#went out with a guy (casual friend) a few weeks back and I wasn't sure about it at the time bc

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[chiyuuchu]

II. The plot twist of admiration <3 (2nd August 2024)

Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

Prompt! The class decides to make a bet with everyone writing down who they think y/n’s admirer is.

first part here!

Every story has two sides to it.

Bakugou Katsuki wasn't one to waste time on frivolous matters like romance. He had better things to do, like becoming the number one hero. But there was something about Y/N that made him act differently. Without really understanding why, he found himself wanting to make her smile, to see her happy. So, he started leaving gifts on her desk: flowers, sweets, her favorite drinks.

He watched from a distance, making sure no one noticed him. He didn't need the extra attention or the questions from his classmates. Plus, it was kind of fun seeing them guess who the secret admirer was.

“Maybe it’s Midoriya,” Mina said one day during lunch. Bakugou rolled his eyes. Of course, they'd think it was Deku. “He’s so attentive and always pays attention to what his friends like.”

Bakugou scoffed internally. Deku might be observant, but he wasn’t the one leaving the gifts. Besides, Bakugou knew exactly what Y/N liked because he paid attention, too. He wasn’t just some explosive hothead, no matter what people thought.

“I don’t know,” Tsuyu said thoughtfully. “It could be Kirishima. He seems like a romantic guy.”

Bakugou almost laughed out loud at that. Sure, Kirishima was his best friend, but he wasn’t the one sneaking around. And IcyHot? The guy was about as emotionally expressive as a block of ice. He was also certainly sure the bird brain was too kept to self to like someone.

As days went by, Bakugou continued to leave gifts. He saw Y/N's smile every time she found something new on her desk, and it made his heart swell in a way he didn’t quite understand. One evening, he went to the convenience store to get her favorite drink. When he returned to the dorms, he saw Y/N in the kitchen, looking frustrated.

“What’s got you all worked up?” he asked, trying to keep his tone casual.

“Someone must have taken my favorite drink. I was really looking forward to it.,” she sighed.

He scoffed, pulling the drink out of his plastic bag. “Here. I just bought a few. Don’t make such a fuss.” he said, tossing it to her. Before she could say anything. Bakugou just takes his leave with a huff. “Whatever. I’m outta here.”

When he reached his bedroom, he immediately covered his face. The heat which had rushed to his face earlier swallowed him whole. His heart was pounding.

The next day, he left another gift on her desk. This time, it was a box of her favorite pastries. He'd gone out of his way to get them from a bakery across town. Bakugou watched from a distance, smirking to himself as Y/N smiled.

During lunch, the girls were really pushing their theories about who it could be.

“It’s gotta be someone who’s been paying close attention,” Mina says, thinking maybe too hard. “Maybe it’s still Midoriya?”

“Or Kirishima,” Momo claimed. “What if the other day he said it wasn’t him was an act.”

“Or Todoroki,” Kirishima chuckled heartily. “He’s always so polite and thoughtful.”

“Or maybe Sero,” said Hagakure. “He could be into you, who knows.”

Bakugou couldn't help but roll his eyes again. It was almost laughable how off their guesses were. As Y/N's smile grew wider with each gift, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction. He wanted to be the one who made her happy, even if he had to do it from the shadows.

While Y/n slowly looks over and locks eyes with Bakugou, he couldn’t help but give her his genuine smile. A smile that was only for her.

Bakugou continued his secret gifting for another week, each time feeling a mix of pride and frustration. One evening, after another exhausting day of training, he was about to head back to his dorm room when he noticed Y/N sitting alone on the couch in the common area, looking contemplative. He hesitated for a moment, then decided to approach her.

"Hey," he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Y/N looked up, her face lighting up with a smile. "Hey, Bakugou."

He sat down next to her, unsure of what to say next. They sat in silence for a few moments before Y/N spoke again.

"You know," she began, her voice soft, "I've been getting these really sweet gifts lately. Flowers, sweets, drinks... It's been really nice."

Bakugou's heart pounded in his chest. He tried to keep his expression neutral. "Yeah? You figure out who it is yet?"

Y/N shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. "Not yet. But I think I have an idea."

Bakugou felt a lump form in his throat. He wanted to tell her, to admit that it was him, but the words seemed to stick. Before he could muster up the courage, Y/N turned to him, her eyes bright with curiosity.

"What about you, Bakugou? Have you ever done something like this for someone?"

He snorted, trying to deflect. "What, leave gifts and play secret admirer? Not my style."

Y/N laughed softly. "I didn't think so. But you never know. People can surprise you."

She definitely knows. He gulped internally.

Bakugou swallowed hard, feeling a surge of determination. "Yeah, well... maybe I have a few surprises up my sleeve."

Y/N tilted her head, studying him with an amused expression. "Is that so?"

Her phone began ringing. “Oh, I gotta take this call. Thanks for the chat, Bakugou.” She smiled and walked away.

Before Bakugou could respond, a loud crash came from the kitchen area, followed by Kirishima's voice shouting about a spilled pot.

As she walked away, Bakugou watched her go, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. He knew he needed to find the right moment, but it was hard to say when that would be. He stood up, ready to head to his room, when Kirishima came rushing over, a huge grin on his face.

"Dude, guess what!" Kirishima exclaimed. "Everyone's trying to figure out who Y/N's secret admirer is. You gotta see this."

Bakugou rolled his eyes but followed Kirishima back to the Kitchen area, where a group of their classmates were gathered, excitedly discussing their theories.

"I'm telling you, it's got to be Todoroki," Hagakure was saying. "He's always so calm and collected. It fits."

"No way," Kaminari argued. "It's definitely Tokoyami. He's mysterious enough to pull this off."

“What the hell is everyone making a fuss about?” Bakugou grumbled.

“Oh! Hey man, we were just placing bets on who Y/n’s secret admirer could be.” Kaminari casually said. “My bets on Tokoyami.” He proudly claimed. And why exactly was he proud of his assumption?

“Well I think it’s Midoriya!” Mina folded her arms with an angry closed eyed pout.

Momo also chimed in. “I still think that it’s Kirishima and that he’s secretly deceiving us that it isn’t him.” Kirishima who was beside her folded his arms. “Hey! It isn’t me, you’ll lose your money for betting on it!” He, once again defended himself.

“What if it was a girl and we were deceived the entire time.” Jirou randomly put a a finger to her chin, looking up in thought. “Hmm.” She hummed in thought. Right after that, everyone did the same with putting their finger on their chins and humming in thought.

“I know! We should settle this bet by asking everyone to write down on this paper who they think it is. Winner takes all.” Kaminari smugly said, pulling a piece of paper out.

“Oh, you’re on pikachu!” Mina retorted.

Bakugou mentally wanted to facepalm. But then he thought about it. If he were to guess himself then wouldn’t he technically be the winner of the bet?

“Whatever, you losers do what you fucking want.” Bakugou said and walked back to his room. “Hey! Where you going? You need to bet too!” Kaminari exclaimed. “Yeah yeah, just give it to me tomorrow. I need to catch some fucking sleep.” Was the last thing Bakugou said before heading back to his room.

The next morning, the classroom was full with chatter during a break between lessons. Kaminari, ever the instigator, was bouncing around with a piece of paper and a pen.

"Alright, guys, everyone write down who you think Y/N's secret admirer is! Everyone is betting! Winner takes all!" he announced, waving the paper in the air.

Y/n just gave a confused expression before going back to her book.

One by one, the students scribbled down their guesses and passed the paper around. When it finally reached Bakugou, he glanced at the eager faces around him and scowled.

"I'll do it later," he muttered, snatching the paper and shoving it into his bag.

"Aw, come on, Bakugou!" Kaminari protested. "Just write it down real quick!"

Bakugou ignored him, standing up and heading out of the classroom as the bell rang, signaling the end of their break. Kaminari pouted but didn't push further, knowing better than to press Bakugou when he was in a mood.

Later that evening, Bakugou sat in his dorm room, the crumpled piece of paper lying on his desk. He sighed, unfolding it and smoothing it out to see the various guesses scrawled in different handwriting.

He couldn't help but scoff at some of the guesses.

Uraraka: "I bet it's Sero. He’s always pulling pranks but he's got a sweet side."

Todoroki: "Maybe it's Kirishima. He’s very straightforward."

Kirishima: "Nah, it's gotta be Midoriya. He's so considerate."

Midoriya: "My best guess would be Kirishima… He definitely seems like that type of guy."

Yaoyorozu: "I still think it's Kirishima."

Ashido: "I know it’s Midoriya."

Tsu: "I change my mind, I’m placing my bet on Kaminari."

Jirou: "I guess it might be Kaminari. He’s got a fun personality and is always trying to cheer everyone up."

Aoyama: "It could be Iida. Je sais cela!"

Sero: "Maybe it's Shoji. He's very attentive and protective."

Tokoyami: "I assume it might be Todoroki. He's very observant and quiet."

Hagakure: "My bet is still on Todoroki!"

Iida: "I believe it's Kaminari. He’s always energetic and caring."

Shoji: "It might be Iida."

Ojiro: "I think it could be Aoyama. He’s always trying to make everyone feel special."

Koda: "I think it’s Midoriya..."

Mineta: "It's definitely someone unexpected, maybe Jirou. She's got that vibe. And who knows? Girls on girls!"

Sato: "What if it's Mina? She's really unpredictable."

Kaminari: "I still think it's Tokoyami! Imagine that!"

Aizawa: "Bakugou Katsuki."

Even the teacher???

Bakugou paused at Aizawa’s guess, feeling a strange mix of annoyance and satisfaction.

"Idiots," he muttered to himself. "They have no idea."

Aggressively scribbling on the piece of paper, he carelessly folds it.

But as he lay in bed that night, his thoughts drifted to Y/N. He imagined the smile on her face when she received his gifts and how her eyes sparkled when she spoke about them. It gave him a strange sense of accomplishment that none of his training victories ever did.

The next day in class, Kaminari eagerly retrieved the paper from Bakugou and prepared to read the guesses. However, just as he was about to open it, everyone began to question how they would find out who the admirer really was.

"How are we actually gonna figure out who it is?" Midoriya asked, looking around the room.

Suddenly, Mina stood up and yelled, "Whoever the admirer is, you have to come clean now because we've all placed bets already, and I'm sure Y/N is interested."

Silence. Everyone was looking at each other, trying to see if the admirer would step up.

Bakugou gulped, feeling a surge of panic.

Then Hagakure made a suggestion. "Why don't we make it more fun? Y/N should write down on another piece of paper who she wants her admirer to be."

For some reason, Y/N agreed willingly. She took a piece of paper and began to write a name. Bakugou watched her, rethinking his life decisions. If he admitted his feelings now and wasn't the one she wanted, he would never live it down.

Y/N finished writing, folded the paper, and kept it to herself.

“Wait I have an idea!” Tsu said and whispered something into Mina’s ear.

"Alright then," Mina said with determination. "Everyone who is NOT the admirer, sit down."

Slowly, one by one, the students sat down until only Bakugou remained standing with his eyes shut tight.

The room filled with gasps and murmurs of confusion.

"Bakugou?!" Kaminari exclaimed, wide-eyed.

“KACCHAN??” Izuku exclaimed.

"No way," Kirishima muttered, shaking his head. "Bakugou, seriously?"

"I lost my bet!" Sero groaned, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Wait, Bakugou's the secret admirer?" Uraraka asked, her eyes darting between him and Y/N.

Jirou smirked. "Well, this just got interesting."

“I certainly did not expect this..” Momo’s voice sounded.

Some students complained about losing their bets, while others were simply shocked. Bakugou's heart pounded in his chest. After a moment of silence, he heard the sound of a paper unfolding.

More gasps filled the room.

"You can open your eyes, Bakugou," Y/N said softly.

Bakugou's heart sank. What if his name wasn't on the paper?

He opened his eyes and saw Y/N holding the paper.

Bakugou Katsuki

His heart soared when he saw his name written on it. A wave of relief and happiness washed over him as the class erupted in a mix of congratulations and disbelief. He had never been this terrified in his life, but it was all worth it.

“Very unexpected, I must say.” Iida said.

"Well, who would've thought?" Mina laughed, nudging Kirishima.

"Guess we all underestimated Bakugou," Tokoyami said with a rare smile.

"Congrats, man," Kirishima said, patting Bakugou on the back. "Took some real guts."

Bakugou, his face slightly flushed, just nodded, trying to maintain his usual tough demeanor. But inside, he was over the moon.

“Wait! It’s not over! Who won the bet?” Sero yelled, immediately grabbing everyone’s attention.

Kaminari hurriedly opens the paper.

Uraraka: "I bet it's Sero. He’s always pulling pranks but he's got a sweet side."

Todoroki: "Maybe it's Kirishima. He’s very straightforward."

Kirishima: "Nah, it's gotta be Midoriya. He's so considerate."

Midoriya: "My best guess would be Kirishima… He definitely seems like that type of guy."

Yaoyorozu: "I still think it's Kirishima."

Ashido: "I know it’s Midoriya."

Tsu: "I change my mind, I’m placing my bet on Kaminari."

Jirou: "I guess it might be Kaminari. He’s got a fun personality and is always trying to cheer everyone up."

Aoyama: "It could be Iida. Je sais cela!"

Sero: "Maybe it's Shoji. He's very attentive and protective."

Tokoyami: "I assume it might be Todoroki. He's very observant and quiet."

Hagakure: "My bet is still on Todoroki!"

Iida: "I believe it's Kaminari. He’s always energetic and caring."

Shoji: "It might be Iida."

Ojiro: "I think it could be Aoyama. He’s always trying to make everyone feel special."

Koda: "I think it’s Midoriya..."

Mineta: "It's definitely someone unexpected, maybe Jirou. She's got that vibe. And who knows? Girls on girls!"

Sato: "What if it's Mina? She's really unpredictable."

Kaminari: "I still think it's Tokoyami! Imagine that!"

Aizawa: "Bakugou Katsuki.”

Bakugou: "Bakugou Katsuki."

“Bakugou won? Isn’t that technically cheating..” Momo said with a concerned look.

“Technically that means I won. Now pay up.” Aizawa said from his sleeping bag.

“Ughhhhhhhhh.”

After the class settled down from the surprising outcome, Bakugou found a moment to approach Y/N. He was still trying to process the whirlwind of emotions from the earlier scene.

"Hey," he started, his voice gruff but softer than usual. "Can we talk?"

Y/N looked up and smiled. "Sure, Bakugou. What's up?"

He led her outside of the classroom, away from the curious gazes of their classmates. The tension between them was palpable, but Bakugou tried to ignore the nervous flutter in his chest.

"So, you actually picked me," he said, struggling to keep his usual confident tone. "Why?"

Y/N’s eyes softened as she looked at him. "Well, I've always noticed you’re not as rough as you seem. There’s a lot more to you that people don't see. I appreciate that you always seemed to care, even if you don’t show it."

Bakugou’s face flushed slightly, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "Yeah, well, I didn’t think you’d ever actually like me. Not with how everyone talks about me."

Y/N shook her head, a playful smile on her lips. "You’re more than what people say, Bakugou. And I’m glad I got to know that."

Bakugou hesitated for a moment before stepping a bit closer. "So, what now? Now that everyone knows?"

Y/N's smile grew, and she looked up at him with a twinkle in her eye. "I think we should see where this goes. I’m happy with how things are turning out."

Bakugou’s usual scowl softened into a genuine smile, and he took a deep breath. "Yeah, me too."

They stood there for a moment, the noise of the classroom fading into the background as they enjoyed the rare, peaceful connection between them. It was the start of something new, and for once, Bakugou felt that he might just be ready to embrace it.

[stargirlmaybank]

camgirl // jj maybank

y/n turns up in new clothes and jj figures out how she can afford it

MDNI !!! 18+

Word count: 3.2k

a/n: hi so this is my first ever smut and of course it had to be with jj maybank so let me know what you think!

warnings: smut, fingering, oral (m&f receiving), penetration (f receiving), choking, dirty talk, overstimulation, daddy kink!jj, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), filming sex

"are those new clothes?" you hear the voice of kiara. you look down at my new denim levi's shorts and white crocheted crop top. they were new, you'd gotten them today and couldn't wait to wear them for the first time. you shrug your shoulders slightly as you settle myself into a chair around the fire, in between jj and kie, "oh, yeah i got them today. um, had some good tips this week". it wasn't technically a lie, working at the country club where the kooks went brought in some decent money, but definitely not enough to afford splurging on clothes, so your spending money came from other ventures. kie seems to glance at the outfit for a moment before dropping the subject and turning over to listen to pope. 

you take in your surroundings after getting situated, looking at the group of pogues you spend all my time with. your eyes settle on jj, who is looking at the new clothes with an unreadable expression on his face. when he realises your staring, he draws his gaze up to meet yours. you tilt your head a little and raise your eyebrows slightly as if to say 'what's up' without saying anything at all. he returns the look with a shrug and tears his eyes away to concentrate on his beer bottle as he lifts it up to his lips to take in a drink. you briefly take note of his behaviour, before eventually chalking it up to him being buzzed. 

the group end up spending a couple hours of the evening out in front of the chateau, chatting and drinking, trying to forget about losing the cross of santo domingo to rafe. it seems to be all they do lately, the dream of going "full pogue" slipping through their fingers time and time again. this is what spurred your decision to make an onlyfans account; the extra money. it'd only been a few weeks since you started up your account, but it's been growing steadily as you post more and more, from photos to videos. that's where your clothes came from, not that you could tell kie that. your friends wouldn't judge you and you knew that, but it's still not the most casual topic. 

glancing at your phone, you spot the time reading just past midnight. you know you have content to film and edit tonight and it'll take you a while, so you'd better start heading back. since luke disappeared, you've been staying at jj's in the spare room, so now is the best time to film while he's still here. "'m gonna head out guys, before i fall asleep in this chair," you mutter, stretching your legs and standing up. your friends say goodbye, but not before john b offers to let you stay at the chateau. "nah it's alright, but thank you jb. you coming home tonight jayj?" you turn to jj. he flicks his eyes up to you, stopping for a moment to think. "uh, yeah probably. not sure when i'll be back though," he replies nonchalantly, to which you offer a small nod and smile in response. walking away from your friends, you head back to jj's on your bike.

after getting back home, you set up your phone on the tripod in front of your bed, and change into some lacy blue lingerie. the room was dark, apart from the soft warm glow of the bedside lamp, and the dim tripod ring light illuminating your body. you set the camera to record, then get settled on the bed in the lens view. your hands trail down your body, stopping to give attention to your tits as your fingers circle your nipples over the lace of your bra. letting out a short sigh, you reach around your body to unhook the clasp behind your back, before sliding the material off of your body. your hands quickly returning to your chest, swirling and pinching your hardened nipples as your breathing becomes more shallow.

you let your right hand stop and slowly trail down your abdomen, the feather-like touch causing your stomach to twitch. as you reach your panties, you let your fingertips slip underneath to graze at the skin under the waistband before peeling them off your body at a torturous pace, teasing the camera. you slip your legs out of the thong before tossing it aside and opening your legs wider to reveal your glistening pussy, already slick with your arousal. your hand glides down your inner thigh before settling on your entrance. bringing your middle finger up, you collect your wetness, stopping at your sensitive clit. you rub lazy circles, sending a jolt through your body, and drawing out breathy moans from your mouth. 

you increase the pace of the circles on your clit as you drag your left hand away from your boobs and placing your middle finger just at the entrance of your hole. "i know you want me, daddy," you whine to the camera, pushing in your middle finger with a loud moan and setting a brutal pace. adding a second finger, you slam into your pussy, the sounds of your wetness and your moans filling the room. "god, you fill me up so good daddy," you whine as you continue pleasuring yourself, the familiar knot slowly creeping into your stomach. you don't slow down, desperately chasing your high, muttering 'fuck' and 'god' under your breath as the sensation grows stronger. your mind starts going hazy, focussing purely on the pleasure you're drawing out of yourself.

and that's why you didn't pick up on the opening and closing of the front door, or the footsteps inside the house. all you heard was your moans, and the pounding of your pussy. and that's why you don't notice your door slightly opening, or the body standing in the gap as your vision goes black while your orgasm rips through you for the first time tonight. you let go all over your fingers, their movements slowing down but not stopping to prolong your high for as long as possible. you desperately try to control your rapid breathing as spots of vision begin to trickle into your eyes. that's when you spot him. jj, stood in the doorframe, darkened eyes trained directly on your soaked hands. 

