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vanderlustwords · 3 years

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What if Steve leaves and she finds out she’s pregnant? I really love your alternate ending where he leaves for Peggy and wondering if you could write more about it. Doesn’t have to be him leaving a child behind that was just a question that popped into my head

Pairing: (past) Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Please do not repost/translate anywhere. Reblogs/Comments are much welcomed ♥

Continuation of: This Dress is Karma || Alternate Ending

Warnings: unbeta'd. Angst ending for Steeb.

Note: I don't know how you roped me into writing a 2.3k continuation but here I am LOL

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You shut the door with a soft click, waiting until you hear the quiet footsteps fade away. The lump in your throat gets harder to swallow as you turn around, leaning back against the door and let out a shaky sigh.

You can't help but think those were some brave words you said to Steve. You desperately wanted them to be true. You did want to be so happy that it would physically pain Steve if he were to ever witness it.

You wanted it to be true that you were never going to see him again because he had hurt you so much, and he needed to stay away from you.

But when you lift your trembling hand to your stomach, you wonder if everything you said had been nothing more than a brave front.

"You alright?"

You immediately look up and see Bucky stepping out of the guest room, fully dressed with towel-dried hair.

You swallow and force a smile as you drop your hand.

"Yeah, you ready to head out?" You ask him as you stand up straight.

Bucky nods with a grumble before he grabs a strand of his hair. "I need a haircut first, though. Do you think we could find a barber first?"

"Sure," you say, turning around and opening the door with Bucky following you behind.

"You sure everything is okay?" Bucky asks you again.

The way your throat feels raw, the hysterical words that want to escape your mouth make you feel dizzy. You want to put your hand against your stomach again as if to see if you could suddenly feel a bump.

But you refrain because Bucky would get suspicious. Well, he'd probably think you had a stomachache first, but if you didn't stop acting strange, he would pry.

"Everything's fine," you mumble.

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As the weeks pass, more and more things begin to slip from you.

There is a layer of never-ending panic that sits right beneath your skin, crawling and setting your nerves on fire.

When you began to get morning sickness and threw up into the toilet, you began to shake.

The reality of your situation began to hit you.

You were pregnant.

With Steve's child.

Steve, who had abandoned you and was grey and old and probably would pass away soon.

The notion of it all had you throwing up in the toilet again.

You were alone, and you were scared.

What were you going to do? You couldn't rely on Steve anymore.

You looked down at your relatively flat stomach still, placing your hand against it.

There was a life growing inside you. What were you going to do?

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It was harder to hide when Bucky came over almost every other day, even though he didn't live with you. He had stayed for a week after the confrontation with Steve but quickly found his own place.

Initially, that had made you feel more alone, like everyone couldn't wait to escape from you. But it had worked out when you needed alone time.

Bucky was currently in your kitchen, cooking up steaks for lunch for the two of you.

The smell of it made you deathly pale.

"What's going on with you?" Bucky asked with a frown as he set the steaks aside to rest.

You had to swallow hard before you could answer. "Nothing," you said weakly. "I'm—I'm sorry. I know you came all the way here to cook but I'm not really hungry."

"You've been saying that for days now, doll," Bucky pursed his lip. "I feel like I haven't seen you eat a proper meal lately. What's going on? I know things have been...hard. Especially since you last saw Steve, but this isn't okay. I need you to eat something in front of me that isn't pretzels, bananas, or bread."

The idea of sliding a piece of steak basted in butter had your stomach knot itself painfully.

You shook your head, but when Bucky insisted, slicing the steak and you watched the juices run, you couldn't hold it in anymore.

You took off to the bathroom in haste.

"Hey—" Bucky called out and took off after you, but you were quick to shut the door before you fell to your knees over the toilet and hurled.

"What's wrong?" Bucky yelled through the door, trying to jiggle it open but found you had locked it. "Open the door, doll. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I'm fine," you said shakily as you grabbed some toilet paper and wiped your mouth, eyes hot with tears. "I just—I just haven't been feeling well."

The silence on the other side of the door only lingered for a moment before Bucky used his metal arm to turn the doorknob so hard, it broke open.

He found you sitting on the floor, over the toilets, eyes rimmed red and your face pale.

Bucky carefully walks in and kneels slowly before you.

He thinks back the couple of weeks and how you've been going to the bathroom a lot more, and how you don't like going to restaurants to eat. You've been eating at home and the strangest things and wearing more flowy shirts.

He looks at your face, and the way you're trying to hold back your tears makes Bucky feel dread.

"Doll..." he calls you softly. "Are you—Are you pregnant?"

You let out a choked sob in response, face dropping as you close your eyes.

Bucky's quick to hold you in his arms as he strokes your back, his heart dropping.

There was only one person who could've gotten you pregnant.

There had been some dumb shit Steve's done the entire time Bucky's known him. Always getting into scraps he couldn't finish, always prideful when Bucky wanted to help him.

But it had been the first time Bucky's ever been so fucking pissed at Steve. It was the first time Bucky couldn't defend or make an excuse for his friend.

"Bucky, what am I going to do?" You trembled in his arms. "I can't—Steve isn't—I want to keep it but I'm alone."

Bucky swallowed so hard it was painful.

There was no fucking way he was ready to be a dad or step up in any kind of way—that is, if you even let him.

Fuck, you two didn't even have feelings for each other or anything. There was something, maybe, Bucky thought for the future. But now?

"You're not alone," Bucky reassured, keeping his voice still for your sake. "I'm here. I'm here all the way and I'm not gonna leave you, doll. Ever."

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You manage to keep the fact that you're pregnant under the wraps easily. It helps that since saving the world, no one really meets up anymore. A part of you worries because you can't find Wanda anywhere, but you know she can find you if she wanted to.

Sam might be the only other person who knows, and Bucky was begrudging when accepting his help.

Months pass, and you're surprised how dedicated Bucky is. You're pretty sure you're on the verge of a mental breakdown constantly. A part of you worries Steve will show up, but Bucky reassures you that there's nothing Steve could do even if he did show up.

"Fuck..." you swore as Bucky was in the middle of figuring out how to build the crib the two of you got from Ikea. He looks up at you alarmingly. "I think my water just broke."

"Oh, shit, okay, okay!" Bucky jumps up right away and starts running around to grab the prepared bag as he helps you out into the car. "Don't panic!"

"Bucky, I'm literally about to push a baby out of my body. I'm going to fucking panic if I want to," you snap, and Bucky bites his lip to refrain from speaking as he zips through traffic.

"Oh, god," you say under your breath. You were having a baby. You were actually going to have a baby.

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"Bucky, you can't just carry her everywhere," you grumbled as you pushed the stroller through the park. "You're spoiling her."

"Yes, I can. She wants me to carry her and whatever my princess wants, she gets." Bucky declared indignantly at you while sticking his tongue out.

You sighed with a smile.

You couldn't believe a year has passed. Despite the time passing, you never really felt fully prepared as a mother. You were scared you were fucking it up all the time if you're honest.

Bucky holds your hand, and you give him a shy smile. That was new too. Slow and steady, as Bucky has always been, and you think you were falling for him because of that.

When you look up, your heart stops.

"Oh," Steve blinked.

Another year has passed, but you find Steve doesn't look too different. A little more tired perhaps, but still...Steve.

You feel panic creep up in your chest that threatens to become a panic attack before Bucky squeezes your hand.

"Breathe, doll," he whispers encouragingly to you, but it's loud enough for Steve to catch.

You do as he says, taking a few calming breaths. You want to keep walking, but it seems Steve can't stop staring at the child in Bucky's arms.

"Why don't you take Hazel to the pond? She really likes looking at the ducks," you tell Bucky, and he nods, warily looking at you and Steve. He sends Steve a curt nod before he takes the stroller with him and walks off.

Steve's eyes trail after Bucky.

You know then that he knows. It's not hard after all. Hazel looks like a spitting image of Steve, something that had been hard for you to deal with at first. Her blonde hair and blue eyes—the blue eyes were easier since Bucky's eyes were blue too, even if a darker shade.

But Hazel was so lovely; you loved her so easily.

"When did you know?" Steve asked.

You shrugged. "The day before we all saved the world."

"Why didn't you say anything?" Steve's voice was pained and betrayed, and you cocked your brow at him.

"Why? So you would stay?"

"Yes, I would have!" Steve insisted.

The sheer stupidity of the situation had you give a humourless laugh.

"The last thing I want is for you to stay because of a baby, Steve. You wanted to leave, despite everything, you chose to leave. We would only hate each other in the long run."

"That's not true," Steve denied. "When I made that choice, it wasn't because I didn't love you anymore."

"No, you just didn't love me enough."

The words rang clear, almost throwing Steve off-kilter.

The silence fell, and the two of you could hear Hazel laughing with Bucky in the distance as she shrieked.

"Don't you think I deserved to know about her?" Steve asked with his lips pursed.

"No," you answered honestly. "What do you, a 90 something-year-old man, have to offer her? You certainly can't step up and be her father. Your time keeps running out and the last thing I need is for Hazel to have instability. Did you want to be her grandfather? She's already met mine, so do you want to pretend to be Bucky's?"

"So, you're just gonna lie to her and let her think Bucky is her dad?"

Your eyes flash angrily.

"Bucky is her dad. He's the only dad that counts in every way. Do you know how hard it was for me? I was scared shitless, Steve. You can delude yourself into thinking otherwise, but you're unreliable. I couldn't come to you for help," you snap at him. "Do you know who was there every time I was puking my guts out, crying or screaming, or wanted pickles with peanut butter at 2AM? Who do you think was there for every appointment. Who bought fifty parenting and baby books to study religiously? It was Bucky. Even though I knew he was scared too, he was there. So, don't fucking try to make me and Bucky look like the bad guy. You have NOTHING to offer to Hazel."

Steve stood there wide-eyed, guilt crowding over his eyes. Steve doesn't want to say he regrets going back because that would mean a lifetime of regrets he can't get back.

"You're right," Steve said slowly, trying to appease your anger. "I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that. It's not my place to say anything."

Even though Steve says it, he looks over to the little girl squealing in Bucky's arms. He looks at her blonde hair that she clearly got from him and your nose.

He and Peggy had children—children he loved more than anything.

But...the idea of his child with you...that was another reality he missed.

It seems to be that way always for him, Steve thought somberly. He was always missing something. Maybe you had been right about him.

Steve listens as you take a deep breath in and exhale.

"Do you want to meet her?" You offer, and Steve can tell it's difficult for you to say those words.

"If you're okay with it," Steve said slowly.

You nod stiffly. "It's fine as long as you respect my wishes and refrain from telling her you're her bio dad. I want to save that conversation for when she's older and able to understand it more."

