfairy1985 deserves a special mention, as you'll find a part in this story that might remind you of her beautiful story A moment together 🤭🎈 Thank you so much for giving me permission to do so, dear sister! 💖

Without further ado: enjoy! 😄🫧💖

As always, you can continue reading under the cut! Likes, comments, kudos, reblogs and any kind of feedback is always more than welcome! 🥰💖

🫧 Bubbles of love 🫧

Mario can't stop looking at Peach.

He’s been staring at her in rapt attention for a while now. Specifically, since he’s seen her touch the Bubble Flower that has caused her familiar pink dress, which suits her so well and which Mario adores dearly, to turn a shade of purple, though not a very dark one. Peach has immediately begun to throw bubbles to catch the enemies that were stalking them, facing them without hesitation, bravely and keeping every bit of her characteristic elegance untouched.

And Mario has confirmed, once again, that he’s absolutely and irremediably in love with her.

Now, fortunately, the road they’re following is completely clear. They’ve all stopped to rest together in a clearing in Pipe-Rock Plateau, and Peach, her power-up still on, is sitting on a rock and chats absentmindedly with Toadette. Mario is not even aware that he’s smiling wider than ever as he watches her; he’s just reveling in her infinite beauty, her long golden hair and deep blue eyes that resemble two sapphires, and her gestures and expressions, never lacking in sweetness and demureness.

Mario suddenly finds himself lost in thought, his mind filling with the moments they shared together on their first visit to the Flower Kingdom a year ago. How much Peach was surprised when the Piranha Plants started singing, just before she started smiling and clapping as she let herself be carried away by the music, being the first of the whole group to do so. The various races with their friend Wiggler, with whom they had such a great time, despite the dangerousness of some of the places they ran. The unexpected Halloween-themed party they stumbled upon when they arrived at Fungi Mines. How Peach liked to chase him as they dived into Petal Isles, making reaching the finish in the watery areas a fun and always healthy competition. The catchy and lively music with which the Ninjis greeted the whole group when they arrived at their hidden disco in Sunbaked Desert and how Peach enjoyed jumping to the rhythm of their melody.

The wonderful feeling of flying away clutching his cap while Peach did the same at his side, which gave them the opportunity to share a brief moment of complicity and fun that belonged only to them.

A sigh escapes Mario's lips. What he’d give to relive all those moments with his beloved princess just one more time.

What he’d give to muster the courage to go one step further and declare his love to her at last.

A loud laugh startles him and brings him back to reality. Puzzled, he turns his head in search of the source of the laughter. He smiles immediately when he notices Daisy, who, not much farther away, pulls Luigi's hand, who is also laughing, although a little more shyly and nervously. Mario notices that both of them are also using a Bubble Flower, as evidenced by Luigi's pink shirt and hat and his green overalls and Daisy's purple dress. A sudden memory assaults Mario's mind: his little brother, completely blushing, confessing to him, without looking him in the eye, that he loves how well Daisy looks in purple, as according to him, it matches perfectly with the yellow of the edges of her skirt and with her auburn hair. And, besides, it's her favorite color.

Mario's smile is full of tenderness as he watches his beloved little brother being carried away by his fearless princess. Daisy is creating bubbles incessantly and, without letting go of Luigi's hand, she starts bouncing on them, dragging the younger plumber along with her. Mario watches them while he remembers another special occasion: that time when, after taking Luigi to Sarasaland in his Odyssey ship, he began to create bubbles near the princess' balcony to invite her and Luigi to share a moment together. Mario recalls how much fun they both had, holding hands as they danced on the bubbles, the purest and most primal happiness radiating from their every gesture and face.

Mario couldn’t be happier that they’ve decided to recreate the scene they shared back then, this time being in charge of creating the bubbles themselves. Tenderness dances in his chest as he witnesses how his twin, despite his initial insecurity and reticence, gradually gains more confidence, no doubt infected by Daisy's boldness and the self-assuredness she gives him. Mario’s heart fills with joy when a laugh finally bursts from Luigi's lips, showing that all traces of fear have been buried under layers and layers of fun and bliss.

With dreamy eyes, Mario watches as, in a matter of seconds, Luigi and Daisy are dancing in the air, holding hands and surrounded by bubbles that seem to be in tune with their movements. A giggle escapes Mario as Luigi spins Daisy around and then holds her around the waist, Daisy's arms around his neck. His little brother is quite a ladies’ man.

A soft giggle then reaches his ears. Mario's attention is immediately diverted to Peach, who, like him, looks at the couple and seems touched by the happiness they radiate. It is at that moment, watching the princess cover her mouth with her hand, always so restrained, with her golden hair falling in waves down her back and her distinctive heart-shaped bangs crowning her forehead, that Mario gets the idea.

He doesn’t miss a beat and starts turning everywhere. Fortunately, his search soon pays off: not far away, at the other end of the clearing, he spots a block that, he hopes, hides a Bubble Flower. He rushes to it without a second thought, but on the way, he’s assailed by the possibility that it’s an Elephant Fruit or a Drill Mushroom. What will he do then? His plan will only work with a Bubble Flower... Although there might be something he can do for Peach if he finds himself transformed into an elephant. After all, he's pretty good at improvising.

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he reaches the block and looks at it while giving himself a few seconds to catch his breath. His fate is locked inside that bright yellow box with a white question mark inscribed on it. His mind tries to come up with ideas, options that he could carry out in case he doesn't receive the desired power-up, but Mario has never dealt well with uncertainty.

So, without further thought, he jumps up with his fist in the air.

A beautiful flower with a pink center in which two black eyes gleam, surrounded by purple petals which, in turn, are encircled by other petals, these of a snowy white, welcomes him.

Mario laughs and lets out a shout of victory before jumping back up, hand outstretched to touch the flower at its very center. As soon as he does, he notices how his body absorbs the power-up and performs a small spin in the air as his clothes change color, his blue overalls turning red and his shirt and cap turning pink. Before he hits the ground again, he’s already created his first bubble.

Satisfied, he quickly turns around and makes sure that Peach hasn't noticed anything, as she has resumed her conversation with Toadette. A little further on, Mario is surprised to see that, among the bubbles, Luigi and Daisy are now dancing closer than ever, their mouths very close to touching. He looks away immediately; even though they’re in a clearing with their other companions, he understands that this is a very intimate moment for his brother and the princess of Sarasaland. He tells himself that he has to remember to congratulate Luigi later, but not before teasing him a little as any good big brother would do.

Determined, Mario stands with his back to everyone and begins to carry out his plan. First he creates a huge bubble to serve as a base, and on both sides of it he places two others, also very large. He has to stifle a giggle as he realizes that he’s inadvertently formed a head that reminds him of a certain very famous mouse whose tone of voice is quite similar to his, or so he has always been told. He doesn't think there are that many similarities, but he's gotten used to the jokes.

He shrugs and continues with his task. He continues to blow and originate large bubbles that he places in the appropriate positions and climbs through them as his creation takes shape. He has no idea how long it takes him, but during that time, short or long, only he and his plan exist. He completely forgets where he is and who is around him. He can only recreate in his mind Peach's beautiful face, the living image of grace and pureness, as he works tirelessly. How will she react when she sees what he’s done? Will she be very surprised? Will she be happy?

Will she be... horrified?

Suddenly it occurs to Mario that, perhaps, what he’s doing is too bold, too obvious. He may indeed be taking a big risk. With his hand outstretched and about to blow yet another bubble, Mario thinks for a few seconds. Should he stop? Should he go on? What if it's too much?

However, he immediately shakes his head. He knows he wants to do it, no matter what, and that nothing could stop him. Not when resolve courses through his veins like a fast-flowing river and floods every corner of his body.

Besides, he loves the power of creating bubbles, bouncing on them and feeling himself fly higher and higher, and what better way to finally take the step of expressing his feelings for the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom than to use them?

Mario forces the torrent of tremendous thoughts that appear in his mind to stop and ignores the rapid beating of his heart. Firmly, he finally blows and creates a new bubble with which to perform his plan, and skillfully directs it to the point where he wants to place it.

Whatever happens next, Mario is willing to take the risk.

When, at last, he blows the last big bubble that puts the finishing touch to his work, Mario sits on it with a soft snort, eyes closed, and runs his sleeve across his forehead. He smiles absently and gives himself a few seconds to enjoy the sensation of being high up. There’s not much distance between the ground and where he stands, but it’s enough for him.

When he opens his eyes, however, his serene smile is replaced by an expression full of the most infinite surprise.

At his feet, a large part of his group of friends has gathered. The two Toads and the four Yoshis gaze at his creation with amazement gleaming on their faces. Nabbit is there too, his head tilted back so as not to miss a detail, but the scarf covering half of his face prevents Mario from reading his expression clearly. Even Luigi and Daisy have abandoned their close dance to come closer to watch, and they’re both beaming with smiles full of admiration and eyes shining with enthusiasm. When his glance meets his brother's, Mario smiles sheepishly as Luigi gives him an energetic thumbs-up while winking approvingly.

Next to his twin, Mario spots Toadette, who is clapping enthusiastically, and he waves at her quickly as his brain starts to process that, if she's there, that means...

Indeed, standing by her side is Peach herself, causing Mario's throat to suddenly go dry as his heart skips a beat.

His beloved Peach, for whom he has just built a huge heart made of bubbles.

His beloved Peach, who gazes at the result of his efforts with wide eyes as she covers her mouth with both hands.

His beloved Peach, whose sparkling sapphire eyes meet his own.

Mario is speechless. Are those... tears? He can't tell for sure, as he stands at a certain height, but he could swear he’s seen something glistening in the evening sun on the sides of his princess's beautiful eyes.

To say that his heart is bouncing in his chest would be an understatement.

Embarrassment invades Mario in a sudden surge that sweeps everything in its path. He hadn't counted on having such an audience. He had hoped it could be something private, something to share only with Peach. Of course, considering that the whole group is gathered in the middle of a clearing, he supposes it was too much to ask.

Still, the plumber puts his hand to his mouth and blows again. He sends the new bubble floating gently to Peach's very feet, and she lowers her head for a moment before raising it again, questioning him with her gaze. Despite the insecurity that always floods him when it comes to her, Mario nods, his lips drawing a nervous and somewhat crooked smile, and hurries to blow a second bubble that he also sends down, though at a slightly higher distance than the first one.

And Peach, without taking her eyes off Mario, lowers her hands to grab her purple skirts and begin the ascent.

Mario's heart swells and sings as he notices the wide, radiant smile adorning the pink lips of his beloved princess.

He forces himself to hold back a giggle of joy and keep blowing. His eyes never leave Peach's, who, in turn, can't take her eyes off him. Mario watches as his princess climbs towards him, those deep eyes getting closer and closer, her approaching him as if in slow motion. His rapid heartbeat thunders in his ears, but he’d love to continue living this moment forever, to extend it in time, to never end the sweet anticipation of knowing that, soon, his princess will be with him.

He never wants to stop looking at those eyes, which, as he very well knows, can never, ever have an owner, because of the simple fact that they’re not of this world.

However, sooner than he expected, Mario finds himself having to look up slightly, as Peach has finally reached him. They both gasp slightly, but the princess’ smile is so wide and shiny, brighter than the sun itself, that Mario doubts there can be anything in the world that would be able to erase it. He was about to create a new bubble, his hand outstretched, so instead, he extends his arm a little and offers it to Peach. She lets go of her skirts without a second thought and accepts his hand, her slender, delicate fingers resting gently on his rough, calloused palm.

Mario can hardly believe his luck.

Quickly, he leans to one side and invites Peach to sit next to him in the bubble that closes the heart, which she does with diligence and gracefulness, their hands still clasped together. The instant Mario’s brain registers that his beloved princess has just taken a seat next to him and that their fingers, despite the gloves, remain touching, he feels like he might faint. The outside world disappears completely for him, as does the entire group that continues looking at them on the ground. He barely hears, as if in the background, the voices of Luigi and Daisy as they urge the others to disperse to give the couple some privacy.

At this very moment, only he and Peach exist.

When they look at each other, she seems to want to tell him so many things. Why he has just created an entire heart made of bubbles, perhaps. Why he's invited her up, only her. “You're crazy,” even.

Peach doesn't utter a word, however. She doesn't need to, for her bright, expressive eyes speak for her. Mario senses that they’re communicating, that they’re speaking despite the absence of words, that they’re having a conversation that only they understand, a conversation that springs directly from her heart and reaches into his own.

And yet, despite this, he could never have foreseen what Peach does next.

She raises her hand, causing the touch between them to break. For Mario, it's like having a little piece of his heart ripped out, like his lungs shrinking in size. He will recover, however; for a few precious seconds he’s held his princess's hand between his fingers, and nothing can take away the joy that this brief but intense contact has caused him.

Even so, before he has time to understand what’s happening, Peach's palms rest on his cheeks, so that she’s cupping his face with infinite tenderness. Mario has just short-circuited again, so he’s unable to react. Unless melting inside and feeling his face burning like the fiercest fire counts as a reaction.

And suddenly, with the swiftness of the blink of an eye, Peach's lips land on his.

Mario's heart stops suddenly.

Suddenly he’s no longer there. Suddenly, he’s gone up to heaven and he’s not even aware that he’s done so. Suddenly, his eyes can do nothing but close, his ears cut off from the outside world, his hands rise to rest on Peach's hips with a certain possessiveness that he doesn't know where it comes from, but that he’s unable to contain.

Suddenly, Mario is in heaven and does not intend to come back down.

[booquip]

Firstly I wanted to say thanks so much for all the love on my first post! I enjoyed writing it a lot and hope you all had a fun time reading it! I hope you all enjoy this one just the same! ☺️☺️ Not going to lie I really struggled to incorporate two head cannons I had into a one shot fic, so apologies if the writing is super mangled. ): As always feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated!! (I haven’t caught up with JJK in a minute so sorry if my memory is hazy causing me to use incorrect info.)

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!Reader x Geto Suguru

Summary: Satoru seeing you before him and Suguru leave for a mission. (written from multiple POV's) ( I like to think that along with Satoru's lack of spacial awareness he lacks emotional awareness when it comes to himself while Suguru is like okay I feel this way now wtf do I do, which both of them can bond on once Suguru helps Satoru realize he’s not dying and that he is in fact in love with reader.)

word count: 1,149

 “Gojo-san!” You say with that airy smile you always have. You go on even more missions than them yet how do you always manage to have a smile on your face? You run up to him still all smiles and giggles. Why is it that you’re always running? And why did you look so beautiful running towards him? Your hair was flowing heedlessly down your shoulders as you came to a stop. Both of you sitting on the grass as he rests his head in your lap. (It became routine ever since he had spotted you one day reading a book lying on the grass mindlessly munching on whatever snack it was that you were eating that day.)

He looks up only to be met with those encapsulating doe eyes of yours. Many would argue that his eyes were the ones full of prowess but how could that be true when one look from your glistening eyes had him falling to his knees. He was having the worst of worst days about…wait what was it about again?

Ha- See what he means?

“Ahh Gojo-san are you listening?” Your voice jolts him out of his spiral. How long had you been speaking for? He scratches the back of his neck letting out a light laugh. Your face mere inches away from his. The words had come out of his mouth before he had time to stop them.

“You have pretty eyes Y/N.”

He feels heat rush to his face as the words pored out of him.

You feel as if the world around you both has been silenced. No not silenced you think, it’s almost like it has decided that just the two of you are allowed to bask in its beauty. You slowly blink at the notion of his words, beginning to come back to your senses. Has he gone mad? The Satoru Gojo, complimenting the likes of you. You wanted to hear it more, hear him more. He probably—no he deffinetly didn’t mean it like that. Gojo-san is known for his outbursts and this was just one of them. You make attempts to ease the fast paced thoughts. If there truly was no meaning behind his words, why did his voice sound so sultry so—

“hahaaha jeez Y/N you take everything so seriously.”

You notice him hide his face in his hands and you think it’s just to mask his laughter so you dismiss his words all together.

“Ah my apologies Gojo-san didn’t you have a mission to attend to with Geto-san?”

Why did you ignore his comment? He knew he dismissed it first. He knew it was unwarranted but still— did you just not take it, take him, seriously— why is he so angry right now? Why does he feel as though his heart has been ripped out of his chest? Why does he feel dejected? Why? Why? Why?

The furrow in his brows is uncommon to you and before you can question it, you feel a hand gently graze the top of your hair. You look up to see the one and only Suguru covering the glaring sun from your field of view as you peered up to look at him. "Ah Geto-san, hello!"

Satoru's voice is whiney while he speaks his distaste for the mission. “Ugghhh do I really have to go? I would much rather stay here.” Suguru sighs in contrast to Satoru it's almost foreign to hear him complain. “Yes, Satoru we unfortunately do also the auxiliary manager is going to get mad if we don’t show up soon.” Oh that's when you’re reminded you almost forgot the main reason you approached Gojo-san in the first place.

“Geto-san before you leave take these!” As you pull out the coffee-caramel flavored hard candies from your pocket and into his hand, he looks at you with the most quizzical expression.

“You don’t like the taste of curses, do you?”

He looks at you wide eyed, you take that as a sign to continue.

“I know these won’t change the taste also that your not much of a fan for sweets hence the coffee flavor, but I hope that it makes you forget even if it’s just for a little while. Please eat them after your missions! I hope you find them useful!” Your explanation (that wasn't really an explanation) still has him stunned. You had only went on one mission with them. Was he that terrible at masking it? No he was sure he did well as Satoru never questioned him for it.

For an airhead you sure are observant.

And that's when it hit him the realization crashing down on him all at once. How could he not have seen it sooner? The way he would smile at the mere thought of getting to see you in class. The way his cheeks would heat up whenever it was just the two of you alone. The way he would always go out of his way to make you smile. Oh your breathtaking smile. It was contagious, motivating others on the most depressing of days. He could internally beat him self up right now for being so dumb.

He was in love with you.

And with the way his best friend looked at you he was sure that he felt the same way too.

He's pulled out of his trance when he hears you about to apologize. “I’m sor-"

“Thank you Y/N.”

He says with a smile so sincere, it's then and only then you finally understand why people would go to the end's of the earth for their loved ones. You would go to the ends of the earth for your friends even if it meant killing yourself in the process. It would have all been worth while-- His smile was so precious— so welcoming you couldn’t help but return it hoping to reciprocate even a sliver of the energy back. Is it selfish to wish for this moment to last forever? You three in this moment without the fear of curses? Was that really such a selfish ask?

Satoru laying in your lap while Suguru is on your side shoulders almost touching. Satoru makes a loud pout. “Hey… where’s my candy.” You can’t help but let out a deep belly laugh, sometimes he is just so predictable. You couldn't decipher his face when he heard you laugh since he had quickly gone back to pouting. “What are you laughin fo-“ He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before you peel a birthday cake flavored toffee and slip it into his mouth. “ Haha I’m sorry Gojo-san, sometimes you really are just so predictable.” Suguru also can’t help but laugh at the spectacle before him. Satoru keeps his head in your lap for the duration of your time together. As all your laughing dies down, you can’t help but feel content in this moment. Continuing to selfishly wish it would last a lifetime…

Jeez im super tired after writing this. It takes way longer than one would expect. This took like 9 hour's to write with no breaks and it could still use some tweaks ( I'm just super lazy haha) Props to all writers out there because this shit is so draining. Again feedback and constructive criticism is alway appreciated love you all!! Oh wait I would love to make readers strength contrast with her personality like she's super clueless in every other sense but smart in battle and before Gojo or Geto she becomes the first special grade but I'm not too sure. Im just tired of seeing the weak Y/N trope lol.

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And Darling, All My Dreaming

This is super late but I had such a hard time with the smut, your feedback would be very helpful, I really hope you enjoy.

The epilogue of The Way the Stars Love the Heavens series.

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6.

Contains: Mild angst, fluff, smut (fingers, p in v) not beta read.

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But it came easy, darling As natural as another leg around you in the bed frame - Hozier To Someone From A Warm Climate (Uiscefhuaraithe).

Dinner was an affair filled with anticipation, the afternoon patrol shift finished after the run of hot food, so you piled a plate high and waited outside your window for Ghost to walk by. He protested at first, commenting that he couldn't stop to eat, but a quick call over the radio had Alejandro running to fill in for ten minutes while chuckling about love.

But that was two hours ago, and as the seconds passed, your excitement grew. Simon's shift would be over, which meant he was making his way to you right now and right on cue, his signature knock sounded at your door as you rushed up to open it. "Hi, come in."

He was maskless, his hair slightly damp from the shower he must have taken before coming to your door, and he stepped into your room with a smile. "Hello love." He leaned down and pressed a chased kiss to your cheek, and you took a deep breath as the smell of his shampoo filled the air around you.

You gestured to the small table and chairs in the corner. "Would you like some tea?"

"That would be nice, thank you." He pulled out your chair before sitting down, and you went to the little cupboard bolted to the wall, pulled out the box of tea bags and the cups and placed them on the table before twisting around to switch on the jug.

"If I show you something, do you promise to keep it a secret?" You knew he would say yes, but you also knew what the others were like, once the cat was out of the bag, there would be no getting it back in.

"Of course love." The room was small enough that he could stretch over to touch you, and he spun you around to face him with his hand on your hip as he continued. "You can tell me anything, I won't tell a soul."

"Ok." You spun back around and grabbed the two boxes right at the centre and placed them on the table before pouring the hot water over the tea bags that Simon had put in the cups. "My maternal Aunt runs a chocolate shop called Le Chalet du Chocolat, and whenever I'm away, she sends me chocolates and tea biscuits. There's never enough to share with everyone, so I keep them to myself, but I figure that if you don't tell anyone I have them, then I can share with you."

He grinned and threw open the box of chocolate biscuits before dipping one in his hot tea and taking a bite and his eyes rolled into his skull as he let out a moan. "Good?"

He took another sip of tea and nodded. "Amazing." His smile turned mischievous, and he leaned in close. "What flavour are the chocolates?"

You opened the box and plucked one out, the outside was a mix of milk and white chocolate, and you took his hand in yours before placing the chocolate in his upturned palm. "This one is white chocolate and bourbon caramel. Eat it slowly, if you down it in one, you'll ruin it."

He did as he was told, biting half and holding it in his mouth so the chocolate melted slowly. "Ooh luvly, thith ith the beft thing ever."