"fuck," you gasp desperately trying to cover yourself up, away from his gaze as the video rolls on. his face has a smug expression all over it as he leans on the doorframe and crosses his arms. "so this is why you left early. and why you were parading around in new clothes," he glances to the tripod before returning back to you. you go to speak, but stutter miserably, sitting up with your knees pressed into your body. "jayj-" "no need to explain, i see what's going on here," he chuckles lowly. "i knew you weren't getting money from new clothes from that country club. you've been showing off your pretty pussy to get some money. it's okay baby, i get why they'd pay to see it. i mean, i would." your cheeks burn in embarrassment of getting caught, eyes darting around the room for something to put on. jj shuts the door and settles himself in a chair across the room. "don't stop on my account. i'd be happy to hear your pretty little moans as you fuck yourself with your fingers. unless..." he trails off. "unless what?" your words come flying out, earning a breathy laugh in response. "unless you really want to give them a show hm? show them what sounds come out of you when you're filled up on cock."

you nod slightly, and within a second, jj crosses the room and connects his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss, his hands flying to your body, settling one on your hip and one on your tits. you moan into his mouth as he digs his fingers into your hip. slipping his tongue into your mouth he takes control as you reach for the belt looped into his shorts. with shaky hands from adrenaline, you unto the buckle, followed by the button of his shorts, desperately trying to strip him of his clothing until he's at your level. his hands leave your body only to push down his shorts and lift his shirt over his head, the clothing joining the pile on the floor where your underwear landed. 

your hand falls over the outline of his cock through his underwear, taking in a sharp breath as you feel the size of him under the material. this earns you a grin from jj as he kneels onto the bed at the side of you. "'m gonna fill you up princess. gonna pound into you until you can't take it anymore and beg me to stop," he taunts, pulling you up onto your knees, sideways to the camera. teasingly, he pulls down his underwear to the bottom of his thighs to reveal his cock, already painfully hard at the sight of you. he's huge, with prominent veins snaking up the sides from the base to his blushing tip. 

he strokes your head before grabbing a handful of your hair. "think you can take me in your mouth baby? put those pretty lips around my cock," he guides your head down by your hair until you're face level with his cock. you spit on it, wrapping your hand around the base and sliding up and down to cover it. you start slowly jerking him off while you dart your tongue out to lick the beads of precum off of his slit. you hear him groan, then feel his hand roughly grab your jaw. "don't tease me princess. open your mouth" he spits out, letting go of your jaw to grab your hair tighter. you open your mouth, placing your lips around his tip and softly sucking. he takes a sharp breath at the contact, before thrusting his hips forward and pushes his cock further into your mouth while he holds your head still by his hair. you splutter around him at the unexpected movement, earning a moan from his lips. 

"that's it. fucking take it y/n. that's my little slut," he sets a fast pace, roughly fucking your mouth as his tip hits the back of your throat. you place your hands on his thighs to balance yourself, your nails leaving crescent indents in his skin. spit covers your face from your mouth, falling down to cover your tits. you moan around his cock, sending vibrations through that causes a deep groan from his throat. he glances to your phone recording, watching the side view of his cock go in and out of your mouth as he slyly grins. "look at how pretty she looks, choking on my cock," he talks to the camera, the shallowness of his breath evident in his tone. his moans get louder, your name spilling from his mouth like a prayer. he pulls your head back with your hair, disconnecting your mouth from his cock. 

he pushes your body back until your back reaches the mattress then shifts himself downwards. "wanna taste you pretty girl," he mutters before diving into your pussy, his tongue licking a stripe from your entrance to your clit. you jolt, your clit still swollen and sensitive from your earlier orgasm. jj blows cool air onto your slick cunt, causing you to shiver and grasp at his hair. looping his arms around your thighs, he locks you into place as he begins his assault on your clit. he wraps his lips around it, sucking and swirling his tongue on your bundle of nerves. you cry out loudly, "that feels so good, don't stop daddy." your mind short circuits for a moment when you realise what you called him as he pulls his face away for a second and locks eyes with you. you go to apologise before he beats you to it "fuck you're so hot. that's right, daddy's gonna take care of you," he grins before assuming his previous position. you let out a moan and arch your back off of the bed, gripping his hair tighter and pushing his face closer. your hips grind against his tongue as pleasure shoots through your body. 

jj pulls back one of his hands and without warning, slips two fingers into your pussy. he sets a fast pace, curling his fingers upwards to your sweet spot. your cries get louder as you rut your hips faster, desperate for your second release of the night. jj feels your walls clenching around his fingers as he continues to stimulate your clit with his tongue. "that's right baby, i know you're close. want you to come around my fingers, cover my face with your cum," he pleads, his grip on you hip tightening, certain you'll have bruises in the morning. you feel the pit in your stomach growing, inching towards the release. "daddy, 'm gonna- gonna cum- fuck" you cry, finally falling over the edge as euphoria spreads across your body, your muscles contracting causing you to shake uncontrollably. jj doesn't slow down, guiding you through your high to the point of overstimulation. you feel so sensitive it almost hurts, trying to push his head away from your pussy. 

he finally pulls away, your cum spread across the lower half of his face, glistening in the low light. pulling his fingers out of you, he brings them up to your mouth, which you gladly open to allow him to slip his digits inside. "taste yourself princess, you taste so fucking sweet," he croons, trying to even out his breath. you swirl your tongue around his fingers, tasting yourself as you clean your slick off of him. he pulls his body up to tower over you, shuffling until his body is in between your thighs. with his other hand, he grabs his member and pushes it between your slit, coating himself with the cum dripping out of you as the head nudges your hypersensitive clit. you moan around his fingers at the contact. he drags his fingers out of your mouth, settling his hand around your neck and applying light pressure to the sides. it's not enough to hurt, but enough for you to feel your heartbeat in your neck more prominently as your brain clouds slightly. "now what do you say? you think i should give you my cock? fill up your greedy little pussy for everyone to see?" he asks, slapping your pussy with his cock before lining his tip up with your entrance. you nod furiously, "give it to me daddy, please. i wanna feel you inside me." you beg. 

pushing his tip in, you both gasp in unison as he stretches out your entrance with the size of him. he stills his hips, allowing you both a moment to adjust and catch your breath. you look up at him and lock eyes, nodding after a moment to show you're ready. he thrusts his hips forward, snapping his hips to yours as you let out a sharp gasp. he pulls out again slowly, before quickly pushing back in. he continues this slow but rough pace as your walls grip him, his tip brushing past your sweet spot each time. "fuck baby, you're so fucking tight around me. your pussy feels so good i never want to get out of it," he moans, gripping your neck as his other hand pulls your leg over his shoulder, changing the angle. he slowly starts increasing the pace, causing your tits to bounce up and down with the force of his thrusts. 

you turn your head to the side to glance at the view in your phone, watching as his cock disappears into your pussy, focusing on the space where both your bodies meet. you notice how fucked out you look, with your hooded eyes and swollen lips, still shiny with spit and your juices. jj joins you in looking towards the camera, grinning at the same sight. "look at how good you look, taking me so well princess. your subscribers are going to love this huh?" he drags his gaze back in front of him. you slide your hand down to meet your clit, rubbing light circles, trying to avoid overstimulation. jj takes note of this and lets go of your neck to move your hand out of the way, replacing it with his own and a harder pressure. a whimper falls out of your mouth at this, your hand gripping his wrist to try to pull his hand away. "please, i can't take it. it's too much," you beg, your pleading eyes meeting his hungry ones. he shakes his head at you "aw poor baby, come on you can take it. be my good little slut, wanna feel you cum around my cock," his thumb draws rough circles on your clit, the pace of his thrusts never faltering. you feel his balls hit against your ass with every thrust, the sound of your wetness and skin making contact meeting your ears along with both of your moans. 

for the third time, the knot of pleasure appears, increasing faster than before. with your orgasm quickly approaching, you feel jj's hips falter slightly, falling out of rhythm as his breaths grow more ragged. "you gonna cum for me? i can feel you clenching around me, 'm not gonna last," he manages to spit out in between breaths. you nod as you feel your legs begin to shake. "where do you want my cum baby? want daddy to fill up your pussy, hm?" he asks, with a nod of your head in response. "give me your cum, daddy. please," you breathe out. within moments, your orgasm crashes over you like a tidal wave, causing you to scream out and writhe in pleasure, your pussy clenching around jj. his orgasm immediately follows, his cum spilling out inside of you as he slows his thrusts, riding out both of your highs as he pumps into you.

he leans down to plant a kiss on your lips, slowly bringing his hips to a stop, leaving his cock still inside of you. he peppers kisses around your jaw and neck as you try to control your breathing and your shaking body. his cock slips out and you whine at the loss of contact, jj pulling away to look down at your pussy. he smirks and walks over to the end of the bed where your tripod is. grabbing your phone, he carries it over to give a view of his cum dripping out of you to the camera. "look at how fucking hot that looks. my cum dripping out of you, hm?" he takes his finger and pushes it back into you, fucking the cum back inside. he tilts the camera upwards, capturing how fucked out you look, your body shining with sweat as your eyes drop closed with exhaustion. 

he ends the video, dropping your phone onto the bed before grabbing his shirt off of the floor to clean you off with. you whine as it makes contact with your clit, and he chuckles and mutters an apology. he finishes cleaning you up and flops onto the bed beside you. "so," he begins, "feel like giving the viewers what they want and doing this more often?" he asks. you giggle, snuggling up to his body and give him a nod. "i'd be happy to."

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

nina pt. 2

Nina walked back to her mom's trailer and found her mother, father, and brother Paul. Paul was unloading the last of the supplies their dad had brought, and moments later he was saying goodbye. They'd see him at the end of the week.

Nina didn't officially have any work to do that day, so she hung around the cabin and read and then sat by the water for a few hours, mostly napping. That night she had dinner with her mom, Paul, Cassie, and Evan.

It was hot in the cabin that night. It always was, but it took some getting used to. she slept fitfully, sweating through her shorts and tanktop.

In the morning, she woke up and looked across the room. Cassie, she was surprised to see, had slept on top of her covers in just a pair of panties. Her breasts were fully exposed, and Paul was already awake and talking to her, sitting on his bed. Nina tried, as usual, to stifle her surprise.

"You guys want to go get stoned down by the river?" Cassie offered. Nina was still stifling her initial surprise about the toplessness, but then had to again as Nina casually slipped off her underwear and began to put on her bikini in front of Paul. So we just get naked in here now? Nina thought to herself. They'd used to change in the tiny bathroom, or the outdoor shower enclosure. That was clearly a thing of the past, and as if to confirm that, Paul was now pulling off his boxers and rifling through his suitcase for a bathing suit. Nina caught a glimpse of his cock, but mostly just saw his pale ass. She took her own bathing suit into the bathroom to change.

That evening, in the pitch dark, Nina awoke to giggling sounds across the room. In the morning, she assumed she'd dreamt it.

One sure sign of Nina's new level of trust and autonomy as a 16 year old, she discovered, was that her mother smoked openly in front of her now. She'd typically be out in front of the trailer early every morning, smoking and making coffee in a sports bra and jean shorts. Nina sometimes came by and they'd chat, before Uncle Evan was even out of bed. One such morning, Evan stumbled out, and didn't seem to see Nina there, and thus unceremoniously pulled out his dick in full view of Nina's mother and pissed in the woods. Nina looked at her mom, looking at Evan, and giggled. "Oh good morning," he said, putting his cock in his boxers as he regarded Nina. "Sorry about that." "It's fine," she said. "I've seen dicks."

"How many?" her mom asked, incredulous.

Nina just laughed.

That evening, something woke Nina again. She ignored it.

The next morning, she was outside using the outdoor shower. It was something Evan had rigged up years ago -- it was connected to a transparent tank on the back roof of the cabin. Sunlight heated the water that automatically refilled from a hose on the other end. Even first thing in the morning, the water was pretty hot. There was virtually no water pressure, which didn't do Nina's hair any favors, so she just never washed it, all summer long.

Anyway, she was washing her body under the hot trickle of water when the stained-glass bathroom door opened and Paul poked his head out. "There are some college kids on campsite 40," he said. "Cassie and I are gonna make friends. You in?"

"A little privacy?" Nina said, covering her breasts. Paul laughed. "Oh relax," he said. "Don't forget to shave your pussy." He closed the window.

Paul and Cassie's plan for befriending the college kids was simple: they walked over and offered them weed. Naturally, this worked, and Nina, Cassie, and Paul spent the day at their campsite, taking little trips to the river and on hikes in different small groups.

Most of them seemed to be couples. Nina enjoyed watching them interact. But there was at least one unattached girl and one unattached boy, who seemed interested in Paul and Cassie, respectively. Nina wasn't bothered by this. She was 16. She'd expected to be the wingman. And in the afternoon, when she and Paul went for a walk with Kate, the unattached girl, who was 20 years old, Nina found herself naturally talking up Paul, what a good brother he was, whatever. It was easy. They took Kate to this great overlook they'd found when they were preteens, and Nina looked out at the landscape while Paul and Kate made out.

When Kate told Nina to walk down to the path to be a lookout, she did so willingly. She stood about 15 yards away, behind a tree. When she first peeked out, Kate was topless, sitting in Paul's lap. When she looked back again a few moments later, Kate had Paul's erect penis in her hand, stroking it as she spoke to him. Nina couldn't hear what she was saying. She watched the way her hand traveled up and down his shaft. Nina was too far away to determine if Paul was impressive in size. And then Kate was on top of him, her skirt still on, but it was clear what was happening under there. Nina found herself thinking that Kate was being too active -- bouncing on Paul at hyper speed. Can that really feel like anything? She wondered. With Joe, she'd spent some time on top of him, moving slowly, and she could tell from Joe's face that it felt just as good for him as it did for her.

And then the girl was pulling off, and Nina looked away, and moments later she and Paul were fully dressed and heading back down the path, right past Nina. She followed sheepishly.

"You guys FUCKED?" Cassie was mock-scandalized. They were back at their own cabin. It was late. They were all drunk and stoned. "She was so tight," Paul said.

"I'm jealous," Cassie said. "I gave Tommy a sloppy blowjob but was like, so drunk he was barely hard."

"Skill issue," Paul said. "I can get hard no matter how drunk I am."

"Prove it," Cassie said.

Paul laughed.

"Seriously, do it," she said.

"In front of Nina?"

"Didn't you tell me to relax when you saw me naked this morning?" Nina said playfully. "I'm relaxed."

So then Paul was defiantly standing up, pulling down his shorts, and starting to pull on his flaccid cock. Nina and Cassie watched intently.

He was rock hard pretty much immediately.

Nina was close enough now to be impressed. But she remained wryly skeptical on her face.

"I could cum right now and be hard again in five minutes," he said.

"I think you know we're going to ask you to prove that," Cassie said.

"I don't know," he said. "I feel pretty exposed and alone here."

Cassie took off her shirt. She looked at Nina. Nina shrugged,and did the same thing. She still had a bra on, but she took it off.

Paul grunted, and then began to rapidly stroke his cock. 30 seconds later, he was shooting his cum on the floor of the cabin. Nina looked at it sitting there. A little white, mostly translucent.

On her phone, Cassie set a timer for five minutes. Paul laid back on his bed, cock still out.

"What should we do while we wait?" Cassie said.

"You should jerk off," Paul said.

"I think it would take me longer than ten minutes to cum," Cassie said.

"Not me," Nina offered. "I can cum in like, 2 minutes."

Nina was a very active masturbator. At home, with a room of her own, she did it three times a day. In the morning, after school, and before bed. At camp she only ever did it in the shower. Paul had nearly caught her that morning. "Prooooove itttt," Cassie dared. Nina reached into her shorts and started to touch herself. "Oh wow," Cassie said. Paul looked over at Nina touching herself and smiled. Nina closed her eyes and had a quick, efficient clitoral orgasm. She sighed, and licked her fingers. Cassie applauded. Paul turned to show them that he was hard again.

"OK," Cassie said. "You win. The guy from Site 40 was a loser. You should just fuck me instead."

Paul cackled. They went to bed.

The next day, they were back with the kids at Site 40. They smoked weed and drank wine all day, so much so that Nina passed out for a while, and woke in one of the couples' tents. She didn't remember being moved there, and when she stumbled to her feet, the girl, the blondest and most hippie-ish girl, gave her a bottle of water. It was getting dark, and she told Nina she'd come back to get her because they were having a fire down by the river.

When Nina arrived, the first thing she clocked was Paul and the girl from yesterday making out heavily on a towel. Cassie was similarly ensconced in the arms of her unimpressive man, and the two of them were watching one of the other couples, a lanky boy and a cute, short brunette girl, splash water at each other, standing naked in the river. "It's so cold," the girl was saying. She had almost a full bush. Nina thought it looked sophisticated.

The girl who'd woken Nina in the tent, her name was Ellie, at least Nina was pretty sure, Ellie was bringing her over to her boyfriend, Josh, and Josh gave Nina a beer. She sat with them as it got dark and chatted. Ellie was very curious about Nina, asking lots of questions. At one point, Nina was so absorbed in the conversation that she nearly missed that Paul and the girl were fucking on the beach in front of everyone. Cassie was watching intently.

Nina looked at Ellie and rolled her eyes. "That's my brother," she said. Ellie giggled. "That's my sister on top of him."

Nina felt like an idiot as she looked back and forth between the girls and realized they were twins. Ellie had longer hair and was more tan, but those were the major differences.

"Is that weird for YOU?" Nina asked Josh.

Josh laughed. "They have different bushes. Makes it easier."

The girl on top of Sean had a trimmed, shaped triangle.

Nina somewhat involuntarily looked quizzically at Ellie, who yanked down the front of her bikini to reveal a tight landing strip.

"Show us yours" Ellie said.

Nina pulled her bikini aside, which she felt was a sluttier gesture, to show them her pale shaved cunt. Josh whistled in appreciation.

"Can I touch it?" Ellie asked, already reaching.

Nina allowed it. Ellie's touch was tender and precise -- immediately touching Nina's clit. Nina gave a little yelp of pleasure.

Ellie was pushing apart the corner of Nina's labia, looking admiringly at her. "If we go back to your cabin with you," She offered. "Can we fuck you?"

Nina nodded.

Her legs shook on the walk back. Her second time having sex was going to be a threesome?

Once inside, Ellie and Josh quickly got naked. Josh's cock was very red and kind of thin but not unpretty. They moved Nina's bed and got on either side of it, laying her down on it and getting her out of her bikini. "I really want to taste you," Ellie said.

She put her mouth between Nina's legs, and Nina bit her lip to keep herself from moaning too loud. She'd never had oral sex before, and Ellie felt practiced in the art. She convulsed on the bed. Josh had his hands on Nina's face, and soon had his thumb in her mouth. She sucked at it eagerly, desperate to please. She watched his hard red cock twitch, out of focus in her field of vision because his arm was kind of in the way. She looked over at Ellie now, looking up from her cunt in a satisfied way. "Go get a condom babe," she told Josh. "This little whore is good to go."

Being called a whore stung Nina a little. She tried to get over it as Josh got on his knees between her legs. Ellie pulled Nina's legs open more. It felt less like a threesome and more like Ellie capturing and bringing a reward home for this creature in her care. Josh pushed his cock into Nina's pussy, and Nina gasped as her body accepted him.

"You like getting fucked?" Ellie asked her, pulling on her hair.

"Y-yes?" Nina said.

"Good girl," Ellie said. "You're so fucking pretty."

Ellie was touching herself, pretty frantically, and was almost holding on to Nina's head for balance or something. Ellie closed her eyes and kept them closed for a while, not watching as her boyfriend thrusted away between Nina's legs.

Nina tried to lock in and pay attention to Josh, tried to feel his cock, but she was drunk and distracted by Ellie, who was now moaning emphatically as she either had an orgasm or was working desperately to finish one. Josh pulled out, pulled the condom off, and sprayed his cum on Nina's pussy and stomach without asking. Ellie yelped a few more yelps, bouncing up and down on her knees, and then stopped. They both grinned at Nina on the bed and got up immediately.

They dressed quickly, said "thanks" to Nina, and left. Nina laid there on the bed, which had been moved to the middle of the room, with cum on her stomach and a condom stuck to her thigh, naked and cold.

Cassie came in seconds later. "Losers," she said. She looked at Nina, still stunned and sprayed and splayed on the bed. "Hit and run?" she asked.

"Yes?" Nina said.

"Losers," Cassie said.

She was stripping, unceremoniously as usual, and put on a sweatshirt, nothing else, and plopped down into Paul's bed.

"Will you turn off the lights when you clean up?" Cassie asked.

"Sure," Nina said.

[lindssunflower]

𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐘, bradley bradshaw

part two ♡

♡ ✈︎ authors note: wow! thank you guys so much for the likes and reposts on the previous part! I appreciate it so much. I hope you guys like the part two <3

♡ ✈︎ summary: bradley's on the way over to your house to discuss his sudden heartfelt message.

♡ ✈︎ warnings: emotions!!