You don't say it, but Steve is already thinking how he'll most likely be gone by then.

The two of you begin to walk towards Bucky and Hazel.

"What will you tell her?" Steve asked.

"The truth," you shrug. "That you were the world's greatest hero and you loved her and would've loved to get to know her if you stayed, but you didn't and it wasn't her fault."

"Right, it was mine," Steve felt a sting in the back of his throat.

"I don't think it was anyone's fault," you tell him. "It's just karma, Steve. I wasn't enough for you and now you're not enough for Hazel."

Right, Steve thought somberly as he looked at you in your summer dress. It was different from the sexy red one that used to drive him insane.

It was a calm peace, a show of your motherhood and graceful maturity.

This dress is karma, too.

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jisungsjheekies · 4 years

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Gentle With Me

Pairing: Lee Felix x female reader

Genre: Fluff, soft smut, established relationship, angst if you squint

Word count: 5.4k

Warnings: Swearing, previous bad relationship, oral (female receiving), fingering, protected sex

Requested: Yes (previously)

A/N: This fic is a repost but the original member has been changed

The day had finally come: your twenty-second birthday--and you were overjoyed. It’s not that you loved attention, you just liked having an excuse to spend time with your loved ones, considering you didn’t get to do that much. Previously in the week, you’d gone to visit your family to celebrate because you’d planned to spend your birthday with your boyfriend, Felix. He’d made sure to take the day off to spend your special day with you, as he had informed you that he had a lot planned. You were intrigued, trying to get any information out of the boy but he refused to spill. Whatever it was, you were excited because any time with Felix was your favorite, no matter what the two of you did.

And now, as you hear your alarm blare through your room, you force your eyes open and groan. Turning over in bed, you turn the sound off before pulling the covers back over your face. For a moment, you stay in that position, almost drifting back to sleep when you reach out, only to find the spot next to you empty. You pry your eyes open to find Felix missing as you sit up in bed. His stuff was still in the bedroom, which meant he was somewhere in the apartment. But where? He always stayed in bed with you to cuddle on his days off, so you were a little confused. Getting up from bed, you grabbed the nearest blanket to wrap around your shoulders as you headed off in search for your boyfriend. The moment you stepped out of the bedroom, your nose was met with a delicious smell.

Bacon.

With a much faster pace than before, you strode towards your kitchen, catching sight of your boyfriend’s bare back as he hunched over the stovetop, flipping pancakes. Quietly, you moved to sit at the counter, watching Felix cook breakfast. After finishing the pancakes, he turned to place them on the countertop, almost dropping the plate in surprise when he met your fixed gaze.

“How long have you been sitting there?” Felix asked, a hand over his racing heart as he placed the plate down. You tilted your head slightly to the side and gave him a sly grin.

“Not long. I smelled bacon.” Your comment made Felix laugh as he came around the counter to wrap his arms around you from behind, placing a kiss to your cheek.

“Good morning, Princess. Happy birthday!” He placed one last kiss to your temple before pulling away. You turned your head to the side to look up at him, beaming brightly as you did so.

“Good morning!” you placed a sweet kiss to his lips. “Now where’s the bacon?”

A rather loud laugh burst from inside Felix as he released his arms from around you, returning to his cooking. Opening the oven, Felix reached in to grab a tray that he’d set in there to keep warm. Fixing two plates of food, he made sure to place a few extra slices of bacon on your plate before bringing them over towards where you sat.

“Breakfast for the birthday girl,” Felix declared, watching as you happily dug in. The two of you ate in a peaceful silence, occasionally sharing a smile. Once you’d both cleared your plates, you reached for them to clean but Felix playfully hit your hand, “I don’t think so.” He ushered you out of the kitchen and into the living room so he could clean. You sat on the couch, turning on the tv to watch whatever seemed interesting, settling on a baking show. After a while, Felix returned from the kitchen to lean over the back of the couch to peer at you. Reaching for the remote, he turned off your show to grab your full attention. Meeting his eyes, Felix stared lovingly at you before breaking the silence.

“Go get dressed, love. We have a lot planned today” Felix smiled. Pulling you from the couch, you looked at him questionably.

“But what should I wear?”

“Don’t worry about that Princess, it’s already on the bed.” And with that, he pushed you towards your room without allowing you to question him further. Walking back into the room, you eyes caught sight of Felix’s selection. On the bed, laid a tan colored pair of flowy shorts, a black tank top, and your favorite cardigan to match. Grabbing the clothes, you head into the bathroom to get dressed before fixing your hair and adding a little makeup. Coming out of the bathroom, you were met with a grinning Felix, holding a box.

“You look beautiful.” Felix sat the box down on the bed as he reached out to grab your hand, pulling you closer. Brushing your loose hair behind your ears, he placed a hand to the back of your head and leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling back to gaze into your eyes. Your own mirroring his with so much emotion. You loved him with your whole heart and would do anything for him, he knew that and you knew he felt the same for you.

“The first of many,” Felix broke your gaze, placing the box from earlier, into your hands. Without another word, you unwrapped the package, finding a pair of black ankle boots with a bow attached to the back. The same shoes you saw a week ago when you and Felix were taking a walk home from the studio. You’d seen them in a store’s window and immediately fell in love but they were expensive so you’d passed them up. And now, here they were, sitting in your hands. Pulling them out of the box, you looked up at Felix in shock before giving him a disappointing look.

“Don’t look at me like that. Princess, it’s your birthday, you deserve to be spoiled. I know how much you loved them when we first saw them,” Felix started. You could only sigh in response. You knew there was no getting through to him. “Sorry to disappoint you love but you’re going to have to get used to this,” Felix smirked, causing you to playfully roll your eyes.

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this” you giggled when he glared at you. You slid the shoes on your feet before doing a little twirl, showing off your outfit.

“How do I look?”

“Like an angel.” His intense stare caused heat to rise to your cheeks from the attention.

“What are we going to do?” you asked curiously while he just shook his head and smiled.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out.” Felix immediately laughed when you groaned in response. You loved surprises but not when you knew about the surprise because you were impatient and he knew that, choosing to have a little fun with it instead. The two of you piled into his car before setting off to god knows where.

“Can I at least have a hint?” you batted your eyes at him, hoping he’d give in. One glance and it worked as he sighed.

“I have four things planned.” You opened your mouth to question him but he silenced you immediately, “That’s all you’re getting.” You huffed, better than nothing, you thought. Driving for another ten minutes or so, your surroundings started to become much more familiar.

“Lix” you turned in the passenger seat to look at him. “Are you taking me to where I think you are?” Felix stayed silent, a grin making its way to his face as you began to bounce excitedly in your seat. Silently freaking out, you watched as he pulled the car into the familiar coffee shop’s parking lot. The two of you walked inside, hand in hand, the smell of coffee hitting your senses and immediately you sighed in content. It’d been ages since you’d come here as it was so far away but it was a place you used to visit often before you’d moved into the city with Felix. Finding an empty booth near a window, a middle-aged woman came over to your table to take your order.

“I’ll have a cinnamon dolce latte with whipped cream and an apple scone” you said politely. She wrote your order down before turning to Felix.

“I’ll just take an americano with a banana nut muffin.” The waitress smiled warmly at the two of you, informing you that she’d have it out shortly before walking away from the table.

“I can’t believe you brought me here” you said with a giddy smile. Felix reached across the table to grab a hold of your hands.

“This is your day, Princess, so of course I’d bring you to one of your favorite places,” Felix squeezed your hand affectionately. A few moments later, the waitress returned, carrying a tray with your drinks and pastries. Placing the items on the table, she told the both of you to enjoy before walking away once more. Grabbing the hot mug, you brought it up to your lips to take a sip, slowly to not burn yourself. The moment the sweet liquid ran down your throat, your body grew warm as a sense of happiness filled you. You sighed happily before looking up to find Felix staring at you with a fond smile.

“What?” you asked.

“You’re so cute,” Felix stated, causing a blush to appear upon your cheeks once more.

“Shut up,” you murmured in embarrassment. Felix grinned at your reaction, the two of you making light conversation as you finished your beverages and pastries. After you were both done, Felix laid a twenty dollar bill on the table before leading you back outside to the car, waving goodbye to the kind waitress.

“Where to now?” you asked cheekily, Felix opening your door for you to climb inside the car before he joined you on the other side.

“Destination number two.” And with that, Felix started the car. Heading back into the city, your mind racked with ideas of places that he may be taking you but you came up short. During the drive, you gazed out the window, enjoying the scenery around you. You’d been so lost in thought that you hadn’t noticed pull the car into another parking lot.

“Princess?” Felix broke your trance. You looked over at the smiling boy before looking around you, your face mirroring his own once you’d realized where you were.

“I should’ve guessed,” you giggled as the two of you climbed out of the car. You grabbed ahold of his hand and pulled him towards the park. This place held a special place in your heart as it was the place where you’d first met Felix.

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You’d been sitting against a tree, so focused on writing something on your laptop that you hadn’t noticed a ball hurtling towards you, knocking you over. It hadn’t hurt too much, just mostly scared you. A second later, several boys came running towards you as you sat upright.

“Are you okay?” “I’m so sorry!” “It was an accident!” Apologizes and concerns were thrown your way until one boy stepped out from the group.

“I’m sorry, my friend is terrible at soccer. Are you okay?” you looked up at the by

“I’m okay,” you smiled softly, giggling at the boys around you. “I’m not that good either.” Your light hearted confession eased the boys’ worries as they took a seat around you. They all went around, introducing themselves when the last boy spoke, “and I’m Felix.”

“It’s nice to meet you all, I’m Y/N,” you grinned, causing the boys to mirror your expression. For a while, you and the boys made conversation, getting to know each other when one of them complained of being hungry. You reassured them that they were free to go but Felix had other plans.

“I still feel really bad about Jisung hitting you in the head. Can I make it up to you? Come eat with us.” And without hesitation, you agreed, because how were you supposed to say no to the beautiful boy.

Four months later, Felix texted you, asking if you’d meet him at the same park because he needed to talk to you. You were worried because he’d been giving you the cold shoulder recently and you weren’t sure of what you’d done to upset him so you agreed to meet him. An hour later, you saw him leaning again the same tree you’d been sitting at the day you meet him. He noticed your presence and immediately smiled at you as if nothing was wrong, only making you more confused.

“Walk with me,” Felix said, motioning for you to follow him. Neither of you said a word as you walked side by side down the sidewalk. At one point, Felix stopped and turned towards you.

“Do you trust me?” He asked. You nodded your head without hesitation as he grabbed a hold of you hand, leading you off the path to somewhere you’d never seen before. Reaching a dead end, or so you thought, Felix lifted the branches, urging you to walk through as he followed behind you. The sight in front of you made your jaw drop in awe--a beautiful garden secluded from the public eye.

