#im so shy guys im so shy (runs very shyly around in circles and makes tread marks on ur dash)

[socialbunny]

But I'm only half as wrong as you

[forever-rogue]

Feels Like Home

Summary | Bucky just seems a little out of sorts lately, so you decide to do something special for him. 

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Warnings | none

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Bucky had been different lately. Not bad or mean or anything just...different. Off. 

No matter how hard you tried to figure it out, you just couldn’t. That left you with the only logical conclusion you could think of. 

“Buck?” you were sitting at the kitchen table, silently eating dinner as you sat across the table from each other. About halfway through your meal, you’d lost your appetite and set your fork down before pushing your plate away. That garnered his attention as he turned to look at you with a weak little ghost of a smile. You couldn’t take this anymore so you just decided to go ahead and ask, “are you upset with me?”

“What?” he set his own fork down as his brows narrowed and he gave you a quizzical expression, “what are you talking about, Bub? W-where did you get that idea?”

“Have you really not noticed?” you asked softly as he leaned closer. You could see that there were darker than normal circles under his eyes, and he just looked...tired. Exhausted even. He shook his head slowly as you sighed lightly, “you’ve been different. We’ve been different. Did I...did I do something? Are you going to break up with me?”

“I...no - never. I would never break up with you, Bub,” he insisted, wondering where all of this suddenly came from. You just shrugged lightly as tears pricked at the back of your eyes and you focused on your plate, “I love you, you must know that.”

“Then why have you been pushing me away?” your voice was small and shaking as a single tear rolled down your cheek. Bucky made a small sound in the back of his throat as you swiped at the wetness before looking back up to meet his eyes, “the past couple of weeks, I just feel like you’ve been shutting me out. If I did something, please just tell me. I just want you to be okay - for us to be okay.”

“Bub,” he slowly stood up and walked to your side of the table before sinking down on his knees, turning your chair towards him with no effort. He reached for your hands and gently took them in his, his larger ones easily engulfing yours. You held back a sniffle as you met those ocean eyes you loved so much, “I’m not upset with you, or anything. I’m sorry, so sorry if you think that’s what’s going on. I love you a little more every day - this is...it’s just been rough lately.”

“Is everything okay? Are you alright, Bucky?” you dropped one of his hands and brought yours to his face, gently stroking his cheek. He closed his eyes and keened lightly into your touch, “what’s going on?”

“I just...this feels so silly,” he admitted softly, “but sometimes I’m just reminded by how out of place I am. I’m a hundred and six-year-old man in a modern world. It feels...odd sometimes.”

“Oh Bucky,” you whispered softly. You couldn’t lie and say you understood what he was going through or feeling, but you’d always be there for him. That much you did know, and he knew it too, even if there were times that were harder, “I’m sorry, my love. I know it must be hard sometimes, I can’t even imagine, but I’m always here for you. You can tell me anything, even the most mundane thing. But you do belong here - you belong here with me, and Sam, and Sarah, and everyone else. You’re right where you’re supposed to be, even if it doesn’t feel like it. If there’s anything I can do to help, whatever it is, just tell me, okay?”

“Yes,” he whispered softly, giving you a gentle nod before he took your hand and pressed a kiss to your palm, “I love you. I’m sorry I’ve made you think anything but. It’s not you at all...just me.”

“Hey,” you put your hand under his chin and tilted his face up towards yours, “I love you, James. Always.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It was an interesting thing to be with Bucky. He was a man that, if you didn’t know any better, was very much a man of the times. He dressed, acted, and felt the part. But underneath it all, you knew there were times when he was still left in amazement or awe. You’d say something and he would look at you with that expression. 

But now that you knew better, there were times when you could see something flicker across his face. There were times when you could sense that he was missing something. Even if he didn’t mention anything. 