♡ ✈︎ pairings: bradley bradshaw x f!reader

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he's on the way. the realization of the situation finally sets in your mind.

you messaged him your new address to your new house. you're house that is filled with empty memories and promises of the past. bradley lives twenty minutes away and he usually speeds which always scared you when you'd ride passenger in his sky blue bronco.

the one time he really scared you was when you guys were late to mav's birthday at the hard deck and he went a 65 in a 45. you never understood why cause mav was a pretty well tempered man and you couldn't imagine him being upset about you and bradley being a few minutes late to his party. which despite bradley's best efforts to get there on time, you were approximately five minutes late. and no, mav wasn't upset.

however, this isn't the time to think about bradley's very unsafe driving. it's time to think about what the heck you're gonna say to the man whom you haven't seen in months. will he look any different? will he think you look different? you still can't even believe he went on that dangerous of a mission, that almost costed him his life, that you had no idea about. sure, you could've asked phoenix but you two didn't stay in touch that often anymore unless it's to strictly message one or two messages about how bradley's doing, which you only really asked fresh out of the relationship. not three months after. you were supposed to be moving on anyway.

for a few weeks you laid in bed. in your best friends house that you moved into for a little while until you could get back on your feet after losing bradley and his apartment that you lived in for two years along with him. during those few weeks of nothing but thinking and mourning the loss of your relationship, you were trapped with the idea of how you were supposed to build your life around yourself again. bradley and your red golden retriever, skipper, were your entire life.

he never liked skipper anyway you thought. he only tolerated "that dog" cause you'd never even think about saying yes to bradley's offer to move in after 3 months of dating if he didn't say yes to the dog making stay in his apartment too. he'd never admit it, but he secretly loved the old mutt that would fetch him his beers and cry by the front door when he was deployed.

he welcomed the dog to welcome you. no skipper no you. and he knew that.

so he bought the expensive dog bed, that he never used anyway. skipper usually slept in the middle of you two despite bradley's protests.

you two had a good life. you just wanted more than cuddling while watching bradley's football games and weekend drinking at the hard deck. you wanted a family. a child that was a mix of you and him. you wanted marriage. you wanted his complete commitment. that he could never give you, for reasons you never knew why. you knew he wasn't the unfaithful type. no, bradley looked at you like the only women in the world. whether you were dolled up for a night out, or in bed wearing his tee shirt with no makeup on. he just loved you. every version.

so why didn't he want to commit? did he expect to just stay boyfriend and girlfriend forever and never husband and wife? were you casual to him?

the thoughts plagued your mind until you heard the familiar knock on the door that you knew belonged to bradley. your heart immediately starts racing and your hands start to shake. you walk over to the door and open it.

he did look different.

his hair was longer and his under eyes were darker. as if he hasn't slept in a few days or maybe just the night. he was wearing a hawaiian tee that he usually wore when he wasn't in uniform. he said they reminded him of his dad. he loved his dad.

he had the same boyish half smile that he'd always wear when he would just stare and watch you as you made dinner. that he always appreciated and loved. it was a look you couldn't ever really describe or explain when you'd tell your friends. it was the look of admiration in his eyes that would always have your heart swarm with butterflies when he looked at you like that. like the way he's looking at you right now.

you stand against the doorframe and decide you're probably going to have to be the one to speak first, "brad?" your voice quiet as you wait for him to respond.

he puts his hands in his pockets and sighs, "you look beautiful."

your heart swarmed with those familiar butterflies that you haven't felt in a while. not since your last kiss with the man before he shattered your heart three months ago.

"thank you." you said. the words almost came out as a whisper. you tried to communicate with him with your eyes that you want him to talk about the messages he sent you thirty minutes ago were about. "come in," you gestured towards your door. he follows behind you and looks around your new house before locking eyes with you again. "y/n.. I know this is all um-" his voice strains as he speaks, almost sounding as if he Is trying to find the right words to say. "I'm sorry okay? I'm so sorry I ever walked out on you. I'm an idiot and I didn't know what I had until I lost it. until I lost you." his voice cracks as his eyes well up with tears that haven't beckoned to fall yet, "I was scared of starting.. a- a family with you. I just.. I watched my mom cry almost every night after losing my dad and I just couldn't do that to you," a single tear falls down your face as you quickly wipe it. overwhelmed with bradley's unknown and unspoken feelings that you never knew he even harbored until now.

he didn't talk about his past much. of course, you knew the basic's but never this much detail and underlying trauma. you just immediately wanted to grab him and hold him. if only you knew.

the tears that were building in his eyes fall. you wipe them as he continues, "If we ever had a family, I just couldn't bare the thought of leaving you widowed with our child. leaving you alone to raise them without me. i don't want them to feel like I felt." he let out a sob, you frowned and grabbed him, pulling him closer to you as you let him rest his head on your shoulder. he wrapped his arms around you and you ran your hand through his unruly curls, "its okay.." you whisper in his ear. he unwraps his arms from around you and lays his hands on either side of your hips, "I want what you want now though. I knew the risks, but when I was in the air and I didn't know if I was going to make it or not I didn't want my last regret to be knowing I never even tried to give you a family. or me as a husband. I love you, y/n." you wish you could've seen your face as you felt your face beam with joy as you grab his face and kiss him. he immediately kisses you back. the kiss didn't feel the same way it did a few months ago, it felt like as if you lost something valuable and found It again. like lost treasure. bradley bradshaw was your lost and found treasure. and you're gonna make sure this time you're never going to lose it again.

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[kat-thepoet]

Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett X Fem!Reader

Part 6: Gem bracelet

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Wade had talked to his boss about what the guy running one of the drug warehouses had said. They assured him they'd keep us in the loop with any updates, but days had passed, and we hadn't heard anything. It was frustrating, but we knew this kind of waiting game was part of the deal. So, we went on with our lives, trying not to let the uncertainty hang over us.

I was still working at the flower shop with Laura, who had been under the weather lately. Wade and Logan had been going on missions without me since I had to cover some of Laura's shifts this week. I didn't mind, though—I enjoyed the quiet of the shop and the routine of arranging flowers, even if it meant missing out on the action. Logan and I had settled into a routine of our own. We made it a habit to have dinner together every evening, a small but comforting ritual that kept us connected despite our different schedules. Logan was always gone early in the morning, and I usually didn't come home until late afternoon after my shift. But no matter how busy the day had been, we always made time for dinner.

As I chopped vegetables for tonight's meal, my mind wandered to my upcoming birthday. It felt strange to think about, like crossing some invisible line into a new chapter of my life. I wasn't sure how I felt about it—excited, nervous, maybe a bit of both. 

Logan had been acting a little different lately, too—more attentive, more present. It felt as if we were becoming friends. The thought of it made me smile as I continued preparing dinner, the scent of garlic and herbs filling the kitchen.

In a few days, I'll be thirty. It felt like a milestone, and despite everything that had happened, I was looking forward to it. Maybe it was because, for the first time in a long while, I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be—working a job I enjoyed, living with people I cared about, and sharing dinners with someone who had become more important to me than I ever expected.

Logan stepped out of the shower, steam trailing behind him as he walked into the hallway, a towel slung low around his waist. His hair was damp, the droplets catching the light as they clung to the ends, and his muscles rippled subtly with each movement.

 I glanced up from the stove as he entered the kitchen, offering him a small smile. "Dinner's almost ready," I said, my voice casual, but I couldn't help but let my eyes linger on him for a moment longer than usual.

Logan nodded, his expression softening as he approached the counter. "Smells good," he murmured, his deep voice carrying a note of appreciation.

I turned back to the stove, giving the pasta one last stir before switching off the burner. "I hope you're hungry," I said, reaching for a pair of plates.

"Always," Logan replied, and though his tone was light, there was something in his eyes that made my heart skip a beat. He walked back to his room and came out with a black shirt and pajama pants that I bought for him at the store when I went shopping with Vanessa. 

As I plated the food, the comfortable silence between us was almost tangible. We'd grown used to these quiet moments—the kind where no words were needed; just the simple act of being together was enough. But tonight, there was something else—a subtle undercurrent that made the air feel charged, like we were both waiting for something, though neither of us knew exactly what.

I handed Logan his plate, and our fingers brushed briefly, sending a small jolt of electricity through me. 

"Here you go," I said, trying to ignore the flutter in my chest. 

"Thanks bub," Logan said, taking the plate from me, his fingers lingering just a moment longer than necessary. His gaze met mine, and for a second, it felt like the world around us had quieted, leaving just the two of us in this small, shared space. But then the moment passed, and Logan turned to take his seat at the table, leaving me to follow. As I sat down across from him, I couldn't help but wonder what exactly was brewing beneath the surface. 

After we finished eating, Logan got up to wash the dishes, which had become part of our routine—he'd clean up whenever I cooked. I appreciated it more than he probably knew; it was one of those small gestures that made our arrangement feel less like just two people sharing a space and more like... something else. As he stood at the sink, his broad shoulders flexing slightly under his t-shirt, I decided to set up a movie for us to watch. I'd been slowly introducing Logan to pop culture, with Wade chipping in occasionally, and tonight felt like the perfect time to share one of my favorites from childhood: It, the 1990s version. It was one of those films that had both terrified and fascinated me as a kid, and I was curious to see how Logan would react to it. I popped in the DVD, the familiar logo flickering on the screen, and adjusted the pillows on the couch, making it as cozy as possible. Logan finished up in the kitchen and joined me, drying his hands on a towel before tossing it aside.

"What's this one about?" he asked, eyeing the screen as he settled in next to me, the warmth of his presence immediately noticeable.

"It's a horror film," I replied, a small smile playing on my lips. "About a creepy clown named Pennywise. It scared the hell out of me when I was younger, but it's a classic. Thought it'd be a good one to show you since you missed out on all the pop culture stuff."

Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "A clown, huh? Can't say I've ever found them particularly scary."

I chuckled, leaning back into the couch. "Yeah, well, let's see if this one changes your mind."

As the movie played, the familiar eerie music filling the room, I found myself occasionally glancing over at Logan to see his reaction. It was subtle, just a quick look here and there, but I was curious if he was enjoying it or if he found the whole thing ridiculous. Logan sat with his usual stoic expression, his eyes focused on the screen. He didn't flinch during the jump scares, and I couldn't quite tell if he was genuinely interested or just being polite. But every now and then, I noticed the slightest twitch at the corner of his mouth or the way his fingers drummed lightly against his leg during tense moments. It was clear he was engaged, even if he wasn't showing it in the typical way. I smiled to myself, finding a quiet comfort in the fact that we could share this moment. It wasn't just about introducing him to a part of my childhood; it was about seeing how our worlds could blend together, even in something as simple as watching a movie.

As the long three-hour movie hit the two-hour mark, the room's atmosphere had settled into a cozy lull. The tension of the film's earlier scenes had passed, leaving behind a quieter, more introspective part of the story. My eyelids began to feel heavy, the day's exhaustion finally catching up with me. Without realizing it, I leaned against Logan, my head finding a comfortable spot on his shoulder. The warmth from his body, combined with the steady rise and fall of his breathing, was soothing. It was a stark contrast to the eerie ambiance of the movie playing on the screen. My consciousness drifted, the lines between the film and reality blurring as I succumbed to sleep. 

Logan, feeling the sudden weight against his shoulder, glanced down at Violet. His expression softened as he noticed she had fallen asleep. He stayed perfectly still, not wanting to disturb her, though the unexpected closeness caught him off guard. There was something protective in the way he sat there, allowing her to rest against him, his usual guarded demeanor giving way to a rare moment of tenderness. As the movie continued to play, Logan kept his eyes on the screen, but his attention was divided. He was acutely aware of the soft rhythm of her breathing, the way her hair brushed against his arm, and the undeniable warmth of the moment that had quietly formed between them.

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A few days had passed since that movie night with Logan, and now, it was my birthday—the big thirty. I woke up late, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, promising a beautiful day ahead. There was a quiet excitement in the air, a feeling that today would be special. As I stretched and reached for my phone, I saw that it was already noon. Two notifications caught my eye, both simple but sweet reminders that people were thinking of me today. The first was from Vanessa, a bright "Happy Birthday!" with a string of emojis. The second was from Wade, in typical Wade fashion, a slightly more chaotic but equally heartfelt birthday message. I smiled to myself, feeling a warmth in my chest. Wade and Logan were out on a mission, so I had the apartment all to myself. It was unusual for me to wake up so late, but today, it felt right to indulge in a slow morning. I had the whole day ahead of me, and the possibilities felt endless. As I got out of bed and made my way to the kitchen, I couldn't help but wonder what the day would bring. There was something about birthdays that made everything seem a little brighter, a little more magical.

I put on my music and blasted it in my room while I sipped on my homemade iced coffee. The familiar beats filled the space, setting a vibrant tone for the day. As I got ready, I couldn't help but reflect on how much had changed over the past year. Life had taken unexpected turns, some challenging and others surprisingly wonderful. 

Logan's presence in my life was one of those surprises. He had entered my world in a way I hadn't anticipated, and now, looking back, I realized how much I appreciated having him around. He wasn't the type to openly admit it, but I knew we had become close. There was a comfort in our routine, in the way we shared meals and moments of quiet together. 

I decided to take my time getting dressed, choosing something that made me feel good—comfortable yet pretty. I slipped into a soft blue pastel mini dress that hugged my curves in all the right places, making me feel confident and effortlessly chic. The color complemented my skin tone, and the fit was just right, accentuating my figure without being too over the top. I let my hair fall naturally, the soft waves framing my face in a way that felt relaxed and authentic. For makeup, I kept it light and fresh, just a touch of mascara to bring out my eyes and a hint of blush to give my cheeks a natural glow. I finished it off with a swipe of lip gloss, nothing too bold, just enough to make me feel put together. It was my day, and I wanted to feel at ease—comfortable in my skin, enjoying the simple pleasures of the moment.

Vanessa had planned a girls' day out since she had the day off today, and we agreed that 2 o'clock would be the perfect time to meet up. To start my birthday right, I made myself a special breakfast—two pancakes topped with whipped cream and sprinkles. It was a tradition my grandparents had started, making this exact breakfast for me every year on my birthday. It's a tradition I will never break, no matter what.

As I sat at the kitchen table, the sweet scent of pancakes filling the room, memories of my grandparents flooded my mind. They had always made my birthdays special, and even though they were gone, their love and warmth still lingered in these small, cherished moments. Tears welled up in my eyes, the ache of missing them sharper on days like this. But I quickly took a deep breath, reminding myself that today was supposed to be a fun day, not one filled with sorrow. Wiping away the tears, I focused on the joy they would have wanted me to feel, determined to make the most of this day and honor their memory by celebrating the way they always had—with love, laughter, and a little bit of sweetness.

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It was finally 2 o'clock when I heard a knock on my door. I was in the middle of washing my dishes, so I used my powers to unlock the door, yelling, "Come in!"

Vanessa walked in with a big smile on her face, her energy contagious as she practically ran over to me, wrapping me in a tight hug.

"Happy birthday, Vi!" she exclaimed, squeezing me like she hadn't seen me in years, even though it had only been a few days.

I laughed, returning the hug just as tightly. "Thanks, Nessa. You're in a good mood!"

"Of course I am! It's your big day, and we're going to make it amazing!" she said, finally pulling back but keeping her hands on my shoulders, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've got the whole day planned, and trust me, you're going to love it."

Her enthusiasm was infectious, and I couldn't help but smile back at her. "Alright, alright. I'm ready for whatever you've got in store."

"Good," she said, giving me one last squeeze before letting go. "Now, let's get going. The day's not going to celebrate itself!"

I grabbed my purse, and with one last glance at my cozy apartment, we headed out the door, ready to take on whatever adventures Vanessa had planned for my special day.

As we walked in the hallway, Vanessa kept the conversation lively, talking about all the fun things we were going to do. We laughed and joked as we walked, the day already feeling special with just the two of us together.

But as we were heading down the street, Vanessa suddenly stopped and snapped her fingers. 

"Oh shoot, I forgot my bag at my place. We need to swing by and grab it real quick."

I smiled, shaking my head. "No problem. You and that bag, I swear."

She laughed, looping her arm through mine as we changed direction toward her apartment. "Hey, a girl's got to be prepared, right?"

It didn't take long to reach her place, and as we approached the door, Vanessa seemed a little more excited than usual. She fumbled with her keys, her hands practically shaking with anticipation, which I found a bit odd but didn't think much of Finally, she swung the door open, and I stepped inside, expecting the usual cozy vibe of her place. But instead, I was greeted by the sight of streamers, balloons, and a huge "Happy Birthday, Violet!" banner hanging across the living room.

"Surprise!" a chorus of voices shouted, startling me as a crowd of our friends, including Wade and even Logan, who I thought was on a mission, popped out from behind furniture and decorations.

I stood there, completely stunned, my mouth hanging open in shock. "Oh my God," I whispered, taking in the scene. "You guys..."

Vanessa beamed, her eyes shining with happiness as she grabbed my hand. "Happy Birthday, Vi! We couldn't let you celebrate this big day without throwing you a party!"

Wade was the first to rush over, pulling me into a dramatic bear hug. "You're growing up so fast, sugar plum," he said in a mockingly sentimental tone, his voice dripping with exaggerated emotion. He even pretended to wipe away a tear, adding to the theatrics.

I couldn't help but laugh, playfully shoving him away. "Oh, shut up, Wade," I said, rolling my eyes but smiling at his antics. "You're impossible."

Wade grinned, clearly pleased with himself. "But you love me anyway, don't you, birthday girl?" he teased, wrapping an arm around my shoulders as we both looked around at the party in full swing.

I laughed, still in disbelief. "I honestly had no idea... This is amazing!" Logan stepped forward, a small, almost shy smile on his face. "Happy Birthday, Violet," he said, his voice gruff but sincere.I felt a warmth spread through me at his words, a smile tugging at my lips as I met his gaze. "Thank you, Logan," I replied softly, appreciating the genuine sentiment behind his simple words.There was a brief moment of silence, and in that pause, I could feel the connection between us, something unspoken but understood. It was a small, quiet moment in the midst of the party, but it meant the world to me. Vanessa squeezed my hand, pulling me back into the moment. "Come on, let's get this party started! We've got food, drinks, and plenty of surprises left."

As the music kicked in and everyone started to mingle, I found myself smiling from ear to ear. This was more than I could have ever asked for—a day surrounded by the people I cared about, feeling loved and appreciated. It was the perfect start to a new chapter in my life.

After hours of drinking and laughter, I felt the fatigue creeping in, and I quietly slipped away from the crowd, finding solace on the couch. The noise from the back of the apartment seemed distant as I sank into the cushions, taking a moment to breathe.

Not long after, Logan appeared, walking over to me with his usual calm demeanor. He sat down next to me—not too close, but close enough that I could catch the faint scent of beer on his breath as he leaned in slightly.

"I didn't want to give you this in front of everyone else," he began, his voice low and a bit hesitant. "But I got this bracelet for you. I thought you might like it... I don't know, if you don't like it, it's okay."

He held out a small box, his expression a mix of uncertainty and hope. I could tell he wasn't used to giving gifts, especially something as personal as this, and it made the gesture all the more meaningful.

I took the box from him, feeling the weight of the moment as I opened it. Inside was a delicate bracelet, simple yet beautiful, with a small charm that caught the light just right. It was understated, something that could be worn every day, and I could tell he had put thought into choosing it.

"It's perfect," I said softly, my fingers brushing over the charm as I looked up at him. "Thank you, Logan. I love it."

Relief washed over his face, and he gave a small nod, his gaze softening. "I'm glad," he replied, his voice carrying that familiar gruffness, but with a warmth that made my heart flutter.

I smiled, feeling a surge of affection for this man who had become such an important part of my life. "It means a lot that you thought of me."

Logan didn't say anything, but the look in his eyes spoke volumes. We sat there in comfortable silence for a while, the party noise fading into the background, both of us content to share this quiet, intimate moment. 

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It was around nine o'clock when the party started winding down, and people began to filter out. Vanessa, still full of energy, suggested we should all head to the club just a short walk from here to keep the celebration going. Everyone agreed enthusiastically, and the idea of dancing and letting loose sounded perfect after the night we'd had. But as I glanced down at the pastel blue dress I was wearing, I realized it wasn't exactly club material.

"I'm going to head back to my apartment to change first," I said, and Vanessa nodded with understanding.

"Good idea," she said with a grin. "You've got that black mini dress I got you for Christmas, right? It's perfect for tonight."

"Exactly what I was thinking," I replied with a smile.

We all decided to meet back at the club once I was ready. As I made my way to my apartment, I felt a wave of excitement wash over me. It had been a while since I'd had a night out like this, and I was looking forward to letting loose. Once I got home, I quickly changed into the black mini dress. It was sleek and fitted, hugging my curves in all the right places. The fabric shimmered slightly under the light, and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence. This was definitely more fitting for a night out. With a final touch-up to my makeup and a spritz of perfume, I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, ready to rejoin the others and make this birthday one to remember.

As I made my way back to Vanessa's apartment, i could feel the excitement bubbling up again. The night was young, and the promise of dancing and fun with my friends had my spirits lifted. When I  walked into Vanessa's place, everyone was already gathered, ready to head out.

Wade immediately greeted me with his usual flair. "Well, well, if it isn't the belle of the ball! That dress—now that's what I call club material," he said with an exaggerated wink, making everyone laugh. I smiled, giving a playful twirl. "Thanks, Wade. Nessa picked it out." 

Wade grinned, clearly pleased. "Nessa's got good taste, no doubt about that. You're gonna be the center of attention tonight, Vi!"

As the group started to chat and gather their things, Logan's gaze never left Violet. He stood a little apart from the others, his eyes following her every move. The way the dress hugged her figure, the way her hair fell just right—it all captivated him in a way he couldn't quite explain. There was something about seeing her so confident and radiant that made it impossible for him to look away. But, as usual, Violet was blissfully unaware of the attention she was receiving from Logan. She was caught up in the excitement of the evening, laughing with Vanessa and Wade, and completely oblivious to the way Logan's gaze lingered on her, filled with an intensity that only he understood. Vanessa, on the other hand, wasn't oblivious at all. She noticed the way Logan's eyes stayed fixed on Violet, the way his expression softened when he looked at her. A knowing smile tugged at Vanessa's lips as she exchanged a quick glance with Wade, who raised an eyebrow in response. There was definitely something more between those two, even if Violet didn't see it yet. With everyone ready to go, they headed out into the night, Logan walking close to Violet, as if unconsciously drawn to her. She, still completely unaware of the effect she was having on him, continued to chat with Vanessa, her laughter echoing down the hallway as they made their way to the club, ready to dance the night away.