“How did you--?” you began, clearly confused.

“I was being followed by fans so I hid, ended up falling into here,” Felix confessed. You nodded in response but remained silent. For a moment or two, you both just admired the scene until Felix finally spoke.

“Can we talk?” Felix asked, voice wavering slightly. You weren’t sure why but you agreed nevertheless.

“I’ve never been the best with words, especially when I’m nervous so I’m just going to keep it simple. Y/N, I like you. Have for a while now but I didn’t want to say anything in case you didn’t feel the same and I didn’t want to make it awkward but I really can’t keep it in anymore.” One moment you’re staring at him in utter shock, the next moment your lips are on his. After pulling apart to catch your breath, Felix placed a hand on each of your cheeks before looking deeply into your eyes.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked but instead of responding, you allowed your lips to answer his question as you leaned in once more.

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After almost a year of dating, here you were once again at the same park that was filled with so many memories. You continued to pull Felix through the park until you reached the large, open area where everyone was scattered. You watched as children ran around chasing each other, owners played with their dogs, groups sitting on the ground talking. Everyone looked so happy which was another reason you loved this place. It brought joy to others and to yourself.

“Walk with me?” Felix asked, you nodded your head and grabbed his hand as the both of you strolled through the park, people watching. Every once in a while, you’d point out a cute dog or baby and Felix would just laugh at you. Without even realizing it, you’d both walked off into the direction of the garden, as if your bodies were drawn to the memorable place. Standing inside the garden, you both sighed in contentment. It was as if a weight was lifted off your shoulder but moments later, you felt a new weight appear. You were watching Felix from across the garden, looking as handsome as ever and it got you to think. You weren’t sure what you’d done to deserve someone as sweet as him. He always dropped whatever he was doing to be there for you, always making sure you were happy and healthy. Coming from a toxic relationship, you weren’t used to this kind of treatment. You felt like a burden because he always did so much. Even today, he’d taken off from work and made you his only priority because it was your special day. As much as you appreciated his efforts, you felt selfish because you didn’t do as much for him in return. In the past, you were used to giving your all for your ex and he took advantage of that. Made you feel like you’d never be anything without him, that you’d never be loved by anyone else after him. Felix deserved the world but you were scared that history would repeat itself. Your train of thought was soon interrupted when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, Felix placing his head on your shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern lacing his voice. You just smiled before leaning your head back onto him.

“Nothing, I just wish we could stay here forever.” His arms tightened around your waist for a moment before he released you from his hold.

“Me too Princess but we had more planned for the day. We can come back, I promise.”

“Okay” you smiled softly.

“How about we go get some food now?” Felix suggested, causing you to bounce in excitement. Grabbing his hand, she dragged him to the one place she had in mind - her favorite food truck located in the main area of the park. It was your favorite because they sold the best tasting french fries, your comfort food. Why they were your favorite, you had no idea, but you always made sure to get some when you came here. After finishing your snack, you took one more stroll around the park before Felix led you back to the car.

“Destination three, here we come.”

After ten minutes of driving, you were confused because it seemed like he was taking you back home, however, when he took a left turn instead of a right, you knew exactly where he was taking you. You began to squeal as Felix looked over at you and laughed.

“Guess you figured it out,” he said before turning into the parking lot of your favorite bakery.

“Well you DO keep taking me to all of my favorite places so it only made sense that you’d bring me here” you giggled. The two of you climbed out of the car and entered the bakery, the old man behind the counter greeting you with a warm smile.

“Felix, Y/N! It’s nice to see you again.”

“Hi Mr. Kim, how are you?” Felix asked the man kindly.

“I’ve been well, can’t complain” he chuckled, “How have you two been?”

“Great! Felix has been spoiling me today so he brought me here” you grinned fondly.

“Oh? What’s the special occasion?” Mr. Kim asked curiously.

“It’s her birthday,” Felix told him, Mr. Kim cheering excitedly before moving towards the bakery case.

“In that case, choose whatever you’d like Ms. Y/N, it’s on the house!”

“Oh Mr. Kim I couldn’t do that” you shook your head, denying his kind offer.

“I insist sweetheart, I won’t take no for an answer.” And with that, you picked out what you wanted, watching as he placed them in a box and handed them to you. You took it from him with a grateful smile before bidding him goodbye.

“Have a great birthday sweetheart. Come back soon!”

Back in the car, you placed the sweets in the back carefully before turning to Felix. “One more destination?” you asked.

“Yeah except you have a say in this one,” Felix said as you raised a brow in interest, urging him to continue, “I’d like to take you out to dinner but I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for.” You pondered his offer for a moment before an idea entered your mind.

“Actually, I’d like for us to cook if that’s okay?” you asked.

“Of course Princess, it’s your day. What did you have in mind?”

“Bibimbap” you suggested, causing a smile to appear on Felix’s face.

“As you wish, Princess.” And with that, he started the car to drive to the supermarket so you two could get ingredients that you would need to cook before heading home to unload everything. You began to prep the ingredients with the help of Felix, the two of you working in silence as you focused on cooking, sharing a smile with one another every once in a while.

Forty five minutes later, the meal had been completed as Felix prepared two bowls, bringing it over to the table just as you’d finish setting it up. Sitting across from you, you each dug into your food, carrying on light conversation. The atmosphere felt light, but something sat heavily in the back of your mind. You tried your best to keep it masked, not wanting to worry Felix, especially after such a wonderful day.

“Did you have a good birthday Princess?” Felix asked, grabbing your hand from across the table. You gaze at him fondly, your smile reaching your eyes as you nodded.

“One of the best. Thank you Lix, you really didn’t have to go through all that trouble.”

“It was completely worth it as long as you enjoyed it. I’d do it all over again just to make you happy.” You felt a twinge in your heart, How did I get so lucky?, you thought.

“I love you” You declared, watching as Felix grinned widely.

“I love you Princess” Felix responded before continuing, “I’ll clean the kitchen while you go relax,” and before you could argue, he ushered you out of the kitchen without another word.

You headed for the bedroom, wanting to get ready for bed but stopped in the doorway. Your feet remained glued to the floor as you stared into nothing, your mind on one thing. You and Felix had been together for quite some time now and yet, neither of you have made a move to take things further. Sure, the two of you shared kisses and fooled around a little but nothing too serious. You were convinced that you’d scared him after all the times you’d pushed him away, saying you weren’t ready yet. After all that, he’d just stopped trying, not wanting to pressure you into anything or make you uncomfortable. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to take the next step with him. It was just that you were scared after the way your ex had treated you. He had effectively turned you into an insecure, paranoid mess, and that was why you distanced yourself from your boyfriend by avoiding any further intimacy.

But tonight, you decided that you didn’t want to be scared anymore. With a plan in mind, you closed the door behind you.

Meanwhile, Felix had just finished cleaning the kitchen when he washed his hands one last time and headed off through the apartment in search for you. Assuming you’d gone to prepare for bed, he opened the bedroom door slowly to not startle you but froze at the sight in front of him.

There you were, sat upon the edge of your shared bed, with candles lit all around the room. The flickering flames illuminated your features to appear more innocent as Felix looked at you, waiting for an explanation.

“You’re probably wondering what all this is” you started, watching as Felix nodded his head. He remained silent and frozen, not wanting to frighten you. “Lix, I’m sorry for all the times I’ve pushed you away when all you tried to do was love me. You know how my ex treated me and how messed up I was because of him. He made me feel unloved and disgusting and while I know you would never do that, I still couldn’t help but feel insecure. I didn’t want you to see me the same way that he did. I was scared that history would repeat itself. But now, as I’m standing here with you and after the wonderful day we’ve had together, I want nothing more than to be with you right now” you rambled, your heart beating wildly as your hands shook nervously.

Felix moved closer to you, grabbing a hold of your hands to pull you from the bed. “Do you trust me?” he asked softly.

“More than I do myself,” you confessed. Felix gently backed you up to the bed, laying you on your back.

“Then let me take care of you,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “The way you deserve.”

Then, his lips were pressed against yours in a tender kiss. The kiss was soft at first, Felix not wanting to rush the moment with you. But eventually that wasn’t enough for you as your hands began to roam his body, deepening the kiss as you swiped your tongue across his bottom lip. Felix immediately granted you access as he opened his mouth, both of your tongues exploring each other’s mouth. One of Felix’s hands slid down your body, gripping onto your waist with a light pressure as he moved to press kisses down your body. His lips gliding from the base of your ear, he pressed a kiss below, causing you to hiss.

“Perhaps someone has a sweet spot,” Felix teased, causing you to whine. The sound was like music to his ears and he told himself that he would do everything he could to hear more of them. Leaning back down, he sucked on the sensitive area before nibbling on the skin and moving further down your neck. You whined more at the action, causing Felix to grin against your neck as he continued to mark any visible area. Sitting up straight, Felix stared down at you.

“Are you sure about this? We don’t have to if you’re not ready Princess.”

“I’m sure,” you said with a nervous smile. “Just be gentle with me please.”

“Always, Princess. If you change your mind or feel uncomfortable at any point, don’t hesitate to stop me, okay?” You nodded in response, urging him to continue. Felix grabbed ahold of one of your hands, lifting it to his mouth to press a kiss to it. Letting go, his hands moved to the base of your shirt. Looking into your eyes, he saw no sign of hesitation as he gripped the shirt and helped pull it off your body. As soon as your body was exposed, you threw your arms across your chest in an attempt to hide from your boyfriend’s eyes. But, your arms were immediately pulled away.

“Don’t. You’re beautiful, Princess. Absolutely stunning,” Felix admired you with an affectionate smile. A blush appeared upon your cheeks but, nevertheless, you allowed him to uncover your body. To make you more comfortable, Felix slipped off his own shirt so that both of you were now shirtless. He leaned in to kiss you again until you pulled away to catch your breath, Felix moving further down your body, placing a trail of kisses from your neck to your chest to your stomach. Your body tensed when his lips touched above your pants. He looked up at you once more.

“May I?” In response, you raised your hips as he slid off your shorts, followed by your underwear. You gasped in shock as the cold air hit your exposed area. Taking his time, Felix moved back up your body, sliding your bra straps off your shoulders before reaching behind you to release the clasp. Slowly, he pulled the fabric away from your body, leaving you completely exposed. It took everything in you to not cover yourself, opting to turn your head in embarrassment. The last time you’d been in this position, you were with your ex and not once had it ever been about you. Your ex only cared about his needs and making sure he got off, leaving you high and dry in the end each time. It was never about you, he made sure you knew that.