You giggled as he stuffed the rest and you offered him another, but he shook his head. "When my aunt finds out I'm with someone she'll send a whole barrel."

He took a sip of his tea and leaned back in the chair, running his hand through his short hair as he watched the far-away spotlight coming through the opening window wash over your face. "I've never heard you talk about your mum, what's going on there?"

It was bound to come up, especially after what happened with your father. "A car accident when I was ten. It happened on base and the rumour was she was hit by one of the visiting politicians who was drunk off his face. She was killed on impact."

He placed his cup down and reached out, his hand resting on yours. "I'm sorry."

You shrugged. "These things happen."

"What happened to the guy that did it?" His thumb was stroking the back of your hand and he put his cup down so he could place the other one on your knee.

"He's dead, it happened a few weeks after the crash. There were some suspicions that my father did it but it never went past idle gossip." You knew it was him, maybe that was why you put up with his bullshit but that was the first and last good thing he ever did as a family man. "What about you? I know you look after your mum and you've got a nephew."

He smiled. "Yeah, little Joe is great." He took a deep breath and squeezed your hand. "My dad's a piece of shit, it's safe to say your father isn't the first I've hit."

You smiled softly and finished your tea, moving to brush your fingertips over the small, faded scar on his cheek. "Well, I think you're wonderful, paternal violence and all."

He grinned and pushed himself off the chair, pointing to the empty cups on the table. "I'll help you clean up."

You nodded, he was always so sweet and considerate, sometimes you couldn't believe what he did for a living. "I'd like that."

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The air was different when you returned to your dorm, Soap's declaration when he saw you both in the kitchen of keeping Price busy made you laugh so hard that by the time you walked in the door, you were out of breath. Simon leaned down and kissed you through his smile as you placed both hands on his cheeks, and he pulled back to press speedy kisses all over your face. "I love you."

You smiled wider and pulled him into another kiss, your lips brushing his as you exchanged breath. "I love you too Simon." He made you feel safe, like nothing in the world could touch you, and the comfort it created in your chest made you want to melt into his arms and never leave.

You pulled his top off, his warmth flooding your palms as you rested your hands on his heavily muscled pecs. He felt like a furnace, his heart thumping steadily under your hand as his chest rose and fell with each breath. His arm wrapped around you to hold you closer but the kiss slowed as you tensed with a thought. "I don't have any condoms."

He nodded and smiled warmly as he replied. "We get tested before every deployment."

The memory of a clinical white room filled your brain as you giggled. "So you also had to talk to a really old guy about your sex life?"

He went beet red and hid his face in your neck. "Yeah. What about.." He trailed off, trying to figure out how to put it.

"I'm on birth control." He smiled against your skin and pressed soft kisses to your neck as he began to unbutton your top.

"Rog." His tone was light and full of fondness, and you could hear the edge of lust as he pushed your blouse off your shoulder while his eyes racked over your body.

His lips returned to your neck as he reached behind you to unclasp your bra. "One handed, impressive."

He chuckled, it was all baritone and ego. "I can do it with my teeth too." When his hands found your breasts, they were gentle and languid, all soft and slow, like he was trying to savour every second. You pulled his belt from the loops and opened his pants while he kissed over your skin, moving from shoulder dome to shoulder dome, then bending his immense frame to kiss down the middle of your chest.

His pants pooled around his ankles as his lips moved to the tops of your breasts, then down more until his stubble was scratching your skin and his mouth was sealing around your nipple. Your head tilted back as the warmth from his mouth spread across your torso, one of his hands moving to support your upper back while the other paid attention to your other breast.

His mouth and hands switched positions, and the slow slide of his hands on your body meant you felt every callous as his lips made their way back up your body. Your heart raced as you slid your hand down his abs, slowing to trace his happy trail before you palmed his hard cock while he let out a grunt. You had to give it to him, even without seeing it, you could tell that he was perfectly proportioned and you weren't surprised that he was big everywhere.

He placed his hand over yours and moved it to his hip as the other hand removed the rest of your clothing, pulling your open jeans and panties down with the same careful slowness as he took you in like he was trying to commit every inch of you to memory." Fuck lovely, you're the most pretty thing I've ever seen."

You smiled and ran your fingertip back and forth over the raised scar you could feel under your hand. "You're not too bad yourself." He leaned down to kiss you as he walked you back towards the bed, and as your knees hit the edge, you pushed your hands into his underpants and ran your hands down the sides of his thighs to slide them down his legs and off into the floor.

Catching sight of his cock as it stood hard against his stomach was mind-melting, and your breathing quickened as you took in the vision. The tip was red and leaking, and now that you had laid eyes on it, it looked even bigger. He must have sensed your mild trepidation because he smiled softly as he leaned down to take you in a gentle kiss before pulling back and holding your check between his fingers as he looked into your eyes with so much affection. "I'm gonna look after you, don't worry."

His lips found yours again, and he took control of the kiss as you moved to lay on the bed, his hand going behind your head so you could relax on your way down to the pillow. When your head touched the plushness, he settled between your legs while you threw one leg over his hip. You felt even warmer with all the skin-to-skin contact, and you imagined how wonderful the cold English nights would feel cuddled up to him in bed.

His hand slid down your body to your ribs, then to the thigh wrapped around his hip as he shifted both of you on your sides. He ran his hand up and down your leg a few times before sliding around to the front of your body, his fingers tip pausing on your mound as he pulled away from your lips once more. "You gonna show me how you like to be touched, lovely?" His voice was even rougher than usual, and you could hear the lust in it as the words washed over your lips.

"Of course." There was that consideration again, and you felt comforted that he didn't let any ego get in the way of your enjoyment. You sild your hand from the hard round of his shoulder, down his arm and placed it over his as you moved your leg a little further up his body to give him more room. His nose bumped yours as you guided his fingers through your slit and to your clit, and your breath caught in your throat when his fingers made contact. You didn't think there was a fingertip without roughness, but there was no thought towards the violence that caused it, not with the way he was touching you.

You inhaled sharply at the sensation, and he picked up on it. "Just like that, love?" You moaned an affirmative and lifted your hand away to wrap around his cock, but his hand left your body and went to your wrist to stop you. "There's plenty of time for that, let me focus on you tonight." You went to protest, but he nipped your lower lip softly before kissing his way to your ear. "Let me show you how good I can be to you."

Who were you to deny such a gentlemanly request? "Alright then."

His hand returned to your centre and he kept the same speed and pressure with his thumb as his middle and index finger circled your entrance. He grunted, and the sound filled your body with heat. "Fuck you're wet. Is all this for me, lovely?"

You tried to reply, but it was cut off in your throat as he slid his fingers inside you. He moved slowly, his fingertips exploring until they reached the rough spot that made your legs twitch. "Just there?" You nodded and he stopped. "I need you to use your words, love."

It took a moment but the soft look in his eyes and the gentle kisses he was pressing to your face got the words out. "Yes, there."

"You're so good for me." He smiled when the praise made you clench around him and kissed a line from your cheek to your neck to suck a mark into your skin. Along with adding to the warmth spreading in your core, all the growing bruises served to do was prove Simon's possessive streak.

"More please." The soft but expectant look on his face told you that you didn't provide enough detail. "Please go faster."

He did as you asked and feeling slowly spreading outwards from his fingers through your body caused the coil tightening in your core to grow. "See, love, all you need to do is ask me, and I'll give you whatever you want."

"Kiss me again." It was getting hard to talk now and the impending orgasm was greying out everything else but Simon.

He grinned and placed his hand on your cheek, his lips brushing yours softly as his thumb brushed your cheek before he replied. "Now that's something you never need to ask me for." His lips weren't as soft this time and he swallowed your moans as you got closer to the edge.

"Simon, I…"

He cut you off with a kiss. "I know, love. It's alright." He had always been reassuring, but it felt different like this, like he thought anything else was improper and ungentlemanly. You gasped as it hit, any sound stolen from your throat from the overwhelming sensations as he worked you through it. He waited until the orgasm was well and truly over, making sure the pleasure was drained dry before he pulled his fingers from you, chuckling as you twitched before he licked them with a moan. "Fuck lovely, you taste pretty too."

You knew what he was about to ask, the way he was looking you up and down told you, but you didn't have the patience for that tonight. You ran your hand down his body and smiled at him. "That can wait, we have all the time in the world."

He blinked, slightly confused at your denial but he recovered quickly. "Alright love, it's your loss."

He started smiling as you did, and a gentle laughter filled the air. "You've got a bit of an ego, did you know that?"

He pecked you, then brushed a strand of hair off your face. "I'm aware. Well, lovely, if you don't want that, what do you want?"

Your hand shifted from his side, your fingers running up and down his Adonis belt and to his cock. "I want you inside me."

His eyes grew dark, the honey brown swallowed by the black of his pupil as his breath hitched. You continued to stroke him, and he kissed your cheek as he wrapped his hand over yours to guide it. "I can do that."

He rolled on top of you as his lips found yours, and you wrapped your legs around him as he settled between your thighs. He pulled your hand off of him and brought your fingers to his lips, kissing each one before placing your hand on his shoulder. He grabbed his cock and ran it up and down your slit. "You ready, love?" There was something about being asked that felt like the security of a solid wall in the middle of a storm, like you'd always be safe.

"Oh yes ple…." The sensation was overwhelming, he went slowly but the stretch still stole the breath from your lungs. He rocked his hips, going deeper each time until he had bottomed out, and then he was pushing himself up on his hands to look into your eyes as he paused his hips so you could adjust to his size.

"You right there, lovely?" His voice was tight and his arms tensed as he tried to compose himself.

"I'm great, are you alright?" You took your hand off his chest and ran it up and down his arm, slowing to trace the patterns of the tattoo on his forearm.

"You're squeezing the fucking life out of me." He took in a shuddering breath and started moving, and despite it feeling like you had nowhere to go, like he was overwhelming your every sense, the pleasure was overpowering everything. He shifted his weight to one hand and slid the other down your body to your clit as his hips picked up speed. He angled his hips to hit your G-spot as his fingers found the correct pace and pressure and you rolled your hips to match his tempo as he let out a feral grunt.

You whimpered, and it had a tinge that seemed to spur him on because his hips quickened again, and you fought the urge to sink your teeth into the bulging muscle of that place where his neck and shoulder met as the pleasure built.

He took note of your rapid breath and the sheen of sweat that had dusted your chest, the way your moans were slowly becoming more desperate as you grew tighter around him. "Come on love, I'm not going to last much longer and I want you to cum for me again." You could tell his ego wasn't taking a hit, just that he wanted you to feel good. "I know you can, you're such a good girl."

There was that praise again, so genuine and soft and there was no way you could refuse that. You finally gave in to the urge to bite him, and it only made him thrust harder, the force of it and the fast circles on your clit the final things you needed to fall over the edge like the rush of a waterfall during a flood.

"Fucken 'ell love. I love you so fucking much." He spoke the words into your neck, his hips stuttering as he pulsed inside you, pushed into bliss by the way you clenched around him.

You wrapped your arms around him and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, the afterglow coming in thick and fast as he rested his weight on you like a heated blanket. "I love you too dearest."

He chuckled, and it sent vibrations through your chest like the rumbling of a thunderstorm. "Dearest, I like that."

He went to roll off you and you stopped him, wrapping your arms around his body and pulling him to you. "Please don't go anywhere."

He smiled softly and kissed the tip of your nose. "I'll stay here as long as you need." He took a deep breath and pulled back just far enough to brush a sweat stuck strand off your face. "How are you feeling lovely?"

"I'm great, you?" Great didn't even cover it and despite how heavy he was, his weight created a pleasant tiredness that made even the thin rubber mattress feel comfortable.

His fingertips grazed the bandage in your arm and he sighed. "I'll change that before we head to bed, I don't want you waking up through the night with it giving you trouble."

You sighed and tapped his shoulder so you could roll on your side. He went with you, collecting you in his arms as you buried your face in his chest. "You are so wonderful, I don't know what I did to get so lucky."

He chuckled. "Nah love, I'm the lucky one." He petted your legs, then got up, booping your nose with a smile before he left the bed entirely. "I'm just going to get something to clean you up."

He walked over to the pile of towels and picked up a face one, then walked over to the jug, touching with the back of his hand to make sure the water that had boiled for the tea wasn't too hot before damping the towel and returning to the bed. He cleaned you up, chuckling as you twitched at the oversensitivity. "Sorry love."

He threw the towel in the corner and took you back into his arms, rubbing his nose on the top of your head as the smell of your shampoo filled his nostrils. "I love you y/n."

You smiled as he took your hand in his and linked your fingers together. "I love you too."

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Simon was right, you didn't realise how much your arm was hurting until he was grazing the bruise with his fingers while he waited for the antibiotic cream to soak in. He took care of the injury with such gentleness that by the time it was rewrapped, you had forgotten it was there. 

When it was finally time to end the night, you rested your head on his chest while he ran his hand up and down your leg as his heart thumped under your ear. "Did you enjoy yourself tonight love?" 

You expected him to ask, and you knew this was about to be the norm. "Oh yes, that's almost a silly question." 

He chuckled softly. "Good to know." 

Knock knock

Suddenly, Simon's oversized shirt made you feel naked and he pulled the blanket around you as he shouted at the door, uncaring that he was in your room. "What do you want?" 

Price's voice came through the wood with urgency. "I'm sorry, you'll have to sleep your night off on the plane; there's been a threat against the crown, and the 141 has been asked to carry out the protection." 

You sighed and Simon's jaw clenched. "Right boss, we'll be out in ten." He turned to you then pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I'm sorry love, I'll help you pack." 

You smiled softly. "As long as I can sleep on your shoulder on the way there, I'm happy." 

Fin

One shots to come

@chaos-4baby @theesirenteller @shuttlelauncher81 @carma-fanficaddict

[everythingsf1ne23]

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 (𝘒𝘪𝘯) 

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 💌:

!! First of all I don’t claim to own any layouts that I use on my page, full credit to others who have used similar layouts, I just use layouts that I’ve used on my Wattpad !! 

I’m super excited for all the Michael lovers to read this, I’m not sure if I’ll leave this as a one shot or if I’ll make a fanfic of it it so please give me some feedback in the comments as I’d really appreciate if you all could let me know your thoughts, also requests are open in the ‘ask me anything’ box! ~Jess

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 📝:

in which, the new record shop catches Michael’s eye or was it the cute worker there?

𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭’𝘴 𝘗𝘰𝘷:

I’m so tired of listening to Amanda bullshitting day in, day out.

I’ve taken a trip into town to help focus my mind on something that isn’t stressful.

I look in all the shop windows, to see if anything interests me but there’s nothing in particular in this street.

I continue walking around, I hear someone behind me and I quickly look around to see someone wearing a black hoodie and a balaclava, that was enough for me to start walking faster in case it was any of the cunts that were after the family.

I turn into a street and the person in the black hoodie is still behind me, I notice a record shop so I speed walk over to it.

I open the door of the shop and the bell rings at the door, behind the counter was a girl who was typing on her laptop.

She looks up at me, “Hi! Is there anything

 I can help you with?”

“I’m just having a look around”, I reply a/ I start to look through the shelves, 

“Okay, if you need anything let me know”, 

I hear her say, 

“Thanks” flicking through the shelves I see everything from Queen to Taylor Swift.

I look back at her to see her opening a box which I assumed also had vinyls into them,  ‘ she’s so pretty’ I think to myself.

After a while, I pick out a few albums and I walk up to the counter

“Ooh you’ve some great choices here” 

“Yeah I’m happy with them, I’ve never seen your shop here before, is it new?”

“Yeah it is, I wanted my job to be something that I’m passionate about 

and I love music”

I watch as she scans the records, 

with a bright smile on her face.

“You seem really lovely, what’s your name?”, I ask her and she looks up at me.

“Thank you so much! I’m Chiara, what’s yours?”

“I’m Michael”, was all I could say, I’m stunned by her beauty.

“Nice to meet you Michael!”

“It’s nice to meet you too”

Chiara handed me the bag with my records, “The receipt is in your bag, 

I hope to see you back here sometime”

“Oh yeah I’ll be back for sure!”

I walk out into the street and I’m hit with the coldness as it was warm in the record shop, somehow I feel like I will return to see Chiara sooner rather than later.

[slvtforswift]

q&a with ethan dolan

about: you and ethan have been dating for a while now and he was finally ready to introduce you on camera.

authors note: haven’t posted in a while but hey. also i miss the twins so here’s this. i was such an ethan girlie. i’ll work on some more imagines for you all later.

“e, i’m really nervous. what if i’m bad on camera or your fans end up hating me? or both?” you said.

“y/n, you’ll be fine, i promise. they’re gonna love you. you’re so charming.” he complimented.

you smiled. “you really mean that?”

“well i wouldn’t have said it if i didn’t.” he replied.

you smiled and the two of you shared a kiss.

“gray, we’re ready!” ethan called.

“finally done kissing and shit?” grayson rolled his eyes as he walked into the room.

you were friends with grayson first before you met ethan. grayson was basically your best friend, the two of you hung out all the time. shared secrets, constantly talked, and we’re playful with each other. when you met ethan, you fell head over heels for him.

“shut up, grayson.” ethan rolled his eyes.

you let out a giggle. “yeah, gray. you’re just jealous that you’re single.”

“no i’m not!” he exclaimed, defensively.

“whatever you say.” you teased.

ethan then got the camera set up and the two of them sat.

they told you to stay off-camera so they could do an introduction for you and then you would come in.

“what’s up guys, we’re back!” ethan shouted.

“we’re back!” grayson shouted.

“no, we have to be in sync.” ethan said.

“yeah, you’re right.” grayson sighed.

“3…2…1…” ethan counted.

“we’re back!” they echoed.

“yeahhhh.”

“yeah!”

they both laughed.

“okay, so today we are doing a q&a as some of you know with a special guest.” grayson said.

“come on out, y/n!” ethan called.

you smiled and walked in front of the camera.

ethan smiled when you came into the gram and sat on his lap.

“hi.”

“hi.”

the two of you laughed.

“am i really gonna third wheel this whole video?” grayson questioned.

“no, i’ll sit in between you guys.” you said.

they made room for you in the middle of the couch and ethan pulled out his phone.

“okay, so i tweeted out ask gray and i plus y/n questions and we’d make a video with your answers.” ethan explained.

“and if you didn’t know from the pictures, these two are dating.” grayson added.

you pursed your lips and turned red.

“are you gonna say words or just sit there?” ethan asked you.

“oh shut up, crimson chin.” you rolled your eyes.

“okay, miss attitude.” he sassed.

you giggled and grayson huffed.

“i knew i’d be third wheeling.” he whispered.

you clapped. “okay. should we get started boys?”

“i think we shall.”

ethan unlocked his phone and got the screenshots up from the twitter post.

“okay, first question. ‘how did you guys meet y/n.’”

“we met y/n at this really awesome event we went to.” ethan started. “well, she met grayson first, then she met me later on.”

“yeah, so i had bumped into grayson and we started talking and became super close friends. then, he introduced me to ethan and we started talking and now we’re dating.” you added.

“and y/n and i are still pretty close, i mean she’s one of my best friends, but now she’s really happy with my brother and i’m happy for both of them.”

“awww, gray.”

“thanks, gray.”

you guys answered some more questions from fans. some of them got weird and dirty, but most of them were fine and you were actually having fun.

it was finally time for the outro and the three of you said peace and finished filming.

“you did really good, babe.” ethan complimented.

you smiled. “thank you.”

the two of you then shared a small kiss.

after editing, and waiting until tuesday, the boys posted to video to their channel and everyone loved it.

they loved you, your friendship with gray, and most importantly your relationship with ethan.

you smiled as you read through comments from their fans.

overall, you got a lot of great feedback and you were happy.

[yoonjinsgirl]

Hey guys!!! I'm new here I've been a reader all my life and something inside me wanted to try out writing fics and imagines and then no longer i could hold my wish so finally I've decided to hop on!! I'm gonna try my best!!! I'll be happy to take requests for hyungline (ot⁷ but my biasline is hyungline) and suggestions are welcomed!!!💜

*Also me being a hopeless romantic my choice of writing would mostly be fluff!!! I love reading fics/imagines which are warm, comforting with a lill bit angst so hell yeah will be including them!! About smut I'm not so sure rn!*

So now getting back to this fic or oneshot whatever you call it!! It's nothing much nor i think it makes any sense, It's just a tweet i came across on twitter and my comment gave me the idea to write this!!!💜

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You shutting me up like that is so sexy!

Yoongi x Reader

Summary : you and yoongi start bickering while watching iu palette when things start to turn up pretty serious!

Warnings : could be a lill bit of angst! And fluff ofcourse!

A/N : this is my first time writing, i apologize in advance for any mistakes. Please give your feedbacks to me! It would mean alot to me!!💜

Request are open & highly welcomed and appreciated!💕

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After a long day at work you come home to be suprised to see your idol boyfriend who is already home, comfortably lying down on couch watching something on television! Suprised because his new album is releasing soon and he has been super busy with his work schedules, mostly spending days at his studio. You were so..so happy to see him home because you missed him being around you so much and now that he was home you felt so good, your body already relaxing after looking at him.

"Y/n i know I'm hot you don't have to stare me like that"

That's when you realize, while you were so lost in your thoughts and suprised to see him home, you had no idea you've been unintentionally staring at him from too long!

You mentally face palmed yourself and your cheeks turn red, and a silly smile on your smile appears as you say "aish aren't you being too much yoongs? I see you've lately been in company with jinnie isn't it! Also what's wrong in staring at the man whom I'm in love with and hell yeah he's hot so why not" you say trying to act cool and shrugging off.

He chuckles a little on how your face can never hide anything, beside your red cheeks all visible to him, he gets ups from the couch walking closer to you and handling you a glass of water, "I'm so satisfied, my intentions succeeded on surprising you tonight bby! Don't shy away i can clearly see it on your face, i know how much you've missed me! so have i love! I know i haven't been giving you enough time because of busy schedules, so i decided to come home early and order a take-out so need for any of us to cook, we both can relax, now go get freshen up quickly, I'm waiting for you hmnn" you immediately hugged him, "you know i love you yoonie" you were always so thankful for getting someone like him in your life who has always been so loving, caring and understanding!