Vanessa led the way, confidently striding up to the bouncer at the front of the long line. With a quick exchange of smiles and a nod, he unhooked the velvet rope, letting us bypass the waiting crowd. We walked in, greeted by the thumping bass of the music and the flashing lights that turned the club into a vibrant blur of color and sound. The energy inside was electric. The dance floor was packed with people moving to the beat, their bodies swaying in sync with the rhythm. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and the faint tang of alcohol. It was the perfect atmosphere for a night of celebration. Vanessa and Wade immediately headed for the bar, eager to get the night started with a round of drinks. I followed, feeling the infectious energy of the place start to seep into my veins. Logan stayed close by, his presence grounding me amidst the chaos of the club.

As we reached the bar, Vanessa turned to me with a grin. "What's your poison tonight, birthday girl?"

I laughed, feeling the excitement bubble up inside me. "Surprise me," I said, trusting her to pick something good.

Wade leaned in, his voice barely audible over the music. "Something strong for the lady—she deserves it."

Vanessa nodded at the bartender, who quickly mixed up a colorful concoction and slid it over to me. I took a sip, the sweet yet potent flavors dancing on my tongue. 

"Perfect," I said, raising my glass to them.

"To Violet's big night out!" Wade declared, lifting his drink high.

We all clinked glasses, the sound of the toast lost in the booming music but the sentiment clear. After a few more sips, Vanessa grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the dance floor, eager to get moving.

"Come on, Vi! Let's show them how it's done!" she shouted over the music, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

I couldn't help but laugh as Vanessa dragged me into the sea of dancers, the music pulsing through my body. "Rock Your Body" by Justin Timberlake blasted through the speakers, the infectious rhythm driving everyone on the dance floor into a frenzy. The lights flickered and flashed, casting everything in a surreal, almost dreamlike glow. It felt like we were in another world, one where nothing mattered except the beat of the music and the joy of the moment.

As we danced, I caught a glimpse of Logan watching from the edge of the dance floor, his eyes locked on me. Even in the dim light, I could see the intensity in his gaze, a mix of emotions swirling just beneath the surface. But I was too wrapped up in the moment, too caught up in the euphoria of the night to dwell on it.

Tonight was about fun, about letting go and enjoying myself, and I was determined to make the most of it.

After dancing to five songs straight, my energy began to wane, and I decided it was time for a break. The heat from the dance floor clung to my skin, and I could feel the light sheen of sweat forming on my forehead. I made my way through the dance floor leaving Wade and Vanessa in the crowd, dodging groups of dancers and squeezing past clusters of people. Finally, I spotted Logan sitting at the bar, his broad shoulders hunched slightly as he nursed a drink. I walked over to him, feeling the cool air by the bar providing a much-needed respite from the intensity of the dance floor. As I approached, Logan looked up, his eyes meeting mine. There was something in his gaze—something deeper, more intense than I was used to seeing.

"Taking a break?" he asked, his voice low, almost a rumble.

"Yeah," I replied, sliding onto the stool next to him. "Five songs in a row is my limit, I think. I needed to cool off."

He nodded, his eyes flicking over me for a moment, lingering just a bit longer than usual. "You looked like you were having fun out there."

"I was," I said with a smile. "It's been a while since I've let loose like that."

Logan took a sip of his drink, his gaze still fixed on me. There was a pause, a brief moment of silence between us that felt charged, like there was something unspoken lingering in the air.

"You want something to drink?" he finally asked, breaking the tension.

"Sure, I'll have a soda," I replied, still catching my breath.

Logan signaled the bartender, ordering my drink before turning back to me. As I waited, I couldn't help but notice how he seemed more relaxed here, away from the noise and chaos of the dance floor. But there was also that intensity in his eyes, the same one I'd seen earlier. It made me wonder what was going on behind that stoic exterior of his.

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Logan and I had been talking for a while, the conversation flowing naturally between us despite the noise of the club. The energy in the room was electric, with the bass vibrating through the floor and the lights casting everyone in a kaleidoscope of colors. We shared a few laughs, occasionally letting the silence settle comfortably between us, a silence that felt more like understanding than anything else. But then, as if on cue, a guy appeared next to me. He slid in smoothly, cutting through the crowd with a kind of effortless confidence that immediately drew attention. He was tall, well-built, and his smile held that practiced charm that suggested he was no stranger to approaching women in places like this.

"Hey there," he said, leaning in close so I could hear him over the pounding music. His voice was smooth, almost too smooth, and it carried that easygoing assurance that made it clear he was used to getting what he wanted. "You look like you're having a good time. Mind if I join you?"

His eyes met mine, his gaze lingering just a bit too long as if to make sure he had my attention. I couldn't help but smile back, caught off guard but not entirely opposed to the idea. After all, it was my birthday, and a little harmless flirting wasn't going to hurt anyone.

"Sure," I replied, my voice light, matching his tone. "Why not?"

Logan's posture stiffened almost imperceptibly beside me, but I was too focused on the conversation with this new guy to notice. The stranger took it as a sign to move in closer, resting his arm casually on the back of my chair, his body angled toward me in a way that clearly marked his interest.

"What's your name?" he asked, his smile never wavering.

"Violet," I replied, still smiling. "And yours?"

"Mark," he said, offering his hand for a shake. His grip was firm, his touch lingering just a bit longer than necessary. "So, Violet, what brings you out here tonight? Celebrating something special?"

"Actually, yeah. It's my birthday," I said, feeling a bit of pride in the declaration.

"Birthday girl, huh?" Mark's smile widened, and he leaned in even closer. "Well, happy birthday, Violet. How about I buy you a drink to celebrate?"

I glanced at Logan, who was watching the exchange with an expression I couldn't quite read. His eyes were darker than usual, a storm brewing behind them, but he said nothing. It was as if he was trying to keep his composure, but the tension in his body was palpable.

"I'm good, thanks," I replied to Mark, still smiling but feeling a strange undercurrent of tension between Logan and me.

Mark, undeterred, simply shrugged. "Suit yourself. But let me know if you change your mind."He stayed close, continuing the small talk, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the weight of Logan's gaze on me, heavy and intense, but I brushed it off, assuming he was just being his usual stoic self.

As the conversation with Mark carried on, I noticed Logan's hand clench around his glass, his knuckles turning white. He was holding back, clearly, but from what? The realization that something deeper was going on hit me, but before I could say anything, Mark reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers grazing my skin.

Logan  set his drink down with a thud, the sound barely audible over the music but enough to catch my attention. "We need to talk," he said, his voice tight, almost a growl, as he stared at me with an intensity that made my breath catch.

Startled by the sudden change in his tone, I blinked at him, momentarily confused. "Now?"

"Yeah," Logan said, his eyes flicking to Mark for a brief moment before settling back on me. "Now."I hesitated, unsure of what had caused this sudden shift in his mood. But something in Logan's gaze told me this wasn't something to brush off. I turned back to Mark, giving him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I have to go."

Mark looked between us, clearly sensing the tension but not entirely understanding it. "No worries. Maybe I'll catch you later?"

I nodded, though I knew there wouldn't be a later. I turned to Logan, whose eyes hadn't left me, and allowed him to lead me away from the bar, leaving the flashing lights and pounding music behind as we found a quieter corner of the club. The entire time, I couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to change, something that had been building for a long time.

Logan finally stopped, turning to face me, his expression a mix of frustration and something else I couldn't quite place. "What's going on?" I asked, still confused by the sudden shift in his mood.

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. For a moment, he seemed like he was about to say something, but then, as if he couldn't find the right words, he just shook his head.

"Forget it," Logan muttered, his voice rough, like he was fighting to keep something buried deep inside. Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving me standing there, stunned and alone.

I watched him disappear into the crowd, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind racing with confusion and frustration. What had just happened? Why had he pulled me aside if he wasn't going to say anything?

The music continued to throb around me, but I felt disconnected from it, from the entire scene. Logan had left me standing there with a million questions and no answers, and all I could do was watch as he vanished into the throng of people, leaving me wondering what the Fuck had just happened.

Part 7: I feel like i'm drowning

[anonymityisfunwriter]

sooo I don’t know if this would be a good request or not but I’ve been obsessed with August by Taylor Swift and I was hoping maybe you could write something inspired by that song for Bucky… I can just imagine the angst…if not it’s okay!! Love you & your stories anyways 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

did - did you guys hear that? wait, there it is again... the sound of salt air and the rust on your door...

i won't lie, i'm nervous about writing to a song as perfect as august, but this was too amazing to not write. so with approximately one day left in august, here you are, dear reader! 💛

august.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist | Inspired By Taylor Swift Anon's Birthday Celebration

Looking back on it, he wasn't sure what it was. He wasn't sure if it was one thing. The amalgamation of living for the hope of it all. Maybe it was just the feeling the came along with it.

The salt air.

The rust on your door.

The whispers of 'are you sure?'

What exactly was it that put him in a trance? What left him helpless against the siren song that rang in his ears every time you echoed through his mind?

The sweltering heat.

The vast, unending Louisiana sky.

The mesmerizing way your dresses swished in that warm summer breeze.

He didn't know.

All he knew is there would never be another moment quite like that, never a moment that lasted as long, nor one that meant as much to him, as that August. That's what it was, truly. One long, fleeting moment.

Looking back on it, how August slipped away into a moment in time, he can still feel every moment of that summer love that brought him back to life.

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You'll never forget the day you met Bucky Barnes on that bright and shining summer day, the first day of August.

"Hi."

His bright eyes flash up at you, clearly startled by the stranger standing before him. "Uh... hi."

You chuckle at him from the pier where you stand, "Sorry, I'm Sarah's neighbor. I was just looking for her."

He steps off of the Wilson family boat, making sure to tuck his vibranium arm behind him. "Oh... I think she went back inside with Sam."

A bright smile lifts your face. Even on that very first day, Bucky can't help but but be a little mesmerized by it. "Sam? Sam is back?"

Bucky didn't bother to explain that the only reason he was even in Louisiana was because Sam was back.

There wasn't time to say anything before Sam came barreling back onto the dock.

From behind you, Sam's arms enveloped you, lifting your feet on the ground.

The most melodic laughter that Bucky's ever heard burst from your lips. You swat at Sam's hand, "Put me down!"

"Alright, alright." Sam gently lets you back on the wooden slats of the dock. He slings a heavy arm around you, "What are you doing over here?"

"I was looking for Sarah. Didn't realize that you decided to grace Delacroix with your presence again."

Sam gently nudges you, "Aw... ya missed me?"

There's something unsettling to Bucky about the envy he feels so quickly. He didn't even know your name. He had no right to feel jealous, to feel envious of the hand that Sam so casually had on your shoulder. He clears his throat reminding the two of you of his presence.

"Oh right!" Sam sheepishly chuckles. "Bucky, this is our longtime neighbor and childhood friend. And this is Bucky, he's - well - he's a friend."

You hold out a hand to him. "It's nice to meet you, Bucky."

He gingerly shakes it, "You too."

"So, how long are you in town for?"

"Just a few weeks."

"Oh."

He swears he hears a hint of a downward lilt in your voice. Almost like you don't like the fact that his presence here is temporary.

"We're actually workin' on fixing the boat," Sam interjects. "So who knows how long that'll take?"

You quirk an eyebrow at them, resting your hands on your hips, "You two are plannin' on fixing this boat?"

"You don't think we can?" Bucky counters.

Your eyes flash over to him with a coy smile, "I never said that... I just thought Sarah was sellin' it."

"I changed her mind," Sam touts, his chest playfully puffing out.

"By offering to fix it?" you guess. You shake your head, your eyes gleaming with amusement. "Always the same, stubborn Sam."

"Hey! I'm not stubborn. I prefer... tenacious."

Bucky snorts, "Another word for stubborn."

"Whose side are you on?"

For a moment, Bucky's electric blue eyes flash over at you. Still, he doesn't need to say he's on your side. The way your gazes lock and linger say more than enough.

You smile, tearing your eyes away after a long moment. "I, um, I should get goin'. It was nice to meet you, Bucky."

Bucky's hand lifts, his cheeks staining pink at the awkward wave of his hand. "You too."

And like the first time, the second time he crosses your path, you take him by complete surprise.

Bucky walks along the empty road in the blazing sun. He'd never admit it, but perhaps he'd underestimated the walking distance from town back to the Wilson family home in the intense Louisiana heat and humidity.

His hands shoved in his pocket, he walks, deeply regretting the choice to walk into town on his own.

The walk back is quiet. A quiet he'd come to hate over the years. Stuck with his own thoughts as sweat pricked at his forehead and beaded on the back of his neck.

He tenses when he hears a car slowly cruising over the gravel road.

He steels himself, purely out of habit.

"Hey!"

He jolts at the abrupt sound of your voice calling from your old rusted pickup. You chuckle, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

His shoulders automatically deflate. He offers you a tight smile, "It's alright."

"You headed back to Sarah's? Do you need a ride?"

"Oh, no, I'm okay walking."

"You sure? You've got a good five miles left and it's hot as hell out."

"I'll be okay."

"You've never heard of southern hospitality, have you?" you joke. You nudge your head towards the car, "Come on, get in the car."

Of course he'd heard of southern hospitality. He'd seen it first hand here in the quaint Delacroix community. Still, witnessing it and being shown it so earnestly were two very different things.

He thinks for a long second. It takes him a moment, but under your gaze and welcoming smile, he's not sure how he can say no. He reaches for the door handle, hopping in the car, "Thanks."

"You're welcome."

The car is silent for a long moment. He finds himself to aware of himself, of the close proximity to you.

He shifts in the passenger seat, tucking his vibranium arm further out of sight.

"You don't have to do that." His eyes snap over to you, closely watching your side profile. "I mean, you can if you wanna, but you don't have to."

He humorously snorts, "The metal arm doesn't bother you?"

"No, my dad was an amputee. He'd wear pants in the summer because he didn't want to make anyone uncomfortable."

He places his hand to a far more comfortable position than tucked between himself and the car door. You barely spare his arm a second glance.

He internally smiles, finally allowing himself to relax slightly. He flexes his fingers, staring at the way your eyes shine in the golden daylight. "In this heat?"

It's probably the dumbest response Bucky could say after you offering such a highly sensitive anecdote, but he can't help the pride that swells in his chest when you chuckle at him.

"Even in this heat."

The third time, he took even himself by surprise. He found himself thinking about that short car ride more than he should've. Analyzing every word and lingering glance. He wanted more. He wanted far more than he knew he should. He knew how this sort of thing went. He lived in New York. He was only here to lay low, to recoup their losses.

And still, he can't stop himself from wanting to, for once in his life, to just allow himself to live for the hope of it all.

The only socially acceptable gesture he could think of was a small token of appreciation from sparing him a five mile walk in the scorching heat.

Of course, he wasn't quite prepared to knock on your front door and say thank you. So he did the next best thing.

He left a bottle of wine on your doorstep the very next day with a little slip of paper with a simple 'thank you'.

He wasn't sure why he was surprised that you approached him the very next day.

Once again, he finds you perched on the deck while he works on the Wilson family boat, "Hey!"

He waves back with a little too much excitement. "Hi!"

"I just wanted to say thank you for the wine. You didn't have to do that."

He rubs the back of his neck, "It's alright, I wanted to."

"You know, I live alone, so I've got no one to share it with. And I doubt I could finish an entire bottle by myself," you chuckle. "Would you care to split it with me? Say 7 'o'clock?"

The smile slowly spreads across Bucky's face. "Yeah, I'd like that."

The trance truly takes over from that moment on. It comes back in pieces. Like a kaleidoscope of memories.

The salt air.

The rust on your door.

That feeling of waiting by the phone, canceling your plans just in case he calls.

His back beneath your willow tree.

His vibranium arm glinting in the light that filters through the thick leaves.

Your fingers tracing over each of his scars, down his shoulder blades, trailing up and down his spine. How you wished you could write your name on it.

You've never been this person. No one had ever enchanted you quite like Bucky Barnes did. His name echoes in your mind over and over again. You've never been good with unknowns, with the feeling of jumping without a care.

Will he call when he's away?

Will he think of you twisted in bedsheets?

It didn't end the way you thought it would. With how intense the love affair went, the end was quiet, peaceful. There was no death rattle breathing, no dramatic exit, nothing that could've prepared you for that last day of August.

You suppose you couldn't truly be shocked that it burned out as fast as it did, not when it burned as brightly as it did.

Because while wanting was enough for you, you know Bucky Barnes wanted more out of this world.

And down to the depths of your bones, you knew he was meant for bigger things than a summer love in Louisiana.

And on that final day of August, you find that you don't need him to say the words. You can see it written all over his face. He stands on your porch, his hands shoved into his pockets. "You're leaving."

He nods, licking his lips pulled into a pained, tight smile. "Yeah."

You knew this moment was coming. Despite a stubborn refusal to admit it, you both did.

It hung in the way he spoke about his war stories, his missions, his heroics.

August was always meant to be a moment in time.

He simply wasn't yours to lose...

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[faithshouseofchaos]

The wing man — Max Verstappen x Leo McTavish ft Carlos Sainz

Fluff and some smut it’s short smut at the end not much it’s more teasing than actual smut

Word count 7k

Mentions — Maxiel,Lestappen, McSainz (Carlos and Leo) and smut at the end

Tagged — @the-ghost-lovwr @toasttt11 @redcrescentmoons @allphatauri

Carlos was a man on a mission. Now that he knew about his friend's crush, he was determined to play the role of wing man and set Leo up on a date with the mystery man. He didn't know who it was, but he was going to do whatever it took to figure it out.

Over the next few weeks, Carlos began to observe Leo intently, trying to pick up on any little clue that might give away the identity of his crush.

He paid close attention to the way Leo interacted with other drivers on the grid, noting any signs of increased nervousness or excitement. But Leo was good at keeping his cards close to his chest, and Carlos found it damn near impossible to figure out who his friend was crushing on.

One day, as they were sitting in the driver's lounge, Carlos decided to play his trump card. "Hey, Leo," he said, feigning casualness. "What do you think about Max Verstappen?" Leo looked up from his phone, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he quickly masked it. "Why do you ask?" he said, trying to sound nonchalant.

Carlos shrugged, pretending not to notice his friend's reaction. "Oh, just curious. He's a talented guy, yeah? I mean, he's been winning races left and right lately." Leo nodded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, he's definitely talented. And he's got a lot of potential."

Carlos mentally fist pumped as he saw the corner of Leo's mouth twitch. Could this be the clue he was looking for? Was Max Verstappen the mystery crush?

He decided to push his luck a bit further, wanting to see if he could get another reaction out of his friend. "You know, he's single, too," he said, hoping to provoke a response.

Leo's expression froze for a fraction of a second before he regained his composure. "Is he?" he said, trying to sound disinterested. "I didn't know that."

Carlos raised an eyebrow, intrigued by Leo's reaction. "Yep. He broke up with his girlfriend a few months ago, I hear. So he's back on the market, if you're interested."

Leo's cheeks went slightly pink at the suggestion, but he tried to downplay it. "Oh, um, I didn't know that," he said, fidgeting with his phone. "But I'm not really looking to date anyone right now, anyway."

Carlos suppressed a smirk at the obvious lie. He knew his friend well enough to know that he was definitely interested in someone. And all signs pointed to Max Verstappen. Now he just had to find a way to get them together.

“I didn’t say anything about you dating Max, Leo” Carlos stated. "What? I thought... I mean, you just said..." Leo stammered, blushing furiously. He was surprised at the direction this conversation had taken. Carlos chuckled at his friend's flustered reaction, enjoying seeing him squirm. "Relax, man. I was just busting your balls. I wasn't actually suggesting you date Max. I mean, unless you want to..."

Leo's face turned even redder at the implication. "What? No, no, I don't... I don't want to date Max." he said quickly, a bit too quickly. Carlos arched an eyebrow at his friend's swift denial, a small smirk appearing on his lips.

"Are you sure about that, mate?" he teased. "You seem awfully flustered for someone who's not interested in the idea." Carlos says, teasing the Scotsman. "Come on, man. You can't fool me. I've seen the way you look at him when he's around. You're smitten, admit it."

Leo protested weakly, flailing his arms in denial. "What? No, I don't... I'm not-" he stuttered, but Carlos cut him off with a knowing chuckle.

"Save it, mate. I know you better than that. You've had a thing for Max for Ages, haven't you? Don't even try to deny it." Leo groaned, burying his face in his hands. "Okay, fine. You win. I have a bit of a crush on Max, alright? Happy now?" he said, his voice muffled by his palms.

Carlos chuckled, pleased that he had finally gotten Leo to admit it. "See? Was that so hard?" he said, grinning smugly. Leo shot him a dirty look. "You're enjoying this way too much, you know that?" he said, a hint of irritation in his voice.

“I’m your best friend. I'm supposed to enjoy this Leo” Carlos says. Leo rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help but smile at Carlos's playful tone. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But do you have to torture me so much?"

"It's my job, mate," Carlos said, grinning. "As your best friend, it's my duty to give you a hard time. And right now, that involves teasing you mercilessly about your crush on Verstappen."

Leo groaned again, leaning back in his chair. "Why did I ever tell you anything?" he said, but there was no real annoyance in his voice. "Because you love me," Carlos said with a smirk. "And because you have terrible taste in men, apparently."

Leo narrowed his eyes on his friend. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with having a thing for Max. He's attractive, talented, and competitive. What's not to like?"