So when you saw something interesting cross your social media feeds that piqued your interest, you came up with a plan. You hoped he would like it - it wouldn’t be much, but you hoped it would be good enough either way. Maybe a little surprise for your lover was a little push in the right direction to get his mood up a little bit.

Whatever happened, you were willing to try. Anything to put a smile back on his sweet face. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The whole apartment smelled of delicious cooking; you’d been hard at work for the last several hours, attempting to perfect this evening’s meal and dessert for him. You weren’t a huge natural when it came to the kitchen, but you’d watched enough TikToks on how to make meals you knew were a part of his childhood and practically committed them to memory. 

You’d turned on some light jazz that you knew he’d like - and you did as well - swaying slightly to the music as you worked on finishing everything up. Everything did look good, and you hoped that he would like it. If nothing else, you knew he’d appreciate the effort. You could do something as simple as pour him a cup of coffee in the morning and he’d be over the moon. The man really did love you more than you thought was ever possible. For once you wanted to turn the tables around and make him feel as special as he always made you feel.

“Bub?” Bucky’s soft voice surprised you so much that you almost jumped out of your skin. You were putting together a salad and had been so focused on chopping and singing quietly along to the music that you hadn’t even heard him come in. You turned around and gave him a giant smile before almost running over to him, “what’s all this? Smells good.”

“James,” you whispered softly before gently touching his face and carding your hand through his hair, “you’re home just in time. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he promised softly, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, “what’s going on?”

“It’s just...it feels silly now, so don’t laugh,” you insisted as he raised an eyebrow at you, “I wanted to do something special for you.”

“For me?” he asked softly, immediately overwhelmed by the idea that you went through any trouble for him. You bit your lip and shyly nodded, “what for?”

“I just...you mentioned you’ve been having a bit of a hard time lately and I wanted to do something special for you to maybe make it a little better,” you admitted, as you took his hand and pulled him further into the kitchen, “now, don’t get too excited because it’s nothing super special but I hope you’ll like it.”

“You gonna tell me what it is, Bub, or am I going to have to guess?” he asked softly as you realized you hadn’t exactly told him what was going on. You pointed to the various dishes on the counter and food still on the stove that was warm and ready. Bucky looked around and inhaled the familiar smell of the foods he had grown up with back during his childhood. A lump welled up in his throat as his heart felt like it was about. You were beaming at him, waving your hands in a small ‘ta-da’ motion, “you did all this for me?”

“I did,” you admitted, “hopefully the recipes are somewhat real and the food somewhat good? There were a few things that left me wondering what the hell you guys were eating back then! But...I just wanted to do something to make you feel a little more, at home? I dunno. Like I said, it’s not much, but it’s a little something.”

“I love it,” he admitted softly as he turned to you, his blue eyes soft, “I love you. This is...this is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for me.”

“Wow,” you whispered as he pulled you into his arms, “that’s saying a lot for a man that’s been through hell and back multiple times. You sure about that, James?”

“I am,” and then he kissed you. Softly and slowly, wrapping his arms around your body as he held as tightly as possible in his arms. You threw your arms around his neck as you held him back, “no one has ever seen me like you do, has treated me like you. You are everything. I love you so much. I’m sorry I ever made you doubt for even a second.”

“I love you too, James,” you whispered as you pulled back and cradled his face in your hands, “so much more than you’ll ever know. I would do anything just to see that sweet smile back on your face. Even if it’s something little like this.”

“Little?” he asked, looking around at the mountain of food and dishes you’d prepared, “by the looks of it, this took you some time!”

“Okay...maybe most of the day,” you admitted, “but it was worth it. You are worth it, my love.” 

“As much as I want to eat of all this, will you do me a favor first?” he asked softly, taking a step back and admiring you. It was funny, how he still managed to make you feel this shy and nervous, even after being together for years.

“Anything.”

“Dance with me?” he asked as you realized you still had the music playing in the background. You laughed lightly but nodded, taking his outstretched hand and letting him take the lead. It was quiet for a while, the only sound was the gentle music and the soft whispers of adoration you exchanged, “I love you, Bub.”

