#hi hi I’m sorry for going off about dolls at 4am I can’t sleep and I’m scrolling on YouTube to find something to watch (I’m failing) and

[deityofhearts]

not to be a hater but does anyone else kinda not like the monster high skillector dolls where they reimagine characters like elvira, chucky and tiffany, annabelle, etc?

[wintersoldiersoul]

Hi.

Saw you are taking requests.

I got shingles the weekend close to my birthday, i confuse it with allergy because i am allergic to basically anything and then on my 24th birthday i got that it was actually shingles, doctor told me that my immune system went down and that is why i got it. Before that i was under so much stress because of work that i developed burn out and had to quit my job (literally spent months, weeks of my life visiting the emergency ward because i kept getting sick due to stress and burn out) probably that Triggered the shingles.

Could you write something with Bucky in which the reader suffers similar sh**? I just need comfort from my fave character 😭

If you dont feel comfortable is fine, i understand 😁

KUDOS!

I'm so sorry you went through that! I hope you are much better now. I tried to make this as medically accurate as possible (I texted my friend in med school LOL) but I am definitely not a doctor so if some stuff isn't accurate, just pretend it is.

You threw your hair up into a ponytail to get it out of your face. Hours slumped over at your desk weren't doing any favors. You grabbed the energy drink and chugged it to prevent your eyes from closing. You were almost done with this assignment. Just a little bit longer, you told yourself. 

Working full time and being a grad student was taking a toll on you. You spent every day from 9-5 in your office and every night from 6-10 in classes. You crammed homework in anywhere you could, which often meant staying up most of the night. It was approaching 4am, now. 

The office door creaked open and Bucky strolled in, sleep still filling his eyes. “Baby,” he sighed. “Come to bed.” He had woken up and the bed was cold without you beside him. He walked over to you, kissing your forehead.

“Can’t,” you mumbled without looking up from your computer.

“You gotta get some sleep, darlin’.”

You sneezed, still typing away. “I’m fi-” your words were interrupted by another sneeze.

Bucky stood, looking at you with a stern expression. “Well look at that. You’re getting sick.” 

You waved your hand. “No, I’m not. It’s just allergies,” you said, sniffling. “You know this time of year is bad.” The past few months, you had been sick on and off multiple times. A cold, a small fever, you were sick more than you weren’t. 

“Honey, please just get some sleep. You haven’t slept in days.” He was practically begging. He knew how much stress you were under and getting no sleep wasn’t going to help. He was extremely worried about you.

“Just give me 10 more minutes, okay?” You compromised.

“Fine. But I’m sitting right here and setting a timer. The second it goes off, I’m carrying you to bed.”

He did exactly that, throwing you over his shoulder when you didn’t get up immediately at the ring of his phone. Despite the intense amounts of caffeine you had consumed, you fell asleep the second your head hit the pillow.

Bucky woke up before you the next morning, smiling at your sleeping form. Your hair was sprawled over your face and he gently pushed it away to kiss your cheek. But as soon as he moved the strands, he noticed that your cheeks were flushed. He put the back of his flesh hand on your skin. Heat radiated off of your face before he even touched you. You were definitely sick.

He got up, being careful not to wake you. He left the bedroom returning a few minutes later with water, Advil, and a thermometer. You groaned as your alarm rang, sending shooting pains into your skull. You groaned, opening your eyes. You felt like absolute shit. Your whole body ached, your throat was on fire, and even your skin hurt.

“You’re sick.” Bucky stated, as if he was informing you.

“Yeah, I can tell,” you retorted, wincing at the pain in every cell of your body. He smiled softly, brushing your hair behind your ears. 

“I got you some water and Advil. Can I take your temperature, doll?”

You nodded and he put the thermometer under your tongue. He looked it, eyes widening. “Shit baby, that’s not good. Your temp is 102.8. How do you feel?”

“Horrible,” you pouted.

He sighed. “I’m not surprised. That’s a really high fever, baby. I think we should go to the doctor.”

You groaned, not wanting to move. You felt so horrible that the thought of having to get up and out of bed was a nightmare. You felt like you couldn’t stay awake, eyes closing no matter how hard you tried to keep them open. “Can’t move,” you whispered, coughing slightly. “My whole body hurts so much. Just wanna sleep.”

Bucky didn’t know what to do. In his mind, sickness meant calling a doctor. He had spent so many years worrying about Steve back in the 40s, sitting with him while he got looked at. He still wasn’t used to how things were today. The google search he did on his phone told him that if your fever went above 103, to take you to the hospital. In his opinion, you were close enough that he wanted to rush you there right now, but he could see how exhausted you were.

“Alright, rest for now. But if it gets worse we’re going to the hospital.” You didn’t even hear him as you had already fallen back to sleep.

You woke up in a daze, cold sweat clinging to your body. You were shivering aggressively, shaking the entire bed. “Babe?” Bucky said, noticing you were awake. “You cold?”

You nodded, teeth chattering. He quickly grabbed you another blanket, wrapping you up like a burrito. He wrapped his arms around you, hoping that his body heat would help, too. One of the major perks of dating a super soldier was that the chances of getting him sick were very slim. He held you as close as possible, trying to keep you warm. “Oh, honey,” he whispered, voice dripping with sympathy.

 “Can you take your temperature again for me?” He asked after your shivering had subsided a little bit. You put the thermometer back in your mouth, waiting for the beep. Bucky took it from you, heart stopping as he looked. “I know you don’t wanna move, but we gotta go to the ER. You’re at 103.6. That’s really really bad.”

You groaned. You felt so horrible, his words barely even registered in your mind. He picked you up and carried you to the car, whispering words of encouragement along the way. You closed your eyes again, finding it physically impossible to stay awake. Bucky held your hand the entire car ride before picking you up and carrying you into the ER. He let you sleep as you waited, positioning your head on his shoulder. He constantly watched you to make sure you were still breathing. He didn’t wanna wake you until he absolutely had to.

When you were finally called in, he shook you gently. “Can you walk?” He asked. You weakly nodded and he helped you to your feet letting you lean on his body as you went to the exam room.

The doctor hooked you up to an IV immediately to hydrate your sick body as they examined you.

“How have you been sleeping?” She asked you.

“Um, not great,” you answered, voice sounding raspy. “I’ve been under a lot of stress.”

“She hasn’t slept in a week,” Bucky interjected. “She’s been getting sick a lot these past few months since she started grad school.”

The doctor nodded. “Okay that’s very good to know.” She proceeded to ask you a few more questions and then said, “Did you have chicken-pox as a kid?”

You nodded. “Yeah. When I was 5.”

She carefully rolled up your shirt, revealing a rash on your side. “It looks like you have shingles. The stress you’ve been under seems to have weakened your immune system which is why you’ve been getting sick so much. It makes sense that with all of that the virus would come back now.”

Bucky held your hand. He was relieved that you had a diagnosis but of course he was terrified. Back in his time, that would have been a death sentence. “Is she gonna be okay?”

“I’ll be fine, Buck,” you answered. 

“Yes,” the doctor agreed. “We’re gonna keep her here for at least tonight because your fever is so high. But you will be okay.”

Bucky exhaled. “Oh, thank god.”

“Can I go to sleep now?” You asked the doctor. You were so exhausted.

“Yes. I’ll let you rest,” she smiled before leaving the room.

“I’m so sorry you feel so shitty,” Bucky said, holding your hand. “Will this make you take it easy?”

“I don’t know what I can do to change anything,” you said with tear filled eyes. “Literally the only time I have to get things done is in the middle of the night.”

He looked into your eyes. He wanted to help you so badly that his heart ached. He wanted you to be happy and healthy. “What if you quit your job?” He suggested. “You only took this as a temporary thing anyway. I know you don’t wanna stay there when you’re done with school.”

“I can’t not have a job, Bucky,” you argued.

“Baby,” he looked in your eyes. “Do you have any clue how much the Avengers pay me?” He smirked. “Trust me, you don’t need a job.” You opened your mouth to argue, ready to tell him that you didn’t need his money. “I know you’re your own person and you can make your own money. And one day, with that brain, you will make so much all on your own. But baby, you’re drowning. You’ve been sick more days than not the past few months. Please, let me take care of you. Just for a bit. I’d never tell you what to do and if you really wanna stay, you can. But you’re killing yourself, darling. And I can’t just sit back and watch as it happens. Just think about it. Please.”

You lazily smiled. “Okay. I’ll think about it. But not right now. Right now, I need to sleep.”

He stroked your hair and kissed your forehead. “Go to sleep, my love. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” 

[navalcriminalimagines]

request by @batnervousdazecollector: Hiii🥰I hope you’re doing gewddd hehe. So I’ve never made a request or suggestion for a fix but this literally keeps me up at night now, but I heard the song and immediately thought of sonny. Could you maybe do a fic based on driver’s license-Olivia Rodrigo? 😇🙏🏽please and thank you

words: 1,583

Drivers license

“Doll, you have thirty minutes to pack a bag. I have the week off, we’re going on that road trip we talked about,”

Most beautiful week in your 25 years of life. People would tell you “You’re young, you still have so much to live.” But they don’t know, they don’t understand. That week with Sonny was everything you ever dreamt about. Driving across the east coast, sleeping in the old van he rented, stopping to the most amazing point of view on the ocean. For an entire week, it was just you and him. Nothing more, nothing less. And it was perfect. That’s something nobody can take away from you.

You wished time would have stopped during this week. You wished that you never had to come back and face the reality. That’s why you still looked at those pictures you and Sonny took during that trip and fall asleep, every night, remembering all of those precious moments. From the moment you got into the plane and held his hand firmly since you were scared, to the last night when you passionately made love under the stars. The times he made you drive although you had no idea what you were doing, swimming in the ocean, watching a ridiculous movie in the van as it was raining outside, taking hours to befriend a deer, singing until your voices were off…

But now, you’re falling asleep alone, crying, remembering this week and the entire year you dated Sonny. Again, you fought with your friends tonight. They are tired of listening to you talking about him. After the breakup, they were very supportive, they helped you in every way they can, but it’s been a year now, and they just want you to get over him for good. You can’t. Cause they'll never know him the way that you do.

Sonny got home late that night. He was working on a tough case and he spent hours going through surveillance videos. He was tired, worn down, with a killer headache. All he wanted to do was join you into bed and hold you close to him. But to his surprise, you were still up. You were sitting on the couch, with your computer on your lap. The tv was on but he could tell you weren’t watching it. He kissed your forehead softly but you didn’t react. “It’s 2am babe, let’s go to bed,” he said.

“Nah, I’m good,” you answered.

You obviously were in a bad mood, but he couldn’t deal with it right now. He told you he was going to take a shower. You figured he would come back after but instead, you heard him going to bed. Angry, you stood up and walked to the bedroom. “Seriously, Dominick?”

“What?” His face was buried in his pillow.

“You’re going to bed and just—leave me like that?”

He growled and sat up on the bed. “Like what, Y/N? It’s always the same. When I come home late at night, you’re mad because I missed a night out with your friends, or I just wasn’t there. I have a job, and I’m very exhausted right now. I really don’t want to do this,”

“Well, I do. Cause you got it wrong tonight. I didn't have my driver’s license. Again,”

“You’ll get it next time, okay?”

“Is that everything you have to say? You know how important it is to me!”

“Y/N, there’s far more important things in this world then your fucking drivers license! Women are raped, they get killed. Trust me, they wish their driver’s license was the only problem they had!”

You know you messed up. He wouldn’t have broken up with you if you’ve acted differently. But he was your first real boyfriend, you were new to this and you didn’t know how to handle it. You should have been more attentive with him, more caring. And not stupidly jealous and selfish.

“Sorry I’m late babe. Amanda needed help with Jesse,” he peeked your lips and sat across you.

“Could’ve given me a heads up, Dom. I’ve been waiting here for an hour, all by myself,”

“I know, I’m sorry! I didn’t have time to pick me my phone,”

“Sure. Because you were too busy with Jesse—or maybe with Amanda,” you muttered.

“Don’t—don’t do this again, Y/N,”

“Why not? You always put her first!”

“I do not. But she has a baby, and a full time job as a detective. She’s my friend, I’m here for her. That’s it,”

“‘Your friend’, right.”

“Quit it, Y/N! I’m not cheating on you with Amanda, or with anyone else for that matter. It’s hurtful that you don’t trust me,”

You should have trusted him. He deserved it. He did everything he could to make you happy. The man was a full time detective, he took night school at Fordham Law, and he still managed to take care of everyone around him. The world needs more of Dominick Carisi Jr, but the world doesn’t deserve Dominick Carisi Jr.

Neither do you.

But still. You finally got your driver’s license and all you wanted to do was to call Sonny and tell him the good news. Driving has always been a big issue for you and you know, you wouldn’t have done it without him.

“Do you mind me asking you a question?” He asked.

“Shot,”

“Why don’t you have your driver's license? No judgment, I’m just very curious,”

It took a moment to finally tell him everything. “We had a car accident when I was 7. A very bad car accident. My father died, my mother was severely injured and I—I was paralyzed for years,”

“Your body aches when it’s very cold outside, is it—?”

“Yes, it’s because of it. My doc still tells me I should live somewhere warmer,” you paused. “After that, I couldn’t get into a car at all. With therapy I beat that fear and I was still very nervous, I would get panic attacks. Then, I managed to be comfortable but only with people I trust. Now, I’m okay with cars but not in the driver seat,”

Sonny helped you with that. More than he will ever know. Especially during that road trip you two had. It was the first time you sat in a driver seat and drove a little without having a panic attack. It took you two more years, but you finally got your driver’s license and now you drive alone past his street.

Is he happy now? Is he dating her and raising her children? You found out months ago she had another baby. Was this baby Sonny’s? You had so many questions and no answers.

“Dom,

I got my driver’s license last week. It felt good at first, I was so proud of myself… but now it’s bittersweet. You’re not here. I can’t drive to your home. I can’t invite you to a road trip. Or even just a little ride. I wish I could, just one time, as a thank you. I wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for you. You gave me the strength and confidence. You are a true diamond in this world and I will never get over the fact I let you go. I should have fought. Fought for you, for us. But it’s too late, right? We weren’t perfect but I never felt this way for no one. I hope you’re happy where you are. Happy with your life, but a part of me can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone. I could never.

Forever yours,

Y/N.”

What do you have to lose? You pulled over in his street, took a moment to breathe and you got out off your car. The letter in your hand, you walked to his building, entered the code and got in. It’s 4am, it’s dark, empty and very quiet. What are you doing? This is the stupidest thing ever. The worst idea in the history of ideas.

But still, you put the letter in his mailbox and left. You had nothing left to lose anyway.

He said forever, now you drive alone past his street.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” You asked, as your head was resting on his chest.

“I—I used to, but I guess I stopped at some point,”

“Why?” You lift your head to look at his beautiful blue eyes.

“I’m 35, not married, no kids. Speak for itself,”

“Hmm,” you put your head where it was before. “But—I’m here now,” you said without any confidence.

“Indeed, you are,” Sonny squeezed you tighter to his chest. “Didn’t say I couldn’t believe in it again,” he kissed your hair. He felt you were smiling against his skin.

“I like to think that—we all have that one special person, you know? It doesn’t mean it always works out. You may not be the special person to your special person. But I think we all have that person you’ll never forget, no matter what,” Sonny was listening intensely to what you were saying. It makes sense, maybe you’re right. “You’re my special person, Dominick,” you concluded.

Maybe this was the most beautiful declaration of love Sonny never got. And in that moment, he got carried away. He grabbed your chin with his fingers and made you lift your head to face him. “Forever, then,” he said before kissing you deeply.

He said forever. But he never said you were his special person.

[stripper-patrick]

Speak to me 🤫 Chris Evans

Warnings: smut, language, daddy kink, straight up nastiness, choking, reverse cowgirl, spanking, dirty talk, silent treatment, dom!Chris, eating cat from da back, heel fetish, daddy kink

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou @eclecticblkgirl

Relationship: Chris Evans x black plus sized reader

“Hello” Chris pulls out his iPhone answering the incoming call “hey Scott what’s up” I’m laying on the bed on my phone when I perk up hearing Chris say “yea I’m free” this bastard

“No the hell you aren’t” I sit up crossing my legs

“Yea that sounds great I’ll meet you there” he looks at me, my face is painted with anger and frustration. I’ve been trying to plan this dinner with him at this new restaurant called Yard House but they’ve been booked since they first opened. Now tonight when I finally get us a reservation he makes plans with his brother. He got me fucked up.

Chris hangs up and I turn my head waiting for an explanation “honey I’m sorry but it’s Scott”

“Are you deadass? I told you I couldn’t get ahold of this restaurant for weeks and the second I make us a reservation you go and agree to plans with your brother” I’m furious at the moment “you know what go head”

“Y/N”

“Go” I yell. He sighs rubbing his eyes as I turn around going back on my phone. Chris leaves the room and I groan. I proceed to the shower turning it on rolling my eyes. The hot water runs down my back ultimately giving me time to think.

....

I’m woken up to the front door opening and shutting. I grab my phone seeing the picture of Chris flash on my lock screen and the time reads back 4am. I have 4 messages and 5 phone calls all from him. The door opens and I can see the tall figure moving around shimmying off his clothes.

“Hey babe” I roll my eyes turning on my stomach clutching the pillow. I hear a deep sigh come from Chris’ mouth “baby girl I’m sorry I know how important that dinner was to you” He slides in the bed next to me and his hand rests on my butt but I’m quick to move it “don’t touch me” I scoot closer to the edge closing my eyes hearing one last sigh before I drift to sleep.

....

The sun bleeds into the room brightening it up causing me to open my eyes. I get up and go to the bathroom doing my business and completing my morning facial routine. Washing my face, moisturizer, and toner. I walk out the bathroom and slip into some leggings, and a low cut crop top. I have a nail appointment today and I’m debating on making him pay just for fucking with me but I can’t allow myself to do that.

I step out of the room, the bright sun illuminating the hallway and I descend downstairs where I smell bacon and waffles cooking. I go into the kitchen crossing my arms watching him put strawberries in the batter. My favorite.