But now, as you look at the way Felix looked at you, you couldn’t help the tear that fell from your eye. His expression full of love as he softly caressed your body. A hand reached up to wipe the fallen tear.

“Why are you crying, Princess?”

“Because of the way you’re looking at me,” you admitted, reaching a hand up to lay against his cheek. He tilted his head in confusion, waiting for you to explain. “I’ve never had someone care about me the way that you do. I’ve never felt so loved like I have with you.”

Felix’s heart swelled at your confession, giving you a warm smile. “You deserve to be loved Y/N, and I’m going to do all I can to prove that to you.” Without wasting any more time, Felix removed his pants, leaving him in only his boxers.

“Just relax Princess. I’m going to make you feel good.” Without another word, Felix settled in between your legs as you waited anxiously for his next move. His hands rested over your inner thighs as he rubbed the skin soothingly to comfort you. Giving you one last look, he turned his attention back to pleasuring you. Felix pressed up lips to your inner thigh, dangerously close to your center. He continued to kiss your skin, not once touching the area where you needed him most. Frustration got the best of you as you reached your hand down, lacing your fingers through his hair.

“Felix, for the love of god, please don’t tease me,” you begged, causing him to chuckle.

“As you wish, Princess,” Felix smirked.

You sighed the moment his mouth was on you. It’d been so long since someone touched you like this, the pleasure almost overwhelming. He started off slow, enjoying the way your breath would hitch every time he flicked his tongue over your folds. From the way your face scrunched up in pleasure, Felix could tell you were getting close. Wanting to help you reach your high, he slid a finger into you before quickly adding a second when you were ready.

“Fuck,” you gasped, your hand gripping onto his hair as he quickened his pace. You could feel your high approaching and after Felix sucked on your clit, pleasure filled your body as you released on his fingers. Felix eased you through your high before pulling out his fingers. You watched as he licked his fingers clean, getting more aroused by the sight. He moved from between your legs, taking off his boxers in the process.

“Do you have a condom?” He asked worriedly, unprepared as he hadn’t expected this to happen tonight. He’d waited for this moment with you for so long and now he was afraid that he’d just lost his chance.

“In the bottom drawer. Just so you know, ’m also on the pill,” You told him, a look of relief crossing his face. Felix reached over to grab protection, quickly rolling it onto himself before he hovered over your naked body, lining himself up with your entrance.

“Are you sure?” Felix asked. You grabbed his face, pulling him to you as you placed a sweet kiss against his lips. When you pulled away from each other, you gave him a smile and that was all the response he needed as he slowly pushed himself into you. You hadn’t been intimate with anyone since your ex so the stretch caused you to tense for a moment but Felix eased you through the discomfort, kissing every inch of your face that he could--forehead, cheeks, the tip of your nose, and then your lips.

You both sighed as Felix bottomed out, giving you a moment to adjust before you gave him the signal to continue. Lacing his fingers with yours, Felix pulled back to set a slow place, enjoying the feeling of you. You hid your face in embarrassment, avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend as he hovered above you.

“Princess, look at me,” Felix said tenderly, but you made no move to respond. “Y/N” he said more seriously, gaining your attention as you looked up at him with big doe eyes. “I love you.”

Your expression softened immediately as your cheeks turned a rosy shade. “I love you too.”

Then, with one particular snap of his hips had you whining instantly, sparking something inside Felix as he sped up his pace. The faster he went, the louder you got and Felix was living for it.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, “Lix, I’m close.” And so was Felix as his thrusts began to grow sloppy. With a few more snaps of his hips, the two of you released together as Felix helped you ride out your highs.

“That was--” Felix stilled within you, trying to catch his breath.

“Amazing,” you finished for him. After he pulled out of you and your heart rates returned to a normal pace, you turned to look at him.

“Let’s do that again,” you giggled, as Felix pulled you into his embrace.

“I’m down,” Felix smirked before attacking your lips in a heated kiss.

Needless to say, round two was a little less . . . gentle.

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California Summer - B.H. Smut [one]

Synopsis: Kings Cove California is Billy Hargrove’s hometown. It’s also a popular summer vacation destination for rich couples and their spoiled kids. (Y/N) is one of those rich girls. Proper, sweet, innocent. Only that all bores her to death and Billy is just the adventure she’s been looking for. It’s all fun and games. A summer fling. Not strings attached. Right?

Inspired by the songs “dreaming of you” and “Kiss it off me” by Cigarettes After Sex.

A/N: This is smut, babes. Filthy. I will sit in the shame cube after I post it. Please if that is not fore you, don’t read it. Also do not interact if you’re under 18, that’s just not cool. Kay, thanks ♥

Might fuck around and make this a series.

[additional note: I am German. Sometimes I get the tense wrong or make mistakes. I am useless when it comes to punctuation. Go easy on me, please.]

There’s something about California summers, Billy thinks, thank makes them special. They’re hot and sticky and messy but they’re also exciting and exhilarating. The world seems to be dusted in a perpetual golden glow and days seem endless and full of possibility.

Maybe that sentiment is what brings all the tourists to the little coastal town of Kings Cove, California. A town caught between the undeniable charm of an old sleepy coastal town and the ever-expanding demand for tourist-friendly beach houses in gated communities where rich people can relish in the charm the town brings and then piss off once their vacation days are over.

Billy was born here, raised here until he was 17 and shipped off to forge his path in shitville Indiana. He was miserable then, but a shadow of himself. Angry and sad and overwhelmed by emotions he never learned to properly deal with. Singers and artists always seem to find something poetic about being young and angry and lost. Truth is: there’s nothing poetic about it, nothing romantic or desirable. It’s hard and it kills you slowly. Starting with your heart and then taking over every part of you, slowly but surely.

Soon as he turned 18 and was handed his High School diploma, Billy packed all his belongings into the Camaro and was off. The drive back to California, back home, it felt cleansing. Like a rebirth. A return to life at his own terms.

He got out. He survived. This, Billy is sure, he would always pride himself with no matter how trivial it may seem to anyone else. He got out. Not completely whole. Severely bruised. He got out with a heart so scared he’s sceptical it will ever fully heal. But he got out.

Though coming home didn’t come without its hardships and obstacles. There was nothing waiting for him here but a bunch of questions and an uncertain future. Finding a job, a place to stay, a point from which to start — it was hard. It still is hard. But he’s trying his best.

Kings Cove has a handful of restaurants, some convenience stores, a gym, a few bars, a drive-in, a normal cinema and a bowling alley. It’s really nothing spectacular and yet it seems there’s more and more tourist making it their temporary home in the months between May and September. It started about 5 years ago, that the town started changing with the increase in tourism. They bulldozed the playground Billy always played at, the one closest to the beach and built a bunch of fancy-ass houses and condos and a fucking Starbucks. It pains him to see it. To watch the town he loves so much, the one that holds so much charm, turn into a sandbox for rich people to shape and turn and make it something it isn’t. Something empty and lifeless.

The good thing about those tourists though, is that they are really really rich. Absolutely filthy rich. The kind of rich where they don’t know what to do with their money so you can charge them insane prices for ordinary things.

And that’s what the locals have started doing. A scoop of ice cream used to be 30ct, now it’s a dollar. You gotta bend with the world. You gotta adapt. Surviving means changing even if it sucks ass.

When he first arrived back, Billy had no idea how to navigate this place with all its changes. He felt so god damn out of place in his own home. That’s until he reconnected with Johnny, an old friend from middle school. A kid who grew up in a home filled with anger and sadness just as Billy did. Someone who understood. Someone who understands.

Johnny had it all figured out, adapted and changed. Got Billy a job at the maintenance business he works at. Fixing rain gutters and mowing lawns and cleaning driftwood off the sections of private beach belonging to the beach houses. It’s not the greatest job in the world but it’s alright and it pays good money and sometimes Billy even gets to hang out at the houses when the rich people are out taking surf lessons or doing a wine tasting a town over or try their luck on a god damn banana boat.

Kings Cove is small and the locals know each other. They’re a community tightly bonded through their shared disdain for the change their beloved town went through and the knowledge that though they can’t change anything, they can at least make the vacationers pay big money for everything.

It’s his second summer now and most of the families whose houses he tends to he’s already familiar with. You don’t forget the people who tip you 50 bucks each time. On Mondays, Billy cares for the Millers’ backyard. On Wednesday he makes sure the Callaghans’ pool is clean and still stinks of way too much chlorine. On Thursdays, it’s the Franklins’ estate that needs tending to. And weekends? Those are off.

Weekends mean he gets to enjoy the California summer himself. He goes out to the beach just after sunrise, to catch a few waves or just hang out in the ocean and let it wash away the stress resting on his shoulders from a whole week of hard work. Later, much later, when the sun is about to set, the real fun begins. There’s a bonfire almost every week. No one is ever quite sure who starts it and no official invitations are ever spoken though everyone knows and sure enough, every Saturday a crowd of young people gather by the driftwood pile and hang out and drink and dance as the bonfire crackles on.

It’s not just locals either. There’s always a few stray tourists there. Billy isn’t really all that interested in getting to know them. This is just a blip on their radar. A temporary adventure. But to him this place is home and he’s so fucking tired of these rich kids coming around and acting like they own the place. He’s the first to admit though, that the girls are quite hot and he doesn’t mind a little fling here and there without the fear of having them want anything permanent, knowing their time together comes with an expiry date. They can be quite fun and they’re so willing to let themselves fall into an intimate adventure with a local.

There’s no chase, no effort from him. The only annoying thing is they usually don’t grasp the idea of a summer fling and get clingy to the point where it becomes frustrating.

It’s a bonfire like any other, when his eyes drift across the beach, filled with people mingling all clutching a bottle or a cup. Nothing feels different or spectacular or special. But maybe that’s the thing about special moments — we don’t realise they’re special until we look at them in retrospect. And then they mean everything.

His eyes meet hers across the way. There are no fireworks. His heart beats at a normal rate. Whatever the movies and the songs try to sell you, that’s not how it really happens. Your world won’t shift and there will be no hummingbirds going wild in your stomach. It’s just a glance, a flicker. A moment that seems to hold no significance at all.

Billy can tell she’s not from here. Her outfit says it all. She’s wearing a long flowy skirt and a white tank top and some denim jacket over it that looks like it probably belongs to some boy with a trust fund and a name like Kyle or Charles. In her hair, there’s a clip with a fake flower on it. She looks expensive and fancy and like a piece of work that he’s not willing to put any effort in. He bets the guy beside her, the one that keeps playing with her hair. The one in the polo shirt. That’s probably her boy. His dad owns a boat for sure and probably fucks his secretary.