“I love you, James.”

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[moxfirefly]

Oh... Bitch. #19 and I request Mikey. I wanna see your magic and well... His. 😏🧡

Oh yes, let’s get it!

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

Michelangelo was dumbfounded. Truly stumped at the sentence that rolled out of your mouth.

He must’ve misheard, it wouldn’t be the first time, his mind always running a hundred per hour but this wasn’t the case.

Michelangelo gripped your feet, massaging the soles as you spoke. The two of you sat on the couch in the truck. It had taken several weeks of begging but Mikey had managed to swear on a stack of Wu-Tang vinyls that if Donnie lended him the truck he would return it in its complete safe mint condition. The reason for this was he wanted to take his girl out for a drive, maybe park somewhere nice, watch the night life, the city lights.

It was gonna be a perfect date for sure.

After some driving around, totally showing off that he so was a responsible driver unlike what his brothers suspected, he had parked. The two of you moved to the back part and enjoyed every nifty little gadget for entertainment that Donnie had installed.

So now as the two of you settled and talked about everything, the topic had shifted to sex.

For Mikey, even if his actual reptile brain was vibrating at the possibility of sex, he knew some of these talks were a means for you to find your ground. The topic often came up, not to say things hadn’t gotten pretty heated between the two of you, but it never escalated above some heavy petting.

Tonight though, Mikey’s brow bones shot up over the reason why you were still apprehensive of taking that final step. The reason though, just left him feeling incredulous.

“What do you mean you’ve never cum from sex?!” Mikey sat up better, attention at high when you covered your face and laughed. “It happens, Mike. More often than one would like but the guys I’ve been with just...” You trailed off, the situation was embarrassing as if.

Mikey bounced the information in his brain, were you afraid he would be another on the list? Then again it could be understandable, this was his first serious relationship. You noticed his pensive gaze and scooted close. “Hey im not saying you aren’t gonna get the job done, but my experiences just haven’t been earth shattering” You grabbed his hand, thumbs pressing on his palms.

Mikey shrugged with a shy smile. “Well, I think I can change that string of bad luck” The confidence was there and you couldn’t deny it was something that often made you giddy on the inside. With no hesitation you pressed your smiling lips to his, you felt the tips of his fingers caress beneath your chin. If there was something the orange banded ninja felt confident about, it was his ability to kiss. Often a time had he seen that glazed, love drunk gaze on you after a particularly steamy makeout session. Wether a soft, ghosting of a teasing kiss to those more messier saliva exchanging kisses. Mikey simply just knew how to work his mouth.

And you would be a god damn liar if you hadn’t fantasized about said mouth doing other things.

There in the softly lit back of the truck, you let yourself fall into the familiar ache that his mouth caused you. A few weeks ago you had ridden his thigh to the point of your nethers throbbing with a terrible need. Mikey’s lips teasingly kissed towards your neck, carefully raking his teeth over the sensitive spots. His kissing alone was far superior than those of your ex lovers, Mikey’s attention to detail when it came to your sweet spots was critical for him. He knew your neck was free game, too easy but he’d learned about your shoulders, about squeezing your waist and pressing you against himself.

He was well aware of raining down some cocky comments against your mouth or ears would deliver fantastic results.

You pulled back just an inch, eyes scanning his. You caressed his face, thumbs running across his lips, shiny with the taste of yours.

“Okay, let’s try it out” You spoke softly, cheeks flushed but eyes so very certain. He felt his heart rattle inside of him, nervousness rose but he fought against it when your hands caressed him so lovingly. You could reassure him with a look often times but if you touched him, ran your hands over his cheeks or arms, whatever self doubt would melt away.

Everything melts with Mikey.