“Morning princess” I mumble sitting at the island and he sets a plate in front of me. His pretty blue eyes bore into mine just silently begging me to say something

“I’m sorry how many times do I have to say it?” He asks. I cut up my waffles and pour syrup on them without even glancing his way. I know this is torturing him. To go from talking and laughing one day to not speaking at all is destroying him especially when we live in the same household. I take a bite of the warm breakfast almost moaning at the taste. Damn he put his foot in these. “Why are you all dressed up?”

“Nails” I huff

“Ah I’m going with you”

“No you’re not”

“I am and I’m paying for them and while we’re at it we can go to the mall” I roll my eyes and he smirks sitting next to me digging into his plate “what will it take for you to speak to me baby doll. I’ll do anything” a smirk appears on my lips but I keep quiet.

“You know what fine” the rest of the breakfast is filled with silence and he takes my plate cleaning it.

I sit on the couch flipping through channels as Chris disappears upstairs. Finally some peace and quiet. The tv gets boring so I turn it off and go on my phone. After about 20 minutes of scrolling I look at the time seeing I should bust a move if I wanna make it to the nail salon on time.

I stand up and walk to the door leaving. I get into my car turning on the air immediately. Chris jogs out and opens the driver door “what are you doing?” I question

“Get out”

“I don’t have time for this I’m gonna be late then I have to pay a late fee”

“Get. Out” I huff taking off my seatbelt and getting out the car. Chris gets in the drivers seat and nudges too the passenger seat “you aren’t going with me”

“Y/N I won’t tell you again” his deep voice sends a heartbeat to my core but I can’t fold like this. I groan stomping to the passenger side. He gets out opening the door for me and I swing my legs inside as he shuts it. Chris gets back in the drivers seat and putting his seatbelt on before pulling off.

...

After getting my NAILS done we ended up at the mall but I still haven’t said one word to him. I’ve kept to myself and haven’t touched him or even looked his way. This may seem extensive but he needs to understand that I deserve some time with him as well. “Babydoll lets go in here” swinging his bags in his hand he takes me in the Louis Vuitton store. I set my eyes on this beautiful bag and I see some shoes I adore.

“I’m gonna step out real fast here” he hands me his credit card and I snatch it. I’ll teach his ass a lesson. I grab the bag and the shoes in my size taking them to the register. I use his card to pay for the stuff then head across the way to Prada where I find another gorgeous purse. I grab that but I don’t see anything else I want so I just check that out. The next store I walk to is Dior where I see some cute blue and orange slides and a beautiful gold necklace. The problem is it’s 2,000 dollars and I’ve already spent at least a grand. I think about Chris and he would be somewhat upset but I’m upset at the moment so he’ll be fine.

I grab the necklace and shoes taking them to the register. I use his card and the transaction completes. The woman hands me my bags and I smile thanking her. I walk out of the store and see Chris coming back. Poker face is on.

“I got a call from the bank saying my card was nearly shut off because they thought someone stole it. You spent about 10 grand”

“Oops” I stand up and he takes all my bags from me.

“It’s time to go let’s go” I stand my ground folding my arms again

“I wanna keep shopping”

“Any other day would’ve been a smooth yes, anything to get you to talk to me but today is not the day. Let’s. Go” he says sternly

“No” Chris adjusts the bags on his arms and grabs me by my arm pulling me along outside. I let my arm go once we get in the car. He sets the bags in the trunk and I get in.

....

We get home and I walk through the double doors. He sets the bags in the living room and I go upstairs not allowing another word to be said. I strip down bare and get under the navy blue fitted sheets and comforter taking a deep breath before I feel myself drift to sleep.

...

I hear feet shuffling into the room and I see Chris dressed in a fitted black button, dark jeans, and Stacey Adams paired with a gold bracelet and a watch on his wrist. I notice he decorated my choker.

“princess” I’m still mad at him for last night and haven’t talked to him the whole day. I groan pushing my arms above my head stretching my limbs before swinging my legs off the bed letting them dangle. “Y/N get dressed and ready” he speaks again this time more stern. I’ll admit it turned me on. I stare at him and huff “Do you really wanna test my patience darling? Get dressed now”

“I’m not going anywhere with you” I cross my arms in a fit of rage breaking my silent streak and turn away from him. Chris wraps his hand around the back of my neck with a smirk. A smile spreads across my face “did it sound like I was asking? I’ve had enough of your bratty ass today”

I roll my eyes earning a slap to my ass “don’t roll your eyes at me just do as I say” I go into the closet figuring out what to wear. The wet spot in my panties has me tempted to take them off and go commando today in the warm autumn air. Temptation gets the best of me and I pull them off grabbing a short DRESS and some HEELS. I grab a jacket just in case it’s cold wherever we’re going. “Christopher where are we going”

“Don’t worry about it” he looks up at me and his jaw drops when he sees my dress. I sit at my vanity and start on a simple makeup look not really wanting to get too much into it tonight. I keep my curls the way they are as I finish everything.

“Ready?”

“Mhmm” I follow Chris hearing him sigh. I walk downstairs and he extends his arm helping me downstairs. I walk past him into the car in the passenger seat where I just sit. At this point I’m completely over the situation but he needs to learn his lesson. Chris gets in and starts the car and I look at him “where are we going”

He ignores me and I roll my eyes huffing. He sets his hand on my thigh and I leave it there. His hand creeps higher but that’s when I stop him “if you think you can get any of this tonight you got me fucked up”

“We’ll see about that”

....

Chris makes a right and I see the restaurant. I’m very confused as to why we’re here. He pulls into a parking spot and gets out. Chris opens the door for me and at this point I’m curious as to what he’s got going on. I see a long ass line of people waiting outside.

“I’m not interested in waiting in line”

“That’s a good thing you don’t have to” he shuts and locks the car door walking up with me. We walk through the doors and immediately the host recognizes him “Mr. Evans right this way”

We walk through the crowd of people into our own little section with a dim light and a table for 2. “How did you do this?”

“I bought it. Now can you stop being mad at me it’s torturing”

“Maybe” he pulls out my chair for me and I sit watching him the seat in front of me.

“I’m sorry babydoll I was inconsiderate to how much effort you put into getting us a reservation” he says

“Truth he told I stopped being mad after I ran up your card but I kept my poker face”

“Well you’re pretty damn good at it” the waitress comes over and is star struck at the Chris Evans sitting right in front of her.

“Hello my name is Tiara what can I get you guys started off with?”

“Lemme get a coors and” he looks at me “a white wine?” I nod and she writes it down flashing him a big smile before leaving to put in our drinks. “Clearly you have a fan”

“I see but she’s not important right now. You are and if you think you can pull some shit on me like that again you’ve clearly got me fucked up”

“Oohhh the spicy white is coming out. I like it” the waitress comes back with our drinks and we order the food.

....

We’ve finished dinner and Chris pays the bill. The waitress is standing there and I’ve noticed her shirt is undone a little more than usual as in I can see her purple lace bra and I know Chris can see it too.

He fishes out a 20 from his pocket handing it to her and I watch her slip it in her bra. My jaw drops as she winks at him completely stepping over boundaries.

“Excuse me” she averts her attention to me and I’m start to shake. That’s how mad I am. “Try that shit again with my man and I promise you’ll be missing a couple teeth and a job”

Her eyes go wide and she leaves without saying anything else. Chris has his bottom lip tucked in between his perfect teeth with a smirk pulled against his lips.

“You’re so sexy when you’re mad”

“Yea whatever” I shake my head

“Do me a favor” I listen waiting for his request “take off your panties”

“It’s funny that you think I’m wearing any” his blue eyes turn dark as he nods

“That ass is mine” he laughs. The waitress comes back with a small white cake. Nothing special written on it or anything. I spin it around trying to find something then I look at Chris who had a cheeky smile on his face.

“Cut into it” I grab a knife and cut into the cake revealing a blue matte box. I look at him and grab the box opening it. I see a beautiful ring and engraved inside of the box is: ‘Will You Marry Me?’ A flood of emotions drowns me and now I’m sitting here crying.

“Stop playing Christopher” I say

“Y/N I want you to make me the happiest man alive” he takes the ring and slides it on my finger

“Is this why you left me today?” He nods smiling

“I can’t see myself without you” he whispers “so what do you say?”

“Yes yes yes a thousand times yes” I hug him and he holds me tight as more tears fall. I give him a nice kiss and he smiles holding me closer.

....

As soon as we hit the front door Chris’ hands are all over me. I open the door and he shuts it sliding my dress off my body to reveal I’m completely naked just as I said. I go to take off my heels but he stops me “leave them”

Chris picks me up with ease and something in the moment just told me to let him pick me up. In the year and a half we’ve been together I’ve never let him pick me up because of my size but tonight is different.

He takes me upstairs to our shared bedroom where he lays me down “I’m going to ruin you for what you put me through today”

I smile and he turns me around face down ass up “clearly you’re enjoying it more than I thought” he collects my wetness on the tip of his finger trailing it up to my clit rubbing torturously slow. I feel his large hands part my ass and his beard scratches me. I drop my face into the mattress feeling his tongue work inside of me while his fingers massage my clit. My arms stretch back and I pull on my heels holding my legs up and arching my back more. I hear Chris moan at my current position. I don’t know how much loner I can do this position cause I’m a big bitch and this shit hurts.

He stops eating me out and I hear his pants unzip then drop “keep that position baby doll” He pumps his dick and I feel his head push inside of me with ease. He fits the rest of his cock inside of me and replaces my hands on my heels with his. My hands extend above my head as he starts pounding me out making my body rock back and forth. My hands have a mind of their own gripping the sheets.

“You like that you little slut?” He spanks me and I cry out biting my lip “you’ve been such a bad girl” he keeps a tight grip on my hips holding me in place. I couldn’t run even if I really wanted to.

“Fuck daddy it’s too much” he chuckles maniacally

“Nah you keep playing with me” Chris pushes my back into a crazy arch pushing a little more of his weight on my butt. He continues pounding on me until my body is seizing and I’m crying out his name.

“That’s it you’re gonna be a mess by the time I’m finished with you” he moans still thrusting in me. He stops and pulls out leaving me empty and my cum dripping on my thighs.

“Ride me reverse” he lays next to me placing his hands behind his head and I grab his dick and swing my legs over his thick body. I guide him inside of me placing my hands on his calves bouncing my ass.

“Fuck” I moan. He smacks my behind and keeps a firm grip on my hips guiding me harder and faster. Chris wastes no time taking control pounding into me from below. His balls are slapping against my ass while he holds my wailing arms behind me keeping them steady. My jaw drops as he growls in an animalistic form. My breasts bounce as he continues torturing me.

“You’ve been a bad girl babydoll and I don’t appreciate it” he moans. I can see his piercing blue eyes through my hazy vision. I’m still sensitive from my last orgasm so I’m close already.

“Fuck daddy you’re gonna make me cum” I scream. My legs press together not sure whether to try to get away or sink further onto him.

He keeps going and just as I’m about to release Chris stops pumping altogether. He lifts me up putting me back on my hands and knees.

Chris enters me again but this time he grabs my hair pulls my back against his chest. Once he has me where he wants me, he envelops his hand around my throat squeezing the sides constricting air. He wraps his free arm around my breasts as he starts his fast rhythmic thrusting again. His moans are prominent in my ear as his hand on my breasts drop to my clit.

At this point I’m seeing stars and my moans are uncontrollable. My body trembles from being rocked into with each powerful thrust. My shaky hands hold onto his wrist leading to my clit as he kisses my cheek, shoulder, and neck. “You look like such a pretty slut taking my dick like this”

“Cum in me please” I beg. He lets go of my throat and grabs his belt nearby tying it around my hands. My hands are bound behind my back as he uses my arms to hold me as I’m leaned forward taking his dick.

“Cum with me Y/N I feel how close you are babydoll” he was right. I’m right on the edge when he gives me a good slap to my behind making my legs clamp together shaking tremendously. His name is all that I can call out making me see stars. “That’s my good girl oh shit” he lets out a string of curses and I feel my walls being painted in his children as he continues assaulting me in the best way possible.

Our juices collect around the base of his dick dripping on the sheets. As I drop my head completely spun. Chris extracts every drop inside of me before pulling out. He lays beside me with a smirk on his face pulling his belt off my hands “where the fuck did you learn how to tie me up with a belt”

“You’d be surprised what the Internet can teach you” he says “please don’t ignore me again” he lays on my bare chest

“Well don’t do any stupid shit again” I smile taking my fingers through his hair

[final-servamp-banter]

White Day Event: Youtarou

He’s cute :3 And has a lot of choice branches. And a long route.

Youtarou: Ah, hello? [Your name]?

Youtarou: Sorry for calling you so suddenly~ Do you have time tomorrow?

Youtarou: Tomorrow is White Day, isn’t it? Since I got Valentine’s Chocolate from you, I was wondering if you’d like to have some afternoon tea with me as a thank-you gift.

Youtarou: …… You have time? That’s great~! I’ll make a reservation at the restaurant!

Youtarou: I’m planning to pick a casual restaurant, so there’s no special dress code. Don’t worry about it and just come in your everyday clothes.

Youtarou: Ah, right! If possible… It might be best if you come without eating lunch first! If you have to eat it, make it a light lunch!

Youtarou: All right, see you tomorrow!

(He hangs up)

You: (… I wonder if I’ll be in London again when I wake up…)

~ 3/14 ~

Youtarou: [Your name], thanks for spending some time with me today! I’m glad we get to have tea together.

Youtarou: This is a casual restaurant, so you don’t have to get so worked up. But the tea and the snacks are both delicious! I come here with Gear from time to time!

Youtarou: You can get as many refills on sandwiches and scones as you want. That’s why I told you to only have a light lunch~

Youtarou: So, do you want some more?

You: (Well…)

Player Choices [Note: There’s a lot of splitting. I’ll mark when all the routes here merge into one, and I hope I managed to make it obvious which option belongs where]:

1. I’d like a scone

2. I’d like a sandwich

3. I’m fine for now

Option 1:

Youtarou: A scone, huh. I’ll take one, too.

Youtarou: … Ah, [Your name]. There’s some cream stuck to the corner of your mouth.

You: (Eh? There’s cream… How embarrassing…)

Player Choices:

1-1. Wipe the right side

1-2. Wipe the left side

[Both options lead to the same dialog]

Youtarou: … Ah, the other one, the other. I’ll wipe it off. Sorry, hold still…

Youtarou: … See, here.

Youtarou: All right, done. Scones are delicious if you eat them with a lot of clotted cream and jam, after all! So it happens that you’d get some on your face!

Youtarou: … Are you okay? You tensed up.

You: (… He wiped it off for me…)

Player Choices:

1-1. … I-I’m fine

1-2. … Th-Thank you

[Both options lead to the same dialog]

Youtarou: ……… Ah!! I-I’m sorry!! Of course you’d get startled if someone suddenly touches your mouth, right?! Ahhh, sorry! I-I Just…!

Youtarou: Ah, I-I’ll get some refills……! ……

You: (Even Youtarou-san…)

Player Choices:

1-1. You’re blushing…

1-2. You tensed up…

Option 1-1:

Youtarou: … D-Don’t look at me that much… I got embarrassed, too…

Youtarou: Ah, d-did you try these snacks? Th-They’re delicious!

Option 1-2:

Youtarou: Ah, d-did you try these snacks? Th-They’re delicious!

[Scone option merges with the rest after this]

------------------------------

Option 2 (“I’d like a sandwich”):

Youtarou: A sandwich? Which one, the ham sandwich, egg sandwich, or salmon sandwich?

You: (Uhm…)

Player Choices:

2-1. Ham

2-2. Egg

2-3. Salmon

Option 2-1:

Youtarou: The ham one? I’ll get one, too. They’re delicious, so I always end up eating too much.

Youtarou: Gear keeps getting refills for the ham sandwiches for ages. He may not look like it, but he eats a lot.

Youtarou: He eats his meal, and since sweets are his favorite food, he also eats a lot of dessert. If you take your eyes off him, he’ll finish eating in an instant. It’s downright funny.

Option 2-2:

Youtarou: The egg sandwich? I’ll take one, too.

Youtarou: I make egg sandwiches a lot, too~ On nice days, I’ll take one for lunch and go out.

Youtarou: There’s only few sunny days in London, but sometimes you can enjoy a deep blue sky. I’d love to go out with you next time that happens~

Option 2-3:

Youtarou: The salmon sandwich? I’ll go for that one, too.

Youtarou: Ah, did I tell you? I planned tonight’s main to be fish, too! The way it’s prepared is completely different, though.

[Sandwich option merges with the rest after this]

---------------------

Option 3 (“I’m fine for now”):

Youtarou: Really? All right, then let’s eat these sweets. This one might be caramel? And this is strawberry…

Youtarou: Mh! This strawberry macaron is delicious! You try it, too! I took a bite of it though!

You: (H-He’s holding it out to me…)

Player Choices:

3-1. Open your mouth

3-2. Hesitate

Option 3-1:

Youtarou: All right, say “ahh”.

Youtarou: So? Do you like it?

You: (*munch munch*)

Player Choices:

3-1-1. I-It’s delicious…

3-1-2. Th-This is embarrassing…

Option 3-1-1:

Youtarou: Right! And the scent of strawberries is so nice!

Option 3-1-2:

Youtarou: … Ah!! S-Sorry, I just…!

Youtarou: I-I did that… Haha, I’m getting embarrassed, too…!

Youtarou: I-I was so happy, please forgive me… Ahaha.

Option 3-2 (“Hesitate”):

Youtarou: … Ah!! S-Sorry, I just…!

Youtarou: I-I did that… Haha, I’m getting embarrassed, too…!

Youtarou: I-I was so happy, please forgive me… Ahaha.

[”I’m good” option merges with the rest after this]

----------------------

[Finally, all the choices above merge into one!]

Youtarou: … Ah, right. I brought you a White Day gift!

Youtarou: If you want it, I’d like you to have this.

You: (This is…)

Player Choices:

1. A pouch?

2. A stole?

Option 1:

Youtarou: Yeah. I could’ve also made you a sweater, but I thought it’d be good to give you something you can wear regardless of the season.

Option 2:

Youtarou: Yeah. It’s thin, so I thought it’d be perfect for the coming season.