Carlos let out a snort. "Except for the fact that he's stubborn, cocky, and arrogant. I mean, have you seen him on the track? He's like a human wrecking ball out there." "Hey, that's just part of his appeal," Leo said, sounding somewhat defensive. "He's a fighter, and he never backs down from a challenge. That's admirable, don't you think?"

Carlos rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, admirable. Whatever you say. But don't come crying to me when he breaks your heart, okay? I warned you he's a hothead." Leo playfully smacked his friend's arm. "Oh, shut up. You're just jealous because you don't have a love life of your own."

Carlos pretended to be offended. "Hey now, that’s low. I'll have you know I have plenty of admirers, thank you very much." "Sure you do," Leo said sarcastically. "I bet they're lined up outside your hotel room every night."

"You'd be surprised, mate, I’m a passionate lover remember" Carlos said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively "But we're not talking about me right now. We're talking about your hopeless crush on Verstappen."

"It's not hopeless," Leo protested weakly. "I just... haven't had the guts to do anything about it yet. But I will. Eventually."

"Right," Carlos said skeptically. "And how long do you plan on sitting on those feelings before you make a move? Because if you wait too long, someone else might swoop in and steal him out from under you."

"Oh, I don't know," Carlos said, pretending to think. "Maybe Charles Leclerc? Or Daniel Ricciardo ? Or any of the dozens of other drivers who drool over him every time he wins a race?"

Leo's heart sank even further. "Okay, okay, I get it," he said, holding up a hand in defeat. "There are plenty of people who could potentially try to make a move on Max. But that doesn't mean I have to give up without even trying."

"Who said anything about giving up?" Carlos said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "In fact, I think I might have a solution to your little predicament."

Leo looked at him warily. "What kind of solution are we talking about here?" Carlos leaned forward, his grin widening. "You know how we're hosting that big party back at our place tomorrow night? Well, I just so happen to know that Max will be attending. And I've got an idea on how we can make sure you two end up spending some time together."

Leo's stomach twisted at the thought of seeing Max in a casual setting, surrounded by other people. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the thrill of excitement that coursed through him at the prospect. "Are you suggesting... that we play matchmaker at our own party?"

Carlos chuckled, clearly enjoying this. "That's exactly what I'm suggesting. We'll make sure you two end up alone together at some point in the night, and then let nature take its course."

Leo's mind swirled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. Spending time alone with Max was both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. "I don't know..." he said hesitantly. "Won't it be obvious what we're doing? Max will definitely realize we're up to something."

Carlos scoffed. "Who do you think I am, mate? Of course it won't be obvious. We'll be sneaky about it. Max won't suspect a thing, I promise."

Leo took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He knew this was a huge risk, but if there was even the slightest chance of getting closer to Max, he had to take it. "Alright," he said, a hint of determination in his voice. "I'll trust you. But if this blows up in our faces, I'm blaming you."

Carlos clapped him on the back, grinning broadly. "Don't worry, mate. I've got this all under control. You just focus on looking your best and being charming as hell tomorrow night."

"Thanks, I feel so reassured now," Leo said sarcastically. "But seriously, Carlos. What if Max isn't interested in me? What if he's not even into guys? Have you thought about that?"

"First of all, Max is definitely into guys. I've seen the way he looks at you when you're not paying attention," Carlos said. "And second of all, there's only one way to find out if he's interested in you. And that's by giving it a shot."

Leo sighed, knowing that Carlos was right. "I suppose you're right. I just.... I don't want to make a fool of myself in front of him. I'd never hear the end of it."

"You won't make a fool of yourself," Carlos assured him. "Just be yourself. You're a catch, mate. Max would be lucky to have you. And if he can't see that, then he's an idiot."

That comment made Leo chuckle, his nerves slowly starting to dissipate. "Thanks, man. I appreciate the confidence boost. But what if... what if it does blow up in our faces? What if Max rejects me?"

"Then we'll deal with it," Carlos said, his tone firm. "But that's not going to happen. I have a good feeling about this, Leo. Trust me. Everything will work out, you just have to have faith."

Leo let out a shaky breath, trying to summon up some courage. "Okay," he said, steeling himself. "I trust you. Let's do this. But if it goes wrong, I'm blaming you." Carlos gave him a reassuring smile. "Deal. But it won't go wrong. I guarantee it. You'll have Max eating out of the palm of your hand by the end of the night. Just wait and see."

Leo nodded, trying to believe in Carlos' words. But inside, his stomach was still tied in knots. Spending time alone with Max was one thing. But actually flirting with him... that was a whole different ball game. But he was determined to see this through, no matter how terrifying it might be.

——

Carlos' party was in full swing. Music blared from the speakers, and the room was filled with the laughter and chatter of countless drivers and guests. Leo stood off to the side, nursing a drink as he surveyed the crowd, nervously waiting for Max to arrive.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Max walked through the doors, flanked by several members of his team. Leo's heart skipped a beat as he took in his crush's appearance. Max was wearing a sharp suit that hugged his muscular frame in all the right places, and his hair was styled back in its usual manner. He looked every part the suave and confident racecar driver.

Leo had to fight the urge to go over and say hello right then and there, but he managed to restrain himself. He knew Carlos had a plan, and he didn't want to screw things up by acting too eager. So he forced himself to stay where he was, casually leaning against the wall as he sipped his drink and watched Max schmooze with the other guests. For the next hour or so, Leo kept a watchful eye on Max from across the room. He saw him talking and laughing with other drivers and team personnel, his charm and wit on full display. Leo couldn't help but feel envious of the ease with which Max seemed to navigate social situations, but he also couldn't deny that he found it incredibly attractive.

Eventually, Carlos made his way over to Leo's side, sensing that his friend was starting to grow impatient. "Relax," he said, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Everything is going according to plan. Just give it a little bit more time."

Leo took a deep breath and nodded, trying to calm himself down. "I know, I know. But it's just... he's so captivating. I can barely keep my eyes off him."

Carlos chuckled. "Yeah, he's got that effect on people. Trust me I know we were teammates at one point.But you have to keep yourself together, mate. You don't want to come on too strong and scare him away."

"I know, I know," Leo repeated, feeling a bit frustrated at how difficult this was turning out to be. He knew Carlos was right, but it was so hard to maintain composure when all he wanted to do was go over and make a move on Max.

Sensing his friend's frustration, Carlos tried to lighten the mood. "Hey, just think of it as a game. A game of strategy and finesse. You're a strategic genius on the track, aren't you? Just apply those same skills to this situation. Play your cards right, and you'll have Verstappen eating out of the palm of your hand in no time."

"Believe me, I get it," Carlos said, grinning. "But you can't let your attraction to him cloud your judgment. You have to stay focused on the endgame - getting some alone time with him."

"Right, right," Leo said, nodding in agreement. "And how exactly are we supposed to get him alone? You never told me that part of the plan." Carlos smirked. "Don't worry, I've got a plan for that too. Just relax and enjoy the party for now. Trust me, everything is going to work out exactly how it's supposed to."

Leo tried to take a deep breath and relax, but his nerves were still on high-alert. As he watched Max chatting with another driver, he couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, wishing that he was the one Max was paying attention to. But he shook his head, trying to stay positive. Carlos was right. There was a plan in place, and he just had to go with it.

Time seemed to crawl by, and Leo found himself growing more and more impatient as the minutes ticked by. He checked his watch every few minutes, wondering when Carlos' plan was going to take effect. He tried to distract himself by engaging in small talk with fellow party goers, but his mind kept wandering back to Max. Then, seemingly out of nowhere, Max turned in Leo's direction, his gaze meeting Leo's across the room. Leo felt his heart skip a beat as their eyes locked, and his palms began to sweat. He saw Max give him a brief nod of acknowledgment before turning back to his current conversation, and Leo tried to hide the wave of excitement and nervousness that swept over him.

"He noticed you," Carlos said, appearing suddenly at Leo's side. "See? Everything is going according to plan. You just have to wait a bit longer, and then we'll make our move." Leo took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But how long do we have to wait? This is torture, man."

The night wore on, and as it grew later, the party attendees started to thin in number. Leo was still by the wall, nursing his drink, when he noticed Max making his way towards him. His heart skipped a beat as Max approached, his charming smile never leaving his face. "Hey, man. Enjoying the party?" Max asked, leaning against the wall beside Leo. Leo felt his throat go dry, his palms starting to sweat. He tried to keep his voice steady as he responded.

"Yeah, yeah. It's great," he said, taking a sip of his drink. He tried to keep his gaze focused on Max's face, but he could feel his eyes continually drifting downward, tracing the lines of Max's muscular body. Max chuckled, clearly noticing Leo's wandering gaze. "You know, you don't have to act all nervous around me. I don't bite."

"I'm not nervous," Leo lied, feeling his cheeks flush red. He tried to cover up his obvious nervousness with a smirk. "Just appreciating the view, that's all." Max raised an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider. "Oh, really? And what exactly are you appreciating?"

Leo swallowed hard, realizing that he had walked right into that one. "Uh, just... the party. The decorations and stuff. It's all very... festive." Max chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on Leo. "Right, of course. The decorations. That's definitely what you were looking at."

Leo felt his face growing even hotter and knew he was blushing. "shut up," he mumbled, taking another sip of his drink. Max just chuckled again, still amused by Leo's flustered response. "Relax, man. I'm just messing with you. But seriously though, you're as red as a tomato right now. Do I make you nervous or something?"

"No, no," Leo denied weakly, trying to pull himself together. "You don't make me nervous. I'm just... feeling the effects of a few too many drinks, that's all." He tried to take another sip of his drink, but his shaking hand almost spilled it. Max chuckled again, clearly not convinced by Leo's flimsy excuse. "Right, it must be the alcohol. Not the fact that you're standing here, stuttering and blushing like a fool in front of me."

Leo mentally cursed himself for being so obvious. He tried to come up with a witty retort, but his brain was not cooperating. "Well, maybe I'm just not used to being around someone as attractive as you, alright?" he muttered, hating himself for admitting that out loud.

Max smirked again, clearly enjoying this. "You think I'm attractive, huh?" he asked, leaning in a bit closer. "You're not so bad yourself, you know. When you're not acting all nervous and tongue-tied, that is." Leo's heart raced at their sudden proximity. He tried to keep his cool, but Max's playful demeanor and the smell of his cologne were making it difficult to think straight. "Yeah, well... you're not exactly hard on the eyes either," he managed to say, his voice cracking slightly.

Max chuckled again, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You're really not very good at the whole being-chill thing, are you? It's kind of adorable, actually."

Leo felt his face flush even more, if that was possible. "I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, taking another sip of his drink. "I'm totally chill. Completely cool."

Max chuckled again, clearly not buying it. "Yeah, totally cool. That's why your face is beet red and you can barely string together a coherent sentence. Totally chill."

Leo groaned inwardly, knowing that Max was right. "Shut up," he muttered, taking a gulp of his drink. "I'm trying my best, alright?"

Max chuckled again, clearly enjoying making Leo squirm. "I know, I know. And like I said, it's kind of adorable. But seriously, relax. You don't have to act all nervous and awkward around me. I don't bite, remember?"

Leo forced himself to take a slow breath and calm his racing heart. "Right, yeah. No biting. Got it." He managed a shaky smile. "I guess I'm just... not used to being around someone as confident and charming as you, that's all." Max chuckled again, clearly enjoying this banter. "Confident and charming, huh? I like the sound of that. But for the record, I'm not trying to be charming or anything. I'm just being myself. If you can't handle it, that's your problem."

"I can handle it," Leo retorted, though his voice still wavered slightly. "I'm not some timid little mouse, you know. I can handle my own conversation." Max raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by Leo's bravado. "Oh, really? Is that so? Then why do you look like you're about to pass out from nervousness every time I get close to you?"

Leo cursed inwardly, knowing that Max was making a good point. He tried to come up with a clever comeback, but his brain felt like mush. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, sounding unconvincing even to his own ears. "I'm not nervous."

Max chuckled again, clearly enjoying this. "Yeah, you definitely sound like a confident guy who's not at all intimidated by me," he teased, taking a step even closer. "Your trembling hands and flushed cheeks really sold it." Leo felt the heat of Max's body inches away from his own, and his heart skipped a beat. He could feel the warmth radiating off of him, and the scent of his cologne was intoxicating. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his cool. "I... I just..." he stammered, struggling to form coherent thoughts.

Leo tried to resist the effect that Max's voice was having on him, but he was powerless against it. He felt his knees growing weak and his stomach flipping in somersaults. "I..." he tried to speak, but his voice came out as a hoarse whisper.

Max chuckled again, feeling the power he had over Leo. "Cat got your tongue, eh?" he teased, leaning in even closer. "You know, this is kind of fun. Reducing the great Leo McTavish to a bumbling, stuttering mess with just a few words."

Leo felt his stomach do another flip at Max's words. He tried to summon up whatever courage he had left, but it was all lost in a wave of desire and longing. "You're... you're doing this on purpose," he muttered weakly, hating himself for how pathetic he sounded. Max chuckled again, leaning in even closer until their faces were mere inches apart. "Of course I am," he replied, his voice low and seductive. "And it's working, isn't it? Look at you, all flushed and shaking. It's almost too easy."

Leo couldn't deny how true that was. He was totally under Max's spell, vulnerable and powerless. He tried to take a step back, to put some distance between them and regain his composure, but his legs felt weak and wobbly. "I... I can't..." he muttered, his voice barely audible.

Max chuckled again, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on Leo. "Can't what?" he teased, his breath hot against Leo's neck. "Can't form a coherent thought? Can't keep your legs from shaking? Can't resist me?"

Leo shuddered as Max's breath tickled his skin, sending heat coursing through his body. He felt powerless against the tide of desire that was threatening to consume him. "Please," he whispered, his voice shaking. "Don't do this. You're making it impossible for me to think straight." Max chuckled again, his lips hovering just millimeters from Leo's ear. "That's the point," he whispered back, his breath hot and seductive. "I want you to feel off-balance and disoriented. I want you to be completely at my mercy. Is it working, huh?"

Leo shivered as Max's words sent ripples of pleasure through his body. He knew he should resist, should push Max away and take back control of the situation. But he was powerless against the force of Max's charisma and appeal. "Yes," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "It's working. You're... you're driving me crazy."

Max chuckled again, clearly pleased with himself. "Good," he whispered, his lips still hovering just millimeters from Leo's ear. "That's exactly what I wanted. To drive you crazy. To make you weak in the knees. To make you want me so badly that you can't think straight."

Leo shuddered again as Max's words washed over him. His brain was a hazy mess of desire and longing, and all he could focus on was the heat of Max's body and the sound of his voice. "I... I do want you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want you so badly it hurts."

Max chuckled again, clearly satisfied that he had reduced Leo to such a vulnerable state. "I know you do," he whispered, his lips finally brushing against Leo's ear. "And I want you too. More than you could ever imagine. it’s why my girlfriend and I broke up"

Leo felt a jolt of surprise at Max's words. "Your... your girlfriend?" he managed to say, trying to force his brain to focus through the haze of desire. “I swing both ways Leo” Max says casually. Leo's mind froze as he processed Max's words. He had suspected that Max might not be straight, given his confident demeanor and charming personality, but hearing it confirmed was still a surprise. "You... you're bi?" he managed to say, his voice wavering slightly.

Max chuckled again, clearly amused by Leo's surprise. "Yeah, I am," he said, his voice nonchalant. "What, did you seriously think I was straight this whole time?"

“Well yeah?…actually but now that I think of it you and Daniel make so much sense now” Leo states.

Max chuckled at that, clearly amused by the implication that he and Daniel had given off a bisexual vibe together. "What, just because we're close friends and comfortable around each other?" he said with a smirk. "Just because we're affectionate and handsy, you immediately assumed we must be secretly boyfriends?"

"Well... yeah," Leo admitted sheepishly, feeling a little embarrassed. "I mean, you guys always seemed really close and comfortable with each other. It just kind of seemed like there was something more going on." Max chuckled again, clearly amused by Leo's assumptions. "Nah, man, it's not like that. Daniel and I are just really good friends, that's all. We're comfortable with each other because we've known each other for years. We might mess around and flirt with each other a lot, but it's all in good fun. There's nothing romantic or sexual between us."

“Ok so what about you and Charles?” Leo asked. Max chuckled again “I’ll be honest there was this one time when Charles and I hooked up but it was a one time thing” Max says. Leo was surprised to hear about Max and Charles' encounter, but he had to admit that it was intriguing. "Really? When was that?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual.

Max shrugged. "It was a few years ago, at some after-party. We were both drunk and frustrated and horny, and one thing led to another." He chuckled again, clearly amused by the memory. "It was fun, but it was just a one-time thing. We never spoke about it again afterwards."

Leo felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of Max and Charles together, but he tried to push it aside. He had to remind himself that it had been years ago and didn't mean anything in the grand scheme of things. "So you guys are just friends now, huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, of course," Max replied, shrugging as if it was no big deal. "We're both professional drivers and we have to maintain a certain level of professionalism towards each other. We didn't want anything coming between that."

“Now what about you and Carlos?” Max asked Leo. Leo's face flushed as Max brought up the subject of him and Carlos. He tried to keep his voice calm and measured. "Me and Carlos? What about us?"

"Oh come on, don't play coy with me," Max said with a smirk. "I've seen the way you two look at each other. There's something going on there, isn't there?"

“There was this one time” Leo whispered Max's smirk widened as he heard Leo's whisper. "Aha, I knew it," he said, leaning in closer. "Spill the details, man. What happened between you and Carlos?" Leo felt his face flushing even more as Max pressed him for details. He hadn't talked to anyone about that night with Carlos, and the memories still felt fresh and raw. "We... we kissed," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Max raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by Leo's confession. "You kissed, huh? That explains a lot," he said with a smirk. "But that's all you did, right? Just a kiss?"

"Yeah, just a kiss," Leo confirmed, his heart racing as he remembered the way Carlos' lips had felt against his own. "It was... it was kind of a heat-of-the-moment thing. We were both drunk and emotional, and it just happened. and besides as much as I love Carlos he isn’t the one I want.” Leo says.

Max raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by Leo's admission. "Oh really, he isn't the one you want? Then who is?" he asked, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “You” Leo says looking into Max’s eyes. Max's smirk faded, and his eyes widened slightly in surprise at Leo's bold admission. "Me?" he repeated, as if he wasn't quite sure he had heard Leo correctly.

"Yeah, you," Leo confirmed, his voice shaky but determined. "I can't explain it. There's just something about you that draws me in. I can't stop thinking about you. I want you so badly it hurts. but you always piss me off and you drive me insane”

Max was speechless for a moment, clearly taken aback by Leo's words. He had been teasing and flirting with Leo all night, taking pleasure in reducing him to a stuttering mess. But now the tables had turned, and it was Max who was flustered and off-balance. "I... uh..." he stammered, fumbling for a response. Leo chuckled at the sight of Max being flustered for once. "Speechless, huh?" he teased, emboldened by the fact that he had finally gotten under Max's skin. "It's nice to see you at a loss for words for once."

Max's cheeks reddened as he tried to regain his composure. "Shut up," he muttered, trying to sound gruff and unbothered. "You just caught me off guard, is all. I didn't expect you to be so... honest about your feelings."

Leo smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction at having finally broken through Max's cocky facade. "What, did you think I was just going to keep pining after you like some lovesick puppy?" he teased. "Well, sorry to disappoint you, but I've got some bite in me too." Max chuckled at that, clearly amused by Leo's newfound confidence. "Oh, I know you've got a bite," he said with a smirk. "I just hadn't expected you to be so direct about it. It's kind of sexy, actually."

Leo felt his face flush at Max's words, but this time it was from arousal rather than embarrassment. "Do you want to get out of here?” Leo asked. Max's eyes darkened as he picked up on the change in Leo's tone. "Hell yes," he said, his voice low and rough. "Lead the way." Leo felt a thrill of excitement run through him as Max agreed to leave with him. Without a word, he grabbed Max's hand and led him out of his apartment that he temporarily shared with Carlos, weaving between the people and the door.

Once they were out of the apartment, the cool night air hit them like a blast, bringing them back to reality for a moment. But Max quickly recovered and pulled Leo closer, pinning him up against the wall of the building. "You're playing a dangerous game, McTavish," Max growled, his voice low and seductive. "Leading me out of the apartment like this. You have no idea what I'm going to do to you."

Leo felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine as Max growled in his ear. "Is that a threat or a promise?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady. Max chuckled darkly, his hands roaming over Leo's body as he pressed him even harder against the wall. "Both," he whispered, his lips brushing against Leo's ear. "You have no idea what you're in for."

Leo's breath hitched as Max continued to explore his body with his hands, his touch setting every nerve ending on fire. "Then what are you waiting for?" he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Do your worst."

Max chuckled at Leo's challenge, clearly enjoying the way he squirmed and shivered under his touch. "You're gonna regret asking for that," he warned, his fingers slipping under Leo's shirt and tracing a path of heat across his skin. Leo let out a soft moan as Max's fingers danced across his skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "I doubt it," he retorted, his voice trembling slightly. "I can handle whatever you dish out."

Max laughed again, his lips now trailing kisses down the side of Leo's neck. "We'll see about that," he murmured, his tongue darting out to taste Leo's skin. "Because I'm just getting started."