Just like now, somewhere along the various sounds inside of the truck and the soft music playing you got up and started to undress before him. Mikey’s frozen in place but not out of fear or embarrassment but more so because he doesn’t want to miss a second of what you are giving him. Intimate parts of you he’d only gotten his fingertips to brush or lips to kiss. He’s mesmerized, hypnotized truly. Watching jeans slide down your legs and a sweater fall somewhere near your shoes. He can’t take his eyes off of you, sweaty hands pushing down his own shorts as he kicks off his shoes, thankful for not being in his full usual gear.

Mikey swallows dryly when your knees hit the couch, straddling his lap and effectively trapping him in your scent. Lazily you feel his hands on your hips steadying you. The kissing picks up again and you’ve never felt more in tune with somebody.

Somewhere along the heat his fingers find the clasp of your bra, hand at the back of his head you give him that nudge to do what he’s so very much craved. Burying his face between the two fleshy mounds he inhaled and shuddered against softness. Biting your lip you try to grind down on him, lost in the content sigh that blows hot air against your sternum.

“Mikey...” It’s a whisper against his temple, felt so deeply within his soul that can’t help but tug you closer to him. “You’re like, beautiful” He’s punch drunk and you’re pretty sure he just said that to your breasts but it brings chuckling smile out of you. “You’re not so bad yourself either” You take your lustful moment to run your hands down his chest, enamored with the texture, aroused by the strength you feel beneath your fingertips. You take a daring second to lean down and lick a slow stripe up his neck. Mikey felt like he short circuited with just that, he wondered if the rest of you would cause more of those sensations.

So he can’t help but find out. He moves you to lay down on the cozy couch, settled between your legs he grinds against your clothed heat. You want him already, quiet little moans escape you and go straight to his hard on. His underwear is past his hips and yours is pushed to the side and that familiar burn knocks the wind out of you cause it’s never felt this strongly. The shape of him makes you lift your hips to seek him out further and Mikey moans something guttural against your chest when he bottoms out in you.

“Fu-uck, oh god” It’s so sincere and muffled against your left breast that you’re secretly proud you caused that in him. He’s wary of his weight, one arm above your head to grip the armrest the other dug beneath your low back. He keeps you just the way you want to and the rest is your legs tightly snug against his waist, the edges of his shell digging in. That first cautious thrust is accompanied by his lips around your nipple. You shudder against him, the overwhelming sensation catching you off guard. You watch the arm above you flex, muscle twitch with his next thrust. He’s hitting spots that no other lover had bothered to, tongue twirling around your nipple alternating between sucking and biting the flesh.

You cuss, feel yourself shudder and stick to him with desire. “Jesus just-god!” You’re a mess of words when he licks all the way to your earlobe and bites down. “Just what? Hmm, girly you’re so warm around my dick” You must be red, every inch of you must be crimson because hearing him talk like that shouldn’t affect you that much. Mikey’s clearly riding the high of it, noticing how you clench around him and pull him into wet warmth.

Soon enough he’s thrusting harder, quicker and the truck is filled with panting and praising. You run your hands up his plastron, enjoying how that makes him buck more. He finds you lips and kisses you with a need that can’t be measured, tongue entwining with yours. The hand that had been so viciously holding the armrest snakes down your side and in between both of yours moving bodies. You feel the pad of his rough thumb slowly circle your hardened clit and the feeling is enough to moan into his mouth. Mikey licks the roof of your mouth and recaptures your mouth and it’s dizzying. The soft but firm circles on your sensitive nub make you squirm and tremble. It’s too many feelings at once, his cock filling you up, lips on yours distracting and that’s treacherous little motion of his thumb.

Soon you start to feel it, a tightening, a tension that makes you seek his thrusts out more. You want to moan but his kiss muffles it, tongue so busy making you needier. Mikey rubbed faster this time, the salacious wet sounds mixed with the sounds of slapping. You’re teetering and it’s too much for you to be able to concentrate on the kiss. Your mouth opens and you gasp when that free fall feeling hits. Mikey rubs and pounds and you cum. Your eyes shut tight as you scream, gushing around his length and spasming. Your back arches, hands trying to grab or push at anything. Mikey jackhammers the last of what he can and cums hard only making you shiver and spasm more. He buries his face between your sweaty breast, harsh breaths hitting the skin.