[Rest is the same]

You: (Is this…)

Player Choices:

1. Did you make it?

2. Did you add some of Gear-san’s fur?

Option 1:

Youtarou: Yeah, I made it. I sell accessories, clothes and dolls like this in an internet store~

Youtarou Ah, that’s not one of the goods I sell there. I made if for you, so I’d be happy if you’d use it.

Option 2:

Youtarou: Ahaha, no, I didn’t! Gear’s fur is really powerful, even if I only weave in a tiny amount.

Youtarou: That has its good sides, but it can be dangerous, too. This is just a normal thing I made.

[Rest is the same]

You: (My White Day gift…)

1. Thank you

2. I’ll cherish it

[Both options lead to the same dialog]

Youtarou: You’re welcome! I’m glad if you’re happy about it.

You: (By the way, today…)

Player Choices:

1. What will we do after this?

2. What’s Gear-san doing?

Option 1:

Youtarou: Ah, I’ve made a reservation for dinner, too. Huh? You’re asking whether it’s a reservation for three people?

Youtarou: … Ahh, I see! On Valentine’s Day, we ate together with Gear, didn’t we?

Youtarou: You see~ Today, I tried making the reservation myself. There’s a delicious fish ‘n’ chips place. When you come to London, you’ve got to eat fish ‘n’ chips at least once, don’t you think?

Youtarou: So… We’ll have dinner just the two of us tonight. I’m a bit nervous.

Youtarou: … Though I say that, it’s not a formal place. It’s the restaurant I always go to.

Youtarou: For me, the best thing is being able to enjoy some calm, relaxing time with the people I care about.

Youtarou: [Your name], thank you for spending the day with me. Let’s leisurely spend our time together until the night.

Option 2:

Youtarou: Gear? I told him in advance that I’d be going out today, so I’d assume he’s doing what he wants on his own.

Youtarou: He said I didn’t have to wake him up in the morning, so I just let him sleep when I left this morning. I think he was up doing something until late yesterday, so he might still be asleep~

Youtarou: You know~ Recently, he’s been really into playing online games with someone. I wonder what he’s paying? It seems like he’s talking a lot on voice chat though.

Youtarou: I don’t do that kind of stuff often, so I don’t really understand it well~ I think you’re put into a team with someone online and then play? Maybe.

Youtarou: Sometimes he comes down into the kitchen in a really bad mood. I’m sure that’s when he was in a fight with the other players. He gets super irritated.

Youtarou: But since it’s through a screen, even someone like Gear can’t hit the opponent. Ahaha, so I figured it’s fine, and just let him do what he wants.

Youtarou: If they were to get into a fight face to face with Gear, they wouldn’t survive it~ If you confront Gear like that, he’s got a really short temper.

(His phone rings)

Youtarou: … Speak of the devil, I’m getting a call from Gear~ Sorry, hang on.

Youtarou: Hello? Gear? What’s wrong? …… You just woke up? You’re sleeping too much.

Youtarou: Dinner? I made a reservation to eat dinner with [your name]. Do you want to come, too?

Youtarou: Okay, got it. See you at 7.

Youtarou: … [Your name], I made a reservation at a fish ‘n’ chips restaurant for tonight’s dinner. Gear wants to come, too, is that okay?

Youtarou: I’d love to relax while talking to the both of you again. Just like Valentine’s Day!

[End]

------------------------------

T/N: Youtarou calls you at noon your time. Youtarou is in England, you are in Japan. Noon in Japan means 4AM in London. I’m not judging, my sleep schedule isn’t any better, I just wanted to mention that lmao.

Also, dude brings his knitting stuff to a date lmao. Like I’m aware it’s just, like, his avatar (like how Mahiru has Kitty Kuro with him), but several other characters like Jun, Toru, Misono, or Lily did get separate avatars for the White Day date, so...

[ID: Youtarou from Servamp, who’s standing while knitting a long scarf that’s partially wrapped around him. He has an extra pair of knitting needles in a little pouch on his hip.]

I love how when Gear talks about Youtarou he sounds like a proud dad, but when Youtarou talks about Gear he kinda sounds like a mildly exasperated older brother ashdakldhj

[vsquadgoals]

Ok hear me out 22,25 and 29 from the smut prompt list with Jeff please. Also I’m literally in love with everything you’ve written -🥺

22:  “You’ll be sore for days…”

25:  "Nothing better than a nice beard burn between your thighs."

29:  “Louder. I want him to hear you scream my name.”

Y/n just moved to LA about 2 months ago and until she can find an apartment she’s been saying with her best friend Zane, Zane just bought a house and he lives with his friends Matt and Todd and they had a spare room. Y/n, Zane and Heath all went to high school together and they convinced her to finally make the move to LA once her singing videos started taking off online. Once Y/n moved here the boys introduced her to the rest of their friends, she hit it off with them right away and they took her under their wing showing her around LA. She got closest with Matt and Jeff though she talked to both of them everyday and if she wasn’t with Zane or Heath she was with Jeff or Matt. The only difference was Y/n and Matt were just friends there wasn’t really an attraction for her there, but with Jeff she couldn’t keep her hands or eyes off of him and that’s what lead to them hooking up. Since she was new to LA she wasn’t really interested in dating anyone and her and Jeff were on the same page with that but they were definitely sleeping together. No one knew except Zane and Heath, she told them everything. 

The whole group was supposed to be going to Saddle ranch tonight so Y/n invited Jeff over since they both didn’t really drink she didn’t feel like going and babysitting the guys. Y/n was sitting on the couch with Matt while Todd and Zane got ready. “Come on Y/n you don’t want to go out with us?” Matt groans from the seat next to her. She shrugs and shakes her head turning her attention toward him. “Nah I don’t feel like going out tonight, Jeff’s gonna come over and were gonna order take out or something.” She said nonchalantly, it wasn’t odd for them to stay back no one usually thought anything of it, they managed to hide the fact that they’re hooking up from the rest of the group pretty well. Matt sighs and stands once the guys come out of their rooms. “Okay fine we’ll see you when we get back.” She smiles and nods standing up, Y/n kissed Matt’s cheek and hugs him. “Go have fun Matty, try to pick up some girls or something.” She teases before kissing Zane’s cheek and hugging Todd. “Bye guys be safe please.” Zane chuckles and nods. “Yeah we’ll try. Come on boys the uber is here.” The guys leave and shes finally alone. 

“Doll?” Jeff calls walking into the front door closing and locking it behind him. “I’m in my bedroom.” She yells from her bed scrolling through her phone. Jeff walks into her room closing that door behind him too. “You shouldn’t leave that door unlocked while you’re here alone.” He warns her kicking off his shoes and heading over to lay next to her on her bed. She rolls her eyes putting her phone on her nightstand. “You were coming I wasn’t worried.” She says shrugging before getting on top of him straddling his waist. Jeff hums noticing shes only in panties and a t-shirt. “Glad to see you were ready for me.” He mumbles and runs his hands up her shirt slipping it off over her head. “Well now this isn’t fair you’re wearing way more clothes then me.” She wines pulling his shirt off over his head and tugging on the waistband of his shorts. Jeff shakes his head. “Slow down Angel, we have plenty of time, I want to take care of you first.” Jeff flips them over y/n laying under him biting her lip, he pulls down her panties while kissing her lips, he runs his tongue over her bottom lip slowly before she opens her mouth slightly allowing his tongue entrance to tangle with hers. They kissed like this for awhile before he pulled away leaving her breathless, that boy can kiss, Jeff slowly kisses down her neck and chest stopping at her breasts, he takes one of her nipples in his mouth circling it with his tongue sucking hungrily. Jeff massages the other one with his hand twisting the nub in between his two fingers causing her to arch her back into his touch moaning. “Jeff.” She wines. “What angel?” he asks breathing against her hard nipple. “Stop teasing please.” She moans running her fingers through his hair pulling slightly. 

Jeff smirks and places himself between her thighs kissing and biting the silky skin around where shes dying for him to touch. Y/n wiggles trying to get him where she wants him, Jeff wraps his arms around her thighs holding her against the mattress. “Patience Angel.” he breaths before he licks between her folds causing her to moan loudly, thank god the guys were all out she would die if they heard her. Without missing a beat Jeff’s tongue starts lapping up her juices and circling her sensitive clit, She tastes so good Jeff can’t help but devour her moving his head from side to side licking her sloppily. Y/n is a moaning mess her fingers holding onto his hair tightly. Jeff pulls away slightly after slipping two fingers into her, he looks up at her smirking  "Nothing better than a nice beard burn between your thighs right Angel?” He asks before diving back in sucking on her clit, at this point her legs are shaking and shes ready to explode. “Jeff I’m gonna cum.” She moans grinding her hips against his face dying for release. “Cum on my fingers.” He mumbles against her folds pumping his fingers in and out of her faster and just like that shes cumming moaning his name at the top of her lungs pulling his hair. 

Jeff lays next to her smirking and licking his lips and fingers clean. “God you taste amazing.” Y/n leans over and kisses his lips before laying her head on his chest trying to catch her breath. “That was amazing.” Jeff wraps his arms around her and kisses the top of her head. “Come on lets watch a movie and order some food.” He says taking out his phone. 

It’s 12:30 AM when she hears someone coming toward her room, Jeff and her are watching a movie and cuddling not expecting anyone for a few more hours, usually everyone is out until almost 4AM, she gets up from her bed putting on her t-shirt and panties. There’s a soft knock on the door, “Y/n/n” Matt calls softly, Y/n cracks the door enough for her to stand in the doorway and Matt not see into the room and Jeff laying on her bed naked from the couple or rounds they already have gone. “Matty? What are you guys doing back so early?” She asks smiling softly at him, Jeff rolls his eyes, he likes Matt they’re friends and all but Matt is practically inlove with Y/n and she has no clue, but shes way out of his league. He could never handle her, she was a wild one. “It’s just me, I took an uber home, I had a lot to drink and I just wanted to come and see you.” Matt confesses his eyes darting between her eyes and her bare long legs. “Jeff is still here, we’re watching a movie, why don’t you get some water and go lay down in your room.” She suggests rubbing his arm smiling. “Can’t you tell him to leave? I wanna sleep with you tonight and cuddle.” He slurs trying to keep his voice down so Jeff doesn’t hear but fails because of how drunk he is, Y/n shakes her head. “Go to sleep Matt, we’ll hangout tomorrow okay?” She kisses his cheek and sends him on his way closing her bedroom door. Y/n lays back down next to Jeff. “Sorry about that.” She says a little embarrassed, Matt was never like that, sure they would watch movies together and cuddle on the couch but he’s never been in her bed before, she was confused. Jeff smirks and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, he wont remember it tomorrow.” He kisses her neck pulling her shirt off again. Y/n bites her lip once she sees his hard cock standing straight up again, she couldn’t believe he wanted to go again. 

“What about Matt?” She whispers once he is removing her panties again. “Don’t worry about him, like I said he wont remember anything tomorrow.” Jeff mumbles into her neck lining himself up with her entrance.  “You’ll be sore for days though Angel.” he promises before trusting into her roughly. He was gonna give Matt a show that’s for sure. He thrusts into her roughly pulling her legs over his shoulder. Y/n bit her lip hard trying to hold back her moans but it was getting harder with each rough hard thrust right against her g-spot. “Jeff.” She squeals arching her back biting her knuckles. Jeff grabs her hands pinning them over her head as he quickens his pace, she moans as her orgasm is already building  “Louder. I want him to hear you scream my name.” Jeff growls bucking his hips as hard as he can, he can feel that shes close, her legs are shaking and shes so tight around his throbbing cock. “Jefffffff!” She screams as she finally lets go cumming around his cock, Jeff moans and is following right behind her releasing into her thrusting sloppily a couple more times before pulling out and falling onto the bed next to her. “Fuck that was so hot.” He says breathlessly looking over at her flushed face smirking. “Poor Matt.” She giggles shaking her head at a smirking Jeff.  

A/n: Got a little carried away with this one haha 

[daydreaming-nerd]

Moon River (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Summary: Bucky has a nightmare and the reader hears him and comes to take care of him the only way she can think of.

Warnings: Nightmare, bucky has a panic attack, shy bucky, friends to lovers, tooth rotting fluff, like guys the end is so fluffy I can’t let me tell you this a feel good story. 

an: here’s an old draft I’ve been saving for a rainy day. It’s inspired by Moon River from Breakfast at Tiffany’s! Here’s the inspo for this whole fic. 

It was just another night at the tower. My bare feet padded across the cold hardwood floor towards the kitchen to fill up my water cup. As I was waiting for my glass to fill I looked out at the city lights. Most people prefer mountains and valleys but I’ve always preferred the twinkling lights on the black sky. 

As if on queue I heard a scream coming from one of the rooms. A scream that was so loud I could feel it go through my ears and down my spine causing my body to shudder.

I ran as fast as I could towards the rooms. It didn’t take me long to realize it was coming from Bucky’s room. When I threw open the door I expected at least a dozen intruders and one very injured Bucky, but instead I found him thrashing around in his bed screaming so loud his throat must feel like sand paper. 

I ran over to him and immediately tried to wake him up.

“Bucky! Bucky wake up!” I screamed shaking his shoulders. “BUCKY WAKE UP ITS JUST A DREAM!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

All of the sudden he woke up and before I could even ask him if he was okay he started to panic. Shaking and crying he latched onto me burying his head in my chest. His rapid breaths hitting the neckline of my tank top. 

I would be completely lying if it said I knew exactly what to do in this situation. I had never talked to Bucky before now. If it wasn’t for my close friendship with Steve I’m sure he wouldn’t even know my name. Never the less we were practically strangers, yet here he sat clinging to me like I was the first human he had seen in ten years. I thought hard and fast about what always relaxes me. I started by lying down on my back so he was lying on top of me. Immediately after my brain ran to a song from my favorite move and I figured there was no way I could make it any worse. As I begun to sing I ran my hand up and down his back in a soothing manner. 

Moon river, wider than a mile

I'm crossing you in style some day.

Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker

Wherever you're goin', I'm goin' your way

Two drifters, off to see the world

There's such a lot of world to see.

We're after the same rainbow's end, waitin' 'round the bend

My huckleberry friend, moon river, and me...

Almost as soon as it had all started it ended. Bucky sat fast asleep on top of me and I didn’t dare move. I would get up earlier in the morning to avoid the awkwardness. 

----------------------------

When I woke up the next morning I totally missed my mark. I sat in an empty bed where Bucky used to be. I sighed and walked out into the kitchen. There he was at the stove making scrambled eggs. My favorite mug was sitting on the counter filled with coffee. 

“Hi” Bucky said shyly turning around to put his eggs on a plate.

“Hi,” I said back. 

“I uh- I made you some coffee,” he said nodding towards my mug immediately casting his head down as if I were about to disapprove of the gesture.

“Thank you,” I said sitting down with it.

A silence ensued. Both of us knew what had happened last night but neither of us wanted to say anything. I wanted to tell him it was okay and that my heart went out to him. That he could always come to me. But the fact that we were still technically strangers silenced me. 

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be it happens to everyone,” I said.

“Not as frequently though,” he said sadly.

“Well don’t be ashamed, I know you don’t really know me but I’m always here for you if you need it,” 

“Thank you,” he said with a small smile.

I have to admit part of me hoped he would want to see me again.

--------------------------- 

The next time I heard from Bucky Barnes was when I got back from my run to find pink peonies sitting on my nightstand with a note scribbled in his handwriting.

I’m sorry again...thank you y/n.

-Bucky

I immediately changed and walked to the gym where I saw him training before I left. He has just finished up and was leaving.

“Thank you for the flowers,” I said.

“Oh-oh you’re welcome,” he said bashfully a red tint coming to his cheeks.

“I had to know,” I started “How did you know pink peonies were my favorite?” 

“I uh- I asked Steve,” He said scratching the back of his neck “Sorry thats probably really creepy” he added embarrassed. 

“No it’s not creepy, it’s sweet,” I said with a smile before walking towards the showers.

“Hey y/n can I ask you something?” Bucky said.

“Yes of course,”

“What was that song last night?” He said

“It’s called Moon River, it’s from my favorite movie Breakfast At Tiffany’s” I replied.

“Moon river,” he repeated to himself “I’ll remember that” he said walking towards his room.

---------------------------

I didn’t hear from Bucky for three days after that. I had assumed that all was well until one night I was woken up by F.R.I.D.A.Y around 4am 

“Miss l/n, it appears Mr. Barnes is in a high amount of distress. He is requesting your presence in his room.” 

I threw off my covers and ran straight to his room. When I got there I expected to see him in the middle of another bad dream but instead he just sat straight up on his bed still semi tucked into the covers wearing only an old pair of sweats. He let out a sniffle and when I sat down next to him I could tell that he had not slept since the last time I spoke to him. 

I reached my hand out to cup his face and he leaned into my touch and looked at me with the saddest eyes in the world. I got up and sat on his lap and pulled him into my chest thinking I could hug all the sad out of him. 

“What happened?” I asked running a hand through his hair.

“I thought I could just listen to the song and it would put me to sleep that way I wouldn’t bother you. But it’s not the same if you don’t sing it to me,” He said wrapping his arms around me to keep me put. 

“Come here,” I said lying down just like I did the first night and began singing to him.

When I was sure he was sound asleep I tried to wiggle out of his grasp so he could sleep more soundly. I almost succeeded when I felt Bucky stir.

“Please don’t go,” he said half asleep.

If there was one thing I couldn’t say no to it was Bucky Barnes.

So I climbed back into his bed and he instantly wrapped his arm around me only to rip it away.

“What’s wrong Buck?” I said.

“My metal arm. I don’t wanna hurt you,” he said sadly already turning around to face away from me.

“You won’t hurt me Buck I promise,” I said grabbing his metal arm and pulling him towards me again. 

He didn’t protest he just rolled back over and wrapped his metal arm around me. The vibranium was cold but I didn’t mind because it reminded me that Bucky was with me. 

--------------------------------

I woke up the next morning with the light of the sun on my face. I could hear Bucky’s steady breathing behind me. I peaked behind me to find he was still asleep.

I started getting out of bed only to have his hand clench around my waist. I giggled to myself and slowly pried his hand off getting out of bed. I stopped to look at him. He was so peaceful, this way despite the small look of disapproval that had subconsciously took over his face when I wiggled away from his grasp. I tip toed into the kitchen to start making breakfast. 