He immediately hugged you back and placed a kiss on your forehead "hmnn i know that, i love you too, now go get changed and come quickly I'm waiting for you"

To which you happily nodded went to get freshen up and undoubtedly came out quickly, rushing out wanting to just be beside him. When you came out he was already serving food near the coffee table across television, you walked up and tried to help him to which he nodded into no and pulled you towards him and quickly gave you peck and made you sit down and later sat down next you.

"So what are we watching today yoon" you asked him, "umnn it's 10 (of april) today should we watch that new show we were talki.." "aaaahhhhhhhhh wtf" you screamed cutting him off before he could even complete his sentence. Making him blush a little as he knew what exactly made you scream like that, he loved how you were always so excited about his work, how you cared about slightest thing related to him, how you were still a part of his bts army and you were proud of being one. "omggggg how could i forget it's 10april today.. omgggg the episode of you on iu palette will be releasing today! How could i forget it omggg please play it! I'm already 3 hours late yoongs" you said practically pouting now, he laughed trying to hide his now flushed cheeks, "y/niee it's okay! you were at work anyways. You can watch it later on if you want." "Whattttt noooo, ofcourse not yoongs! pretty please i wanna watch it now, you've no idea how excited I'm" you said again pouting, yoongi knew how much things related to him mattered to you always, also there's no escaping you while you talk like that to him, pouting without your knowledge, and how soft he was for you. "Aishhh okay" he said and put up the show and you were enjoying the show already, it was so fun watching yoongi bicker with iu, he was practically being a brat to his friend of same age! You giggled and laughed wholeheartedly.

Only untill IU said how she loved the MV of Daechwita from his mixtape D-2 and your boyfriend being the pro at teasing and bickering asked her teasing back that if she meant she only liked MV and not his music and iu being totally taken back unable to come up with a comeback, tbh she didn't mean any of that, she respected and definitely appreciated yoongi's work alot. You gasped and hit your boyfriend playfully "yahhh you... you're being super annoyingly bratty! what's wrong with complimenting MV, you know how grand it was and how you acted so well, so well that you literally got offers to act yoongs?"

"wdym y/n what about my music, is it bad? Is that what you mean??" he looked pretty serious to what he looked questioning you "ofcourse not yoons what are you even saying! don't i always say your music has kept me going through in my life!!" "Be honest y/n i can take your criticism if there's something you don't like about my music" you could see how his smile had dropped from his face and how his eyes looked sad as if he was controlling his emotions. You felt awful, your heart breaked and you felt your body leaving your soul, you unintentionally hurt him, and now you were hurt coz' wtf how could you possibly make him feel so bad, the man who made you the happiest, whose music was all you had to get strength from during your worst day. His music which let you keep going in your past, how did you ended up hurting him you hated yourself right now for spoiling his mood, for spoiling the effort your boyfriend had made especially for you, so that you don't feel unloved, because he saw how lonely you felt without him around you. How you wanted his attention to you but you let it go and smiled everytime coz you knew how much he loved his work and it made him the happiest, and his happiness mattered you the most.

You immediately took his hands in your palm "Yoonieeeeee NO.. there's nothing that i not like about your music, how could you think like that yoongles when your music is all that i keep listening to all of time! Have i not told you, before we came together i always felt your presence through your music, i felt comforted through it, it felt like you were there with me the whole time just right beside me, there were days where i didn't knew where to go? Whom to talk about? Whom to cry out my pain..my hurting and i would switch to your music and it felt like a warm hug to me" tears starting to form in your eyes as you remembered those hard days. Since then what you felt for him and music was purely love.

You continued "Yoonieeeeeee never say or think i don't like your works, i love them, you know i survived because of it, i survived because of your music, bts's music, you and members, i..i..I'm so sorry yoons, what did i do to deserve you, trust me yoongs i didn't mean it that way, i was just being playful, but see I'm such a bad girlfriend yoon, i..i"

"y/nieeee..." yoongi cupped your face when he noticed how tears were rolling down your face and how it looked liked you are gonna break down any moment now. You looked down not knowing how to look into his eyes, afraid to look at him hurt and the worst reason behind that would be you, yoongi understanding it immediately, softy made you look up at him. Your eyes meet his eyes soft for your, showing how concerned he was, his love clearly visible, "yoons i know i suck, i suck at being funny atp, i should never said anything like that to you, not atleast when you're already so stressed about your new album, but trust me i was only trying to be playful, only if i could prove to you i would have done it, tell me how do you want me prove it, i swear i didn't mean to hurt you it pains me to watch you hurt and see what i.." "shushhhhhh bby don't cry hmnn.. I'm so sorry that i let out my stress overtake like this" he said while wiping off tears from your face, "I'm so so.." "shushhhhhhh no nahhhhh never uhmhmmn, it was my fault you don't have to be s..sorry yoonieee.. you know what I'm gonna prove it you" you said while suddenly getting up out of nowhere.

Yoongi getting visibly tensed on wdym you'll prove it to him and where the hell did you disappear? Before he could get up and check up on you, you came running up to him and making him sit back at his place as you sat across him in between his legs, he looked utterly confused and curiosity taking over him he looked at you holding your phone in your hand and giving it to him, "what bby? What shall i see or look, he chuckled a little, "i know its samsung, we bought it together silly" you chuckled slightly on how can he just randomly joke about his love for samsung during a situation like this, but then there he was, and that's exactly how he's, the most cutest, loving and understanding boyfriend that he has always been, he knows how to clear the tension in the air, "i told you right that if i could prove it to you i would have, so i thought why not i actually prove it yoons! Here you can check for yourself" you said handing him the phone "y/n you're joking right? How can your phone prove it bby! Also i know you didn't mean anything, it was my fault, i was stressed earlier that's why i couldn't give you enough of attention all this times, instead of that i choosed to ignore it and tried to act cool, only if i had shared with you, this wouldn't h..." before he could continue any further you immediately closed the distance between you and kissed him on his lips to shut him up and surely it worked, you giggled while kissing him and pulled out shortly.

"Yoonieee i told you to shushhhhhh didn't i? You aren't at fault okay! If you don't admit then we both are.. "but y/ni.." "sshushhhhhh MIN YOONGIIII! just look up here.. these are my Spotify stats you can see your stats for suga/agustd and how much i love your music, i listen to it all the time because my life depends on it, like it's air and if i don't take it i might not survive! And do you see this DAECHWITA, PEOPLE & AGUSTD my kings being top of all tracks? Hmmm you see right! Yoongsss you're my light in my darkness and i.." before you could say anything yoongi just pulled you into biggest and warmest hug ever, giving you tiny kisses all over your shoulder to neck and finally pulling you out and kissing you all over your face, where temporary marks of tears had formed and at last giving you a sweet peck on your lips.

You once again gave him a silly smile as you looked into his eyes staring with all the love you had within you for this man, the perfect one who completed you, no matter if you had silly fights or a misunderstanding like today, you always loved him truly with all your soul and heart and same goes for him, he loved you so deeply that you could never even imagine of. You had fell in love with him first but he surely felt harder in love with you.

"Yahhhhh hajimaaaa! Why are you looking at me like that! Aishhhhh!!! What's with that silly smile of yours uh-huhhh??"

Yoongi questioned to you as he suddenly felt all shy against you staring him like that, your boyfriend was indeed a softie at heart afterall, you smiled at him your cheeks being flushed too atp, with all the love and kisses yoongi showered you with just a min ago, nothing coming out of your mouth as you find yourself turn into puddle yourself, you shift closer to him closing the tiniest gap between you two, you finally replying him,

"YOU SHUTTING ME UP LIKE THAT IS SO SEXY!"

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Comme Les Fleurs - Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Bingo and Tears

Summary: Left with no other options, Kylian must rehab his newly injured leg at a stranger’s home for the next month and she isn’t at all what he expects. Meanwhile, Aurèle has to deal with easily-irritated and sullen Kylian as she opens her home to him. 

Word Count: 7.2k

Warnings: cursing, brief frustration

Note: Thank you so much for the feedback for this!! I enjoy reading every comment and reblog lmfao, you guys are funny and super sweet. Think this starts off as a slower chapter but will start picking up pace in the next chapter. I literally hate writing the beginning of stories, oh lord. Anyways, a happy guest feature!

Kylian’s breathing slowly starts to calm down after a couple moments of Aurie leaving him alone. She was setting up his shower, making sure that he had the right necessities before she instructed him how the first shower of his will go at her place, especially with his worsening calf. He didn’t shy away from making his presence known in the guest restroom; his toothbrush and face wash neatly placed on the sink and a small toiletry bag beside them.

Her phone buzzes and she grabs it from her pocket and grimaces at the person calling, “Hey, Martin.”

“I’m going to need that plan by tonight,” he says.

She blows a raspberry, rubbing her eyebrow with her finger, “About that. Looks like we’re going to have to scrap it.”

“What do you mean?”

“Kylian is going home today.”

“Going home?” Martin repeats curtly. She felt like she had just asked a stupid question in front of the class and was getting called out for it. “Are you kidding me? This guy—listen, I’ll talk to him, get me that plan by tonight.”

He hangs up before she can explain the situation, and despite the need to do so, time was dwindling down for her to make it on time to the retirement home.

She brings down the handheld showerhead and sets it beside the bench. Once she steps out, Kylian is already making his way towards the restroom.

“Did you get yourself a change of clothes?” She asks and his eyebrows furrow. He was still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and adjusting to the bright light of the restroom. He shakes his head while he yawns.

She sighs, squeezing her way out of the doorway to retrieve his bag. She hoped his duffel bag contained all that he needed because she didn’t want to bring his entire suitcase to the bathroom. She returns, dropping his duffel bag on the floor beside the shower.

“Okay, I’m running short on time so we’re going to need to hurry.” She grabs two dark green towels from the tiny closet and sets them near the shower. “Kylian, are you awake?”

He nods, holding in another yawn, “Yes.”

“Great because I need your eyes on me.”

“Like a school teacher,” he mutters.

“Yeah, shut up.” She holds her hand up at his wide eyes, “It’s going to be better for you if I wash your legs and you do the rest. I’m sure you’ve noticed by now that it hurts to put on your shoes and socks, so if you’re comfortable with it, I can wash your legs and then you finish up. But I will only do this if you’re 100% okay with it.”

Kylian stares at the shower, trying to understand the logistics of what Aurie was explaining. The shower was quite wide and flat, no step to hobble over and a bench where he could sit. There were guardrails surrounding every side.

He rubs his arm, staring back at Aurie’s impatient gaze, “I’m supposed to be naked?”

She palms her forehead, “Obviously not, those shorts you’re in are fine. I’ll only be washing below your knees and you’re able to do the rest. That second towel—” she points to the towel on top of the small cabinet, “—is for you to have over your thighs.”

He dips his head down, “Okay. I’m okay with that.”

“Sounds great,” she gives him a thin-lined smile and he rolls his eyes. She fetches a small black box from her pockets, settling it onto the stack of towels. “Press the button there and I’ll come by whenever you're ready. Just take a seat on the bench, towel over you, and we can get started. Try not to put any weight on your calf.”

He watches her walk out of the bathroom and immediately pulls his shirt over his head, relieved to finally have some kind of break from being pooled in his own sweat. He swings himself to the bench and takes a seat on the cold porcelain bench, soothing in the chill. He covers his thighs with the towel and plays with the black beeper she had given him, it’s smaller than his palm with only one button on it. He presses it and a red light lights the other end momentarily.

Aurie knocks on the other end of the door and then slowly opens it, Kylian rests his head against the wall, his uninjured left leg dangling down while the other stays somewhat up. She walks towards him, crouching down in front of him to grab his leg so he doesn’t have to hold it up himself.

“I’m going to go ahead and take off your sleeve,” she instructs. He simply gives her a nod.

She unstraps the bands and tugs it off, scooting it towards the other corner. The silence between them was engulfing Aurie’s ears, the water wasn’t on yet but she wanted it to be. Any kind of noise for that matter.

Her gaze flickers to Kylian’s bruising, following it along the side of his leg, and her eyes widen once they land on what she could see from his hamstrings.

“Is it that bad?” he probes. She looks up at him, unaware that he had been watching her the entire time. His eyes were so hooded and drawn down that they looked like they were closed.

“Erm,” she stutters, “it could be worse. How about you lift up your thigh for a second?”

He raises his leg, “Come on, don’t lie.”

“Does it look like you had a skiing accident instead? Yes.” Her humorous tone goes unnoticed by Kylian as he spews out curses in Spanish, still grossly upset with himself for the events of last night. A moment of weakness and wanting to somehow get back at Aurie even though she certainly wasn’t the reason he was in this position.

She grabs the showerhead, angling it down as she turns it on. After putting soap on the washcloth, she starts to scrub his uninjured leg. Her movements were soothing to him and his frustration slowly seeped out.

“Martin called me by the way,” Aurie says and Kylian’s eyes flutter open. “I didn’t get to tell him everything, but I said that you were leaving today.”

“I am?”

She looks at him, her hands coming to a stop on his shin, “You are.”

“Is this about last night?”

She nods, “I was serious about what I said. I’m done.”

Kylian’s throat suddenly hitches and he gulps.

She continues to scrub at his legs, now going at a faster pace. “You can call your driver after the shower, or whatever you need to do. I’ll be on my way to the nursing home anyway.”

“I wanted to go,” he whispers, his voice still stuck in his throat. Despite the chill of both the water and porcelain, he was starting to get hot. Dread settles into his fingers as he thinks about going back to Paris, so he grabs onto the towel and fists it.

She smiles, “Didn’t you say not to lie earlier?”

He sits up, slightly annoyed that she was finding this entertaining. He sighs, “I want to go, Aurie.”

She rinses off his soapy leg and moves onto the next one, careful to not apply too much pressure. “Kylian, I don’t want you to go if you’re just going to be a total pain in the ass. Contrary to you, I care a lot about these people. They love playing bingo every Saturday afternoon and will absolutely hate me if I have to cancel. I am not going to ruin it for them because I brought a bratty guest with me.”

Another sigh, “I won’t be a pain in the ass, I promise.”

Aurie lets out a brief exasperated laugh, “Your promises so far mean nothing, especially after last night. As soon as I’m done from here, I’m telling Martin that I’m done. That you’re going home and will continue your rehab with him and whomever.” She rinses off his leg and stands up.

“Wait,” he starts, his hand gently touching her wrist. “I’m sorry about what happened. I shouldn’t have brought Lucette over without your permission or messed with my leg. I’m sorry.”

His eyes are more remorseful than what she had anticipated so she knew his apology was genuine. She lets out a small exhale, “Okay, thank you for your apology. I do think, however, that we should move your rehab back to Paris.”

He shakes his head, “No. Let’s just do it here.”

“No, I’m not risking my integrity—”

“And you won’t,” he assures.

Aurie turns off the running water, now that they were both clearly strayed from continuing his shower. “You do realize because of what happened last night you’re back on day one of recovery, right?”

The tiny crease between his eyebrows gives his confusion away. His wet legs were starting to itch as they dried in the cold and he pats them down. Aurie notices and immediately helps him, grabbing the towel from his hands.

She purses her lips, “That massage put you back perhaps a week. You’re going to be in a lot more pain than you should be and the swelling will take a little longer to go down. It’s even more purple than before because you just angered all the blood that pooled around there. Your hamstrings. They don’t hurt right?”

He lifts his leg and presses his fingers into his skin, “No.”

She nods, “Even though they’re purple, they don’t hurt because it’s just blood that’s been traveling up your body from the massage. Look, Kylian, I want to help you, but I don’t think you realize that your leg is my responsibility at the moment. You get it hurt? That’s on me. I didn’t think I needed to tell you that you couldn’t do anything to your leg, including massages, for the first 48 hours because I thought you already knew. But you didn’t, and that’s on me. It’s not on you or Lucette for not knowing, it’s my responsibility. So when I tell Martin about what happened, he’ll probably yell at you, but also come at me harder for not keeping a better eye on you.”

She steps out of the shower, drying her hands with one of the towels. Kylian’s somber eyes are planted towards the tiles, thinking about what to respond. If he had to choose, he’d rather be in her hands than Martin’s. This would be new to experience, something different than the walls of the rehab room at Camp des Loges.

She dries the floor of any water droplets and turns back towards a defeated Kylian, “I should’ve told you to not mess with it.”

He runs his hand across his face, “No, I’ll tell Martin that it wasn’t your fault.”

She gives him a sympathetic smile, “That’s nice but it won’t mean much—”

“But it’s not your fault, Aurie,” he pleads, trying to get closer to her again.

“It isn’t, you’re right, but this is how it works. My instructions weren’t clear for you, and I was never explicit with them. I just assumed you knew which was my mistake.”

Kylian asserts, “I’ll make sure Martin knows. I’ll stress it to him even. Can you just give me another chance?”

“Give you another chance?” She raises her eyebrows. “You’ve wanted to leave the second you got here. How could you want to stay now?”

His hands sink down beside him, shrugging, “I…I like it here.”

She huffs, turning the water back on. The shower head squirms as water travels through it, moving around and spraying right onto Kylian’s abdomen.

“Aurie—” He turns away, his arms stretched out in front of him.

She can’t help the foolish laugh that escapes her mouth as she catches it, “Sorry!”

Water trickles down his face to his shoulders and arms. “Really?”

“I’m sorry,” she responds meekly. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”

He grits his teeth, wanting to continue his case to stay, but it was better to carry out the conversation when he wasn’t partially naked and dripping wet.

Aurie exits the bathroom and Kylian lets out a deep sigh that he had been holding since she first crouched in front of him. He hated how much comfort her presence brought him even if he hadn’t known her for long.

It was something about her voice, it encaptured him quickly. Her hands; the way her gentle fingertips just burned through his skin every time she touched his leg. She wasn’t treating him like an overly sick patient and wasn’t intimidated by his status. He liked that he saw glimpses of her wit and humor even whenever he upset her in the worst way possible. And her laugh, if he wasn't already sitting, he would’ve fallen down by now.

Aurie rushes getting dressed and then folds the blankets and mattress back into the couch, her phone buzzing with another text message from Martin, stating that he’d come by to pick up Kylian for a couple of hours later. The bingo session would be long over so she wasn’t worried about it.

As she finishes making a quick, sad meal of eggs and toast, she sets up her plate and hears the bathroom door opening, waiting to fish out another plate for Kylian.

He comes into her view, wearing a matching gray jumper and sweats, “I couldn’t carry my bag.”

“That’s okay, do you want any eggs or toast?”

“Sure.” He sits down at the table, careful that his crutches don’t knock over any of the pots, especially the one of her niece.

Aurie slides his plate towards him, taking a seat down in front of him.

“Were you being serious?” Kylian asks, having not taken a bite from his plate. He wanted to set it straight now, that he was serious about his recovery. “About being done with my recovery?”

She finishes chewing, “I don’t know…I don’t know what to do. I’ve never had a patient who willingly put themselves in this position because their girlfriend gave them a massage.”

“She isn’t my girlfriend.”

“Sorry, that was my irritation speaking,” she looks down. Kylian tilts his head down to get a better view of her face. “I just—look, if you want to redo this, okay. I’ll do it, but the moment you adamantly break my rules or just blatantly disrespect me, you’re out. Especially if it comes during this next week when you’re bedridden. You’re going to feel like shit and utterly bored that you’ll want to do something but you can’t.”

He continually nods his head at her words, digesting them this time and listening. He thought he would have to work so much harder for another try but here she was giving him another shot.

It wasn’t like she was opposed to keeping him here. She had already rearranged the bedroom in the other room to be his rehab room and would hate for all of that to be for nothing. Having to move the heavier equipment with the help of Raphael, her brother in law, that same day Martin called her. Meanwhile, Kylian’s attitude had shifted entirely from her first encounter with him. He seemed to slowly start trusting her more and as long as he was willing to work, she was open to giving him another chance.

“That includes not bringing someone over in the middle of the night, especially without my permission,” she warns. The way her voice drops into a more serious tone has Kylian fumbling, a nervous smile stringing onto his face. “I’m being serious, Kylian.”

He drops his head down into his arm, chuckling, “I know.”

It was cute.

She rolls her eyes in a joking manner, “Don’t be a shitty roommate, I’m serious!”

His shoulders only jerk harder as he laughs, “I won’t.”

“I don’t mind you bringing someone over but just give me a heads up—and they better not touch your damn leg. I don’t care if they have the recipe from God to fix your leg, don’t let them touch you.”

He sits back up, a bright smile featured on his lips. It was probably the first unstrained smile that he gave towards Aurie and she couldn’t contain her own smile. Her heart was warming at the sight in front of her.

She glances down at her plate, “By the way, Martin is coming to get you after we come back from bingo.”

Kylian's head drops back into his arms, “Ugh.”

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“You can’t be serious,” Kylian deadpans, laying his head against the seat. Aurie had brought out the wheelchair she had kept in the trunk of her car for months, placing it in front of the passenger door. “I can walk just fine with the crutches.”

“No, you’re still not to be trusted right now,” she pats the seat. “Let’s go, we have two minutes before everyone hates you.”

He bites onto his lips to hold in a smile, his dimple deepening as he hops down, settling into the wheelchair. His arms wrap around the wheels, but Aurie slaps them away.

“No, you’ve lost that privilege too.”

He clasps his hands in his lap, chuckling to himself. God, she was not going to let up, but he didn’t mind.

She pushes him inside, speeding through the entrance to make it to the room.

“There you are!” Estrella, a long-time resident, greets Aurie as she meets her in the hallway. Estrella looks at Kylian, “Ahh, I see you’ve brought someone new.”

Aurie titters, “This is Kylian.”

“Ay, que guapo!” Estrella beams, winking back at Aurie.

Aurie’s cheeks rise with heat as Kylian just gives Estrella a goofy smirk. She presses the button so the doors automatically open, waiting until Estrella wheels in first.

Kylian turns around to face Aurie, “Look at that, they don’t hate me.”

“Oh shut up.” Earning an eye roll, Kylian just stares up at her, his neck straining to make eye contact with her. She looks down briefly, “What?”

“Nothing,” he blinks rapidly, facing forward as she wheels him in. She parks him in front of the table with the wheel of colored calling number balls.

“I should probably warn you,” she bends down towards him. Her movement has Kylian inching towards her, rejoicing in the feel of her breath and presence next to him. “They’re very blunt and will tell you whatever they think. So don’t take it to heart.”