You find feelings against in your legs and your heart allows you to relax in the post coital bliss. “Was...Was that good?” Mikey sounds dead but so deeply satisfied and you giggle, the movement making your chest vibrate and he happily nuzzles your chest. “More than good, I think I lost my vision for five seconds” He snorts and you smile as you affectionately caress the back of his head.

“...Wanna go again?” You ask shyly.

“Absolutely” He grins against your skin.

[lovely-teeztaetae]

Hello! Can I get ATEEZ and GOT7 written ship? 💖 5’10 tall; dark brown, shoulder-length hair with bangs; blue eyes (the left eye is mixed with hazel, aka, heterochromia iridium); heptagon face shape with dimples; inverted triangle body shape. INFP-T. Bisexual. Pisces-Aries cusp sign. ”Looks like could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll.” At first, I may come off as reserved, shy, yet polite. I, as many of us, have a resting bitch face, that’s why people may think that I’m in a bad mood. It takes me a lot of time to warm up to somebody, cause I’m socially awkward. Hate small talk, or speaking in front of the public. When I’m nervous, I tend to mess up my words or forget what I was supposed to say. I’m usually playful, dirty-minded and goofy around close friends. I’m the so-called, ”fashionista and mom” from my circle of friends. A perfectionist, punctual, over-thinker, slight control/clean freak. Stubborn in some situations. If I’m annoyed or getting impatient, I can say something witty or sarcastic. I’m constantly fighting an inner battle with myself, trying to accept myself. I don’t like to smile or laugh in public, cause of the small gap between my front teeth. I really hate taking selfies or somebody else taking pictures of me. The clothes I wear depends on my mood (and the weather outside), but it’s always a mix of smart casual/vintage/or comfortable. Don’t like doing things out of my comfort zone, prefer to stay indoors. Hate crying in public, or asking people for help (it makes me feel uncomfortable). I don’t like arguments, but I will square up if they come for my family or I snapped. I’m a kind-hearted person, always ready to help someone in need, quite modest as well. Used to be a people’s pleaser. My hobbies include listening to any type of music, reading, watching movies or tv shows, traveling (if given the chance), and cleaning. Have a thing for art, especially fashion. Very protective of my family. Divorced parents. Motherly towards kids and friends. An old soul, and the ”black sheep” of my family. A 100% feminist, support LGBT community. Sometimes I like to try and cook easy recipes. Dislike coffee, prefer tea or orange juice. That’s it, - thanks!

Pt 1; ATEEZ

Hi lovely @pataim , thank you so much for requesting! 😘

After looking more into your INFP personality, I have decided to pair you with our bright ENFJ

Which is,,,,,,,,

♡ Jeong Yunho ♡

Oi, total ball of sunshine !

And NO, it is not because of height!

Although you and Yunho have things in common, you also have A LOT of differences, which could be difficult to deal with at first, but with both of your guys fun and witty personalities, it would all be worth it.

We know Yunho as our fierce diva of the group, and your 🧐 ahem (haha I’m playing! ), dirty mindedness, would be a funny go along that would have everyone looking at you two in complete confusion, but you two would get eachother and at the end of the day that’s all that matters!

Although you may not like to smile or laugh in public, Yunho would make sure to catch you off guard as many times as possible, and would find you laughing at his jokes and fun antics as an accomplishment!

♡ First Impression ♡

- song ; ‘No Judgement’ Niall Horan ♡ -

( Reasons behind song )

You are a fun loving person around you and your friends, and Yunho makes sure that you are one hundred percent comfortable being that way around him too!