I was on my last Mickey Mouse shaped pancake when I heard a familiar voice.

“I feel like I should be the one making you breakfast,” Bucky said walking towards the plate of bacon next to me and the stove. 

“You had a rough night last night, and besides I felt like making Mickey pancakes,” I replied.

I put a plate together and handed it to him.

“Thanks doll,” he said blushing.

He sat down at the counter and all of the sudden the name he had just given me had sunk in leaving butterflies in my stomach.

“Doll?” I questioned.

“I’m uh... I’m sorry it slipped,” He said getting flustered. 

“Don’t be sorry I liked it,” I smiled setting down my plate across from his. 

I started eating a piece of bacon and then he got his courage to speak again.

“This is really good,” he started “Thank you again”

“Don’t mention it, I’d never pass up the opportunity to make Mickey pancakes. Disney is kinda my thing,” 

“I remember when Snow White came out, Bambi too. I always liked Bambi better.” he said before taking another bite.

“Bambi is one of my favorite’s as well. You know when you go to an art gallery and look at a painting and try to imagine the world inside of it and the story inside that world? That’s what I think watching Bambi is like.” I said.

“I never thought of it like that,” he said.

We both shoved another enormous bite on our mouths

“You know, I’ve never actually seen Breakfast At Tiffany’s,” he confessed.  

“It’s an older movie, not as old as you, but old” I joked.

“Ouch,” he smiled.

“Don’t worry Barnes, you look pretty good for an old man,” I said with a wink putting my plate in the sink and walking towards my room. “8 o’clock tonight” 

“8 o’clock tonight for what?” he asked.

“Watching Breakfast At Tiffany’s of course!”

-----------------------------------

From that night forward I had fallen head over heels for the soldier. Something about him just pulled me in and made me feel safe, made me feel like I had come home after being gone for years. We did everything together but Bucky was still shy with me at times. Never really opening up just always there beside me. The team made fun of him calling him my shadow. I never faulted him for it though. He might’ve been the one to always come find me and ask me what I was up to but in reality I was the one always hoping he would. Most nights he could make it through without needing me to save him from a nightmare but whenever he did I was always there to sing Moon River to him.

Two months passed and another one of my birthdays had arrived faster than I wanted it to. I was never a fan of birthdays. For me the whole experience was terribly awkward. Which would explain as to why I never let the team know. 

I had gone most of the day being able to avoid everyone just in case, but I knew at some point a certain soldier would be knocking at my door and honestly I didn’t mind.

When that quiet little knock finally did come though I told him to come in. He walked in holding a box wrapped in yesterdays newspaper.

“Happy Birthday doll,” he said  sitting down on the bed next to me handing me the box.

“Oh Bucky you shouldn’t have” I said giving him a hug. 

“Natasha said I should’ve used prettier wrapping paper but I didn’t even know how to wrap a present let alone how to make it pretty and I really hope that’s okay-” he rambled.

“shhhh Bucky I love it already,” I said starting to tear the newspaper off. 

Once I got all the paper off I opened the package and inside was a silver box shaped like a heart. 

“Oh Bucky it’s-”

“I wanted to give you something from Tiffany but I couldn’t afford it,”He said sadly. “So I did the next best thing,” he said insinuating for me to open the box.

I lifted the silver lid and music started to play. It was a music box, a music box that played Moon River. The inside of the lid was engraved, it said ‘For my best girl’ 

Tears started to fill my eyes. I couldn’t believe how beautiful it was.

“What is it doll? Do you not like it?” Bucky said anxiously.

“In all my years, no ones ever given me such a beautiful and thoughtful gift. Bucky I absolutely love it,” I said letting a few tears fall down my face. 

“y/n, I love you,” He blurted out.

“Bucky I-” 

“Wait that’s not on my script,” he started “y/n I love you. I love how you can never make regular pancakes because you think it’s a waste of batter to not make them look like Mickey Mouse. I love how you make me feel like I’m the only person in the world. I love how I miss you even when you’re just down the hall. I love how you help me understand technology without being condescending. I love how soft your skin is and how you always smell like vanilla and strawberries. I love how calm your voice is and how beautiful you look when the sunrises and you’re still asleep. I love how you always feel like home to me even when I haven’t felt that feeling since 1945. I love how two months ago when you heard me screaming you came in and took care of me even though you didn’t even know me. And I just- I love you! And I know I don’t deserve you and I know you must think I’m a fool, but I couldn’t hold it in any longer.” he said.

“Bucky, I love you too.” I smiled

“You do?” he asked stunned at my response. 

“Of course I do! How could I not?” I laughed 

“You’re not just saying this to make me happy right?”

“No Bucky I really do love you,” I beamed.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked.

“You better!”

Without another word he grabbed the back of my neck and connected our lips. It was everything I ever wanted it to be. He was soft and gentle, every word he said to me came to life in that kiss as his lips moved against mine. Before things got too heated we pulled apart.

“You’re mine?” He said pressing his forehead to mine smiling. 

“All yours Barnes,” I said sealing my promise with a kiss.

PLEASE LEAVE ME A COMMENT IF YOU LIKED IT! GETTING A FEEDBACK FROM YOU GUYS IS THE REASON I WRITE! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOYED IT AS MUCH AS I LOVED WRITING IT! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH! THANK YOU! STAY SAFE AND STAY HEALTHY <3

[salted-barbed-wire]

Did You Miss Me?

(A/N): NEW FIC ALERT. So this was the brain child from long long ago when Dean Ambrose first returned by @tvrnbvckle . I think a comment was made about having f*cking one bent over a bar. So here it is FINALLY. Only, it’s “new” Jon Moxley because I’m so excited to have him back.

Summary: Unnamed OC is working late one night at her job in a local bar. Unfortuneately a piece of her past is fresh out of jail and ready to “reconnect”.

Rated: M- for smutty goodness. Poor representation of one of my friends who was speaking Spanish to his wife over the phone the other day. (Sorry Mike) Cursing. Mention of domestic violence. Mention of injured child. Idk what else.

Word count: I didn’t type this on word because my computer hates me. Sorry.

Dong, dong, dong!

“Last call everyone!” I shouted as my boss rang the bell behind me. Making quick work of the few drink refills and tabs that needed closed, slowly but surely the little dive bar I worked in began to empty out.

“Hey, Mike, can you close my register while I mop?” I asked my boss.

“Sure thing, sweetheart,” his New York accent gruff on my ears. “Pretty decent night, went smooth, despite running the show down a person.”

“That’s ‘cause you had your best worker here,” I gave him a wink.

The only response I got from him was light chuckle. Sure, we were flirty, but he always kept it professional. Although, it wasn’t just because we worked together…

“How’s that boyfriend of your’s? Seen him around lately?”

I rolled my eyes, knowing he couldn’t see the action. “He’s in jail, Mike. He’s not going to come try and start something again. He’s just a little… troubled.”

Mike huffed, “Troubled, right. He’s a freakin’ lunatic is what he is. You know, if it weren’t for my family, I’d have fought back. AND, if my wife didn’t love you so much, you wouldn’t have a job still.”

“I know.” My voice came out softer than I intended.

He closed the register and shut the money in the safe, “Look, sweetheart, I-“

Beep, beep, beep. Beep, beep, beep.

Mike’s phone range before he could finish.

“Hello?” He listened, “Is she okay?” There was rapid chattering on the other line. “Okay, okay, tranquila, bonita, no te preocupes. I’ll meet you at the hospital.” The little Spanish I could understand, I could tell something was wrong as he hung up the phone and looked at me.

“Everything okay?”

“My daughter, she fell out of the treehouse in the back yard. My wife thinks she might’ve broke her arm.” He bit his lip, trying to ask me something but not wanting to bring it to surface.

“Go ahead, I’ve got this.” I held out my hands for the keys, “Maria needs you.”

The corners of his mouth lifted into a relieved smile. “Thanks, sweetheart.” He tossed me the keys to his beloved bar, “Can you be in at 3 to unlock the doors tomorrow?”

“Sure, thing boss, go bandage up an arm.”

We said our goodbyes and I was alone. My chest rose and fell with a sigh that seemed to echo through the empty room. It never took long to scrub the floors and prep the place for the next day. Usually it took thirty minutes with two people. Thirty minutes turned into an hour and an hour turned into two and I finally got everything done, alone and exhausted.

My eyes darted to the clock, 4am. That means I had 9 hours to sleep once I got home before I had to get up and do everything all over again. I wiped the sweat off my brow and went to pick up all my stuff, letting my hair down as I walked over to my purse.

There was a slam behind me that made me jump. I stayed faced towards the bar and simply yelled, “We’re closed,” to the door. My heart thumped in my chest, I forgot to lock the door! Hopefully it was just a drunken customer looking for a late-night buzz and not someone in a black mask come to rob me… or worse.

“Hey there, Darlin’.”

It was worse.

I spun on my heels, “Mox?”

There he was, leaning against the wood frame just inside the door. Jon Moxley, my not-so-ex-boyfriend had been thrown in jail after he nearly beat my boss to a bloody pulp after he was trying to ‘hit on me’ (Mox’s words, not mine). He’d been locked up for months and was supposed to do at least two years. When I’d last seen him, his unkempt hair dangled in front of his eyes and he’d been trying to grow in a beard. Now he looked different; hair cut, beard neat and trimmed, and his body.

Gulp.

I tried not to let my eyes wonder over his frame. He’d always been muscular, but lean. The man that stood across from me in combat boots, jeans, and a tank top was much more toned and, well, thick. I had to push away the urge to run my hands along those arms.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” his mouth twisted further into a cocky grin. “Miss me, doll?”

“I thought you had two years?” It took a lot of effort to keep my voice from trembling.

“Got out on good behavior.”

“Doesn’t sound like you.”

He straightened up, “funny. How’s work? Whatcha still doin’ here at four in the morning?”

My pulse died as he stalked towards me, “Could ask you the same thing.”

“Me?” He sat in a stool next to where my purse was. “I was down the street at that new place. Waiting for you to get off.”

“Why?”

“Wanted to surprise ya.” His blue eyes met mine. They were as fierce as ever like the seas during a storm. “Saw your boss leave but never saw you. Thought I’d check on ya. Guess you just wanted to do some late night cleaning.”

“Mike had to go early. His daughter took a spill.” I looked away from his gaze and focused my attention to gathering my things.

“She okay?”

“Do you care?” I retorted, rummaging to find my keys.

“Of course, I care! You think I want something to happen to a kid? You think I’m some sort of monster, Darlin’?”

I looked up to see him leaning towards me with brows furrowed and an unreadable expression on his face. “You didn’t seem to care how she’d have felt seeing her own father in the hospital.”

His lip twitched, “you’re still mad at me for that, huh?”

“Jon, you about blew this job for me!”

“Ah, fuck this job,” he rolled his eyes and reached over the bar for a bottle. “You could do so much more, you deserve so much more.” He held up a bottle of Jack and reached over for a glass I had just washed. “That guy’s a creep.”

“You have to pay for that.” I glared at him. Moxley huffed and pulled out his wallet, dropping a crisp fifty on the bar top. “That ‘creep’ is my boss. And you deserve better than fighting in the streets for money to get us by, I was trying to scrape up enough tips to help you pay for an audition for that wrestling show. You use to enjoy that.”

He took a long slow drink, “yeah, probably not cut out for it.”

“Why do you talk like that? Why can’t you see the way I see you? You have so much potential.”

He set the bottom of the glass down and turned to me to smile, “That’s why I like you, Darlin’. You’re always going around makin’ me feel like I’m worth something. That’s why I get crazy when other guys flirt with you.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, “Beating the crap out of them isn’t the proper way to deal with jealousy.”

He angled his bar seat towards me, “You thought it was hot, admit it.”

Heat rushed to my face, “I did not.”

“You didn’t?” His tone was mocking, and his cocky grin made his eyes look dangerous. Mox slid off his stool and moved closer to me, we stood toe to toe, nose to nose. His baby blues flashed towards my lips, licking his own. “You sure?”

I swallowed hard, “Mmhmm.” It was the only response I could manage with him being so close. The scent of him was filling my head with all kinds of sinful ideas. Moxley could sense it too, he knew his affect on me. The electricity sparkled between us before he put his hand lightly against my cheek.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “I’ve missed you so much, doll face.” He leaned in close his breath hot my face. Our lips were close to colliding, I closed my eyes, allowing myself to give into him again. “Did you miss me?” He whispered.

“Hmm?” My voice hummed as I lifted my face, eyes still closed, to get closer to sealing our kiss.

“Did you miss me?” Jon repeated, dangling the kiss I wanted to melt into over me.

I wanted to answer yes, because despite all he’d done to Mike, he was still the love of my life. Something about him was just so… addictive. But knowing he was holding my body hostage right now, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. So, I did the more daring of my options; I remained silent.

Moxley backed up, “Asked you a question, Kitten.” His hand moved from my cheek to the back of my hair, winding his fingers in my locks. With the speed of a predator, he spun me around, grabbing one of my hands and pinning it behind my back, then used the leverage he had on my hair to bend me over the bar top.

I bit back a moan as he pressed his hips against my ass. I could feel the bulge in his jeans growing with excitement. “Now, I’ve been a very, very patient man. I’ve been on my best behavior while locked up so you wouldn’t miss me for too long.” He lowered his head down and kissed my shoulder softly. “But it seems you’ve forgotten who you belong to. You also forgot how I can make you feel.” His free hand ran along my thigh, trailing up to the teeny, tiny shorts I wore for work. It cupped my ass, giving me a squeeze. I could hear him mutter an “oh fuck,” before he gave me a quick slap on the rear.

I yelped, “Jon! We can’t! Not here!”

“Oh, now you can talk?” His hand raked across my backside again. “Let’s see if I can get you to scream, huh, Kitten.”

“M-“ My efforts in protesting were cut off by him forcing me up to face him. His mouth crashed into mine roughly. I tried to intake air in between his assault but was only met by his tongue searching my mouth. A whimper escaped my throat as I realized where this was going.

I felt his fingers playing with the hem of my shorts. Pushing past the fabric of my panties to gently glide across my slick.

Mox’s kisses moved along my jaw line, nipping along my neck, “So wet already, Darlin’? I knew you missed me, but I wanna hear you say it.”

I bit my lip, groaning at the feel of him against my skin. I couldn’t manage to say anything still, my heart rate and the impending orgasm had me lost in the moment.

“Still need some coaxing?” He whispered against my ear.

Mox picked me up with one hand, and sat me hard on the wooden surface of the bar top. I let out an “oof” at the feel of the cold surface on the backs of my thighs. He settled between my legs and pulled up a stool. I watched nervously as he undid the button on my shorts and pulled them down with ease past my ankles.

“Very nice,” he smiled at me as he tugged at the crotch of my black lace thong. His eyes ran over my body, looking me up and down like a wolf at a sheep. Moxley took a single digit and ran it along my heat, my head fell back in reaction. “I love to look at you in these but they’re in the way.” He yanked them down my thighs and scrunched them up in his pocket.

The cool ac of the bar had me feeling extremely exposed. “Mox, what if we get caught?”

“We won’t, Kitten. Now just let me work my magic,” he wiggled his eyebrows at me.

The moment I felt his warm breath against my wetness, I was under his spell. My eyes rolled back the second his long tongue slid along my heat. He continued, giving open mouth kisses over my clit, flicking it gently. I could almost feel him smirking against my flesh. Moxley knew how to torture my body, and he’d always been proud to do it. I gasped when he shook his head, pulling full focus towards my swollen bud. My core clenched and my whole body shuddered with need. I craved that feeling of him filling me with his cock.

He must’ve sensed it, from my desperate, lustful moans and my hips slightly grinding against his stubbled face. He slid two, long fingers inside of me, curling them to stroke in attempts to locate that sweet spot he was all too familiar with. I could feel my orgasm building. My head was already beginning to spin.

“Oh God, Mox. Right there,” I pleaded when his finger found my g spot. It only took a few more penetrating movements before I squeezed his fingers, letting loose the orgasm I had been needing.

Pulling his fingers out, he took a rough tight hold of my hips, forcing me to stay still as he licked me through my release.

I felt him humming in approval, “You’ve always tasted so good, Darlin’.” He whispered against my pubic mound. My hips bucked at the vibration of his voice. “Always so wet for me.”

I leaned up on my elbows to look at him, “You still don’t know when to shut up and fuck me, do you?”

An eager, devilish grin spread slow across his face. Moxley took a step back to make room for his hands to work on his belt. “Is that what you want, Kitten? You missed this cock?” He popped the button on his jeans and pushed them down past his hips. I salivated at the sight of the deep “V” muscles that led down to his manhood. The tip glistened with precum as he pumped it with his right hand, his eyes wandering down my half naked frame. “‘Cause it missed you,” he groaned.

His belt scraped against the floor boards as he moved back between my legs. My core ached to have him inside me, it had been far too long. The hunger in his stare let me know he felt the same way. My hips involuntarily lurched towards his member. Mox met my eyes, licking his smirking lips.

“You need it that bad, huh, kitten?” He pushed his length along my folds, teasing my senses. I couldn’t help the whine that fell from my lips. “You want me to fuck you on top of this bar, don’t you, baby?”

“Mox!” I gasped as his the head of his cock lined up with my entrance only to slide gently to press against my clit. The tension inside of me was throbbing, needing release, friction, HIM!

“Yes, my love?” He coo-ed.

“Please, just fuck me already!” I pleaded with him. “I need it.”

“With pleasure.” The sentence came out more as a growl as he slipped his length passed my folds and into my tight heat.

“Oh god!”

The phrase was uttered breathlessly by both of us as he filled my cunt with himself for the first time in months. My core clenched around him and I swore I already could see stars just from having him enter me.

“Fuck, Kitten, I missed this tight, little pussy. Oh god.” His hips slowly rolled out and then back into me.

I reached up for the back of his buzzed head and pulled it down to kiss him. Our lips met with carnal passion, bodies tied together, tongues colliding. “Prove it,” I whispered the challenge against his soft lips. “So me how much you missed me.”

Suddenly, Moxley’s hips bucked hard against me. His hand, like a snake, reached out and grabbed my neck, pushing me back down to the bar top. “Oh, Darlin’, you better be careful what you wish for.”