“I would never,” he smiles bashfully while staring at her. She pats his shoulders, grabbing a hold of the microphone and clipping it onto her shirt.

“Sorry for the brief delay,” she greets. “I had to bring a fellow guest, this is Kylian.”

The group of about fifteen residents stare at Kylian, craning their necks to get a view of him. Kylian waves at them back. Aurie notices Maria, one of the snarkier residents, beaming, “Did you finally get a boyfriend, Aurèle?”

Some of them nod along, Estrella backing up her best friend, “You did great!”

Aurie’s palms grow sweaty, especially because Kylian keeps on glancing towards her, waiting for her reaction.

“Uh—no guys. I’m just taking care of him at home.”

Estrella whistles, “At home? Que rico.”

Kylian laughs, enjoying the embarrassment she was succumbing to. He was sure they didn’t know he understood Spanish but Aurie and him both knew. His fingers tease with the handle of the wheel.

“How about we just start?” Aurie suggests, trying to regain control. She knew there were more comments bound to happen with both Maria and Estrella sitting near them.

“You know, Aurèle, most of us have been waiting quite some time for you to bring in a child,” Estrella teases. “Are we going to have to die in order for you to finally have one?”

Kylian raises his eyebrows in surprise, Aurie’s warning wasn’t enough for that kind of comment.

“Gosh, Estrella,” she facepalms, hoping the murmurs and laughs quiet down on their own while she gapes, refusing to make eye contact with a simpering Kylian.

Aurie then starts handing out the cards, Kylian watching her silently as she walks around each table, greeting each of them with a bright smile and a hug.

He doesn’t notice he’s lost watching Aurie until Claude, the gentleman beside Estrella comments, “I remember when I was young and in love.”

Kylian turns his attention towards him. He bites onto the inside of his cheek as his mind rings.

“I’m Claude,” he gives him a small wave from where he sat and Kylian waves back.

“Kylian.”

“I must say, your wheelchair is a little boring, you should get an electric one,” Claude advises, adjusting his hat. “Ah, but you’re only injured, aren’t you? I can see your legs bouncing underneath.”

Kylian chuckles, “I hurt my leg playing football.”

Claude cringes, “Oh, don’t tell me you played in the World Cup last winter, Aurie wouldn’t shut up about it.”

This makes Kylian search for Aurie again. She’s making her way towards them, he gives her a smile as she notices him talking to Claude.

“Is this one of your boys that you treated when you worked with that team?” Claude queries.

“They play on the same team.” Aurie hands Claude and the two ladies their card, walking back towards Kylian.

Kylian shoots her a grin, “Can I play too?”

“Of course,” she whispers, covering the microphone. She scoots in the chair next to him, their elbows bumping into each other. “Claude hates football.”

Kylian leans in closer to her, “I thought so.”

She snickers, wheeling the call numbers, setting out a few. Kylian liked this. The calmness of it. Being able to be in a room and being the center of attention for only a couple of seconds before all eyes went back to someone else. He didn’t have to worry about his appearance or something he had to say.

He also liked to see Aurie in her natural element, and not just the physiotherapist that was taking care of him. She had a job outside of this project. People who knew her well enough to know that she didn’t have a boyfriend, or that she once worked with Neymar. They were accepting towards her hugs, not shying away from them. When giving out the playcards, she took her time with each resident, listening to anything they had to say.

He couldn’t pin it, something about her lulled him towards her.

“You missed N43…and B12,” she points. Truth was, he had stopped paying attention to his card a few minutes ago, lost in his thoughts—of her.

“Thank you.”

She clutches onto her heart, “Did you just thank me? Wow, I think I need to make note of this.”

He laughs, shaking his head. Before he can respond, she goes back to calling out the balls. He gets four in a row with the next number, earning a giddy golf clap from Aurie, but he doesn’t want to steal the spotlight from the residents by announcing it so he doesn’t.

He sits back in his chair, scanning the residents engaged in the game while Aurie places the calling balls into their right marker. A wistful smile etches on his face as he watches her and them in silence.

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Kylian had left to go with Martin some time ago, while Aurie went grocery shopping, stocking up on food. She was currently cooking cheese ravioli, hoping that Kylian liked it, but she didn’t really care because she had already spent the last hour mixing and kneading the pasta. He could simply fend for himself if he didn’t like it.

The black beeper that she left on the kitchen counter starts buzzing. Kylian must have taken his before he left in order for it to beep. He had triggered the SOS call by holding down the button for too long. She rolls her eyes, setting it on a towel so that the buzzing stops. If only he knew Morse code, he would be able to communicate through it.

There’s a rip of sudden knocks on the door and Aurie halts. Kylian couldn’t have made it back that quickly, plus, she gave him a key to the house before he left in case she wasn’t home.

She tiptoes to the front door, skipping the areas where the wood creaks. She can make out a brown-haired man standing, much taller than Martin or Kylian, but her window is too blurred to decipher who it is. She sighs, grabbing onto the nearby bat, as she opens the door.

“Hi?” She wills everything in her to stay calm at the Spaniard. Someone who Estrella and Maria would have absolutely killed Aurie—without hesitation—to be in the same room with. She drops the bat beside the door.

He gives her a confused smile, looking down at his phone, “Hmm, you are not who I imagined ‘Aurie’ to be. I’m here for Kyks.”

Aurie was going to murder him. Another guest without notice. At least it was day time. And Sergio freaking Ramos.

She plasters on a smile, “He’s with Martin right now, but he should be back in give or take twenty minutes.”

Sergio slides his phone into his pocket. “Ahh, okay.”

“Would you like to come in?”

“Do you mind?”

“No, not at all,” she opens the door wider for him and lets him in.

A part of Aurie was screaming internally. She adored Sergio Ramos and thought he was an incomparable captain in her eyes. She loved watching and hearing him direct his team on the pitch during her brief stint of interning for the Spanish national team. After six years of being in the field, she’s been able to compose herself in front of big stars.

“This is a nice place,” Sergio compliments, following the trail of vines. “I’m sure Kylian hates it.”

“Why do you say that?”

Sergio flashes her a smile, looking back at her, “He hates plants.”

“Really?”

He chuckles, walking towards the dead plant in the pink-hearted pot, “Is this his?”

“No,” she laughs. “It’s my niece’s.”

Sergio takes a seat in front of it, “He’s been killing the plants in the lounge room for months. He constantly overwaters them and pours Gatorade in them, but they just end up replacing them.” Sergio snickers, looking back at a shocked Aurie.

“I would’ve never known that. He was encouraging me to revive that.”

Sergio’s laughter halts momentarily and then he frowns, “Ahh, no. He’s going to kill it. I won’t be surprised if all of these others end up dying in his presence.”

Aurie crosses her arms, “I’ll be damned.”

Sergio raises his eyebrows at her abrupt comment, “Oh—okay. I see why you got paired with him now. Here I was hearing that you were a total pain in the ass.”

She rolls her eyes, facing towards the pot to finish cooking the ravioli, “Please, that man is hilarious.”

“He has his moments, but for the most part he’s nice.”

Aurie scrunches up her face, one that Sergio can’t see, “Do you like cheese ravioli?”

“Of course,” Sergio smirks. “I’m not sure why he was complaining so much when here you are cooking for him.”

“He’s a diva.”

Sergio’s belly laugh is contagious to have her turning around to laugh with him. He quips, “I’m sure he’s just been acting out to get under your skin.”

“Well, you’re welcome to stay for dinner if you and Kylian don’t have other plans.”

The red flashing light coming from her beeper goes off again, another signal from Kylian. This was probably him saying that he was about to be here soon.

Soon, she hears the sound of the front door unlocking and Sergio stands up to go greet Kylian. Aurie doesn’t expect Martin to show up as the three of them come back towards the kitchen. Kylian and Sergio start conversing while Martin walks towards her.

She chokes on her spit, “Hey.”

Martin purses his lips, “No exercise for the next three days for him. I’ll help you with his plan since his circumstances are quite unique, but I do want what you draft up by Monday night.”

Aurie nods, “Okay, did you see his hamstrings?”

“I did. I gave him more explicit instructions.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

Martin holds his hand up, “Don’t be. He’s stubborn, Aurèle. He hasn’t ever had a serious muscle injury like this so he doesn’t think much of it. But he knows now. I’ve read him every single possible precaution there is.”

She nods, glancing towards Kylian who adjusts himself on his crutches as Sergio pats his head. Kylian looks towards Aurie, sending her a small smile before wincing as Sergio then pinches his cheek.

“I should’ve at least let him know—”

“Aurèle, drop it,” Martin says. Aurie looks away, chewing on the inside of her lip. “It wasn’t your fault. Kylian made sure of it and I know how he is. Under these circumstances, you’re handling it well.”

“Okay.”

Letting Martin down was like breaking a pinky-promise with a child. It felt gut-wrenching to her, knowing the disappointment was apparent in Martin’s eyes, but directed towards Kylian, not her. She couldn’t tell the difference apart either way.

Martin squeezes her shoulder, “Hang in there.” He removes his head and heads towards Sergio and Kylian. Sergio claps his hand, pulling him into a hug. Aurie goes back to cooking the ravioli one by one while Martin leaves.

Kylian swings towards her, sighing as Sergio nears the both of them at the stove. She stares at both of them looking at her quizzically. “What is it?”

Kylian breaks first, “I forgot to mention Sergio was in town, I was trying to warn you.” He points towards her beeper on the counter, while his own is attached to his hoodie’s pocket.

“It’s okay,” she chimes. “That was a surprise, but I heard worse news from him.”

Kylian looks towards Sergio who’s grinning widely, a worried expression sweeping across Kylian’s face, “What did he say? It was a lie.”

“He said that you hate plants,” Aurie crosses her arms, her hip leaning against the stove, trying her hardest to muster up a displeased face.

Kylian splutters, “No.”

Sergio laughs, swiping at Kylian’s neck, “Don’t lie to her.”

“I don’t not like plants.”

She takes the oven mitts and swipes it at his torso, him chuckling at the two of them. “If you kill any of my plants, Kylian, I swear.”

“I’m not!”

“That calf won’t be the only thing in pain the day I find out.”

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Once Sergio left after dinner, Aurie helped Kylian recompress the sleeve of his calf, it becoming loose throughout the day. Aurie had kept trying to let the guys catch up on their own, but Kylian would often include her in the conversation, telling her stories about his visit to Sergio’s house with the horses. She didn’t mind it, and liked hearing the way Kylian’s voice would raise with excitement.

Kylian was going to need another dose of medicine in about an hour, and Aurie was fighting through yawns as she planned out a treatment plan for Kylian, papers scattered on the dining table. Kylian sat across from her, his eyes glued to his phone but not wanting to be away from her presence.

He looks up, noticing her yawn, “Go to sleep, Aurie.”

“You’ll wake up in a cold sweat without your medicine.”

He watches her scribble something with her pen and then marks it out. She writes again but crosses it out shortly afterward. He can see the weariness and fatigue in her eyes and he puts his phone down. The past two days dealing with him had been exhausting and long for her, and he wanted her attention to be elsewhere since she clearly couldn’t focus on making up this plan.

“I told Martin about Lucette,” he blurts.

“Good,” she comments, her eyes still casted down. “I didn’t get the time to mention it.”

“She won’t be coming around anymore.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sorry about that, really.”

She clicks her pen, setting it on the table and looking up at him. His heart shrieks at the look in her eye, so whimsical but drained. “It’s okay, I’ve already forgiven you. You’re fine, but do keep in mind this is my safe place. It’s secluded and unattractive to the press for a reason. I do in fact live here alone, and yeah, it can seem scary at times, but usually I have my dog with me. Not at the moment because you’re here.”

“You have a dog?”

She nods, “And a cat, but they’re at my sister’s house. Speaking of Camille, I’m babysitting my niece, Simone, tomorrow. It was a last-minute plan so I apologize for the late notice, but you can be in the rehab room if it gets too much for you.” She notices his nose scrunch up at the mention of her cat but ignores it. Not everyone is a cat person so it’s understandable.

“That’s okay, kids are cool.”

She points to the plant, “I think I’ll end up swapping that plant out with one of mine that looks similar.”

He chuckles, “That’s a good idea, and I understand. I’ll be more careful with inviting guests. I just felt annoyed yesterday and didn’t want to bother my parents, and most of my friends are on vacation so I called her. We’re…um, complicated.”

She cringes, not caring nor wanting to hear about Kylian’s love life. She hated utterances of relationships, always the focus of the conversation when they shouldn’t be. But if this was the one conversation that was going to keep her awake, so be it.

“You can always bring your family or friends that you trust here.”

His knee won’t stop bouncing so he pinches his skin to deter his mind, “Okay.”

Aurie stacks the papers into a neat pile, tucking them into the corner of the table, “Do you want to talk about Lucette? That seemed like an abrupt way to end.”

He grunts, wiping his palms on his pants, “She’s an old friend.”

“Friend?”

He blushes, “We were together for maybe six months and then she cheated on me.”

“Ouch,” she tries to hold in a smile but fails.

Kylian’s shoulders slouch but he smiles anyway, “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

He snorts at her smile, “Anyway, I just kind of felt bad, she was losing a lot of her close friends at the time that I felt like I was the only one remaining. Even after she cheated, I ended the relationship but stayed in contact with her.”

She hides her yawn from him. God, she never imagined she’d be listening to his relationship problems and they not be all that worthwhile. She expected more drama, more glamor and fame, but this was…unsurprising. She despised cheaters, including people who cheated during board games. Kylian getting cheated on within six months of a relationship? She wanted to laugh.

“So you feel bad for her?”

He blinks, “Kind of.”

“That’s not a valid reason to stray her along. You’re just wasting both of your time. There has to be an obvious reason that none of her friends are friends with her anymore.”

Kylian thinks to himself silently. It was unhealthy, too much back and forth of if they were on good terms or not. He had lost too much sleep over the last months for nothing. He needed to put an end to it. He turns on his phone, searching for Lucette’s number and blocks her without a second thought. He then blocks her social media accounts.

Everything that Aurie was saying he was taking seriously. She could tell him that tomorrow it was going to snow in the middle of the summer and he wouldn’t think twice about it, just excited to be snowed in.

“I thought you weren’t a therapist.”

“You’re right, I’m not,” she snickers, “How was your thing with Martin?”

He groans, “You know, you’re a lot nicer than him.”

“I wouldn’t say that.”

“Your hands are softer,” he admits and then freezes. He hopes that she doesn’t take it as an inappropriate comment but it’s too late. He watches the way her eyes ever so slightly widen in surprise. “I mean, you’re more gentle. He’s abrupt and doesn’t tell me when he’s doing something. Just does it. I had to sit in an ice bath for fifteen minutes as my punishment.”

She grins, “Oof.”

“It was more yelling by him than anything else.”

“That hasn’t been any different than me, you sure have made me more upset than usual.”

“He just scared me though, instilling more fear about my injury than I should've known.”

“It is a serious injury, Kylian,” her tone shifts from light to solemn.

“I know, but there has to be better ways to say it.”

“Would you have listened any other way? That if you don’t manage this right, it could take you a while to recover the fast acceleration you have.”

He deflates in his seat, mumbling, “I’m taking it seriously.”

“Now you are,” she points out. “You fucked it up more than it should be the very next—not even two days. The first two days are the most critical. You threw us both in a loop that even now I don’t really know what to do because this hardly happens. We were trying to get you out of here before physicals started and be ready before the transfer window starts their intensive screenings.”

Kylian grinds his teeth, suddenly being reminded of the looming summer transfer window. He hated talking about it. Hated talking about the possibility of leaving his team or staying here. He didn’t have much of an option to leave, knowing that his departure would only work if both parties agreed. He knew his injury wouldn’t hinder his options, but hearing the plans of just how much trouble Aurie and Martin were going through for him, it weighed on his shoulders.

Before Lucette had come over last night, he let his curiosity get the best of him, shuffling towards the makeshift rehab room and looking at it. It was almost a replica of the one of PSG’s except more cramped and lower leg based. There was a treatment table where he was going to be laying on at some point. He could imagine Aurie standing next to him, him laying on his stomach, while she ran his hands on him. Medicine balls, an agility ladder, and even a treadmill were laid out in one of the corners. Those were the only things he could see. The covered cubbies beside the treadmill showed peaks of some more equipment, but he didn’t want to open them, too worried that he would make too much noise and wake up Aurie.

He ran his fingers over the spines of the books on the shelves in the front room, pulling out mostly hardcovers. He scoffed at some of them, their titles too blunt, like: How to Deal with a Difficult Patient.

But he liked the chaos of the books. It seemed that she had collected too many books over the years that they didn’t fit on her shelves. Some were tightly squeezed on top of others, but it still remained neat.

He sits up, his foot kicking against his crutch and it slides across the table, hitting into her niece’s pot. His abrupt kick was enough to knock it over and the circular rim makes it roll towards the edge of the table. He’s too far to try to catch it, only shoving it farther as he reaches out for it. It cracks into three pieces as it makes impact, the soil spilling out onto the wooden floor.

“Merde,” he curses. He doesn’t look up at her, still looking down at the pink pot. Heat creeps up his neck once he remembers her niece was coming tomorrow, possibly in the morning. It was nearing midnight and Aurie wasn’t going to have time to fix the pot. “I’m sorry, Aurie.”

She gets up quietly, watching the way his eyes quietly take in the scene. She didn’t want to patronize him, knowing that it was an accident.

“Do you have glue? It didn’t shatter,” Kylian spins around to face Aurie walking towards him. She picks up the larger pieces and sets them on the table, a broom in her other hand. “It can be fixed.”

“It’s okay,” she says quietly. He takes the pieces, fixing them back into place. “I can just make her a new one.”

“She’s going to notice the hearts.”

Aurie can hear the panic in Kylian’s voice and she moves his crutches to lean against the wall, the broom next to them. She made sure they were balanced before she turned her attention back onto him. He was about to spiral and she knew it, having seen this happen before with different patients. The loss of control, the adjustment to their daily activities, it was too much for someone who was so active to suddenly stop and be put under much pressure. Even with the injury, Kylian had so many other worries that loomed his mind.

He spits out more lines in French, his hands trying to hold together the falling pot. He’s too concentrated to notice her inching towards him, and he’s starting to sweat from the stress.

“Kylian.”

“How could you not have glue in here?” He fusses as one of the pieces falls down, it’s so fragile that it cracks and he sighs. “Oh fuck off!” He lets go, letting the pieces crash down onto the table.

“I can fix it tomorrow, alright? Let me handle it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know, and it’s okay, it was an accident. It’s just a pot.”

“It’s not just the pot. I’m sorry for coming in here and wreaking havoc,” he laments. “I would have never wanted you to uproot your entire routine and get rid of your pets to help me.”

She pressed her hand on his shoulder apprehensively, “That’s okay, it was getting boring here anyway.” He leans towards her touch, his body heat soaking through his jacket.

His head sinks down towards his lap and she notices the sudden tremble in his shoulders. Her arm loops across his neck, pulling his head closer to her chest and cradling him. His arm wraps around her back tightly as he murmurs more words but she can’t make them out.

He’s overwhelmed with the sudden pain in his calf again; the shattered pot that’s in front of him; and the decision that keeps both him and his father awake at night, especially after the lackluster season. Aurie’s arms wrapped around him bring him the kind of comfort that he’s longed for, only making his tears stream harder as he melts in her embrace. Any other time, he would’ve felt embarrassed to be crying in front of someone, but right now he doesn't feel judged at all. Just grateful to have her in his corner even after they didn’t start on the best of terms.

She uses her sleeves to wipe away the tears that strayed down the side of his cheek while he grips onto her arm, not wanting to let go. If he could stay like this forever, he wouldn’t hesitate to offer a price for it.

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Note: Me and always making Kylian cry at least once in a series. 🤝 Anyway, I heard there was a kiss next chapter??? But any thoughts, comments keep me going <3

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Super Soldier Rescue

Warnings:- Very Mild Kidnapping, Use of Pet Names.18+ only. Do not read if any of these warnings are upsetting. Feedback is welcomed.

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Author's Note 1:- Was inspired to write this for our beloved @navybrat817 from the following post.  It’s totally criminal that no one has rescued you Navy so I hope you enjoy this little treat.  Thank you so much for all you do and simply being you.

Author’s Note 2:- Thanks goes to @firefly-graphics​ for creating the included Fall divider. Please go check out Daisy’s work and pass on some love.

Synopsis:- What happens when two super soldiers decide to try their hand at rescuing a damsel?

Pairing:- soft-ish!Steve Rogers x Named Female Reader (kinda) x soft-ish!Bucky Barnes

Word Count:- 5,485

Monday morning arrived sooner than you wanted and as you turned over in bed and gazed at the alarm clock, you couldn't hold back the groan that tore its way out of your exhausted body.  Another week lay ahead and no matter how much you enjoyed the work and your co-workers, a serious break was long overdue.

Work, bills, family obligations, rinse and repeat and you were finally ready to put your feet up and let the world melt away while the man of your dreams pampered you to the ends of the earth.  But that was wishful thinking.

Finally resigning yourself to the reality and responsibility that ruled your life, you grudgingly dragged yourself out of bed and headed off to the bathroom to start your morning routine.  Showering quickly, you then dressed just as hastily and headed down the hall to wake your precious bundles that made everything worth it and start them off on their morning adventure.

Opening their bedroom doors and heading off their protests with a gentle reminder that Halloween was almost upon them.  The resulting prospect of a break from school, accompanied by fun and scary activities around the neighborhood was enough to secure their co-operation and thankfully thirty minutes later, life was back to what passed for normal as your busy little family settled into the car and left the house for another day.

Arriving at school some time later, you hugged and kissed your little angels, reminded them to listen to their teachers and watched them safely through the gates before climbing back inside your car.  Sighing deeply at the niggling doubt that maybe you weren't doing a good enough job of being there for them as you spied some of what was called the trophy moms chatting and wasting time, you swiftly admonished yourself for listening to that demon in the back of your mind.

Sure like most working parents you were constantly tired and overstretched, but you could find solace in the fact that your kids were the one thing you truly excelled at.  Adored beyond measure, they never wanted for food, love or your attention and anyone that met them always commented what confident, shining examples your little boy and girl appeared to be.  Bolstered once again as their smiling faces and waving arms filled your vision, you focused your attention back on the car park and turning the key in the ignition, headed off to the office to see what disasters awaited you there.