~ fluff ~

“What are you playin’?” I asked My friend as she once again slammed her remote down in frustration.

“Last One Standing, but my partner sucks!” She pouted. I rolled my eyes at her childish action.

I set my snack down and walked over sitting next to her on the floor and taking the remote.

“Let me try.”

I put the headset on and began to speak into the mic.

“Hello?” I asked as I started up the game.

Over the mic, I heard a bunch of noise on the other side and awaited an answer.

“Uh, InvincibleCat1123?” I assumed he was asking what her name was, and I furrowed my brows at the name but then remembered that our voice were far from the same.

“No im not InvincibleCat- I’m Cat’s friend Y/n.” I cut it short as the game was going to soon be starting.

“Oh, hi Y/n, I’m Yunho.”

“ I heard you two were having trouble, so I’m here to win us this game!” I excaimed killing one of the zombies in the lobby.

He was quiet at first before answering loudly.

“Then let’s go!” He gave back the same enthusiasm causing me to let out a loud laugh.

~

“Get him Y/n!” Yunho screamed as he began running into the corner of the building, ducking his character behind all of the boxes in fear of a zombie killing him.

“I’m trying!” I yelled back, struggling to kill the multiple zombies coming in my direction.

After successfully fighting all of them off, I yelled back into the mic.

“Come on Yunho, run to the gate and keep it open!” I responded, trying to get the rest of our loote before following his character back into the shelter.

“Y/n, we made-“ Yunho was cut off when his character stumbled into a propane tank and exploded.

“No! We were so close!” I said slamming down the controller.

“Try again?” He asked shyly, causing me to put my head in my hands and sulk.

But in a weird way, I was beginning to enjoy Yunho’s lack of skill in this game, so I happily agreed to play with him again.

“This time, I’ll open the gate.”

I hope that you enjoyed this! And I will try my best to get the rest of my requests up today! 😘

[dazedbymalum]

Funky Punk {2}

What’s that like?

Dakota

First I'm nervous about my first day, then I run into a human whose literally the essence of art, I get his number, and now I find out we have the majority of our classes together, including my first one today, English.

I walk into the classroom a bit overwhelmed at first "you can just sit with me" Michael suggests and I nod while following him to the table in the back of the classroom

"Good morning class, I'd like everyone to welcome Miss Dakota Adams, she will be joining us in study! We are so pleased to have you, where are you coming from?" My english teacher, Mr. Steward, asks me and I bite my lip nervously as everyone stares.

"I-um New York" I stutter and my cheeks go aflame with embarrassment

"Man, you have a cool ass name and you're from New York? Damn" Michael mutters quietly to me

"Is there something you'd like to share Mr. Clifford?" Our teacher raises an eyebrow at Michael "Uh no, I was telling her that her name is cool, I'm not trying to sell weed under the table sir, not this time at least" Michael laughs and I look at him and furrow my eyebrows

How could someone ever say something like that so confidently...to a teacher? Mr. Steward sighs deeply "I'd like to not send you to the office this early in the day Mr. Clifford." he states and Michael shrugs

"It wouldn't be a first sir" Michael states nonchalantly

"Michael stop" I mumble quietly to him and he glances at me

"I can say what I please doll face" he grumbles

We go through the rest of the class without a word and then the bell rings "I don't have that class with you" he mumbles

"Can you still take me there?" I bite my lip and he sighs and once he looks at me he stares for a few seconds "I guess so, yeah, my mate Luke is in that class" I nod

We walk to the Astronomy class and Michael walks in with me and his eyes scan the room "Hemmings" he calls out and a very tall blonde boy with piercing blue eyes looks our way and smirks when he sees me. He walks out way "hello gorgeous" he winks at me "I'm Luke"

I giggle and blush "I'm Dakota, I ran into Michael this morning by mistake" I state and then Michael butts in "Yeah, she's new here and I found out she has a lot of the same classes as me" Michael gives Luke a cold stare and Luke completely ignores it

"Well you can sit with me babe, Michael isn't in this class, but I'll keep ya company" he flashes me a smile and I take in his appearance. His hair is styled all messy and he wears a black and grey striped sweater with black skinny jeans, he has plugs in his ears and a lip piercing. "Thank you" I mumble shyly and I feel my cheeks go pink "I sit over there" he points out his desk and I look at Michael "I'll see you" he nods and I make my way over to the desk beside Luke's.