Max led Leo towards his apartment, his hands still holding onto him possessively. Once they were inside, he pushed Leo up against the wall and kissed him fiercely. Their lips and tongues tangled in a heated kiss, their bodies pressing tightly together. Leo wrapped his arms around Max’s neck, pulling him closer as he surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. Max's hands roamed over Leo's body, exploring every inch of him. He slipped his hands under Leo's shirt, his fingers tracing patterns over his skin. Leo gasped as Max's touch ignited sparks of pleasure through his body, his knees weakening as his desire for Max reached a dizzying height.

Max broke the kiss suddenly, panting for breath. "Come on," he ordered, his voice low and gruff. "Bedroom. Now." Leo nodded, his brain too muddled with desire to form words. He allowed Max to lead him towards the bedroom, his heart racing with anticipation. As they entered the room, Max pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him, his gaze intense and predatory. Max leaned down, his lips trailing down Leo's neck and along his collarbone. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this," he murmured, his breath hot against Leo's skin. "How long I've thought about having you like this, all to myself."

Leo let out a moan as Max's lips found a particularly sensitive spot on his throat, his hips bucking up involuntarily.

Max chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on Leo. "So impatient," he teased, running his tongue along the edge of Leo's ear. "Don't worry, you'll get what you want. But first, I want to take my time with you. I want to savor every moment of this."

Max slowly began to unbutton Leo's shirt, his fingers trailing over each inch of newly exposed skin. Once the shirt was discarded, Max's lips and tongue followed the same path, exploring every contour of Leo's chest and stomach. Leo writhed beneath him, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as the heat began to pool low in his belly. Max looked up at Leo, a smug smirk on his face. "You're so responsive," he murmured, his hands roaming over the bare skin of Leo's torso. "I love the way you react to my touch. It's like your body was made for me."

Leo could only manage a moan in response, his brain too consumed by desire to form coherent words. He wanted more of Max's touch, more of his kisses, more of everything he was offering. But Max was taking his time, driving him slowly insane with every teasing caress.

Max's hands moved lower, trailing down towards the waistband of Leo's jeans. He lingered there for a moment, teasing the sensitive skin with light touches. "Do you want me to keep going?" he asked, his voice low and sultry. “Yes please” Leo begged desperately.

Max chuckled, clearly enjoying the desperation in Leo's voice. "Since you asked so nicely," he teased, his fingers quickly unfastening the button on Leo's jeans. He slowly began to pull them down, revealing more and more of Leo's skin with each inch of fabric that he removed.

Once Leo's jeans were discarded, Max took a moment to admire the sight before him. Leo was splayed out beneath him, his body flushed and trembling, his eyes dark with desire. Max ran his hands over Leo's thighs, his touch gentle but possessive.

"You're so beautiful," Max murmured, his gaze roaming over every inch of Leo's body. "I can't believe I get to have you like this." He leaned down, his lips brushing against Leo's ear as he continued to talk. "But trust me, we're just getting started."

Max began to kiss and nibble his way down Leo's body, his lips and tongue trailing over every sensitive spot he could find. Leo moaned and arched his back, his body seeking more of Max's touch. He felt like he was on fire, his senses overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through him.

"I love the way you react to me," Max murmured, his lips moving lower and lower down Leo's body. "I love the sounds you make, the way you writhe and squirm beneath me. I could do this all night, just drive you crazy with pleasure until you're begging me to let you come."

"Please," Leo gasped, his fingers gripping the sheets tightly. "I can't take much more of this. I need you. Now."

Max chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on Leo. "So impatient," he teased, his hands slowly moving to Leo's underwear. "But I suppose I've tortured you enough." He slowly pulled off Leo's underwear, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of Leo's naked body. "You're even more beautiful than I imagined," he murmured, his hands roaming over Leo's skin.

Max leaned down, pressing his body against Leo's. He captured his lips in a kiss, his tongue delving deep into his mouth as he rolled his hips against him. Leo moaned into the kiss, his body arching up to meet Max's every touch. Max pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss but still keeping his body pressed against Leo's. "Are you ready for more?" he asked, his voice low and rough. "Because I'm not even close to being done with you yet."

Leo nodded, his brain too foggy with desire to form words. He was completely at Max's mercy, his body trembling with need and anticipation. He wanted more of Max, more of his touch, his kisses, everything. Max nodded, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "That's what I thought," he said, his hands gripping Leo's hips tightly. He began to press kisses and nibbles down Leo's neck and chest again, his body still grinding against him in a slow, maddening rhythm. Leo arched his back, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Max continued to tease and torment him. His fingers dug into the sheets, desperate for something to anchor himself to as the pleasure swirled through him like a maelstrom.

Max continued his path down Leo's body, his mouth and hands exploring every inch of skin he could reach. He took his time, savoring the taste and feeling of Leo under him. Leo's moans and gasps grew louder and more desperate, his body writhing under Max's touch. "You're so close, aren't you?" Max murmured, his lips now hovering millimeters above the most sensitive part of Leo's body. "I can feel how badly you want to come. You're shaking for me."

"You're so close, aren't you?" Max murmured, his lips now hovering millimeters above the most sensitive part of Leo's body. "I can feel how badly you want to come. You're shaking for me.” max says his hand stroking Leo’s throbbing length

Leo could only moan in response, his body arching up towards Max's touch. He was so close, so impossibly close, his body wound up tight like a coiled spring. "Please," he gasped, his voice strained and broken. "I need... I need..."

Max chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on Leo. "Shhh," he whispered, his hand continuing to gently stroke Leo's length. "I know what you need. Just a little more. Just a little longer."

Max shifted his body slightly, positioning himself between Leo's legs. He continued to tease and stroke him, his touches deliberate and precise. "You're doing so well," he murmured, his eyes fixed intently on Leo's face. "Just a little more. Let go for me."

With that, Max's hand moved faster, his touch more insistent. Leo's body tensed up, his breath catching in his throat as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter inside him. And then, suddenly, it snapped. He let out a guttural moan, his body arching up off the bed as his release hit him in waves max following shortly after. Max collapsed on top of Leo, his breath coming in short gasps. They lay there for a moment, their bodies pressed against each other, both of them reeling from the intensity of their pleasure. "That was... incredible," Leo said finally, his voice hoarse and raspy.

Max chuckled shakily, still trying to catch his own breath. "Incredible doesn't even begin to describe it," he replied, his hand tracing lazy patterns across Leo's skin. "I don't think I've ever felt anything like that before."

Leo smiled sleepily, feeling the weight of exhaustion settle over him now that the initial rush of pleasure had faded. "Me neither," he murmured, his eyelids drooping shut. "I think you might have worn me out." Max chuckled again, shifting his body to pull Leo closer to him. "Go to sleep," he whispered, his fingers running through Leo's hair. "You look exhausted." Leo mumbled something in agreement, already half asleep. He snuggled closer to Max, burying his face in his chest. The last thing he remembered before drifting off was the feeling of Max's arms wrapped around him, holding him tightly.

Max watched Leo sleep for a moment, a small smile on his face. He knew they had a lot to talk about in the morning, but for now he was content to just hold him close and enjoy the feeling of having him in his arms. He let out a sigh, feeling the exhaustion settle over him as well.

"Goodnight, Leo," he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. "Sleep well." With that, he closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep, already looking forward to seeing what the morning would bring.

[imaginexwwe]

SPRING BREAK 2 - Roman Reigns

TIME SKIPS and APPEARANCE BY COLBY

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REAL NAMES WILL BE USED

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SPRING BREAK IS OVER AND SUMMER BREAK IS BEGINNING ALL WHILE Y|N'S LIFE IS SLOWLY FALLING APART AND SHES CLUELESS TO REALIZE HER MYSTERY MAN IS CLOSER THAN SHE KNOWS

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PART 1 (×)

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"Thank you for taking me out, tonight." I said, as I walked hand in hand with Joe back to the the beach house.

After that night we spent together, he had asked if I wanted to go out with him to this restaurant not to far from where the house.

And at first I wasn't sure if I had wanted to go, not because I didn't want to see him.

But because I was slightly embarrassed about how I had acted with him the very first time we had met.

I mean, that wasn't me.

I didn't act like that and I definitely don't just sleep with a guy hours after meeting him.

Basically I didn't want him to have the wrong impression of me and expect what happened that night to happen the next time we saw each other.

So of course I used the fact that this was Tori and I's trip and I didn't want to be that friend that just up and leaves her just cause a guy wanted to show me some attention.

No matter how I desperately wanted him to show me some attention again.

If you know what I mean.

But now that tonight's the last night that Tori and I would be in Miami, I just figured why not.

It honestly seemed like perfect timing because Joe, just so happened to show up at the house again, claiming he was in the area and decided to take a chance asking me out again.

And obviously I agreed to go to dinner with him and I had a blast.

We talked, he told some corny jokes, some of which were of the sexual nature, and just basically made me laugh like I hadn't in a long time.

I mean, that man had me laughing so hard at times that other guest at the restaurant kept giving us weird looks and eventually we decided it was just best if we left before guest got fed up and asked management to ask us to leave.

I could really see something long term with this man, I silently thought a huge smile on my face.

"What's got you smiling so much?" Joe asked, as we came to a stop in front of the door.

"You." I blushed, hiding my face in his muscular chest.

Joe chuckled, pulling me closer to him, letting the hand I wasn't currently holding on to rest on my butt as he continued to hold me in silence.

After what seemed like a minute or two of silence, I sighed, reality setting in even more. "This week's went by fast, huh?"

"Yeah," Joe quickly replied. "I only wish we were able to spend more time together before you left."

I nodded, my face still buried in his chest, taking in his now familiar scent. "We have the rest of tonight." I replied, finally pulling away from his chest. "That's if you wanna stay the night again."

Joe shook his head. "I got a early flight tomorrow and I haven't even packed yet."

I poked out my lips, looking up at with the best puppy dog eyes I could muster up. "Please..?" I asked, slowly running my finger down his chest, stopping at the waistband of his pants. "I promise it'll be worth it." I added, as I began sliding my finger even further down.

"Y|N," Joe groaned, grabbing at my hand to stop me before I reached his member. "I really can't..." He forced out, mumbling a quick, "even though I really want to," after.

Fine, I thought to myself as I silently turned on my heels, ready to leave him at the door without another word.

I do recall him mentioning that he had this career that required him to travel a lot.

How he never had much time in one place.

But I didn't expect him to turn down casual sex, especially since it'll more than likely be the last time me or him see each other.

"We'll see each other again, babe." Joe said, almost as if he had read my mind.

I nodded, biting down on my lip. "Goodbye kiss?"

Without answering, Joe just wrapped an arm around me, pulling me close, leaning down seconds later to give me a kiss.

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A few minutes later, I slowly made my way back inside the house.

"Your man's not coming in?" Tori asked, as soon as I shut the door, and locked it.

I frowned, going over to where she was laid out on the couch eating popcorn. "Nope," I mumbled. "He's got a early flight for work and he says that he needs to get home to pack and get some rest I guess. But he did give me his number so..." I continued before trailing off.

Tori nodded, shoving a handful of popcorn in her mouth. "Well, at least you did get some dick this trip." I heard her say, as she chewed. "The closest I got was that weir-" She abruptly stopped talking, her eyes getting wide when she heard my phone ringing before I silenced it. "Ooh, is that Joe missing you already?" She giggles, as she playfully elbowed me.

"Tori," I said, rolling my eyes. "I told you, he gave me his number. Not I gave him my number."

"I know," Tori replied, "I just thought that maybe you had sent him a text while or something and so now he has your number and was calling."

I shook my head. "No," I groaned, hearing my phone start to ring again. "It's just my dad." I said, just letting my phone ring until it stopped on its own. "I'll call him in the morning. I'm going to bed." I added, standing up from the couch, and making my way upstairs to my room.

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"This is all your fault." I screamed at my bestfriend Tori, handing her the two positive pregnancy tests in my hand.

We were currently back home in Iowa, and spring break was almost a month ago.

And a couple weeks ago I had started getting sick, which wasn't like me.

I was throwing up random times throughout the day, mostly in the morning, constantly felt nauseous.

Started having bad headaches, which was rare, like I get them but not as constantly as I have been getting them now.

And for a while I shrugged it off as me worrying about passing my finals and all the studying I've been having to do before summer break, but then I looked at my calendar, realizing I still hadn't gotten my period then boom...

It hit me.

I may be pregnant.

So if course I swallowed my nerves, went down to the store and purchased two different brands of pregnancy tests and of course with my luck both came back positive.

Yay, me, I thought sarcastically.

A nineteen year old college student whose just figuring out her life, is now going to be responsible for another.

"I don't want to touch your pee sticks." Tori childishly replied, shaking her head. "And how is this my fault?" She questioned, crossing her arms.

I gasped, looking at her in disbelief, is she serious right now? "You're the dumbass that invited those guys to my dad's beach house, insisted we have all those shots, and now look what happened."

"But I never insisted that you sleep with whatever his name is." She defensively replied. "That was all you, Y|N."

"Yeah," I groaned. "But you were the reason he even was there."

Tori sighed. "I told you to use a condom."

"He did."

I felt tears stinging my eyes as I went over and placed the two test on the sink. "I didn't want this." I mumbled. "I hate we even went to Miami."

"Maybe it's not his," Tori said, her voice sympathetic. "Maybe it's Austin's." She added, causing me to cringe at the mention of my on again, off again boyfriend of six years.

Who I just so happen to be on, with at the time.

And kinda during the Miami trip, but he cheated on me before so I guess we're even.

Not that I was trying to get even, it's not like I was trying to do some revenge cheating or anything, I just happened to forget all about him everytime Joseph came around.

Then I'd eventually check my phone, see a missed call or text from him and, well you get it.

"No, it's definitely not his."

Unfortunately.

"My conception date's not adding up to the last time Austin and I fooled around, but that would be so much easier because I did know where he was." I mumbled. "Unlike Joe."

"You said you have his number." Tori replied. "Call him and find out when he's got a day off or something and maybe he could come to Iowa and you could tell him about the pregnancy."

I shook my head. "I can't ask him to spend his off days in boring Iowa, Tori."

"Well you have to at least call him and curse his ass out for getting you pregnant."

Again, I shook my head. "It was my decision to have sex too." I said, through tears. "Besides," I added, my voice barely a whisper. "I can't get in touch with him."

"Why not?" Tori, pressed on, confusion showing on her face.

"I think he gave me the wrong number."

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Later that night, I laid out on the couch, curled up as I mindlessly flipped from channel to channel.

Tori had gone back to her parent's house about an hour ago after we miserably failed at finding Joe online considering I didn't even know his last name, and I was left alone with my thoughts.

How could I be so stupid?

Having one night stands with a person who I just met hours before wasn't me.

That's Tori's thing.

Why couldn't this be her?

She'd be handling this way better than I ever could.

And of course how could Joseph do this to me?

I mean, clearly neither of us tried to make a baby, like I said he had a condom but his number...

He gave me a fake number.

What was was the point of taking ne out if he didn't even like me enough to give me his actual number?

Why pretend to like someone when you've already had no strings attached sex with that person?

What if his name isn't even Joseph?

Am I even willing to go through with this pregnancy, let alone have this baby?

Would I want to keep it, or give it up to family that really wants a baby?

"Can you just stay on one channel?" My annoying, older brother, Colby asked.

He wasn't actually my brother, more like my step brother since my dad and his mom had gotten married like a decade ago.

I rolled my eyes. "Can you go upstairs to your room and leave me the fuck alone?"

You don't even live here, I thought to myself.

Colby is actually a wrestle nerd or something like that, that spent most of his time on the road traveling with some company doing wrestle stuff.

He doesn't even use his real name, he wrestles under Seth Rollins or some shit.

I've never seen a match in person, never watched it on TV, basically anything with wrestling I avoid.

Clearly I'm not a fan.

"You're a twenty five year old loser at your parent's house instead of your own." I added, childishly kicking at him.

It's not that I didn't like my step brother, it's just that I was in my feelings about my situation and really didn't want to be bothered.

"Fuck, Y|N," Colby shouted, making me flinch slightly. "Watch my damn knee."

I gasped, frowning as I immediately sat up on the couch. "Shit," I replied, regretting my actions. "I'm so sorry, Colby." I apologized. "I forgot about your knee."

I even forgot why he had been staying here.

From what I heard from our parents, Colby had tweaked his knee during a match and had to have surgery on it, which was why he was staying here.

Our parents, mostly his mom, insisted he recover here so he could have someone to help him when he needed something.

"I didn't hit it, did I?" I asked, looking down at the bandaged knee.

Colby shook his head. "No," He answered, slowly stretching his leg with the bum knee out so that it could rest comfortably on the coffee table, groaning as he did so. "But what's up with you?" He asked, glancing over at me.

"Life."

"Is life code for the two pregnancy tests I saw in the trash, in the bathroom?" Colby asked, making my heart race. "It's not Tori's is it?" He wondered, probably from the way I was acting.

How stupid was I to leave the tests in the downstairs bathroom trash can?

Or in the house at all?

I nodded, avoiding Cody's sympathetic gaze.

I knew I fucked up big time and I didn't need his eyes to remind me.

"No." I whispered. "It's mines and no, it's not Austin's." I added, just knowing that would be the next thing he asked me, then I just decided to come clean with the rest. "And don't even bother asking me who the father is, cause all I know is his name is supposedly Joseph or Joe, and on top of that I don't know his last name, so..."

Colby let out a sigh. "When did my little sister become the fucked up one?" He asked, making me giggle for the first time in I don't know how long.

"That I don't have the answer to."

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This was supposed to be a 1 or 2 part thing but I don't know know lol who wants more?

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PART 3

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T A G S -

@southerngirl41

[stargazer-sims]

Journal Entry #51 (part two)

previously - Journal Entry #51 (part one)

Victor

The day after Yuri got out of the hospital, Auntie Keiko dropped Fox off at our house at seven in the morning. That left ample time for Mr. Okamoto to go home and get ready for his work day, but he didn't leave until he'd taken Fox aside for a little chat. I didn't know what my father-in-law might be saying to him, and I was worried that it might be an unnecessary lecture about Yuri's extraordinary needs and some thinly-veiled warning about doing a good job or else. Fox didn't need that on his first day. For his sake and ours, I wanted this arrangement to go well, not to get derailed before it even started.

The urge to spy on them was strong, but I resisted.

I tried to act casual when I heard the dining room door slide open. Fox was smiling when he and Mr. Okamoto exited the room, but I didn't want to read much into it. Some people smile to hide their true feelings, and I wasn't sure if that applied to Fox or not.

It was only after Mr. Okamoto left the house and Fox and I were in the kitchen making breakfast that I found out his smile had been genuine, and why.

Okay... let me back that up a bit. It was Fox who was making breakfast. I was only helping by explaining to him what types of foods Yuri can and can't eat. Fox definitely knows his way around a kitchen, in case you're interested. His mom's a Red Seal chef, and evidently he's picked up more than a thing or two from her.

Anyway, as he was preparing the fluffiest, most tasty-looking scrambled eggs I'd ever seen in my life for himself and me, he commented, "Your father-in-law is nice."

"Uh..." I stammered. "That's... not exactly a word people regularly use for Mr. Okamoto."

"Really?" Fox seemed surprised. "I think he's nice, and he seems like a great dad. I can tell he really loves Yuri, and you too."

It was my turn to say, "Really? I mean, I know he loves Yuri, but... not so sure about me."

"He made me promise to take good care of you," Fox said. "People don't say that about someone they don't love." He paused, as if he was debating with himself whether or not to go on, but eventually he continued. "My dad... he kinda abandoned me here. He didn't ask Auntie Keiko and Uncle Kin to promise to look after me. In fact, he was so rude to Auntie that I think she's convinced he doesn't love me all that much."

"That's..." I trailed off, at a loss as to how I should respond.

"Anyway," Fox went on, "I'm okay now. I've found my family."

"I'm glad," I said. "Uncle Kin and Auntie Keiko are good people. Everybody's auntie and uncle, I guess you could say. If you needed to find a family, they're the best ones you could've found."

"I know. I'm really lucky," he said. "And you and Yuri are lucky to have his dad. He said he'd do anything for you, and I believe him."

I was still trying to wrap my head around that revelation while Fox kept on talking. I hadn't pegged him as a particularly chatty person, but maybe he's only quiet in comparison to the people he's usually with. Like, Takahiro and his family aren't the sort of people you'd call shy and retiring. I've met Fox's friend Jin a couple times as well, and that guy... Let's just say his level of energy might even rival mine.

Anyway, somewhere in the midst of his cheerful monologue, Fox told me that Mr. Okamoto offered to pay him for helping us, and Fox said he'd accepted. He said he hoped I wasn't offended by that. I told him no. Far from being offended, I was pleased that Mr. Okamoto wanted to compensate him. We might not need his help for more than a few weeks, but despite it being a short period of time, it was still going to be a tough one. He deserved to get something besides gratitude in return for it.

"I would've done it for free, just so you know," he said.

"We appreciate that," I said, "But it's better this way, and I'm glad Mr. Okamoto offered. Yuri and I wanted to give you something too, but we weren't sure how to approach it. Like, we knew you'd do it for free, but we didn't want to take advantage of you. But, we also didn't know if you'd be offended if we—”

"Victor, don't worry. It’s totally fine.” He interrupted me in the politest way I’ve ever been interrupted. “I wouldn't have been offended. I appreciate it too, but I agree with you. I think it's better like this."