Arriving at the office with fifteen minutes to spare, you grabbed a quick coffee before heading to your desk and turning on your computer.  Sipping your beverage and allowing its warmth to ease your worries as the computer powered up and the office banter readied you for the day ahead, no sooner had the screen come to life when a whole other situation made itself known to you and everyone present.

Placing down your coffee mug and pulling up the first set of files necessary for the day ahead, you suddenly became distracted by a rising commotion building throughout the office.  Sighing to yourself at this current issue that you would have to try and resolve before your boss was alerted, standing up to see what was happening had you quickly sitting back down as two familiar heads appeared in your line of sight.

Shrinking behind your cubicle and monitor while your office co-workers took in the scene unfolding before them, you tried to focus your thoughts on how best to deal with this newly evolving crisis.  For what else could this be?  No way two super soldiers, two Avengers at that, showing up here could be anything but simple.

Thinking back on the one time you had any kind of interaction with these two heroes, you lifted your head slightly to see them now approaching from three desks away as your co-worker Franny eyed you suspiciously.  Shaking your head and placing your fingers against your lips, you ducked your head down once more and reached for your phone though you were still unsure what course of action to take.

What does one do after all when two Avengers randomly show up at one's office?  Who does one call?

Then again, who was to say they were even looking for you?

Grasping onto this meager thread and running with it, you suddenly saw the path ahead quite clearly and marshaling all the skills your years in this company had furnished you with, you rose to your feet and instantly regretted your decision.

They were most definitely here for you.

Stopping momentarily to lock eyes with you, the spark of recognition blew away any doubts as they exchanged a look with each other before moving forward once more.  Different now from the previous time you had seen them, Steve looking handsomely shabby, sported a marvelous beard with longer locks that screamed to be pulled while Bucky, god Bucky simply looked bigger and thicker than ever.

Was it any wonder then that everyone was staring?

Smirking back at you as they finally reached your cubicle, you swallowed sharply as the resolve you had just mustered evaporated faster than a leaf on the wind.  Glancing behind you once more to make sure their presence had still not alerted your boss, you ignored the stares and whispers permeating every corner of the office to focus again on the casually dressed, strapping pair before you.

"Mister Rogers.  Mister Barnes.  Is there something I can do for you?" you asked in the most professional tone you could summon under the circumstances.

"Mister Rogers?  Look who's getting formal on us all of a sudden punk," Bucky laughed and you could see the same amusement mirrored on his buddy's face.

"I know jerk.  That's not exactly what she was screaming two months back when we had our way with her beneath the sheets," Steve smirked as he saw the flicker of remembrance dance across your features.

Horrified now that these two seemed quite content to air out a once in a lifetime meeting with two Avengers while out with some old friends, you quickly regained your composure long enough to shut them up before they revealed much more to your co-workers than you were comfortable with.

"Steve.  Bucky.  Forgive me.  How did you find me and what exactly are you doing here?" you questioned, though with a bit more decorum this time round.

"Find you?  Navy, sweetheart.  Tony can find anyone.  Anywhere," Steve replied with complete conviction as Bucky now rested his arms on top of your cubicle while the Nomad you noticed, had subtly moved to block any escape you might be tempted to make.  "As for what we're doing here?  Well we've come to rescue you from this dreary and boring existence."

"Excuse me, what do you mean rescue me?" you asked as you heard your tone rising once more but this time couldn't find it in yourself to control it.  "You can't come bursting into this building, upsetting everyone in the process and just take me away," you continued as each super soldier looked at you with utter amusement while waiting for your rant to be over.  "I have kids.  I have responsibilities.  We can't all live in a fairytale," you argued, angry now that they appeared to belittle your career and your life while all eyes in the office had zeroed in on your conversation.

"Ugh, there she goes with those responsibilities again Steve.  Tell me you've heard enough," Bucky muttered and you should have known then that this was not going to end well.

Preparing to reason with them one final time, all thought left your mind however as Steve lunged forward, lifted you onto his shoulder and walked the few feet to your boss' door as Bucky collected your essential items from your desk.  Knocking loudly and entering without invitation while securing you firmly as Bucky followed up the rear, all you could do was whimper as your would-be kidnapper addressed what you could only assume was your completely flustered head of department.

"Sorry to interrupt, I'll keep this brief," Steve began as Bucky shook his head and shushed you so his partner-in-crime could continue with his speech.  "We are just stopping by to inform you that as of now, Navy no longer works here.  She is overworked, under appreciated and frankly we will not let it stand any longer.  Despite how this looks, she is in total agreement so consider this the termination of her employment," and with that Steve and Bucky then turned around and walking out of the office with you still flung over the super soldier's shoulder gave no further thought to the disarray left in their wake.  You however had a lot more pressing matters.

Exiting the elevator to find the security staff tied up but otherwise unharmed answered the question of why no one stopped them from taking you, but gave no comfort to the one regarding your fate.  Reaching their vehicle and securing you in the back seat, a slew of shouting and swear words finally held their attention as both of them settled into the driver's and passenger's seats.

"Jesus doll, lower the volume will you?” Bucky ordered as Steve started the vehicle and headed off out of the city.  “Talk slowly and clearly and we will answer all your questions, okay." 

"What did you mean back there when you said I wasn't going back to work?  Where are you taking me?    What exactly are you planning?" you pleaded as you tried to get your emotions under control.

"Navy, breathe," Steve advised as his eyes met yours in the rearview mirror.

Taking his advice as Bucky now turned around partially to face you, it shocked you slightly how safe you still felt with them despite the circumstances you found yourself in.  Satisfied then as you appeared to get yourself under control, Steve and Bucky seemed to engage in a silent conversation before the former pulled off the road into the parking lot of a cozy diner and killed the engine.

Promising to explain everything if you just agreed to listen, all sense of reality left you and your world tilted on its axis as the super soldiers informed you over lunch that you and the kids were going to come live with them in a country cabin where you would never again want for anything.  Adding that since they had now retired from the Avengers, family life was the only thing they craved and you had won their hearts with your kind spirit and loving nature.

Eating in silence as their words floated around and through you, two eventually quiet super soldiers told you that it was now your turn to process what they had just told you and formulate your response.

"Bucky.  Steve," you smiled as you placed down your knife and fork while helping yourself to a sip of water before continuing, "you do know this is not the way to go about things?  I mean sure we had a nice night.  Okay ... an unbelievable night," you admitted as each guy raised an eyebrow at you and the memory of endless orgasms flooded your vision.  "But as I've said, I have kids, bills, responsibilities.  Who's going to take care of all of that?  And what about my kids?  What will this do to them?  How will I even explain it?" you asked as the panic started rising within you once again.

Reaching across the table to take a hand in each of theirs, their warm fingers and soothing words soon brought your anxiety back to a more manageable level and as Bucky now moved to sit beside you, it appeared Steve was going to be the one to try and put your fears to rest.

"Navy.  After school today, you and I are going to pick up the kids and drop them off at Tony and Pepper's.  A week off before Halloween won't do them any harm," he informed you, raising his hand before you could protest, "and Morgan is so looking forward to getting to meet them.  While they enjoy some spooky childish time in the ghostly land that Tony has created, you, Bucky and I will head to the cabin, get .... intimately reacquainted," he smirked as Bucky now ran his lips along your neck, "and once you are happily situated, the kids will of course join us there."

Sensing a stiffness now in your body at Steve's words, Bucky this time placed his arm around you before finding the words he hoped would reassure you.

"Navy doll, it's a week away from them.  Have you never had that?" he asked gently as they both watched you shake your head.  Realizing now that this all might be a bit overwhelming for you, Bucky fidgeted with his pants pocket and removing his phone, pulled up a map of their cabin and placing it before you quickly explained that Tony and Pepper only lived five minutes away so obviously if the kids needed you or you needed them, it really would be no trouble to get you to them.

Feeling a bit better now that the guys also promised you could visit with the kids when you weren't totally blissed out, even you had to finally laugh at that presumption.  Reluctantly agreeing to at least check out the new digs and see what Tony had created before letting your kids anywhere near it, you all finished your lunch in relative companionship before heading back out to their vehicle and getting back on the road.

Settling again into the back seat with Steve this time by your side as Bucky sat behind the wheel, his friend's talented lips and fingers soon had your body moaning out your acceptance while your mind still tried to remind you that things were far from resolved.  Eventually gazing out the window when Steve's wandering ended, a sudden and frightening realization hit you.

You knew this area.

Stopping at a gate while Bucky pushed a button on the dash, you vaguely heard Steve explain that Tony's was the next property along and that it could also be accessed on foot from their place by a wooded path.  But truly you weren't really listening.  You had passed this place many times without knowing who lived here and wondered now just how long their plan had been in motion.

Reaching the end of the driveway and catching your first glimpse of what they hoped would be your new home, another thought struck you ... this really wouldn't upset your kids' lives too much.  Oh sure it would mean them moving, but what had previously put them on the west side of their school, they would now be situated on the east side with more space than any of you knew what to do with.

Pulling you from your thoughts as Steve took your hand, stepping out of the vehicle gave you an even greater appreciation of the wonder before you.  Nestled in a beautiful wooded area that suddenly boasted all the glorious colors of Fall, the cabin looked like it could have been plucked right out of your dreams.  Walking you up the front steps as Bucky rattled off the list of rooms, amenities and something about a miniature adventure park for your little ones, your feet still stuck as the front doors opened and the splendor before you made itself known.

Standing now in the fabulously open plan ground floor, the stairs leading upwards took your breath away, but not your nerve.  Turning quickly on your heel, you caught your super soldier by surprise and made it all the way back outside before strong bodies on either side of you stopped your escape.

"Navy sweetheart, where are you going?" Steve asked.

"We're kinda in the middle of the woods in case you hadn't noticed," Bucky added as they both picked you up and carried you back inside.  Placing you then on the nearest couch as the front doors closed behind you, they gave you a few moments to compose yourself before an explanation was requested.  Informing them that all of this was too much and too overwhelming, a glance at his watch told Bucky there was plenty of time to ease you in before the little ones needed to be picked up.

Exchanging yet another silent signal with Steve, Bucky moved you slightly on the couch while his buddy headed off somewhere else to do who knew what within the depths of this seemingly sprawling mansion.  Sitting behind you now as his hands traveled up and down your arms, you knew what he had in mind the second his palms came to rest along your shoulders.

"You remember that night, don't you?" Bucky's lips now whispered by your ear as his nimble fingers began to add some subtle pressure to the aches along your neck and shoulders.  "How good we made you feel.  Imagine that now on repeat for the rest of your life," he continued and the moan you released as his fingers worked out a particularly troublesome knot were music to his ears.  Music that Steve eventually interrupted.

"Okay Buck, we're all set," and with that the former assassin took your hand and leading your somewhat pliant body upstairs to the master bathroom, both super soldiers watched in complete satisfaction as the scene before you stunned you into silence.

Facing you in the room just in front of the landing was the biggest sunken bath you had ever seen and right now that same bath, filled with bubbles and heavenly smells was calling out to you to let go.  Adding to that the candles that Steve had apparently lit in various little nooks, as well as the natural light flooding in through the floor to ceiling window and your eyes were so mesmerized by the oasis before you that it wasn't until Bucky's lips connected with your collar bone that you finally registered your lack of clothing.

Watching now through hooded eyes as Bucky led you to the bath's edge while Steve adjusted the temperature, the blond super soldier coming to stand beside you was enough to pull you out of your trance long enough to register the words leaving his lips.

"Buck and I will leave you now to freshen up and relax sweetheart.  Take all the time you want.  Lunch will be waiting when you're done, then we'll take you to Tony's before we collect the kids."  With that both super soldiers then kissed you quick before leaving you to your thoughts and a hopefully relaxing experience.

Washed, moisturizer and more relaxed than this situation should have allowed, forty-five minutes later found you leaving the bathroom admitting that they certainly knew how to spoil you.  Having unwound so spectacularly that you hadn't even heard one of the guys drop off a bunch of clean urban wear, you dressed quickly in the warm yet practical attire and headed downstairs to find, as promised, the guys busy in the kitchen preparing lunch.

Tucking into the glorious salad as the guys explained that your kids could help decorate their rooms once all of you moved in, half an hour later and all three of you were walking along the path that led to the Stark's property.  Being greeted there by Pepper who sent Morgan off to fetch her dad, you were thankful at least that Steve and Bucky knew some small level of restraint.

Stark's place was huge.

Oh of course the house itself looked reasonably sized and rustic just like your guys’ place, but the grounds were another story.  Following Pepper as her daughter and husband caught up along the way, one look at the set-up on the property and you knew you'd be lucky if your kids wanted to spend time with you ever again.

Littered with pumpkins, skeletons, headstones and all manner of mechanical ghost, ghoul and goblin, even you had to admit you were jealous of the young ones when Morgan showed you the miniature castle that actually had tent beds to house up to six kids on a marvelous sleepover.  Oh to be a child again.

Coming to stand behind you as Morgan rattled off some of the other activities to do around the place, while Steve and Tony chatted amongst themselves, Bucky placed his hands around your waist as he tried to gauge your reaction to the spectacle before you.

"You think they'll like it, doll?"

"Like it," you laughed while absentmindedly placing your hands over his, "they're gonna love hanging out here."

"Good," he answered, kissing your cheek before looking back at Steve and nodding in approval, "hopefully they like everything we built for them too.  Why don't you and Stevie go pick them up and we can settle them in before it gets dark."

"Sure," you answered, a bit apprehensive as all three of you bid farewell to the Starks, promised to come back later in the evening and headed back towards the super soldiers' property.  Then saying goodbye to Bucky as he opened the door and helped you into the vehicle, the drive with Steve back into the city seemed to drag on until he finally broke the silence.

"You know, as their mother we will of course defer to you on how you wish to explain all this," Steve said, taking your hand and caressing it lightly as his eyes remained glued on the road, "but in time I promise you, Bucky, the kids and I will be the perfect blended unit.  This may even just be a starting point to expand," he continued and at this you just had to laugh.  "Did I say something funny?"

"No.  It's just that this whole thing reminds me of Three Men And A Little Lady," you snickered as the blond looked at you now in complete bewilderment.

"Three Men And A Little Lady?  Is that like a show or something?"

"No.  It's this movie where these three guys .... You know what, never mind.  I'm pretty sure I have a dvd of it we can watch sometime," you finally relented with a smile as Steve simply shrugged before informing you that he would remain in the vehicle at a discreet distance while you went to collect the kids.

Thanking him for his thoughtfulness as he found a parking spot and killed the engine, you figured the walk into the school would afford you the perfect opportunity to devise the story you would tell the teachers and your kids.  Of course, simply explaining that you were moving house should get the kids off school for the remainder of the week, but some little voice in the back of your head told you that a lush beard and flowing locks were not going to fool your kids once they arrived at their new digs and discovered just who was going to be sharing their lives.

Walking them out of the school building and sitting them down on one of the yard benches, a thorough explanation of you having found a forever home with two guys you had known for some time was met with a barrage of questions ranging from if they would still have the same friends and have to move school to the more mundane ones like whether they would still have their own rooms or if they would have to share like a few of their friends did.

Answering all of these questions successfully and watching as their excited faces seemed to indicate that no trauma would be resulting from this unexpected development, arriving back at the car to have your kids come to a screeching halt told you that your initial concerns had been correct ... Steve it seemed needed a better disguise.

Standing a few feet in front of you between a pacing Steve and you, Ravyn took one long look at the super soldier before running behind your back, catching her brother Brant's hand and leading him forward towards the waiting blond.  Watching and waiting now as he bent down to reach their level, their words traveling through the quiet of the parking area put your mind at rest and had to make you smile.

"You better be nice to our mom or else we'll call the cops mister," Ravyn said before pointing out that even Captain America could be arrested.

Smiling at her attitude and promising that it was only his intention to treat you like a queen, you watched in fascination as Steve held out his hand to each of them and sighing with relief as each shook it, you started walking towards all three of them as the super soldier opened the rear doors and helped your little ones inside.  Securing them in place then while patiently answering any questions they had regarding his career as the star spangled Avenger and all things superhero related, the drive back now was far more lively than either of the two previous trips.

Phoning Bucky just as he reached the main gate, you looked behind you to see the wonder on your kids' faces as the next unknown told you what now lay ahead and their reaction to it would be the biggest test of all.  But it seemed you need not have worried.

Looking out the windows and blurting out all manner of questions that popped into their heads, Steve and you answered any and all of them until the house came into view and silence fell upon your little group for the first time since they had met your new beau.  Talking amongst themselves once again in hushed tones as Bucky sitting on the porch came into view, you thought perhaps they had finally become overwhelmed until Brant leaned forward and whispered to you if that hero still had his metal arm.

Realizing now that your kids knew far more about the world around them than even you were aware, you were actually grateful when Steve turned in his seat, told them that his friend was called James and if they asked him nicely he would be only too happy to show them the item in question.  Exchanging glances now with each other just like the super soldiers seemed to do, a quick shrug and twin replies of "okay" helped put your mind at ease as Steve signaled to his friend that all was well.

Moving forward then from the safety of the house as all the occupants excited the vehicle, Bucky stopped halfway between both positions and bending down on one knee, waited with bated breath to see just how your little ones were going to react.  But none of you had to worry.  Confident in the manner in which you had raised them, they each looked to you for assurance and getting a nod, trotted forwards and introduced themselves to the former assassin.

Shaking his extended flesh hand while politely ignoring his metal one, giving him the same warning they had given Steve left you feeling proud and happy as the blond placed his arm around your waist, kissed your cheek and watched the scene unfolding before him.

Reassuring your little ones that he would never cause any hurt to any of you, Bucky then surprised all of you by asking Ravyn and Brant if they would like to see his metal arm before or after they had a bite to eat.  Glancing back at you for permission, a gentle "go ahead" was apparently all the three of them needed for all manner of chaos to ensue.

Removing his jacket and glove so they could see almost all of the arm, Ravyn's questions and Brant's probing fingers all came to a screeching halt when Bucky bent closer and whispered something that only they could hear.  Wide-eyed now by whatever he had told them, you and Steve watched in complete wonderment as Bucky, rising to his feet, winked at you before walking the kids over to your location.

Taking their coats and bags from you and Steve and helping Ravyn and Brant put them on, he then instructed both of them to hold tight as they each grabbed an arm and allowed him to walk them into the house swinging and squealing from each limb.  Laughing out loud as you and Steve followed them inside, the rest of the evening flowed smoothly through dinner and picking out their rooms until you told them of the other family that lived just a few minutes away.

Heading out first to check out the fort and adventure park that Steve and Bucky had built for them, the four people in your life easily became one as Ravyn and Brant thanked them incessantly while also discussing with the super soldiers possible changes they could make to it or things they could add to improve the facilities and impress their friends.  Engaging thoroughly with them on every idea and promising to work with them on it once Halloween had over, all five of you then set off along the path that would take you to the Starks and the next adventure that awaited them.

Arriving at the house to find Tony and Pepper waiting on the porch with drinks for the adults and treats for the kids, a quick shout out to Morgan had anxious parents on alert once again.  Proving once more that they were more resilient to change than you ever thought possible, all three seemed to get along quite well and it was only Brant's inquiring if he might see something Iron-Man related that caused the adults to halt their conversations and pay closer attention to those that commanded their attention.

Leading the kids inside the house to show them something fun and futuristic, you knew the science geek in Brant was going to feel right at home while Ravyn and Morgan made a quick detour to the little girl's bedroom.  Calling then for the girl's when Tony decided Brant had gotten excited enough for one evening, the whole party then headed off to introduce your pair to the haunted world waiting for them within the trees.

Running back and forth in animated fashion telling you all the wondrous things their eyes had discovered in various alcoves throughout the Stark property while also regaling Morgan with details of the unbelievable fort and adventure area Bucky and Steve had built for them, their glowing faces told you that this night was a high to rival any Halloween sugar rush and one they weren't going to come down from any time soon.

Waiting almost an extra hour after their usual bedtime to the point where your little ones actually kissed you good night and all but told you they were retiring to Morgan's castle, you reminded them that if they needed you they just had to alert Morgan's parents and you would be there in a heartbeat.

Rolling their eyes and reminding you of the other sleepovers they had previously experienced, you hugged and kissed them one last time before they scurried off back into the forest with Morgan leading the way.  Reassuring you once again that the castle and grounds were under surveillance at all times, you, Steve and Bucky then bid good night to the Starks and walking hand in hand, headed for home.

Stepping back inside the house as Bucky led you to the living room and Steve followed after closing the door, you flopped down onto the couch with Bucky and let out the exhaustion that seemed to have crept up on you.  Acknowledging now for the first time that this day had been longer and more draining than any you could previously remember, Steve sitting at the opposite end and taking your feet onto his lap while Bucky's fingers returned to your shoulders reminded you that your earlier pampering now felt like a lifetime ago.

Sinking into their skilful touches as your moans confirmed they were hitting their marks, Steve's hand traveling up your legs as Bucky massaged your upper body soon had you back as a limp puddle between them.  Stopping abruptly just as you were sure you were about to reach nirvana however, Bucky's words reaching your ears caused the desired response to leave your lips.

"Doll, will Steve and I take you to bed and remind you how good we can be to you?" he whispered as you begged them to start up again.

Whimpering now as Steve returned to caressing your thighs while Bucky's mouth nipped and kissed along your neck, an enthusiastic "yes please" was all the confirmation they required to take you upstairs, remove your clothes and spend the rest of the night using massages and orgasms along with all your favorite foods and movies to teach you what it felt like to be loved so completely that you never wanted it to end.

Tagging:- @navybrat817

[bbyquokka]

Hello 🥰 I’m new to your blog and I love your writing so so much!!! You’re incredible and honestly you deserve rewards for your writing <333

I apologise if this is oddly specific by the way 😭 I was thinking of a cute western artist x idol Jisung fic/scenario where you visit skz in Korea to work with them but you end up somehow talking to Jisung more throughout the day. Like making eye contact with him when he’s dancing or when you hug him he gets super shy orrrr when he’s stuffing his face with food you can’t help but to comment on it 🥹🥹 sksksksk and I can imagine the members teasing or something

hello! welcome to my blog, anon 💘 youre honestly so sweet, thank you for the compliment. it made me so happy 🥺 ty for requesting! i felt like i kinda went off track with this, but i hope it was what you wanted in the end! pls lemme know your thoughts and opinion on it and i hope you enjoy!

