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pastelavender88 · 2 years

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Glimmer In The Eye Of The Curious- Chapter 2

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Summary:Eddie finds himself drawn to his personal assistant, a seductress of a woman. Eddie and Y/n are sent on a business trip by his boss, Bobby, What happens while they're down there?

I thought getting a promotion was exciting and fun. Until I saw the workload that came along with it. Jonah was seriously behind in his work, drugs and prostitutes will do that, and that meant that I had to get caught up on all of it. I probably would have lost my mind if it wasn’t for Y/n. She was a godsend. She made sure I had coffee, ate breakfast, ate lunch, and all my meetings were in order. She was perfect. I found myself drawn to her. I would make any excuse to have her near me whether it was to show me how to use a program (even though I’ve used it a thousand times), find a file for me, organize paperwork, whatever it was she was there. Her perfume clouded my mind, her eyes were in my dreams, her smile was all I could think about. I was in deep shit, and it just kept getting worse. Y/n walked into my office. “Hey, Eddie. Mr. Nash requested to see you in his office in five minutes.”

“Thanks, Y/n.”

“My pleasure.” As she walked away I couldn’t help but look at the way her hips swing as she walked.

“God damn. Somebody call the police because this woman has just stolen my heart.” Evan exclaimed from my office door.

“Mr. Buckley, how many times have I told you, you can’t just show up in his office? He’s really busy due to the new transition.”

“Y/n, it’s fine. I asked him to come here.” I piped up as I was broken from my trance.

“Yeah. I was summoned.”

“Oh well, my apologies.” She said to Evan. “Remember Mr.Nash’s office. four minutes.” She said as she pointed to her watch.

“Of course.” She walked out and shut the door.

“Jesus man. If you gave me five minutes alone with her…”

“Buck, please.”

“What? I’m just saying. Anyways, what did you call me here for?”

“It’s about…” I said as I nodded towards the desk in which Y/n sat.

“What? The hot piece of ass, what about her?”

“Buck, I don’t know.” I huffed and leaned back in my chair. “You know what, forget it.”

“No. Is Mr.Diaz thinking about taking a bite out of his secretary.” Evan asked.

“What, no!” Evan gave me a knowing look. “Okay maybe.”

“Yes! I knew it! Not even you can resist an ass like that.” He said a little too loud for my liking.

“Will you shut up?” I begged. I looked over to where Y/n was again, she looked up from her paperwork, like she felt my eyes land on her, and waved. I sent her a charming smile back. “Might I remind you we’re in our place of work and not a frat.”

“Oh come on Eddie. Listen I love Shannon, god knows I do…”

“You hate Shannon. On my wedding day, you literally tried to make me leave the chapel.”

“Okay that’s besides the point, you got married young, dude. What were you 21?”

“23.”

“Exactly man. You never got to explore the dating world or hookup culture.”

“Oh no I had my share of hookups. That’s what caused me to meet Shannon.”

“Yeah, and you knocked her up. Then you became trapped. I know you love Shannon or at least did, but dude, you have an opportunity of a lifetime. You got a sexy assistant that is just begging to be dicked down.”

“One, she’s not begging. Two, you’re supposed to talk me out of cheating on my wife. You’re here as a voice of reason.”

“I am? Did you mean to call Chimney because I can get him instead.”

“Whatever, it's fine. I’m not going to listen to you anyways. I love my life and I value being able to live with my son.”

“Did you notice how you said you loved your son and the life you built but not your actual wife?” Buck started to ramble on and on and I just let him.

Just then Y/n walked in. “Sir, you going to be late for your meeting with Mr. Nash.”

“Oh shit. I looked at the clock and saw how much time passed. “Thanks Y/n. Buck, I got to go.”

“Okay, I’ll be here when you get back. I’ll keep your lovely assistant company.”

“You surely will not. Mr. Diaz has some things to attend to when he gets back. Also, I have work, which you have too.” She followed behind me out of the office door. “Good luck.” She said as she patted my back for comfort. If it was anyone else, it would have been a kind gesture but a brush of her hands had me feeling like electricity was running through me.

“Thanks.” I said as I headed to Bobby’s office. I knocked on his door and heard him shout ‘come in’. “Hello Mr. Nash. You wanted to see me?”

“Ahh Diaz. Please come in. Shut the door behind yourself.” I came and sat down at the chairs in front of his desk. “As you can tell by now Jonah was seriously slaking on his work. It’s a miracle he lasted as long as he did. Well, anyways, a client that lives in New York has been trying to reach out to him for the last several months. They want to go over their contract and negotiate a few things. They want to meet immediately or they threaten to go elsewhere. I informed them that Jonah was let go and you have taken over for him. They still want to meet immediately.”

“Oh that’s fine. I’m sure Y/n can work it in my schedule. When should I expect them?”

“You shouldn’t. You and Y/n are going to New York tomorrow.”

“What? Now? We’ve just settled in and I still have a mountain of paperwork…”

“Which I’m sure Y/n has helped along the way.”

“She has, but…”

“Which is why she will be going with you. To help with the workload and other things. Notify her and your family. My assistant will send the information as soon as she can. This isn’t up for discussion.”

“Yes sir.” I stood up from my chair.

“I’m not finished.” I sat back down. “How are things going with Y/n?”

“They’re great. She’s been an amazing help.”

“Okay. That’s all.” I got up and left the office. I made my way back over to my office, in which Y/n was sitting looking over paperwork.

“So how did it go?”

“It was eventful. He told me that we have to leave for a business trip to New York right away. We leave tomorrow. I guess he’ll send you the details since you handle transportation and travel and all that stuff.”

“Wow. Okay, I have to find a dog sitter and get the rentals and things together. Would you like to meet at the airport or would you want to meet in a company car at your house?”

“Meeting at the airport is fine.”

“I’ll send a town car to get you and I’ll see you there.” Just then, what I presume to be her work phone, pinged. “These are the details now. I’ll likely send a car at 5, our flight departs at 6:30.”

“Isn’t leaving at 5 cutting it a little close?”

“You live 10 minutes away from the airport and I’ll be there before you. I’m sure we’ll be fine.”

“Sorry, I guess it’s just the dad in me.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s cute.” She said, flashing me a smile again. She turned to leave when I called her name.

“Y/n.” She turned towards me. “Thanks for all the help. I know it’s your job and all but it still means a lot.”

“Please, it’s nothing. It’s not working if you enjoy what you do right?”

“Right.” She smiled again and then she was off.

After finishing my workload for the day (or at least what Y/n would allow me to finish) I headed home. It was maybe 9:30. When I walked through the door both Shannon and Christopher were shocked. “You’re home reasonably early.”

“Yeah, my assistant makes sure I leave at a reasonable time. She claims work can wait another day. If only she knew about the case of carpal tunnel I was developing.”

“She?” Shannon questioned.

“Yeah she.” I said, trying to brush it off. I never got around to telling Shannon they hired a woman.

“Well, remind me to send her a nice gift. Finally you’re home on time.” She gave me a kiss on the check. “So how was work?”

“Interesting. Bobby just told me I have to leave for a meeting tomorrow. We’re going to New York.”

“We?”

“My assistant and I.”

“Why does she need to go?”

“Because she’s my personal assistant. It’s in the job description.”

“How long will you be gone?” Christopher asked from across the table.

“I don’t know. I didn’t get all the details. She just told me to be ready by 5.”

“Well take lots of pictures.”

“I’m gonna be down there for work so I doubt I’ll have time for sightseeing.”

“Just if you can.” We moved on from work and my business trip and began to talk about other things.

Finally the next morning came around. Like clockwork, the town car was there by 5 and when I arrived at the airport at 5:15, there was heavy traffic, Y/n was waiting for me with two coffee cups in hand. “Oh you didn’t have to do that.”

“It seems I never do.” she remarked. We made our way through the airport and through security. We didn’t talk much until we were seated on the plane. Y/n must have noticed me fidgeting in my seat. “Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yeah. Just a nervous flier.”

“Do you want a xanax or a percocet?” Did she just ask me if I wanted drugs? As I struggled with what to say, she started to chuckle. “Eddie, I’m joking. I left those in my other bag.” I laughed along with her this time. “My mom was a nervous flier, my dad would always tell her that more people died per year in cars than planes.”

“Oh yeah. Did that help her?”

“They’re divorced now and my mom never leaves our hometown anymore, so I’ll say no.” she said, flashing me a smile.

“My wife said the same thing when we went to Mexico to see my family. Though, I didn’t think that warranted a divorce at the time.”

“My mom would disagree.” She gently grabbed my hand. “What always helped her though was someone holding her hand. I’m here if you need anything.”

“Thanks.” I squeezed her hand playfully. “This is a five hour flight though, are you sure you won’t need your hands?”

“Oh I’m going to sleep during this flight. I would suggest you do the same.” She leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. I couldn’t help but stare as I saw her face falter. She was beautiful. “I can feel you staring.”

“Sorry, it’s the nerves.” She laughed.

“Sure.” She fell asleep shortly after.

After the 5 hour flight from LA to NY, it was finally time to enter the city. Like she was psychic, Y/n woke up 10 minutes before we landed. Even while being fatigued Y/n always looked flawless. We were in endless meetings all day and the douches that we came to see were either gawking at Y/n or wasting time. Y/n however was making the most of it by sending me funny texts and tearing these guys to shreds. It took everything in me not to laugh in their faces right then and there. After finally being released from the hell we called work, we went back to our hotel rooms. We were on the same floor with adjacent doors. Right when I opened my door I heard Y/n exclaim. “What’s wrong?”

“My stupid key card isn’t working.”

“Here let me try.” She handed the key card to me and after a few tries, I was able to open the door.

“My hero.” She flashed me that signature smile again.

“Maybe it’s one of those men-only doors.” She laughed loudly at that. I turned to enter my room but she stopped me again.

“Hey, I have a few friends from college that live down here. Since we’re not doing anything for the rest of the day, I was wondering if you wanted to come out with us tonight? We’re going to this bar.”

“I would love to but I’m gonna catch up on some work.”

“Would you like me to stay and help?”

“Oh no I got this. Enjoy yourself.”

“Alright. Have a good night, Eddie.”

“You too.”

Later on that day, around 1 am, I was still reviewing paperwork when my hotel phone rang. “Hello?” I answered.

“Hey, honey. It’s me.”

“Oh Shannon. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to call and check up on you. How’s the trip?’

“How did you get my hotel room phone number?”

“Your assistant sent it to me. I got a text, stating that you guys had just landed and she was sending me the hotel phone number, just in case of an emergency. Which you should have done.” She complained.

“Well honey, is there an emergency?”

“No but I wanted to speak to you. Is that a crime?”

I sighed. “Of course not. Sorry honey. I’m just tired.”

“It’s okay. I understand.”

“How’s Chris?”

“He’s okay. We just got done watching a movie so he went to bed not too long ago. How’s the trip so far?”

“It’s boring. I wish I was back home in my own bed.”

“Me too. Did you get to see anything interesting?”

“No, but my assistant is. She’s out on the town.”

“You didn’t go with her?”

“Naw. Who wants to be out with some 20 somethings, when I could be looking over paperwork.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being sarcastic or if you’re just plain boring, but the answer to that is everyone.”

I chuckled at her response. “Yeah. That’s true.” Just then I heard a knock on my door. “Uhm, I got to go honey. I’ll talk to you later.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just got to go. I’ll see you later.”

“Okay, love you.”

“You too.” I quickly hung up the phone. I walked to the door and looked through the peephole and saw Y/n standing outside soaked. I opened the door and quickly began to speak. “Hey. Is everything okay?”

“Uhm.. yes and no. I’m locked out of my room. I don’t know what I did with the keycard and I got caught in the rain coming back from the bar. It was close enough to just walk back from the bar and then the rain came…”

“You walked here at night? In New York? Are you crazy? You could have got mugged or worse, killed.”

“I know, I just had to get the hell out of that bar. It was a bad idea going out with them. We stopped being friends after college for a reason.” She sighed in frustration and ran a hand over her face. “Anyways, is it okay if I stay here? No one’s at the front desk and I’m freezing.”

“Of course, come in.” She quickly walked past me.

“Can I borrow a change of clothes? If you have any of course.”

“Oh yeah here.” I went to my suitcase and grabbed an old T-shirt and some shorts. She took the clothes from me and started to undress. She was wearing a red bra and I noticed a tattoo under her ribcage. I quickly turned around to give her privacy. I heard a sound so I turned around and noticed her sitting on the bed.

“Thanks Eddie. Is it okay if I watch a movie?”

“Of course. Help yourself.” I gestured to the remote which was sitting on the bed. She must have thought I meant the bed itself because she climbed into the bed fully and got under the covers. She grabbed the remote and started flicking through the menu. “I’m gonna call the front desk to see if someone can come open the door for you.”

“I already tried the front but no one was out there. It’s pretty late but help yourself.” I dialed the front desk and sure enough there was no answer. I left a voicemail and sat on the couch in the room. “Are you not going to bed?”

“Oh no. It’s fine. I’m not tired.”

“That’s a lie because I know for a fact you’ve been working all day and you didn’t sleep on the plane. You must be exhausted.”

“Okay maybe just a bit jet-lagged but I’ll be fine.”

“No, I'll take the couch. Don’t make me ruin your sleep.”

“It’s fine. I insist.”

“I insist too, so it seems we have a dilemma.”

“It seems we do.”

“How about this, we both sit in the bed and watch a movie, then when you start to feel tired you can kick me out of the bed.”

“Won’t happen but fine.” It was a bad idea given my attraction towards her but I threw caution to the wind. We had settled on a romantic comedy. At the start of the movie there was a large gap between the two of us but as the movie continued we moved closer and closer until our shoulders were touching. During the movie it reached that point where the plot went stale and I looked over at Y/n. Surprisingly she was looking back at me. “What?” I asked. She closed the gap between the two of us and our lips connected. The kiss was chaste and sweet. When we parted, she looked at me, reading my expression. Then, she kissed me again. This time with so much lust and passion. Her lips were soft and tasted like whatever coconut lip gloss she had on. Our bodies pressed together heatedly as my hand traveled to wrap around her waist. We were breathing heavily as our lips pressed together. She straddled me and started to claw at my clothes. I came to my senses before things went too far. “Wait stop.”

“What’s wrong?” She said panting from our wild kiss.

“This is wrong. I’m married and I have a family that I love.”

“It’s okay. No one has to know.” She started to lean in for another kiss when the phone rang. “Are you going to get that?” She asked in a voice that seemed to almost imply the question as a dare. I quickly grabbed the phone and Y/n got off of me. It was someone from the front desk. They apologized for the inconvenience and said they were on their way to open the door. I told all of this to Y/n and she seemed annoyed.

“I’ll wait for them in the hall. Good night Eddie.” She quickly left and I sat there thinking. What had I just done? If the phone didn’t ring what would have happened?”

Chapter 2! Things are heating up. Do you think Y/n will take rejection or will Eddie regret his decision?

#eddie diaz x reader #eddie and christopher #eddie diaz x shannon #Eddie Diaz #911 fanfic #911 fic #911 on fox #911 fox #911

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percontaion-points · 6 months

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EatCoD chapter 2

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Chapter 2

I’d meant what I said to Aaron; I genuinely felt that he would make a better Alpha. Honestly, I didn’t know why I couldn’t just choose Aaron as my mate and then we could lead the pack together.

YES!! THANK YOU!!

“Aaron.” His tone was dark, mean and ugly. Just like him. “Let’s go.”

His behavior gave me the answer that I so desperately needed and yet I couldn’t feel relieved. All I could feel was anger for the wrath that Aaron was sure to endure tonight.

Aaron shot forward, trying to steer his dad away from me and towards the front door, but he didn’t move fast enough for his dad.

“I said move it.” His hand flew out and landed across Aaron’s face with a loud slap. Aaron’s head snapped back and he fell backwards.

I love how the council decided not to elect Aaron as the new alpha, so Garrett/Scarface takes his anger out by… beating his son around. Makes perfect sense to me! SAID NOBODY, EVER.

“For centuries [the moon goddess, Luna] watched over the wolves from the night sky as they roamed the earth and she fell in love with Roark, the King of the Wolves. He was strong and smart and brave. But he had never taken a mate. So one day, the Goddess Luna disguised herself as a wolf and approached his pack. As soon as Roark saw her, he instantly fell in love.”

I leaned back, taking in the night sky. “And then what happened?”

“Why they married of course, the way mates do and she was his for life. They had several pups together and lived a fulfilling life.”

[...]

“Once he put it on, he transformed into a God, the same form as Luna. And then, they were able to be together for eternity.” He looked to the sky. “And that is where we descend from: half-humans, half-wolf, almost as if we were Gods ourselves, with this kind of magical power. And we secretly live among humans, never showing them our true form.”

You mean to tell me that in this universe, their creation myth is literally “A human really wanted to fuck a wolf”? And literally nobody bats an eye over this?

I fell to the floor again, my sobs wrenching my body. I had nothing left.

Chapter 2 summary: Liz goes outside, where she and Aaron are quick to come together. After the first orgasm, Liz expresses a lot of doubts… Mainly put there by Scarface. Aaron tells her that she’s good enough, and starts trying to move forward to actually have sex with her. But this is interrupted by Scarface calling and cussing his son out, so Aaron is quick to leave after that.

The next morning, Jane wakes her daughter up and gives her a family heirloom blue diamond necklace. She warns her daughter to show it to nobody except her mate. And if somebody else does see it, to downplay what it is and say something like “Oh, I got it at the flea market!” She’s about to say something else when another werewolf comes in to help Liz get ready for her party.

The party is largely glossed over. As the sun goes down, the werewolf council meets to discuss letting Liz stay on for another year as alpha unless she can’t get her powers. Liz hides out in the pantry, unable to deal with everything. Aaron finds her in there, and gives her a werewolf pendant necklace.

His father comes out, and literally smacks Aaron around. Liz obviously doesn’t like seeing her boyfriend in a situation like that, so she uses her alpha powers for the first time to command Scarface to stop. She tells him that if he ever does anything like that again, she’ll remove him from power and put Aaron in charge of the family. The two of them are quick to leave after she makes him apologise to his son.

After everybody has left for the night, Liz and her dad sit outside, and he tells her the creation myth. In short, Luna the moon goddess wanted to fuck a wolf, so they had a bunch of puppies. As the wolf neared the end of his life, she revealed her true self to him, and turned him into a god in his own right. Werewolves are descended from this union of woman and wolf.

Right as the story is ending, Scarface shows up. Unnamed father is scared for his wife and daughter, and tells them to get into the safe room. It’s only after Liz is locked in does she realise that her mom was already killed. She’s forced to watch on the security cameras as Scarface and his friends jump her father and literally rip him to shreds. She curls up and wishes that the door would open so that they can kill her too; she has nothing left.

#elizabeth and the clan of dragons #bookblr #readers of tumblr #book review #omegaverse #romance novels #reverse harem #supernatural romance #werewolves #Fated Alpha series

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slightlymore · 3 years

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uh oh!

doyoung x fem reader

genre: romcom, smut and angst elements, nerd in the streets & freak in the sheets!doyoung, college au, enemies to fake dating to enemies to fuckbuddies to enemies to strangers to lovers?? anyway

warnings: +18, drinking, smoking, mention of weed and edibles, both doyoung and reader are mean to each other and they get horny because of it lmao, also they’re very annoying especially the reader, mention of a tongue piercing, explicit sexual content [nipple play, fingering, hickeys on doyoung]

other characters: johnny as reader’s friend, mark as reader’s brother, oc named ‘the girl’ lol

words: 12.4k

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You realized that Doyoung was the perfect example of a carefully written fact-checked essay in the streets, and an unmoderated comments section in the sheets too late for your own good.

Or a raisin cookie before realizing it's chocolate chip and then realizing, in the end, it was also an edible.

You felt like a fool. He played you and you danced on his palm. Now, your palm was tickled by his naughty fingertip and you smiled thinking it wasn't that bad after all.

It all started months ago: a boring Thursday morning of macroeconomics. The professor was funny and kinda hot, you couldn’t lie to yourself, but not even his forearms could help you concentrate that day.

So your sleepy eyes naturally drifted away from the graphs dancing on the whiteboard and you ended up staring at the front row where a dude kept sliding his glasses up his nose as he took notes on his computer. His checkered shirt’s buttons were probably strangling him every time he gulped and you desperately wanted to reach ahead and ruffle his carefully combed hair. To your side, some girls giggled and you sighed, content that at least others were having fun that day.

But when you eyed the little paper the middle girl was scribbling on, your posture became suddenly the best in the classroom thanks to the natural nosiness you were gifted with.

“Hey,” the girl whispered, the pen in her hand poking the dude in the front row.

He turned around slowly as if not sure he was the one she was calling.

“Hi,” she smiled and you saw the moment his soul literally left his body. You instinctively looked up as if trying to see if it flew over his head but then he blinked fast a few times and replied with the tiniest “hi”.

Okay, so he was not dead.

“Take this,” the girl added and sat back while her friends giggled uncontrollably.

The boy stared at the little piece of paper in his hand for a moment as if it were a reptile and the literal hand of a god at the same time. Then his eyes shot up to stare at the group of girls before eyeing you staring at him as well. You blinked back at him and noticed he was pretty cute.

Then in a single heartbeat, he turned around quickly and after a deep sigh, he resumed typing on his computer.

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<Hello.>

You were folded over yourself trying to reach your toenails and paint them when your phone buzzed on your bed. With the corner of your eyes, you saw the message on the screen and furrowed your eyebrows.

Then you shrugged, wanting to deal with it later, but it buzzed again.

You sighed and grabbed it. <Who’s Doyoung?> You typed back. The writing bubble appeared and disappeared a few times for a hot minute.

It took you a few long seconds to understand what that meant. Your mouth got dry and you stared into nothingness until your screen got black again. The sound of your brain working at the highest speed ever could be heard on the other side of the planet.

Doyoung?

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Doyoung,” you said out loud, tasting it on your tongue while your brother, passing through the corridor at that moment, stopped for a moment at the sound of your voice.

“My name is Mark.” He stared into the room and you stared back for a while.

“Shut up. Close the door.”

He gulped his chips and reached for the handle slowly, opening the door even more with a quick swing before running away with a giggle.

“I think you need me to beat your a-” you tried to resort but your phone buzzed again.

<What are you up to?> Doyoung asked.

You laughed out loud, getting all of your shit back.

Oh my God. What a fool.

You sighed, fingers dancing in the air above the keyboard about to type that he got the wrong number. Then you sighed again. That was so fucking sad. A bunch of girls wanted to prank the class nerd and you had to be a victim of all of that as well.

Then you shot up on the bed.

Why did the girl give him your phone number though? Did they want to prank you too?

Nah, someone wanted to get fucked up.

<I want to meet> you sent.

The writing bubble appeared and disappeared a few times before you could actually get an answer.

<When?> he simply asked.

Wow. Okay. He’s got good nerves.

<Now.>

<It’s 10 pm.>

You imagined Doyoung never stayed up late unless he had to finish homework.

<To do what?> he asked.

To do what? Oh my God, Doyoung. You clicked your fingers as if he could actually see you. To fuck, obviously.

<You’ll discover when you come over.>

<Yes, sending you the position. Fast.>

<OK.>

You smiled.

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You were sitting on your front porch when a bike moved in your peripheral vision. Your gaze shot up and Doyoung’s eyebrows furrowed behind his glasses. It was obvious he wasn’t expecting to see you at all. You imagined him psyching himself up in the mirror, the thought of meeting that cute girl in the middle of the night probably making him all hot, and then he had to see you instead. What a joke. You felt almost sorry.

“Hi,” you stood up.

He stopped the bike and parked it on the side.

“What’s going on?” he looked around for a moment as if sensing a prank.

Your eyes moved on their own to stare at the way he was dressed. You somehow expected to see him pull up in a dress shirt and khaki pants. Instead, he was wearing the softest hoodie ever and grey sweatpants. Paired with his unstyled hair - he almost looked like another person completely.

“I’ll be straightforward with you. You got the wrong number.”

He blinked a few times. Then he inhaled and slowly exhaled as if trying to keep calm. “And you made me come here for what then?”

Oh, he was getting mad. Fun.

“To discuss the next step.”

“The next step to what?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” you sat down again and patted your side, inviting him over.

“You don’t speak clearly.”

It was your turn to inhale and exhale slowly.

“Sit down,” you lowered your voice as well.

He stopped in front of the stairs, arms crossed on his chest and with zero intention to get near you. Not even the class nerd wanted to have anything to do with you. Great.

“If you’re upset, I’m in the same situation,” you added.

He listened.

“She gave you my number. She wanted to prank both of us.”

“That’s vile of her, but what do you want from me now?”

“That’s vile of her? Oh my God, how do you speak?” You stood again and he looked up as you were hovering over him now. “I’m Y/N,” you extended your hand for him to shake, “and I have an offer for you.”

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Doyoung stared you down as you munched on your burger. When he agreed to listen to you he did not expect to be on your bedroom’s floor having McDonald’s at almost midnight.

“So, I was thinking that the best way to make her fall in love with you-” you started but he sighed. “What?” you asked, unable to continue.

“You want to make her fall in love with me so I can dump her afterwards and make her suffer," he repeated the plan you illustrated.

You nodded.

“That’s-” he started.

“A brilliant fucking idea, yeah.”

“-wrong.”

You leaned back, resting on the side of your bed, arms crossed on your chest.

“You’re so fucking boring. I thought you agreed to this.”

“I said that I am thinking about it. And I say no. Not to all of it at least.”

“Why not?” you scoffed loudly.

“I told you. It’s wrong. What she did is not even that bad. We can just glide over it and-”

“Oh my God, so you like her,” you spurred out, eyes wide and one accusatory finger in his direction.

“What? No-”

“You have a crush on her," you nodded." I mean, it's normal. She's a very pretty girl. And I saw the way you reacted when she gave you that note. I should have known."

“I don’t even-”

“You’re in love with her.”

He sighed annoyed. “She doesn’t deserve this.”

“Oh, and I deserve this?”

Doyoung’s eyes fired up.

“Yeah, the worst thing in the world is getting the class’ loser phone number and being paired up with him. That must be so embarrassing for you.”

Whatever you wanted to say afterwards, stopped in your throat.

“Doyoung, wait, no-”

“If you need revenge for that, go ahead. Don’t drag me into this.”

“This is not what I meant. I’m doing this for you too. Are you really going to let that girl step on you?”