And even though he pulls his eyes away, he can feel his thoughts drift back towards her. As if some magnetic force tries to keep his mind there, with her. On the way she smiles, or how the wind blows through her hair and makes them looks messy and disorderly and — hot. On how he wants to be the one making a mess of her. He wonders what she feels like, tastes like, sounds like. Even Billy can’t deny he wants her. She’s just his type though something tells him she’s different from his other flings. There’s something deeper in her eyes. A secret he wants to unravel. It’s hidden there and it’s screaming out to him and only him.

As he turns back towards her, he sees her looks straight back at him. With those eyes full of secrets and that smirk on her lips.

Maybe his heart does beat a little faster then. Though he’ll never admit it.

That night he goes to bed and dreams of her and the beach and California.

California summers come with heat but they also come with thunderous storms. Mighty and unforgiving and rough.

Billy makes his way down the roads of Kings Cove, windshield wipers just about dealing with the heavy rainfall as it drums down onto his car window.

“ It’s the wrath of all women scorned and mistreated “ his mother used to say when he was younger and a storm washed over them. He always thought that was silly. Women aren’t thunderstorms, they’re April showers. They’re sunshine on your skin. They’re dewdrops on the lawn.

It’s so dull and gloomy he almost doesn’t see her. Only the peach coloured baseball cap makes her stand out against the grey. She’s slowly walking along the side of the road, unbothered by the downpour. Casual and relaxed as if she’s not getting soaked right this moment. There’s a Slurpee in her hand, blue raspberry.

He wants to drive past and no let himself be bothered with it. This, she, it’s not a mess he needs to get involved in. This can only end in a disaster. Rich boys don’t like you picking up their girlfriends. Rich boys also don’t like you lusting after their girlfriends. And rich boys who see you as a threat can get your ass fired real fucking quick.

And yet he pulls up to the curb and rolls down the window. “ Do you need a ride? “.

She smiles at him, the same way she did that night at the beach in the glow of the bonfire. Her lips are cherry red and for a second he wonders what they taste like. It’s like a primal desire, to taste her. To have her. God, he’s such a guy.

“ Need? No. I’d like one though.”

It’s the first time he hears her voice. It sounds so proper, so innocent. And yet there’s an edge to it. She’s all riddles and mysteries and things he wants to unpack and unravel. Something tells him all the red and the ribbons are only the outermost layer of who she really is. And wouldn’t he like to see more of her?!

“ Get in then,” he instructs with the nudge of his head. A gust of wind follows her as she opens the door and slides into the car. She smells of sunscreen and salt and artificial raspberry flavour. She smells like summer.

“ I’m Billy. “

“ I know. “

That catches him off guard. Sure he knows the locals and some of the kids whose parents he works for but that’s about it. He’s not nearly as prolific as he used to be in Hawkins. He’s a bit more mellow now if he can say so himself.

“ And you are?”

“ (Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N). You tend to our beach house on Tuesdays. I saw you clean our pool the other day”.

That’s news to him. The fact that the (Y/L/N)s have a daughter. He thought it was only her parents alone in that big house in some attempt to rekindle the fire of their marriage. Last year it was only them two, he could swear.

“ Is that so? I could’ve sworn it was just your parents in that house. “

“ Was just them last year, I was in New York City last summer. This time they decided to bring me. Let me enjoy the California sun. “

“ So you enjoying it? “

“ Verdict is still out but I quite like the view yeah. “

The teasing edge in her voice does not get lost on him. If Billy Hargrove is good at one thing, it’s realising when a girl is flirting with him.

“ You watching me then? What does your little boyfriend think about that, huh?”

“ Boyfriend? “ she sounds almost offended at those words, spits it with a certain malice that takes Billy by surprise. “ You mean Dawson? “

Dawson. Of course, that’s his name. Fucking Dawson. Dawson with the swoopy hair and the polo shirt. Dawson with the trust fund. Dawson with the DUI and the state attorney dad. Dawson with the scholarship.

“ Dunno his name.”

“ He’s not my boyfriend. He’s a friend that’s a boy that thinks if he waves around his money I’ll spread my legs for him. As if I don’t have my own money. It’s so unsexy it makes my pussy dry as the Serengeti.”

Billy has to stop himself from pushing the brakes too hard. It’s not something he has expected her to say. Not this outright at least. Something about her brashness and her honesty is truly charming though. It’s endearing for sure.

“ Wearing his jacket though, poor guy thinks he’ll score soon enough.”

“ Eh. Maybe I’ll let him. I’m getting a bit bored. If nothing better comes along— “ she says it casually and shrugs her shoulders but Billy swears there’s an open end to that sentence. Almost like an invitation.

“ Hope pretty boy does it for you then. So — where to? “

She faces him, peach baseball cap on her head and cherry smile on her lips. “ See, the thing is that my parents aren’t home right now and I don’t have a key so … “

“ So...? “

“ Just wanna hang somewhere until they get home tonight. Maybe somewhere dry? “

Everything in him screams at him not to do it. Not to get tangled up in this. He knows, god he knows, this is a bad idea and yet he says it anyway.

“ Do you wanna chill at my place? “

She bites her lips then takes another sip from her Slurpee. “ Yeah, sounds good to me.”

God Billy, you are such a dumbass.

Billy’s apartment is small but he feels more at home here than he ever did in any house he shared with his father.

There’s an open kitchen/living room area, a bathroom and his bedroom. It’s not much but it’s his and that makes all the difference.

“ Well uh — this is my place. “

He almost expects to see some kind of disdain on her face, disappointment too maybe. She’s used to big fancy houses with white shutters and stucco ceilings. Though when he turns to look at her there’s none of it. Just curiosity. No judgment. Not even a tiny spark. Not even at all.

“ It’s nice. Do you uh — I’m soaked. Do you have a shirt or something you could give me?”

It’s now, that he lets his eyes travel down her body, and notices her shirt clinging to her body. She’s not wearing a bra and it’s painfully obvious and he swears he dies in that moment. There’s only so much a guy’s heart can take.

“ Uh. I — mmh.”

As if his body works on autopilot, Billy hurries towards his bedroom and rummages through his closet until he finds a shirt that’s even baggy on him and will surely work for her. God, seeing her in his clothes is gonna give him another little heart attack.

“ Here you g — “ she’s naked. Not completely but her shirt and jeans are gone and all she’s in is a pair of red underwear and no bra and some socks and that damn peach baseball hat.

“ Huh? you never seen a pair of tits before? “

“ No, I have. “

“ Good. “

“ Yeah. Here “

She smirks as Billy hands her the shirt, doesn’t break eye contact. Not even once and she slips if over her head and almost drowns in the fabric. It reaches down to mid-thigh and she looks glorious. Wet hair clinging to her skin, shirt covering everything but just barely. Bily is usually suave and charming and smooth. Why not now? Why not with her? What is it about this girl that she plays his games better than he does it himself.

“ You want something to eat? “

What the fuck, Billy. There’s a half-naked girl in your kitchen and you’re asking her if she wants food? What is going on?!

“ Sure, what’ve you got? “

“ Lemme see — “ Billy says and turns towards the kitchen cabinets and (Y/N) slides up and sits down on the island. Her ass must be flush on the counter and Billy has to stop himself from following that thought any further because that would result in a serious hard-on right now.

“ So I got some Nachos aaand — “ he says and squats down to open a lower cabinet, “ I think there’s guacamole somewh— “

A soft thump interrupts him and, as he realises what’s caused the sound, his heart drops straight down into his pants and his whole body goes hot. Like his entire system is going haywire.

His hand reaches out to take the flimsy red fabric into his hand. Her underwear. This has crossed flirting long ago. This is an obvious invitation and if this was any other girl or any other situation he’d already be balls deep inside her so why not now?

As Billy turns to look at her, the teasing smirk is back, her eyebrow is raised in a way that tells him she’s challenging his next move, and the secrets are back sparkling in her eyes.

“ Oops “ she says though he can tell she’s all but sorry.

“ What are you doing? You have a boyfriend. “

“ Uuuugh ” (Y/N) moans in annoyance, “ I told you, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a boy who doesn’t get it. I have a lot of boys in a lot of cities who all do not get it. They think because they’re rich and their parents have influence, everyone has to do as they wish. They’re not used to not getting what they want and I like to see ‘em get pissy once they realise they can’t have me. Billy those guys — they are so boring. So dull and if I have to listen to one more lecture about politics or their scholarship or how their daddy helped finance the university’s library I am going to off myself. “

“ So what role do I play in this game? You’re just a rich girl who’s bored with her suitors then, huh? What am I ? “

“ Exciting. You are different. You are you, no ifs or buts. You are your own person not a clone of your wealthy father and his even wealthier father. You are exciting and so. fucking. hot. “

Billy doesn’t notice it happening but suddenly he’s so close he can feel her breath on his skin. She’ so close. So close. All he has to do is reach out and grab her. Touch her. Kiss her. Taste her.

“ Fuck me.”

“ You sure? “ he murmurs, voice low and deep and soothing. “That’s all this is gonna be. Sex and fun and nothing serious. “

“ Just fun. No strings. I’ll leave at the end of the summer anyway. Until then we can — explore. “

“ Explore? “

“ Mmh. There’s so much we can do.“

“ Sounds good to me. “

Billy doesn’t give her time to reply before his lips descend on hers. She doesn’t taste like cherries or chapstick or sugar. She tastes cold and like fake raspberry slushy. Billy thinks it’s his favourite flavour now.

His hands wander up and down her sides and hers get tangled in his curls, combing through his hair and tugging slightly. She’s breathing deep, quick breaths as his lips make their way across her neck and down towards her boobs. He bunches the shirt up and pulls it over her head leaving her naked on his kitchen counter. She’s absolutely fucking breathtaking and his jeans are getting awfully tight around the front.

“ You’re so hot “ he murmurs against her skin as he buries his head in the crook of her neck. Her skin is flushed and there’s a cute red tint to her cheeks. Maybe he was wrong about it on all accounts. Maybe she’s not as innocent as he has first thought.

Her fingers slip down his body and straight into the front of his jeans, grabbing his dick and squeezing his hard on softly. Yeah, she’s definitely not as innocent as he had first thought.

It’s a clash of teeth and a tongues and a lot of saliva. This is messy and raw and rough and he feels like he’s died and gone straight to heaven. With every second, his lips wander a little further down her hot skin, placing kisses one every inch he can reach until he’s kneeling in front of her. Her eyes lock on his as she spreads her legs further letting him see just what he’s been lusting after since the first moment he’s laid eyes on her. He feels like a man starving being presented with an all you can eat buffet.

Their eyes lock as his lips kiss the spot where her abdomen meet her thighs. It’s not where she wants him but it’s enough to make her go fuzzy in the head.

“ I’ll make you forget about all those rich fuckboys, baby.”