With that awkwardness out of the way, we sat down to the most delicious breakfast I've had in a long time, and pleasantly idled over less weighty subjects. I'm pretty sure Fox has more in common with Yuri than with me, but we were able to find some common ground. We both love food and enjoy being creative in the kitchen. He enjoys the outdoors like I do, and he likes camping, and he knows Granite Falls.

“Maybe we could take Taka and Yuri camping when we get home this summer,” he suggested.

I grinned. “Yuri’s been camping in Granite Falls. It was, um… an experience.”

“So, bad idea, then?”

“No, it’s a great idea. He liked it in the end, and now he knows what to expect. This time, we’ll tell him he’s the expert and he can teach Taka what he learned last time.”

“An experience,” Fox said. “I like it. Taka’s into having adventures, so if you think Yuri would be okay, the four of us should definitely go.”

“There’ll be plenty of time to plan it once you get home,” I said. “There’s lots we can do, actually. I’m excited about showing Yuri and Taka around.”

“Me too,” Fox said. “Imagine, we grew up in the same area at the same time, and never met until we came here. And if our partners weren’t already friends, we probably never would have met at all."

"I like how the world's full of strange coincidences like that," I said.

"So do I, although I do kind of wish we'd gone to the same school and known each other before."

"This was the right time," I said. "Things might've worked out for us in a whole other way if our lives had been different."

"You're probably right. In any case, I'm glad we know each other now, and it feels good to think that I’ll be going home this summer to friends who’ll be waiting for me.”

“We’ll be waiting for sure,” I said. “I think it’s gonna be great.”

We loitered over our empty plates until Fox looked at his phone and announced that it was nearly nine o’clock. Mutually concluding that we’d killed enough time at the breakfast table, Fox set to work tidying up the kitchen while I directed him where to put everything. Then, he went upstairs to check on Yuri.

On that first day, I followed him upstairs and basically became his anxious, annoying shadow because I was concerned about how Yuri might feel about being left entirely alone with him. Not that I don't trust Fox — I would never have allowed him anywhere near Yuri if I didn't trust him — but Yuri is sensitive and I wanted to make sure the two of them would get off to the best start possible.

I needn't have worried. Fox is the least intimidating person I've ever met, and he's a natural at caregiving. He had Yuri up, bathed and dressed without so much as a whisper of protest, and before I knew it, he was calmly feeding him a little bowl of soy yogurt and cut-up peaches as if it was the most ordinary and unremarkable occurrence in the world.

It hasn't been all smooth sailing since then, of course. Yuri is stubborn, as I'm sure you guys all know by now. He's also fond of getting his own way, and he has all kinds of tricks up his sleeve to make that happen, and — not gonna lie — even though I'm perfectly aware he's doing it, I give in to him a lot of the time anyway.

I figured Fox would be completely taken in, since he's such a kind soul and quite frankly gives the impression of being a pushover. But, what I hadn't known in advance was that Fox has the same superpower as Yuri; the one where he can bend people to his will so sweetly and gently that they don't even notice it. Except... two people trying the same tactic on each other do notice.

I probably don't need to tell you, this has led to a few very intense conflicts between the two of them. Quiet, civilized conflicts to be sure, but no less fierce than if they'd been shouting at each other.

Irresistible force, meet immovable object.

Not unpredictably, their biggest disagreements have been around meals. For the first few days Fox was here, he fed Yuri all his meals without questioning it, but around the fourth day, I guess he figured there was no need for that to continue to be part of his job description. Yuri pushed back, and eventually it fell to me to referee the dispute.

Yuri was furious when I sided with Fox.

I know what you're likely thinking, and yeah, I do feed Yuri when he's sick because it's easier on both of us if I do. I hate seeing him struggle to eat. That stresses me out just as much as the physical act of eating stresses him. But, I had to concede that Fox wasn't wrong when he said Yuri should be perfectly capable of feeding himself. Besides, Fox is already doing enough for us, and I didn't want to complicate his job.

Yuri made a huge scene, but I gotta say I was proud of Fox for handling the whole thing like a pro. He straight-up told Yuri that he was being ridiculous which, as you can imagine, didn't go over well. I left the room at that point 'cause I didn't want to get stuck in the middle of any further wrangling between them.

As I was crossing the hallway to my own bedroom, I overheard Fox say something unexpected. He asked Yuri if the reason why he didn't want to feed himself was because he was scared.

I already knew the answer, but I was shocked when Yuri actually admitted to Fox that's what it was.

Then, Fox did something else I hadn't seen coming. He started telling Yuri about his experience in the hospital back in the autumn, and how he'd been terrified to let anyone give him an injection.

That seemed odd to me, considering Fox is an insulin-dependent diabetic and gives himself two shots every single day, not to mention the number of times a day he pokes one of his fingers or his forearm to test his blood sugar. By that point, I'd watched him do insulin injections and blood glucose tests, and he'd barely batted an eyelash at sticking tiny, sharp objects into his skin, even with an audience of one curious wannabe nurse.

Intrigued by what he was now recounting to my husband, I temporarily deserted my plan to gather up my laundry, and lurked just out of sight of the doorway of Yuri's bedroom to eavesdrop instead.

"They're not really allowed to let you give yourself a needle, you know," Fox was saying. "But, I made a big fuss about it until they agreed to let me. I had to do it because it always hurt so much when other people gave me a shot."

Yuri sounded dubious. "That makes no sense."

"I know," Fox said. "That's the thing. I can see now that it was illogical, but at the time it seemed perfectly rational to me. Anyway, I met my friend Jin when I was in the hospital. He was my nurse, and he figured out that it was hurting because I expected it to. And you know what? It turns out he was right."

"Good for him," Yuri said.

"You know what he told me?"

"I couldn't possibly guess," Yuri replied, and his tone practically screamed, I couldn't care less.

Fox was clearly undeterred. He went on, "Jin said that I need to train myself not to expect the worst, because not everything that seems like it’ll be painful or scary turns out to be.”

"Yes, well... sometimes it does."

"That's exactly what I said," Fox told him. "And he agreed with me, but he also said that if I was too afraid to take any chances, then I might miss out on something good."

"I don't see what that has to do with me," Yuri said.

Fox may have missed it, but I didn't fail to catch the nuance in my husband's words. I knew it wasn't that he didn't understand, but more like he didn't want to admit how this could apply to him. It was his way of saying I get it, but I wish I didn't.

"I heard you like strawberries," Fox said. "And I already know you like rice, so I made you something special for breakfast. It's rice pudding, but with protein powder and pureed strawberries in it, and it's sweet like a dessert. And it's pink. See? Don't you want to know what it tastes like?"

"Not particularly."

"I double-checked with Victor. Everything in it is something you've had before. It's all safe for you to eat, if that's what's worrying you. Or is it something else?"

Yuri's answer was mumbled, and I didn't catch it, but I thought it sounded like. "It's too difficult."

"Yeah, doing stuff for yourself can be really hard," Fox said. "I totally get it."

'No, you don't."

"You might be surprised.”

“I doubt that.”

“There was a lot of stuff I couldn't do for myself before I met Jin, and Takahiro and his family,” Fox said. “I had to learn so much just to start being a normal independent person. At first, I was scared and stressed out and tired every day, but everything I've done so far has been worth it, even though it was difficult."

"It's different for me," Yuri said.

"Yeah, it is different for you," Fox acknowledged. "I've been learning to do things over the past little while that you've probably been doing independently for years. I'm not asking you to do something crazy like learning pretty much every adult life skill within a few months, like I did. All I'm asking you to do is try feeding yourself, because I know you can."

"Oh... fine, then. But, if I throw up, it's your fault."

To my astonishment, Fox laughed. It was the same kind of laugh I've heard from other adults when a child says something outrageous, and I'd say it was more an indication of indulgence than of amusement. "Yuri, you're not going to throw up."

"How would you know?"

"Just start with one small bite. If you can't do more than that, you can stop. it's okay. Here..."

I attempted to peek around the edge of the door as sneakily as I could. Fox had his back to me, and probably wouldn't have spotted me anyway, but I was trying to avoid Yuri knowing I was there.

I was just in time to see Fox turning the bowl of rice pudding around so the handle of the spoon that was sticking out of it was facing in Yuri's direction. Hesitantly, Yuri reached out and grasped the spoon as Fox held the bowl for him.

"You can do it," Fox encouraged. "One spoonful. If you can manage that and you decide you want more, I'll feed you the rest, but we're going to keep working on this at every meal from now on until you're doing it all by yourself."

Yuri's expression was an awful combination of fear and lingering irritation, but I was gratified to see him lift the spoon with some pink-tinted rice on it. And then he put it in his mouth, and for one dreadful moment I thought he really might get sick. Most of the colour drained from his face, and he stared at Fox, wide-eyed.

"Take the spoon out of your mouth, Yuri," Fox said gently, and when Yuri did as he asked, he followed up with, "Good. Now, you can swallow."

It was weird, observing that. I'd never heard anyone explain something as simple and instinctual as eating in step-by-step instructions before. Then again, perhaps Yuri had somehow unlearned that instinct and needed to be told what to do.

He's mentioned to me before that he often doesn't want to eat and only consumes food because he has to. He says he doesn’t like eating most foods, not necessarily because he dislikes the taste or texture of the food, but because he’s hyper-focused on every little detail involved in eating, and he gets overwhelmed. I guess it’s like, he could get so fixated on chewing that he’d forget to swallow, and then suddenly swallow in a panic, and then panic even more when he realizes he didn’t consciously decide whether he should swallow or not.

I don’t know, really. I’m certain Yuri could explain it better himself, but that’s basically how I understand it from what he described. And considering his history of anxiety as well as severe digestive system issues, maybe it shouldn't be too surprising.

As for Fox, I was impressed that not only was he able to break down the process for Yuri, but also that he'd recognized the need for it. It made me wonder if someone had needed to explain a basic skill to him in a similar way in the past.

"That was awesome. I knew you could do it," he said, once Yuri returned the spoon to the bowl. "How do you feel? Is your stomach okay?"

"It's fine," Yuri said. His tone was grudging, like he didn't want to admit that feeding himself one spoonful of strawberry-flavoured sweet rice wasn't actually going to be the death of him.

"Think you can do it again?" Fox inquired.

"If I have to."

"You don't have to, but I'd like you to."

Yuri sighed. "Very well."

Two spoonfuls later, I could see how much of a psychological and physical toll the effort had taken. To anyone unfamiliar with the situation it probably looks like he's playing up for attention whenever he wants someone to feed him, but I can tell you in all honesty, it's not like that. The strain that showed in all his body language was real. He gets that way when he's being fed by someone too, but not nearly as quickly and nowhere near as pronounced.

I could see his hand shaking as he gripped the spoon. He was visibly sweating, and his skin had that pale, washed-out appearance some people get when they're about to faint.

I was concerned enough that I almost stepped back into the room, but fortunately, Fox was perceptive enough to see what I saw and to understand what it meant. He said to Yuri, "Give me the spoon."

Yuri didn't so much hand it to him as push it in his general direction. Fox placed everything on the bedside table, and then helped Yuri settle back on his pillows.

"You did great," Fox told him. He brushed his hand over Yuri’s forehead. It looked like he was checking his temperature, but it was more likely that he was wiping some of the moisture off his face.

I was a little amazed that Yuri didn’t flinch away from Fox’s touch. He asked shakily, “Can… can I have some water, please?”

Fox handed his water bottle to him, and he took a couple of sips before passing it back.

“Done?” Fox inquired.

Yuri nodded. “Done.”

“Everything all right? Is your stomach still okay?"

"Yes, my stomach is all right for now, but I'm tired," Yuri said. "I need to sleep.”

"Understandable," Fox didn't point out that he'd only been awake for an hour or so. He simply acknowledged that Yuri knew best whether he needed more rest or not. "That was an amazing effort. I know it was a lot, but you did really good. I didn't even have to tell you to take that last spoonful."

"It’s good. The rice."

That admission was spoken so quietly that I almost didn't hear it.

"There's more of it left," Fox said. "Victor and I are going to have it for dessert with our lunch, but we'll save some for you. Would you like that?"

"Yes, please."

"You're going to feed yourself at least one spoonful at lunchtime, okay?" It sounded like a request, but I knew it wasn’t.

Yuri didn't reply, so I had no idea if he was agreeing with Fox's new rule, but he didn’t seem to be disagreeing either, which was good. I smiled. It may not have been a victory, exactly, but I felt safe in calling it a step in the right direction at least.

And now we're at the spot where I’m supposed to say some sort of happy ending thing, right? Like how I’m filled with hope or how Fox is a miracle worker or something?

Well, I am hopeful, but I’m not naïve. I don’t think Yuri had some great epiphany or whatever, or that Fox’s wisdom is going to fix everything. Yuri’s got a long way to go, and he’s not going to recover overnight, especially mentally. Disability Is tricky like that. Even when the body is relatively well, the mind can still be troubled. in fact, I’m convinced that the psychological impact of living with a disability can be even more disabling than the illness or disability itself.

What I can say is, I think it’s good for Yuri to have Fox here. It’s good for me as well, and not just for the obvious reasons. Fox doesn’t let Yuri get his way to avoid a confrontation with him, or to alleviate his own discomfort, like I do. As much as I don’t like admitting it, his approach yields better results than mine, even if it starts out a bit rough.

From watching Fox Interact with Yuri, I’ve learned there’s a difference between sympathy and empathy. I let Yuri get away with a lot because I feel bad for him and it’s painful for me to see him suffering, and I just want to make things better for both of us. But, I’m starting to realize that’s not doing either of us much good at the end of the day. He doesn’t need someone to take pity on him. He needs someone to respect how he feels and to try seeing things from his point of view while also showing him safe ways to move forward.

He needs someone to help him get perspective. That’s what my therapist would call it.

After this, I think I should be challenging him more. And I should be challenging myself more, to be firm with him when I need to be, and to recognize when it's okay to give in and when it's not. I need to challenge myself to remember that the easiest way isn't always the best way, and sometimes there has to be a little pain in order to make progress.

[echantedtoon]

Chasriel Week Day 5

Day 5: Overworld/an AU *Deltarune AU*

OH glorious heaven. The sweet morning light beautifully bounced off the pure white clouds and the delicate rays of sunshine made the beautiful landscape shine bright with a thousand wing beats of different birds souring about to and fro. Not that he noticed. He was a little busy NOT-hiding maybe a little too far behind the tree to be casual. His curious eyes blinked and a worried expression came over him at the sight of them. Lounging on the bench, resting in sunlight. He bristled and slammed his back against the tree when she yawned and lifted her head up. To any other person, this was just random normal behavior for the goofy goat monster so no one paid attention too much, but if they did they would've noticed the sudden red spring up to his face. ..When he slowly looked back behind the tree she was sitting straight up now. Yawning and stretching out her back with so much grace. Oh sweet light, she was breathtaking. He was a fool for not thinking it-

But now came the rather hard part. When he had first noticed these little things, he was sure it was just an appreciation for another classmate like himself. He always admired other nice beings like himself, but then he started noticing other small factors during the few months. The way her eyes sparkled. How her laugh was like beautiful music. Whenever she did laugh at any small joke he told her. He had begun to receive tight warm feelings in his chest whenever he spoke to her. Stuttered even. Since when did he stutter?! He knew exactly what to do!! Ask his monster friend about it all-...That went as well as you'd think when he straight up told him that-

"You big fur brain! It's obvious you gotta crush on her."

A crush. Like romatical feelings. Whelp. What guy would he be if he didn't get involved in a few of these shennanigans..only he wasn't just the wingman this time. Instead he was the lost puppy staring at his crush from afar. So naturally he did the only thing he could? Avoid it all together until it built up and the guilt overwhelmed him to finally go and visit her again. Oh one of the single things he regretted. But now there was a clear path to her, she was reaching around behind her to pull grass pieces from her hair and didn't even notice him standing there. Perfect. All he had to do was act natural.

So when a shadow fell over her and she looked up at him. His fur fluffed up around his face and turned a pink. She smiled realizing who it was. "Oh. Hello, Asriel. Haven't seen you in a while."

He bowed and tipped his hat to her. "Greetings, Chara.~ You look absolutely lovely today!~" And he really meant it this time too.

She giggled she lit up a light pink when he kissed the back of one her hands. "W-Well you certainly know how to treat a gal."

"But of course. Which is why I couldn't help but notice that today is no ordinary day. I believe it's what's called....Valeo-tine's Day?"

She giggled more at his bad punctuation. "Well if you mean Valentine's Day, then yes. I-It's a pretty popular holiday."

This was it! His big chance. He chuckled nervously and put his hands behind his back. "W-Well, let me the first to say you shouldn't spend it all alone.~ Luckily I have the perfect solution." She rose a brow but blinked when a red heart flashed in front of her face and presented her with a box. The Monster smiled nervously and when she slowly took it immediately straightened back up. "I-I-I heard from a dear friend that people give each other candy like on Halloween..Enjoy."

She stared at it and silently opened the top off. He felt the nervous smile on his face wavering just slightly the more the silence went on..but soon a giggle escaped her throat and she looked back up to him. "I didn't take you for the chocolate type. But it's a sweet gift." Carefully placing the box onto the bench next to her and stood up. Wrapping her arms around him and he froze when her warmth enveloped him in a hug of giggles and those beautiful eyes looking up at him. "Thank you so much for the cute gift."

Of course he knew exactly what to do. A stream of his usual giggles came out of his moth and for the first time he wasn't snarky about it. His tail thumped wagged him and that she giggled at that goofy grin.

"W-Well when cupid's fly they say..."

[babylizzz]

And the saga continues. This is very healing for me. Please excuse me as I take full advantage of this outlet. This is all so very fresh.

K and I met on a dating app. I was just looking for some casual fun, someone to get me out of the house on nights when the kids were with their dad. He was looking for his person. What stood out to me right away about K was that he's funny. Most guys are so bland on dating apps. I swiped right and it was an instant match. The conversation flowed so well. He's so interesting and intelligent, and we have so many shared interests. We moved to text that night and met that weekend. By the end of the first date, I was smitten. I wasn't even looking for anything serious, but in walked this whole man. By that I mean he had spent the last 6 years intentionally single and just growing as a person. He was a complete, whole person who knew exactly what he wanted and was ready for it. We were both so real and open and vulnerable with each other. It was refreshing. By the third date, I was sure our souls were old friends. By the fifth, I was without a doubt in love.

We spent the following months adventuring together. We learned from each other, grew together, pushed each other toward our goals, and made each other better humans. He quickly introduced me to his best friends, parents, and sister. I even grew to love all of them because they were all amazing, like-minded people. 

The first time he told me he loved me, I told him I had loved him for a while already. He responded that he thought he knew he loved me from the very first date but waited to tell me because he wanted to be absolutely sure. This made me love him even more.

K and I would lie in bed and talk until we fell asleep. We would wake up in the morning and wrap ourselves up in a blanket on the back porch, stare out at the forest behind his house, and work through a book he owned called "101 Questions to Ask Before You Get Engaged" - not because we were gearing up for that step, but because the questions in that book were nothing compared to the depths our conversations had already taken us to. But we knew that's where we were headed. We talked about what our future would look like together - what it would be like living together, when we got married, when I gave him a child of his own. We referred to ourselves as LPIT, "Life Partners In Training." We were on this journey to becoming fully known. That's all either of us ever wanted our whole lives, and we were really close if not already there.

At this point, K and I were so sure of us that I decided and we agreed that it was time for him to meet my parents and my kids, respectively. My parents thought he was nice, and my kids made fast friends with K. My son would not stop talking about his new friend and asking when we would see him again. They met once more before I had to go out of town, and once again, they hit it off swimmingly. My world felt complete. I had brought the two halves of my heart together, and they fit so perfectly.

I went out of state for a week for an event, and it was hard to catch K with the time difference, but he texted me as much as he could and FaceTimed as well. I noticed after a few days that he stopped saying "I love you" back, but I figured it was just an oversight because he was always so busy and stressed at work. When I got back from my trip, communication was back to normal, and we were so excited to see each other at the end of the week. Friday came, and I jumped into his arms and kissed and hugged him for a good minute. I'd missed him so much. I walked into the kitchen to put some things in the freezer, and instead of leading me to his room like he always did, he asked me to sit with him at the dining table. I thought at first he was going to show me a new game or something, but the table was bare. He explained that he had something very difficult to tell me. He was roommates with his best friend whose girlfriend was moving in in a couple of weeks. K was asked to find his own place within 6 months. He said he'd been doing a lot of thinking because buying a house is a big change for him. But when he pictured his future in a new house, he couldn't picture me in it. He just didn't see a future for us anymore.

That was it. Nothing had happened. It wasn't anything to do with me. He didn't regret one bit of our relationship. He was grateful that I'd taught him so much and helped him grow and made him a better person. He just had a feeling. I couldn't argue; I knew him too well. He'd broken up with his first and only other serious girlfriend for a similar reason. She was a negative person and he just couldn't see a positive future with her anymore. Another girl he'd very briefly dated was fun to hang out with, but he didn't see it going any further. How could I fault him when I always admired that he knew exactly what he wanted and didn't waste time with anything that wouldn't lead him to that very thing? So I shed a tear and said, "Okay, I understand." He said he was so sorry, and I told him I knew he was, and I turned for the door. He pulled me in for a hug, which I just couldn't handle, so I pulled away and slipped out.

[ocean-anchored]

November 13, 23 continued...