He shifted in his place uncomfortably and leaned back on his elbows.

“And where do you come from?” a sudden male voice asked and you groaned seeing Mark peeking through the crack of the door.

“Mark? Knocking.”

“It was open.”

“And whose fault is that? Not mine."

Mark ignored you and walked in, eyeing the goods on the floor.

“Can I have some fries?”

“No.”

“You can have mine,” Doyoung offered and Mark giggled, quick to take the paper bag from his hands.

“You’re great, thanks.”

“Your sister paid," Doyoung shrugged.

“Damn,” Mark looked at you impressed.

You inhaled and exhaled deeply to concentrate.

“Okay, so hear me out. New plan. We only make her jealous then.”

“Why would she be jealous of me?” Doyoung asked.

“Making jealous who?” Mark asked as well with his mouth full.

“The first step,” you slid a whiteboard from under your bed.

“And where does that come from?” they mumbled.

“You get hot as fuck. Step two,” you wrote a two. “She develops a crush. Step three. You date me.” You finished writing the list and went ahead to underline ‘me’ a few times.

“I date you?” Doyoung sounded unsure.

You shrugged suddenly a bit flustered. “Yeah. To make her jealous. Like in the movies.” You grabbed a fry to keep you occupied.

Mark laughed. "Sounds legit."

“I’m not sure but okay I guess." Doyoung was very unimpressed.

Mark nodded as well as the silence fell on all of you.

"Do you know what you should get?" you asked after a while, contemplating deeply and staring at his face.

Doyoung lifted his gaze from the food to stare back at you. "What?"

You finished eating your fries. "A tongue piercing."

Doyoung kept quiet for a moment.

"A tongue piercing," he repeated slowly.

You nodded. "A tongue piercing."

“A tongue piercing!” Mark laughed, clapping his hands once.

"A tongue-- piercing,” Doyoung reiterated.

"Yeah! Imagine going down on a girl with that!"

"How can I imagine how it feels when it's not me getting my pussy eaten?" Doyoung wondered.

Mark snorted.

You felt your face hot. "Hm. Imagine if I had a tongue piercing and went down on you then."

Doyoung's pupils trembled and he looked away. You opened your mouth to speak again but at that moment you actually realized what you’ve just said.

"Depends on the angle, I guess,” Mark commented, unable to read the room.

You cleared your throat once.

“Mark, call Johnny.”

“Now?” he stood up slowly.

“Tell him we’re arriving in 10. That man never sleeps.”

Mark whined once but actually got out of the room and grabbed his phone.

You listened to his voice in the corridor talking to someone and bit your inner cheek, looking at Doyoung's face again. He looked so easy to fluster. No wonder those girls wanted to prank him like that.

“Hey, Doyoung,” you suddenly leaned in with a little sly smile, “are you perhaps-,” you licked your lips, “-a virgin?”

Doyoung flinched backwards and his reddening neck replied to you. You waved a knowing hand.

“No worries. I will teach you everything.”

“I am n-”

“Shh,” you placed your finger on his lips, “no worries. It’s fine. It’s normal. There’s no shame at all. This is a safe space. And a tomb. I will not tell anyone,” you acted as if zipping your lips.

“Y/N-”

“I didn’t hear any of this.”

“I didn’t say-”

“Okay so now. Let’s start with the first step. Let’s get you hot. Come on.”

“It’s the middle of the night,” he mumbled but got up with a groan and followed you downstairs.

_____

"I want to meet up."

I want to meet up.

Fuck.

That was the last thing Doyoung expected to hear when he decided to text you.

He took his time with it because he felt so damn stupid.

"Hey, I got your number from a girl in class, I'm Doyoung," he should have said. Clearly. But no. He had to freak out and act like a fucking loser.

He remembered the moment like it was yesterday. Paired with The Girl for a group project, the conversation naturally fell on you. Why? Because his mind was full of you every waking hour and probably sleeping hour too since you came in his dreams as well.

"Y/N? Oh yeah! She's very cute. Do you like her?" The Girl asked giggling.

Doyoung cleared his throat, hoping she wouldn't notice that yes, he was obsessed from the moment you fought with the politics professor over some dumb shit. You told him everything he wanted to say himself but was too much of a coward to say and your courage felt so refreshing he wanted to hear you talk more.

"I can give you her number if you want. We had a group chat together once."

"Wouldn’t that be weird? I should ask her for her number myself."

The Girl thought about it for a moment then shrugged.

"Maybe. Either way, I can give it to you and if she's not interested delete it, alright?" she pointed an accusatory finger towards him. "No girl is getting harassed under my watch."

Doyoung stared at her perfect nail and nodded quickly. "Of course."

And just like that, Doyoung felt his shoulder nudged and the little note with your number appeared in front of his eyes like the hand of God.

But wait. Fuck. You were watching too.

He didn’t miss your gaze when he got the note. Your eyes were intense, lips open as if sighing.

He freaked out.

That evening he thought about it and decided to not text you at all. Why would he? Why would you even reply?

But you did and it wasn’t that bad. You saw he got your number from that girl and you invited him over. Was it really this easy?

The air was cold as he rode his bike, millions of films running in his mind.

“Hi,” you stood up as you saw him. Your expression was worried and he took it for nervousness. He furrowed his eyebrows. You looked as if you weren’t really expecting him to show up.

“What’s going on?” he looked around for a moment. He second-guessed himself.

“I’ll be straightforward with you. You got the wrong number.”

What? No no no. Wait. No. What? He did not. You thought he did? You thought he meant to text the other girl?

“And you made me come here for what?” He couldn’t stop his voice from getting sharp. Doyoung hated it when he couldn’t understand things on the spot.

“To discuss the next step.”

“The next step to what?”

“You ask a lot of questions,” you sat down again and patted your side. The breeze was definitely too cold for you to be out in your thin pyjamas and he fought the urge to give you his hoodie.

“You don’t speak clearly,” he retorted.

“Sit down,” you lowered your voice as well. You were getting angry?

But Doyoung stopped in front of the stairs instead, nerves too thin to be closer to you.

“If you’re upset, I’m in the same situation,” you explained.

What? Upset? You were upset?

“She gave you my number. She wanted to prank both of us.”

Fuck. Of course you’d think that.

Doyoung felt stupid. In what universe would you enjoy him having your number?

He controlled his shaky breath and his mind thought about what would have happened if he actually told you he asked for your number because he liked you.

A disaster.

He felt so guilty for lying but at the same time so fucking relieved.

“That’s vile, but what do you want from me now?” he asked. Doyoung wanted to end the conversation there, laugh about the mistake and go home to hide under the covers.

“That’s vile? Oh my God, how do you speak?" you stood up again. Yeah. You actually think he's a loser.

“I’m Y/N,” you extended your hand for him to shake, “and I have an offer for you.”

_____

Step one. He gets hot as fuck.

Because he apparently wasn’t in your opinion.

Step two. He makes that girl jealous. As if he gave a flying shit.

Step three. He dates you. As a joke, of course.

These were the only thoughts roaming Doyoung’s head as he rode his bike in the night.

And the way your arms felt around his waist.

“Y/N, there has been a mistake,” he wanted to whisper but couldn’t find the courage to do so.

It was a very dark night with no moon. The streets were empty in your neighbourhood and the only sounds were the bike’s wheels and your heartbeats. But your hug was comforting and your breath on his neck was warm as you told him where to turn.

“So who’s this Johnny guy?” he asked instead.

“A friend.”

“A friend?”

“Duh. That’s what I said.”

He gulped.

“Do you really need to use that tone with me?”

“I didn’t use any specific tone with you. I’m just talking.”

“I do not like it. Do you talk like this with everyone?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you know what? You gave me a whole lot of homework. But what about you?”

“What about me?”

“Don’t you think there are things you should change in yourself too?”

“Why would I? We’re trying to get you with the girl, remember?”

“Well, she needs to see you as a real challenge if we want her to get jealous. You don't look like a challenge at all."

You kept silent for a moment and Doyoung’s hands got a twitch. He hated it. You took no issue to tell him how unattractive you thought he was. Not only. The fact the texted you sounded like a prank to you. And here he was, hurting to death to have insinuated it about you as well.

“What do I have to change?” Your voice became tiny and your hold got loose.

“Hm,” he gulped. “Appearance is fine. Just attitude,” he took one of his hands from the handlebars to grab your wrist and pull you closer. “Hold tight or you might fall.”

He liked your attitude. He thought you were so incredibly hot. But his pride was so hurt that he came off sharp.

"I won't fall," you mumbled nonchalantly but the way you shifted your cheek on his back told him you were pouting.

"And that's all,” he mumbled.

"What?" you asked.

"All you need to change."

Ahead of you in the dark street randomly illuminated by lamps, Mark was getting his cigarette lit up by a young man that Doyoung imagined was Johnny.

"Hey!" you jumped off the bike and Doyoung lost his sense of balance.

"Oh shit," Mark silently cursed but it could be heard very well in the silence of the night. He quickly put out the cigarette on Johnny's letterbox before you could reach him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing, Mark? John?" you asked your brother first then the tall dude at your right.

"Hi, doll. Fierce as ever. And this must be your friend," he smiled, eyeing Doyoung stopping the bike on the side. "I heard you called for some good old Johnny Fashion Evaluation."

"Honestly," Doyoung brushed his hair out of his eyes, "I didn't. But-,"

"But we need to obey this young lady's desires. After you," Johnny made an exaggerated move with his arms, inviting you inside the house. You rolled your eyes and walked towards the porch. Johnny waited for Mark and Doyoung as well before following you all inside.

______

"Okay, so how's this vibe?" Johnny leaned on the doorframe of his walk-in closet as Doyoung made his nth catwalk of the night.

You were on Johnny’s bed, hand over your mouth while Mark was full-on laughing, head thrown back and all.

"I'm all wet. With tears," you tried to not cry.

"I look like a Jojo character," Doyoung eyed himself in the mirror.

"Good. They're sexy," Mark nodded.

Doyoung T-posed to see the clothes better and sighed deeply. "Where on Earth am I going to wear stuff like this?”

With stuff like this, he meant wide blue pants, a graphic t-shirt, a burgundy jacket on top and some type of hat Doyoung couldn't figure out. Oh, and the belt around his neck that Johnny called a choker.

Well yeah, it was choking him all right.

"Probably not to class," Mark commented.

Johnny scratched his eyebrow with one nail. “I always get girls dressed like this.”

You groaned. “Because it’s you! I saw you getting girls while wearing flip-flops and a dad shirt.”

"Well, I'm hosting a party next weekend," Johnny finger-gunned everybody. "The girls from our year would definitely come. They love older dudes.”

He was talking about his stupid friends who liked to call themselves The Neos.

"You can't snatch The Girl from Doyoung, John," you made sure he understood.

Johnny giggled once, lifting his eyebrows. “Can’t make promises. Look at me in my flip flops.”

______

You didn't know what to expect.

No. Lie.

For some reason, you had expectations and it was him to pull up just the way Johnny dressed him. And he did still have the burgundy jacket, for sure.

But everything else was so different that you felt the need to sit down.

Doyoung walked the short distance from the street to your front door in a pair of tight leather pants you had no idea where he got from. His hair was wavy and the t-shirt with a scandalous low cut was black. The choker wrapped his neck so beautifully that you felt the urge to grab it, pull him towards you and kiss him with tongue or something.

You shivered and shook the thoughts away.

Then you eyed what he was holding.

"What is this?" you asked, blinking hard as if having hallucinations. That night didn’t start great.

"A motorcycle helmet," he simply replied.

“For what?”

“To ride a motorcycle.”

"You ride a motorcycle?"

"Yeah."

"A motorcycle."

He sucked in his lower lip as if giggling. "Yeah. This is yours." It was the first time you actually saw him smile.

"We're going to the party on a motorcycle?"

"You wanted to go on the bike?"

You took the helmet from his hands. You didn’t like how confident he sounded all of a sudden.

"Well, I didn't think so far ahead."

"Wait, I'll help you out," he said and took it back. You let him place it on your head and breathed out when he opened the visor for you with another smile. His hands felt soft on your neck and he tightened it under your chin. Even with the helmet on you could smell his cologne and he looked so sexy all of a sudden that you were glad he couldn't see your face well.

You cleared your voice.

“Shall we go, then?” you started to walk towards the road. The sudden bubble around your head and the confusing thoughts inside of it made you dizzy.

“Be careful!” Doyoung grabbed your hand as you were about to slip. His fingers intertwined with yours felt soft but secure so you tightened the hold. You’ve never noticed just how pretty his hands were. And his eyes? Have they always been this deep?

“I’m good!” you announced with a shaky laugh.

Doyoung’s gaze was on you as you tried to understand how the hell one can sit on a whole motorcycle. You stared at it for a moment as if looking at a venomous animal. For some reason, you suddenly felt stupid in front of him and more than uncool.

“You have to lift your dress a bit.”

“What?” your head snapped towards him.

“I mean, on your thighs,” he explained casually, looking down at your legs before locking eyes with you again. The tight dress you chose for the event wasn’t the best item of clothing to go around the town on a fucking moto.

You gulped, looking down at yourself and with quick hands, you lifted your dress enough for you to be able to spread your legs.

Doyoung’s expression didn’t tell you much but he turned around as if giving you privacy and grabbed his own helmet. His shoulders looked wide and you touched one of his back blades to sustain yourself while sitting on the vehicle.

“If you had the money for this, why didn’t you just buy a car?” you placed your palms on the seat in front of you so he could not see your panties.

Doyoung didn’t reply, as usual, and with a swift movement of the body, he sat right in front of you.

“Hold tight,” you heard his muffled voice while his hands tugged at your wrists for you to hug his waist. You inhaled deeply and let your body touch him while your hands grabbed him snuggly. Your inner thighs slid on the sides of his thighs and you thought riding a motorcycle had no business to feel this intimate. Was the night hot? You could have sworn it was fall instead of summer already.

“Ready?” he asked and in a second you felt your guts sink at the speed. You yelped and closed your eyes.

Fuck no, you weren’t ready. You didn’t have the time to think about anything. Not at the way you were touching, not at how the lights looked in the night, not even at your own weird feelings.

“Let your body fall on the sides, don’t be so rigid,” you heard him talk.

“I’m trying! But I’m going to fall down!”

Doyoung laughed. A whole crystalline laugh. “You won’t. I’m here.”

Your fingers were probably hurting his abdomen by the time you arrived in front of Johnny’s house and you hoped he wouldn't mind.

You looked at his nape as he took off his own helmet, one leg down, then at the way he revived his fringe with one hand. His thighs looked so strong in those leather pants that you thought about picking up biking as well if those were the results. You noticed his ass too but you didn’t let your brain consciously comment on that.

Sitting like a lifeless doll, you could only stare until he was already on his feet and helping you out with your own helmet.

His smile made you turn back to reality.

“You alright?”

The sounds came in altogether. His soft tone, the music, the people chatting and yelling, the cars passing by or parking in the street.

“Yes,” you found your voice and looked down at where your hand was placed on Doyoung’s palm. Disgracefully, you got off the motorcycle and hoped your makeup wasn’t all melted.

His eyes were on your legs and you remembered to tug your dress down.

“Be honest. Did you see anything just now?” you accused him.

His lips formed a little smile and he shook his head.

“Liar,” you had to yell behind him as he walked up the stairs, engulfed by people and the bass.

By the time you managed to get near him in Johnny’s corridor, you saw Doyoung sigh at your side and you shoulder bumped him.

"Come on. Let’s have fun."

His eyes looked big as he took in the view. You imagined what he saw: sweaty people screaming at each other, unsanitary kisses, hurting feet and stupid conversations. This was probably his first party ever.

"I'm too self-aware to have fun," he replied after a moment.

You rolled your eyes. “Okay then. Be bored. But remember we’re here for a mission.”

Doyoung bit his lower lip, eyebrows furrowed and tight eyes as he was probably looking for The Girl.

You were about to look too, but the little bar where you could drown your thoughts seemed more interesting than witnessing a shy Doyoung light up in front of his crush.

______

Doyoung had no interest in talking to anyone at that damn party. His eyes scanned the place to see which corner would be more comfortable to drink away the night. The only thought consoling him was that he might get some action with you in front of the poor girl you wanted revenge on. Then he thought it was so lame that his feet took him towards Mark, pouring drinks in paper cups on Johnny’s kitchen counter.

“I thought you were a minor,” Doyoung took one cup and downed it.

Mark smiled widely at the sudden familiar face. “God, I almost didn’t recognize you.”

Doyoung grabbed another drink and looked around.

“I didn't know you could do shots. Also, what? No. I’m a full adult. I can party and have alcoh-,” Mark added confidently then trailed off seeing something behind Doyoung.

“Didn’t see her. I think she’ll come later on. Or at least, that’s what Johnny said just now,” your voice made Doyoung turn his head around. You took one cup from the counter and had a sip. “Mark, come out. I can see the top of your head.”

The young man slowly rose from behind the counter with big eyes.

“Listen, I promise I’ll behave if-” Mark started with palms lifted in front of him.

“I don’t care if you drink. You’re of age. I just don’t want you to smoke," you added.

“Oh, well, I’ve heard that weed is relatively heal-” Mark tried.

“No.”

“Okay," he replied quickly.

“We have brownies tonight though. It’s not smoking. It’s eating,” Johnny arrived behind you and rested his elbows on the counter with a sly smile.

“John. Stop influencing Mark into doing dumb shit.”

He made a face at your tone and smiled even wider. “Bad mood, doll? Doyoung didn’t dress like a whore for you to give him bad vibes tonight.”

Doyoung blinked, confused as if unsure if he just got a compliment or an insult.

“Well, he didn’t dress like that to impress me, did he?” you took another sip of the drink and turned towards the centre of the living room where people were moving their bodies in what they called good dancing.

“You wish he did?” Johnny’s voice sounded like that of a snake as he imitated your position. Arms crossed on his chest and hips resting on the side of the counter, he leaned towards you to whisper his question and you were glad Doyoung didn’t hear him.

“You’re not funny.”

“You are, acting like this.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Your secret whispering got interrupted by Mark who almost ran around the counter to announce The Girl arrived.

You eyed her, then with the corner of your eyes you looked at Doyoung.

It was probably wishful thinking but he seemed unimpressed. Or his nerves were so thin that he died inside upon seeing her just like you died when you saw him. She looked gorgeous with her long legs and you couldn't blame him at all.

But you were on a mission and there wasn't much time left.

You slid your hand into Doyoung's palm and made him look at you. He blinked slowly, staring at your lips then at your neck.

His eyes and expression were so intense that you thought he got possessed by the spirit of an actor. That wasn’t the Doyoung typing away at his computer in class. You hoped the girl was looking and getting very much jealous because you couldn’t hande looking at him for too long.

"Damn, Doyoung. You're doing great," you smiled widely, eyes darting towards the girl that casually looked in your direction. It felt almost too easy.

Doyoung lifted his free hand and touched your necklace. His fingertip felt cold on your chest and you felt your breath hiccup.

"It's about to fall apart," he announced.

"Oh, I put it in a hurry. Maybe I didn't fasten it well enough."

Doyoung locked eyes with you. "Turn around for me."

His expression and tone commanded authority in such a soft way that you couldn't do anything besides following his instructions with a fluttering heart.

You felt his hands fumble with the necklace on your nape and when you felt it resting on your chest again you touched it with your palm. His knuckles brushed your spine and you didn't like the way you got goosebumps.

Maybe it would take more than a bit of touching to get a girl jealous, you realized. Although, if you saw Doyoung do that with someone else it would be enough.

So deep into his presence, you forgot you were there on a mission and when you snapped out of it, The Girl was nowhere to be seen.

"Doyoung, I think you should go and find her. Talk to her."

He sighed and had another sip of his alcohol. You were surprised at how good he could handle it since you assumed he had never drunk before in his life.

"Y/N. I need to tell you something."

You were about to ask what he wanted to say, his eyes suddenly on you, and so serious to make you feel a bit worried.

But The Girl just turned the corner from the kitchen and you inhaled. "There she is. Go. Quick!" you grabbed his arms and made him face her, pushing his body from the back a bit.

Doyoung hesitated for a moment then walked the distance, leaving you alone.

_____

"Are you having fun? I'm glad you're with Y/N tonight," The Girl smiled widely as Doyoung approached her.

Then she noticed his expression and her smile flattered.

"What's wrong?"

Doyoung sighed deeply, back resting against the wall. "I fucked up."

"What do you mean?"

"Come," he took her wrist and led her somewhere more private. "I have to apologize to you.”

_____

You looked away from Doyoung's confident fingers around the girl's hand.

Thinking back on it, you had no idea why he even needed you in the first place. With his looks? He just had to approach that girl and she would have fallen to his feet.

With the corner of your eyes, you followed them going upstairs and you inhaled shakily.

Mission complete? Already?

To be completely honest, you wanted all of this to fail. No. You expected it.

You were ashamed to admit, but you did feel offended to be seen on Doyoung’s level by your classmates in the beginning. A prank on you? You weren’t a nerd.

Now, that shame was consuming you deeply. Johnny always said that your stupid pride would be your downfall one day and you hated that he was right.

You were afraid of looking like a loser but in that situation you realized you actually were one.

Doyoung got his girl and she got swayed into liking him. You were left with no victory and a bitter taste in your mouth.

_____

"You're a complete idiot."

Doyoung winced as if in pain. "Yeah."

"You're a moron."

He nodded.

"Why the hell did you even do this?" The Girl was standing with her arms crossed on her chest in the middle of Johnny’s bedroom. "You don’t have to apologize to me. But to her. Explain it was a mistake.”

Doyoung whined, head lowered. "Yes. But she already doesn't like me so it will be okay. We just need to pretend we got our revenge and we’ll be done. She doesn’t have to know the truth."

"No, it's not okay. You could have had a chance with her and now it's all gone."

"I had no chance with her from the beginning. She thinks I'm an embarrassing nerd. She wants nothing to do with me. You should have seen her offended expression when she told me how ashamed she was to be linked to me. I text her and the first thought she gets it’s that someone is trying to prank her.”

The Girl didn't reply.

"And imagine if I told her that I asked for her number because I have a crush on her?”

"You would have been cool. A mature and cool man. And if she didn't want to have anything to do with you, then that's on her and you deserve better. You weren't a loser before. You're a loser now."

Doyoung sighed. "You're right."

"Of course I'm right," The Girl tsked and sat down on the bed near him, looking into the darkness.

“I don’t know what to do now.”

“Tell her you don’t like me and explain the situation.”

“She doesn’t listen to me.”

“Tell her I don’t like you and put an end to all of this.”

“You don’t like me?” Doyoung asked with a small smile.

The Girl eyed him up and down. “Listen, you’re hot and whatever. But-”

Doyoung lifted his eyebrows. “Gotcha.”

_____

The thought of Doyoung making out with the girl in Johnny's room made you sick to your stomach.

Were you that shallow? You just needed to see him in leather pants to change your opinion? You were wondering how Doyoung could still like that Girl after she wanted to prank him, yet, your personality wasn’t better. He was right. He worked on his looks but you did nothing to work on yourself.

“Drinking your sorrow away?” some dude asked, seeing you plopped down on the couch sipping on alcohol like it were tea.

_____

When Doyoung got back he found you sitting on a couch, so close to a random man that you were about to sit in his lap. You were giving each other such fuck-me-eyes that he felt the need to loosen up his choker.

The plan was for him to seduce The Girl, not you seducing every single person at that goddamn party.

"Hi. I don't think we've been introduced before," he sat down near you and gave the dude his best smile, his palm comfortably sliding on your thigh while doing so.

You looked down at it and the man did just the same.

"I'm Y/N’s boyfriend,” Doyoung added.

The man smiled politely and sat further away saying his own name back.

You looked at Doyoung with furrowed eyebrows.

"Why?" he whispered through his teeth at your inquisitive look. "I'm just doing my job."

"But I don’t need-”

"Oh look. Fancy drinks," he got up suddenly and walked away, leaving you alone but with his cologne on your skin telling everyone you’re taken.

_____

"What was that about?" you asked over the loud music.

Doyoung was in the middle of the living room, dancing. You sighed looking around and moved your shoulders a bit to fit into the crowd.

"I had to look convincing," he yelled back.

You got closer to be able to hear him and he put his hands on your hips, pulling you in and turning you around. The alcohol in your system made you dizzy and his touch made it worse. Your ass rubbed against the front of his pants and his hands were dangerously getting close to your breasts.

"It's not like I can be okay with every man touching you if we want people to think we have a thing," he explained further. His breath felt hot on your neck and you closed your eyes.

Then you inhaled deeply, indulging in his presence since it was probably the last time you could be this near to him.

"For tonight it's done, thought. We can stop pretending,” you said.

“Do you want to get out of here?" Doyoung whispered into your ear.

You blinked at him a few times over your shoulder then nodded.

_____

Johnny’s voice sounded far away as Doyoung explained to him he’d be leaving the motorcycle there and will get it the day after.

“I will try my best to control myself and not hack its wires to drive around town," he laughed, hitting knuckles with Doyoung. You stared at them both through the haze of tipsiness and felt glad the night was finally over.

The morning would come and Doyoung wouldn't need you anymore.

You stared at his profile, then at his smile as he exchanged something else with Johnny and felt like crying.

"Maybe you should walk The Girl home instead," you said in the silence of the night. The streets were dark and illuminated only by the rare lampposts.

For some reason you didn't want to investigate, Doyoung was holding your hand. Probably to prevent you from falling on your face.

"She's sleeping over at Johnny's," he simply replied.

"What? And you're okay with that? Goddammit, I told Johnny to not put his pretty face into all of this."

Doyoung didn't reply for a moment then he sighed. "It's okay. I don't care if she doesn't like me.”

"She told you she doesn't like you? When you were in Johnny's room?" you stopped in your tracks.

Doyoung bit his lower lip. "She insinuated it."

“So nothing happened?”

He smiled a bit. “What should have happened?”

Your voice trailed off. “Uh, I don’t know. Like kissing? I thought she got into you? Did the plan fail?”

“You thought I was kissing her all of that time?”

“Well, that was the plan, yes.”

“The plan was only to make her jealous and then date you.”

His hand squeezed yours as he talked and you realized you had no idea what the plan was anymore.

“Was she jealous though?”

“Not sure but it doesn’t matter anymore, does it?”