ะ i promise!❞

➥ pairing: Han Jisung x gn!reader

➥ genre: fluff | idol!au

➥ synopsis: you visited korea to work with skz only to find yourself getting close to one of the members

➥ warnings: – none

➥ words: 1k

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"Guys, this is y/n. They will be working with us for a while." Chan introduced you to Jisung and Changbin, who were currently in Chan's room, eating their lunch. Changbin dressed in his usual attire of jeans and T-shirt, with Jisung being in jeans and an oversized hoodie, beanie on his head and glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.

Both pairs of eyes looked up at you, mouths stuffed full of food. You smiled and waved shyly, bowing out of respect.

"Hello. I'm y/n. I look forward to working with you all!" Changbin and Jisung wiped their mouths clean before smiling, saying their hellos and introductions. As Chan and Changbin showed you around the room, explaining what each set of equipment is and how to use it, as well as the music software, Jisung took the time to check you out.

You felt a pair of eyes on you as you spoke to Chan, listening and nodding in acknowledgement. You glanced at Jisung for a moment, blushing a little when your eyes met. Jisung grinned, satisfied with your reaction. That's when it hit him.

"Wait! Aren't you the new western artist that's been blowing up on social media lately?!" You nodded slowly. "No way! I love your work!!"

"O-Oh. thank you very much." You looked down at your feet, feeling shy. 

"We all look forward to working with you, y/n." Chan smiled warmly, placing his hand gently on your shoulder. You smiled at all three boys, your gaze lasting just that tiny bit longer on Jisung.

"Likewise!" 

You would only be working with the boys for 4 months. You had until then to do what you needed to do before going back home to your usual schedule. You spent the majority of your days working with all 3 of them, some days you would only work with one of them – it just depended on the day of who you would be working one on one with.

During your time with them, you learnt a lot. They showed you little tips and tricks, showed you how to manoeuvre your way around the mixing software. Changbin would give you tips on how to rap, laughing when you would fail miserably.  

However, most of your time was spent with Jisung. You realized that you both were quite similar. You liked the same foods, had the same opinions about certain things – you couldn't help but feel more attached to Jisung than Chan or Changbin. 

Jisung would help you write lyrics, explaining to you how he would do it, that you should just "let your mind flow, it will all make sense in the end."  One particular day, you were running on empty, frustrations apparent. Jisung held your hand gently, advising you to take it slow. You were on the verge of tears because you didn't have much time left.

Jisung cooed softly as he saw your tears falling and, as if you two had known each other for years, he automatically reached out, wiping your tears away gently. You sniffed and only when you looked up did you notice how close you two were. Your faces inches apart, the smell of your perfume and his cologne hitting each other's nostrils.

Jisung swallowed thickly, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. You did the same, wondering – hoping – he would make the first move. A pink blush coloured his cheeks as you both stared into each other eyes for what felt like eternity. Jisung's hand lingered on your cheek to which you cautiously nuzzled your face into his soft palm.

A clear of the throat from a third person caused you both to separate from one another at lightning speed. Chan stood at the doorway, smirking as he raised his brow at his best friend. Jisung blushed deeply, looking at his lap as you focused on the piece of paper in front of you, heart hammering against your chest.

would you two have kissed if it wasn't for Chan?

The tension between you both only became thicker the longer time went on. Of course, you both acted professional – you are only here for work after all. 

Jisung invited you to dance practice, which you said yes too. You still had to meet the rest of the members so, of course you wouldn't miss the opportunity. Once Introduced to everyone, you sat on the floor out of the way as you watched them practice their dance routines. Jisung felt different, off. He felt giddy, excited but also nervous.

He got a few scolding's from Minho for messing up the same move over and over again due to the fact your eyes kept meeting, to which you giggled at the playful banter, shrugging and acting innocent.

The members knew Jisung has a little – if not big – crush on you. It was too obvious. So obvious, the members started teasing him, cooing and mocking him when he would blush purely because you looked at him.

Since the day you almost shared a kiss, nothing happened since. You became busy with your work, finalizing and making calls so you didn't have that much time to spend with Jisung anymore – especially since your time together was coming to an end.

The day you had been dreading finally came – it was time to return home. Everyone came to the airport to say their farewells and as you were hugging and thanking everyone, Jisung stood far away.

Sad. He didn't want it to end. He wanted more time with you, to tell you how he really feels. How he has enjoyed your company so much, how you've consumed his thoughts. When it was Jisung's turn to say goodbye, you felt that lump in your throat.

"Don't go." He whispered as you wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his neck. you bit your lip softly failing to stop your tears from falling.

"I have to." Jisung squeezed you tightly, not wanting to let go of you. "I'll be back, Ji."

Jisung pulled away, looking at you before cupping your face in his hands. You smiled sadly, closing your eyes and leaning into his touch as you placed your hands on top of his.

"Promise?" He whispered. You opened your eyes to see him looking at you hopefully. You wiped away his fallen tears before leaning in, planting a soft and tender kiss on his lips.

"I promise." 

[book-place]

What Happens in Sokovia

This is a prologue to ➝ This ➝ but it can be read as a part 1 or a part 2 it doesn’t really matter for me I guess

Warnings: Cursing, Age of Ultron spoilers, violence, blood, character death, sad avengers (yes that is a warning), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Avengers x reader platonic

*not my gif*

Summary: Lots of things took place during the Battle of Sokovia, many stories about what happened were yet to be told, especially your story

A/N: I know that a couple of you may have been waiting for this and I’m sorry it took so long, I kept losing the will to write it so it took me a while- Also, comment if you feel like it; feedback is always appreciated :)

Extra: @natswife-marvelicious @wayward-river sorry I forgot to tag you guys when I first published, you both had asked or mentioned that you would like a part two

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You gave Wanda’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze, seeing her fidget with her rings, something you realized she did whenever she was nervous.

In return she looked over at you and gave you a weary smile, appreciating your attempt to comfort her.

“You’ll do great.” You said softly, making her smile turn more genuine.

Just then Pietro came speeding into the room with that wide, stupid grin of his, “I look good, no?” He asked cockily, doing a small spin to show off his new shirt.

You playfully rolled your eyes, nudging Wanda lightly, “Oh yes, Peit. You really dress to impress.”

It was then his turn to roll his eyes playfully as you and Wanda giggled.

Since Wanda and Pietro’s leave from Hydra, you had been there for them. To show them the ropes to life outside of that awful place.

While the other avengers had been weary of the twins, you had welcomed them with open arms and a kind smile.

You introduced them to your favorite pizza places, showed them all your favorite movies and tv shows, as well as lending them your favorite books.

Because of this, you quickly became their first best friend, besides each other of course. They quickly grew as fond of you as you did them.

You had been part of the avengers since the Battle of New York. They immediately became like the family you never had. All of them loving and adoring you as you did them.

You glanced down at your watch, “Come on. Let’s go see the others, they’ll be waiting.”

The two nodded before following you out of the room and down the hall into a large room where all of the avengers stood.

Steve gave you all the briefing on the mission and you kept trying to reassure the twins with glances and smiles as they fidgeted and shifted all throughout the talk.

You all gave a final nod to Steve’s plan before starting to exit the room, Nat gave your shoulder a squeeze before walking out with Clint who playfully threw you a wink.

You were quick to usher Wanda and Pietro out of the room though, as Tony and Steve began arguing.

“Do they always have to fight?” Pietro asked with a groan, probably from getting headaches from the two always yelling at each other.

You giggled softly and gave him a goofy grin, “It never stops.”

-•-

You pushed the robot to the ground with one final kick before finally turning visible again.

Pietro, who was fighting next to you, jumped a little bit as you reappeared, “I am never going to get used to that.”

You smiled and shrugged, “What can I say? It comes with the power of invisibility.”

He laughed before racing off.

Looking over, you saw Steve with his hands full so you quickly turned invisible again and rushed to the super soldier's aid.

The blond haired man turned in confusion as the robot seemed to be fighting thin air, thinking it was maybe malfunctioning, before a smile came onto his face in realization.

“Thanks n/n!” He called into the general area that he thought you might be in.

“You’re welcome!” You called back, still invisible.

Once you saw that he could handle it, you quickly bid him a goodbye before rushing off to see if another one of your teammates needed help.

Turned out one of them did, Tony Stark.

You let out a low chuckle and called out to him as you swept a robots legs out from underneath it.

“I’m always saving your ass, Stark!” You joked, continuing to fight off the robots.

He scoffed playfully and dramatically, “This wonderful ass never needs saving!”

You let out a laugh, finishing off your small group of robots before smirking as an idea popped into your head.

You casually strolled over to the Iron Man, after turning back invisible, who stood in his suit, looking around for any upcoming robots.

“TONY!” You yelled.

The man jumped at least a foot in the air and whipped around to see you now visible and laughing so hard that you were clutching your stomach.

He rolled his eyes, “Ha ha, n/n. Very funny.” His voice was void of all humor.

What you didn’t know though was that he was trying to hide his own smile.

You always had a way to lighten the mood and make people laugh, even in the hardest of times.

You giggled and hurried away before Tony could try and get his revenge.

You were by yourself for about five minutes before you came to a stop and started helping Clint.

“Hey, Birdman!” You called, joining his fight.

“Sup, Violet!” He called back.

Violet became your nickname with him after the two of you watched the Incredibles one day while the rest of the team was on a mission.

“How are the twins holding up?” He yelled over all the noise after a couple of minutes.

You shrugged, “I should probably go check up on them.”

“You do that,” He called, pulling his bowstring back, “I can handle it over here.”

You nodded, knowing he could in fact handle it, and hurried off to go check on the Maximoffs.

You found Pietro first whom, despite everything, seemed to be having the time of his life.

“How you doing, Piet?” You asked.

He flashed you a cocky smile, “Why I am doing wonderful, Y/n, never been better.”

You let out a laugh and took another robot down.

“These things keep multiplying!” You huffed.

You were so focused on finishing off one robot that you hadn’t even realized that another one was sneaking up right behind you.

Pietro noticed though, and called out your name in fear.

You whipped around in confusion and let out a little yelp as you jumped back and fell when the robot tried to grab you.

The man quickly ran over the destroyed the robot in one go before speeding to your side and helping you up, “Are you okay, Y/n?” His eyes swam with concern for his best friend.

You quickly brushed him off and gave him a goofy grin, “Why I am doing wonderful, Pietro, never better!” You tried to imitate his thick accent causing him to chuckle and sigh in relief.

“I better go check on your sister.” You said, bidding him a farewell before once again turning invisible and hurrying off to find a Maximoff.

As you rushed through the city, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, something bad was going to happen, but you just brushed it off. Of course something bad was going to happen, people were losing their homes and their lives in this battle.

You let out a small breath of relief when you finally spotted Wanda, and you were about to call out to her when you stopped yourself short.

She looked around in panic before quickly running through the door to the closest building, closing the it behind her.

You didn’t hesitate to quickly run after her, closing the door softly behind you.

You were met with the sight of her cowering against a wall in a corner, her head in her hands.

As soon as she heard you coming in, her head quickly snapped up with wide eyes and hands raised, ready to fight you off. Until her eyes flashed with recognition once she realized that it was just you and she dropped her hands to her sides with a sigh of relief.

“Wands,” You called out softly, squatting down in front of you, placing your hand gently on her leg, “What’s wrong?”

It was a stupid question, you knew that, but you wanted her to know that you were there for her.

Her eyes once again went wide, “They were- so much- couldn’t- how did-“ She started stuttering out, before putting her hands in her hair and beginning to pull on it.

“Hey, hey, hey,” You said soothingly, gently grabbing her hands and pulling them away from her hair, “Don’t go messing up that beautiful hair on me, Maximoff.”

Your joke at least got a small laugh out of her, which you counted as a huge victory, “It’s okay to be overwhelmed.” You reassured her, “It’s also okay to not want to go back out there.”

She looked up at you in surprise, silently wondering how you had known that what she was thinking, “It just doesn’t make any sense.”

She didn’t elaborate on what part of it she was talking about, but you nodded along anyway, “You’re right. None of this makes sense. I’m fighting robots in a floating city, and just two weeks ago I was a normal girl with the power of invisibility.”

She laughed a little bit again, so you continued in a soft voice, “You don’t have to go back out there, Wanda.” You assured her, and she seemed to relax a little bit at hearing that, “But if you go out there, you can help save so many people- your people. If you end up choosing to walk out that door, you become an avenger.”

When she stayed silent, you gave her leg a little squeeze and stood up, going back out into the fight.

You started immediately helping a woman and her child who couldn’t get out of a small shop, before you saw Wanda march out of the building, looking as badass as ever, destroying every robot that even dared come near her.

You smiled softly, “That’s my girl.” You said softly before finishing helping the woman and child and then moving on to check up on another one of your teammates.

Invisibility on, you swerved through the city helping people and taking down robots along the way, on a mission of finding an avenger.

Your sights finally fixed on a familiar mop of red hair, which still seemed to be in pristine condition, despite the raging battle.

“Nat!” You called, kicking a robot sideways.

She smiled in your general distraction as she ripped a robots head off, “Hey, n/n!”

You giggled, “You’re so badass.”

“So are you, honey!” She called back over her shoulder, ripping an arm off another.

After a couple more minutes of fighting, you decided that you had to move on.

You quickly became un-invisible and ran over to Natasha, giving her a quick hug.

“Love you, Nat!”

She quickly recuperated the hug, giving you a quick kiss on the head, “Love you too, n/n. See you in a minute, sweetie.”

It was something that became an inside joke to the two of you, see you in a minute, because one day you made such a big deal about leaving Natasha in the tower as you left for a mission, only to show back up exactly a moment later because you forgot your suit.

She watched you run away until you were no longer visible with a small smile before turning around and diving right back into the fight that she had put on hold for you.

You waved to Vision as you continued running, giving him a small smile, “Hey, Vis!”

He did his best wave back, which came out as an awkward, stiff hand movement, “Hello, Y/n.”

You smiled and continued on your way, knowing full well that he could handle himself.

You weaved through the buildings and rubble before coming face to face with the blonde god.

“Hey there, Thor!” You called up to his tall figure.

He looked down at you with a beaming grin, “Hello, Lady Y/n! How are you doing this evening?” His voice boomed and echoed through the street.

You laughed at how casual he made the question sound, “I’m doing okay, all things considered. Thanks, Thor.”

His head suddenly turned to something behind you, “Duck, Lady Y/n.”

You did as you were told without question, just in the nick of time too, because Thor swung his hammer as hard as he could right where your head had been just a second ago, as a robot was trying to sneak up on you.

You quickly jumped up right afterwards, “Thanks, Thor.”

He grinned in return, going back to fighting and you ran off to go find the last member of your team.

It wasn’t very hard to find Hulk, “Hey, big guy!” You called up to him as he was whipping around, ready to fight any robots that came his way.

As his head snapped down to face you, no fear was felt coursing through your body as it normally was for people who stood in front of the green creature, you knew he would never hurt you.

He grunted at you in return, a sign you knew to be a hello.

“How’s it going up there?” You continued yelling over the noise.

Again came a grunt and then a curt head nod.

You sensed a robot behind you and quickly turned around to hit it out of the air, when a large green hand came down and knocked it with full force into the closest wall.

You stood there for a moment, blinking, before turning with a grin, “Thanks!”

Another grunt and nod.

You turned and began running again, looking for anyone who needed help.

After about three minutes of running, the same unsettling feeling took place in your gut just like it had earlier.

Something was wrong.

You were now invisible and you weaved at a full blown sprint through the buildings, not knowing where you were going, just following where your instincts told you to go, praying that you weren’t too late for whatever was happening.

As soon as you came to a clearing you stopped and sucked in a sharp breath. What you saw horrified you to no end.

Clint had a kid in his arms, using his own body to try and shield the younger one from any harm. A robot was a couple feet behind them, in the air, ready to shoot at them.

Your eyes wandered over to Pietro, and you knew what he was going to do before he did it.

And you would not let that happen.

Still invisible, you ran to where you knew you needed to go, and you shockingly got there right before Pietro did.

The gunshots rang out.

Clint and Pietro both had their backs tense, waiting for a painful impact that never came.

Slowly, Pietro peeled his eyes opened and he turned around as if in slow motion, Clint did the same, the kid still securely tucked in his arms.

The sight in front of the men made both of their eyes widen.

You were slowly turning visible, blood seeping through your clothes in multiple different spots.

Your eyes were wide as you looked down at your stomach, putting a hand on it and wincing, pulling it away and examining your now blood soaked hand.

You looked up with slight surprise, as if seeing Pietro and Clint for the first time, managing a painful smile at them, that even then looked reassuring and kind.

“Hey guys.” You said breathlessly, before falling forward, doing nothing to try and brace yourself for the impact of the ground.

Pietro was the first one to come out of his shock, he unfroze and ran over to you faster than his powers should have allowed.

“No,” he whispered, kneeling down beside you, “No, no, no, no, no, no!” He pulled your body against his, rocking it back and forth, “It was supposed to be me!” He sobbed, “Me! Not you!”

Clint had put the kid down and absentmindedly told the kid where to go, who took off running in that direction, and heavily fell to his knees, putting a hand on Pietro’s shaking form.

“Wake up!” He continued to sob, refusing to believe that he had just lost his best friend.

By then, the others had caught wind that something was wrong, and all came rushing to see what had happened.

Wanda was the first to reach them, and fell against the side of a building with a gasp and sob.

Steve was next, he came up behind Clint and seemed frozen, unsure of what to do.

Then came Nat, her hands automatically went to her hair and she pulled on it, tears slipping down her face almost automatically, “Damn it.” She whispered.

Vision suddenly appeared frowning slightly at the sight in front of him.

Thor flew down from above, a big grin on his face, not yet sure what was happening, “My friends! What is the meaning of-“ He cut himself off as he caught sight of you, still in Pietro’s arms, his eyes quickly went wide.

The Hulk came next, he took one look at you and let out a deafening roar before taking off running in the opposite direction, but no one seemed to have the energy to notice or care.

Last one to come was Tony, flying in just as Thor had done a moment before, and immediately dropped to his knees next to you.

“Scan vitals.” Tony told his AI.

“Sir, she is gone-“ it tired to tell him.

“Don’t give me that shit!” Tony screamed, “Scan her vitals and tell me how the hell I can save her!”

“Tony,” Steve said, putting a hand on her shoulder, “She’s gone.”

“No,” Pietro continued to sob, “No!”

[stardancerluv]

Pumpkin and the Beast

Part 3

Summary: Discovering more of Pumpkin and Eddie.

Warnings: Teenage angst, self esteem issues

Notes: Please, enjoy! Reblogs are awesome! ❤️s are fantastic! And I love comments/feedback!

Sprawled across your bed, you rocked your legs in time with tape Eddie gave you of WASP. Glancing over at your clock, you were almost done with your homework. Finally, you thought with a roll of your eyes. If your mom would take any longer getting groceries, the mall would close and you’d have to wait till tomorrow to go shopping. Though, she had promised you that there would be more then enough time.

******

Eddie perched on his chair as he watched as Dustin and the others were huddled close. As Dustin, turned and smiled at him he could practically see the gears of plotting turning in his eyes.

“So what will it be, Sir Dustin of the Blue Flame?”

“We’re going to roll to see if this library has any secret passages.”

“How very wise of you.” He smirked and tossed Dustin the D20.

His stomach churned, the boys and him and been so excited about the Bloomington gig that they forgot to order a pizza. His pretzels from lunch were long gone. Chewing his bottom lip, he debated if he should go see you after Hellfire or if he should go to the diner nab some food.

******

Sipping at your Orange Julius, you handed two more hangers to your mom.

“Oh this! No, maybe this one!“ You squealed, holding up the neon pink tulle skirt.

“You have a purple one like that.”

You tilted your head to one side. “You sure?”

“Yes, sweetie.”

*****

“Did you two buy the entire store?” Your dad called from the living room.

“No! Of course not dad.” You giggled, walking into the living room. The bags you held were close to bursting.

“Feels like it.” Your mom walked past you and slumped onto the sofa.

“Mom.” You lightly whined. “It wasn’t that bad.”

Your dad glanced at your mom and then back at you. “Honey, did you get lots of cute things?”

You happily nodded. “I also got a few books.”

“Oh, that’s good sweetheart. Nothing is too good for my girl.”

“Thank you again mom, you’re the best!” You practically before running up to your room. You wanted to look at all your new clothes again and possibly start one of your new books!

******

Placing your shopping bags down, you went over to your pet bunny.

“Hi Parsnip! Mommy is back!” You greeted your bunny in a super sweet soft voice. Going over to her cage you open the top and very gently picked her up.

“Now, you hop around a bit while mommy looks at her new clothes and books.” You told your bunny.

Going back to your shopping bags you laid out all your new clothes and made a small stack of the books. You loved shopping so much!

You giggled as Parsnip went to investigate the books. “You want to see what I got to read?” She looked up at you and twitched her nose.

“I will take that as a yes.” You smiled brightly.

Sometimes while you would read and Parsnip was out of her cage, she’d come and lean against your arm or go and lay across your tummy.

You laid the books out instead of keeping them in a stack. “Here this is what I got? What do you think I should read next?”

While she hopped over you began looking over your clothes before hanging them all up. Though you paused with one of your new skirts, you couldn’t resist holding it up and twirling around your room. You loved having a skirt that could twirl. Sometimes, Eddie called you his very own spinning top when you would show him.

Finally; once all the clothes were hung up, you found yourself sitting on your bed with one of the new books, Parsnip had taken her spot next you. Glancing over at your clock you saw how late it was. Closing your book you stretched, while Parsnip rubbed at one of her floppy ears before yawning.

“Alright, sweetie I’ll take you back to your little nest.”

*******

As Eddie’s packed the last of the Hellfire stuff into his van, his stomach grumbled. He was struck with an idea.

******

With it being so late, and almost certain that your parents wouldn’t allow it; he parked a block away. Sticking close to the shadows and the trees he snuck over to your house.

Taking a breath, it wasn’t the first time he shimmied up to your window but it was the first time unannounced. Once up at your window with the way the sill is, he just kind of perched and watched you.

You were the cutest thing, he had ever laid his eyes on. He watched as you gave your bunny, Parsnip a kiss goodnight. It made him smile. You were such a sweet thing.