And he does. God, he does. As soon as he licks at her clit she can’t recall a single name of any other boy she’s ever met. He devours her like he was born to do nothing but eat a girl out. There’s kisses followed by kitten licks followed by more kisses. It’s driving her crazy, the way he flicks his tongue.

(Y/N) lifts her leg to rest on his shoulder as her hand reaches down burying herself in his hair. The way she tugs, the slight pangs of pain, it’s delicious. Billy can’t get enough of it. He adds a finger, then two, slowly in and out, the faster, then even faster. He knows she’s close by the way she throws her head back, bites her lips. Her lipstick is everywhere, her hair clings to her skin now from sweat instead of rain. She’s a mess and he’s so proud of getting her to this point. He further spreads her lips, lapping up the wetness, sucking at her clit, making her come undone right there on his kitchen counter.

The moans that fall off of her lips are almost pornographic, he wonders if her parents know the kind of activities she gets up to when they’re away. He bets they don’t. She’s a princess at home. Nice and proper. A princess who spends her free time getting fucked by their poolboy.

Billy pulls away at the last minute which (Y/N) really doesn’t enjoy. She pouts at him, gives him a sound of pure dismay. “ Why did you stop? “ she questions, voice breathy, almost incoherent.

“ Cause I wanna feel you cum when I fuck you. “

He’s not usually this bold and brash. Girls like lovely words. They like soft voices and hushed whispers and for boys to say nice things during sex. Not her. She wants the dirt and the mess and the honesty.

(Y/N)’s hand finds its way back to his crotch, pulling down the zipper of his jeans and freeing his solid boner.

“ No boxers? “ there’s a glimmer of mischief playing in her eyes.

“ You complaining? “

“ Fuck no. I’d suck you off but I want you inside me — like right now. “

Billy only nods, before fumbling a condom from his wallet and pulling it down his cock. He shares her sentiment. All he wants to be right now, is inside her.

Rough hands grab her hips and turn her around before pushing her down. Her boobs as flush against the counter, ass on full display. She’s a sight for sore eyes. A masterpiece.

Billy can’t keep his hands off her ass. He has to grab a handful, squeeze it, caress it. There’s boob guys and butt guys and then there are guys like Billy who know that both those features are mutually phenomenal and to limit yourself by choosing one or the other is a move only a fool would make and he ain’t no fool.

Billy lines himself up at her slit. He can’t wait to feel her around him, wet and warm and throbbing and —

“ What are you waiting for? “ she grunts, impatience clear in her voice and she tries to wiggle her ass closer to him.

“ Patience, baby.” Billy instructs as he grabs onto her hips and pulls her even closer. Her skin is so soft, so perfect. There’s a primal desire in leaving his marks of passion there so he leans over and places little love bites on her shoulder. They’ll be easy for her to cover up with a shirt but he’ll know they are there and that’s all that matters to him.

Slowly, painfully slowly, he trails his erection up and down her entrance, coating it in her arousal. He’s really not looking forward to clean this mess later on but right now it’s damn worth it by the way she’s trembling and wiggling underneath him, desperate for some stimulation.

“ Patience is not a word I know, sorry “ she’s so god damn desperate it almost makes him cum before he even gets a fuck in.

“ Yeah me neither. “

With those words he sinks into her and it feels heavenly. Engulfed by her warmth, her wetness, her passion. Quite frankly, he’s convinced, there’s no better place to be in the entire world, than buried in the pussy of a pretty girl.

Billy moves his hips slowly, deliberately, set a rhythm and a pace. He watches his cock disappear inside of her then slide back out in a delicious cadency as he dings his fingers into her hips, surely leaving bruises.

The moans tumbling from her lips are almost pornographic though he can tell they’re real and honest. There’s no reason for her to fake anything. He’s pretty sure she’d set him straight if he was doing something wrong.

“ more. “ she gasps, breath hitching as she pushes back against him, taking him even deeper. This girl is a dream if he’s ever seen one.

Billy speeds up his movements, slamming into her at a faster pace, pounding her against the counter. The air is hot and both of them are so sweaty and the room smells of sex and salty ocean air. God, he loves California summers and pretty girls.

There’s a fire lit in his lower abdomen as she whimpers and arches her back off of the counter. Billy lifts one hand off of her hips and grabs onto her front, caressing her soft tits and pulling her upright so her back is flush against his chest. The sheen of sweat covering them makes it hard to figure out where one of them ends and the other begins. Right then, they are one. Her peach colored baseball cap falls off of her head and onto the floor, where the rest of their clothes lie discarded.

His hand desperately moves across her chest, squeezing and teasing and trailing fingers around her nipples, hard from arousal.

“ Oh fuck yes. “

The confirmation that he’s doing something right, that he’s making her feel good, makes Billy’s ego grow 3 sizes. He’s such a sucker for validation.

He snaps his hips faster, harder, tries to go deeper. His hand grabs onto her thigh and lifts it up so her knee is resting on the counter letting him fuck her at a whole new angle.

At the way she cries out in ecstasy he knows he’S doing something extremely right. “God, right there. “ she almost sobs. Billy’s sure she’s biting her lip so hard it must be close to drawing blood.

Billy buries his head in her messy hair, softly traces kisses and love bites up and down her neck, tugs on her earlobe with his teeth. “ Yeah? Your pussy is a dream, baby. A fucking dream.” he grunts, voice laced with lust.

“ I’m gonna cum, Billy. “

He can tell, by the way she trembles, clenches around him. By the way her breathing hitches. And he’s right there with her.

There’s a fire pulsing through him, shockwaves rippling. It bubbles in his abdomen then boils over. With every snap of his hips the movements get more arrhythmic, messy, uncoordinated, desperate

A bunch of expletives fall from her lips but Billy can hardly make them out as his own orgasm washes over him. It feels like time slows and every sound disappeared into a white static. Nothing matters then but to chase that high and catch it and get some sweet release.

Billy feels her cum around him, squeezing him tightly in the process. The way she moans his name, as if it’s both a secret and a confession to himself and the world, that’s what does it for him.

Grabbing her hips with both hands, he holds her in place, before pounding into her with a few last uncoordinated hard thrusts. And then his vision goes black for a moment and his brain stops functioning as he cums into the condom.

For a moment there’s no sound but them trying to catch their breath as they slump down against the counter, spent from the activities. Sweaty, filthy, messy. But oh so satisfied and content.

Billy pulls out of her and for a second he misses her warm and tight around him. Like he was meant to stay there forever. Fuck, he’s such a guy.

Another heartbeat passes and (Y/N) lets out a melodic but breathless giggle. “ I could go for some Nachos and Guac right now. “

This girl is really something else.

They devour the snacks while lazing on his couch. Naked as they came to this earth, unbothered. Maybe this is what makes him go so absolutely feral about her, the fact that she’s so uncomplicated. Yeah she comes with all kinds of warning signs and bad news for him but being with her like this it’s so easy. Like they’ve been some kinds of friends for a long time.

Their bodies are always touching in one way or another. As if they can’t get enough. Billy’s sitting on the couch, feet resting on the coffee table while her legs are places on his lap, cigarette dangling from her fingers. The air is sticky and humid and even the late afternoon breeze doesn’t bring any cooling-off.

As his eyes fall onto the clock on the wall, Billy lets out a frustrated grunt. “ Fuck.”

“ What’s the matter?”

“ I’m supposed to meet my friend Johnny at the gym in about 10 minutes. Totally forgot about it. “

“ Do you have to go? “

“ I really should. “

“ You’ve had quite the workout today though. “

Billy scoffs a laugh at her words before plucking the cigarette from her fingers and taking a drag. He lets the smoke sit in his chest for a moment, hoping to capture even a bit of the warmth he felt when buried balls deep inside her cunt.

It doesn’t work.

“ He’s waiting for me. “

“ Aw, that’s too bad. “ she says grabs the cigarette back and, after one last drag, then stubs it out in the ashtray resting on the coffee table. “ I was just about to ask for a round two. Guess I’ll have to do it by myself then. That’s fine. “

Her fingers trail down her body, teasing her nipples before descending towards her slit. She slowly circles her clit. Billy is honesty sure she’ll be the death of him. This girl is so sweet yet so dirty and he’s not sure he’s ever met someone like her.

“ You gonna sit there and finger yourself on my couch ? “

“ You gonna sit there and watch and not join in? Come on Billy, I can give you quite the workout. No gym necessary. Do I have to beg? “

Yes. God he wants to hear her beg but that makes him feel a bit — uneasy. He doesn’t want her to think he doesn’t want this just as much as she does. Maybe they can leave the begging for another day.

“ You’re insatiable, huh? “ he asks as he settles himself on top of her, lips colliding with hers ina fiery kiss.

(Y/N) just nods, a satisfied moan slipping from her lips as his fingers nudge her hand away and replace them softly trailing up and down her slit, slipping inside every once in a while.

“ What can I say? It’s a bad habit I just can’t seem to quit.”

Maybe this is a really bad idea. Maybe he’s getting himself into more trouble than he needs right now. But the way she feels and sounds and taste make it worth it.

As the sun sets upon the horizon and the summer storm has long passed on to another coastal town, Billy thinks that it’s so worth it if only he can feel like this for the rest of the summer.

There’s really nothing quite like a California summer and a pretty girl with a dirty mind.

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove smut #billy hargrove fanfics #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things imagine #stranger things imagines #stranger things smut

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cinaed · 4 years

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Season One Rewatch

I discovered that I own the first eight seasons of Red vs Blue, so I’m going a slow rewatch! One season each weekend, of course starting with the first one, and also watching any bonus features. It should be fun!

The theme song playing "Living like this, we're already dead" over Church's image sure is a hell of a thing.

Look, I am a simple soul. I will always love that first "Do you ever wonder why we're here?" and "...Wanna talk about it?" and all the others that follow it, and I love how it sets up Grif and Simmons' dynamic instantly.

"I'm no stranger to sarcasm, sir."

Ah, shotgun. One of the most important laws of society, at least according to the Reds.

Love the Puma versus Warthog debate and Church and Grif being on the same wavelength.

Simmons: "Hey, that's not exactly what happened." Grif: "Yes it is. You said, 'I'm not going to the Vegas Quadrant!' and then the next thing I know you're in an escape pod headed for--" And thus a bunch of conspiracy theories were born.

Love Simmons' terrible attempt at imitating Sarge.

Season 1 Caboose and Donut are so weird. Definitely the two whose personalities have changed the most over the series.

"You know what? I could blow up the whole goddamn world with this thing." I love Church so much.

Aww, forgot that Simmons was worried about sending Donut on the wild goose chase.