You realized it didn’t matter anymore indeed. The jealousy part sounded so stupid and all you wanted to do was getting to the dating part as soon as possibile. Was that the reason why he was holding your hand? Keeping up the image of a couple even when no one was looking?

You hummed, impressed. "You're so cool."

"Huh? I am not.”

"You are!” you turned towards him with a smile.

His pupils shook. "I-"

"Wow. Also, you’re not afraid of rejection. I wish I could be that vulnerable.”

Doyoung felt his head about to burst.

"Y/N."

"What?"

"I need to tell you something."

"What?" you turned your head towards him and the breeze made you shiver.

Doyoung took off his jacket and you looked at his hands as he made you wear it. His scent engulfed you and you tried to not let out a pleased whine at the warmth.

"This is not necessary," you mumbled but you wrapped it tightly around yourself since it had no buttons.

You let his hand go by doing so and turned around, walking backwards.

"Where are you taking me?" you suddenly asked.

Maybe this is how it was supposed to go? Maybe Doyoung could fall in love with you instead now?

The wishful thinking made you feel guilty for being happy about his unrequited crush but looking at his figure, his open lips about to smile, his throat as he swallowed and the choker wrapping it right above his collarbones, made you not care at all. You wanted all of that to be yours. Even if for a little bit and even if it was all an act.

His eyes were amused, taking in your wobbly figure and sudden good mood. The discourse he made up in his head was threatening to shatter it up.

Maybe he can wait. Maybe he'll tell you in the morning with a clear head. Maybe he can just be selfish a bit more and indulge in your presence for some more minutes.

"Your place,” he answered.

"To do what?"

"Hm? What do you want to do?"

"Play."

"Play? Play what?"

“Mm,” you thought, then stumbled to the side. Doyoung was quick to grab you.

“Like, chess?" you giggled, sustaining yourself in his arms.

Like we’ve been doing all of this time. Step by step. Piece by piece. Slowly, Doyoung thought.

His hands on you made goosebumps form on your skin.

You wanted to speak again but he was so close that you were afraid you'd be too loud - as if that sudden moment was made of glass about to be shattered.

Doyoung's hands traveled up on your shoulders and you looked, watching them gently tuck themselves in your hair, pulling you towards him ever so slightly. He smiled a bit and you hated the way you felt weak in all of your limbs at the sight of his tongue inside his mouth.

You leaned in ever more until lifting yourself on the tiptoes.

"This is not how you play chess," he said with a deep voice and you tightened your grip on his jacket.

"I wish you could shut up and just-," you started then interrupted yourself with a gulp.

Doyoung's eyes twinkled and he exhaled a bit, one of his hands sliding to your waist, pulling until your chest was squished on his.

"Yeah?" his low tone wanted you to continue.

You wanted to lie. You wanted to crack a joke. Just what kind of conversation were you having ? Kissing him? You wanted to kiss him? Make out with him until you couldn’t breathe anymore? While he was probably thinking about that model girl? While it was all an act?

With superhuman effort, you lightly pushed his chest away and took a step back although you really didn't want him to let you go.

His hands fell to his sides at your movement and watched you turn around with a confused expression.

Walking behind you, staring at your nude legs, the curve of your back, all he could think of was your perfume and scent, his hand on his thigh, your jealous eyes.

If only he could talk. If only he wasn't so fucking scared.

"I don't know if we did a good job today," you finally talked a few meters away from your house. "And I'm sorry she might not like you."

"The thing I wanted to tell you about-,” Doyoung started.

You sighed. "Well, we'll see on Monday in class,” you continued your ramble. “Maybe she'll ask you out. Maybe she's playing hard to get. I know I said you should date me to hurt her, but if you actually have feelings for her, you should start dating. Fuck the revenge. I’m sorry I made you do this. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Your smile felt fake even to yourself and you quickly turned around.

"Y/N, stop. I said I don’t care.”

“Yeah, you’ve never cared for revenge and I should have listened to you from the beginning.”

Doyoung grabbed your arm. “For fuck’s sake. Can you shut up for a second?”

You closed your mouth and stared at him.

“I don’t like her. Never liked her. And she doesn’t like me. Period.”

You nodded. “Yes. Okay. Then it’s all good, right?”

He blinked back.

“We can just end it here. Stop pretending we’re dating and whatever,” you awkwardly chuckled.

You were so annoying, Doyoung wanted to scream. “Yeah, that’s right.”

“Sorry, I won’t bother you with this thing anymore.”

The silence felt unbearable. He let your arm go and he put his hands in his pockets waiting for you to walk the few stairs of your porch.

And after the awkward goodnight you exchanged and a few sleepless nights, Monday arrived and you had to enter the class and deal with the sight of Doyoung sitting near none other than The Girl.

So it worked? She actually saw you two together and got jealous? They both had a change of heart?

You imagined her asking Doyoung about you that morning, then his careless smile, saying you're nothing serious, or that you’ve broken up. She probably smiled back, leaning in teasingly and started to flirt.

"Oh, hi!" she smiled widely when she saw you approach the seats. You stared at her soft and pouty lips. A few moles danced on her cheek and you thought Doyoung wasn't a complete idiot to like her. He acted all high and mighty, saying he never liked her, but you couldn’t believe it. Rejection could make you say some dumb shit.

"Sorry, took your seat for a second. Just wanted to exchange a few words with Doyoung. Hope you don’t mind," she added, getting up. "Well, see you two both around."

You opened your mouth to say something back but she already got back to her friends leaving you alone with him.

"What are you doing?" you whispered.

Doyoung looked unbothered, typing away at his computer.

"What do you mean?"

You sat down with a scoff.

"Why did you tell her this is my seat? It's done. You can just hang out with her now if she wants to. No need to pretend we have a thing. I thought this was clear.”

Doyoung sighed and turned his torso towards you. He was wearing his signature glasses and a checkered shirt that morning. He looked so different from his weekend self that you wondered if he had an evil twin you hung out with instead.

An evil twin who was ready to kiss you in the middle of the road for some reason.

"I wanted you to sit near me today.”

You were flabbergasted.

"Well, Doyoung," you said, sitting down slowly.

He stared back.

"You said you don’t like each other, yet I see you talking. Stop lying to me and go get her if you want. If this is some kind of move to not hurt my feelings then you can drop it. I know we said we wanted to hurt her but if you actually like her just-”

Doyoung kept quiet and blinked a few times. You saw his jaw clench once before he relaxed it. He turned towards his computer again and resumed typing.

You looked at him in disbelief.

"Hey," you closed his computer with one hand, "don't ignore me."

"I'm not ignoring you."

"You never end a conversation normally."

"What do you want me to say?"

"Something normal people would."

"Because I'm not normal?"

"Why are you in such a bad mood today?"

"Why are we always bickering when trying to have a conversation?”

Because we're never honest about our feelings, Doyoung wanted to say.

"Because you're so fucking mean all the time. And proud. You think you’re better than anyone else. It's impossible to have a normal conversation with you," he said instead.

You closed your open mouth.

"I am mean? Better than anyone else? You're always there with your superior face. I did you a favour by matching you up with your crush and you're so ungrateful."

"You didn't do me any favours. I don’t care about her. Never did. I told you. I like you instead.”

You felt as if someone hit you in the head.

“I lied to you,” he lowered his voice. “I asked her to give me your phone number.”

You listened to those words but couldn’t make sense of what they meant.

“What?” Your voice sounded tiny.

Doyoung patiently opened his mouth again. “That day you saw her giving me a note, it had your number on it. I asked her to give it to me. She wasn’t pranking me. She was helping me out. And you assumed she set you up because the thought of me texting you was so fucking embarrassing.”

The realization crept on you like electricity.

Why did you pretend she did though? Why did you let me assume things on my own? Why didn’t you say anything about this all of the time? Why did you ask for my number in the first place?

You wanted to ask so many questions but you could only say the first word.

“Why?”

You scoffed once. “You made me believe you were also a victim when in fact you were the mastermind to all of this.”

Doyoung breathed out violently. “Victim of what? Do you really hate me this much? The thought of someone giving me your number felt so gross to you that you had to make up this story in your mind? Of course, I couldn’t be honest from the start if this is your reaction.”

Your own breath was a pant and the skin underneath his fingers was tingling. This was a lot of information to process but the main feeling you could make sense of was how humiliated you felt. And ashamed. He let you organize that childish plan and watched you push him towards that innocent girl who did nothing bad all of this time. You felt horrible.

“Y/N, I like you,” he finally said. “This is the whole truth.”

You exhaled and looked away.

“You don’t believe me,” he added.

“I’m rude all the time and you don’t like my attitude. What’s there to like?”

Doyoung’s eyes twinkled. “You are annoying, yes, but-”

“Good. I’m glad we had this conversation,” you added quickly.

He opened his mouth again but the professor shut him up with his entrance.

Doyoung had to pretend to take notes all day while his mind was thinking of everything besides economics.

_____

"Are you going to be a bitch with me as well?" Johnny playfully nudged at your shoulder as you sat down on the stairs like a storm, making him move to the side.

You sighed and grabbed the cigarette he was holding.

"Don't tell me everyone in that damn class heard us. I want the earth to open and swallow me whole.”

"No. I heard because I was behind you but you were both so into each other that you didn't even notice- hey, easy!" he warned you about the cigarette but you didn't care.

You brought it to your lips and inhaled through your mouth. The smoke made its way to your lungs then out through the nose.

"This is fucking disgusting," you gave it back.

"Well, at least you didn't cough. Also, we've just indirectly kissed."

"I don't care."

"Hm, so kisses mean nothing to you."

"No."

"Then you should have kissed Doyoung. It would have added a good layer of credibility to your sneaky link during that party. Not that you needed it. Everyone is talking about you two dating.”

You had no idea what to reply to that.

"I saw you leave together. How did it go? The revenge plan became something different, didn’t it?”

Once again, you didn't say anything back.

Johnny shivered with a loud "brr". "Cold-hearted."

"My heart is not cold. It's just very small."

"If your heart is small, it's normal to not want it broken."

Johnny pushed the butt of the cigarette into the stone stairs and noticed your shaking hands. And when he lifted his gaze on your face he saw your silent tears.

"Oh God," he spoke with a soft voice. "So our little heart's already broken?" he wrapped you in his arms and you let yourself turn louder against his chest.

"You're so annoying," you sniffled.

"I might seem annoying but once you get to know me better I'm even worse."

"I just--don't understand. He's so weird."

Johnny shushed you while patting your back. "You're also weird."

"I don't even know what I'm sad about right now."

"Why don't you just tell him how you feel? He said he liked you. Not that he needed to say it.”

You lifted your head to look at him.

"I don't know how I feel. Also, apparently, I can't have a normal conversation and I'm a bitch. I doubt he actually likes me.”

Johnny giggled, dragging you back into his chest. "You know that's not true. Also, you like him.”

“I don't like him.”

“Yeah, you like him. This is why you’re upset. He likes you back as well.”

“Stop saying that! It makes me feel even worse.”

_____

Doyoung didn't want to look at Johnny's arms around your shoulders anymore.

Feet on autopilot pushing him towards the parking lot, he felt his head heavy. Then he kneeled down to unlock his bike.

"So, how did it go?"

The Girl was leaning on the side of her car putting on a sheer layer of gloss on her lips.

Doyoung looked over his shoulder where Johnny made you laugh and looked back.

"It just didn't go."

"You didn't confess?"

The young man sighed and got up, moving his bike back from the rails.

"Why not?" she asked again.

Doyoung's nerves were very thin. "I did. Kind of. She didn’t believe me.”

He got on his bike.

She sighed. "I think she'll accept your feelings eventually, Doyoung."

"She slammed all the doors. She doesn’t like me.”

"And you get in through the windows."

"This is not how it works."

"Throw a few respectful little rocks at them. See how it goes."

“She won’t open any of them.”

“She’s afraid of the storm. Show her that it’s only light refreshing rain. Also, apologize. You didn’t apologize.”

“She needs to apologize.”

The Girl rolled her eyes dramatically. “God. What are you both? Children? You’re so hardheaded, both of you. Are we in middle school? Just have a good and refreshing conversation. I’ve never gone through this bullshit before. Other times you just fucked when angry.”

“What?”

“Trust me. Make her mad in a sexy way.”

Doyoung made a face. “What does that even mean?”

The Girl shook her hand as if telling him to not listen to her ramble.

“I need to go and deal with business now,” she winked once and opened the door of her flaming red car. On the passenger seat was an old book and it looked so weird in her possession that Doyoung had to ask.

"You read those books?"

She looked at it for a moment and shrugged. "Pretty girls shouldn't read?"

"What is it about?"

"Love."

"An old romance book?"

"Don't look down at me. It's hard to go through it actually. Characters are so damn stupid."

She put on a pair of heart-shaped sunglasses and drove away after giving him a flying kiss.

_____

"Maybe you should take some time for self-care," Mark suggested from Johnny’s bedroom floor.

"Why? Do I actually look ugly?" you asked from the bed, eyes closed and one arm thrown over them.

"Self-care is drinking 4 energy drinks and having a therapy session with God at 2 am," Johnny said before throwing a popcorn kernel inside his mouth. He was staring out of the window when Mark laughed.

"Wait, so who's God? You're the God?"

You smiled at his laugh. "Mark, you're so loud."

“I don’t know. I think that Doyoung’s looks are louder,” Johnny mumbled.

You sat up from the bed to stare at your friend in confusion.

Johnny walked towards the door with a shrug. “He came to get his motorcycle.”

“Is he a hooker by night?” Mark wondered, stealing popcorn from Johnny’s bowl while the latter got outside the house.

You got closer to the window to stare as well and you felt your jaw drop.

That wasn’t Doyoung.

“This is his evil twin.”

“Isn’t the nerd version the evil one? Sexy Doyoung treated you better than boring Doyoung,” Mark commented.

“And I treated them both like shit,” you mumbled.

_____

By the look on his face, he didn’t expect you to be there at all. Funnily so, because he came to your friend’s house.

You thought he’d grab his damn motorcycle and leave, yet there he was, tits basically out in his tank top and a case of beer that Johnny probably asked him to carry upstairs.

“Hey man,” Mark was quick to loosen the atmosphere and you watched them fistbump.

“Hey,” the older replied.

“Do you guys want to play a game?” Johnny arrived with snacks.

Were you not going to address the elephant in the room and elephant meaning you and Doyoung having insulted each other just hours before without apologizing?

“A game with my sister? Hell no,” Mark furrowed his eyebrows.

Johnny smiled knowingly right when the doorbell rang. “Girls are coming.”

______

You were on the floor, completely dazed and confused.

No. You were basically dissociating by the time it was your turn to play the game.

What was the game? You had no idea but the girls giggled every time Johnny said something so it must have been full of innuendos.

You didn’t know what he was thinking by inviting The Girl as well, and you were feeling so mortified that you couldn’t lock eyes with her.

Did she know that you plotted an act of petty revenge on her? While she was allegedly trying to help Doyoung out? Because he allegedly had a crush on you?

“Y/N, I was meaning to talk to you,” she said as you opened the bathroom door just minutes before that. You jolted seeing her in the dark corridor. Was she there to confront you about your stupid plan?

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Doyoung told me.”

You gulped. “Told you what?”

“That he used me to get closer to you.”

“You mean, me assuming you were trying to prank me when you tried to help him out?”

“Listen, you’re both so annoying and everyone wants to grab you both and shake you to get to your senses.”

“Everyone who?” you looked around as if there were actual people staring.

“Doesn’t matter. All I have to say is that no, I don’t care to organize a grand plan to laugh about you.”

You nodded. “Noted.” God, you wanted to disappear. Because that’s exactly what you tried to do to her.

“So you know that Doyoung and I are actually not dating?”

The Girl smiled a bit. “If that’s not dating then I have no eyes.”

“If we were together in my car, what would we be doing?” some girl asked Mark by reading a card.

“Driving hahaha,” he replied. The girl’s giddy expression flattered.

“Oh wait, was I supposed to be sexual?” Mark questioned.

The amused chatter continued for a bit as everyone placed their votes on the reply.

It was your turn and you sighed, one hand about to tremble as you leaned forward to grab your own card.

“Guess what I’m about to get on,” you read the bold red letters then lifted your gaze.

“Doyoung?” Johnny directed the game.

Doyoung was leaning back, supporting his weight on his arms and when he locked eyes with you it felt as if you were about to go on fire.

“On my nerves.”

His lips formed that reply slowly and you felt your eyes drawn to the way they were moving.

People laughed and voted high for the originality. This man allegedly liked you? Yeah, sure.

“Couples are always so fun,” The Girl commented, garnering everyone’s agreement.

“I think Doyoung should take a card now,” someone suggested.

He listened and grabbed one with two fingers.

“What’s my main love language?” he asked before letting it fall on the ground.

All heads turned to you.

“Talking shit.”

His lips curved in a suppressed smile while people cheered.

“Long time no talk,” you read another card as it was obvious no one was interested in anything else besides your bickering with your boyfriend.

“Let’s keep it that way,” he lifted one eyebrow. “My dick is so hard,” he added right after without even drawing a card.

You swallowed.

“To find.”

His eyes twinkled. “That’s not what you said last night.”

“So are you guys going to kiss anytime soon or?” Johnny stared at you first then at him as if he was watching a match of tennis.

You crossed your arms on your chest. “He wishes.”

“I do. Just so she can shut up for once.”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit late now?” The Girl suddenly asked her friends. They all nodded looking at their screen phones as if checking the time. Johnny got up too as they chatted about assignments and waking up early in the morning.

Meanwhile, your gaze was still connected to Doyoung’s cocky eyes. You both felt like two stone pillars in the middle of a stormy sea.

“I’ll show you the way,” Johnny announced. “Mark?”

Mark was finishing the popcorn. “What?”

“Let’s show the girls the way out.”

“I think they know the way- oh? Oh!!” he started then widened his eyes at Johnny's exasperated expression. He got up in a second and closed the door behind him as the last one exiting the room.

The kiss was so sudden, deep and slow that you found yourself gasping for air as soon as he let you go. "Are you going to shut up now?" Doyoung asked.

On all fours, he knocked over the stack of cards piling between you as he moved to reach your face. Your lips were tingling and all you could focus on was the way his necklaces dangled on his chest.

But you were mad at him. Your blood was boiling with lust and anger so you tried to form the cockiest smile you could pull.

"I don't know. I think you need to do that again and we’ll see."

Doyoung pupils darted as he looked you in the eyes and inhaled before leaning in again. One of his hands cupped your face and your whole body tensed waiting for the kiss only to see him smile mere centimetres away from your mouth.

"What a joke. You want this so badly, look at you."

A single needy sound escaped your throat and he hummed pleased. "Yeah?"

He sat back in front of you, legs spread in his shocking leopard printed pants, his face mirroring yours. "Take it if you want it."

You didn’t let him repeat it twice.

His thighs looked strong and finally, you sat on them, feeling his body under your fingertips.

He looked up at your face right before you lowered yourself on him, hands touching his chest.

Doyoung grabbed your wrists and clicked his tongue. “I said kiss, not touch.”

His expression made you act like a horny fool, so you kissed again, this time quicker and all while he slowly slid his fingers on your palms until intertwining your hands together. His mouth was warm and his tongue got you quivering on his legs.

Were you making out with Doyoung in Johnny’s room? Yes. While he and your own brother could return anytime soon? Yeah. As Doyoung let your hands go to wrap your body with his arms and pull you closer on top of him? Fuck, yes. After fighting? You guessed so.

“Wait,” you stopped, talking on his lips as he kept peppering kisses with them. “We argued this morning. What’s going on?”

“Not my fault arguing gets you horny,” he replied.

“I know, but we need to behave like adults,” you nodded with a heavy breath. “What does this mean? Hurting each other and insulting each other and getting horny about it? We need to talk. Have an honest conversation and apologize to each other.”

He nodded back for a moment. “Yeah. Totally.”

You kept nodding. “Yes.”

And just like that, you crashed into each other another time. His hands slithered on your stomach going upwards until reaching your breast and you whined into his mouth.

“I thought you were a virgin but this doesn’t seem like your first kiss at all,” you managed to speak. Doyoung didn’t like to not have his tongue occupied so he resorted to licking a stripe up your neck before biting it. You exhaled at the sensation and prayed no one wanted to enter the room.

“Why? Because I’m smart? You’re not good at studying and still not getting any. How does that work?” he asked before groaning with a side smile: your hand pulled his head backwards by his luscious hair. His feline eyes were so amused that it just fueled your anger more.

“Watch your mouth,” you tried to make your voice drop but his palms gently squeezing your soft breasts made it breathy instead.

He smirked. “I think you should watch my mouth as I do this-,” he gently kissed your bare shoulder. It felt so soft that your head started to buzz.

This was not it. You were supposed to talk. He kissed your shoulder again, going down towards your arm. His palm was right in the middle of your blades, pulling you towards him, more and more.

You felt so weak, eyes closed and fingers in his hair, delicately playing with it, that you had no force or intention to stop him from pulling your tube top down.

His hand expertly opened your bra in one second too and you gasped seeing it slide down your torso.

Your tongues found each other for a moment again before he tasted your jaw, then throat, going down your chest and flicking one of your hard nipples with the tip. Your nails dug into his shoulders at the feeling and by the breath on your skin you could tell he was laughing at your reaction. His hand massaged the other breast as he kitty licked your nipple and the breathtaking view made you shift on his thighs.

Your faint moans could probably be heard so you bit your lower lip to keep them in. But Doyoung had other plans and when he sucked on your buds a few times you had to just shakily cry out.

Your hips started to move on their own, so desperate for some kind of friction so he let his palm caress your stomach and descend between your legs.

“Doyoung-”

He looked up at the sound of your voice and his eyes were so hazy that you got goosebumps all over. “Yes,” his hot breath hit your nipples.

You wanted to urge him to stop. You could accept a kiss and perhaps him divinely sucking on your breast but you couldn’t bring it any further. The conversation? Yes. You should be having a conversation instead.

“Fuck it, oh my God, don’t stop-” you swallowed hard and he chuckled, his pretty fingers slowly resuming their descent inside your sweatpants.

Your body twitched as he reached your wet panties and he looked up, extending his neck so deliciously that you just had to lean down and bite. He hummed pleased and then opened his mouth to breathe heavily as you sucked on his skin. You didn’t care if he would go out home that night with violent looking hickeys all over his pretty throat. And he didn’t care at all if everyone could hear you whimper as he played with your clit either.

“Fuck,” you choked in the crook of his neck and that just made him more eager to break you further. His fingers slid deep inside of you, making you roll your eyes back. They moved slowly, taking out grunts of your chest every time Doyoung's wrist snapped upwards.

"Do you hear that?" his raspy voice made you clench and the wet sound he was talking about made you dizzy.

"I wish it were your cock inside of me instead," you managed to fight back with a faint voice, hoping you didn't look as fucked up as you felt.

Doyoung smiled. "Really? When you can’t even take two fingers?"

You whined at his words and pressed your forehead on his, hands desperately clasped on his shoulders. "Shut up. I can take them.”

"To shut up? But you like it so much when I talk," he teased you. "Is this what you wanted all of this time? Hate fucking me? You acted all mighty because you didn’t want me to see just how badly you wanted me?”

“Please,” you mumbled, unsure yourself what you were begging him for.

“Don't start whining now. Where's that attitude of yours? Look at you, a fucking mess, begging me to fuck you like a little obedient slut.”

His words made you so dizzy that you just replied, yes, mind empty and only the blood boiling feeling of his fingers inside of you.

_____

Johnny gave you both a look when you finally got downstairs. You ignored him and hoped he couldn’t tell you just had a mind blowing orgasm on Doyoung’s hand. On the dude you said you didn’t like’s hand.

“Where’s Mark?” you asked instead.

“He accompanied The Girl home,” Johnny smiled with a knowing face while having cereal at his kitchen counter.

“Mark and The Girl?” you asked bewildered.

Johnny shrugged. “They said they have some business to discuss. I see you two also discussed pretty well.” Johnny’s wiggling eyebrows were indicating Doyoung’s bruised neck.

The latter turned around to look in the big body sized mirror in the hallway. “Well, your friend is good at fighting. But I won.”

_____

Doyoung was already on his motorcycle, helmet in his hands about to wear it when you ran outside.

“Doyoung,” you said with a heavy breath. Then you cleared your throat. “I want to actually apologize,” you added.

Doyoung stared back at your face then down at his hands. You watched his arms flex for a moment as his fingers tightened their hold on the helmet then his long legs as he sustained himself and the motorcycle.

“I also need to apologize,” he replied.

“No. It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Well, I lied to you all of this time.”

“Yes. But I was so rude towards you, and rude to that girl and-”

“That’s nothing compared to what I did.”

“I think what I did was worse.”

“I legit lied to you, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes. “It was because I called your a loser and a nerd and disgus-”

“Okay, alright,” he stopped you with a smile.

That was the moment for kisses and hugs and sweet I love yous, wasn’t it? Yet you were standing there in silence on the porch while Doyoung was about to slip away again.

“Where are you going?”

His dark eyes were piercing but surprised. “Home.”

“Why?”

“You want me to stay?”

You shook your head. “No, I mean-- I just don’t understand the outcome; where do we stand right now? Everything has been so confusing all of this time.”

Just never heard from each other ever again, you expected him to say.

“We could start from the beginning?” he asked and you blinked at him. He fumbled with his phone for a moment and you were about to ask what the hell he was doing and what that meant. But then he put it away and revving the engine he tilted his head to the side as if saying goodbye.

You looked at him confused then patted your pocket as your phone buzzed. Your eyes went from his back becoming smaller on the street to the bright screen.

There was a new text.

<Hi, I’m Doyoung from macroeconomics. Got your phone number from a mutual friend. I was wondering if you wanted to go out for coffee one of these days and get to know each other better?>

You gulped.

<Hi Doyoung.Yes, I’d love to> you typed back.

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sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen. (this was requested)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Dub-Con/Non-Con as per usual with sex pollens fics (although i try to write them as consensual as possible :T) Smut obvi (18+ minors dni), slight daddy kink, age gap?, public male masturbation; it's brief but still

TW: very brief mention of possible suicide

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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.

“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.

“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.

Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.

“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.

“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.

“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.

“Ok?”

“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.

“No I don’t-”

“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.

“Why don't you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.

“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.

“Seriously.”

“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”

“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Yeah, be nice to her.”

“I am nice to her.”

“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”

“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.

“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he mumbled back.

Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.

He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.

You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.