His free hand held my hip tight, keeping me from moving as he began pounding a rhythm into me. I let out a “yes,” in the sound of a moan. His hand squeezed, my head hummed at the lack of oxygen and the rough thrusts. 

“Those pretty eyes look so good when they’re rolling back into your head,” Mox growled. I choked out a whimper, feeling my orgasm’s peak closing in. “That’s it, I wanna hear all those pretty noises you make, baby girl.” He gave my throat a final small squeeze before releasing me. 

I took in a breath of air and let out a long cry of pleasure as my body surrendered blissfully to my climax. Mox slammed into me, connecting our bodies, holding himself there while I squeezed around his cock and squirmed on the bar under him.

“Now that I’ve got you warmed up...” 

My head was still spinning, “Warmed up?” I muttered.

With that, he pulled out. I began to wine at the loss of him but was cut off by him dragging me off the bar, only to flip me on to my stomach. Mox had me bent over, he kicked my feet apart, running his index and middle finger through my still soaking slick. I could feel him lining himself up again. I gripped the bar top, hooking my fingers in preparation. I knew what was coming.

“Fuck,” he hissed as he slid into me. 

My skin tingled as his hands gripped my hips, squeezing them roughly as he backed up then bucked forwarded into me. Mox repeated the movement, rougher this time, thrusting harder, tightening his hands on my hips. He stopped his movements with his cock deep in side of me. I felt his hand brush against my spine gently before my head was yanked back. Mox had his hand entangled in my hair, pulling my head up. 

“Look at that,” Moxley leaned down to whisper in my ear.

My eyes focused on the mirror behind the shelving at the back back. I could see him smirking, hands on my back, my bare ass pressed against his hips. My breasts were nearly falling out of my shirt. I watched as his hips began moving. It was hot.

“We’ll have to get mirrors in the bedroom.” His voice sent shivers down my spine, causing my pussy to quiver around him. Moxley’s smirk grew as he felt my response to him. “You like it don’t you? You’re going to watch me fuck you senseless.”

I bit my lip and his hand squeezed around my locks. The pounding of his hips into mine pressed my body harder on to the bar. Moans and curses and pleads came out from my mouth breathlessly as our eyes were locked in the mirror. I could see his stupid grin growing, knowing his affect on me.

Jon’s eyes trailed down to where our bodies connected, watching me bouncing on his cock, my wetness splashing against his hips. He groaned, giving my ass a quick smack and releasing my hips, watching as I continued his rhythm on my own as he stood still. 

“That’s it, baby. Come undone on me, let me hear you scream.”

My body tingled again, core clenching, head swimming, I took a breath, letting the climax wash over me like a wave. I cried out a final time, seeing stars behind my eyes. 

Mox smacked my ass harder, “eyes open, kitten. Let me see you.”

I opened my eyes and watched his expression melt into one of pure ecstasy while his thrusting quickened. He was close too. I moaned when I felt his cock shoot hot streams of come into me. Fuck, I had missed this.

“Holy shit,” Moxley whispered as he released my hair and fell slightly onto my back. 

He placed light, feathery kisses along my shoulders and spine as we both took a moment to catch our breath. We remained like that for a minute, enjoying the release and just the feel of each other.

“We need to clean up,” he groaned as he stood upright. “Don’t want you to get fired for leaving this bar and the floor a mess.”

I felt him pull out, leaving me a mess. “You know, I had this place cleaned.” I stood, looking for my shorts. “Now I need a shower.”

“Well,” Mox said as his zipped his jeans back up, “I’ll mop, you clean the bar, then let’s get out of here and I’ll help you shower.”

“That sounds counterproductive,” I purred as I pressed my fingers against his chest. “If I remember right, whenever you help me shower, we always end up on the bathroom floor dirty again.”