Ah, that first enraged Church screech. Also iconic. Other iconic things in season one: Church being a terrible shot, the automatic conclusion to anything weird being time travel, the six pedal problem, Tucker never getting the sniper rifle, Church possessing people and being terrible at impressions, the "Hrk!!!" sound, the Tucker did it excuse, Donut being from Iowa.

Both Tucker and Church being clueless about driving the tank.

"He's sneaking around the side of the base." "He must be one smart son of a bitch." "Aw, man, I am SO lost." The whole Donut with the flag and the Blue Team teleporter stuff continues to be hilarious.

SHEILA! SHEILA, I MISS YOU. :(

"I just want you to know...I always hated you, I always hated you the most."

Sarge leaves for like five minutes and everything gets weird.

TEX. I MISS YOU.

I love ghost!Church and his ridiculous dramatics. And everyone just rolling with it.

Grif guessing that the Warthog cost twenty-five dollars has the opposite energy of Lucille Bluth asking how much a banana could cost.

Forgot about Tex using Caboose as target practice. Or Tucker trying to bond with Tex.

Simmons immediately trying to get Donut medevaced.

"I like me." I love Caboose so much.

Love the half-truths Church remembers about Tex. And Caboose's understanding of it. Sadly I am not wearing my 'gay robot' shirt today, but I was wearing it yesterday.

Grif and Simmons bickering over pronunciation. And laughing at each other's jokes.

In retrospect, Tex just going "Sure, okay" when Church tells her he's a ghost is both hilarious and sad.

Church trying to scam Sarge out of money and pretending to be an angel is always going to be one of my favorite scenes of the whole show. Church laughing at his own jokes. Also apparently Sheila and Church hang out in the weird space when they're not possessing people. Who's written that fanfic?

The Red Team doing their "we hate each other-- oh no, don't die, that's not cool, come on, stay with us" stuff already in season one. They're a dysfunctional family already!

Donut's pink armor! I missed it for the first half of the season.

Grif thinking Lopez was just a very sullen and quiet guy the entire time.

Church's outrage that the Blues just left his body on the cliff and Tucker's "All we've got are rifles and pistols! What do you want me to do, shoot you a grave?"

...I really forgot that Church went to snitch on Tex and totally betrayed the Blues to try and keep her in Blood Gulch a while longer.

Simmons manning the gun on the Warthog is pretty badass, or would be if Tex didn't immediately blow them up.

Dexter "I understand the need to safeguard your masculinity" Grif. Dude. Buddy. Pal. Please...safeguard it a little less.

Donut's amazing grenade throw is still impressive. He definitely played football in high school. Or at least had the football coach begging him to join. One or the other.

The ending of the season on O'Malley. Aw, there's another villain I miss.

From the outtakes, I don't know who this guy Sarge was describing is, but wow the whole thing is very gay. Maybe it's Master Chief. Did Sarge hook up with Master Chief? (I don't play Halo, I don't know.)

"Back at Fort Huachuca we were preparing to lead an invasion against the forces of the Plutons, I spied him across the way and I could tell he was a commanding figure. Oh, he stood nearly seven foot, six feet tall. He had dark brown skin and, uh, chocolaty flowy hair that was the kind of thing that would make a man giggle to himself in the night. I can't say everything I learned from him, but I can tell you this: I'm glad I learned it. Even if it does give me nightmares."

Favorite season one PSA definitely goes to the Tattoos one where Grif has a Blade tattoo.

#Red vs Blue #long post #rvb rewatch

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milkchu · 5 years

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❝anyway the wind blows❞ two.

Summary: (Y/N) Mercury’s journey of love, fame, and pain, alongside what would become one of the most legendary bands ever, Queen.

Pairing: Borhap!Queen x Reader, eventual Brian May x Reader

A/N: i was so excited to post this chapter so why tf not. btw, a new character will be introduced (or was already kinda introduced) and i think you all gotta be in love w him for now haha i thought that freddie highmore would be perfect for him bc he’s a f*ckin cutie, also so you can visualize him. happy reading! 💓

Warnings: None.

{previous chapter} {next chapter}

Time has passed ever since your first meeting with your now two bandmates, Brian and Roger.

It was a pain to find a decent bassist, but it was definitely worth it. You finally found John Deacon, a cute, soft lad that is definitely amazing at playing bass.

Tonight was your first gig with them, and you were nervous beyond measure. You never really performed in front of a crowd before, so this was your first time.

Plus, you couldn’t get that cute brown-haired boy out of your head. You took note of what his friend said the night you went looking for Brian and Roger, so here you are.

It took some time and asking to find ‘Radio Box’ but here you were, currently looking through random records.

Mindlessly flipping through each record, you finally caught a familiar face talking to a customer.

You looked down right away, pretending to look for a random record until, “So, you like Icelandic Rock?”

Letting out a gasp at the sudden voice, you clutched your chest, before looking beside you to find him.

Realizing it was the cute boy you’ve been thinking about for so long, you somehow gathered yourself quickly and said, “Well, you see, I’m not like other people.”

He lets out a chuckle, amused, before holding his hand out to you, “I didn’t think you would come here, I’m Matthew.”

You took his hand, which felt really warm and soft, by the way, and shook it, “(Y/N).”

Matthew smiles, still shaking your hand, “(Y/N),” He hums, which definitely made your heart flutter.

It was the first time you got a proper look at his sparkling, green eyes. They were undoubtedly the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen so far. He really looked like he wouldn’t hurt a soul.

Before things become too awkward, you quickly let go of his hand, conscious that your hand might be too sweaty already.

“So, uh, (Y/N), if you need anything, just call for me,” He sent you another one of his soft smiles.

You immediately felt warmth envelope both your cheeks before nodding, “Alright.”

Before he could walk away, you called out for him, “By the way, um, my band and I are performing tonight. . .at the pub.”

He nods, “I’ll see you there, then.” Then turns away to help out any other customer in need.

When he went out of your sight, you definitely let out a tiny squeal to yourself, the people around you looking at you funny.

Later that night . . .

“Hello, everybody,” Brian says into the mic, as you all enter the stage.

You come out in a flowy, silk, ruffled top that you borrowed from Poppy, immediately spotting Matthew in the crowd.

“We’ve got a few, uh, fresh faces,” Brian points to John, who waves at the crowd with his bass in hand, “This is John Deacon, our bass player.”

“And our new lead singer, (Y/N) (Y-Y/O/L/N), (Y/N) (Y/O/L/N).” Brian added, before small cheers were heard.

“That’s right,” You smile and nod at the crowd, fumbling with your fingers in nervousness.

Lastly, Brian points to Roger in the back, “And uh, Roger, of course, the biggest member of them all.”

Roger then grins at the crowd, a random girl shouting out, “Hi, Roger!”, which you’ve gotten used to by now.

“Hello, all you beautiful people,” You leaned towards the microphone, the crowd becoming quiet before some bloke in the crowd shouted, “Where’s Tim? Who’s the bird?”

Matthew then turned to you, a worried look crossing his face, but you just chose to ignore the comments.

“Ready, (Y/N)?” Roger asks from behind. You nodded, “Let’s do it.”

Brian began the song, as you leaned down to grab your tambourine and just started banging it against your hip.

Grabbing the microphone, it wouldn’t budge, so you just started struggling to get it out, resulting in the crowd laughing at your attempts.

But you continued anyway, “Keep yourself alive.”

Brian then looks at Roger, utterly confused. But, then you finally got the microphone out, a part of the stand coming along with it.

You almost hit poor John, but you just went with it.

You then started to bang the tambourine against it and just started swaying and dancing across the small stage.

All of your bandmates just stare at you in a combination of confusion and amazement, and just continued on playing.

I was told a million times of all the troubles in my way,

Mind you grow a little wiser little better every day,

But if I rode a million rivers, and I crossed a million miles,

At your side, “No, no,” Brian shook his head at you, “Wrong lyric!”

Sold a million mirrors in shopping alley ways,

The confused guitarist then looks back towards Roger, shaking his head at your mistake.

But I never saw my face in any window any day,

Now they say your folks are telling you, be a superstar,

Tell you, just be satisfied, stay right where you are,

Then the boys join in,

Keep yourself alive!

You then pointed the tambourine towards the crowd,

All you people, keep yourself alive!

Then you pranced towards Brian because you didn’t quite get what he said earlier, “Learn the song, (Y/N).”

But then you just continued to sway and dance around the stage, unaware of Matthew’s captivated gaze towards you.

He knew, from this moment, that you were born for this.

One year later . . .

Gigs at the usual pub then turned to performances at different locations. Your band was finally getting some recognition, but lately, you’ve been yearning for something bigger.

It has been a good past few months, dates with Matthew then got you closer than ever, eventually evolving into a steady relationship.

You were currently sitting at the bus stop, fresh out of work, thank god, you were out early that day. You were looking through the newspaper, circling the box that advertised a ‘spacious studio.’

You then heard a familiar honk, making you look towards the van that had your bandmates inside.

Walking towards them, You looked at them with an annoyed gaze, “You’re late.”

Finally getting inside, you all hit the road for your little tour around the country.

Then, with bad timing, the van broke down, which all made you stop in the middle of nowhere, John trying to fix the situation.

You were currently leaning on the side of the van, looking at the newspaper once more for some other studio ads.

“This is bollocks!” Roger complained, pacing around the little road, one of the sandwiches that you made, just in case the lads got hungry, in hand.

On the other side, John grunts, struggling to fix the broken down tire.

“It’s, uh, counterclockwise, I think you’ll find, John,” Brian says, as he passes by him.

“Oh, is it? Thank you, Brian, would you like to do it? Please, feel free.” John then shoots back at him.

Brian then holds his hands up, “No, no, no, you’re doing a good job.”

John just looks at Brian with a tight-lipped smile, clearly tired and pissed.

“We sold out every pub and uni south of Glasgow, and I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere eating a ham sandwich!” Roger fumed.

John then positions himself beside you before you said, “Trouble is, we’re just not thinking big enough,” Your eyes not leaving the newspaper in front of you.

“What have you got in mind, (Y/N)?” Brian asks, puzzled.

“An album,” You smiled, before turning back towards the newspaper.

“We can’t afford an album,” John says, still panting from trying to fix the tire.

Your smile then grew bigger, “Oh, we’ll find a way.”

They all look at you in confusion, Roger furrowing his eyebrows at you, before you added, “How much do you think we can get for this van?”

“I hope you’re joking,” Roger replied, raising his eyebrows at you.

After some heavy persuasion and Roger throwing a tantrum, and breaking some windows, here you are, handing over a big stack of money towards the man who works at the studio.

“That’s three months’ wages,” John says, looking at the money in distress.

“And a perfectly good van,” Roger added.