“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.

“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.

“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.

“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.

“Really? Why’s-” Crash!

“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.

“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.

“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.

The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.

Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.

“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.

Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.

“Is he going to be ok?” you turned away.

“Y/n! Please!” Bucky’s muffled screams shocked you.

“Uh… where’s Thor?” Tony panicked.

“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.

“Nat,” you ran to her.

“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.

“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky's eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.

“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.

“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.

“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.

“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.

“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.

Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.

“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.

“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.

You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?

Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.

“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.

“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”

“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.

“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.

“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.

“What’s the cure?” Nat said.

“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.

“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.

“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”

“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”

“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.

“I don't think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”

“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.

“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.

“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.

“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.

“Shit!”

Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.

You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she'd help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.

“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.

“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.

“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.

“It's not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”

“What?”

“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.

You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven't thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.

You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.

“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.

“What?”

“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”

“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.

“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”

“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.

“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.

“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.

"Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?" she sighed.

"They haven't been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds," you whispered.

"Steve, this is Bucky we're talking about. Hasn't he endure enough torture in his life?" Nat said softly.

That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.

"How do you suppose we go about this?" he asked.

You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he'd find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.

On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony's return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky's state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.

All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.

A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you'd assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he'd probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.

Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.

He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.

"маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin," he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.

"Buck, are you ok? I want to help you," you whispered.

"I'm more than ok now, beautiful," he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

"Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?" he whispered, huskily.

"Bucky, I don't understand what you're saying."

"так драгоценно," he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.

His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn't have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.

Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.

His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you," he whispered.

"T- The daisies?"

"I've been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you're gonna feel wrapped around my cock," he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.

"Buck," you breathed out.

Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn't help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn't hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.

You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.

Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.

Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.

"What the hell are you doing!" Tony screamed.

"Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It's not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He's done enough of that, ok?" Nat shouted.

"She's gonna get hurt," Tony sighed.

"No she won't. This was her idea."

Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn't fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn't like that idea too much.

"Fine."

Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You've only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he'd been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.

"So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me."

"Buck," you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn't help the clenching around him from arousal.

"Fuck, keep doing that, little one," he groaned.

Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.

Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn't come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.

As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.

"Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well," he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren't going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky's cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy's cock?"

"Yes! Fuck!" your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.

"Please let me come, daddy!"

Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn't even close.

"Let go, doll."

Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.

He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.

Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.

"Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?" he moaned.

"Use me, Buck. I'm all yours," you breathed out.

Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.

"Filling me up so good, baby," you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.

"Pussy was fucking made for me," he growled.

His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.

"Feel how fucking deep I am?"

You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.

His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he'd been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn't cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn't know you'd be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.

Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky's head to find him crying.

"What's wrong, baby?"

“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”

“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.

Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.

Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.

“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.

“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.

“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.

“Can you say it?” he asked softly.

“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.

“I love you, James,” you whispered.

“Fuck, I love you too.”

He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.

“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.

“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”

“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.

“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

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Welcome to the chaos, little one

Summary: Giving birth is never easy, especially when it’s a Shelby x Solomons baby…

A/N I’m so slow with requests but a while back the lovely @fandom-puffrequested: Omg sorry to be a pain but I’m a sucker for Shelby chaos 😭😭😭 can I request something linked to A Very Shelby Christmas where the labour of baby Solomons is just as chaotic? But it could also be sweet like the bros finally accepting Alfie bc they all care about YN so much and can’t stand to hear her in pain, all while YN is screaming that she’ll cut off more of Alfie’s dick than his rabbi would even dare to if he ever tried to bed her again 😭😭😭 omg the chaos 👉👈 ily 💓💓 Here we go! This is part 2 to the story A Very Shelby Christmas

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“Not now, Y/N,” Arthur groaned. Ada rolled her eyes, remembering keenly when her brother had spoken those iconic words before. “It’s not like I can help it, Arthur,” you spit.

Polly grabbed you by your arm as you doubled over again, “Alright, sweetheart, it’s time. Come with me…” “Not yet, Aunt Pol,” you panted, “It’s too early.” “The baby doesn’t have it’s own pocket watch yet,” Ada commented matter-of-factly, as she took your other arm. “Fuck!” you called out again as another contraction set in, “Fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck!” “Nice.” “Oh, piss off John, you want to try this?” “Not really…” “Tommy!” you turned to the one family member who hadn’t said a word yet, “Get him.” “And who would that be, eh?” he replied in a low voice. “Thomas…” Aunt Polly warned softly. He raised his eyebrows, “Finn? You want Finn at the birth?” “WHY WOULD I WANT MY FUCKING BABY BROTHER HERE?!” Tommy waved a vague hand, “General comfort?” Now Aunt Polly’s eyes flashed with anger, “Thomas! Go get her husband, right now!” Tommy sighed deeply, still trying to ignore the fact that his little sister was now Mrs. Solomons, and said, “Come on boys, let’s get them all together and wet this baby’s head! Leave the women to it.” And you groaned, “Thank you…” Once Alfie would be here, everything would be easier.

*** “Solomons!” “No need to shout, mate, I’m right here, ain’t I?”

Slowly Tommy lit a cigarette and started smoking it, “It concerns my sister.” “You mean the glorious creature that made me the luckiest man on earth by marrying me? My wife? Mrs. Alfie Solomons?” A small twinkle appeared in Alfie’s eyes as he saw Tommy’s jaw tense up just a little at his words. “Yes.” “How is the old lady doing?” Alfie asked conversationally. “In pain,” Tommy replied, “She’s in labour, more to the point.” “You fucking what?” “She’s with her aunt Alfie, she’ll be fine.” Alfie blinked a few times, “Tommy I swear to God if you’re playing some fucking game with me I will shoot you between the eyes right here and now. You’re telling me my wife is in labour and you’re standing there casually smoking a cigarette, waiting for some fucking woman to tell you it’s done?” “Yes,” he nodded, “Well, I was about to go the Garrison. Thought we might bury the hatchet and you could join us.” “Have you lost your fucking mind…” Alfie said slowly, while rubbing his chin. Tommy cleared is throat and with a slight hint of uncertainty in his voice said, “It’s tradition.” “Well, if you’ll pardon my French, fuck your fucking heathen traditions, I’m going to my fucking wife and you are fucking coming with me. And bring your fucking family while you’re at it!”

*** “Why are we here?” John leaned in to Arthur slightly while asking the question in a hushed voice. “Alfie insisted.” “Why?” Arthur raised his voice, “Ask Tommy, alright? I don’t bloody know! I’m guessing it’s another Jewish thing…” On the other side of the door, you were most definitely in labour now. The pain was worse than anything you’d experienced before and you were seriously questioning your sanity at this point. “Aunt Pol?” Ada asked carefully after about an hour. Polly moved over from your side down to your legs and said, “What is it?” “Something’s wrong.” “THOMAS!” Polly bellowed as soon as she had taken a look, “Get me some more towels.”

“What’s happening?” A panicked Alfie asked from the hallway. But Polly pushed him aside and started ordering Finn to boil more water. “Woman!” he demanded, “You fucking tell me.” “She’s bleeding,” she answered quickly, “and I can’t see why.” “What can we do, Pol,” Arthur asked, wild-eyed. “Get a doctor. One we can trust.” Arthur dragged John with him, even before Polly had finished her sentence. “What about Sabini’s men?” John asked, “We were supposed to deal with them tonight. What if they come here?” “Shoot them,” Tommy said simply, as he lit another cigarette in a nervous manner. Inside the room, you were now screaming your head off. Of course you had realised giving birth would be painful, but not like this. The sight of Ada going slightly pale didn’t help either and panic had started mixing in with the general anxiety of the process, so your screams got louder and louder. “Pol…” Ada called out again, “What do I do?” In that moment, Alfie pushed passed her and fell down by your side, “I’m here,” he said softly. “I can see that,” you panted between shouts, “but why? You’re not supposed to be here.” “Out,” Aunt Polly said strictly, “This is no place for men.” And then Tommy walked in as well, averting his eyes and grabbing your hand at the same time. “What?” he said when Polly send him a death-glare, “If Alfie gets to stay, so can I!” “Fucking children…” “Alright, sweetheart,” Polly focused on you again, “This baby needs to come now.” Your eyes grew wide, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Alfie replied for her, “You’ll be fine. You’re doing brilliant, babes.” “How the fuck would you know!” you shouted out. He shrugged, “Educated guess?” “Had a lot of experience with this, eh?” Tommy grumbled sarcastically. “This,” Ada pointed at the both of them, “This is why men shouldn’t be in here.” “I’m not fucking going anywhere, especially if my wife is in danger.” Tommy just shook his head in reply. “Danger?” you asked suddenly, “What does he mean in danger?” “No danger, love,” Ada soothed you, “if you just push.” And so you pushed, with every bit of strength you had in you. But then a gunshot sounded outside, followed rapidly by another two. Everyone looked up. “John,” Tommy clarified with a single word. “You’re being awfully cavalier about baby brother John getting shot there, Tommy…” Alfie commented. Tommy looked at Alfie with a frown that spoke volumes, “John just shot Sabini’s men. I told him to.” “Oh, good. Saves me the bloody trip.” “I can see some hair!” Ada called out suddenly. “What colour?” Alfie replied at once. And John stuck his head around the corner of the door, “Took care of them.” “We heard,” Aunt Polly grumbled. He hopped from one foot onto the other uncertainly, “Anything else I can do?” “Yeah, you can fuck off mate!” “Alright, I’ll stay, since you asked so nicely.” “John, just get the fuck out!” your sister shouted. The birth was chaos enough as it was and now all these boys were only adding to it instead of helping. And on top of it all, Finn stumbled in practically falling over his own feet with a bucket of water, splashing Aunt Polly in the process. This was more like a madhouse than a family occasion. But John pointed at Alfie indignantly, “He gets to stay!” “Push, Y/N,” Polly urged again, and so you did. “Nice one,” John laughed at Finn, “you literally had one job, mate.” “Mrs. Gray?” Alfie asked carefully, “Sorry to interrupt you there, alright, but I just wanted to quickly check, because you mentioned the hair, yeah? What colour? Because I’m sure I’ll love my son all the same if he’s blond, but I might just need to mentally prepare myself…” And then you finally burst out in anger, “Can you all just shut the fuck up for a second! I’m actually trying to have a fucking baby here!!” “Right, sorry about that love,” Alfie moved closer to you and grabbed your hand again, “Please continue. You’re doing brilliantly, even if he is blond…” Tommy chuckled lightly in the background, which made you even more angry somehow, “Alfie, I swear to God or Adonai or whatever you want to call him, do nottouch me again because remember how you said you couldn’t remember your circumcision?”

“Yes,” Alfie mumbled in mortal fear.

“You will remember when I do it. Remember how you told me of your rabbi doing it when boys are eight days old, because then it heals faster?”

“Yes...” he gulped.

“I’ll make it slow sweetheart. Really fucking slow.”

“Right,” he said with big eyes, “What exactly would you have me do then except for just standing here like some great big bloody useless piece of shit?”

“Shut up!”

“Noted.” *** You weren’t sure what had happened exactly in that last hour. Apparently you’d lost a lot of blood and things had gotten hazy very quickly. Ada and Aunt Polly had stopped talking altogether and they had managed to save you, despite the bickering men in the background. You did remember that Alfie and Arthur had gotten into a fight at one point, but apparently they managed to resolve it quickly when the doctor arrived and they took turns in beating him up because he was no longer needed. Anger really does bring people together.

Of course, none of that really mattered now, because you were now holding a perfect baby right there, in your arms. Finn just stared at the baby, completely in awe. “Not blond…” John sounded a little disappointed. Arthur grinned, “But bloody perfect.” “Gorgeous, just like the mother,” Polly hugged you carefully. “Shelby good looks.” Tommy nodded slowly, with a sense of pride in his voice. “Any names yet?” Ada asked, “I bet you’ve picked them out ages ago, haven’t you?” “I have,” you smiled, “but couldn’t say them out loud yet, so we didn’t really discuss it. It’s bad luck.”

Uncharacteristically, Alfie hadn’t said a word yet.

“Mr. Solomons?” you said, gazing up from your one love to the other, “I believe you have a daughter.” And finally he smiled, deeply and incredibly in love as he held her tight with both hands. And in the most tender way possible he looked at you, grinned and said, “Fucking hell!”

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cleaning the room • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader smut)

requested: heyyy i love your work!! can i maybe request a Richie smut where their like in the middle of doing “it” but then someone calls the reader (maybe bev or eddie or sumn) and instead of stopping richie keeps going and so she has to continue the call and pretend like shes not in the middle of such unholy acts haha sorry if its too specific,, thank you!!!

warnings: swearing, smut, spitting, v light cum play, light light slapping (reader smacks richie bc theyre frustrated he was teasing them), unprotected sex, risky sex, talking on the phone w someone, use of the words whore/slut, degradation, this has literally no plot its all smut LOL

heyyy finally bback w a fic, i have awful writers block so this was all i could do. hope u guys like it

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"richie," you purr, sighing with lust as your boyfriend's hands pull your hips harder towards his own, arching your back as his hand rises to gently push you down against the mattress. he hums, leaning down to kiss your lips hard, thrusting into you as your back rubs the sheets under you.

richie leans back and his mouth opens to murmur something to you, but a ringing noise makes you jolt. both of you turn to look at your phone, which has lit up with the call from someone. richie sighs and you groan, arm reaching out to grope around for the phone as your other hand threads into richie's hair, tugging him as he slowly eases on his thrusts.

"oh, god," you say, half moaning as richie's strokes slow, changing angles as he looks down at you with mischevious eyes. "it's eddie." you add, tossing your phone to the edge of the bed.

richie hums, pulling out of you and grabbing the phone. you whine, looking at him, "no, please keep going, i can call him back later." you beg, desperate to feel richie again. richie raises his brows, "you know he'll just keep calling."

you lean back, sighing because you know richie's right. "fuck you richie. fine." and then you snatch the phone, pressing the answer button. "hey, wh-what's up?" you ask, breathing slightly heavily.

"hey, i was wondering what your plans are later. we need to get some supplies for the party." eddie says cheerfully, and you swallow. god, couldn't he have called any other time? at least this will be quick.

you jolt but keep quiet as you feel richie's fingers gently run through your slick folds, thumb teasing your clit. you let out a short whine and gulp, "oh, uh, yeah i can-can hang out later, just not now-" you swallow. your face feels on fire, excited by the idea of possibly being caught.

"you okay, y/n?" eddie asks genuinely, sounding concerned. you bite your lip so hard you think it may draw blood as you gasp, "yeah, just...not feeling good." you say, sharply inhaling as richie quietly chuckles. you send him a glare.

"richie and i are c-cleaning his room and there's... it's hard work." you mutter breathlessly as you go up on one elbow, eyeing richie as he smirks, his hand trailing down to stroke his cock. you barely resist a moan as you watch him, biting your lip as you wish you could have him in your mouth.

"okay..." eddie says absently, immediately dismissing your excuse as he launches into a conversation with you asking about what you're bringing to mike's surprise party on saturday. you're biting your lip as you fall back onto the mattress, heart racing as you think back to twenty seconds ago when richie's cock was inside you. "-and, you know, i think richie's bringing weed and some handles, but maybe if you still have your fake you could try and get us some-"

but you accidentally cut eddie's sentence off with a sharp gasp tailed with a moan, because as you were listening to eddie, richie lined himself back up to your entrance and pushed straight into you.

your eyes are wide as you stare at richie, watching as he winks at you, finger going to his lips in a shush motion. you hate how immediate your shivers of lust flow through you, as richie starts to slowly thrust into you again. you roll your eyes but your face heats up as eddie's voice breaks the silence over the phone, "y/n, wh... -are you sure you're doing fine?"

you pull your hand off your mouth, "yes! yes, i just-" you cough to cover up a moan as richie spits down onto your dripping cunt and starts to thrust harder, "i stubbed my fucking toe." richie's smirking darkly at your words, looking down at you as his large hand creeps up your body, splaying across your breasts and then to your neck, ghosting a squeeze before slipping a finger into your open, panting mouth.

his other hand finds purchase on the skin of your thighs and he winks at you, moving his hips and hitting the perfect spot inside you. the pleasure you feel has your eyes falling back, toes curling.

"oh. well make sure if it's bad that you ice it, because one time my ma stubbed her toe and she had to stay in bed for a week," and then eddie launches into a quick story and you hum along to make it seem like you're listening even though all you can think about is richie and how his hand is tweaking your nipples, splaying across your sternum, as you suck on his fingers.

then he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and presses them to your clit, rubbing in a pattern that has you seeing stars.

"-wait, you said you're with richie?" eddie asks and you cough, throat caught after having richie's hand on it, "yes, he's- he’s right here." you say breathlessly.

"can you let me ask him something?"

your eyes widen and you gasp a bit, making eye contact with richie. "s-sure, here he is." richie's giddy face as he grabs the phone from you makes you nervous, but you bite your lip as he mutters, "hey, eds."

it's quiet for a bit as eddie's voice drawls along on the other line and suddenly richie's pushing your legs up towards your shoulders and speeding up his thrusts, the deep angle almost making you scream in pleasure. his hand falls over your mouth, keeping you quiet as he leans over you, pumping into you and making tears of pleasure form in the corner of your eyes.

richie mutters, “mhm? yeah, yeah.” to eddie, but the sultry way he’s staring at you and the way your nails are raking down his back make you wonder if the words are also for you.

"yeah, she's helping me out, she's always so good like that." richie says, voice shockingly even for the way that he's fucking you into your mattress. and yeah, that definitely is for you.

the desperation and pleasure creep up on you alarmingly quick and you can't help the whimpers that quietly escape you - you thank god for the loud fan in your room to cover your noises.

richie hums to eddie a few more times, then he slaps your thigh gently as you try to close your legs from the pleasure, knowing when you cum you won't be able to keep quiet. it makes you feel even closer, though. "yeah, eds, i can do that. now listen, i got something important to finish off here so i'm going to give you back to my girl."

you bite your lip, feeling warm as you squirm under richie's touch, hands shakily taking the phone back from him and then richie’s kneeling above you, fucking you down into the mattress and filling you up fully. "eddie," you gasp, "i also have to go, i'll - i'll call you later?" you say, trying your hardest to hold off your orgasm as richie spits on your chest, licking and biting and leaving a love bite in the same spot as he thrusts hard into you.

"sure, bye y/n!" eddie chirps.

and then the second your finger presses the off button you're a begging mess, eyes screwing shut as you reach up to grip richie's neck. his hands push your knees up towards your head, hitting a spot that has you clenching around him, legs shaking as your chest stutters.

"please, richie, god, i'm going to kill you for that." you hiss, causing him to grin, "i fucking hate you, i hate you." you mutter, smacking his cheek lightly. the grin after you leave the smack makes you even closer to the edge, and his hands grip your tits as he leans towards your ear.

his strokes are hitting you deep and hotly as he chuckles, "you liked it. i saw it in your face. pathetic desperation. i can feel it." he whispers against your clammy skin, his fingers brushing against your slick heat as he mutters. your cheeks are hot in embarrassment, and you whimper in need.

you bite your lip hard, resisting a moan as a sharp cry falls from your lips, shaking as you beg, "richie, just - please, let me cum. please."

"you're so pretty when you beg, look at you. perfect little whore, talkin' on the phone to my best friend while i fuck you." he mutters, hand caressing your burning cheek as you whimper. "all mine, so eager and willing to do whatever i want."

you nod, "yes, i'm yours, just - please, please." you whimper. "please say i can cum."

he smiles as he kisses your nose, "would you do whatever i want?”

you stutter an exhale, “yes! fuck, richie, yes, yes i would. i’m yours.”

he smiles, “cum, then." you do after the next three thrusts, shaking and gasping and calling richie's name. the euphoria rushes through your body and makes your eyes roll back, chest rising and falling as richie rides you through your high.

only a minute later, richie pulls out of you, hand moving to pump himself. "my perfect slut." he mutters as you sit up slightly on shaky elbows, tongue out and mouth open as you pant, richie's hand moving in quick movements as he chases his own high. then he's grabbing your neck and pulling you toward him, moans leaving his lips as he cums in spurts onto your open tongue and down your chin, a bit dripping onto your chest. his thumb caresses you, opening your mouth wider and smearing his cum on your lips, wiping it from your tits and slapping them lightly, pinching your nipples and making you grin up at him.

and his chest is heaving as he smiles down at you, shaking his head as you swallow his cum, "christ, you're perfect doll." you tug his arms so that he falls down onto you and you're both chuckling as you become a tangled mess of limbs and beating hearts and blushy cheeks, sticky bodies cuddling close.

"he's going to find out." you say after a few seconds. richie hums, "what makes you say that, sugar? it's not like you were all 'richie, fuck me harder, please, yes!' while you were on the phone. that was only after." he teases, and you smack his chest lightly, "shut the fuck up, richie. i hate you." you say through a laugh. he's laughing too as he pulls you even closer, kissing your hairline, "i love you so much, y/n." he says, smiling giddily.

you pull his chin to you, kissing him sweetly. "i love you too, richie. but eddie's going to your place later, he's going to see that we didn't clean the room."

richie laughs, shrugging as he runs a hand through his messy curls, "let 'em guess. it's funnier that way." and then he's kissing you, rolling on top of you and tickling your sides as you scream and squeal.

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#richie tozier x reader #richie tozier smut #losers club x reader #losers club smut #eddie kaspbrak x reader #not rly at all tbh but he's there

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sunshine-on-my-mind · 3 years

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I’ve had this thought for a while now: where Ransom (who has only been with basically Victoria secret models) sees plus size! Reader at a club and thinks she’s cute and decides to hook up only to basically become obsessed with reader bc the coochie was too good for him to have it for one night. I’ve never seen this concept before. if you don’t feel comfortable to write this that’s absolutely fine. Like I said it’s a concept I’ve had in my mind for a while now and I just needed to get it out there.

a/n: hi nonnie, thank you for sending in this concept <3 i really like this idea but i don’t know if i can do justice to it but i’ll try to write something good. and i didn’t write smut just the implications are there so i don’t know if this is how you wanted it to be but i hope you like it!

Ransom Drysdale x Plus size Reader

also am i taking requests now?? well i guess i am, send in your thoughts or ideas and i’ll try to write a little about them!!

18+ MINORS DNI

warning: implied smut, mentions of sex, curse words, Ransom being Ransom which is a warning of course!!

Ransom didn’t think he can be addicted to a person, that’s not who he is. he doesn’t want people, people want him. then why can’t he stop thinking about her?

it all started when he saw (y/n) at the club that night where he was actually with a date, a model, wait was she model? she had bored him so much he had toned out everything she was saying, he generally has a type - models, victoria’s secret type. but when he was scanning through the bar, in hopes of getting a break from her boring words, his eyes landed on (y/n).

well she wasn’t his usual type, but her curves were literally calling him. wow, she is gorgeous, so attractive and ransom wanted her? wait what did he? again he is usually the one in demand, wanted by everyone, so this feels new. he can’t help it though, he wants her, a taste of her, the way she is twirling her drink, she seems bored too. Lucky for her, Ransom can be the perfect source of entertainment. He excuses himself from his boring date and makes a beeline towards (y/n) who was sitting on a stool at the bar. “bored?” he asks. (y/n) replies without even looking at him. “oh, what gives?” attractive and sarcastic? oh Ransom definitely wants her.

Later that night, Ransom did find her in his bed. After rounds of steamy, loud, rough yet passionate sex, they both pant heavily, laying next to each other. Ransom can swear this is the best he has ever had, and he wants more. how is she so addictive? her body, god her beautiful curvy soft body, and to top it off her smart and quick wit? he has never been this attracted to anyone, fuck, most of the time he doesn’t even care to think about his one night stands but this is different, new. scary, yet exciting.

“what are you thinking pretty boy? how to get me out of your home ASAP?” she giggles. he looks at her with his signature smirk. “quite the opposite gorgeous, i am an expert at sex, but not other things, so honestly my dating skills are a bit rusty, would you mind helping me out to make them better?” she pushes herself up on her elbows. “wait are you asking me out? you really seem like a one night stand type of man.” he chuckles pulling her close “i am, but there’s something about you.” she feigns shock. “oh my oh my, pretty boy finds me interesting, how shocking! alright i’ll go out with you, just to make sure your dating skills are all brushed up to perfection” he smirks and kisses her “well i hope you’re in for a long run because it’s gonna take me quite some time to get back in the game and i’ll hope you would be beside me to make sure i’m doing good” she winks “i will try my best pretty boy.”

Ransom Drysdale is done for. She has made him feel more things in one night, in one encounter than he probably has felt in his entire life. He surely looks forward to know more about her.

#ask answered✨#request #thoughts #ransom drysdale x plus size reader #ransom drysdale x reader #chris evans x plus size reader #chris evans x reader #meera writes <3

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AmongUs

Summary: You decided to play AmongUs with your best friend and troll some randoms in there, what you didn’t really expect was to meet an extremely handsome stranger that has to offer you things your ex boyfriends never did.

Genre: smut, romance, No quirks looool

Word count: 7.5k

Warnings: 18+ (minors fuck off kindly), creampie, multiple orgasms, fingering, forced orgasm, daddy kink, dom!Dabi, orgasm denial, praising!

I had lots of fun writing this! Hope you enjoy it <3

,, Girl, you promised that you’ll come over tonight’’ you whined loudly over the phone, as your best friend Nejire told you that she won’t be able to make it, breaking your plans into tiny little pieces. Damn her childhood friend and his whole family deciding to come exactly today over, ruining your perfect evening with your best friend.

,, Yeah, but we can drink and play, doesn’t matter if we ain’t together, I’m sure he’ll like to play with us ‘’ you could almost feel her smile on the other line, and with only that you couldn’t even think about being mad at her, knowing very well how much she loves that guy. Probably in a way that no friends love each other.

,, Yeah, yeah. But girl, if you dich me tonight and let me troll people on my own, I’ll never forgive you’’ you smiled, knowing very well that she won’t do that. The two of you spend too much time playing stupid games together, drinking till you are comfortable enough to argue with strangers online, and troll the shit out of them.

Since it was weekend, and you were spending time on your own, you decided to start drinking a bit earlier. Turning on a movie, you started sipping on your wine, exchanging some texts with your best friend every now and then.

Your first glass was done way too fast, and you were already sitting in front of your computer with your forth glass beside the keyboard, and a cigarette in your right hand, texting a code to Nejire as you puffed on your cigarette.