Jon Moxley tipped my head up and kissed me, “Kitten, admit it, you’ve missed me.”

~~~~~~~~~Thanks for reading~~~~~~~~~~~

Tag squad: @gold--gucciempress​ @biancaortizzle​ @harringtonsbaseballbat​ @littlemissvillanous​ @hollianna​ @straight-outta-the-asylum​ @moxley-unhinged​ @iiconiclifepartners @fangirls-gotta-fangirl​ @loafslice​ @i-kneel-for-king-loki​ @glowrioustrash​ @sonjashuterbugjohnson​ @scuzmunkie​ @barbie-hybrid​  (Let me know if you want to be added to my tag list, I know I missed some people and I apologize that I’m not organized.)

[msjr0119]

Hold On

Part 3- Last Hurrah

Nobody got injured at the Homecoming ball, they all get separated into different safe houses- for safety.

Riley and Drake had confirmed that they had feelings for each other, however Drake believed Riley should be with Liam. Heartbroken, she moves back to New York. Only keeping in touch with Hana, Maxwell and Olivia.

Riley meets lawyer, Nate Cooper and begins a relationship with him. In Cordonia, Drake begins to court Kiara.

Nine months after Riley had left Cordonia- there is a reunion, but not the reunion the friends had hoped for.

*Characters belong to Pixelberry*

If you are under 18 please do not read this series. If you do you are consenting that you are over the age.

Series warnings: Suicide, domestic abuse, swearing, stabbing. If any of these triggers affect you do not read!

Tags- @annekebbphotography @burnsoslow @butindeed @drakesensworld @ladyangel70 @kingliam2019 @bbrandy2002 @bascmve01 @drakewalker04 @pedudley @captain-kingliamsqueen @duchessemersynwalker @insideamirage @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld @kozabaji @texaskitten30 @ibldw-main @kimmiedoo5 @dangerouseggseagleartisan @gnatbrain @walker7519

**Riley’s POV part 2 and present time**

*******

Riley arrived at the “safe” accommodation, not knowing what to do with herself. Did she regret, reporting Nate to the police? No. But also yes. Yes because she felt if she continued to run would he find her? Take it out on her again? But again no, because she thought it would help prevent any more harm to other woman.

Feeling alone, she sat on the edge of her bed twirling her hair, staring at the same spot on the wall in a tranced gaze. Talking about her miscarriage to the detective, made her think about Cordonia. The only ones who knew that she was pregnant , were Hana and Max. They had convinced her to tell Drake the truth. She was close to contacting him- that was until Max ‘accidentally slipped’ that Drake was now in a relationship with Kiara. Slowly she pulled out the scan of her unborn baby- I’m so sorry, I’ll always love you. What was the point she thought? She had lost everything, other than some friends- she felt that they could live without her and her constant fuck ups. After a while, she came to the conclusion of regretting ever going to Cordonia in the first place.

She decided to attempt to drink the pain away- reaching for a bottle of white wine. One bottle turned into two easily- in an instant. The pain was still there- it was unbearable. In her drunk state of mind, she realised one person needed an overdue apology- Leo.

“Hi, Leo. I just want to apologise for what has happened in the last few months. I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve it. And I’m sorry for any pain it caused you. You and Beth meant the world to me and I hope you both have a lovely future together. I’ll miss you both. I’ll love each and everyone of you- tell the rest of them that I’m sorry too, you’ll know who I’m referring to. Ri x”

That was the last text she sent to any of her closest friends, she turned her phone off. She didn’t want to read the response. Slowly, she drifted off to sleep, still grasping onto the wine glass- the liquid spilling down her.

Riley later woke up at 4am the following morning- due to the nightmares involving everything that had happened; the social season, Drake, Liam and Nate. Her head was spinning, her body shaking, uncontrollable sweating.

Getting dressed, she decided to go for a walk to clear her head. It would be quiet- as it was only early hours. The only people that could and would be around would be dog walkers, she believed.

Arriving near the river, she heard the birds tweet awaking the city, the water flowing creating a tranquil atmosphere. Thoughts running through her head- the distant memories. Riley had lost the spunk she once had; now feeling hopeless, tearful and overwhelmed by all negative thoughts. All the men she had given her heart to, failed her- making her lose trust and feel unwanted. Since the abuse from Nate she neglected her personal appearance- I am not the woman people know anymore.

*****

I walked towards the river bank, not really knowing why I was here? It was calling me- like a magnet. This was my last hurrah as Bebe Rexha would sing, some of the lyrics of the song related to my life.

“I’m done with the drinking” - no matter how much i drink there is still the pain lingering, stabbing my body constantly, as if I’m a voodoo doll.

“ I’m done with the smoking” -smoking apparently calms stress, not for me. I’d have to have a cigarette one after the other and there would still be stress and pain in between.

“I’m done with the heartache”- I can’t take anymore heartache, I am fully broken and are not fixable now.

“I’m done with the demons”- the demons in my head that are telling me I’m worthless, all the mistakes I’ve made. Seems like the devil has been encouraging my life to fuck up.

“Can’t wait to be normal right after this weekend”- I hoped everything would get better, but no the shitstorm continued. I would never be my normal self again.

“I’m done with the drama I’m fixing my karma”-I tried, nothing was fixing it, I need out.

“Maybe tomorrow I won’t feel this pain, last hurrah”- only one way to stop this all continuous pain, I’m a coward, I’m selfish, I won’t feel any pain anymore.

I took my shoes off, and sat on the edge of the muddy riverbank, taking in the last memory of the beautiful scenery surrounding me. Pulling my purse out of my bag, I stared longingly at the black and white picture- my baby. Raising the picture to my mouth, I kissed it- mommy is coming to be with you angel, I’m sorry, I’ll see you soon and protect you and love you like I should have loved you in this world.

Leaving all my possessions on the side of the riverbank as if they were lost property, I timidly walked over to the water. Dipping my toes into the ice cold flowing water, sent a shock through my body. Could I do this, I thought? Having second doubts, I looked up to the beautiful sunrise, looking around making sure no one was there. I had to jump- no more second chances, no more time to doubt. It was no or never. My heart jumped out of my skin as I entered the water. I gave up. I’m sorry.

******

Olivia was still sat with her friend, she didn’t know long she had been there. Time seemed to disappear in a flash. Thoughts ran through the duchess’s head. Riley always spoke on the phone as if her life was good- no drama now she was back in her city. There was a knock at the door, she let go of her friends cold hand and kissed her forehead expecting it to be the others. As she turned around, Leo pulled her in for a tight hug- he knew Olivia didn’t ‘do hugs’ and was shocked when she returned it.

“Liv, she’s going to be okay. I’m sorry. I should have contacted you all right away. I... I think I was the last one she text. It was a goodbye text to us all.”

Olivia raised her eyebrows, Leo showed her the text, looking at Riley then back at Liv with sorrow in his eyes.

“What has gone off Leo? Why is she apologising to you?”

“Liv, did you read all the article?”

“No! Why would I? I read the important bits, we all packed and came straight away behind your brothers back!”

“Olivia, you missed out the important part by the sounds of it. Look...”

No foul play is suspected at this time, however Detective David McDonald has requested if any other witnesses could come forward. The previous day before this tragic incident, Miss Brooks had reported her ex partner to NYPD for domestic abuse. It is known that the well spoke about Lawyer, Nate Cooper had abused the victim for months, including hospitalising her on more than one occasion. Leo Rhys, a friend of Miss Brooks also became a victim to Mr Cooper’s violent outbursts. The man is currently in custody with the Boston Police Force.

“No one messes with Olivia Nevrakis or her friends and gets away with it! I’m going to fucking kill him! Leo, stay with Riley and the others. I’m going to Boston!”

[tonydadisbestdad]

Senior Prom Stark Style

Peter ParkerxReader

Dad!Tony

Word Count: 1,508

Request by anon: How about Peter being nervous telling Dad!Tony about his huge crush on reader and trying to ask her to Homecoming so Tony, being the extra af dad he is, plans this whole thing to help Peter out and get his girl ^-^ -🌙

A/N: My apologies for the delay, thank you for the request from 8 million months ago. Homecoming felt a little redundant to me so I went with senior prom instead, hope you don’t mind. Hiatus is still active. I just finally managed to bust this the rest of the way out. I’ll be slow to get to the other requests I have but I’ll finish them eventually. Hoping I’ll find some form of time and energy to do so. I really miss writing. I love all of you <3

Tony was really starting to notice a difference in Peter. Not that he hadn’t always been a nervous jervis around him since meeting him 2 years ago, but over the past couple of weeks every day it seemed to grow. It was really beginning to worry him. This was Peter’s last year of high school, if he was freaking out about something, now wasn’t a great time to do it in his opinion. But, he left him alone, he knew if Peter really wanted to talk about what was bothering him, he would.

“Dad?” You called, entering the lab, looking for him.

Tony was pulled from his thoughts, Peter had just left for the evening which is what really got him thinking about what was going on. “Over here,” he called back to you.

You sat down on a stool at the table he was working at. You didn’t even have time to form the question in your mind before your dad was asking you the same thing.

“Has Peter been acting weird, or is it just me?” His eyebrows were knit together, as he focused on you.

“I was actually going to ask you the same,” You admitted. “I just tried to say bye to him and he practically ran away from me. I don’t know if I did something, but this isn’t the first time he’s done it, I’m worried. I don’t know how to even talk to him about it because he won’t even look at me anymore…”

The sadness in your eyes made Tony finally decide he needed to confront Peter on what was going on his life to be acting so strange. He knew you had a crush on Peter, it wasn’t hard to tell that this was hurting you. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow, sweetheart. We’ll figure out what’s going on with him. I really don’t think you did anything to upset him.”

You weren’t so sure you believed him, but at least you didn’t have to be the one to talk to Peter. You wouldn’t be able to handle that kind of rejection of him ignoring you again.

When Mr. Stark texted him the next morning he knew he must be in trouble. Of course he was. He was acting so strange around the two of you. It was only a matter of time before someone called him out on it. But Peter supposed it was happening just in the nick of time. He only had one more day to get himself to ask you, and frankly he knew he was going to chicken out again.

“What’s going on, kid?” Tony asked. He’d cornered Peter the second he entered the lab the next afternoon. He wasn’t going to put this off anymore. You were worrying the one person he wanted to worry least.

Peter knew he had two options, he either needed to lie or tell the truth. Frankly, he had one because lying would just lead to Tony knowing he was lying and getting the truth out anyway. So, with an embarrassed look on his face and the inability to meet Tony’s eyes he laid it all out. “This is going to sound really stupid but all my friends are hounding me about going to prom and I really didn’t want to go but they all want me to but I don’t really have anyone I want to ask besides one person and I’m afraid she’ll say no or it’ll be a big fiasco, I know how bad of an idea it is, like the stupidest idea I’ve ever had, I don’t want anyone mad at me, I don’t wanna get turned down, I shouldn’t even have had the thought of asking her, but I really like her and I just-“

Tony couldn’t take anymore of Peter’s enormous run on sentence. He felt bad enough for the kid. “Peter, breathe!” He told him, taking his shoulders and making him look at him.

Peter obeyed, now self-conscious about his ranting. “S-sorry, Mr. Stark.”

The man rubbed at his forehead. “I’ll start with you need to go to your senior prom. That’s a once in a lifetime opportunity. As for the date and with how weird you’ve been acting with us, I’m assuming you wanted to ask Y/N.”

Peter blushed and gave a timid nod, “Yessir…”

“Easy,” Tony said. “Let me take care of some things and then we can make a plan for you guys.”

Peter was beyond surprised. “Y-you’re not mad at me for wanting to ask Y/N?”

“What’s to be mad about? If you haven’t gathered by now kid I like you. You’re smart and extremely polite. I trust you and I couldn’t wish for someone better for my daughter to date. If that’s what ends up happening after this. Just ask her. Okay? You don’t need to be nervous. I’m sure she’ll say yes.”

He nodded, at least he didn’t have to worry about your dad being mad at him. All he had to worry about now was asking you.

“She’s up in her room, go get it over with,” Tony urged. He was actually pretty excited to plan out a fun night for the two of you. He was going to make sure it was a night you wouldn’t forget.

“Th-thanks, Mr. Stark,” Peter said, heading out of the lab. He wasn’t going to chicken out of this anymore. Just having your dad's approval was enough of a confidence boost. He was happy when you agreed, and was glad to see how excited you were about getting to go, especially since you’d get to be all dolled up.

The following night Peter arrived at the tower as instructed. He was surprised to find your dad waiting in the living room with a photographer.

“Looking good, Peter. I thought it’d be nice for Aunt May to have some good pictures of you guys,” He explained notioning to the photographer.

“I tried to talk him out of it,” you said, entering the living room.

Peter was stunned. You looked better than he ever thought was possible. Your beauty always struck him to the core, he never imagined you could get anymore beautiful, but you obviously could. “W-wow…”

You smiled and chuckled at Peter’s response.

The pictures were taken quickly, much to both of your pleasure. You were both ready to go have a fun night together.

“Alright,” Tony started. “You two behave, have fun,” he took Peter’s hand and placed something in it. “And I hope you enjoy the surprises I have lined up for you tonight.”

Peter was stunned to find keys to one of Tony’s Tesla’s in his hand. “S-sir, I-I can’t-”

“Have fun,” Tony told him. He kissed your forehead and sent the two of you off.

To say that this night was one of the best Peter had ever had was an understatement. The two of you had an amazing time at the dance. Then you found out that your dad had set up a limo to take you and all of Peter’s friends to the beach house for an after party. You couldn’t believe your dad set all of this up for you two. The rest of your night consisted of lazing around with Peter’s friends. All of whom you thought were great. You had fun spending the night with all of them, especially with Peter.

It was just barely 4am when everyone was starting to find a room to sleep in. You were sitting on the couch with Peter, your back to his chest, neither of you wanting to break the bubble that had seemed to be created that night.

“Do we have to go back to real life tomorrow?” You asked quietly, as you toyed with Peter’s fingers on the arm that was around you.

“I wish we didn’t have to, everything’s so much easier like this,” Peter responded. “No responsibilities, no one bugging us about the million things we need to do, no school work or superheroing.”

You nodded in agreement. “Peter, I really had a great time tonight. Thank you for asking me.”

“I’m glad, so did I… I’m sorry it took me until yesterday to ask you… I thought I was going to weird you out or that your dad would be mad…,” He explained, using his other hand to scratch the back of his head.

You let out a soft chuckle. “I like you too much to have said no,” you admitted. “I thought I was obvious about it, but maybe not.”

A soft blush took over Peter’s cheeks as you looked back at him. “Can this not be the only date we go on?”

“Are you asking me out for real?” You asked, a sweet smile on your mouth.

“Yes, will you please be my girlfriend?”

You nodded, a bigger smile on your lips before you pressed them to his.

Peter sighed happily as he kissed you. He was really going to owe your dad for the rest of his life for this awesome night.

[gguksgalaxy]

Hot Chocolate Kisses pt. 8

Masterpost

<– Part 7 | Part 9 –> Genre: Fluff/Angst Pairing: Jongdae x Reader Wordcount: 4864 Warnings: Family issues, weight issues, swearing, cuteness overload Notes for update: 25 A/N: soft soft soft softing, this series is so nice to write but hard at the same time. i feel like i'm super repetitive and idk...

Jongdae pov

He rubbed his eyes and chuckled at how small your voice sounded. “Did Annabelle come and get you in your sleep?”

“Yah! It’s not funny.” You whined.

He looked up at you from the floor. “Listen the doll scares me I can’t protect you.” Something soft hit him in the shoulder and he jumped in the dark. “Did you just hit me with your pillow?”

You didn’t answer him. “I had a bad dream okay.”

Jongdae sat up, looking at you on the bed in the dark. The only light came from the window where the curtains weren’t fully drawn. You looked at him, big eyes and dishevelled hair. Under the blankets he could see you were curled up, maybe cold in the room. “Do you want something to drink?”

You shook your head and he sighed. He saw you shiver, and pull the covers closer, you looked cute.  

“Are you cold?” He slipped his hand under the covers where he saw yours was, finding your skin cold. “You’re cold, I’m turning up the heater.” Jongdae pulled the covers off his lap and stood up. But before he could walk away he found your fingers tightly gripping the hem of his shirt.

“Don’t.” You whispered, voice wavering.

“I’m going 5 feet away, here.” He reached around the corner to turn on the lighting, you blinked, furrowing your brow at the harshness. “You should’ve told me if you were cold.” He mumbled, as he shuffled over to the heater and turned it up a notch. When he turned around you were sitting up on the bed, his shirt slipping off one shoulder, showing your skin. Your collarbone stood out, maybe more than it should, but he wanted to touch you. Feel your skin against his, maybe press his lips there against the crook of your neck.

“Jongdae?” your soft voice pulled him our of his thoughts. “You’re staring at me.”

He blinked, watching you pull the sweater back up. “Sorry.”

“Oh, no it’s fine.” You chuckled, rubbing your eyes sleepily. “I’m sorry for waking you up.”

Jongdae sat on the edge of the bed next to you, slipping his hand to yours and lacing your fingers together. “You feel a bit better?”

You nodded. “I just got really spooked by the dream, I think it was scarier than the stupid movie.” There was a soft pout on your lips as you mumbled and it made him smile.

He lent over to press his lips to your forehead. “Do you want to stay up for a bit?” he looked at the clock on the microwave, seeing it was 4am. You still seemed a little shaken, and he might’ve felt your hand tremble.

“I’m not sure if I can just sleep again.” You whispered.

“You know it’s your own fault, you made fun of me for being scared earlier.”

You stuck out your tongue and pushes him with your foot. Which he didn’t expect so he actually half tumbled of the bed, making you laugh. He glared up at you, rubbing his hip. You smiled widely and he was glad for it. Not because you were scared really, that’d pass, but because of your whole home situation. He was always happy to know he could make you smile and feel comfortable and safe around him. “Do you move a lot when you sleep?” he asked.

You frowned. “No, I actually don’t. Why?”

“Scoot.” He said, motioning for you to move over.

You shot him a look and opened your mouth. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m not going to bite you or something.” He stated

She frowned, and looked at him. “I’m…I don’t…are you-“

He shook his head. “I wasn’t insinuating anything, I’m sorry. I’ll go back to the matt.” He kinda did feel like he overstepped. Being in the same bed as you, not per say sleeping there, seemed fine to him. But to you of course it didn’t. Before he could lay down though, you pulled at his shirt again. He looked at you confused as to what you wanted, and found you scooting back towards the wall to make room for him. Something in him wanted to ask, if you were just not doing it to not upset him, but he chose against it. Maybe just taking up the offer was better. God did he worry so much when it came to you. You seemed fragile, but other times you didn’t, and he was so afraid of pushing your boundaries too far.

He climbed on, laying down opposite of you after pulling the second pillow from the ground. “What do you want to do tomorrow?”

You pursed your lips, looking at him, he felt your legs move and you scrunched your nose up in what was probably pain. “Not sure, what can we do?”

Jongdae thought about it, and it would be totally fine for him to just stay in bed all day and laze around. With your leg and all the snow it would probably be better to stay in. “I think, but I’m not sure, that I have ingredients for cookies. If not, I’ll bother Minseok to see if he has something I need.”

You nodded with a smile, “I’ve never baked cookies before.”

“There’s so much you’re missing out on.” Jongdae whispered, tone dropping. It seemed like you never had the chance to be a kid and enjoy things. Things like the zoo, or candy stores, hot chocolate and cookies. Home-made, family dinners and cozy nights under blankets with everyone watching movies.

The smile dropped from your face, and he immediately regretted his comment. Until you spoke up again. “That’s what I have you for now.”

Your comment surprised him, it made his heart reach out for you and as if he was a little school girl he almost got butterflies in his stomach.

“To make up for lost time.”

Jongdae didn’t smile, the feeling he got from this was…different and he wanted to bottle it up and store it somewhere safe. So he slipped his arm under the covers and found your waist, pulling you closer and making you gasp. You weren’t against him, but you were close enough to be in his embrace. Close enough for his to kiss your lips and see your expression is the muted dark. You were beautiful, in every which way, and he never wanted to loose you.

***

The two of you didn’t wake up until it was close to 11, meaning you didn’t have that much time left together. Yixing would be here to pick you up at 3pm, and he was already sad you had to go. Before you opened your eyes up at him from your position with your hand fisted into the material of his shirt.

He’d whispered a good morning and you had lazily smiled before yawning and stretching out comfortably. You were warm, and smelled nice, flowery, probably your shampoo or a perfume.

Both of you had slipped from the warm confines of the covers, sun streaming through the curtains. You’d shuffled into the bathroom, washing your face, taking turns taking a shower. He’d returned while drying his hair to find you sniffing the perfume bottle he’d somehow left in his closet. You scrunched up your nose and he laughed. “You don’t like the way that smells?”

You put it back down carefully. “It’s really, strong?”

“Yeah true.”

“You don’t…usually smell like that…” you mumbled under you breath and he couldn’t leave that unnoticed.

“You sniff me?” he cocked an eyebrow and you sent him a glare. “Ahh no,” Jongdae pulled your arm, hugging you and pressing his nose to your hair that was up in a bun. “You can sniff me.”

You chuckled. “You smell nice.”

Jongdae had lent you a vest to wear, something soft and warm that was way too big on you so he had to roll the sleeves. You kind of drowned in the thing but he loved it. “You really are tiny.”

You shot him an angry look, that was improving by the day, and pushed him. “I’m legit only like 4 inches shorter than you. Stop.”

“Still tiny.” He hugged you from behind and stood on his tippy toes a little to lean his chin on top of your head, swaying you from side to side. “Tiny~~.”

You suddenly swerved around to what he expected was smack him across the head but you tripped over your own leg, and he had to catch you by the wait. There was a pained look on your face, and he was instantly worried. He made you look at him. “Are you okay?” he asked.

There was a nod from you, as you stood up on your own again. “Sometimes I forget.”

He looked at you with concern, not really letting you go until he was sure you were okay. Then, you’d found something to eat from his way to empty fridge, sitting on the bed with your legs under the blankets. You pointed something out after you’d gone halfway through your little bowl of grapes. “Is that a hat?”

Jongdae turned around to look behind him. On top of his closet was a hat, not a snapback, or a baseball cap, no an actual hat. “Yes.” He said, unsure of whether you were going to like it or not.

“You wear that?”

“Yes.”

“Are you kidding me?” you chuckled, and got up from the bed, hobbling over to the accessory and taking it in your hands. “This thing is huge? You wear this? Out in public?”

He pouted. “Stop making fun of my fashion sense.”

You laughed. “I’m sorry it’s just a bit…i don’t know if it would suit you.”

Jongdae took it from you and put it back, a bit mock offended. “It was back when I used to wear my hair differently.” He put his hands in his hand and smoothed it out to the sides, creating a very effective middle part.