I've been hanging out with Shane more, I definitely need to keep my boundaries up with him. He's super genuine and sweet, really does show that he cares and actively keeps an interest which is really nice but sometimes just a little too much for me. We've got a couple plans over the months but I definitely need to keep those boundaries in place. I've hung out with Connor a few times now, we went for a nice bike ride for the first time after my birthday. I connected with him on FB dating like two ish years ago but we never met up or really continued talking and then we went for a bike ride & had a nice chat. He came out with Amber & I for halloween too, which he was a champ about coming out with someone he's never met, me who he met once, going to a random persons house haha, but it was pretty fun and as much as he can be a bit quieter, he's been opening up a lot more. I went over last week to watch a hockey game & hot tub with him and that was a nice evening, we talked a lot about exes and narcissistic issues we've dealt with too, he can definitely be a talker which is nice, he's definitely opening up a lot more. He really seems like a nice guy, again just keeping it casual getting to know each other. Jeremiah has been weird lately. I thought it was because Zack made things uncomfortable which im sure is a big contributing factor, but still idk. We were hanging out a lot and connected a lot over the summer and then when Zack joined the Ranchmans dance night I definitely think he rubbed everyone wrong, then I think I had a games night a few days later which again wasn't great, and then a few weeks later when Amber did my surprise birthday gathering he definitely didn't jive with Zack which again I totally get, I apologized to Jer after but it hasn't been the same. He hasn't asked to hang out like once... & I think Amanda kind of initiated the last movie night that just happened last friday which was good but yah idk, just back to feeling like I'm just his dog watcher friend which sucks. He had asked about christmas holiday and I got back to him and he texted again this morning about this week and it's like ok it would be nice to actually hang out and not just feel like I'm a free dog watcher ya know? Kinda just went back to like the earlier start of our friendship again so idk, I guess we'll see. Daniel - whom was Jer's friend we met at Jers birthday gathering this summer, we've been chatting back & forth for some months and then it was his birthday last month or some weeks ago & Amber & I stopped by which was nice, Troy was there whom i've met once before, would love to meet him again haha... anyways, had some good chats with Daniel and then I ended up going with him to his church the weekend prior which was really good. He's super nice and very extraverted so it's nice to chat with him, though I do feel very young to him, hes 9 years older, just turned 38 so I feel a bit kid-ish but we're going to get together & hang out sometime soon which should be nice, he's a genuine dude and christian which is very nice. Trying to think what else. Relationship with Steven & amanda is still great obviously, though still haven't reconnected with Melissa. It's been like 4 months now which is painful. Drama free but painful. I was really triggered and hurt when she gave me cold response after sending her photos from NYC and just felt super hypocritical. Just that whole situation honest rubs me so wrong and gives me the ick of what happened and how s he handled everything, like makes me just not want to be around her but idk. Her birthday is this week & of course as I'm always the bigger person, I'll say happy birthday even though she didn't to me, again just another jab. Idk it's still a fresh wound.

[munsonsduchess]

Duchess duchess duchess..

Remember the tea I spilled a few months back? Or maybe it was just last month? About my friend who was married who kind of had a crush on a guy but its resolved (?) now but while she did, me and that guy made out?

WELL get ready for MORE drama

She and her husband don't live near me, due to both of our jobs. I am talking over 6 hours one way, we don't see each other a lot but we text all the time. So I am going to go visit for a few days this coming week. She tells me TODAY that she is going to have a "get together" aka a party while I'm there. She went through the list, and he is on there.

Which part of me is a lil nervous about interacting with both of them at the same time cause she can say she is over it but she also has made it very clear she does not think we would be good together (which, I dont think either of us wants a long distance relationship so it would just be casual).

However, she mentioned another guy on this list. I'm gonna call him Jake. Last time she had a party and I was there, Jake got drunk and came onto me. First dude was unable to come to that one. Nothing happened, I mean sure he had his arm around me or a hand on my leg or was staring at me. But nothing happened (at points I told him to stop touching me and he would for a few moments before putting his arm around me again so I just gave up telling him, he was so drunk he wasn't thinking and forgot i told him and I felt bad for him he was being harmless he wasn't touching elsewhere so who cares). At the end of the night he asked me to hookup, and by asked me i mean he had a conversation with himself and then asked if I was down (so really maybe he wasn't asking to hookup but????). I denied him. We went our separate ways.

So NOW im gonna be in a situation with A) the guy i made out with, B) Jake who wanted to make out with me, and C) my friend who may or may not still have feels for the first guy and was pushing Jake towards me (until after he wouldn't leave me alone all night now she's not ok with that). And to add a third spicy angle, she is inviting a guy she wants me to get with. I told her not to but she is anyways, because "you can't hookup with A because you two are too different you'll just hurt each other" (as if we dont have massive chemistry which when she did like him she mentioned she was jealous of).

So wish me luck cause either A) everyone keeps their hands to themselves (boring but probably best scenario). B) me and first guy kiss again (fun for me but potentially makes my friend mad (which again she really has no claim cause she is married and not in an open relationship)) C) Jake tries to come onto me again (not fun, likely if he gets drunk). D) new dude and I have chemistry (mysterious and unlikely but a possibility). E) for some reason, the guys fight (I am not that desirable and the least likely option). F) all of the above occur (most chaotic option)

This is honestly insane. Like all of it. How have you ended up at the centre of a harem anime anon?

I really hope this all works out for you and you at least get to make out with guy a or the new guy. It does seem like your friend has invited New Guy so that you’ll forget about Guy A so she can have him or whatever.

I still don’t know what she’s up to but it seems like she really wants to get with Guy A or to almost get with him to like prove a point or something?

Please come back and update us when you have more!! I’m honestly so invested in this.

[sailxrmxrs]

can someone tell me why the most cursed and yet blessed headcanons and aus come from the discord at 2am. anyway divorce lawyer au has been dwelling in my head rent free. then divorce lawyer xyx and wedding planner mc was born. s/o nei for planting the seed that sparked this. i hope i did your vision justice 🙏 lowkey going through it as i write but hopefully it's half decent lmao enjoy

"So tell me, what do you do for a living?" Xyx asked, taking a sip of the deep red wine in his glass. A nice merlot as per the recommendation of the waiter. Xyx wasn't typically a wine guy, usually opting for a nice whiskey. But in a place as fancy as this, it only felt appropriate to really get into the atmosphere of it all. Besides, how could he complain when he was sitting across the table from such beautiful company? He hadn't been ecstatic about the idea when a coworker suggested setting him up with a friend of theirs but ultimately what was there to lose? He typically didn't date around a lot what with how busy his job was. There was also the additional factor that Xyx was a divorce lawyer. Day in, day out he had to deal with all kinds of relationship issues. From minor separation cases to far more serious ordeals. Xyx's own relationship history combined with the tumultuous nature of his job left him somewhat jaded about dating and romantic relationships. Sure, the idea of it sounded nice, but the reality was oftentimes not quite so sweet.

"Oh, I'm actually a wedding planner! After I graduated I felt kind of burned out with my studies so decided to look for something entirely different. I took an events management class during my undergrad and enjoyed it, so I thought why not figure out how to do that. And now, a few years later, I get to plan people's weddings for a living! How about you? What pays your bills?"

Xyx chuckled in amusement. Oh what a pair they made. "I'm a divorce lawyer. The one who deals with the aftermath of your former clients' bad choices."

There was a beat of stunned silence before Xyx's date burst into laughter. "Are you serious? Have we been transported into some romance novel?"

"Nah, this is too perfect to be written. What with my divorces and your weddings I think we're doomed to fail right from the start, doll." Xyx watched as his date raised a single brow, smirking as they took a sip from their own wine glass.

"We'll just have to wait and see about that then, won't we?"

Oh, yes. Xyx was going to have some fun with this one.

Weeks came and went, the pair still meeting for dates out and nights in. It wasn't anything official, just some casual fun between two work obsessed adults. Despite their star crossed occupations, it became apparent just how natural everything felt so soon. Xyx showing up slightly early to pick up his date to see them not fully ready yet. He happily strolls in and sits on their bed, watching as they frantically run about the apartment trying to find that one pair of shoes that goes ever so nicely with their outfit. He smiles to himself, leaning back on his hands. It feels awfully domestic, like a boyfriend waiting for his partner. Maybe that's what this is. Maybe he does feel something more than just a physical attraction to them. Maybe hearing the way they rant about a difficult client, or listen to him talk about a particularly stressful day was nice. Maybe being the divorce lawyer jaded about love wasn't the kind of man he wanted to be anymore.

A month later and Xyx knows for a fact that he's in love. There's no other word to describe it. His heart pounds and his hands clam up every time he thinks about telling them. It's not that he doesn't want them to know, but rather the last person he told he loved broke his heart and shattered so much of who he was. What if he went through all that again? What if they saw him pouring out his heart and soul and just threw it back in his face? He'd seen couple after couple arguing and fighting over so much in his line of work. Heard so many horror stories and nightmarish accounts of families torn apart at the seams, couples who had once been so sickeningly in love they declared it for the world to see in the gold bands on their fingers. He didn't know if he could face all that again.

But now, he had them. He had their warm smile, their gentle eyes, their soft touch. Those fears would dwindle as soon as he felt a hand cautiously touching his thigh, pulling him out of those spiralling thoughts.

"Hey, talk to me. What's troubling you?"

Xyx stumbled on his words. He sighed, his own hand coming down to hold theirs. "Don't worry about me, doll. Just thinking about things."

"Well I do worry about you. More than you probably realise." They reached their other hand to gently play with the strands of hair at Xyx's temple, admiring the man sat beside them.

"You do?"

"Of course I do. I love you, silly."

Xyx's eyes widened, his entire body going rigid.

"Shit, was that-? No, ignore me. Forget I said anything." Before they could continue to try and stutter out some kind of excuse or change the topic, Xyx leaned in and kissed them. It wasn't anything like their past kisses. This was something far more intimate. It was ever so soft, and ever so quick, but there was some deep rooted emotion dwelling in it that Xyx could only hope they felt it too. His lips left theirs, his face remaining so close they could probably count each individual freckle adorning his skin.

"Now why would I want to forget something like that, doll?"

They stuttered, entirely lost for words. Something about their close proximity, his deep voice, and that godforsaken nickname struck a chord that ignited the flames of a beautiful symphony. Before they could give an answer, or at least attempt to, Xyx's mouth was on theirs again. This time urgent, more desperate, as though Xyx wanted to mould the shape of his lips onto theirs, branding his touch on them for eternity. Their fingers tangled in his hair as his curled around their waist, holding their body close to his.

Breathless and dazed, Xyx pulled back. "In case it wasn't obvious, I love you too."

Months pass and that heavenly sweet honeymoon phase had long passed, and the pair settled into something comfortable. Healthy. They had just moved in together, deciding their hectic schedules had kept them apart long enough. Luckily they each earned a sizable enough wage to afford the double office space in their new apartment. One was decorated with an array of wedding photos from past clients, vases filled with flowers of all colours adorning the desk and shelves. It was light and bright and radiated the hopeful romance that weddings promised. Entirely fitting and aligned with the optimism of a wedding planner. Xyx's, on the other hand, was darker. Instead of pine bookshelves and brightly coloured decorations, his office consisted of a darker oak. Shelves of case files and information lined the walls, stacks of loose sheets were dotted haphazardly about the place. It reflected the harsh realities his job made him come face-to-face with on a regular basis. But, where he might have let that weight him down before, now it didn't quite do that. Sure, marriage might be a step too far out of his comfort zone—at least at this point in his life. He didn't feel quite so pessimistic about love, especially now that he'd fallen so deeply in it. But the thought of having a wedding, going on a honeymoon, being a married man... What if it all just came crashing down? How could he ever pick himself back up again after that? He'd seen far too much mess and chaos and destruction to think that something like that could work for him. At least, right now, anyway.

Sighing as he removed his glasses, Xyx rubbed at the corners of his eyes, feeling the dull ache of having worn the glasses for so long. It had been an exhausting day. Earlier on, he'd been out for a meeting with a particularly difficult client before returning home to finish his work. He couldn't stand to be in the company's stuffy offices any longer after being shouted at by, frankly, one of the worst humans he'd ever interacted with. All he wanted now was to collapse on the sofa with his favourite person lounging in his arms, venting about their days before ordering food and letting the rest of the day wash past them. Standing from the desk, Xyx wondered to himself, Was this really his life now? Just a year ago he'd been so close to writing off relationships entirely. Yet here he was, disgustingly in love with another.

"Hey, I just got done with some paperwork, you want to order some Chinese food? Oh, is everything good? You look a little tired." They stopped short in the doorway, phone in hand as they looked at Xyx, concern and slight worry marring their face.

"Ah, nothing, love. Just work being work."

"That same client from last week?"

"Yeah, it seems she's taken it upon herself to get on every last nerve in my body. I trust your day was better?"

"Much. More couples with stars in their eyes and no end to the money they'll spend on their perfect day."

"Can't we trade jobs for a day? Let me have the happy ones in their wedding bliss while you deal with the angry ones determined to shout about the most ridiculous things?" Xyx strode over to them, his hands sliding around their waist as he pressed a kiss to their forehead. "Just a thought, you know."

"Hm," they pondered. "No. Anyway, being a wedding planner isn't all sunshine and rainbows. You've not dealt with the helicopter parents or obstinate brides, grooms, and other weddinggoers of the world dead set on making my life as difficult as they can."

Another kiss pressed to their forehead. "I can handle it. Plus I'd love to see you go up against some of my clients. You look cute when you get mad."

"I hate you."

"I love you too, doll."

[metalbuckaroo]

💋Unspoken Rule #4💋

🍒 SUMMARY// At 3am, every Sunday, Bucky locks his bedroom door to watch his favorite camgirl. What's to happen when he finds out he's much closer to her than leaving generous tips on her videos?

💋 WARNINGS// smut, light fingering, unprotected sex, some sub!bucky, cursing, a smidgen of angst

🍒 AU// roommate!bucky x camgirl!reader

💋 NOTE// As always, requests and asks are open, feedback is appreciated 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

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Moodboard by// @commonintrest

Over the next two weeks, two more videos were filmed. Both without kissing and not going any further than getting each other off without having sex, but also still as mind blowing as the first.

Bucky wanted to experience that high he couldn't reach himself. That no one else had gotten him to.

He didn't tell Steve or Sam about anything that had been happening, he knew there would be teasing and it would also blow the 'Soldat and Cherry' cover, so it became another unspoken rule.

He stopped trying to muffle the sounds he made as he watched the videos and ditched the headphones; making it obvious to you that he was still subscribed to watch videos that he could easily ask you to send him.

But, the sounds you could hear through his bedroom door were nothing compare to the ones muffled by the plastic mask when it came time to film another video.

A long talk about boundaries and keeping things casual, is what lead to the filming of the fourth video. Making sure both of you promised it would stay purely in videos. Nothing more.

Even as you laid against the throw blanket that covered your bed, completely bare besides the mask and wig as he tugged the glove on his right hand off. Bucky kept mentally repeating the promise.

Goosebumps prickled your skin when the cold leather and warm skin of his hands glided up the insides of your thighs, his cock twitching and eyes staying locked in on the glisten of your slit. His thumb ghosting over your clit to elicit a soft moan. "Don't tease." You exhaled, shifting around slightly under his piercing gaze.

Humming in response, Bucky ran two fingers through your folds. Coating the pads of his fingers with your slick before circling your sensitive bud.

The skillful work of his long, thick fingers had you convinced that your own would never be the same. The way they curled and stroked against your walls in the best way as your hands clutched the opening of his leather jacket. Quick to have your back arching from the mattress.

"Is my face in the shot?" Bucky said lowly when he leaned down so his face was inches from yours. Your eyes looking to the small screen on the side of the camera to see his hair shielded his face. "No."

"Good, wanna kiss you." His gloved hand reached to pull the mask down, the steady thrust of his fingers on his right not faltering. "Ok, just don't stop." You nodded, catching his plump lips in yours.

The taste of his tongue just as you had imagined it to be when it slipped between your lips to press into yours. Both minty and sweet.

Bucky swallowed every sweet sound he pulled from you, making sure not to break away from the breathless kiss until you had rode your orgasm. Your teeth nipping at his bottom lip as your hands pressed against his chest. "Mask on and lay back." You mumbled against his lips as he removed his fingers.

Bucky's mind was racing just like it was the first time as you moved over him, his hands holding your waist and heart thumping away against his ribcage.

He always thought that all sex would feel the same, but this was different. He had a certain proud feeling when you whimpered softly once he was fully sheathed into the tight warmth of your cunt, the instant flutter of your walls making him groan softly.

You had never had such a full feeling, his tip brushing your cervix as you swiveled your hips. Laying your hands flat against his taut chest to keep steady and letting your head lull forward.

Starting slow and working up to a faster pace when you had adjusted as his hands slipped down to hold your hips.

It was hard to keep focus, the feeling of every ridged inch sliding against your walls sending sparks of pleasure through you starting to engulf you. Trying to pinpoint the pitch of Bucky's moans and pants to know when to slow down.

His fingers curled into the flesh of your ass, hips rolling gently under you as the swirling in the pit of his stomach started. Only to fade away when your hips slowed into a grind, his eyes snapping open to meet your hooded ones as you gave him a wicked smile.

Bucky lifted a hand to hold the back of your neck, pulling you down to whisper in your ear. "You're edging me?" He mumbled, biting back a groan when you wiggled against him. "Be a good boy, Soldat."

He couldn't deny the warmth that washed over him from the two words he told himself wouldn't have an effect on him, muttering a few curses in Russian as he moved his hand back to your hip.

The tensing of the muscles in his thighs quickly started again, his release being held off until he was desperate.

His head lifted from the pillow, brows scrunching up as he tried to guide you faster, your movement nearly stopping when he did. "Please, dear God, cherry." Bucky whined as his head fell back against the pillows, chest and neck flushed and sweat slicked. His mask not helping the hot huffs of breath that fanned right back into his face.

You knew he could easily overpower you if he wanted to, and that's what made it even better. Watching as he tensed and wiggled under you in attempts to get the release he wanted- but he knew it would be worth it in the end. Being able to push as deep as he could go and fill you with his spend until you leaked around his base, would definitely be worth it.

Your throbbing clit ached for some kind of attention, but you weren't done with your fun of watching Bucky crack under you. The sturdy man muttering to himself to let him cum as his warm hand groped at your chest, gloved left caressing your waist and backside.

Needy whines promising he'd be good, telling you how amazing you felt stretching around him. Until his pleas and praises were enough to snap the coil.

Your fingers digging crescent moon shapes into the smooth skin of his chest as your orgasm took over completely. Mind fogging over for a brief moment.

"Oh, god- B-" your bit down harshly on your bottom lip to stop his name from rolling off of your tongue, falling forward against his hot chest as the aftershocks took over and you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Giving him the opportunity to chase his own high.

Bending his knees to plant his feet flat against the mattress, Bucky's hands went under your ass, letting out a shaky breath as he chased his own high with rigorous thrusts that made you keen against his flush skin.

"Shit- oh, fuck- so good, cherry." He grunted, gripping your backside as his hips pistoned up into yours, quickly reaching his high. A guttural moan vibrating through his chest when he filled you with hot spurts of his release.

His hands stayed on you until you were out of his reach to turn off the camera, looking over his blissed out form one last time as he felt for the edge of the plastic face covering.

"Holy fuck..." He panted, almost ripping the mask from his face. "Good?" You giggled, slipping on one of his shirts that was on your dresser as he sat up. "Great, best ever." Bucky chuckled, eyes wandering down to where the tops of your inner thighs glistened from his spend leaking onto them before the hem of the shirt blocked the view.

"Beat you to the shower." You grinned, squinting your eyes at him as you backed towards the door. "That's not f- wait!" He called when you slipped out of the room, standing to follow after you.

"I wasn't paying attention, that wasn't fair." Bucky pointed a finger at you with a frown that made you laugh lightly. "Better luck next time."

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The next morning went as normal, Bucky left for work after breakfast, you took a trip to the grocery store. Only this time, you came back with something to talk to Bucky about.

He gave you a bright smile when he walked in the door, long legs carrying him over to where you were on the couch before he swiped the remote from your lap.

"Buck, I need to talk to you." You sighed, turning in your seat to face him. "'Bout what, cherry?" He said, shifting to be more comfortable as his knees parted more. "I, uh, I have a date next week so... I'm gonna do the next video solo." You nodded.

Bucky felt a pang in his heart, he promised everything was purely for videos, but he couldn't help the sliver of jealously that tainted his veins. "Does that mean- we're not gonna film together anymore?" He asked quietly, muting the TV so you had his full attention.

You sucked in a sharp breath and shrugged your shoulders. A part of you wanted to say no to the man at the store who asked you on a date, but he was nice and handsome.

"I don't know. This guy seems nice and all but, it was more of a- I don't want to decline your invitation because you're sweet, so one date won't hurt." You said, looking at where you hands were tugging a string on the couch cushion. "And you don't want to feel guilty about having sex with someone else days before the date. I understand." Bucky nodded his head, giving you a sweet smile.

"Thanks, Bucky." You mumbled, patting his leg before scooting closer. "Who is it?" He said, narrowing his eyes at you and hoping it didn't seem like a 'who's replacing me' type of question. "Cashier at the supermarket."

"He is pretty nice. Gives me extra coupons when I go." Bucky said, scrunching his nose up. "You're not mad, are you?"

He quickly shook his head and gave another smile as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "Of course not, all for the videos, remember?"

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you leaned further into his side. "Yeah... for the videos."

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