The moment you saw one familiar and one not so familiar usernames getting into the private lobby , you smiled widely once Nejire started laughing loudly.

,, HAHAHA BITCH WHAT KIND OF NAME IS THAT’’ she screamed, as her lover boy giggled quietly beside her, probably too shy to say anything.

,, What is wrong with Kentuckycriedfricken?’’ you asked, as you slowly tapped with your fingers over the table. Well, you weren’t so creative tonight, but you could only blame alcohol on that.

,, Why the fuck are you called TURKEY_SANDWICH’’ you added another question, not giving her a chance to answer to your first one.

,,BECAUSE I’M CARVING ONE’’Nejire screamed, and in that moment you knew very well that she drank as much as you did, if not even more. You giggled to yourself, as you watched the room getting full, some people talking, some texting in the chat and some simply waiting.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance, once you saw all the people commenting START In the small chat box. There was something about it that was pissing you off, making you kick or ban anyone who writes it. This time, you were too busy laughing with your friend, and instead doing any of it, you simply started the game.

CREWMATE

You sighed in relief, taking a sip of your wine, as Nejire ran around you with her friend, singing loudly. Ignoring the two of them, you made your way to the Admin room, to swipe the card, not so surprised once you saw a crew of other players doing the same thing.

,,KENTUCKYCRIEDFRICKEN WHERE ARE YOU’’ you heard Nejire once she entered the room. Once she noticed the cyan color hiding in the crowd she hurried with her Pink character toward you.

,,Wanna watch me scan?’’ she asked, making you giggle as she just gave you the secret code, making sure you know that she’s the Impostor.

,,Nah, Imma pass’’ you said, getting out of the room. You were pretty sure she’ll win the game, since she had you and her friend on her damn side, but you did wish you could know who the other Impostor is. Ignoring her, you made your way toward the Weapons, to clear the damn Asteroids and just look for someone to play around with. These people were way too quiet for your taste.

,,Heyyyy what’s up man?’’ you almost screamed excitedly when you saw a dark blue character, hopefully a crewmate, standing there and clearing Asteroids, or you thought so. You forced your voice a pitch higher, giggling to yourself, knowing how stupid you sound.

,,Oh my god, how old are you?’’ the stranger asked. The moment you spoke, all the giggles were gone. That guys voice was so damn deep, you literally had to lit a cigarette before you decided to speak up again.

,,Old enough’’ you laughed, refusing to tell him your real age just now.

,,Older than 18?’’ he asked, as you were shooting those Asteroids, not that focused.

,, Of course’’ you gasped, rolling your eyes, like he might see you.

,, Thanks God.. Do you play Amongus often ?’’ he asked, not even knowing that his fucking voice was doing things to you.

,, Amongus is my favoire game’’ you said, finishing your task. The way he talked to you, you were almost sure that he was trying to troll you a bit there, probably thinking you are one of those uwu pick me girls.

,,Mhmm.. you’re up pretty late.. what’s your bed time?’’ he asked, and with that question you were more than sure that he was messing around.

,, Daddy beats me if I don’t go to bed at 9’’ you tried to hold your laugh, and you could almost hear the stranger doing the same thing you do.

,, Ohh, I could be your daddy and I would never do that to you ‘’ he said. In that moment, if it wasn’t for his voice, you would probably just laugh loudly and just go away. But damn, the way he said that.

,,HAHHAHA YOU CRAZY FUCK’’ You choked out, once you got out of your little dream, liking how he played along.

,, So that’s your real voice’’ he mumbled, small muffed laugh following the sentence, as you ran away from him. You didn’t hear a voice like that for a long time, and you really hoped that the dude will follow you around for the rest of the game.

Which at your surprise happened.

You were about to ask him some stupid question, but in that very moment someone found a fucking body.

,,Pink killed white and just jumped into the vent in front of me’’ some dude accused Nejire, and that’s when you knew that you have to jump in.

,, I saw Pink scan tho, so that makes you pretty sus dude’’ you lied without thinking twice. Yeah, you knew that it’s more fun if you play by the rules, and don’t team up.. but Nejire is rarely the Impostor and she’s always so damn excited when she wins.

,, Yeah, that’s Pretty sus… ‘’ your new friend said, probably believing you, since you two spent some short time together.

At the end of the short meeting, White was voted out.

You made your way to Reactor to do your task, and Nejire and her friend followed you, probably to look a bit clear to others. You hated the task you had to do, so you took your time, ignoring the loud laughs coming from your friend.

Shortly, the voice of Nejire was changed with the deep one.

,, So, what do you do usually?’’ he asked, as you tried to start the reactor. You had trouble with that task without being tipsy, so alcohol wasn’t really helping in your current situation.

,, I’m streets salesman of burgers’’ you joked, making him laugh a bit. Only to end up telling him that you are actually a student, having a mini job at the café near where you live. You weren’t even sure if his voice was making you speak up or the alcohol, but you almost found yourself telling him the story of your life.

,, Where are you going?’’ he asked you, as you made your way toward Electrical, stopping once the lights got off. You didn’t want to look sus to him, but you didn’t want to go there, since everyone knows that the first person that enters the room will end up dead.

,,Well, I wanted to go to electrical, to do my task, but not so sure about it anymore’’ you said honestly, running around him.

,, Come on, I’ll keep you safe’’ he laughed, and you followed him. The moment you were about to do your task, the game finished, showing how the Impostors won.

You heart almost skipped a beat when you saw In the chat box how your dark blue feiend was the second Impostor. You found it extremely cute that he had way too many chances to kill you and he never did. Instead of killing you, he was simply chatting with you.

CREWMATE

Usually you were the one to hate playing as impostor, always feeling the pressure and thinking that you’ll ruin the game for the other impostor, but tipsy like that, you wished you could be one now, and kill some crewmates around.

,, Doll, teaming ain’t nice’’ deep voice told you as you were downloading the data in the Cafeteria.

,, Awh, come on, she needs a bit of support’’ you said, focused on his voice more than on your task. ,,After all you just used me to clear yourself and look less sus’’ you added and he sighed loudly, acting shocked that you could even think of him like that.

You thought that the little play with the stranger will be just one time ‘’experience’’, but at your surprise he asked you for your instagram at the end. Usually you aren’t the one to share your personal information’s with others, and you also weren’t sure what you’re getting into, yet you found yourself giving him your username before you turned the computer off and drifted into a deep sleep.

Once you woke up, your phone was blown up with notifications, every single one from instagram. One text message and the rest of it were likes.

[Touyaf]:

,,Well, didn’t expect you to be this pretty.. super glad I met you there ’’

You smiled to yourself as you read the little message, with one of your post attached to it. Tapping on his username, your eyes almost widened in shock once you realized that not only his fucking voice was attractive. The dude was a motherfucking snack, and you had a pretty big luck that you found him in that silly lobby.

To Touyaf:

,, Heyy, you ain’t looking bad either lol same, let’s play together again ‘’

You replied, before you returned to his profile to like some photos he posted. Being honest, you didn’t know what to expect, but what you didn’t expect was a black haired guy, with piercings and tattoos covering his body. He definitely didn’t look like someone who spends his time on computer playing fucking Among us.

Hopping out of your bed, you made your way to get ready for the day. There were many things you planned to do, so you didn’t really want to waste your time. The faster you’re done, the more time you’ll have at the end.

After you packed all the post you had to send for your work, you headed to the bus station, hoping you’ll be able to catch the next bus. At your surprise Dabi was replying to your messages way too fast, making it one of the conversations where your eyes simply have to stay glued to your phone.

You found it almost funny how you ended up checking up your phone more often than usual, for someone you didn’t even meet yet. Sure, his profile looks legit, but the possibility that some attention thirsty freak is hiding behind that profile will be there till you meet him personally.

Once you finished everything up, you made your way toward the little Game shop, the one you were a well known costumer in. The now not so new Crash Bandicoot game that got out months ago was finally on the sale. You wanted to buy it the same day it got out, but $75 was too much, and it’s not like you’re shitting money.

The moment you bought the game, you wished you could fucking teleport yourself home, but sadly, you still had stuff to do and the game had to wait.

Your steps felt heavy, as you pushed yourself in the crowd, trying to keep your balance. Someone’s shoulder almost knocked you out, making your blood boil in just a damn second. Turning your head to the side, more than ready to fight, a smile crept on your face once you realized who you’re facing.

,, OH MY fucking god ‘’ you gasped, pointing every word out.

,, Woww, you’re alive’’ your cousin laughed, once she realized that you were ready to throw some hands. You really wanted to go home, but since ALL OF SUDDEN, both you and your cousin had some time, she forced you to go grab a coffee with her.

The two of you wanted to meet for a long time, but yet none of you could manage to get some free time and meet.

,, Yeah, Kai went to that Music program. The whole town was voting for him, didn’t you know that?’’ she said, talking about your childhood friend that always wanted to become famous.

,, Wow, strong community ‘’ you joked, acting surprised. Even tho he was your friend, you had to be honest. He couldn’t sing for shit.

The two of you ended up spending much more time than you planned to, and you ended up not minding it at all. You actually enjoyed talking about random shit form the last with her.

,, Wow, I didn’t think Bonnie is still alive. That dog could sense us from far away, so weird’’ your cousin said, sipping on her now cold coffee. ,, You think she would still smell or sense me if I would be on my way to your parents house ?’’ she added, eyes almost twinkling excitedly.

,, She can definitely smell your stinky ass’’ you joked, playing with the metal straw in your drink.

,, Oh eat shit, I’m sweating so much that I’m showering two times a day’’ she protested, slapping your arm playfully.

,,And even that ain’t helping’’ you laughed loudly once you saw her disgusted face.

The two of you finally parted ways, once you told her that you have some other important plans, deciding its better not to tell her that you’re dying to go home and play the game you bought.

You almost teared up once you were finally in your pajamas, laying comfortably on your couch and playing the game. You almost teared up, when you chose the retro function of the game, where you can get and loose life, thinking you’re the old school gamer. Oh, how fast you changed it once you realized how hard the game is.

After playing the game for two hours, you realized that you definitely won’t be able to finish it in one night. You were glad that the production was aiming for the old public, but you didn’t expect it to be that hard.

[Touyaf]:

,,The game is dope as fuckkkk, but too easy imo’’

You smiled when you saw that he replied to the picture you posted on the story.

To Touyaf:

,, Are you insane ? I’m on the same level thirty fucking minutes now :( ‘’

You replied, as you continued with the game, only to pause it after one minute of gameplay just to check your phone when you saw the instagram notification.

[Touyaf]:

,, Want me to help you?’’

To Toyuaf:

,, How ?’’

[Touyaf]:

,, Send me your address ‘’

Your eyes widened when you saw what he wrote, too scared to open the message he sent you. Of course you wanted to meet him, but so fast ? And at this time ?

Was that really smart ?

Well, it doesn’t matter if it’s smart or not, you ended up sending him your address, last name and running around in the middle of the night and cleaning your apartment anyway. You found yourself smiling the whole time while hysterically cleaning around. You didn’t know if he is living near or far, yet there was so much to do. It was very visible that you weren’t expecting any guests.

Luckily for you, it took him some time to arrive, giving you a chance to clear everything nicely and throw your clothes that were laying around into the closet.

The moment you heard the doorbell you got nervous like a little teenage girl that was about to go on her first date and the moment you opened the door, you were more than sure that you made the right decision when you sent him your address.

Was is possible that someone could be that handsome ? At one point you thought that he was just photogenic when you scrolled his Insta feed, you thought maybe he knew his angles. But damn, the dude standing in front of you was someone you would spread your legs for without thinking twice.

,,Hey, nice to finally meet you’’ he said, giving you a small hug which you definitely didn’t expect. ,, You look even prettier than on photos’’ he added, smiling at you.

,, You think? Thank you. You too’’ you said awkwardly. Usually you are much more confident, and you don’t have problem with communication, but the fact that this handsome dude you barely know, is in your apartment, made your legs shake.

,, I mean, you are really handsome’’ you added fast, trying to break that creepiness in your voice, giving yourself a mental facepalm once you realized that he was holding back his laugh. You almost looked like fucking Bella from Twilight. Was that necessary ?

,, What do you want to drink? Tea ? Coffee? Orange juice ? Wine ?’’ you asked, preparing the glass. He probably noticed how nervous you are and that made you even more nervous. Everything that could go wrong, is going wrong right now.

,, Well, I’m really up for some wine’’ Touya said as he sat comfortably on your couch.

THANKS GOD. You weren’t sure if you would be able to survive being in the same room with him while drinking a fucking chamomile tea.

,, You can’t beat this level? This one ?You can’t be for real’’ he laughed, as you placed two glasses and one bottle of wine on the table.

,, Are you dissing my gaming skills ?’’ you laughed, pouring the wine in the glass while he was playing the game like it was nothing.

,, Ah please, how many times did you paly it ?’’ you whined loudly, as he played almost perfectly.

,, Oh thanks God, you are a smoker, I was already stressing myself out if I’ll have to go out for every cigarette’’ Touya said once he saw you lit a cigarette.

After your second glass of wine, all the nervousness was gone. The two of you were having pretty much a fun time playing the game and drinking together.

,, What are you doing ???’’ he asked, almost screaming once you died in the game, without getting to the checkpoint.

,, MY BEST, I’M DOING MY BEST’’ You screamed back, throwing the controller to his direction, one again feeling defeated.

After that night, Touya started visiting you more often, and every night he would visit you, the two of you would drown a bottle of wine. You didn’t expect him to be such a cool person actually. In your opinion he did look like someone who’s full of himself.

Also, when you told Nejire that you met the dude from Among us, she immediately started lecturing you about how he could have killed you, totally ignoring the fact that you were standing in front of her alive and more healthy than you ever were.

,, Anyway, they have one appointment free today ‘’ Nejire said, as the two of you walked down the street, going to your usual café.

,, What are you talking about ?’’ you asked confused.

,, About escape room you stupid bitch’’ she said, hitting your arm lightly like she was talking about it clearly before.

,, Nejire, if the two of us go, one hour won’t be enough for us to get out of it’’ you pointed, knowing very well that neither of you is capable of figuring anything out on your own, especially not some scary ass escape room.

,, Ye, but I can ask Mirio to come, and you can ask the Dabi dude’’ she said, rising her eyebrows at you. Well that wasn’t a really bad idea actually.

Both Mirio and Dabi agreed, and while sipping on your coffee the two of you reserved the room. It was pretty much unplanned, and you had around 2 hours until your appointment, but you were really glad it worked out.

,, Girl, you should see my little sister today, girlie is only 3 years old, and she already flirts better than you and me together’’ Nejire giggled, as you gave her one questioning look.

,, She met some boy at playground today. You should see the looks they were giving each other. They even started talking in their baby language, discussing something’’ she said, making you laugh as you imagined her baby sister hitting on some other kid. You were never a person that could deal with kids, but her sister was really special.

Once the Mirio arrived, Nejire got all quiet, which almost made you laugh out loud, since she’s nothing like that usually. She did tell you before, that the two of them hooked up after one of the birthday parties you attended, but you almost forget about that.

,, What can I get you?’’ the waiter asked Mirio, as you and Nejire talked excitedly about escaperoom.

,, One Matte Lacchiato’’ Mirio said, trying to follow what you were talking about, while the waiter was looking at him confused, not sure if he’s joking or not.

,, You mean Latte macchiato ??’’ Nejire asked, trying to hold her laugh. The moment the waiter left, none of you had to hold it back anymore.

,, Dude, Matte Lacchiato ? Really?’’ you laughed loudly.

,, Fuck off, I’m not a coffee person’’ Mirio snapped, his face all red from embarrassment.

,, One Paccuccino please’’ you joked, making Mirio roll his eyes.

,, One Sepresso please’’ Nejire laughed loudly , while Mirio was mumbling something under his breath, hating the both of you in the moment.

,,By the way, I don’t like this thing, tastes like nothing’’ he said, as giving it to Nejire to try it out.

,, Out of 1 to 10, how many points would you give to this Matte Lacchiato?’’ Nejire asked, giggling, giving him a sign that she’ll never forget the silly mistake he said.

,,2 points. One for having balls to sell it, and another one because I’m such a good hearted person’’ he said, pushing the drink to the side.

The moment you saw Touya enter the café, you started waving around with your hands, helping him find you.

,, What took you so long ?’’ you asked, as he took a seat next to you. He looked good as usual, wearing oversized purple shirt, and black pants with nike airforce.

,, I was in the middle of a jog when you texted me’’ he said putting his both hands in the air, feeling attakced.

,, Oh that sounds fun’’ you joked, as you rolled your cigarette.

,, Yeah? I’ll call you next time to come with’’ he said, also rolling a cigarette, while giving you a side look.

,, Not that fun’’ you laughed.

,, dude, the last time we jogged together, she had to call a taxi to bring her back home’’ Mirio said, making Touya laugh.

,, Trueeee, I had to pour water all over her face when we were jogging together’’ Nejire added, remembering the accident that happened back in the days.

,,Oh shut up, I had to put your fucking legs up hoping you wont collapse’’ you laughed. Sure, both Mirio and Touya were in better shape than you, but Nejire ? Girl was on the same level.

,, And stop it, stop dissing me! I’m a victim of a hate crime right now” you whined loudly, as all of them laughed.

When the time came, all of you made your way to the escaperoom. After you checked in and paid, you and Touya went out to smoke one more cigarette since you had some time before the game starts.

,, So, what will you do after this ?’’ Touya asked, placing his arm around you as you puffed on your cigarette.

,, I don’t have any plans yet, why ? Wanna come over ?’’ you asked, mentally holding your shit together once he said that he’ll gladly come.

He was too close, wayyyy too close. You could even smell his fucking perfume.

Once the game started all of you were more than lost, having hard time finding the clues. You were in some basement looking room with tons of books. Touya and you found the first clue, some numbers written on the small closet as a code for opening the box that Mirio found.

Mirio found the second code, that led you to the box with the key that was opening the door.

,, Oh my god guys, there are number on the closet’’ Nejire screamed loudly, making all of you laugh.

,, Sweetie we passed that part long time ago.’’ Mirio said pinching her cheek. You were pretty sure that she was a bit lost, because Mirio was giving her way too much attention.

The next room was even darker than the first one, full of some weird family photos, crosses and blood. All of you were trying to work together, you agreed to use the Woky toky only when needed, yet the person who held it didn’t really give a shit about your agreement.

,, We need help’’ Mirio said, while the rest of you whined loudly since it was probably the third time he’s using it by now.

,, Dude, do you like the worker here ?’’ you asked him, as you took the photo of the wall.

,, No, why?’’ he asked you back, almost confused.

,, Because you are constantly talking to him. I swear you didn’t even talk to your ex that much ‘’ you said, making Touya laugh a bit.

The game continued with all of you in a rush to figure things out. One clue led to another one, and you opened some small room, where someone had to go inside to pull some weird looking rope.

Luckily for all of you, Mirio volunteered. The moment he pulled the rope down, some weird as cockroaches fall down on him, making him get out of the small room faster then he got in there.

,, Fucking shit, I didn’t sign for this’’ he whined, sighing in relief once he realized that those cockroaches are plastic one.

,, I swear, if that shit fell onto me, I would smash the red button without thinking twice’’ Nejire said in disgust.

,, This game is hard as fuck’’ you sighed, as you held some weird box with some knifes in your hand.

,, Wanna know what else is hard ?’’ Touya said quietly, making your eyes widen in shock.

,, Excuse me?’’ you couldn’t believe what he was asking you, here in front of your friends.

,, This cross. Oh my god, didn’t expect you to be that dirty minded doll’’ Touya laughed loudly, making you blush. In your Defense, he sounded like he was talking about his dick. He definitely didSl.

At the end, the 4 of you made it out of the room few minutes before the game ended. The moment you opened the door, you found the worker that explained the game and led you to the room standing in front of the very same door. Probably ready to get you all out.

,, This was so embarrassing ‘’ Nejire laughed as all of you got out of the building.

,, Yeah, imagine if we didn’t figure it out, what would he tell us ? Sorry but yall have to die now’’ Mirio said.

,, Well, maybe if you used the time we had for figuring everything out, instead of talking with the dude over the Wokytoky, MAYBE we would do better’’ you laughed, as Mirio told you to fuck off.

After Mirio and Nejire left, you and Touya made your way to your apartment, still talking and laughing about the whole game.

The two of you played among us, teaming up against some randoms on a whole new level. He was sitting way too close to you, like there was no place on the couch at all. Of course, you didn’t mind that, but you would lie if you said that you could focus on the game fully.

,, You are so cute’’ Touya pointed when you killed someone in front of him, not even hiding the fact that you are teaming.

He was complimenting you and being touchy with you more then usual.

,, So, are you really into daddy kink?’’ you asked, as you remembered the first time you played together.

,,Maybe ‘’ Touya smirked, focused on the game.

,, Naughty naughtyyy’’ you laughed, killing some other crewmate.

Once you had enough of the game, the two of you ended up just chit chatting about some stupid things, still in the same position as you were in before. The only difference was that Touya was slowly caressing your skin.

,, You wanna sleep over ?’’ you asked, once you realized that it was getting really late.

,, Well, definitely not if I have to crash on this couch’’ he said, making you giggle quietly.

,, Ah, you know I wouldn’t let you sleep here.’’ You mumbled quietly, avoiding eye contact with him.

,, Awhh, is my little doll implying that I can share her bed with her ?’’ Dabi teased. His arm was wrapped around you, rubbing small circles on your right hip gently.

,, Maybe ?’’ you said, trying to focus on anything else than his hand playing around.

,, Anyway, doll, I want to ask you something’’ he muttered, stopping his movements suddenly. You changing your position to have a better look of him, was your answer to go on.

,, Do play a lot with other people online?’’ he asked. You blinked slowly, not sure if that’s really a question he wanted to spit out. It seemed like it would be something more important.

,, Uh, I’m usually playing with Nejire. Why ?’’ you replied, confusion written all over your face. At your surprise, Dabi wrapped his arms around you, forcing you onto his lap like you were a small and weightless playtoy.

,, You know, I don’t like sharing what’s mine. ‘’ he expressed, placing his both hands on your tights, moving them up and down slowly.

,, Yours ?’’ you weren’t sure what was going on, and you definitely didn’t expect that silly question to go this way.

,, Doll, you’ve been mine the moment you sent me your address. What I meant was, you’ve met me so easily, I sure hope you ain’t like that with everyone on the internet.’’ His voice was somehow even more deeper than usual, and maybe it’s weird, but the position you were in was lowkey turning you on.

Maybe the fact that his behavior changed so fast, maybe the fact that he wanted you all for himself .

,, Honesty, I never share my personal information online, since you never know who’s hiding on the other side, but there was something about you. I just wanted to stay in contact with you’’ you responded, playing with your fingers like a lost child.

Instead of replying, he placed his hands on your cheek, pulling you slowly into a kiss, which you accepted gladly. It was the first time you felt such huge attraction for someone, and you were more than happy to give him anything he wants.

Maybe it’s weird to feel such a thing for someone you didn’t know that well, but everyone starts somewhere, right ?

His hands were going up and down your waist, lips never leaving your own. The moment you put your arms up, helping him remove the shirt you were wearing, you felt him smirk into the kiss. Once your shirt was off, he leaned back into the couch, having a better view of you, half naked sitting in his lap.

His right hand was playing with the strap of your bra, and the other one was holding you on his lap firmly. To him, you were the most beautiful little thing that he placed his eyes on, and he was more than grateful that you didn’t freak out because of his small confession.

You couldn’t wait anymore. Bending over, you connected your lips with his own again. His hands moved to your ass, giving it one good squeeze, before he got a firmer grip of you, pushing you up with himself and making his way to your bedroom.

Once he placed you on your bed, he took his shirt of, throwing it somewhere on the floor, as he climbed on top of you. All you could do was close your eyes and moan quietly once you felt his lips on your neck, sucking and biting it gently.

His lips were moving down, from your neck to your chest. From your chest to your stomach, leaving wet love bites on his way down.

Once he got so low, that he was almost between your legs, he unbuttoned your pants slowly, pulling your panties just a little bit down to leave kisses down there.

After few kisses, he gave you a sign to push your hips up a bit, and you did so. The moment you did it, Touya pulled your pants, together with your underwear down, leaving you in nothing else than your bra.

,, Take of your bra’’ he commanded, as he got lost between your legs. You wanted to do it, you really did, but once you felt his tongue on your pussy, you weren’t capable to even think straight, yet to remove your bra.

He was sucking and biting your clit, like no one ever before, making you throw your head back into your pillow as you enjoyed what he was giving you. You cradled your hands into his hair, as you felt thousand things at the same time. You’ve never desired someone so much, and the fact that the person you desired like no one else in your whole life was between your legs eating you out, was driving you crazy on a whole new level.

Dabi felt the same, it was the very first time he felt pleasure while he ate someone out, he was craving you like a mad man.

His tongue was doing wonders to you, and the moment you felt his finger slowly enter you, you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to get control over yourself.

,, Gotta loosen up my doll a little bit’’ he mumbled, savoring your pussy. The way he ate you out was getting sloppier and sloppier. Once he added another finger, your grip on is hair got stronger, giving him a sign that it hurts a bit.

,, Baby, how will you take my dick if you ain’t capable of taking ony two fingers ?’’ he looked up, smirking at you. Once you gave him a weak nod, he started moving his fingers in and out of you, slowly, giving you time to adjust.

Once he heard you moan, he started moving his fingers a little faster, as he started to rub your clit with his other hand.

,,Oh god’’ you moaned loudly, as pleasure took all over your body. Your orgasm hit you pretty unexpectedly, making you hide your face with your hands in embarrassment. You never came so quickly.

He definitely knows what’s he doing. None of your ex boyfriends made you cum so fast. All they did was simply missionary sex, with no talk at all. Few humps and done.

,, Open your mouth’’ Touya commanded, not giving you a chance to understand what was going on and why he wanted you to open your mouth for him. You felt two wet and sticky fingers rub your lips. You couldn’t even open your mouth fully, as he already shoved his two fingers in it.

,, Suck’’ grabbing your hands with his own and pushing them down, he had to see you, even tho he knew very well how embarrassed you felt in that moment.

Of course you did as he told you, as he held your chin, forcing you to look right at him as you cleaned his fingers that just pleasured you.

,, Such a good girl’’ Touya said, caressing your cheek gently, before he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, trying to free his throbbing dick out of the pants.