Once back in its cage, did he finally tap on the glass; he didn’t want to give you a fright.

“Hi pumpkin.” He smiled broadly as he saw your surprised expression.

“Eddie, what are you doing here?“ With a push of your curtain’s sash, you opened the window.

He chuckled, “Can I come in so someone doesn’t think I’m a creeper?”

“Oh, yes.” You giggled behind your hand stepping back. “What are you doing here?”

With a grunt and huff, he pulled himself in and before he knew it he summersaulted into your room. Both of you froze, his eyes met yours. After a breath or two, which he released when there was no sound of her parents drawing close.

“They must already be asleep.”

Standing, he dusted himself off and stood, smiling at you. “We were supposed to get a bite to eat earlier, I came by to see if you still wanted to join me.”

You stepped close and smiled up at him, “But Eddie it’s super late.”

He chuckled, “It’s barely eleven. So you want to join me?”

“Sure! But let me change.”

“Ok!” Eddie covered his eyes.

*******

You leaned over the table, “Eddie, I feel so wicked. Sneaking out and all.”

He winked at you from around the menu. “I guess I am rubbing off on you.”

You giggled and looked back at your menu.

*****

You happily wiggled in your seat as you sipped on your milkshake. “This is so much fun.”

Eddie’s smile made you wiggle more.

“You think I’m silly.”

“No, of course not Pumpkin.” He took a sip of his own milkshake. “I’m just glad you came out.”

“Ok!” You beamed. “I am too.”

“The boys are super excited.”

“I bet.” You leaned in. “I got a very cute outfit.”

“Oh?” He smiled broadly.

“I did. I will look very pretty.”

“Pumpkin, you’re always pretty.”

“Aww, Eddie.” You made a dismissive gesture with your hand. You knew you were not as pretty as some of the girls who saw him preform at The Hideout.”

“It’s true. We will be playing the new song.”

“Oh, the one of yesterdays and rainy days?”

“That’s the one!”

You happily clapped. “I can’t wait.” You plucked your cherry from your milkshake. “The audience is will love it.”

*******

Eddie wrapped an arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked out to his van. “Now pumpkin are you sure you and Dustin want to travel all the way out to Bloomington to see me?”

You could see the concern splashed across his face, it made you chew your gum a little harder.

“Of course, we wouldn’t miss it. Steve promised to drive us.”

“Harrington?”

“Yes.” You happily nodded. “He’s actually very sweet.”

“I see. Well ok, just know the crowd there is very different then The Hideout.” Eddie, moved and grabbed the door for you.

You nodded. Slipping your backpack off your shoulder, you handed it to Eddie who slipped onto his. “Yup, that’s why I am bringing Dustin.” With a huff, you climbed up into the van. Feeling a bit of a breeze, you gasped, swallowing your gum. You hoped you didn’t flash Eddie a flash of your polka dotted panties. With your heart racing you glanced quickly back him.

“Yes, Pumpkin?” A silly smile was splashed across his face.

“You didn’t see anything, did you?” You shifted a little and tucked your skirt under you.

He leaned in, “Does your bra have the same polka dots?”

“Eddie!” You squealed, the smacked his arm.

“Your secret is safe with me.“

“Eddie!” You couldn’t stop from squealing again.

He pulled back and shrugged. “Sorry Pumpkin, you gave me a full view.” And he closed the door.

Eddie came and sat beside you, after placing your backpack behind the two of you. “I’m sorry.” He said fidgeting with a tape cassette.

You put a hand over his. “Its ok. I’d rather have you see them then Steve or anyone else.”

He turned and looked at you, his brow furrowed. “Oh?”

“Because, your my galant knight Eddie. Steve or someone else might make fun of me, their polka dots.”

“Nah, sweetheart. They’re cute.”

“Ok!” You sat back smiling.

*******

You nervously tapped your foot while you sat at your vanity. You debated over what kind of make up you should do for Eddie’s gig. You wanted to look pretty.

Sometimes, you felt like a kid sister cheering on an older brother. You didn’t want to embarrass him.

*******

Glittery pink dusted your eyes and your freshly glossed lips matched. You were so excited to see Eddie preform tonight. Twirling in the mirror, you felt cute.

*****

Hearing the honk, you knew Steve had arrived.

“Be home by one, sweetheart!” Your dad called out.

You peaked into the living room. “Ok! I will, I promise!”

With that you ran out to Steve’s car. Leaning against his car, he looked cool as can be. “Hey there, doll.”

“Hi, there!” You happily waved.

“Come on! Let’s go!” Dustin called from the backseat.

“Hold your horses, Henderson the lady has to get into her carriage first.”

You flushed. Only Eddie had ever referred to you as a lady. “Thank you, Steve.”

With a rumble from the BMW engine the three of you were off into the night.

“I’ll meet you two in there after I park.”

******

Walking into the bar, your heart fluttered seeing the atmosphere. There was an energy in the air, you could practically feel as he crackled around you. It was very different then The Hideout. You looked different from all the girls you saw. You put a smile on your face. Seeing Dustin swallowed, echoed your nerves

He playfully nudged you. “Let’s go find Eddie. He will be so happy we made it.”

“Yes, yes of course!” You agreed cheerfully.

Going further in you finally saw the recessed area he had mention. Gareth, was kneeling in front one of the amps. You whispered to Dustin. “There’s Gareth.” You pointed.

“Well, maybe he we to get a drink.” Dustin moved in the opposite direction of the stage.

“But why…” Your voice trailer off. That’s when you saw a girl in scarlet an black torn short sweater, which she held down as Eddie finished scrawling something on her breast. “Oh!”

Dustin, grimaced. “Why don’t we get a drink.” He tugged your.

You couldn’t look away. The girl let go over her sweater and bounced closer to him, and she gave him a big kiss on his cheek. Eddie had a huge smile on his face as he leaned in close saying something to her as he rubbed his cheek. She continued to bounce in front of him

You don’t know why but a pain blossomed in your chest. You finally looked at Dustin. “Yes, let’s go and get a drink.”

Turning, you gasped. “Steve!” You bumped into his solid warmth. His cologne tickler your nose.

He chuckled, smiling down at you. “Careful, this place is hopping.”

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[whiteqnn]

PURE [3] - Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

A/N: Over 1 thousand notes. You guys are insane. I can’t see any other explanation.

Thank you so much for all the love and support under the previous parts, all those comments just absolutely made my day! I would never expect this story to receive such a positive feedback, which I’m extremely grateful for! 

Anyway, I decided to add some additional plot to this story - mainly, the sudden criticism and hate directed on Y/N after the last Among Us stream. I thought it would make things more interesting.

That being said, I hope you enjoy the third part ^^

part 1

part 2 

part 4 

part 5

PURE [3]

Y/N stared at her phone screen, reading through the latest tweets of her friends inviting their fans to watch their streams. It was Thursday evening and just as it was planned, everyone was getting ready for another game of Among Us. Just as she would do if it wasn’t for all those comments...

The last stream caused sudden, unexpected amounts of attention on her social media. She probably shouldn’t be that surprised by it, given the fact that by appearing in Sean’s and Felix’s videos she wasn’t all that strange to their fans. But people who watched Rae, Toast, or Corpse’s streams didn’t know her. And apparently, some of them weren’t that happy to see a new face among the group of well-known gamers. 

She always tried to avoid the unnecessary spotlight as much as she could, preferring to stay hidden somewhere behind other, much more popular streamers. And it never bothered her. She was never one to enjoy too much attention anyway.

That’s why when she discovered how upset, or even angry, some people were when she played with all those famous streamers, she was quite shocked, to say the least. 

Like all those comments under Poki’s tweet, in which she mentioned who’s gonna be playing this time...

“Duh, why’s that Y/N chick supposed to play with them again? There are at least hundreds of other, much more popular streamers I can think of who would be better than her.”

“Who the fuck is she anyway? Why’s she there?”

“lmao, some random girl who got lucky enough to know jacksepticeye. Don’t get why she’s playing with them though.”

“NOT HER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD SHE WAS SO FUCKING ANNOYING LAST TIME”

Sure, she wasn’t as famous as Felix, or Sean, or Rae, or anyone else for that matter. Her audience wasn’t very small, but it was nothing compared to the number of fans other YouTubers had. It was understandable that most people didn’t know who she was, and didn’t understand why she was there in the first place.

She was, in fact, just some random girl who was lucky to have Sean as her friend. But in a group of such great and well-known streamers, she definitely stood out like a sore thumb. 

Y/N almost jumped in her seat when her phone beeped with a new message, Sean’s nickname showing up at the top of her screen. 

Jackaboy: We’re starting in a few kiddo

Jackaboy: But join the call now so we can both make fun of Felix

After the last game, she was so excited and couldn’t wait for this evening. She looked forward to cooperating with Sykkuno again, to arguing with Toast, to laughing with Sean and Felix, to murdering other people with Corpse... Yet now, all this excitement seemed to vanish just like the mood to play, let alone talk with other people. They would surely see right through her and try to make her spill the beans, which would ruin the stream. And the last thing she wanted was to ruin their game.

Jackaboy: You there Y/N??

She sighed, thinking of some believable excuse that wouldn’t arouse suspicion, but her mind was flooded with all those comments and DMs she received over those past days, which expressed nothing but hatred towards her. 

Y/N: I’m really sorry Sean, but I don’t think I will be joining you today... I don’t feel very well. 

She waited for Sean’s reply impatiently, expecting him to send her some angry emoji or tell her to move her ass and join the discord call. What she didn’t expect though, was that he would facetime her. 

Her first instinct was to throw her phone across the room as if it would make Sean stop calling. He wouldn’t stop unless she’d tell him the truth. 

So she cleared her throat and plastered the widest smile on her face, before answering his call.

“Alright, what is going on?” Sean asked right away, staring at her with his brows furrowed. He wasn’t in his recording room, but in his kitchen, which meant that he left his stream to call her. “And please don’t tell me you’re sick cause I won’t believe it anyway. And neither will Pewds.”

“I’m tired, Sean... I was working late again and I really need to rest.” she lied, trying to keep her voice steady and calm. She really didn’t want Sean to interrogate her now, not when his fans were waiting for him. “I’m sure you’ll find someone else though. Please tell the guys that I’m sorry”

“Y/N, c’mon, cut this bullshit. What’s wrong?” he asked softly, moving his phone closer to his face. “You know you’re a terrible liar, just tell me what happened. If you don’t wanna play then neither do I.”

“Sean, please don’t do it” she shook her head with a sigh. “Your fans are waiting for you, I’ll be fine.”

“Well they’re waiting for you too you dummy, I already promised them you’ll be playing with us tonight” he stated matter of factly, rolling his eyes. Y/N remained silent for a moment, and Sean suddenly furrowed his brows, narrowing his eyes at her in a suspicious look. “Did someone tell you something rude last time we played? Who and what?”

“What? No, Sean, oh my God. Everyone was super nice, it has nothing to do with the last stream... not with you guys, at least.” she mumbled under her breath, dropping her eyes from Sean’s confused face.

“What do you mean not with you guys? Y/N, what the hell happened?” he demanded, slowly getting more and more worried. She wouldn’t tell him though, too scared that Sean would just laugh it off, even though he also sometimes had problems with dealing with hate. And just as if he was reading her mind, Sean sighed, his face softening in a sad smile. “You’ve read the comments, didn’t you?”

She felt so stupid for being so easily offended by comments of some random people on the Internet, that she just nodded her head meekly, still looking anywhere but at the man. 

“Look kiddo... I’m not gonna tell you to get yourself together and just ignore them, cause it won’t help, and I know cause I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.” he chuckled to himself and continued “Anyway, you really shouldn’t be worrying yourself about people who don’t even know you. They don’t know you, Y/N, why would some complete stranger’s opinion matter to you?”

“They said I shouldn’t be playing with you guys... that I’m nothing but a burden and you should be playing with someone who’s at least recognizable.”

“Well excuse me Miss, last time I checked I could choose who the fuck I want to play with.” Sean scoffed, clearly irritated by such comments “You’re one of my best friends Y/N and I don’t give a fuck what some haters say. And neither should you.”

“Maybe you should just invite someone else... It would make everyone happy.” she muttered almost inaudibly, but Sean almost barked at her when he heard her words.

“I told you to cut that bullshit, Y/N! Everyone couldn’t wait for this game and now you wanna back out? C’mon, kid. Do you have any idea how heartbroken Sykkuno’s gonna be? When you left so quickly last time, he kept complaining that he has no one to team up with.” she couldn’t help but smile at that, letting out a tiny giggle. “And Corpse? Have you even seen his last tweet?”

“What? No, I- I don’t follow him...” she said, wondering what Sean was talking about. She quickly searched for Corpse on Twitter, still being on facetime with Sean, and her heart almost dropped when she saw the last tweet.

@.Corpse_Husband Really excited for tonight’s Among Us stream, 8PM PST.

Jacksepticeye

Valkyrae

Pewdiepie

Pokimane

Sykkuno

Disguised Toast 

Logic 

Mr Beast

and, hopefully, my partner in crime - Little Y/N 

:)

She stared at the screen with her eyes widened, and her lips corners curling up in a small, bashful smile. It was so nice of Corpse to mention her as well, especially with the nickname that he seemed to like so much since their last game. 

“God, if you could see yourself right now. How’s it that my pep talk didn’t do shit, but Corpse’s tweet magically made you smile, ugh.” Sean reminded her of his presence, and she quickly returned to the call, trying to somehow control her burning cheeks. 

“It’s not like that, Sean, I really appreciate that you’re trying to cheer me up... I just didn’t expect your friends to like me...” she admitted quietly, and if Sean could, he would probably strangle her at that moment. 

“I JUST TOLD YOU THAT SYKKUNO KEPT BUGGING ME ABOUT YOU FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS. YOU THINK HE WOULD TALK ABOUT YOU IF HE DIDN’T LIKE YOU?!”

“I just... what if they’re just being nice, but they don’t actually want me to play with them?”

“I’m done.” Sean groaned, shaking his head furiously. “Alright, here’s what you’re gonna do. You stay away from your phone, join the discord call, say hi to everyone, and we’re all gonna have fun, okay? If not, Pewds is gonna murder you, cause he was already growing impatient even before I called you.”

“I’m still not sure if that’s a good idea, Sean...”

“But I am sure, Y/N! Now come on, we’re playing in five. I’m telling everyone you’re joining as well.”

And before she could even reply, he hung up. Y/N groaned, rushing to her computer to turn it on. Now it would just be plain rude not to join the game, especially after Sean wasted his time talking with her, while he should be talking to his fans. Just as he suggested, she kept her phone far away from her desk, deciding to stay away from Twitter and all those comments for a bit. Maybe it would help her clear her mind and at least try to have some fun. 

An invite to the group call was already waiting for her, along with a message from Sean with a code to the game. Y/N put her headphones on before joining the call and quickly typing in the code. 

“... so let me repeat myself. I ALWAYS sound guilty, no matter what. Please, guys, don’t vote me out!” 

Y/N shook her head with a smile on her lips when the first thing she heard after joining the call was Felix’s pleading voice. Clearly, he was already trying to save his own ass even before the game began.

 Y/N could hear Sean’s loud voice as he commented on Felix’s plea with some snarky remark, later also catching the sounds of Rae’s laughter. Everyone was already there, they’ve been clearly waiting for her to join. 

“Hey, look who’s finally here! Hi Y/N!” Poki noticed her presence first. 

“Hello everyone” Y/N said, as shy and quiet as usual.

“Oh, Y/N! It’s so great to see you again, I was worried you weren’t joining us tonight” Sykkuno said, a pout clear in his voice. 

“WELL ABOUT DAMN TIME” Felix all but yelled, making her roll her eyes with a smile. “What did I tell you about being late?!”

“Give her a break Felix, her mic wasn’t working again... Luckily, I was there to save the damsel in distress” Sean said, and even though she couldn’t see him, Y/N was almost certain that he was smirking. 

“Yeah, I’m really sorry guys to have kept you waiting so long...” Y/N said, feeling genuinely bad. Maybe Sean was right after all? They could have just invited someone else, and yet they decided to wait for her.  

“It’s okay, you’re here now and it’s all that matters” a deep voice sounded out, and whether she liked it or not, Y/N grinned like an idiot with a blush rising up her cheeks. 

“Shit, here we go again...” Felix sighed, making everyone else laugh. Y/N bit at her lower lip, feeling her heart thump in her chest as she felt a sudden wave of courage, deciding to speak up despite her initial shyness:

“Well... I couldn’t just leave my partner in crime alone, right?” she asked, and she could swear she heard Corpse stutter as if he completely didn’t expect her to say that.  

“Ah yes, after all, killing wouldn’t be the same without her, right Corpse?” Toast teased, repeating Corpse’s words from the last stream. Everyone in the call laughed, Y/N included. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, even though just mere minutes ago she was on the verge of crying. “It’s good to have you here, Y/N/N. Maybe I’ll actually get a chance to finally kill you this time.”

“Jesus Christ, Toast. You sound like a psychopath. Hey, I’m happy you’re here, lemme stab you in the back, please?” someone whose nickname was MrBeast spoke up with a chuckle, before directing his next words to Y/N “I believe we haven’t played together before, I’m Mr Beast, it’s really nice to meet you Y/N”

“Yeah, pleased to meet you!” another player, Logic, spoke up “I also didn’t have a chance to play with you yet, but I’ve seen Sean’s last stream... Let me just say, that Toast murder was absolutely perfect!” 

“Wow. And here I almost managed to block it out. I’m fucking traumatized Y/N, you should be ashamed of yourself” Toast scoffed over Felix’s laughter. 

“You should be proud of yourself!” Sean interfered “Just so you know lads, Y/N may seem like a little angel, but she’s a little demon. You’ve been warned.” 

“Yeah, she’ll charm you with her voice only to snap your neck next second.” Felix scoffed.

“Just like she did with Corpse!” 

“Charm?!” Y/N gasped, her cheeks burning.

“I don’t recall Y/N killing me...” Corpse said in his low voice. 

“I love how that’s the only thing he denied” Poki pointed out in a teasing voice, which only made Y/N sink further into her chair. 

“Can we please start the game now?” she asked in a pleading voice, hoping that everyone would stop making fun of Corpse and her. She could only imagine how uncomfortable he felt, for some reason being the target of their jokes... They must’ve made him feel awkward, right? 

“Jack, did you tell Y/N how we’re playing tonight?” Sykkuno asked, and she sighed in relief that they dropped the jokes. 

“Oh, right! So there’s this mod called proximity chat, where we’re able to hear each other as we pass by another person, and it seems quite fun so that’s what we decided to try out tonight.” Sean explained to Y/N, and before she could ask another question, he added “I’ve just sent you the link, it’ll take a minute to install it.”

“Oh, okay. Thank you Sean” Y/N said, before downloading the mod and quickly installing it. When everything was set and ready, she pulled up Among Us again and typed in the code, and the game finally began. 

“Woah”

“Holy shit!” 

“Guys this is so cool!” Sykkuno exclaimed, his voice so happy and excited that Y/N couldn’t help but giggle. 

“Okay, I’m scared now. I feel like encounters with Imposter are just gonna be perfectly cut screams” Felix chuckled, as they left the dropship and moved down the map. That’s when Y/N gasped in surprise, upon seeing the locations completely different than those she was used to.

“Wait- is that a different map?” she asked through her mic, hearing Toast’s distanced, devilish laugh. There was only Rae and Sykkuno beside her, as everyone else have already split up to do their tasks.

“Oh yeah, that’s Polus, it’s much more fun than the one we were playing in last time.” Rae explained happily and Y/N groaned. She didn’t know that map.

“Great. I don’t even know how am I supposed to do tasks in here...”

“Oh, it’s not that hard. They’re in most cases similar to those you already know, they only look a little bit different.” Sykkuno said in his kind voice, before asking “Do you want to team up again, Y/N?”

“I thought you would never ask Sykkuno” Rae chuckled under her breath.

“Yeah, that would be great! I need someone to show me around” she smiled. The trio finally moved from their spot beside the dropship and went to the left where, as Y/N later realized, was electrical. She quickly did her task in there, being under the watchful eyes of both Sykkuno and Rae.  

Before the latter could do his own task, the first body was reported.

“The body is in the lab” Felix said, and Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she saw that it was Toast who was murdered first. One less person to accuse her or try to frame her, if he was the Imposter. 

“I just ran towards the lab from the left side, I only saw Poki on my way there” Corpse said right away, and the accused girl was quick to try and defend herself:

“Okay, I wasn’t in the lab, I was doing that engines task which is next to the lab.” 

“Did you see someone else there?” Jack questioned. 

“Nope, just me and the engines.” 

“Okay. Sykkuno, where are you?” the lime astronaut was next on Jack’s list of suspects, which made Sykkuno groan. 

“Why do you sound so suspicious right away?” he asked in disbelief, causing the rest to giggle “I was with Y/N and Rae all this time, we were all doing our tasks in electrical.”

“Is that true Y/N?”

“Yes Sean, that is true” she rolled her eyes with a laugh “I don’t even know this map, I have to stick with someone so I don’t end up like Toast.”

“Alright, what about rest? Logic? I think I saw you in admin but then you disappeared somewhere.” Felix said.

“Yeah I’m with Mr Beast in the office”

“That’s right” Mr Beast confirmed, which didn’t bring anything new to the investigation, so everyone decided to skip.

“Wo- Okay where are we now?” Y/N asked in surprise, when the new round began in some completely new place Sykkuno didn’t manage to show her yet. She could hear as Corpse laughed at her shocked voice, which made her smile widely.

“Yeah, I’m also not used to this new map yet” he admitted, his black astronaut walking up to her white one “Hey, wanna see something cool?”

“Sure!”

-

*Meanwhile Sykkuno*

“Okay this is bad guys, we lost Y/N” Sykkuno said to his mic, running around the map to find the girl he was earlier teamed up with. “I thought she followed us when the new round began, but she must’ve gone the other way... What if she’s dead already? Not good, not good...” 

-

"Woah! This looks amazing! Is there some task here as well?”

“Yes, there’s temperature recording right here” Corpse said, standing by the lava pit, watching as Y/N’s character ran back and forth over the pool of lava. 

“I wonder if you could jump into it. What do you think, Corpse?” she asked curiously, standing close to the edge. 