He watched you look at him, cocking your head to the side. “No.” You said, reaching up and ruffling his hair to get it to fall back over his forehead. “I like this better.” Jongdae watched you as you stood close to him, one of his hands on your waist to support you as you smoothed his hair out. Your fingers slid through his bangs and he felt your fingertips lightly ghost over his skin. When you were satisfied with your work you smiled and sat back on the bed, eating the last few of your grapes.

Jongdae looked at himself in the mirror, seeing you’d done a good job at fixing his hair. “So are you ready to bake something?” he asked, moving into the kitchen and opening the cupboards. “I think…i have everything?” He pulled out jars of flour and baking powder, and a small book. “These are my mom’s recipes.”

You stumbled up beside him. “So you can’t cook, but you can bake?”

He nodded. “My mom bakes a lot, but my dad’s the cook at home. I guess I was with my mom more in the early mornings when she’d make raisin breads, or sand cookies.” Jongdae took notice of how you were kind of awkwardly standing on one leg and he pulled you close to his side, arm around your waist. “Let’s see, I don’t have fruit so that’s out of the question, but I have a jar of chocolate chips somewhere. And I have peanut butter, or cinnamon. So whichever.”

With car you took the small book out of his hands and flipped it open, he mentally wanted to slap himself because his handwriting was terrible. So you probably couldn’t really read it. But you did go through the pages, seemingly fine with it.

You settled on something, actually really simple. Sand cookies. “Are these like…the crumbly sugary ones you see for christmas. But they’re also a little salty?”

He frowned, thinking of the taste of them. It’d been a while since he’d eaten any. “Yeah I think so. But we can always add more salt if you like that.”

“Well I remember eating them at Taemin’s house once like years ago at a Christmas party. So that’s why I associate them with christmas I think.”

Jongdae smiled, and leant over to kiss your temple. “Let’s get started then. Come here.” He moved you to turn, and lifted you up by your waist to set you down on the counter. You were now a little taller than him, and he leant up to kiss your lips, once, twice, till you giggled and pushed him with your feet.

It was an easy back and forward play, him handing you things to measure on the scale next to you, or having you pour milk in the measuring cup. He mixed everything, kneaded the dough on the counter while you stole a few chocolate chips from the jar.

That’s when he felt you slap his shoulder, laughing like a little kid. “What did you-?” he looked at his black shirt, now perfectly stained white with your handprint in flower. “You little.”

There was nowhere you could go, since you were on the counter, and he took the opportunity to tickle you. His fingers ghosted over your sides and you squealed, trying to push his hands away while laughing. “Stop.” You wheezed. “Yah!” But he had no mercy, until you suddenly winced in pain.

He abruptly stopped, staring at your face that was scrunched up in pain. Then he realised, his right hand had found it’s way to your leg, holding it down. He was too stunned at the sound you’d made to move until your hand wrapped around his wrist. Jongdae let you go, briefly noting how easily his hand fit over your leg since it was so thin, seemingly thinner than the left. “Shit, y/n, I’m so sorry.”

You shook your head, through gritted teeth you mumbled that it was okay, but he knew he’d hurt you.

“Here, wait.” He knelt down by the fridge and opened it, pulling a bag of frozen whatever out of there and wrapping it in a towel. With the most care he could give he pressed it against your leg, on the side where he knew your scar was. He though about it, how many months it had been now since it happened, and you were still in so much pain. The realisation dawned on him then, that you might indeed never walk normally again. You’d never skate again, he’d never get to see the magic that was you gliding across the ice again. He stared at his hand over the towel, afraid to look up at you.

Why couldn’t he just be careful? He should’ve thought about this, before he went and squeezed your leg like that. God your leg felt so tiny, and maybe even weak. Why’d he done that.

He was pulled out of his thoughts by you cupping his face into your small and warm hands. Your thumbs brushed his cheekbones as you pulled his face up to look at you. For a second he didn’t breath, until you leant down to press your lips against his. “It’s okay.” You whispered against his lips. He shivered, unsure of what to do. “Jongdae, it’s okay.”

You brushed a hand through his hair and looked at him. He saw the tears in the corner of your eyes, but also the soft smile and he convinced himself he should listen to you. “Sorry.”

“You didn’t mean to, it’s fine. Just…please try to watch out.”

“I will, I really will.”

“Let’s cut the cookies.” You said.

He found himself flicking his fingers into the other flour can and dusting it over your nose.

“Hey!” you called, kicking his but with your good foot.

He stuck out his tongue while he started to roll the dough into a bar to cut it. You watched him, munching on a few more chocolates. This was comfortable and nice, and he enjoyed being with you. It was easy, even though he messed up sometimes. Your presence calmed him in a way, made him feel at ease. He wish you could be here more often, and he really did miss you when you were gone. For a moment he’d thought he’d never speak to you again and everything would all be one big what if. He’d been left with that one single kiss you’d shared and the nice afternoons.

“Jongdae?”

“Hmm?” he looked up at you while grabbing for the sugar beside you.

“I’m unsure of how to do this?”

He frowned. “Cut cookies?”

“No, us, being a thing. With my parents and all, I don’t know.” You mumbled, putting down the icepack beside you.

Jongdae sprinkled the sugar over the counter and rolled the dough through it. “I think that’s something we’ll have time to figure out. I don’t want to force you to sneak around your parents. So if you don’t want to you can tell me and we don’t  have to do this. But I-“ he wanted to say he loved you, it was there on the tip of his tongue but he felt it was way too soon. “I really like you. And you know that in the end you are an adult and your parents can’t control you right?”

You sighed, and he looked at you. You seemed so defeated about the whole situation with your parents, and really as a 22 year old you shouldn’t. But you were and he wanted to do something for you but he couldn’t. He wondered if Jongin experienced it the same as you did. “Have you talked to your brother about it?”

There wasn’t really a fast answer, so he waited and cut the dough in small slices. He ended up with 15 of them, placing them on a sheet of baking paper on a oven tray.

“I have, but they’re much less harsh on him. But he knows what I’m going through and sometimes, like at the cafe, he helps me. He tries to either divert my mom’s attention or talk sense into her. It’s just…been a bit worse since the accident. Maybe she just wants to protect me, I guess she loves me and knows what’s good for me.”

He sighed, moving beside you to put the dish in the oven, setting it to 22 minutes. “I understand what you mean, but what she does is not okay. She’s taking all the things you should enjoy away from you. You should be able to live your life how you want.”

You pulled at his arm to between your legs and hugged him, pressing your face into his shoulder. “I guess I just don’t know any better.”

Jongdae understood that, because you really didn’t. And with him, he knew you were seeing things differently now. He tried to show you all the good things, and he was even considering asking you to come over for christmas, since it was in 2 weeks already. But he was unsure about it, and didn’t really know how to ask you. It was probably too soon for you to meet his family right? He should text Minseok.

He lifted you up from the counter after washing his hands, carrying you to the bed kissing you softly. When he sat you down he took place beside you, looking as you shifted to face him. “It smells nice.” You said.

“They’ll taste best when they’re warm.” He said, brushing your hair out of your face. You yawned at it made him chuckle, which made you blush. “Are you tired?”

You nodded, pulling his vest closer around you, pushing your socked feet under the covers. Jongdae slid his arm under your head, pulling you a bit closer to him. “Close your eyes for a bit.” You were warm, as you softly rested your head on his arm, both of your hands resting between you. He took one of them in his, pressing his lips to your knuckles. All together, he just wanted to see you happy, but he understood he couldn’t just fix this. But he could be here for you even if that created more problems.

Your breath evened out and he smiled at your sleeping form. There was a mole underneath your left eye, and he’d noticed another one yesterday, by your collarbone on the right side. You didn’t have as many as he did though.

***

Your pov

When you woke up it was to the sound of the oven. Jongdae didn’t really move though so you did, pulling away and stretching your back. Which caused you to accidentally arch your chest into him and you blushed lightly. He just chuckled, kissed your cheek, and climbed over you to open the oven and pull the cookies out. You couldn’t have slept more than 15 minutes and you wanted to sleep more.

Jongdae was warm and to your surprise sleeping with him next to you was nice and…not invading. You always thought sleeping with a guy immediately meant more, with exceptions of your bother of course. But it must’ve just been something your mom made you think, or society. Jongdae though, made no moves of touching you or looking at you that made you uncomfortable.

“Did they turn out well?” you asked, rubbing your eyes, finding smudges of make-up on your hand. Stupid mascara, wouldn’t even come off in the shower this morning.

“Yeah, but they’re a little too hot to eat right now.” He turned to face you. “You have mascara under your eyes.”

“Ha. I know.” You said, getting up and jumping on one leg to the bathroom where you remembered you saw make-up remover. “Can I borrow this?” you asked.

He poked his head inside, “oh yeah sure.”

“Wait.” You frowned, picking up some other things. “You own make-up?”

Jongdae chuckled. “Yeah, I do.”

“I never see you wear it.” You stated, putting some of the cleaning water on a cotton pad.

He shook his head. “I actually don’t wear it a lot at all, only when I go out. Which I used to do more a couple of years ago, but not anymore. I guess it’s something that rubbed off on me from Baekhyun and Minseok.”

You wiped under your eyes, removing the slight dark stains from your skin and the residue from your eyelashes. Then you looked at him, thinking of how he’d look with eyeliner or eyeshadow. You were kinda of unsure about that. He always looks so casual but dressed well, but his clean face was kind of part of that.

Jongdae turned around to check the cookies and you noticed that his shirt was still dirty. So you moved over and started brushing away the flour. “You went into your bed like this?”

He shrugged. “I’ll wash the sheets. I’m not that clean.”

You scrunched up your nose at that. “Ew, what other foods did I sleep with?”

It made him laugh and he turned to point a finger at you. “I’m also not that dirty. But if I’m honest there’s probably bread or chips crumbs in there.”

With a snort you slapped his hand away and went to check on your little cookies. They’d turned out nice golden on the edges and a little lighter in the middle. You poked one in the centre, feeling it was a little soft and warm still. “Aren’t they supposed to be hard?”

Jongdae wrapped his arms around your waist from behind resting his chin on your shoulder. “If you leave them to cool they’ll turn crumbly, but they’re nice and soft when they’re warm.” He gently rocked your from side to side and you felt him press his lips to the corner of your jaw, then to the junction of your neck and shoulders, making you shiver. Then he nuzzled his face close, pressing your back against his chest.

“What are you doing?” you giggled, rocking with him.

“Comfy.” He mumbled, hands placed on your stomach.

You found yourself leaning into him, closing your eyes for a second.

“If I’m every overstepping my boundaries.” He suddenly said. “Please do tell me okay.”

Why he said that, you weren’t sure but you nodded at him. You loved spending time with him so much, and he already meant more to you than seemingly most people ever had. However, there was that constant elephant in the room or bump you had to cross concerning your family. And it was not per say awkward but it wasn’t good.

That’s when your phone rang. You untangled him from your, finding it on the bedside table. Yixing. You sighed in defeat and picked it up. “Hey.”

“Hey, I’m on my way there right now. You coming downstairs?” your trainer asked from the car. You could hear the sound of the engine loud and clear, you must be on speaker.

“Yeah, I’ll be right there.”

“Did you have fun?”

“Yeah.” You smiled shyly, even though he couldn’t see.

“See you.” He hung up, and you looked at Jongdae with a pout.

“Was that Yixing?” he asked.

You nodded. “I have to go.”

Jongdae pouted just like you, and came over, taking your hand and dragging you back to the kitchen. “You have to eat cookies though.” He took one from the tray and handed it to you. It was still warm, and when you broke it in half it was soft and crumbly. They tasted like…christmas, sugary but a little salty, a very plain cookie but they were so good. “I can see from your face that you like it.”

You weren’t sure what he was talking about but you blushed and covered your mouth. “Wha?” you said with your mouth full.

He laughed, and fished a little box out of the cupboard below. “Here, take some home.” You munched on your cookie while he put a few in the box and handed it to you. “For when you miss me.” He stuck out his tongue.

You rolled your eyes and took it, staring at the little box. Something in you said you shouldn’t, you’d worked hard to loose al the weight you had and this wasn’t going to help you. Neither was the food you’d had yesterday. “I…”

“Share them with your brother, the staff, I don’t care, but take them okay?” he said, kissing the top of your head and helping you get your crutches to go and leave. He walked you all the way to the door, carrying your phone and the box, as you pulled yourself along with the crutches. In the elevator he spoke up again. “When do I see you again?”

You thought about it, your families schedule, Christmas was coming up and you knew what it meant. Christmas eve at Taemin’s house, then the second day definitely nothing really. Jongin and your dad probably had to get things ready for the Olympics since they left two days after New Year’s. “Uhm…With finals coming up I don’t think I have time before Christmas.”

He tried to hide it but you saw the disappointment in his face. It made you feel your stomach drop. “That’s okay. I have to study too. I haven’t given you my number again but text Baekhyun, he’ll give it. We can text, or call, whenever you’re alone. I’ll miss you.” He whispered the last part, and you couldn’t help but pull him into a kiss when you exited the elevator.

He smiled against your lips, arms wrapping around your waist, slowly kissing you. Parting his lips with yours, tongues gently touching in a way that made your toes curl. You skin tingled when you parted, and he grinned and rubbed his nose against yours. “I’ll see you.”

“Yeah you will.” You kissed his cheek one more time before you stepped outside, where the snow was deep now.

Yixing was waiting there, with a way too big smile plastered on his face. You realised he must’ve seen you and you blushed at the idea. Jongdae waved at him, and Yixing nodded. When you opened the door he spoke up. “So you’re the boyfriend?”

Jongdae obviously beat you to it. “Yep, that’s me. You’re the trainer?”

Yixing laughed in the way only he could, and nodded. “Yeah.”

Your boyfriend helped you inside, and handed you the box and your phone. “Bye.”

“Bye.” You waved at him as you drove off, watching him stand in the cold.

“I want one of those.”

“Huh?” you said, pulled out of your thoughts by his voice.

He pointed at the box on your lap. “Cookies, I can smell them, I want one.”

You glared. “Why would I give you.”

“Oh, someone’s gotten snappy when she was away. Is he teaching you to be sassy now?” he joked. “I want a cookie, as payment for doing this for you.”

Not that you weren’t going to give him any but you feigned mock hurt when you opened the box, holding it out to him. “Here, have one.”

@oh-beyond @yixings10 @xiubaek13 @yeollieollie @nunchiwrites @minseok-baozi @fairyyeols @kimjongdaely

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Dean’s Doc

Summary: Reader has a new patient Dean who comes in handy when she least expects it...

Pairing: Dean x Therapist!reader

Word Count: 1,800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Quote for this one was, “It’s a horror show up here,”…

“Good afternoon Mr. Winchester,” you said, walking into your last appointment of the day. He was a new patient and you always made sure to give them the last slot so they took as much time as they needed. “I’m Dr. Y/L/N but you can call me Y/N.”

“Dean,” he said, standing from his seat on the couch and shaking your hand. You took a seat in your comfy chair opposite him and gave him a friendly smile.

“So Dean, I have to ask, is that ‘67 out front yours?” you asked. He perked up and nodded. “She’s gorgeous.”

“She’s my Baby,” said Dean. “You like cars?”

“Always wanted a Charger myself but I appreciate a nice car when I see one,” you said. Dean opened his mouth but stopped.

“We aren’t going to talk about cars for the next hour, are we,” said Dean. You shrugged.

“Well I sure as Hell ain’t going to ask you to tell me what you see in an ink blot. If you want to talk about cars, we’ll talk about cars,” you said. Dean raised an eyebrow and leaned back. “It’s your hour dude.”

“I thought you were some highly recommended therapist, going to make me talk through my childhood traumas or some crap,” said Dean.

“If you were sent my way then we both know someone tried that already and it didn’t work. I’m your last resort,” you said.

“Wow doc, way to make me feel better,” he said, crossing his arms.

“I will make you feel better again. Ask my ex patients. Not a single one has fallen back into their old ways. Want to know why? I don’t treat my patients like patients. I’ll be your friend. If shooting the shit about muscles cars is what gets us there, we’ll do it,” you said, crossing your arms in response. Dean unfolded his and leaned forward.

“How does that help?” he asked, shaking his head.

“I keep on us a path. The one thing I won’t do, the one thing I’m never going to do Dean, is write you a prescription for those damn sleeping pills you want in the first place,” you said. He went rigid, like he was ashamed of it.

“I had nightmares,” he said coldly. “I was exhausted all the time.”

“I know. You’re still exhausted I can tell,” you said, taking in the bags under his eyes. “Doesn’t nightmares not happening in the first place sound a lot better?”

“Yeah,” he said, not having come up with a solid argument.

“I’ll get you there but you’re gonna have to trust me which is where the friendship thing comes into play,” you said. Dean sighed. “Why don’t you tell me how you got your Baby?”

“I guess I can tell that story.”

It was late by the time you got home from work. Dean...you loved listening to him speak. It was dangerous and sweet all at once. Not professional in the slightest to think that but you were known for skirting that line more than once. Some ex patients had remained actual friends. You weren’t expecting that from him but hoped Dean would come back for his next appointment the next day at the very least.

You woke up around 4am, rolling over in bed. A loud crash downstairs made you bolt upright. You froze up as someone made noise in your house, the house you lived alone in. You heard footsteps get louder and you decided to grab your phone and lock yourself in the bathroom. By the time the police got there the person was long gone, even though they took nothing which freaked you out further.

“Morning Y/N,” said your assistant at the front desk of your small office when you got in. “You doing okay?”

“Yeah Angie, just...yeah,” you said, catching the time on the wall. “Shit.”

“Dean’s already inside, only been a few minutes,” she said. “Do you want me to reschedule him for later today?”

“No, hard enough to get the newbies to come back in the first place,” you said.

“Well, try to look less traumatized then,” said Angie with a smirk.

“Oh shut up,” you said. “Catty.”

“Freak,” she said as you walked towards your office. “Let me know if you need anything babe.”

“Thank you Angie,” you said, waving her off as you stepped through your door. “Good Morning Dean.”

“Doc,” he said as you took off your coat and put your bag behind your desk. “Rough night?”

“Alright, do I look like shit or something?” you teased. “You’re not the first to say that today.”

“You look tired is all. Kind of scared too,” he said. Fuck, you were supposed to be the therapist, not him.

“I had a break in last night. No big deal,” you said, grabbing your notebook and sitting in your chair. Dean raised an eyebrow and you knew this was what he wanted to talk about today. Awesome.

“Boyfriend chase him off?” asked Dean and you laughed. 

“No. Single as they come. I hid in the bathroom and called the...you know what Dean, I don’t really want to talk about it. What did you have in mind for today?” you asked. Dean smiled.

“Now you know how it feels to not want to talk about your problems,” said Dean.

“I guess I do. So...” you said. “What’s up, Dean?”

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” said Dean. “They probably heard you and took off.”

“Dean, I appreciate it but you’re a man. A tall, and from the looks of it, strong man. I have a different way of thinking about these things than you,” you said, hoping he’d drop it. He nodded, sensing your agitation.

“So is there any good places to eat in this town?” he asked. Now that you could answer just fine.

“Ugh,” you said, following after the can of sauce that was rolling away from you in the supermarket. All you wanted was to go home, eat some pasta and curl up on the couch. 

“I got it,” said a voice you recognized, bending down and grabbing the can, eyes widening when he saw you. “Hey doc.”

“Hi Dean,” you said, taking the can from him. “Thanks.”

“I love spaghetti,” he said, eyeing your cart.

“Want to come over for dinner?” you said before you knew what hit you. “I mean, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Oh, uh, that’s okay. I was just going to heat up something in the microwave anyways,” said Dean. Little manipulator making you want to invite him back over again.

“You could make spaghetti yourself ya know,” you said.

“Bet it wouldn’t taste as good as yours,” said Dean. You sighed and cocked your head.

“Alright. Give me your phone,” you said. He handed it over and you were shaking your head to yourself. “Be at this address in an hour and a half.”

“You got it doc,” he said, smiling to himself as he headed off towards a different aisle.

“Why the Hell did you invite him over you idiot,” you muttered to yourself as you tried to finish up your shopping before dinner.

“Hi Y/N,” said Dean when you answered your front door. “Cute sweats.”

“I’m tired, it’s my house and this isn’t a date so why the Hell not,” you said waving him in, breathing in deeply when he went past with the package under his arm. “Mm, what’s that?”

“Garlic bread,” he said. “I didn’t want to be a freeloader.”

“Nice. Some carb on carb action tonight,” you said, waving him over to your kitchen.

“You’ve got to be the weirdest therapist I’ve ever met,” he said, lingering at your island as you drained the water out.

“Sh, don’t let out the secret that therapists are people too,” you said with a giggle. 

“Your secret’s safe with me. Thanks for dinner,” he said, moving around to help you divvy some up into a few bowls.

“Sorry for bombarding you in the store. I don’t normally invite patients over, not while I’m treating them,” you said. 

“It’s okay. You’re still a little edgy from what I can tell. Figured some company might do you some good,” said Dean. You didn’t respond as you set the table and settled down, eating a for a little while before Dean was looking around.

“Thanks,” you said. “For the company.”

“I could use some too if I’m being honest,” said Dean. “Your house is nice.”

“You divert a lot when you say something you take as weakness,” you said, catching his face. “Sorry, this isn’t a session.”

“It’s a horror show up here. Diverting is kind of my thing,” said Dean with a quiet laugh. You’d guessed as much that he had problems but most didn’t refer to their own head-spaces in that way.

“Garlic bread is good,” you said. Dean was glad for the change of subject and soon you were just talking. Talking that led to watching a movie on your couch. Watching a movie on your couch that led to you falling asleep with your head against him.

You woke up to another loud noise, Dean’s flannel flapping in front of you as he spun off the couch. You popped up just in time to see Dean’s fist flying forward at a man. He tossed Dean to the side and your first thought was that wasn’t possible. It was as if Dean were a rag doll to this stranger. 

“Oh shit,” you said when you saw him coming for you. You caught sight of the too long teeth and nails and immediately thought you were crazy.

“Get down!” you heard Dean shout at you and you hit the deck. A shot rang out and you heard one of them slump to the ground. Hesitantly you peaked your head up, Dean already moving over to help you to your feet.

“W-What-”

“Werewolf, doc,” said Dean, pulling you over to the stairs and away from the body. 

“Wait, that’s Wes, one of my patients,” you said. “He started two weeks ago.”

“Yeah well, Wes liked you and decided he wanted you to be in his pack. Speaking of which, you better grab some clothes. We got to get out of here before they figure out what happened,” said Dean, pushing you up the stairs.

“This is insane. This can’t be real,” you said. Dean smiled a little sadly.

“I wasn’t kidding that it’s a horror show up there, Y/N. Monsters are real. I kill them, plain and simple,” said Dean.

“No, no this is-”