,, Didn’t I tell you to take your bra off ?’’ he asked, smirk forming on his lips. ,, Oh, so you don’t like to follow daddys orders ?’’ he added, climbing on top of you.

,, I ..’’ you didn’t even know what you wanted to say, you honestly forgot that you even had your bra on. Instead of saying anything, Touya only laughed, flipping you on your stomach, as he unclipped your bra in one movement.

,, I really wanted to be gentle with you, but if you are not capable in following small orders what will happen later with the big ones?’’ he asked, kissing the back of your neck slowly. You weren’t sure what to say, for you, that wasn’t a big deal, and honestly you didn’t know much about daddy kink.

,, Sorry daddy’’ you said, closing your eyes. It felt weird to call him daddy, but now that you knew that he likes it, you did it anyway.

,, Sorry doesn’t help doll. Daddy has to fuck you into obedience’’ he said, pulling the lower part of your body up. He took a good look of you, before he started rubbing the tip of his dick around your core. The view of you, with your ass up made his dick twitch, and he couldn’t wait anymore.

He shoved his dick into you with one move, forcing your body to move away from him out of the reflex. But Touya wasn’t buying that, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking you back.

,, You good?’’ He asked. You could hear concern in his voice, and you found it really cute how he suddenly changed.

,, Yes, that was hot ‘’ you said embarrassed, glad he was not facing you.

,, Good, because I ain’t stopping’’ with that, he started rocking his hips into you, as he pulled your head back, hand still holding your hair keeping you in the place he wanted you to be in.

So much about the concern.

,, So fucking tight’’ he groaned, as he fucked fast and hard into you, making your bed crack with every move. You found yourself moaning louder then before, it felt like he was forcing every moan out of you with every snap of his hips against your own.

The moment you felt his fingers on your clit, your walls squeezed around him. Once again embarrassed that you are so close, so fast.

,, Oh nah, you ain’t gonna cum yet’’ he whispered in your ear, leaving your clit and grabbing your hips with his both hands.

,, Ehhh pleaseeee, please daddy’’ you moaned, pushing the embarrassment away.

,, Baby, If you cum now, I’ll make sure you cum at least two more times before I finish you want it or not’’ he said, stopping his movements. Usually, when you had sex you were lucky if you could orgasm even once, since the guys only thought about themselves. You weren’t really sure if you could do it for him. You weren’t sure if you were capable to do it at all.

,, I’ll take that as yes’’ Touya laughed, moving his hips suddenly, his hand back on your clit and rubbing it so fast that he literally forced the orgasm he stopped few moments ago.

You moaned loudly, losing the power in your body. If Touya wasn’t holding you, you would definitely just fall down. He moved his hips slowly, making sure your orgasm lasts long enough for you to see the stars.

Once he was sure you are done, he flipped you over onto your back, spreading your legs with his hands, as he gave you one passionate kiss. You were too focused on the kiss, not realizing that he entered you again, only to realized it once he started moving again.

He was fucking you like there was no tomorrow, not breaking the kiss at all. You could feel his dick hitting your cervix with every move. You found yourself wrapping your arms around him, trying to find some comfort while he fucked the light out of you.

,, Come on baby, cum for your daddy’’ he groaned, enjoying how tightly your walls were squeezing him in that moment.

,, I can’t, oh my god, I really can’t ‘’ you whined, digging your nails into his skin, as he once again started playing with your clit. You felt both pain and pleasure while played with it, forcing the third orgasm out of you.

,, Of course you can, look at you, such a good girl’’ This time he didn’t slow down, letting you enjoy it, instead he was fucking you even harder and faster then before, making the orgasm that hit you almost painful, but yet still good and pleasurable.

With every move he did, you dag your nails deeper into the flesh of his back, moaning loudly not giving a single fuck if your neighbors could hear you or not.

,, One more baby’’ Touya groaned, hitting your g spot all over again. ,, Only one more baby, you can do it ‘’ he added as he rocked his hips against yours. You were so fucking sensitive, that you literally felt every vein of his dick rubbing against your walls. Maybe you were imagining, but it felt like you could literally feel the shape of his whole dick inside you, every inch of it.

He was fucking you in a reckless pace, once again rubbing your clit, while telling you how you’re such a good girl for him and how you’re gonna milk his cock so nicely. Once Touya felt that he was close, once he realized that he won’t last much longer, he started rubbing your clit with more pressure, forcing himself even more into you then before.

,, Come on baby, cum all over my cock’’ he groaned, as you moaned loudly. The moment he forced your last orgasm out of you, he groaned loudly as he was chasing his own high, painting your walls white with his seed.

The moment he came, he slowed down, still not stopping his movements completely. Fucking his seed deep into you. Because of the fact that you came fucking four times, and that he shoot loads and loads of his own seed into you, you were almost sure that you were already leaking on your bed.

,, Are you okay?’’ Touya asked, placing soft kissed on your neck, while his dick was still inside of you. ,, Did I go too far ?’’ he added, once he realized that you aren’t answering.

,, Oh god no, this was amazing’’ you whispered, tilting your head to the side. Touya kissed you, not being able to hold his smile at all. After the kiss, he wore his boxers and made his way to your bedroom, only to come back moments later with a warm towel.

After he cleaned you up, he helped you wear your panties, giving you his shirt instead of your own, before the two of you fall asleep in each others arms.

In that moment, you felt grateful for existence of that silly game where you met this handsome stranger. Who would have thought that Amongus can be a better match maker than Tinder.

You sure didn’t.

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angsty-omi · 3 years

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you get jealous of their manager

suna rintarou; sakusa kiyoomi

angst to fluff, hurt/comfort.

suna rintarou

when rin told you about the new manager, you didn’t expect her to be blonde, curvy, and absolutely gorgeous. honestly, just looking at her made you insecure. the way all the boys gawked at her everytime she walked by. you didn’t care about the boys though, you only cared about a boy, your boyfriend rin. she’s with him longer than he’s with you. practices take up most of his day, so you only saw him once he got to your shared apartment where he was too tired to do anything that exterted energy. to be fair, you were fine just staying in, but imagining him with her during practices made you uncomfortable.

it was even worse when he’d go out to dinner with the team and her. you couldn’t remember the last time he’d even ask you on a date. you hated the way he stopped trying once you started dating. starting to reach the AMs when you called him.

“y/n?” his slurred tone showed that he was drunk.

“suna? where are you? it’s almost 12 am.” you scolded. how could you not? he’s drunk and with a girl that you were very envious of.

“first of all, can you chill? i literally told you that i’d be out with the boys, i don’t understand why you’re getting so upset,”

“upset? you’re literally out with a girl who’s very attarctive” you frustrated.

“oh i see what this is now, you’re jealous and you don’t trust me.”

“it’s not a matter of trust, it’s just i fe-feel uncomfortable and i oh i don’t know wanted to talk about it?” you started to raise your voice. the attempt to set a boundary has failed, and rather was replaced with you being the enemy.

“she’s my friend y/n, get over it because you’ll be seeing a lot more of her,” rin hissed.

“i’m not telling you who you can be friends with or not, but you have to understand where i’m coming from” you murmured.

“just leave me alone, i can be friends with whoever i want, and the last thing i’m going to do is let a bitch dictate that.” suna argued loudly.

it was followed up by silence, with a girl voice cutting in, “rin-rin let’s do this song together!” in a high pitch squeal caught the mic.

“oh so you’re rin rin now huh? i can’t be surprised considering how much time you spend with her!”

“well maybe i like hanging out with her. did you ever think of that y/n? it’s nice to have someone who wouldn’t nag or bitch about me, she doesn’t pry for me to open up,” he attempted to justify his actions.

“okay fine then, if she’s soooo perfect than just date her” words just started spilling out of your brain, and it was too late to take it back.

“maybe i will!” he roared. after he sunk in what he was saying, he followed up with “w-wait i didn’t mea-” trying to save his relationship.

“do whatever you want suna, whether you’re with her or not it’s not my problem anymore, i’m done.” you ended the call, tears freely flowing down your face.

you couldn’t sleep that night. pathetically, you’d hope that suna would at least give you a call back, or any sign that he still cared for you. but he didn’t, and you assumed that was your answer. you would reevaluate the relationship after a good nights sleep on the couch. you couldn’t sleep on the bed due to suna’s lingering scent.

when 4am rolled around, the door opened as quietly as possible. suna assumed that you were asleep in bed, and was prepared to join you. when he walked in the bedroom and saw the bed still made, he panicked. did you really leave? were you actually done with the relationship? he checked everywhere, the bathroom, kitchen, the basement, and not the most obvious place ever. he dialed your phone, and heard loud ringing from the living room. he slapped his forehead in stupidity and made his way over to you. his heart broke at the sight. the way you tried to fit your body with the throw blanket, unaware that you were shivering at the cold. your face was also pale, with dried tears on them. you looked so broken and so drained. immediately, suna carried you off the couch bridal style, and tucked you into the soft king sized bed. he then, moved onto his side and slid under the sheets. it’s only when he grabs your waist is when he feels safe enough to sleep.

five hours later, you awake with dried tears still in your eyes. you wiped them with your arm, and felt weight around your waist. once your eyes were cleared, it was suna. you let yourself comfort in his warmth for just a bit more, knowing that there’s a huge argument to come.

“suna we can’t just not talk about this,” you whispered into his ear, knowing he was awake. he hid in the crook of your neck, “i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry, please take me back.”

“i can’t just accept your apology blindly, we have to set boundaries or else we’ll never move forward.” you sighed while tracing circles on his bare chest.

“i’ll never even look at her again,” his face deadpanned. your laugh vibrated against his chest, “that’s not needed, it’s not really her fault anyways. how about, we spend more time on dates and devote days for each other?”

“anything, princess.”

sakusa kiyoomi

sakusa hated physical touch, the spread of germs with a single handshake grossed him out. that’s why he built a cold exterior to prevent many from getting close. however, when he met you, you happened to be the exception and you took pride in the fact that he was only comfortable with you. he’ll never admit it to you though, and claims he only ‘endures’ your hugs. although, you knew your limit, you would never show affection in front of people. if there’s one thing sakusa hates, it’s PDA.

so you couldn’t really blame the new cute manager for flirting with him, because it seemed like he was single. listen, you trusted sakusa with your whole heart, but you just wanted to see how he would react with a girl flirting with him.

you hid behind the door, eavesdropping behind the door.

“sakusa-senpai, can you please help me up?” the cute manger whined.

“can you not get up yourself?” sakusa groaned.

“no i think i twisted something,” as a girl, you knew exactly what she was doing and her execution was poor. you rolled your eyes, assuming sakusa too would know what she was doing.

but he didn’t.

“thank you, sakusa-senpai!” she squealed, and then what you can assume, she hugged him. because then it caught him by suprise, and they both fell together, with her on top of him. you didn’t hear him scolding her, rather he was laughing. he was happy with her presence when he wouldn’t even physically show it with you. you decided to just walk in and stop this.

amidst of their laughter, both heads looked up at you. “sakusa, don’t you have to get home soon?” with an eyebrow raised.

“uh actually sakusa-senpai it’s getting dark, mind if you could walk me home?” she babbled.

“fine, y/n you can walk yourself right?” he said casually, while packing up his things.

“y-yeah i guess” you stammered.

on your walk home, you were reevaluating what just happened. no longer did you feel special anymore. your brain started to overthink itself, why did they look better as a couple? and why was he so relaxed around her? was i just not the right person? has he found his true love? all these scenarios made you start to tear up. you were in love with the germaphobic man, for god sakes.

when you got the shared apartment, you immediately took a shower, knowing that sakusa was going to nag you anyways when you got home.

then, you started on dinner and chopping up some vegetables when you heard the door open. he nodded at you, acknowledging your presence and was waiting for the hug you gave him everytime he came home. but you didn’t, and he awkwardly just stood there for good minute or two. to your suprise, he was the first one to make the move. he wrapped his arms behind you and resting his head on your neck. immediately, you shrugged him off.

he furrowed his eyebrows, “is there something wrong?”

“i don’t know, is there something wrong?” you repeated his question.

“i wouldn’t know, that’s why i asked.” he bellowed.

you put the knife down and faced him, “you know i love the double standard of how i have to shower before i get to touch you, but that whore gets to touch you whenever,” you ranted.

“our new manager? you can’t be serious. we fell, it was an accident.”

“maybe you thought it was, but i know what she was doing because i, too am a girl. if you guys just ‘fell’ why did it take so long for you to get back up? why’d you let her touch you for so long?” you questioned.

“i wasn’t thinking about it, not everything i do in life is rotated around germs-”

“except when it’s with me” your voice cracked. “right? it’s when it’s with me, that must be it. that’s why you never show any affection, but it’s okay for you because you’ve gotten tons from me and her!” you raved.

he tried to wrap his around you, but you moved out the way.

“don’t touch me with that whore’s filth,” you muttered, turning off the burner and stomped to your shared bedroom, slamming the door. your insecurities were roaring on the inside. sakusa chose to sleep on the couch, thinking you needed space. but, that was the least thing you wanted. you wanted him to beg, or to at least apologize.

over the following days, you didn’t wait for him outside of practice. in fact, the only time he saw you was in the morning before classes and at night when you left leftovers for him in the kitchen. after the argument, he pushed everyone away, especially with the new manager. he only wanted one person’s touch, yours. and to achieve that, he had to put in some effort. that night when he got home, he went straight to the shower. you assumed it was just a normal silent treatment day, so you went to bed scrolling.

you felt the weight on the other side of the bed. knowing who it was, you continued to aimlessly scroll on tiktok. sakusa abruptly grabbed your waist and coddled you, drowning you in pecks all around your face.

“mh.. sakus.. sa.. mh..” continuously getting cut off with his cute pecks on your lips. you decided to let go of the whole manager situation, and let yourself to just be happy. you wrapped your arms around his neck and put him even closer to you. he then pulled away and you dramatically groaned.

putting his face close to yours, “i love you y/n l/n.” before continuing.

a/n: if you like this series please request some characters you’d like to see!

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fluff #sakusa angst #sakusa x reader #kiyoomi sakusa x reader #suna x reader #suna imagines #suna x y/n #suna angst

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ventihonklightice · 3 years

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period pains || sapnap

Sapnap x fem!reader

Word count: 1.5k words

Summary: Sapnap, being the amazing, super, terrific boyfriend he is, went to buy y/n tampons. needless to say, she got plenty.

Moving in with Sapnap and Dream was exciting. It got to the point where Y/n was at their house almost everyday, so it was an easy acclimation. At first, Y/n was nervous about how living with her boyfriend’s best friend would work, but it was surprisingly more manageable than she thought. She wasn’t nervous about walking around Dream anymore, though her cheeks would glow a particular shade of red after late night rendezvous with Sapnap that he pretended to not hear. Little did she know, he spared her the mockery by privately doing so to Sapnap.

Currently though on a somewhat cloudy Florida day, her boyfriend was out with said best friend and roommate before the Texan received a text.

y/n <3

do you love me

He put down his drink at the sight of the notification popping up on his phone, quirking a brow at his girlfriend’s words while his friend proceeded to eat his meal.

sappy pandas

of course I do

where’s this coming from?

Sapnap was slightly concerned, knowing Y/n to be more reserved when asking for his affirmation of love.

y/n <3

since you love me

can you pretty pretty pretty pls

get me tampons

and stuff

I am suffering

He chuckled at the multiple text bubbles that appeared on his screen, causing Dream to divert his attention from his food to his friend’s phone.

sappy pandas

oh shit

I’m sorry :((

We’ll be back in 30 or 40 minutes <3

Y/N groaned, not being able to take the pain any longer and just wanting cuddles with her boyfriend, though regardless, she appreciated his actions.

y/n <3

omg thank you

thank you

I love you so much

Sapnap smiled widely, quickly moving his fingers to text a reply. “Y/n?” Dream asked, taking yet another bite. Sapnap just nodded his head, focused on his girl.

sappy pandas

yeah yeah love you too baby

“Can we stop by Walgreens or something on the way back? She needs stuff,” he spoke to Dream who was currently scarfing down the rest of the food. He nodded his head, still chewing.

“Also, can we order her food?” Sapnap asked shyly. Dream chuckled at the comment, “oh so now I’m both your AND her sugar daddy? I’m going broke because of you two.”

Sapnap blushed, feeling bad about making the blond pay even though he almost always insisted. “I-I’ll pay for it dude, it’s not a big deal.”

Dream shook his head, taking a sip of his soda, “no. Never. I literally asked you to come here, I’m not making you pay for shit.”

The waitress came back, taking the plates and asking if we’d like a check, with the boys instead asking for a menu.

Half an our later, the pair was going across the street of the restaurant and to the drugstore. “What does she need anyways?” Dream asked, following Sapnap’s footsteps.

“Tampons and stuff,” he almost whispered, uncomfortable with the words and also not wanting others to hear him mutter them. “Oh,” Dream answered shortly as they made a bee line to the ‘feminine hygiene’ aisle. Needless to say, the men were overwhelmed.

“Why are there so many?” Sapnap asked as his eyes scanned over various pink and purple packages. “Text her and ask her exactly what she needs,” Dream suggested, eyes also scanning the products before him.

It had been five minutes and Y/N had yet to respond. Sapnap groaned, “what do I do?” His friend shrugged before a very dumb idea crossed his mind. “Just like, get a bunch.”

Sapnap looked at his friend and blinked before speaking “that’s a great idea.” They went to go grab a shopping cart before they began to fill it with various types of cotton.

“No, Sapnap that’s underwear,” Dream spoke as he saw his friend grab diaper like underwear, “it’s for bladder problems or something.”

Sapnap quickly put it back before looking at tampax, “okay but these are definitely tampons.” He grabbed those, along with several other brands and sizes. He moved onto pads, doing the exact same thing.

“This looks... fine,” Sapnap spoke as he examined the sheer amount of cotton recently thrown into the cart. He pushed the cart until reaching the candy aisle. He wanted to buy her some in hopes of making her feel better. So, he took various chocolates alongside her favorite candy and went to go grab pain relievers before approaching the register.

The cashier looked between the cart and the two men scurrying to put the period products onto the counter, forcing a muffled laugh out of Dream. “Find everything okay?” She muttered, scanning the items that Sapnap began to place on the counter, a line forming behind them.

“Uh y-yes thank you,” Sapnap stuttered, placing the candy down last.

“That’s gonna be $198.46,” she expressed as Sapnap fumbled with his debit card, Dream already carrying most of the bags. The two men hurriedly left the store.

“That was so embarrassing. There was a line and everything, oh my god those people must think I’m crazy,” Sapnap muttered, rubbing his hands over his face.

“This-This is definitely a little overboard,” Dream spoke as he slammed the trunk closed.

“It’s fine. This is fine. I don’t want her to like, not have the stuff she needs. I’d feel awful,” Sapnap spoke as he opened the passenger seat door. “Whatever you say pandas.”

Never receiving a text from Y/N, Sapnap assumed that she had been asleep. Dream helped him carry the various bags of tampons and food into the house, but thought it’d be best to let his friend carry them to his girlfriend.

So, Sapnap did so, just very loudly. He stumbled into the bedroom, his eyes landing on his girlfriend. Through the ruffling of the bags and his loud footsteps she began to stir about. “Sapnap?” She mumbled tiredly, his form looking like a blob in her sleepy daze.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” he whispered, gently placing down the bags by his bed before leaning over to kiss her forehead.

“Did you go to the store?” She asked, her eyes opening more and more. He scratched his neck as he looked at the bags, “yeah. I just- I just didn’t know what you needed so...”

His voice trailed off as he bent down to grab the bags, “I kind of bought a lot.” Y/N sat up slowly examining the bags with wide eyes, a hand covering her mouth to stifle her laughs.

“Baby,” she giggled, moving to get up to go towards the bags before Sapnap stopped her. “Stay put, I’ll bring the bags to you m’lady,” he spoke with a posh British accent on his last word. Y/n smiled and watched as he grabbed the bags and tossed them by her legs, finally settling onto the bed next to her.

“This is so much,” she muttered going through bag after bag, “you are so sweet.”

Sapnap turned red at her words, watching her go through them to find what she needed, “w-we could donate them or something?”

Y/n let out a scoff, stopping her movements to look at him, “literally the sweetest man. How’d I get this lucky?”

“Yeah I’m literally perfect,” Sapnap spoke sarcastically, leaning his head on her shoulder. Y/n giggled once more, finding the bag that had the reciept and pulling out the long pice of paper. Her eyes went wide as she looked at the total, “two hundred dollars!”

Sapnap snatched up the receipt before she could examine it further, “don’t worry about it.”

Y/n shook her head proceeding to dig through the bags, “and you got me candy? And medicine?”

Her eyes began to tear up as she threw her arms around Sapnap, startling him. “It was nothing,” he muttered softly, wrapping his arms around her torso gently.

“You’re the first guy that’s ever done this for me. Actually care and shit,” she sniffled, her words muffled in his chest. Sapnap’s eyes softened and he carded his fingers through her hair, “well it’s cause I love you and I think you deserve the world. And if making a Walgreens go tampon bankrupt does that, then I’m okay with it.”

Y/n chuckled at his words, pulling away to wipe tears off her face. “I love you too,” she expressed with a slightly exhausted tone. A soft smile appeared on the Texan’s features,

“D-Do you want me to run a bath or something? Or we got you food. It’s in the kitchen and I’ll grab it if you want,” he explained as he laid back onto the beg, dragging Y/n with him softly.

“Can we just lay here for a minute?” Y/n asked, snuggling further into his chest.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he mumbled, kissing the top of her head. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, eventually hearing light and steady snores from the girl on his chest. He couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.

#sapnap imagine #Sapnap x reader #Sapnap fanfiction #Sapnap fanfic #dreamwastaken imagine #dreamwastaken #dream smp #Sapnap #Sapnap x Dream #dream #mcyt #sapnap fluff

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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The Perfect Wingman.

Pairing: Single Dad!Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, tiny bit of Angst

Warnings: mentions of injuries, blood

Requested: Nope

Summary: Felix, Sebastian Stan's five year old son, is the perfect matchmaker (with the help of Uncle Anthony, of course!)

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Another matchmaker fic lmao there's just something about that trope where kids play matchmaker for adults that's just... 💞 anyway enjoy!

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"Buddy! Hi!"

Y/N glanced at Chris Evans as her boss spoke to her, seeing him running towards somebody. After her boss left, she turned around and smiled when she saw him chatting with Felix, Sebastian Stan's five year old son. The kid was literally sunshine in a bottle, making everyone around him happy. Guess that's another thing he got from his father.

Aside from looks.

Then she looked around, but couldn't see Sebastian anywhere. "Boo!" Startled, Y/N screamed and held a hand over her chest as she whirled around to see Sebastian doubled over in laughter behind her, clutching his stomach. "Oh my God!" she groaned as several heads turned to her at her scream. "You should've seen your face," Sebastian wheezed.

Y/N pouted at him and swatted his chest. "I could've had a heart attack!" Y/N wasn't an actress, she was just an assistant on set. Her only work was to make sure that all the actors on set were hydrated, which in turn led to her becoming good friends with all of them. They were all very friendly people, the Marvel cast. "But you didn't. Felix!" Sebastian called out and his son looked up.

Running as fast as his little feet could carry him, Felix jumped into his father's open arms, giggling. Y/N watched them with a smile on her face; Sebastian was a great father. "Meet Y/N," Sebastian introduced her and she waved at the kid. "Hi Felix," she grinned but Felix was mesmerized. Wow, she's so beautiful.

He simply blinked at her a few times, his jaw dropped. Y/N raised a questioning but amused brow at him, her eyes flickering to Sebastian who was watching his son with an exasperated look on his face, all too aware of his shenanigans. She laughed at Sebastian's expression and Felix snapped out of his thoughts. He raised his arms and leaned forward; a silent request of please pick me up.

Y/N gathered him in her arms, his tiny arms going around her neck as she held him on her hip. "Hello!" He had surprisingly clear speech, he did not mispronounce his L's and R's much. "Hi! How are you today? Enjoying yourself?" Felix nodded excitedly. "Yes!" Sebastian simply watched them with a soft smile as the girl he fancied talked to his son.

Sebastian had had a crush on Y/N ever since they began filming, and at this point, 4 months later, the only person who was oblivious to his feelings was Y/N. Everyone knew, and everyone heartily teased him for it. He had always wanted to ask her out; seeing his son get along so well with her only fueled his feelings. "Are you… are you an actwess too, Y/N?"

"No, darling, I'm a helping hand. I help everyone stay hydrated."

"What does that mean?"

"I give everyone water when they ask for it," she explained and Felix nodded, eyes the same colour as Sebastian's blinking at her in wonder. "Water is impowtant," Felix stated matter-of-factly making Y/N giggle. Felix decided he wanted to hear that sound much more frequently. "Felix! Is that you?!" Y/N, Felix and Sebastian turned to see Anthony making his way towards them.

"Uncle Anthony!" Felix squealed and Y/N put him down on his feet, smiling at the way he ran to Anthony Mackie. "Your son is so cute," she commented, turning to Sebastian only to see him already staring at her, a soft smile on his face. "It seems as though he has taken a liking to you. I wouldn't blame him." Y/N rolled her eyes at his flirting but blushed.

He did flirt with her a lot, but come on, that was just a part of his personality. Surely he didn't have feelings for her, he couldn't. Oh but he did; very strong feelings, on top of that. "Cheesy," she jabbed back and Sebastian clutched his chest with a pretend hurt look on his face. "You wound me," he pouted and Y/N grinned at him.

What they didn't see was Felix and Anthony staring at them, eyebrows raised in an identical manner. "Uncle Anthony, can I ask you something?" Anthony smirked but nodded. "Does papa… does papa love Y/N?" Anthony laughed loudly, realising that the adorable kid was the perfect wingman for Y/N and Sebastian. So he said, "Yes, yes he does."

"She is really pwetty…" Felix confessed, his own cheeks turning pink. "Aw, look who's blushing," Anthony teased, pinching his little cheeks. Felix blushed more and slapped his hands away, pouting. "Do you want your papa to go on a date with Y/N?" Anthony asked the child. Felix thought for a moment before nodding.