“Not that I’m aware of it...” he mumbled coming closer to the edge as well “Why would you jump into it?” he asked with a half-smile on his face. 

“So Felix can’t stab me in the back.” she whispered, even though there was no one around them. 

“You think it’s him?” Corpse mirrored her voice, and she hummed in response “Why?”

“He’s constantly suspicious of everyone, last time we played he also kept interrogating us all, without even telling his own location.” she stated as if it was very obvious. Corpse couldn’t help but let out a laugh “What? Why are you laughing at me?”

“Not at you, Y/N. I’m just impressed by your investigation skills” he admitted “In that case, we better both jump in. Felix likes to frame other people.”

“You wanna jump into the lava with me?”

“Sure I do.”

“There you are!” Sykkuno’s lime astronaut came out of nowhere, followed by Mr Beast. Two of them walked up to Y/N and Corpse, and before the latter could even say anything, Mr Beast snapped Y/N’s neck.

“WAIT, NO-”

“OH GOD, OH GOD” Sykkuno yelled in panic.

“KILL HIM CORPSE” Mr Beast screamed, frantically running around.

-

“What the heck?” Y/N stared at her screen in shock, her dead body laying over the lava pit. Mr Beast had already fled to the left, leaving her, Sykkuno and Corpse standing between two of them. None of them said anything for a moment before the black astronaut finally spoke up.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry, Y/N” he kept repeating, regret clear in his voice. “And Sykkuno, I- I can’t even express how-”

He was cut off by Felix’s scream, who reported the bodies before Corpse could kill him as well.

“IT’S CORPSE ALRIGHT” Felix yelled right away “HE’S STANDING OVER Y/N AND SYKKUNO, HE HAS THEIR BLOOD ON HIS HANDS”

“That is- I did not kill them” Corpse replied, calm as ever, as opposed to his frantic apologies. 

“Then why were you standing there?! Without reporting the bodies?!”

“I was... mourning their death.” he replied, which caused the whole group to burst out laughing. “Seriously guys, you think I would murder Sykkuno? And Y/N? I would never even think of hurting them.”

“The simp is strong, we get it, but it doesn’t really save your situation” Rae laughed. 

“Let’s kick him out guys, he can’t even defend himself” Sean chuckled, and everyone else didn’t need to be told twice. Soon enough, Y/N watched as Corpse’s black astronaut was thrown into the lava pit... Oh, the irony...

The game continued with her wandering around the map, doing the rest of her tasks to at least support somehow her fellow crewmates. She stumbled upon Corpse’s ghost at some point and laughed wholeheartedly when he started circling her little character in something she read as an attempt to apologize. 

A little while later another body was reported, this time it was Felix who lost his life. Y/N didn’t really focus on the conversation this time, glancing at her phone instead. There was this urge to reach for it and check how people reacted to her joining the game, but she kept repeating Sean’s words in her head. There was no point in worrying about the opinion of somebody who doesn’t even know her... or at least that’s what she tried to convince herself to think. 

Her attention was brought back to the game when she heard the sound of a new message from someone who was also dead. She clicked on the chat, seeing that it was one of the Impostors.

Corpse: :(

Corpse: I’m sorry 

Y/N thought it was sweet of him to apologize for it, even though it was his main goal to murder everyone after all. She believed he was genuinely sorry for it, just like she was each time she was an Impostor and had to kill somebody.

Sykkuno: Welcome to the afterlife, Corpse!

She laughed at Sykkuno’s constant happiness, which was evident even in his messages, before typing one as well:

Y/N: We’re all corpse here

Sykkuno: Oh, so it means we’re all really cool then ^^

Y/N: Fair point

Corpse: See Y/N

Corpse: I told you I would jump into the lava for you 

Y/N: You didn’t exactly jump...

Corpse: :(

Y/N: But let’s say it counts as well :)

Corpse: :)

Before they knew, the voting ended. Mr Beast was thrown into the lava, which ultimately lead to the victory of crewmates. Y/N cheered happily, when the blue sign appeared on her screen, right above everyone else who was innocent. 

“Yaaay, the first time I wasn’t killed in the first game!” Sean announced enthusiastically, his astronaut running around the dropship.

“Yeah, and the first time it went so fast...” 

“Right? Corpse, I’m disappointed in you. What happened to the King of Impostors?” Rae asked.

“Well.. no matter how good you are, you can’t always win, right?” Corpse replied calmly.

“Hmm, you seemed kinda absent-minded during the game, though...” Poki suggested with a smirk hiding in her voice, and Rae was very quick to pick on it.

“Oh, you’ve noticed that too? Almost as if he was distracted by something” 

“I don’t know what are you talking about” he chuckled nervously, and Y/N just sat in her chair confused about what was going on. “Anyway, who’s up for another round?” 

“Yeah, I have an idea” Sean said, effectively shutting everyone up “What if we play something along the lines of hide and seek? Let’s have one impostor, and everyone else needs to get their tasks done before he finds them.”

“That is...” Felix took in a dramatic breath “THE BEST THING I’VE EVER HEARD ABOUT”

“Yeah, I think it will be fun” Sykkuno replied. 

“It sounds really cool, but let’s maybe tell who’s the impostor? I think it would be more fair” Rae suggested. 

“I think it’s a good idea” Sean concluded, before changing the settings for one impostor only. Y/N waited patiently for the game to begin, and when she saw that she was a crewmate again, she sighed in relief. Only to gasp in a panic a second later...

“It’s me.”

Everyone stumbled out of the dropship as Corpse admitted that he’s the impostor. It seemed that knowing exactly who can murder everyone made the whole game a little bit terrifying...

“I don’t know where the heck I’m going” Y/N mumbled to herself with a nervous laugh when instead of doing her tasks, she searched for the perfect place to hide. When she entered security, she spotted Mr Beast fixing the wires, so she decided to join him.

“OH SHIT- god damn it, you scared me to death!” he all but yelled when she appeared next to him, doing her tasks. 

“Sorry” she giggled, quickly finishing the wires, before speeding out of the room. On her way to weapons, she stumbled across Felix’s dead body, and could hear some screaming in the background... but didn’t recognize who was murdered next. 

Y/N managed to do most of her tasks without meeting Corpse, whom she hoped not to see probably for the first time since they played together. She was just leaving decontamination when she heard Sean’s panicked laughter:

“...tee, bitches love me?”

“Wrong.” Corpse’s voice almost made her squeak in surprise, only to really scream when he suddenly snapped Sean’s neck. 

“Retreat, retreat!” Y/N laughed as she sped past oblivious Rae and Logic, Corpse hot on her tail. She quickly returned to the decontamination room, hoping to flee from her inevitable death, when Corpse’s black astronaut walked in, and the door closed. 

“Please don’t kill me” she chuckled, even though there was no hope for her. 

“Finish my lyrics, and I’ll let you live...” he began, and Y/N furrowed her brows in confusion “ I spilt wine...”

“Wait- what lyrics? You sing?” she asked, completely dumbfounded. Corpse was silent for a moment as if he didn’t understand her, before bursting out laughing “What’s so funny again? Corpse, come on!” 

“Yes, Y/N, I do sing, I was actually hoping you’ve heard some of my songs...” he admitted, still chuckling to himself. She felt a blush rising up her cheeks.

“Oh- I- I didn’t, I-... but I will, okay? I’ll do it right away!” she promised, quickly jumping up to grab her phone and listen to Corpse’s song. She was genuinely shocked, she would never expect him to sing! 

 She unlocked her phone with a wide, somehow nervous smile on her face, which, however, dropped the moment she saw her notifications. Hundreds of notifications. 

“You there, Y/N?” Corpse’s voice reached her after a moment, when she still didn’t say anything, just kept looking at her screen. “I hope my music isn’t so bad that you passed out from listening to it...”

She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes, her phone gripped tightly in her shaking hands.

“Um, Y/N?” his voice became more worried now “Is everything okay?” 

Y/N cleared her throat and quickly wiped her eyes, closing them for a moment to steady her breathing.

“Yeah, all good Corpse” she forced herself to smile, so her voice wouldn’t sound weird. “Look, um, I need to leave, can you tell the others bye from me?” 

“Is something wrong?” Corpse asked confused.

“No, of course not!” she laughed through her tears “Something just came up and I really need to leave.”

“You sure you’re-”

“Bye Corpse. It was nice playing with you.” 

-

A/N: I hope you guys are not too disappointed in me... It didn’t turn out as I initially thought it would. Isn’t it too dramatic? And is this hate plot fine? Or is it not? What do guys you think? 

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[6lackfiction]

The Treehouse

Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Prompt: “Chris has a treehouse and takes you up there, it’s super romantic, candles and roses...”

A/N: I though a little fluff was needed after all the smut 🥰 and I loved writing this piece feels perfect.

“Where are you taking me” you giggled as you both raced across the lawn gripping your hand tightly. You’d never seen him this excited before, you tried your best to keep up with him as he moved quickly.

Abruptly he stopped causing you to furrow your brows as he turned to you.

“Ok close your eyes” he lit up grinning as he instructed you

You did as you were told but he knew you too well and would end up slowly opening your eyes to take a peak. But when you did he moved around you, touching you waist applying a tiny bit of pressure as he dipped his head down to your ear whispering

“Good girl” the gruffness of his voice sent a shiver down your spine and you breathing increased changed now that you were aroused

Moving his hands from your waist he brought them just under your chin letting his fingers stroke you there as your eyes remained closed.

Using his thumb he traced along your cheekbones before using his large hand to block out any chance of seeing the surprise he’d set up for you.

“You ready” he whispered, you nodded and with that he used his other hand wrapped around your waist guiding you. You eagerly took a few steps stumbling and he squeezed your hip as a sign to trust him.

You stood still and he pressed his body to yours feeling his warmth, his hand wormed its way from your waist to your navel resting there.

You took long deep breaths and for a few moments you both relished in how close your bodies were to one another just listening to how his breathing quickened in your ear.

When he leaned into your body more you took that as a queue to start moving and again you took your steps slowly letting him lead the way.

“Mind the step” holding you more tightly than before

You didn’t have to walk very far before you both stopped, telling you to keep your eyes closed you felt him turn to face you and take your hands. He stroked the back of your hands softly and you waited patiently.

“Open your eyes” you fluttered them open, blinking a few times letting your eyes readjust. When they did you took a sharp breath in studying how handsome he was. How his bright eyes were irresistibly charming sparking under the night sky.

You didn’t know how long you were staring at him taking him in that he chuckled dropping his head. You smiled laughing away any awkwardness before turning to see what his surprise was.

“Oh god Chris” you gasped

For some time you would pass this treehouse that was old, run down and you barely paid any attention to it. But tonight it was entirely wrapped up in fairly light, weaving around the steps that lead to the door.

Candles adorned the now rustic looking treehouse, everything looked radiant, romantic almost like a painting situated perfectly in place with the stars twinkly as bright as the lights.

“Come on” he weaved his fingers through yours pulling you towards the stairs. Candles flickered inside the treehouse with blankets casually casing the tight space and pillows for padding for you both to sit on.

“What do you think?” He asked timidly taking a seat and patting the pillow next to him. You hoovered over him, looking down before straddling him

“I love it” you muttered wrapping your arms around his neck. He drew your hips in closer, you ran your hands through his hair. He pressed his forehead to your lips resting there for a little while. You bent down feeling his lips against your cheek brushing it lightly, that light touch made your body tremble.

“Are you sure you want to do this now” he breathed, you said nothing letting your lips graze the tip of his nose before brushing against his lips. “Y/N?” He traced the outline of your lips.

“Y/-“ You kissed him gently, carefully almost like you were answering his question without ever saying anything. But you didn’t want to be gentle, not tonight.

The candles around you seemed to burn brighter as you tongues mingled. You knotted your fists in his shift pulling him harder, tugging at the edges prompting him to pull his shirt off. He moaned softly, circling his arms around you.

You both fought for dominance clutching at pieces of clothing tearing them off in a moment of passion. Clumsily you both feel to the side tangled together, still kissing.

~~~

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[sammygvfslut]

i like you a latte | s. kiszka

Summary: Words cannot espresso how much you mean to Sammy Kiszka.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hey besties!!! this is my first ever sam fic, and i really hope you guys enjoy it! it’s super cheesy so beware of some tooth-rotting fluff ahead. any and all feedback is appreciated <3

Loud chattering and the sounds of espresso machines hissing and whistling filled the cafe. Every few seconds or so when a new customer walked in, a soft ringing above the door rang. Glancing at the clock, you sighed as it read 7am. Way too early for your liking. You wished to be back in bed under the covers with your cat Joey snuggling. Plus, the cold weather made it even harder for you to get out of bed every morning. Damn you, winter.

“Good morning.” A voice said suddenly, startling you as you slightly jumped. “Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there for a sec.”

Turning around at the voice, your heart fluttered and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “G-Good morning, Sam! Nope, didn’t scare me at all. I was just uh...focusing very hard and you caught me off guard.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, his own lips curving and flashing that beautiful grin. God, he made you melt. You took a quick chance to admire his appearance for the day, luscious brown locks pulled back into a low bun with a few stray pieces framing his face, and he wore a slightly oversized brown grandpa looking sweater. He exuded true fall energy today and all you wanted to do was snuggle with him watching a movie while sipping on hot chocolate. “Right. Focusing on what exactly? Staring at the register?”  

“S-Sure. Yes, the register.” Totally not him instead. “Um, I realized it turned off right now and my mind blanked to turn it back on.”

Sam placed a hand on your shoulder as he laughed, his touch leaving a wave of goosebumps to rise out of your skin. “You’re so cute. I’ll leave you to that then, but if you need help trying to get the register to turn back on again, let me know.” And with that, he sent you a wink and turned on his heel away to start on the customers orders.

Alright, alright. So maybe early shifts weren’t as bad as you thought thanks to your insanely charming co-worker. Sam and you had been working together for the past year, and almost instantly you started falling for him. He welcomed you with open arms and he was a great help when it came to your training. Your co-workers were nice too, but Sam took that extra step in making sure you were comfortable with what you were doing. If you made a mistake and were freaking out about it, he somehow knew the way to calm you down. He was too precious and good for this cruel world. And most of all, out of your league too.

With his dashing looks and amazing personality, you just knew there was no way he’d ever feel the same about you. Except, any time you’d voice that thought to any of your friends at work, they’d tell you you’re crazy and that he likes you too. Apparently they caught on to the signs more than you did, which wasn’t a shocker considering that you’d have no clue if a guy was interested in you unless he blatantly confessed. So, trying to figure out hints was completely pointless for you.

“Uh oh, she’s deep in thought,” one of your friends/co-workers, Danny, teased. He also happened to be Sam’s best friend, and current band mate since the pair are in a band with Sam’s older twin brothers. “I bet I can guess what, or who you were thinking about.”

“Don’t even say it,” you warned with a finger, “He’s literally four feet away from us—”

“So?” Danny rolled her eyes with his arms folded. “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? Come on, it’s been almost a year now. What’s the worst that can happen if you confess?”

“He can hear me.” You stared blankly at him, shaking your head. “Absolutely not though, Danny. I will not embarrass myself from the humiliation I’d have to face from his rejection.”

Danny groaned frustratedly, placing his hands on both your shoulders and shaking them. “You’re so hopeless! Y/N, how many times do the guys and I have to tell you he likes you too!” He raised his voice a little louder than necessary which accidentally caught the attention of almost everyone in the cafe. Sam included unfortunately. Danny’s eyes widened, silently cursing under his breath. “Carry on, everyone.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Danny wasn’t lying when he mentioned about the guys agreeing that Sam likes you too. Every time you came over Josh’s apartment and Sam was there he’d find any little excuse to have his arm around you or teasing you constantly. You’d shake it off that he was just treating you like a friend would, but of course the guys would disagree with you.

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Danny told you sternly, “But for now, and don’t make it obvious, but Sam’s looking at you.” A mischievous grin spread across his face as he winked and stepped to the next register before greeting a new customer and taking their order.

Heart pounding out of your chest, you slowly looked over your shoulder in Sam’s direction. You saw his head quickly turn and finish off the drink in front of him. Your cheeks burned at this and tried taking deep, slow breaths to calm yourself down. Didn’t work much, but as a new customer waved and told you their order, your breathing turned back to normal.

On the other end of the counter, Sam was currently freaking the hell out from what he heard a few minutes ago between you and Danny. He didn’t mean to, but he also wasn’t that far from either of you. Plus, Danny wasn’t the best at keeping his voice low. He had a strong feeling he knew you were talking about him, and for that reason alone he overflowed the cup he was pouring into and made a mess. He cursed under his breath and wiped his hands on his apron, shaking his head.

You caught sight of this and rushed to his side, grabbing a cloth from under the sink and started wiping the sticky counter. Sam was certain his cheeks were tomato red from his embarrassment, making a complete fool of himself for not paying attention to what he was doing. More so focusing on your conversation and your damn smile from earlier. You weren’t the only one here with a crush.

“T-Thanks, Y/N.” Sam chuckled nervously, throwing the cup in the trash and tossing the drink pitcher he held in the sink. “I’m normally not this much of a dumbass.”

“I’m not too sure about that one, Kiszka.” You teased lightly with a grin. “It happens, don’t worry,” you assured. “I’m just glad it was cold tea you spilled and not steaming coffee. I’d hate for you to get a third degree burn. That happened to me once, don’t recommend it.”

“Didn’t I drive you to the hospital for that?” he asked. “I think that might’ve happened a few months ago.”

Your eyes widened at the memory. “Oh shit, you’re right. God, I’m still so sorry I had to drag you into that.”

Sam shook his head, lips curving and cheeks no longer flushed. “For the hundredth time, stop apologizing about that, Y/N. You know you can count on me for anything, so of course I didn’t mind driving you to the hospital. I remember even blasting some ABBA on the way over there so you’d have something else to focus on instead of the pain you endured.”

You smiled at the memory. “Didn’t we also go out for ice cream afterwards?”

He nodded, lightly rubbing his arm. “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I mean, I always have fun when I’m with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his last few words, blinking slowly. “O-Oh.”

Oh? That’s all you have to say? Nice one, Y/N.

Sam’s heart dropped. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t talking about him after all. Maybe it was Danny or one of his brothers that you had a crush on and he was mistaken about it. He wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole right about now. Being anywhere but here sounded splendid to him.

“Y-Y/N, I—“

“Ihavefunwhenimwithyoutoo,” you muttered all too quickly, and poor Sam barely even understood what you said. He didn’t have the chance to ask you to repeat yourself because you quickly walked away to the back and he was left with a tug at his chest, frowning.

Within the next few days after Sam’s tea spill, literally, things between you and him became...awkward. Something went off in him to become even more clumsy than normal and forget everything he’s ever known when you’re near him. He’d get flustered, stuttering a lot, messing up orders, dropping dishes, and nearly tripping all the time. He hated it so much and wished he could just muster up the courage and apologize for being such an idiot and confess his feelings to you. Even during your hangouts with the guys, Sam and you wouldn’t interact as much and honestly you were well aware you were being super childish and immature about the situation. Sam did too, and he needed to snap the fuck out of it.

The next few days at work Sam would ignore Danny’s little side comments about his immaturity and continued working in silence. For the rest of his shift he didn’t talk much to anyone other than the customers. He wanted to talk to you when he had the chance, but then he’d quickly back out and walk the opposite direction.

He couldn’t figure out why it was so futile for him to just grow a sack and tell you he likes you. He’d never gone through this struggle before. Then again, as cheesy as it sounded, the other girls he’d asked out in the past couldn’t compare to you. Never in a million years, and maybe he was too afraid that he didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

Nearing closing that same day, it was only you, Sam, and Danny. The flow of customers died down and not many people came in towards the end of the night which you were grateful for. It finally gave you the chance to relax a bit and start cleaning things up ahead of time so you wouldn’t have to stay after. Joey and a nice warm bath were waiting for you at home.

While Sam decided on working the register and you and Danny would clean, he grabbed your arm and led you into the back.

“What are you two still doing not dating each other or talking?! It’s been way too long now, Y/N. And since it’s only us three tonight, you have no other choice. Come on, I know you can’t take this any longer, and he can’t either. I can take over the register for a bit while you and him talk.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating his offering. As incredibly thankful as you were for his help, you were also scared shitless of the possible outcome. Perhaps it was finally time though that you say fuck it and say what you needed to. You couldn’t go on for any longer to keep your feelings bottled up inside. Maybe, just maybe he might feel the same way, and by God you hoped that would be the case.

Inhaling, you nodded slowly and made your way back to where you were. Your eyes searched for Sam and saw he was busy making a drink, except there was no one else here besides you, him and Danny. It could’ve been a drink for him, so you shrugged this off and went towards the sink to start washing the dishes.

A few moments later, Sam cleared his throat from behind you. “H-Hey Y/N, so um, I know the créme brûlée latte is your favorite, and I thought I’d make you one. You seemed really stressed and busy today and I wanted to try to cheer you up. I hope that’s okay.”

Your heart swelled at his generosity and your cheeks burned as you felt his gaze burning into you, his palms soaking from nervousness. “Sam, you didn’t have to do that for me.”

He shrugged casually, a small smile on his lips and his cheeks tinted a light pink. “It’s okay, I wanted to. And I uh, tried my best on the art. Hope you like it.”

Raising a brow, your gaze dropped on your cup and your eyes widened as you saw what he was referring to. A small coffee cup with the words I like you a latte around it.

“It’s true,” Sam chewed on his bottom lip while running his fingers through his hair. “I really like you Y/N, and I’m so sorry for acting like such an idiot these last few days around you. I don’t know what came over me, and I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you much either.”

Setting your cup on the counter, you took a step closer to him and cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb softly against his soft skin. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Sam. I’m sorry for not talking to you too, as well as for making a fool of myself. I tend to do that around someone I like.”

Finally, the realization dawned on Sam as a wide grin pulled at his lips. “Glad we’re on the same boat.”

“I-Is it alright if I kiss you?” he asked shyly, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

You giggled. “You don’t even have to ask, loverboy.” You playfully rolled your eyes and cupped his other cheek before connecting his lips with yours.

A smirk pulled at Danny’s lips as he glanced at the two of you, shaking his head. Josh and Jake owed him $20 now. 

It was about damn time that Sam and you finally espresso’d your love for each other. 

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