“Y/N. Take a deep breath or whatever therapy crap tricks you know but you got to hurry and come with me now. I’ll explain as best I can but let’s get somewhere safe first,” said Dean.

“You weren’t ever a patient, were you,” you said.

“No way in Hell would I ever go to a shrink, no offense,” said Dean. “You coming with me or not?”

“My life is fucked, isn’t it?” you asked.

“Until we solve this, pretty much.”

@anokhi07 @xxwinchester-22xx @charliebradbury1104 @everyday-supernatural-af @squirels-angels-and-moose @youwerelikeadream @drugpug@darkx143 @kristaparadowski @tom-is-in-my-tardis @tanithlowisabamf @smoothdogsgirl @dancingalone21 @ktrivia @demonic-meatball @feelmyroarrrr @cojootromuelle @gallifreyansass@fangirl1802 @itstheprincess @casgetoutofmydiddlydarnass @mogaruke@secretlyfurrydragon @perpetualabsurdity @ria132love @heycassbutt-67 @aingealcethlenn @docharleythegeekqueen  @missmotherhen@smacklesandstretch67 @ceeceewinchester  

@tumblinwith-me @xfanqirlinq @heaven-is-aplaceonearthwithyou @hey-um-misha@bennyyh @acreativelydifferentlove @imissyoualittlemoreeveryday @lovelife-tothefullest @under-general-asthetics @tardis-full-of-fallen-angels @missdestiel67 @evyiione @jensenackesl @xxxdevine-demonsxxx  @ayeeitsemry @mac5323 @bellastellaluna @atc74 @captainemwinchester @lemonadegazeelle @nanie5  @idalinette @maximoffangel-girl @quiddy-writes @sassyspn67 @arryn-nyxx @pureawesomeness001  @poukothenerd @af112992 @mickey-m399 @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @mrswhozeewhatsis @upon-a-girl @amazinntay @akshi8278 @baconlover001

[jimlingss]

Student Council Prez [14]

Episode 13 - Episode 14 - Episode 14.5 OR Episode 15 Words: 3.6k Genre: Fluff, Slice of Life, High School!Au

You’re restless and unable to catch a wink of sleep; rolling around with your whole face flushed red. Sungjae even gets up at midnight, asking if there’s anything wrong and you clear your throat, brushing him off. But every time you close your eyes, all you see is Yoongi’s face millimeters away, his breath fanning on your skin, the crinkle of his eyes and hands pulling you close; and your heart stutters, pounding loudly in your ears.

Your fingertips reach up to your lips, tracing the shape and the cupid’s bow dip; remembering his pressed on yours and the entire cycle begins again - you rolling around with your whole face flushed and unable to sleep.

You wonder if you’re really starting to go insane or if you’ve completely lost your marbles. Once again, Yoongi’s made you lose your mind but this time you can’t find it in you to curse at him.

And so, the entire night transpires just like that until exhaustion swallows you whole and you pass out at 4am.

//

By the time Sohyun shakes you awake, you’re nowhere near alert or ready for the day. You stand there dazed, staring at the blank wall and running through the memories, wondering if it was just a crazy dream. When you begin smiling out of nowhere, this time it’s Sohyun who asks if you’re okay. Unfortunately, you don’t get to dwell on it when you’re running extremely late and your siblings are already out the door.

You’re sprinting down the street, backpack only around one shoulder and your shoelaces untied. “Oh my god!” You’re gasping for air, barely making it in time for class. Regrettably there’s no time to see him or even drop by the student council room.

All morning you wonder how you should act if you see him, how he’ll act but by the mere thought of it, you’re already combusting.   

It’s when you see him in the hallway and he doesn’t even glance at you, does your delusions dissolve.

//

You clear your throat, nervously opening the door to the council room. “Hey-”

“-and the reports should be mandated straight into file cabinets!” He sighs, putting down his pen and everyone turns to where you’re standing. Taehyung’s face lights up as usual when he sees you but the others not so much. You wonder if they’re being reprimanded.

Yoongi turns too but a second later, he looks back at the papers in his hand, flipping the pages. “Y/N, you should go home. I’m busy today.”

“Oh. O-okay.” You nod slowly. Hoseok shoots you an apologetic smile and before you even step out the room, Yoongi’s already continuing.

That’s when the rosy world shatters.

//

That night you’re once again unable to sleep but this time for an entirely different reason.

You’re seething in anger and muttering under your breath. Yoongi completely disregarded you, not even a call or text, zero acknowledgement at all - he ignored you for the entire day and you couldn’t help but wonder if he was at home laughing at the fool you are, letting him kiss you and become so vulnerable.

When dawn hits, you leave before your siblings do, stomping all the way to school and up the stairs. The moment you pull the door open, it slams against the wall and closes shut on impact. Luckily Yoongi’s there and he does a double take on you before continuing to type on his laptop.

“You’re early today.” He mumbles casually. “What the- What the hell are you doing?!”

He finally looks you in the eyes when you close his laptop shut.

You grab fistfuls of his shirt, dragging him up to stand in front of you. “You’re an asshole, you know that? A fucking asshole who likes to play with people’s feelings!” There are almost tears in your eyes as you shake him silly like he’s a rag doll.

He frowns, a deep crease between his brows and he puts his hands over your fistfuls of his shirt. You finally let go, stepping back with an expression of hurt and he sighs. There’s a long silence full of tension before he speaks, scratching the back of his head nervously.

“Do you regret it? Is that why?”

“No, I don’t regret it!” You spit out at him.

“Then what the hell is going on?”

“What the hell is going on?!” You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms. “I’m wondering the same thing, Min Yoongi. You completely ignored me after you...you...you kissed me!”

“You won’t even look me in the eyes!” The knot between his brows lift and his expression turns into an emotionless one, waiting as you huff out and untangle your crossed arms. “What the hell are we?” You whisper out in utter distress. “What is this?”

He smiles, the gentle upturn of his lips as he steps forward and holds your shoulders in his hands. “I thought I made myself very clear.” He bends down at your eye level, fixing a gaze that melts all your anger and confusion away. “Especially when I walked you home that night.” He presses a quick kiss to your lips, pulling away much to your dismay. “We’re dating.”

The tips of his ears burn a shade of red, matching your blush. “I’m your boyfriend and you’re my girlfriend...unless you just want to be my slave.”

You punch his chest. “No you did not make yourself very clear. Especially when you didn’t talk to me at all yesterday.” You mumble under your breath.

He grins. “I never knew you were so needy.”

“I’m not, okay?!” You pout. “Or at least I’m not trying to be.”

His smile widens until his cheeks puff out completely, his eyes turn into half-moons and you can see his pink gums. Yoongi pulls you in an embrace, his arms loosely around your back as your nose digs into his uniform blazer. “I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to do or say.” He murmurs. “You make me too nervous.”

You lean back, his hands still clasped around your waist as you look up at him. “And here I thought I was the only nervous one.” You peck his pillow lips with a smile. “You’re too cute.”

“Don’t call me cute.” He growls, kissing you this time.

“But you are.” You smile mischievously while staring at him, letting your eyes search his face and memorizing every detail. After a pause of gazing at each other, you mindlessly whisper underneath your breath- “Who are you? Are you a demon, an angel or a puppy?”

He laughs, a sound that rings in your ears and makes you grin. “What are you talking about?” He pulls you closer, hooking his chin on your shoulder as your body presses on his.

“I’m Min Yoongi.” He says. “Yours.”

As you close your eyes, lingering on the feeling of his warmth, suddenly there’s a crash and a bang. Instinctively at the noise, you and Yoongi pull apart, now standing meters away from each other. “Ow!”

“Get off of me!”

“You’re stepping on my hand!”

The council members are on the floor in a heaping bunch and you groan, realizing that you never quite shut the door all the way. “We weren’t eavesdropping!” Jungkook declares as he gets up.

“I think it’s a little too late for that JK.” Jin laughs stiffly as he helps Jimin stand.

“Uh huh.” Yoongi is in the front chair, arms and legs crossed, looking absolutely unimpressed.

“Is it true?!” Hoseok grins, looking back from you to Yoongi. “Are you guys dating?!”

You and Yoongi look at each other as if communicated through eye contact while the members all look between you two, trying to decipher the facial expressions flashing back and forth. Yoongi inhales a deep breath, reasoning that there would be no harm in letting them know.

“Yes.”

“FINALLY!” Jimin shouts with a huge smile. If he had confetti in his pocket, he would’ve thrown it out.

He and Taehyung high five each other as Hoseok pats the president on the back multiple times, so hard that he turns into a fitting cough. Jin and Namjoon who are smiling, exhale a long breath before digging in their pockets for their wallets. They pull out a wad of cash and hand it to Jungkook who divides it into four piles.

“What’s going on?” You ask as Taehyung suffocates you in a hug.

“We made bets to see if he would finally get the balls to ask you before or after the school year was over.” Jin nods with another sigh.

“You guys made bets?!”

“Well yeah.” Taehyung grins, swiping his fair share of cash off the table. “It was so obvious with the way you two looked at each other.”

“And it was kind of excruciating with how long Yoongi was taking.” Jimin shakes his head before flashing Yoongi a thumbs up. “For a second there, I thought I was gonna have to ask you out to get him to finally do something or admit his feelings.”

“Yoongi would’ve killed you.” Jin points to him with a squeaky laugh. “Or skin you alive and we wouldn’t be able to help you.”

“That’s why I didn’t!” Jimin chuckles before looking at the two of you, as if you were his children and he was a proud father on his deathbed. “Congratulations.”

You and Yoongi purposely avoid each other’s faces, embarrassed and afraid you’ll both break out into grins and blushes. “Thanks...I guess.”

“Congratulations.” The others repeat after Jimin until Hoseok breaks out into a fake sob and Taehyung joins him, the both of them falling to the ground. “My boy’s grown up so much and yet I’m still single forever. I can’t believe Yoongi was the first one out of all of us to have a girlfriend.”

“So…” Namjoon takes a seat, chin perched in his hand as he leans close to Yoongi and his eyes twinkling with curiosity. “How far have you guys gone?”

You both groan, wondering if a mistake was made letting them know as they bombard you with a million questions.

//

The two of you are walking to his house, side by side. “Should I find another job?” You break the silence, thinking out loud. “Maybe as a waitress? I think the place I worked at during summer would take me back.”

He frowns. “Why?”

“Well…” You look at him, speaking a bit quieter. “Isn’t it weird if my boyfriend is paying me?”

Yoongi scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Can’t you differentiate personal relations between work ones? Please. And here I thought you were professional.” He walks up the steps, digging out the keys to open the front door. “Don’t worry. I won’t have any mercy on you. I need my house spotless so chop-chop.” He claps his hands together before launching on his couch, grinning as you scoff.

You mop in silence, dusting and cleaning the counters without a complaint except for the occasional swivel of your head and the narrowing of your eyes at his lazy figure sloped on the couch. He returns your glare with an exaggerated and idiotic smile until you turn back around.

When you’re vacuuming, he suddenly appears behind you, leaning on you in a back hug. When you look back at him in surprise, his eyes are focused in on a corner and he points. “You missed a spot. Don’t slack off.”

You scowl at him, pushing him off as he laughs and you dig the vacuum several times into the corner. “You’re really- hey!” You turn around, catching him walk away. “Did-did you just-”

“-slap your butt?” He finishes your sentence for you, lying back on the couch. “No. I didn’t.”

“I thought this was a workplace and we had to act professional.” You switch off the vacuum, crossing your arms and tilting your head to challenge him.

He opens one eye. “Sue me.”

A scoff of disbelief leaves your lips as you walk up to him, ready to take your revenge and make conduct a tickle torture until he’s begging you to stop. But as you approach closer, his hand shoots out and wraps around your arm, a yelp leaves your lips as he pulls you down.

Suddenly your limbs are restrained in his suffocating embrace, his legs twisted in yours as you scream and he just laughs. After a minute of thrashing, you lose energy and go limp. “This is horrible!”

“I bet.” He muses. “Being with me is horrible isn’t it? No one asked for you to fall for me.”

“No one said they fell for you!”

“Ouch. That hurts Y/N.”

“Let me go.” You whine, unable to even move your arms.

“But I’m too tired.” He snuggles you closer, nuzzling in your hair and getting comfortable.

“Min. Yoongi. You better not be thinking of taking a nap right now.” You deadpan and he only hums slowly in response. “You’re terrible.” You whisper before falling victim to his tricks and closing your eyes.

“We’re both terrible.” He laughs. “Two terribles make a great, huh?”

“What kind of logic is that?” You mumble.

There’s a long drawn out silence before he calls your name but with no response, he looks down and discovers you’re already sleeping; small puffs of air leaving your lips as your chest heaves gently. He smiles before settling back down, the both of you taking a nap in each other’s arms in the middle of the afternoon.

Life has never been better for Min Yoongi.

//  

“What is this?” Yoongi holds up a newspaper from the stand the moment you walk into the school.

You do a half-scoff and a half-laugh. “So I’m not just going crazy after all.”

When the two of you had arrived on campus, you felt everyone’s stares on you both. Some girls were crying and other guys were frowning but most of them had this...smile and look of awe or something of excitement that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. You thought you were paranoid when you felt everyone’s stares burn in your back. But now the paper that Yoongi held up to the light read: ‘Cool guy’s exterior broken, fire with fire makes love’.  

You couldn’t help but chortle at Yoongi’s horrified expression. The newspaper is filled with different takes on your ‘love story’ and student’s opinions; some supporting the relationship and a few criticizing how different the social standards are or that you’re too barbaric for someone princely like him. There’s even a narrative section of you as Cinderella, misunderstood by all until Yoongi comes and sweeps you off your feet.  

You wonder who spread the news but you have your suspicions on the council members who might’ve run their mouths; chatting about it in the hallways, Taehyung slipping his lips to his theater friends to Hoseok even bursting into the newspaper club’s room, making an announcement and the news known so that other girls can back off of Yoongi - maybe it’s all of them combined.

“Miss. Y/N would you like to share your techniques on how you baited someone like Yoongi? We would all like to know!” A girl with a notepad, scribbling furiously, asks you.

“How did you manage to get Y/N, a mysterious girl known to be cold and serious, to be your girlfriend? Tell us how you wooed her!” A underclassman boy grins, shoving a microphone into Yoongi’s face as another points a large camera straight at him.

Yoongi grumbles incoherently in response, shoving it away and through the crowd, grabbing your wrist and quickly escaping. All the girls gasp before melting at the gesture, the guys unamused with the reaction and the others with their cameras quickly shoot a few photos.

People would think that the two of you were celebrities with the curious interrogations and students practically a big paparazzi.

The school had been deprived of recent drama since all the companies and stocks had been completely steady. It was also far along enough in the school year that new relationships weren’t emerging anytime soon and so, people became desperate for new news. When they caught wind of their president and the scholarship student, they ran like thirsty camels after a long walk through the Saharan.

“Oh my god.” Choa blinks hard, looking at the news board where the cover of the newspaper is tacked. “Can you believe this?” She rips it off, turning around and giving it to Hara.

Hara looks at it for a long moment before scoffing, walking away while putting it on a nearby table. “About time.” She mutters.

Choa quickly catches up with her, analyzing her poker face. “Are you not mad?”

“Why would I be mad?” She rolls her eyes. “I would seriously be pissed off if they didn’t get together. She’s the closest one to Yoongi and would’ve been an idiot if she wasted her chances.”

“I thought you liked him...or at least you hated Y/N.” Choa frowns, absolutely confused at Hara’s apathy.

“I never said I liked her.” She snaps back, throwing her hair over her shoulder as the two continue to strut down the hallway. “But better her than any other bitch who’s only after him for money or superficial reasons.”

Hara cocks her head to the side with a hmph, entering the bathroom. She pulls out a tube of gloss, smearing it on her lips.

If anyone in the world knew of your ‘no nonsense’ and ‘no bullshit’ policy first hand, it was Hara. Whether she wanted to admit it or not, you were strong enough to withhold any hardships and she be damned if you ever hurt him; If he ever hurt you, you’d beat the living daylights out of him anyways. You were more than able to handle yourself.

And if there was anyone who could control Yoongi, it would be you. “Yoongi deserves the best and she’s pretty damn close to it.”

//

The huge office’s red curtains are drawn, dark except for a lamp on the desk switched on. The classical music swirls in the background, bass strings rumbling the floor and the paintings on the walls. A little unnecessary some might argue but he’s always loved the dramatic effects and making a scene like he’s on theater stage. It was how he caught his wife’s attention in the first place.

The colossal doors swing open, a beam of light piercing through the room as the wood creaks on the hinges. His son immediately sighs. “Why is it so damn dark in here?”

Mr. Min swivels around in his chair, hands clasped together on his desk while wearing a thoughtful, serious expression. “Son.”

Yoongi doesn’t even need to blink to know full well that his father’s extremely bored to be acting like a mafia leader. “Why did you call me?” He says, unimpressed.

Mr. Min looks over to his vice who’s slightly amused but essentially tolerating the extravagant behaviour. “You can leave now.”

Mr. Lee lowers his head, bowing before stepping outside, closing the doors. “Take a seat boy.” The principal exhales slowly, nodding towards the chair in front of the desk.

Yoongi complies, plopping down in the seat. “What is this?” Mr. Min throws the school newspaper in front of him, one of bolded headlines and a picture revealing you and him together. He twirls around in his chair twice before stopping. “I told you to watch her, to take care of her and make her a top student. Not to date her!”

Yoongi frowns, voice dropping a tone. “Do you seriously have a problem with me being with her?”

“Well, she’s not the most qualified to be married into the Min family.” He becomes a bit more serious, lifting a brow in interest; seeing how far it’ll take to egg Yoongi onto anger.

Yoongi scoffs. “I don’t give a damn about the Min family, qualifications or status. I can like who I like and I’ll marry who I want to marry.”

The two fall into silence, staring at each other without breaking away or blinking. The intensity makes the tension heavy in the room, enough for Mr. Lee to feel goosebumps even from standing outside the door. But if looks could kill, Mr. Min would’ve dropped dead ages ago.

Suddenly he breaks out into a rambunctious laugh, emitting deep from his chest and roaring in the room, making Yoongi flinch. “I’m just kidding! You won’t even play along with your old man when he’s bored anymore?”

“Congratulations Yoongi.”

Yoongi makes a face of disgust. “God, can you please not congratulate me? I’ve been hearing that all week and you’re the last person I want to hear that from. Just stay out of my love life, old man.”

He laughs again. “If I never got encouragement from my father, I would’ve never been able to snatch your mother up!”

“Please don’t say you ‘snatched’ her up.” Yoongi facepalms. “It makes you sound like you kidnapped her.”

“She would’ve beat me with her handbag if I even tried touching her back then.” The older man reminisces with a smile before turning back to his son with an exhale and a proud grin. “I really thought you were going to end up as a bachelor forever! Ha ha ha. Guess I was wrong! You do have some moves after all!”

“Don’t underestimate my abilities.” Yoongi smirks.

“I should chat with Y/N sometime.”

The younger sighs. “Keep her out of this.”

“But how can I? She’s my son’s girlfriend! And maybe my future daughter-in-law!”

“Oh god.”

Mr. Min takes a deep interest in the flustered boy sitting in front of him; the son he raised from birth. He knows Yoongi is calm by nature, yet the younger comes so quick to defend you. It’s absolutely fascinating to him. With a small smile, Mr. Min muses that Yoongi must really be fond of you.

But even that is an understatement.

[usuckcharlie]

jim

west coast smoker - I'm a nervous wreck, The drugs just make me reset

colors - You're only happy when your sorry head is filled with dope, I hope you make it to the day you're twenty-eight years old / Everything is blue ,His pills, his hands, his jeans / Everything is grey His hair, his smoke, his dreams And now he's so devoid of color He don't know what it means

don't threaten me with a good time - Five-thousand people with designer drugs Don't think I'll ever get enough / I've told you time and time again I'm not as think as you drunk I am

love/drugs - Cocaine bending on a daddy's dime, Nothing looks pretty in a heartless city, A new drug he’s ready to try

using - Needed a distraction from my head, Devil on my shoulder said try this instead

train - I wanna run away with you, Come on run away, run away with me

zombie - And I have seen it all, My own mother's afflictions taking over, Yeah I, I've seen it all before Where money alone can't buy forgiveness / And I can see that you don't seem like yourself anymore

drugs - Please don't make me go back to real life, It could be fatal

how does it feel - how does it feel, To be what you've become, What you said you would never be, 'Cause I don't feel anything anymore / And how does it feel, To be just like your friends

art school - Lay down, I lie again My pants on fire, Talking so confident My small empire

a detailed and poetic physical threat - It's messed up You always can become what you hate

happy pills - I take my pills and I'm happy all the time / we take strange things to feel normal 

we try but we dont fit in - Hold on, who am I again? / All my friends, we're just the same. We all pretend that we're okay

summer depression - Pretty face with pretty bad dreams, No one knows I cry in my sleep Waking up feeling like shit It’s a normal thing to feel like this / My worst habit Is my own sadness, So I stay up all night Wondering why I'm so tired all the time

x & y - I know something is broken, And I'm trying to fix it, Trying to repair it, Any way I can

shades of cool - My baby lives in shades of blue, Blue eyes and jazz and attitude, He lives in California too, He drives a Chevy Malibu / He lives for love, he loves his drugs, he loves his baby too / But I can't fix him, can't make him better And I can't do nothing about his strange weather

off - Chew and swallow pills straight from Satan’s cabinet Swear to god I spent a lifetime building habits

my love - My love, Do I even know you at all?

star treatment - Ask your mates but golden boy's in bad shape, I found out the hard way That here ain't no place for dolls like you and me

im not ok - I'm not okay, I'm bad for my health, I'm just like everyone else Fucked up like everyone else, im sick of myself, who needs to get well

4am - I'm thinking too much again. How my life will end?

california - feeling down so you try to get fucked up. You’re up but you’re still down on your luck. You blacked out when the sky was still blue. People say what happened to you? California, what a way to die.

how to never stop being sad - praying just for one second you could feel the warmth of equally returned love. My life is shit because I deserve it, right? You must have done something really bad, and it's nearly impossible for you to cry now. Allow yourself to lose interest in the things you love. Watch as you begin to take a backseat to the world around you.

ocean eyes - You really know how to make me cry, when you gimme those ocean eyes. I'm scared

the beach - Fallin' again, I need a pick-me-up, I hope I don't murder me, I hope I don't burden you. Swim with me, I think I could see the beach

daddy issues - I'm not entirely here.Half of me has disappeared. Go ahead and cry little boy. You know that your daddy did too. You know what your mama went through. You gotta let it out soon, just let it out

greetings from califournia - I've got a dozen insecurities, But I don't think you should be worried for me. I know once you come to California You will never look back

fake love - I'm falling down your stairwell Eyes are closing, if you can't tell/ lose yourself until we come back down/ Hard drugs, fake love; it's a sensation

okay - Positive I'm blinking but I don’t know how Positive an oxy just went in my mouth Positive I'll die tonight, no fucking doubt. Okay, okay, dirty habits well you don't say. Tryna' stop me, I'm like no way, no way. Ask me how I'm doing, yeah, I'm coping. I swear ever since I hit it I ain't ever been the same.

drawing pins - Lights are on but no one's in. I don't feel like I belong here at all.