I glance over at the two boys and I see Luke hand Michael a few cigarettes and Michael puts them in his container and then shoved it in his pocket, he sees I'm watching their interaction and a smile forms on Michael's face. He winks at me which causes me to giggle and shake my head.

Luke comes over and plops in the seat next to mine "so what've you got next?" He asks and I pull out my schedule "music" he sits up excitedly "Michael and I are in that class, along with our friend Nate" I nod "then I have lunch" I tell him and he laughs "Don't expect Mike to be there, he usually skips out the rest of the day" I nod and I'm slightly sad internally because Michael looked so happy to see we have classes together and he's not even gonna be there.

"I skip out with him sometimes, but I have a math test" Luke explains and then class starts.

-music-

Luke walks me to music and I learned that I really like Luke, he seems like a really cool guy and he actually did talk to me during class, unlike Michael. "Hey Dakota" Michael calls from across the room and my face goes red. Thanks Michael, everyone is staring at me now. Perfect.

I walk over to him with Luke "hey babe, I realized that you never gave me your number? I just gave you mine" he grins and I pull out my phone and text him

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - To: Funky Punk don't call me babe - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - He pulls out his phone and reads my text and laughs "sorry babe" he smirks and I roll my eyes. Why is he so annoying now? Ever since I told him to stop in English he's been annoying to me. Luke sees the annoyance on my face and whispers in my ear "Don't let Mike get to you, he's always like this" I nod at his words and Michael side glances us and he pulls out his phone

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - To: Dakota im leaving during lunch...wanna come?

To: Funky Punk it's my first day Michael :/ im not skipping out and plus, I literally just met you this morning

To: Dakota ur the one who asked for my number - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I look over at him and roll my eyes and pay attention to the class "Hey Luke didn't you say your other friend was in here too?" I ask him and he nods "Yeah Nate, I think he's actually sick though, left early Friday and stayed home all weekend"

He looks at me "what do you actually do music wise?" He chuckles and I smile "I sing" he raises his eyebrows at my words "the shy girl sings? Well damn" I laugh at his words

Michael

What the fuck Luke? I literally told him this morning about my encounter with her and said I called dibs and he's totally flirting with her freely in front of me and I know it's only gonna progress, so I guess I'm not skipping. Ugh.

The bell rings and I walk to the cafeteria with them "I thought you were skipping?" Dakota asks and I nod "yeah I was, but I figured I shouldn't leave you here on your first day alone, that would be a dick move" I shrug and she just looks at me and then looks away "Luke we're going to our area ri-" he cuts me off "of course we are Mike, where else would we sit?" I nod

We make our way to the picnic tables outside and I pull out my cigs and bring one to my mouth and light the tip. I inhale and let the nicotine invade me, letting any stress or strain immediately wash away. I see Dakota glance at me and I smirk and take another drag "What's that like?" She mumbles "Hm?" I look at her "smoking, what's that like? Do you feel it?" She looks curious and kinda confused and I laugh

"It takes away the stress, wanna drag doll face?" I hold out my cigarette for her and she reluctantly takes it and Luke watches

"Dakota, you don't have to" he mutters as he eats his burger and she completely ignores him and she puts it in her mouth and takes an inhale and I watch her as she gives me back the cig and coughs, I chuckle

"Oh sorry about the lipstick" she mutters and I see the red circle around it and I shrug and continue smoking "it's okay love"

I see her blush and I mentally give myself a high five

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