"Yes. If he likes her, he should just tell her!" Oh, bless his innocent heart. If only it were that easy in real life. "He will ask her soon, we'll make sure of it. Here's what you can do to help…"

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2 months had passed since Felix visited the sets and Sebastian was getting impatient. If you thought his flirting was too much then, you should see him now. He flirted with her every chance he got but Y/N used to brush him off each time; he possibly couldn't be genuinely interested in her. She didn't think herself to be worthy of his affections, so, as much as she liked his flirting, she never reciprocated.

As Y/N gathered a few bottles of water in her arms, she heard a screech behind her. "Y/N!" Smiling, she turned, dramatically faking an 'oof' as a tiny body collided with her legs. "Felix, honey, hi! Didn't expect you to visit the sets today," she grinned as Felix let go, smiling broadly up at her.

"His babysitter couldn't make it, had to bring him down."

Her smile turned nervous as she saw the father of the cute kid walking towards her, a suave smile plastered on his face. "That's okay, papa, I can just hang out with Y/N!" Felix assured him before frowning at the dozens of bottles in her arms. "Do you need help?" Ah, ever the gentleman. One more thing he gets from his dad.

"Thank you so much, sweetie," she cooed as she handed him two bottles. It wasn't much, but seriously, how much could a little child carry? That was enough for him. "Can you go give these to Scarlett and Chris?" she requested, pointing to the spot where Scarlett Johansson and Chris Hemsworth were standing. "Okay, Y/N!"

She grinned when he left. "Seriously, how did you manage to birth the most perfect kid in the world?" she commented, turning to Sebastian. "Look at me," he said unabashedly, wiggling his eyebrows. "Seb," she huffed and nudged him, raising her eyebrows in shock when he took the bottles from her arms. "I have some time before my next scene."

"That's my job—"

"Nope, can't have you carrying all these bottles, sweetheart. What if you drop them?" She pouted as she followed him through the busy set. "Do you think I'm clumsy?" He glanced at her, worried that he actually offended her, but smiled when he saw her playful look. "Nope, but I don't want you to trip over the fallen bottles and hurt yourself."

"Now that was a good line," she whistled and Sebastian laughed. As Sebastian and Y/N chatted more, they heard a loud wail coming from a few feet away. Freezing up, both of them turned to see Felix sitting on the floor, surrounded by Elizabeth Olsen and Chris Evans as he moaned in pain. Y/N's eyes went wide with fear when she saw the cut on his knee.

Talk about hurting oneself...

Forgetting the world around her, she quickly rushed to the child, Sebastian hot on her heels. "Bub, stop crying," Chris tried but Felix wouldn't listen. The moment he saw Y/N, though, his tears ceased. "Y/N," he whimpered and reached towards her, finally content when she took him in her arms. "Oh, honey bun, you'll be okay," she whispered, kissing his forehead.

"It hurts," Felix insisted. "I know, darling, let's patch you up." Without any word to anyone, Y/N led him away from the crowd, sitting him down on one of the chairs littered across the place. Sebastian, Chris and Elizabeth watched her; Chris and Lizzie were smirking but Sebastian was beyond shocked. The worry on her face the moment she found out he was hurt, the way she cradled him…

The way his son had stopped crying when he saw her, as if she were his mother. The way he reached out to her instead of him. "Just ask her out, pal, look at her. She's perfect for you. And for Felix," Chris told him, patting him on the back before leaving with Elizabeth.

Sebastian stayed where he was for a few more minutes, heart racing and mind in an overdrive, watching as Y/N took care of Felix. Be mine, please.

"All okay, bub?" Y/N crooned as she tied a bandage on his knee after cleaning the blood off. "Thank you, Y/N!" Felix threw his arms around her neck and buried his face in her neck, smiling widely. Y/N returned the hug ardently, rubbing his back. "Felix?" Felix looked over Y/N's shoulder to see his dad standing there, a small smile on his face. "Papa!"

He made no point in moving out of Y/N's arms and Sebastian took the hint, merely ruffling the boy's hair. "You doing okay? Y/N take care of the boo-boo?" Felix nodded eagerly. "It doesn't even hurt now," he said proudly and Sebastian smiled. "Did you say thank you?" "He did, Sebastian," Y/N assured him.

"I wish Y/N took care of my boo-boos all the time!" Felix pouted. Sebastian froze again, his eyes darting to Y/N when he saw her stiffen. "How is that possible, sugar?" Y/N joked nervously as she stood up, Felix still in her arms, holding him on her hip like before. "Papa can date you! And then you can get married and then you'll be my mama and then you'll take care of all my boo-boos!"

Sebastian and Y/N stared at each other as Felix innocently looked at Y/N with a huge smile on his face. "M-Married? Bubba, I don't think your papa likes me in that way…" Sebastian suddenly found his voice. How dare she? "Y/N, I do like you, why do you think I flirt with you all the time?" he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Y/N's eyes went wide. "Wait, I thought you were joking—"

"I wasn't. Will you go on a date with me?"

"Sebastian, I-I… I'll be honored."

"Oh please, iubi, the honor's all mine," he chuckled and, not caring about who was watching (including his own son), leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers in a sweet kiss. Y/N's heart fluttered at the term of endearment as she kissed him back. Felix groaned loudly in Y/N's arms, covering his eyes. "Yucky!"

Sebastian and Y/N had to break the kiss because they laughed too hard. Felix slid down Y/N's arms and ran towards Anthony, who was watching them with a small smile, proud of his best friend for finally making a move on the woman he liked. Anthony smirked when the pipsqueak stopped next to him. "Good job, bud."

"Thank you, Uncle Anthony." And Felix gagged again as he and Anthony turned to Sebastian and Y/N, only to see them in another liplock.

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gotnofucks · 3 years

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Lover’s Quarrel

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Summary: You have the powers to resurrect if you’ve been murdered, and a jealous Steve Rogers indulges heavily in your abilities. He would not let you steal his best friend, that was for sure. So what, if your rivalry regularly caused fire and harm to public property? You just couldn’t let the other win.

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: Smut, enemies to lovers, violence, killings and murders (but reader cannot die, it’s weird. She has some sorta powers that help her revive when she’s been murdered), language, 18+ ONLY

A/N: Is this crack fic? Idk. Maybe?

The sixth time Steve killed you, you decided he needed to be dealt with in a similar way. It doesn’t matter that he cannot come back from the dead like you. He just needed to go. You were tired of him offing you every time he felt threatened by your existence. But this was the last straw. He had pushed you off the Quinjet while flying home from a mission and you’d fallen into the lake and drowned. You would NOT recommend dying that way.

Bucky had dragged out your dead body and watched over you as the blessing of the necromancer worked its magic over you and brought you back to the world of the living. The first words out of your mouth as you spewed out water were, “I am going to kill your best friend and you can’t be mad at me for that.”

Bucky, far too happy to have you back – poor guy still mourned every time you died – ignored your comment and pulled you into a hug. He’d never quiet gotten used to seeing you die. You patted his back, muttering a few there-there’s until he was calm enough to press quivering kisses on your head and temple.

“You need to stop dying.” He said into your hair, holding you close.

“I would not be dying if your best friend didn’t murder me every time! He is a menace, Buck!” You cried in exasperation. The said best friend was watching you from a few yards away, and he rolled his eyes as your words reached him. He scoffed loud enough for you to hear and you sharply turned your head to glare at him.

“You!” You shouted, quickly standing up and marching over to him. “You rascal!” And then you pried out your wet shoe from your feet and threw it at his stunned face. Unfortunately, it didn’t hit his face but smacked against his chest, leaving the wet print of your soles against his far too tight t-shirt. He gaped at you open mouthed before baring his teeth in warning.

“Oh god, every time you come alive again, you’re even more awful than before!” Steve shouted, and then just because he is fucking drama queen, he threw out his hands. You sneered before turning to look at Bucky meaningfully, the most obvious ‘see what a dick he is’ look on your face.

Bucky shuffled uneasily, caught between your quarrel once again. He came behind you and gave you his jacket to wear to shield you from the cold. And just like that, your anger melted a little. Somehow, with his steel blue eyes, Bucky Barnes could sooth every wound you’d ever had. Even those given to you by Steve Rogers.

“I am so sorry. I should have seen what he was about to do. I wouldn’t have ever let you fall had I known.” He apologized and you swore your heart physically quivered. You pulled Bucky into a hug, hiding your face in his chest, savoring his arms coming around you to hold you tighter. You could have stayed in his embrace forever, but it was an annoyed groan that ripped you both apart.

“Is there any way you can stay dead a little longer?” Steve asked, breaking your moment. “I mean, I’ve tired a bullet and knife and water and poison. What can I do that you’d be gone for just a little longer?”

He was worked up, a red flush creeping on his face and neck. Pacing, he was muttering, and you wondered for the millionth time how Bucky could be friends with him. He was just so extra! You wanted to tell him to shove a stick up his ass, along with the one already there when he turned swiftly like the wind and threw a dagger at you. A metal hand caught it before it could hit you and you were pulled into the warmth of Bucky’s body quickly.

“Steve! Cut it out.” Bucky yelled, glaring at Steve. “You will not kill her again. I don’t care if she can come back alive again. You won’t hurt her.”

With that, he dropped the dagger on the ground and walked away with you. Unable to resist, you looked over you shoulder and flipped Steve off. Fucker could kill you a hundred times and yet he would not be able to do anything. As far as you were concerned, Bucky was as much your best friend as his. And if Steve Rogers couldn’t control his jealousy without trying to behead you every time he felt you were stealing Bucky from him, you would just have to make his death look like an accident.

“I don’t think I need to tell you that you can’t kill him either?” Bucky said teasingly, his eyes soft and fond. “I need you both to survive.”

You groaned, bumping your shoulder in his and snuggling into him as a cold breeze hit your wet clothes. He could read you like an open book.

“You are no fun Barnes.”

There was rubble and fires and shrieks. Natasha was yelling in Russian as she ran about with a fire extinguisher and Clint crawled out of his vents to help Bruce out who was turning a dangerous shade of green. Tony was sitting in the ruins of his kitchen, his mouth half open as he spied on the ensuing battle in the middle of it.

Sam was using his shield to push Steve away who was shouting curses that had probably not been invented yet. Bucky was holding you back by your middle, yelling in your ear to calm the fuck down but all you could think of to do was smacking Steve’s face with that chair that was currently on fire. You suppose once everyone was calm, you’d feel guilty about your part in destroying the Avengers kitchen but right now that wasn’t important.

What was important was that Steve had tried to kill you. Again. He had actually thrown a fucking grenade at you. You barely had the time to kick it away where it exploded in the kitchen and then Steve was on you, calling you a bitch in all the 9 languages he knew.

“Calm the hell down, Steve!” Sam yelled, struggling to keep Steve at bay from you. You were glad to see that Steve’s nose was busted. That will teach the bastard to ‘look down his nose’ on you now.

“She pierced my ears! The fucking bitch pierced my goddamn ears!” Steve yelled. Even you had to admit, the golden hoops looked amazing dangling from his ears. Just perfect.

“You are lucky I didn’t stick a knitting needle in your eye Rogers!” You sassily replied, “The only reason you’re still in one piece is because I promised my best friend that I wouldn’t hurt you.”

The muscles in Steve’s arms tensed and Sam groaned, barely keeping his own footing. A dark shadow seemed to have crawled over Steve’s face, turning the blues of his eyes an angry shade and had you been a weaker person, you would have trembled. This was the face of someone who had stood against armies alone and came out victorious. But for all you cared, he could kiss your ass.

“He is MY best friend. Mine. Not yours, not anyone else’s. Bucky Barnes is mine and I will kill you a thousand times until it sinks in your thick skull!” Steve growled. You scowled, a scathy remark bubbling on the tip of your tongue when you suddenly stopped. Why say when you can show? So, looking Steve directly in the eyes, you went limp in Bucky’s arms, turned around and cupped his face. And then you kissed his cheek.

Steve let out a strangled cry behind you, but you focused on Bucky who was blinking in disbelief at your audacity. And so, just for the heck of it, you kissed his other cheek. And then his forehead.

“Bucky Barnes, you are my best friend and always will be!” You said, hugging the life out of him. You heard Steve break away from Sam, heard Bucky yell out a curse and holding you protectively as his jealous pal came rushing to claim him. And all through that and the chaos that ensued later, you just smiled broadly.

Tony was giving a lecture, and he sucked. He gesticulated too much for your liking, and you really didn’t like how he kept emphasizing things by looking pointedly at you. It wasn’t even that much of a big deal, and even if it was, it was not your fault. Like every other time, the only person who could be held responsible was the blond super soldier sitting beside you, wearing the same shade of annoyance on his face as yours.

“I repeat” said Tony, his hair askew, “we do not use Friday to settle idiotic, absolutely ridiculous personal vendettas!”

“You have Friday tell you how pretty you look every day!” You countered and Tony slammed his hand on the table.

“Because I am!” He huffed. “You, on the other hand, stopped a mission in the middle to ask Friday who had a higher score! I mean, what the actual fuck? And what score?”

Steve had the decency to look at least a little sheepish. You however didn’t put up with any of that nonsense. It was his idea anyway, and you wouldn’t take the fall for him. Not when Tony looked murderous like this.

“Rogers bet me he’d take down more enemies than me. We only asked Friday to keep a count. I had literally nothing to do with it.”

Tony turned the ire of his glare at Steve who was too busy giving you a dirty look. He was just pissed you won, and that Bucky had spent the entire ride back tending to your wounds rather than Steve’s. It wasn’t your fault his jealous ass always threw a fit whenever he saw you and Bucky together.

“You said the team could use Friday as we saw fit.” Steve said, though he did look a little guilty. It wasn’t like him to lose command and control. Even when he’d been Captain America, he had never let anything rattle him. Not until you had come prancing in his life and stealing his best friend.

“I said the team could use Friday, not stop everything in the middle of a high risk mission to see who has a bigger dick.” Tony said, and then he just collapsed in his chair. Poor guy had been working too hard to carry the team forward, and in that moment, even you felt guilty. Your rivalry with Steve shouldn’t have to affect everyone else, not when they had been so welcoming and loving to you ever since you joined.

You walked over to Tony and dropped a kiss on his head, caressing his hair. “I am sorry Tones. You won’t have more trouble from me.”

Tony looked at you as if seeing an angel. He looked at you as if you were the solution to all his troubles. Despite every furniture of his you’d broken and set fire to, he was so grateful to have one sane voice between them. Cupping your hands, he looked imploringly at you and asked, “Really? You’re gonna stop fighting with Steve?”

At that, you solemnly nodded and patted his hand gently. Poor him and the poor team going through hell because you and Steve couldn’t settle your differences. It was obvious what had to be done.

“Of course I will” You said magnanimously, because of course you were the better of the two. “Steve just needs to find another best friend and there won’t be any reason to fight anymore.”

If any of them had been drinking water, they would have spit it out. Since they didn’t, they just kind of choked on their saliva and sputtered at you in absolute disbelief. Tony actually looked betrayed and Steve seemed to have licked a lemon, if the look on his face was anything to go by.

“She” He said, voice thick with contempt, “needs to go away. We can launch her in outer space or somewhere from where she can never return. You know why? Because Bucky is my best friend. Since we were yay high!” And he raised his arms a foot off the ground to show just how high.

And just like that, the moment was gone. Rogers opened his mouth and any goodwill you had had went poof. So, you did the only reasonable thing any sane person would do right now and that was to flip him off and call him a pig. You knew he was inching to strangle you; you could see his fingers twitch. A part of you was anticipating it, for Bucky would never forgive him for killing you again. Just as he would have lunged at you, push Tony out of the way and did you away for good, Bucky burst into the room with the expression of a cantankerous 100 year old grandpa who had had enough with the world.

“For fucks sake! Just shut up you both!” He yelled and paced the room. His eyes were bloodshot and hair disheveled, a clear sign that your rivalry was taking a heavy toll on him. Steve opened his mouth to say something when Bucky raised a finger to shush him. “No no no! You listen to me you oblivious, utter moronic fucklets!”

Your mouth dropped open. Bucky never cursed at you. He had never called you a fucklet before.

“You two need to stop. You hear me? You need to STOP!” He raked a hand through his hair before kicking the ground in frustration. “I can’t eat. I can’t sleep! I can’t fucking breathe without you both arguing over who is a better friend to me. So, here’s an idea. Instead of fucking me over in the middle of your sexual tension, why don’t you find a room and fuck each other? Because I tell you now, I cannot fucking take it!”

Silence sat pregnant in the room. You blinked at Bucky. Steve blinked at Bucky. Tony blinked at Bucky. And Bucky didn’t blink at all.

“That – uh – what?” You said, eloquent as ever. “That is so stupid.” And you laughed awkwardly.

Steve glanced at you and then stammered, “What? That – I haven’t – that has nothing to do with it. She and I – what?”

You both found each other’s eye, quickly looked away and just became silent. The tension in the air was suffocating you, and a terrible heat was settling in your stomach. Without another word, you walked out of the room, muttering about how ridiculous the whole idea was. The three men watched your exit, and a moment later, Steve left too, still very much in disbelief.

Tony and Bucky sighed, sitting across from each other and just taking in the fact that the elephant in the room had finally been address. A moment later, Tony began drumming on the desk, looking up at the ceiling.

“I couldn’t have put it any better myself.”

You felt antsy, as if staying one more moment in your room would drive you mad. You kept jerking your legs and arms, a weird restlessness in every action of yours. What the hell was Bucky saying? The sheer nerve to imply that you…you and Steve had some sort of feelings for each other. You hadn’t heard that kinda crap since you nursed your nephew who’d had diarrhea.

The only reason you and Steve fought was because you wanted Bucky. He was supposed to be your best friend, and clearly it was his inability to decide who he preferred more that had led you here. And to pretend, on top of that, that it was you who was at fault was just ridiculous. As if you’d touch Steve Rogers with a ten foot pole.

But…would you? You suppose he couldn’t be that bad to touch. He did have gorgeous eyes that got all dark and dilated when he fought with you. And his breath hitched when you got him mad and he bit his lip to stop from cursing you and he flushed a very becoming shade of red that started from his cheeks and disappeared down the neckline on his tight shirts that –

Holy fuck!

The realization rocked your world. What the hell? When you thought about it again, it seemed as if you’d just described Steve being aroused. Did you really fight him and got him mad to stimulate yourself? Oh god. Bucky was right. You wanted to fuck Steve.

This wouldn’t do. This wouldn’t do at all. You quickly changed into your work out gear and rushed to the gym, intent on sweating out whatever feelings you might have for Steve. After all, nothing says fuck you like imagining someone’s face on a punching bag and just going to town on it. Thankfully, when you arrived the gym was empty.

You’d been working on your stretches for only a few minutes when your worst nightmare entered the gym. He probably had the same idea as you and froze the moment your eyes met. His blue eyes narrowed at you and you stood up straight. You hated Bucky for putting the thought in your head. Now all you could think of was tackling Steve to the ground and fucking him senseless. You still wanted to beat him, but in a very different way.

As Steve entered, his eyes fixed to your form, you decided it was time to leave. After that fiasco in front of Tony, you didn’t think yourself capable of talking to Steve. Staying alone with him was something you didn’t trust yourself with. So you picked up your bag and started for the door when his voice stopped you.

“Running away? Am I to believe that there is something that finally scares you?”

Anger, red hot anger simmered under your veins when you turned to face him again. He had a mocking smirk on his face that made you grit your teeth. His eyes, dark and challenging beckoned you to him, but they didn’t hold resentment there either. Something between you had changed today. The very air around you was different, thick with tension and apprehension that had your nerves tingling.

“Scared?” You scoffed, dropping your bag on the matted floor and walking until you stood right before him. He towered over you in height, but he’d never been able to actually look down at you. “Me, scared of you? You wish Rogers.”

One corner of his lips lifted up, and he put his hands on you. One hand hooked around your waist and pulled you closer, the other trailing a finger down the side of your face to your neck, following the path down your arm until his fingers intertwined with yours.

“Oh, I so do wish” He whispered and his lips met yours. You rose up on your toes, mashing your body against his and mapping the planes of his body with your palms. The smell of his sweat and soap surrounded you, your arms coming to hold him around the shoulders as he hitched you up so you could wrap your legs around him.

Like everything in your relationship, the kiss was explosive. You didn’t melt against each other like people do in books; you collided like two warring armies intent on conquering the other. You collided like night and day, basking your surroundings in the dawn and dusk of your lust. Steve took your bottom lip between his teeth and bit down, smiling as you shamelessly moaned.

“What do you say?” He asked, pushing you against the wall, his hardness digging between the heated center of your legs.

You pulled him closer, letting your lips trail over his jaw and neck before you branded him with a quick bite. “You’ve always been so aggressive Steve, let’s see you let loose some other way. I sure do hope you fuck better than you fight though, or I’ll just be disappointed.”

Steve growled, kissing you again as he ground his cock against you, trapping you between the wall and his hard body that prevented any escape. Your hands slipped under his t-shirt, meeting the firm muscles on his abdomen that rippled under you. He pulled back just enough to allow you to remove your clothes, his own being flung sideways without any care.

Even before, you’d never thought of Steve as anything but beautiful, but now, seeing him in all his glory, you could only look him up and down in appreciation. He was trembling slightly, as if holding himself back with effort, his eyes not leaving you for a second. You both looked at each other, naked and unashamed before frantically coming together. His hands were everywhere, squeezing your ass and thighs as his lips pulled at your breast.

Your fingers rolled his nipples softly until he moaned, and then you pinched them. He jerked under your touch, kicking the back of your knees so you collapsed down, and he covered your body with his. Anger, arousal, lust and longing, all emotions built together in a storm of incoherent desire that had you both rolling over each other, fighting for dominance and power. Steve pinned you down with effort, holding your wrists in one hand over your head as he gave a smug smile to you.

“Will you finally surrender today?” He asked, positioning his cock at your entrance that was drenched. You would have loved to taste him, to have him taste you, but as of now, all you wanted was for him to slide inside you. You hungered for him, burnt for his touch. For years you’d been left wanting, and now with the prize so near, you weren’t about to wait any longer.

“The only surrender today will be yours.” You whispered sweetly before slamming your head against his. Steve jerked hard in surprise, allowing you the opportunity to free your hands and roll over him. You sat on his pelvis proudly, his throbbing member right underneath you and as he blinked at you, stunned, you rose up over his tip and slowly sunk down.

Steve groaned as your wet channel fell like velvet heat along his shaft. You had never been so full before. He stretched your limits, as he had always done, and you decided you very much preferred rendering him speechless like this under you than your usual punches and throws. His hands dug into your waist, helping you bounce on his cock and you threw your head back at the feeling.

It was a beautiful ache, one that took your breath away. As you rolled your hips and clenched down there, Steve’s voice rose in appreciation and you grinned. You finally had the golden boy at your mercy. You fucked him, changing your pace to punish him, never letting him up. For every time he killed you, you bit on his lips and neck, marking him. It was punishment and cherishing, a culmination of feelings you didn’t understand.

“Touch me.” You brokenly said, and his fingers found your nub. The slapping of skin, the sounds of debauchery and the smell of sin filled the air. You leaned over him to meet his lips, the heat in your gut bubbling until you snapped and came atop him, falling blissfully. It was one moment of weakness and the world titled, Steve having finally pushing you on your back.

“You’ve always been strong, because I’d hate to break you when the fun has only just begun.” He said and thrust into you hard and fast. He was an animal in heat, a man possessed, and you didn’t mind one bit. You met his every thrust with a raise of your hips, you clawed at his back until he bled, your lips tasting of the salt of sweat and tears and desire. He brought you impossibly closer, looking right into your eyes as he took you.

For the life of you, you couldn’t look away. You couldn’t get enough of his grunts and moans, of the breathy whispers of your name that slipped between curses, of the way his lashes would flutter over the dark blues that kept your eyes captive. He had you completely in that moment, mind and body; and for some reason, his gaze felt infinitely more intimate than his cock that was currently spearing you open. You keened in pleasure, whimpering as he touched your overly sensitive clit and had you coming again.

A minute later, he twitched inside you, his warmth flooding your core and you sighed. You laid entangled and sweaty, both of you spent and tired and yet completely overtaken by the urge to be closer still. To think this is what you’d both missed for all these years.

“So, what do you say, still feeling aggressive?” Steve asked and you looked at him with a grin that you couldn’t have suppressed had you wanted to. Oh yes, some battles were never meant to end, but they sure could be altered to meet new demands.

“With you? Always.” You replied, kissing him deep until he couldn’t think of anything but you. “Just remember one thing.”

“Oh yeah, what?”

“I am still a better best friend to Bucky. I did fuck you to keep him happy after all.”

Steve frowned darkly and before you could blink, he was over you, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“I think this time I’d fuck some manners into you.”

“I think this time you should actually put your back into it. I did all the work before.” You taunted and he dived at you.

Meanwhile, in Tony Stark’s office

“Friday, what’s the score?” He asked smugly, offering Bucky the packet of blueberries. Bucky was sitting with his feet on the desk, a small smile on his face.

“I am afraid I am not at a liberty to say Boss.” Friday replied. If the AI could blush, she would.

“Seems like they are at an impasse.” Tony suggested, and Bucky shrugged, licking his lips.

“Well, some things never change.”

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #bucky x reader #Steve Rogers #Bucky Barnes #crack fic #i think lol

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live-the-fangirl-life · 3 years

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Objects in Mirror are Closer than they Appear

Aelin Galathynius x Rowan Whitethorn - Oneshot

Aelin will be the first to admit that parallel parking is not her forte.

Written for Rowaelin Month 2021. Day 5: “I accidentally hit you with my car.” @rowaelinscourt

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Warnings: Language

1558 words

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“It’s not gonna fit.”

“It’ll fit.”

“It’s not going to fit.” Aelin insisted.

“I assure you,” Rowan encouraged, “It will fit”

“Look at the size of this thing and the size of that opening, it’s not going to fit, Rowan.”

“Aelin, I promise you. It will fit. We’ll just take it slow.”

“I swear to gods, Buzzard. I’m telling you; I will not be able to parallel park this car into that space, there’s not enough room.”

A line of cars was slowly building behind Aelin as she sat with her blinkers on while Rowan tried coaxing her into parking the car. The jeep behind them honked again and Aelin flipped them off through the rearview mirror as Rowan sighed and tried not to make eye contact as the driver sped around them. The rest quickly followed suit.

Aelin sighed and looked over at her exasperated boyfriend. “Rowan, you know that I am amazing at many things,” she carried on as he watched her, amused, “but I am woman enough to admit that I can’t parallel park for shit.”

Rowan snorted, but Aelin kept talking, “You love me and that means accepting my single, unimprovable, flaw.”

He sighed and looked at the street again, glad there weren’t more cars stuck behind them. Chuckling, he faced Aelin who was staring determinately out the front windshield.

“Aelin, you live in the city. You need to know how to parallel park.” He shook his head good-naturedly, “How you’ve survived this long without being able to do so is something I can’t understand.”

She rolled her eyes before facing him and over-exaggerated batting her eyelashes while suggesting, “We can switch places and you can park for me.”

He laughed, “No, Aelin, you need to learn this.”

Smirking, Aelin said, “But you look so good behind the wheel. And you know how much I love it when you do that thing when you reverse and put your arm behind my headrest to turn around. It's sexy.”

Rowan’s smirk widened. “I know.” Then he nudged her shoulder and said, “Come on, I’ll even get out and help direct you into the spot, okay?”

She sighed dramatically, “Oh, fine, Buzzard. Have it your way, teach me a valuable life skill.”

He chuckled again and leaned over to kiss her forehead before ducking out of the car and onto the boulevard next to them.

Aelin rolled the window down to better hear his instructions.

“Okay, pull up so you’re next to this car. Yeah, just like that. Stop. Now back up and turn your wheel all the way to the side.”

Aelin did her best to hide her smirk as she watched him, paying more attention to Rowan than the cars around her. He’d put on his instructor-voice and she was loving that way he kept giving out orders.

“Stop. Stop, Fireheart!” Rowan’s voice rose as she jerked to a stop.

“What?”

He stepped off the curb and leaned his elbows on the passenger door’s window ledge, bending over to look into the car and say, “You’re still a few feet away from the curb. Let’s pull forward and try again.”

“'Let's' he says,” she grumbled, not missing the way he huffed a laugh, “as if we’re both driving.”

“Come on, Aelin,” he called, “you can do this.”

Exhaling a deep breath, Aelin pulled forward once more and glanced around to make sure the street was void of any other moving cars.

“Good, now reverse. Okay, stop, now turn the wheel. No, keep going there’s plenty of room.”

“There isn’t enough room, Buzzard!”

“Aelin, no, don’t pull back out.”

She couldn’t stop her snort before saying, “You never did like pulling out.”

“I swear to gods.” He muttered while rubbing his hands down his face

“Oh, come on Ro, that was a good one.” She grinned at him through the lowered window.

He sighed and leveled a look at her, but she watched his lip quirk to the side. “That was mediocre at best.”

She huffed, “Whatever, you just can’t appreciate my level of humor.”

“Aelin.” He crossed his arms, his tattoo stretching over the taut skin. It was too distracting.

“Rowan can’t you just park the car?” she asked again, shooting him the look that normally made him relent and agree with her.

“Uh uh, nope.” He shook his head and raised a single brow. “Not that face. Cut it out, Fireheart, I’m not backing down on this. Try one more time.”

“Fine.” Aelin took a breath and squared her shoulders before bringing the car back into position.

“Perfect, keep going. Now fix the wheel and turn the other way.”

Too excited by her progress, Aelin hit the gas with more force. The car lurched backward, faster than either she or Rowan could anticipate.

Aelin felt the car hit something solid.

She heard a loud grunt, a curse, and the sound of a body tumbling to the ground.

Slamming on the brake, her head whipped between the rearview mirror and over her shoulder through the back window.

“Rowan? Rowan!”

Aelin didn’t care that her car was still sticking halfway out into the street as she threw it in park and flung the door open. She sprinted around the trunk to see Rowan lying on his back on the grass of the boulevard.

“Oh my gods, Rowan! I’m so sorry! Are you hurt?” Aelin fell to her knees beside Rowan.

His eyes were scrunched shut but he hissed out a breath and cracked them open to see Aelin’s distressed face.

“I’ll survive.” He grunted and sat up.

“Oh my gods,” she murmured and sat back on her heels once she was sure Rowan wasn’t in serious pain. “I hit you.”

Rowan rubbed his hip that had apparently taken the brunt of the impact.

“I hit you.” She said again, eyes wide and voice brimming on hysterical. “I fucking hit you with my car.”

“Yeah, Aelin, I’m aware.” He hissed through clenched teeth.

“Let me see.” She insisted, gently grabbing the hem of his shirt, and lifting it enough to see the start of a bruise. “Rowan I—”

“It looks worse than it feels,” he said. “you weren’t even going that fast.”

“I don’t care how fast I was driving, Ro, I hit you with my fucking car.”

He couldn’t stop his lip from quirking at her incredulous stare, “Who knew parallel parking could be so dangerous?”

She met his eyes, pulling her gaze away from the marring bruise she’d caused, and saw the amusement in his face.

Aelin scoffed and sat back. “This just proves it.”

She helped him stand because, despite Rowan’s insistence that he was fine, he noticeably winced as he tried to prop himself up from the grass.

“Proves what?” he asked, leaning back onto the car as Aelin bit her lip, watching him move stiffly

She huffed and stepped into his arms, wrapping hers around his back, careful to avoid the sore spot, as his looped around her and slid into the back pocket of her jeans.

“It proves” she dragged out the word, “that parallel parking and I—don’t mix.” She stepped closer into his embrace as he held back an exasperated sigh, “I vow, on this day and as you as my witness, to never attempt another parallel park in my life.”

Rowan snorted and rolled his eyes even as he chuckled at her words. “Really, Fireheart—”

“I vowed it. It’s been vowed.”

He sighed. He ought to be used to his girlfriend’s dramatics

“Let’s go home,” Aelin suggested, “I think there’s an icepack with your name on it.”

Although Rowan thought that was a fantastic idea, he looked at her skeptically. “You just really don’t want to finish parallel parking, do you?”

“First off, I vowed never to do that again,” she leaned back to get a better look at his face, playfully smirking, “second, you literally just got hit by a car, I think it’s fair to say the least you need right now is an icepack. And third,” she raised a brow, “that car was me. I hit you. While trying to parallel park. Why would you want me to try that again?”

Rowan rolled his eyes but nodded, “Compelling argument.”

“Buzzard, give it up. I’m not going to park this car. I’m going to drive us home, get you an icepack,” she stood on her tiptoes to say into her ear, “and then I’ll make it up to you. Extensively.”

She leaned back and saw his eyes darken at her tone.

“Now get in the car,” she insisted, “I need to get us home so I can tell Elide what happened. She’ll love it.”

Rowan raised a brow but walked to the passenger seat, “Elide will love that fact that you hit me?”

Aelin rolled her eyes and sunk into the driver’s seat. “No, of course not. But she knows first-hand just how badly I suck at parallel parking, so she’ll be thrilled to know that I’ll never attempt it again.”

Rowan chuckled as they drove away.

Aelin turned the music on low and glanced at Rowan, “I may suck at parallel parking, but,” she winked, “I can think of something that likes it when I suck.”

He smirked widely but retorted, “That was worse than your other joke.”

Aelin just laughed and turned the music up.

*****

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teenage dirtbag [two] // wanda maximoff

summary: your crush begins to get more intense for Wanda, ensuing awkwardness between you both

warning/s: none

author's note: so glad you’re all liking this, here’s part two! 🥰

I knew it was a dream as soon as it began. Dreams never tricked me as I always detected something didn't feel right and figured out it wasn't real. But that was my only 'talent' with dreams, as everything else was left down to my subconscious. I couldn't control them, break away from the script or deviate from the scene in any way. I just knew when it wasn't real.

Admittedly, it took a little longer for me to recognise this one was a dream compared to others I'd had. It just seemed so normal as I headed into Chemistry class, seeing other students filing in and joining their partners. Mr. Hale was at the front of the class, occupied by his laptop and the projector, and it felt like any other day at school. The lights were off and the blinds were closed slightly, leaving the room in darkness except for the light from the board.

"Are we watching a film or something?" I asked Wanda as I set my bag on the desk beside her, earning her attention.

She looked up from her notepad and smiled widely, blue eyes sparkling in the darkness. "You're here, you took forever!"

"You saw me two lessons ago," I teased, taking a seat beside her.

She moved closer to me, hands immediately moving to my left one, playing with my fingers mindlessly. It felt right at the time, but I knew deep down that this wasn't real. In what world would this happen?

"Still," she mumbled adorably, before meeting my eyes. "We're watching some video about the periodic table."

I hummed, glancing at Mr. Hale as he struggled to pull up the video.

"Thank God because I couldn't be bothered doing work," Wanda added with a sigh, before moving closer to me, leaning on the palm of her hand as the other held mine still. "D'you think you can cover for me whilst I sneak in a nap?"

I stifled a laugh, moving closer and admiring the way her eyes changed colour in the light from the board. "I'm sure you're supposed to be paying attention."

She scrunched her nose, an uninterested smile on her lips, and it made my heart flutter.

"Fine, I'll cover for you," I gave in easily, before pressing a kiss to her nose.

She giggled quietly and when I pulled back, she leaned in and kissed my lips. Her free hand moved to the back of my neck as I rested mine on her lap, closing my eyes and falling into her without question. Okay, so yeah, definitely a dream, but I wasn't complaining.

"If Miss Maximoff and Miss Y/L/N can kindly stop making out, then we can begin the lesson," Mr. Hale announced, breaking Wanda and I's kiss.

Some of the class snickered as we separated from each other's hold, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He gave us a fed up look.

"Thank you," he said, before erupting into a speech about today's lesson.

When he started the video, I leaned forward on the desk to get comfortable and felt Wanda do the same, leaning her head on my arm and continuing to play with my hand. I smiled to myself, kissing the top of her head gently before getting comfortable. It all seemed too good to be true, but God was it a nice thought.

When I woke up the next morning with butterflies in my stomach, I groaned loudly. I knew I'd screwed myself over. I was in too deep. Dreaming about Wanda was not good, not good at all...

And it definitely didn't help when I showed up to class that same day, approaching my table and an already-seated Wanda. Just a dream, I told myself as I took a seat. Not real. And not a big deal.

"Good morning," she greeted when I sat down and pulled my books out. Her usual picture perfect smile was on her lips as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "How are you?"

Trying my best not to think about my dream, I gave her a small smile. "G-good, yeah."

Fuck me, why did I stutter?

"You sure? You seem distracted," she noticed, making me swallow hard and look away from her piercing gaze.

"Yeah," I managed to say without stuttering once again. "Just tired. What about you?"

"Same," she said with a breathy chuckle, her leg brushing mine under the table and making me freeze. She didn't seem to notice as she continued, "I stayed up late binge-watching Netflix. Probably the wrong choice, but here we are."

I bit my lip to contain a laugh, relaxing a little. It was just a dream. She wasn't that bad. I was fine!

Class started and Mr. Hale was explaining something about doing a practical experiment today, but if I'm being honest, I was barely listening. Stuck in a daydream, I was wiggling my pen in my right hand and staring at the display behind Mr. Hale's head mindlessly.

Suddenly, a warm hand rested on mine, pressing it to the table and stopping me from shaking my pen. I shit you not, my heart stopped when I saw Wanda smirking playfully at me.

"D'you mind?" she asked, clearly finding my wiggling pen distracting.

All I could think about was how soft and warm her hand was, and then I became aware of her bare leg still brushing against mine – she just had to wear a dress today, didn't she? – and then the fact that she was still staring at me with amusement dancing in her eyes. My dream from last night returned to mind as she was still yet to remove her hand and I was lucky I managed to find my words as I choked out a response.

"S-sorry," I said, frozen in place, yet again, by Wanda's presence.

She snickered, shaking her head at my dismay, before finally letting go of my hand. I licked my lips nervously and let go of my pen, but not quite finding the energy to move my hand. I could still feel the warmth of her hand lingering on mine and, oh God, this was getting worse by the second. Why did I have to have that stupid dream?!

Clearly distracted by my own stupidity, I failed to realise that Mr. Hale had let us begin with our experiment, whatever that may be as I wasn't listening. Wanda was nudging me slightly, bringing me back into reality, and said something about getting lab coats and goggles whilst I got the bunsen burner.

I watched her leave and massaged my head, telling myself to get my act together. I was not the stupid cliché of a girl who acted nervous around her crush. I was better than that, goddamn it.

After getting the bunsen burner, I hooked it up to the gas tap as Wanda returned with our lab coats and safety goggles. We both put them on before Wanda gave me a knowing look, humoured smile tugging at her lips. I was beginning to hate (love) that look.

"You totally weren't paying attention during that, were you?" she asked, but she definitely already knew the answer.

"'Course I was," I played it cool, before wandering over to the handout on our desk. "We're doing an experiment."

She chuckled as I distracted myself with reading the instructions.

"So it says the first instruction is to boil some water in a beaker," I said with a nod. "Seems easy enough. Just gotta get a beaker."

My mouth went dry when Wanda hunched down on the desk, reading the paper between us. I hoped she couldn't hear how fast my heart was beating in my chest.

"You think you can manage that one?" she teased, glancing up at me with that same playful smirk on her lips.

Her eyes twinkled with mischief, similar to the one her twin possessed on a regular basis, and I'd never felt more stuck in place in my life than I did now. Without thinking, my gaze lowered to her lips and I realised then and there how badly I wanted to feel her lips against mine for real. She was so close I could move forward a mere few inches and feel it, but I didn't.

"Y-yeah, I'll get it now," I stumbled out, before literally stumbling over the stool as I made a move to leave.

I tried to ignore the way her gaze followed me and instead focused on getting to the beakers without passing out. To my relief, Y/BF/N was also collecting a beaker for him and his partner, too. When I stopped by his side, he looked up to see who it was, then smiled.

"You alright?" he asked, sensing my panic.

I shook my head frantically. "Definitely not. This is really bad, Y/BF/N."

Y/BF/N furrowed his brows, making me give him the look, to which he eventually followed what I meant.

"What happened?" he asked, trying (and failing) to hide his amusement.

I made sure nobody was nearby or could hear us before admitting, "I had a dream."

He raised his eyebrows suggestively, making me slap him on the arm quickly.

"Not that kind of dream, you perv," I clarified, before sighing. "But a dream. About you-know-who. And it threw me off and now I can't seem to act like a human."

He snorted as he tried not to laugh. I glared at him, shoving him again, making him laugh out loud.

"I'm sorry," he defended. "It's just– you've got it bad."

"Very helpful." I narrowed my eyes.

"Look, it's new which is why you're all awkward," he said knowingly, collecting his beaker. "It'll eventually pass when you get used to it. Until then, try not to do anything stupid."

"Too late," I mumbled under my breath.

He patted me reassuringly before leaving. I grabbed a beaker and turned around, deciding to take it easy. I'd get over it. I always did. I wasn't stupid. Yeah, I wasn't stupid. I had this!

But that thinking immediately went out the window when I approached our workspace and saw Wanda leaning on the desk, looking over the handout with thought. Her hair was pulled back for safety reasons, exposing her tensed jaw and pursed lips. She was wearing her lab coat over her black, knee-length dress and I'm not gonna lie, she looked extremely sexy today because she was wearing matching black knee-high boots. I gulped.

God help me.

—

You'd be relieved to know that my crush on Wanda died down after a while. Not in the way that I no longer had a crush on her – God knew I was overflowing with feelings for her – but in the way that I was getting a lot better at hiding it.

Which was perfect for when I saw her with her dick of a boyfriend. You'd be surprised how many times he kept popping up. And when he did, I always seemed to want to strangle him.

This time, I was working my new part-time job at a pizza place in town. Y/BF/N was keeping me company on my shift by taking extra long to finish his pizza so we could talk at the counter. I was drying some glasses as we spoke when the door to the parlour opened and the bell jingled, signalling new customers.

"I believe that's your cue," Y/BF/N teased, making me roll my eyes playfully.

My gaze wandered to the door where I saw a small group of teens walking in and finding a seat. It took me a second to realise that it was actually Wanda and her friends, including her boyfriend, who were looking for a table. My eyes widened with surprise as she looked around. Her eyes found mine and an excited smile appeared on her face as she waved to me.

"This just keeps getting better," Y/BF/N said when he saw Wanda heading our way, thankfully without her friends.

I pinched him before straightening up and plastering my best customer service smile on my lips. Wanda stopped before me, smiling between Y/BF/N and I.

"Hey, guys," she greeted brightly, to which Y/BF/N smiled in return, before looking my way and making my stomach flip at how pretty she looked today. "Y/N, I didn't know you worked here!"

"Yeah, it's kinda new," I answered coolly. "Gotta get that extra money, right?"

She nodded before grabbing the tip of my cap on my head and wiggling it, letting out a laugh. "You look adorable in your uniform, I must say."

I forgot how to breathe as she let go of my cap, her eyes still glittering with joy. Y/BF/N tried to hide his laughter as he sipped his drink, meanwhile I felt my neck heating up with embarrassment.

"Th-thanks," I got out nervously. I know what you're thinking – I said I got better at hiding my crush. And I have! I just– why did she have to put me on the spot like this?!

"I should get back," she said after a moment, pointing over her shoulder towards her friends. "But it was nice seeing you. Are you serving us?"

I nodded, regaining composure. "I'll be over in a minute. Give you chance to pick something."

"Awesome," she said sweetly, flashing me a final smile before heading back to her friends.

I released a shaky breath when she left, taking my cap off and massaging my head momentarily.

"I feel like she flirts with you just to see what happens," Y/BF/N said with amusement.

"It's just her personality," I mumbled, before putting my cap back on and taking a deep breath. "Time to work."

I continued to do my job as usual, thankfully not being affected by Wanda's presence, and took their orders. It was pretty uneventful as I served them their food and continued to hang with Y/BF/N by the counter. Every time I'd look over at her out of bad habit, I'd feel uneasy at the sight of Nate having his hands all over her. I mean, obviously he could – he was her boyfriend – but admittedly, I was a little jealous. I tried to ignore the feeling by busying myself with other things.

Wanda's friends were being a little noisier and rowdier than I'd liked, but it wasn't particularly busy so I saw no need to shut them up. Yeah, in hindsight, maybe I should have.

Clearing a table after some customers left, I balanced a tray of glasses in my hand and headed back to the counter. But on the way, a football came out of nowhere and got launched at my chest, making me drop the tray onto the floor with a loud crash. The rowdiness from Wanda's table ceased momentarily, as did the chatter from other customers, and I looked up to see Nate and his friends watching me, trying to suppress laughter.

"I am so sorry," Nate called with anything but guilt.

"Shit, Y/N, you okay?" Y/BF/N said, racing to my side in an instant.

I nodded, clenching my jaw, and bent down to clean up the mess. My boss must have heard the commotion as she came out from the kitchen and saw what happened, putting two and two together.

"Right, all of you out," she ordered without questioning anything, looking to Nate and the rest of the table. "We don't tolerate that tomfoolery here."

They groaned their complaints, but I didn't bother looking up to see, instead focusing on cleaning up the mess. Luckily for me, the tray took most of the hit rather than my chest, so unlike last time, I wasn't hurt.

"You're lucky I'm not charging you for the broken glasses, honey," my boss continued to scold Nate as he walked past, grabbing his football.

I saw feet shuffling past me, presuming it was their table leaving, and focused on picking up the large shards of glass and putting them on the tray. Y/BF/N helped out, even though he didn't need to, and I smiled at him as he knelt opposite me doing the same.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Wanda's voice grabbed my attention, making me look up. She had a guilty frown on her lips as she looked between the mess and I.

I stood up, shaking my head. "It's fine. It's–" But I stopped speaking, instead letting out an exhausted sigh. "No offence, but your boyfriend is a dick."

She pressed her lips together, not saying anything. I felt bad for saying it, but this was the second time he'd hit me with his stupid ball. It was true.

"I should clean this up," I mumbled, avoiding her eyes. "See you at school."

She opened her mouth to say something, but decided against it. I knelt down and continued to clean up, hoping she'd walk away already. This was awkward enough as it was.

"See you guys at school," she finally spoke, making me pause. "Sorry, again."

Y/BF/N bid her a goodbye before she left for good. I let out another sigh, deciding not to say anything as I continued cleaning up. It would never make sense to me why someone as lovely as Wanda would be with someone as obnoxious as Nate. I guess I'd never know.

—

Since that lovely incident at the pizza parlour, things had been a little distant between Wanda and I. Mostly on my part if I'm being honest. I couldn't help it – the whole situation had been uncomfortable and embarrassing, making it impossible to return to how we usually were.

This meant that Wanda was the one to come to me and check in, which I definitely wasn't expecting.

I was at home one afternoon, hanging with my older sister who was staying with us for a week. She'd moved out a year ago, getting her own place a few towns over, so I missed her presence a lot. I took advantage of her weekly visit by having a catch up as we played basketball in the front drive.

Disclaimer: none of us were good at basketball, but the hoop came with the house and it was simply tradition for us to attempt to shoot baskets as we had a catch up. Only, this time, as we were talking, a loud car engine pulled us from our chat and we both spun around to see an unfamiliar car parking up.

"That must be mum's customer," Y/S/N realised, holding the basketball underneath her arm. She glanced at me with a quirked brow. "You think we're gonna get roped into helping?"

"Most definitely," I answered with a chuckle, and just on cue, our mum opened the garage door behind us.

She was a florist and had a large pick-up delivery for a customer today. Apparently they were a good friend, so she had the flowers delivered to our house and they were waiting in our garage until now.

"Can you girls give me a hand?" she asked my sister and I, motioning for us to go to her. "I'm gonna say hi. Just start bringing the crates out, yeah?"

We both saluted playfully before watching her go to the customer's car. My jaw dropped when I saw who it was – Wanda's mum. And to top things off, Wanda and Pietro were both with her, the three of them getting out of their car and greeting my mum with smiles on their faces.

"You cool?" my sister asked, nudging me slightly.

I closed my mouth, straightening up. "Yeah, yeah, duh."

She gave me a funny look but grabbed a crate and began to leave it in the drive for the moment. I swallowed the lump in my throat and did the same, knowing both Wanda and Pietro were approaching us after my mum pointed them our way.

"Y/N, hey," Wanda said, stopping before my sister and I. She gave my sister a friendly smile before looking to me with nervous eyes. "It's good to see you."

I tried to say something – anything – but my words got stuck in my throat and all that came out was a weird noise. Partially because of the awkwardness between us at my fault and partially because of how pretty she looked in her sundress.

"Hi, I'm Y/S/N," my sister cut in, noticing my quietness. She gave me a sideways glance before looking to the twins. "It's Wanda and Pietro, right?"

"Yeah," Wanda said with a smile, eyes lingering on mine before looking to my sister. "We're just helping our mum out to load the car."

"I'm the muscle," Pietro joked, lifting his bicep, making Wanda roll her eyes jokingly.

"Okay, muscle, you can come help me get these out the garage," my sister played along before looking to Wanda and I. "You guys okay to load the car?"

Wanda nodded. "Sure thing."

Y/S/N grabbed Pietro, who shot me a friendly smile, before leaving Wanda and I alone.

"Your sister seems nice," Wanda tried to make conversation as we both grabbed a crate and took it to the back of her mum's car.

"Yeah," I agreed uncomfortably. "She's just visiting."

Wanda hummed in acknowledgment, neither of us knowing what else to say. We walked past our chatting mothers before setting the crates in the back of her mum's car.

"Are we okay?" Wanda asked suddenly, as soon as our hands were free. I looked to her and saw she was debating something internally before looking to me. "I mean, I know we're okay, but I just– I feel like you've been off since, well... since Nate threw that ball at you."

My neck heated up with embarrassment as I cleared my throat; my eyes fell to the flowers in the crates.

"I really am sorry," she apologised again, resting a hand on my forearm, sending shivers up my spine. "He can be such a jerk sometimes. Does stuff without thinking."

"You don't need to apologise," I said, finally lifting my eyes to meet her anxious green ones. And I meant it – Nate's idiocy wasn't her fault and it was harsh of me to make her seem like it was. I sighed, knowing my distant behaviour would end here. "We're good, Wanda."

She still seemed uncertain. "You sure?"

I gave her my best smile, hoping she knew I meant it. "I'm sure."

Her tense shoulders relaxed and a relieved smile spread across her face. "Okay, good. I'm glad."

She held my gaze and I just knew my heart was beating too fast to be useful as she did. She was just so beautiful.

"You know, the whole point of splitting into teams was to be done quicker," Pietro's voice interrupted our staring contest.

He stepped between us, glancing between us with amusement, before setting a crate in the back of the car.

"Right, yeah, we were just on our way back," I said, smiling sheepishly.

Pietro smirked. "No harm no foul, princess."

I was taken aback slightly as he called me that, and even more taken aback when he plucked a flower from the crate and offered it my way.

"For you," he said, half joking and half serious.

Unsure what to say, I accepted the flower. "Er, thanks... I think."

Wanda crossed her arms behind him, eyes narrowed in his direction. I wondered what she was thinking, but never got the chance to ask as their mum's voice called out to us.

"Pietro, I paid to use the bouquets," she said with mild distress, "not so you could ruin them."

His cheeks flushed as he called back, "Sorry!"

I tried not to laugh as the three of us headed back to get the rest of the crates, being sure to set the flower to the side. We ended up filling her car with the bouquets before facing our parents as we bid them a goodbye.

"They're lovely, Y/M/N," Wanda's mum was complimenting the flowers. "Thank you again."

My mum patted her back. "Anytime, dear." She looked between the twins and my sister and I. "Thank you all for helping out."

Y/S/N and I smiled her way as Wanda's mum nodded enthusiastically.

"Yes, thank you!" she added, looking to Y/S/N and I. "It's so great to see you all together. Especially you two, Wanda and Y/N. It's nice to know you're good friends after so long of barely speaking."

Wanda's face was beginning to turn pink as I'm sure mine was doing the same.

"Yes, I agree," my mum said with a smile. "Anyway, we won't keep you any longer. Good luck with the banquet!"

Wanda and Pietro waved goodbye to Y/S/N and I before joining their mum in the car. I followed her figure subconsciously, butterflies floating in my stomach until their car was gone.

"Damn, I really missed a lot," Y/S/N said when they were gone, wrapping an arm over my shoulder and tugging me closer. "You're crushing hard."

Instantly, I looked to her. "What? What are you talking about?"

She rolled her eyes, letting go of me. "So we're playing that game. Okay. I'll bite."

As she began to walk away, I chased after her. "What game? Y/S/N? What are you talking about?"

She merely laughed and allowed me to chase her, wondering how the hell she knew of my crush on Wanda. Was I that obvious?

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