“Don’t be so dramatic, darling,” You beamed, before patting Roger on the cheek, “You’re recording an album tonight!”

You then started walking towards the recording booth, passing by your bandmates and boyfriend, and clapped,

“Let’s go!”

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crownedbyluke · 6 years

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First Kiss Series (Lukey)

Premise: your first kiss with Luke.

Word Count: 3,760 (EXACTLY THAT MANY)

Calum, Michael, Ashton.

“Luke! I will literally start Mean Girls without you if you don’t hurry up!” you called from the couch. Luke had been taking forever on making the popcorn and grabbing the cream soda. You had no idea that popcorn could take thirty minutes and you ran out of things to scroll through on your phone.

“I burnt it twice! Give me another couple minutes!” he yelled back from his kitchen. You rolled your eyes. Of course he had burned the popcorn and he had probably stood in front of his cabinet trying to decide whether he wanted butter, white popcorn or kettle corn. You figured you’d might as well get up to help him. You walked into the kitchen and he was standing in front of his microwave watching the popcorn cook.

“You are such a dork,” you said making him jump a bit, not knowing you had walked in.

“I just wanted good popcorn,” he said giving you a smile. He opened the microwave just as he heard the last pop. You watched as he poured it into the bowl and grabbed the cream sodas you two had bought earlier for your movie night together.

“Your soda madam,” he said handing you the bottle.

“Why thank you good sir,” you said unable to hold back your laughter. You didn’t notice the look in Luke’s eyes when he watched you laugh, but if you would have, you would have seen how much he really did like you as more than his best friend. You went back to the couch and once you two were comfortable, you started the movie. Halfway through, your legs ended up in Luke’s lap and his arms were wrapped around you. You two always ended up like this somehow, cuddled up together, practically on top of each other. It’s just how you worked. Your eyelids started to get heavy and even though it wasn’t super late, you were tired. You curled into Luke more and he moved his arms to make sure you were still comfortable.

“Lu?” you asked quietly, your voice full of sleep. He looked down at you and couldn’t help but smile again. Seeing you this sleepy was always his favorite and it made him love you that much more.

“Yeah?” he asked starting to rub his thumb along your side where his arm was.

“I wish you loved me the way you used to love that other girl. She never deserved you Lu. I wish you would have seen it sooner so you wouldn’t have gotten hurt so badly. I wish I would have told you. I love you Lu,” you said stumbling through some of the words. Luke just stared at you surprised by what you were saying. Especially since that break up happened a year ago and this was the first time you ever mentioned it.

“Y/N, what are you trying to say?” he asked moving some of the hair that had fallen in your face.

“I’m in love with you and I know you aren’t in love with me,” you said, your voice trailing off and Luke knew you wouldn’t have said all of this if you weren’t half asleep. He sighed but carried you up to the guest room which was basically your room from how many times you had stayed over.

Luke didn’t tell you what you had said in the morning, but he remembered it and he very much remembered the way your lips said the words. He felt bad about asking you for more information still when he woke up so he made your favorite for breakfast, french toast with bacon. When you came down in the morning with Petunia in your arms, you couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Cooking me breakfast and it’s my favorite, did I do something while overtired last night to have something so nice to wake up to?” you joked, setting Petunia down and letting her out to go to the bathroom.

“Nope. You made me carry you to bed though so,” he said laughing a little. He wanted to say something but he couldn’t bring himself to. He was afraid that it would ruin things or change how you two acted around each other.

“Wow, since when did you become so strong then Lukey,” you teased squeezing his bicep. You had to hide how surprised you were from feeling how much muscle there actually was. You knew that Luke had been working out, but you hadn’t really noticed the differences it made.

“Oh shut up. Eat your breakfast. The guys’ll be here soon to do some writing,” he said and turned off the stove, pushing a plate with two slices of french toast and two pieces of bacon towards you.

“More album work?” you asked, pulling yourself onto the counter to sit.

“Yeah. Hey! Why do you insist on sitting on my counters when you’re here? There are chairs for that!” he said shaking his head at you. You laughed a bit, but watched as he moved through the kitchen to make himself breakfast.

“Because I’m taller than you,” you said with a shrug. You enjoyed not having to always be looking up at him and it made it easier to talk to him in the kitchen. He shook his head again, but continued making his eggs and mango, banana smoothie.

“You better give me a sip of that,” you said after he finished blending it.

“Why do you always have to steal my food?” he joked but still handed you the glass anyways.

“Because you make it so damn good,” you said and took a sip. You were right. It was really good and you knew you only thought that because Luke made it. You handed him the glass back and finished off your food. You let Petunia back in and gave her a treat behind Luke’s back.

“Lu, where’s her food? I don’t see the bag where it usually is,” you said looking through Petunia’s cabinet in the kitchen.

“Oh shit. It’s down in the basement because I didn’t have room. I’ll be right back,” he said quickly jogging towards the door to the basement. You filled her bowl while he was gone and before you could set it down, Petunia made you spill it all over yourself. You looked down and realized that you were still in your comfy clothes from last night, one of Luke’s shirts that he never wore anymore and a pair of running shorts. You shook your head about the whole situation and grabbed paper towels to clean it up. You hadn’t realized the shirt was sticking to you until you saw Luke staring at you from across the kitchen.

“Petunia bumped me so I spilled. Sorry,” you said quickly standing up and turning away from him. Had he realized you weren’t wearing a bra? Most likely.

“No biggie. Um, I’ll put the food in her bowl if you wanna go change or something,” he said quietly and you almost ran out of the room. It was one thing to admit to Luke that you loved him when you had no filter, it was a completely different thing to have him stare at you like that.

When you came back down, you heard the familiar voices of the rest of the boys.

“There she is! Our favorite groupie!” Calum joked when you walked into the kitchen. You rolled your eyes but gave each of them a hug anyways.

“Very funny. Hey Luke, I’m gonna head out to get some errands done. See you later,” you said and started walking towards his door.

“So I don’t get a hug then?” he asked before you could put your shoes on. You smiled and quickly wrapped your arms around his torso.

“Don’t think I don’t want hugs just because the boys are here. I’ll hug you any day,” he whispered before kissing the top of your head. You felt the butterflies act up in your stomach from his comment.

“Go write some hits Lu. Don’t forget about the cookout at my place tonight with my parents. They’ve been missing you,” you whispered back and smiled at him when you pulled away.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said poking your nose with a giant smile on your face. You rolled your eyes at him and laughed a little.

“Don’t be late. You know dad will hate it if you’re late,” you said and pulled on your shoes quick.

“And we both know that we can’t have that,” he said laughing a little at the memory of the last time he hung out with your family. He had been ten minutes late because of traffic and your dad wouldn’t let it go the entire night. Even though Luke had apologized profusely about it the first five minutes he was there, your dad had still pointed it out at every chance he had. You knew it was because your dad knew how much you cared about Luke and he thought that if Luke couldn’t show up on time for one simple thing, then he wouldn’t show up for you. It was silly, but it had made you smile from the sentiment. Your dad was wrong of course. In all your years of friendship, Luke had always shown up. Break ups? Luke was there with ice cream and a shoulder to cry on. Shit day at work? Luke was there with coffee and a movie. Just wanting to be around him? Luke was there with his Netflix list and popcorn. You could count on him and the fact that you had told him how much you really cared for him when you had no filter last night was still scaring you. Luke hadn’t mentioned it this morning so you thought you were in the clear or at least you were hoping.

You showed up to your parent’s house a half hour early to help with anything they could have needed. Your mom had required that you dressed up a bit and told you that if showed up in jeans, she wouldn’t let you in the house. You had texted Luke right away that he shouldn’t wear his jeans and that if he did, there would be hell to pay. His response had made you laugh.

I’ll put on my nicest suit then.

You went right to the backyard and could smell the burgers, brats, and baked potatoes.

“Dad, it smells so good!” you said once he saw you walking towards him. He smiled proudly at his grilling skills.

“You look beautiful pumpkin,” he said giving you a small hug once you were next to him. You laughed at him. He always thought you looked nice in whatever you wore, but you knew it made him happy to see you in something other than skinny jeans. You had decided to wear the skirt your mom had gotten you for Christmas this past year. It was a pale blue maxi skirt that had slits on the sides to make it look more flowy and you had paired it with a gray t-shirt. You were happy and it made you feel even better when your dad complimented you on it.

“Oh hunny, you are stunning! Where’s Luke?” she asked and went back to mulling around in the kitchen.

“He’s coming mum. He still has a whole twenty eight minutes to get here on time,” you said laughing at her.

“Well I know, but I just thought that he would have driven with you,” she said pulling out some watermelon. She knew how much Luke liked fresh fruit and he especially enjoyed watermelon. It put a small smile on your face that your mom was making sure Luke would enjoy himself.

“He had band stuff. He’ll be here,” you said and sat at the bar type counter.

“You know your dad will kill him if he’s late right?” she asked starting to get a bunch of drinks out.

“He knows. I warned him. He won’t be late or at least I’m hoping,” you said and went to help her. She gave you a smile while you went back to the backyard. They had just put up some poles to hang the outdoor lights you got them for the summer. They framed the picnic table perfectly and you had to smile that your parents had put a lot of effort into making the night nice. It wasn’t a special occasion or anything, but they always really loved making Luke feel at home when he came over. You were just putting the drinks into a small cooler of ice when you heard a car door shut. You went towards the fence and sure enough, there was Luke walking towards your front door with a bottle of your mom’s favorite wine in hand.

“Lu! You can come through the fence actually,” you said before he could knock. He turned and smile at you happily. He looked particularly good in his black pants and the navy blue button up you had given him as a present. It was almost like you two matched and that thought made you shiver a bit.

“Hey. You look gorgeous,” he said giving you a small side hug when he walked up.

“Not too bad yourself,” you said smiling up at him.

“There he is! Luke, it’s so nice to see you again,” your mom said and took the bottle from him so she could give him a hug.

“It’s nice to see you too. You guys put up the backyard decorations!” he said looking over at the table.

“That was all Ezra’s doing,” your mom said waving a hand, but the giant smile on her face gave away just how much she appreciated it.

“Those are the lights that Y/N gave you right?” Luke asked walking over to the table. He had helped you pick them out because you just couldn’t decide between the clear ones or the opaque white ones.

“That she did. Our little girl knows us so well,” your dad said flipping the burgers again.

“I think we’re ready Cleo. Y/N, help your mum bring the rest out will ya?” your dad asked nodding his head towards the sliding door.

“I’ll help actually,” Luke said rushing over to the door to open it for your mom. He was on his best behavior and you could tell how nervous he was about this for some reason. It wasn’t the first time he was at your parent’s house nor was it the first time that they had invited him over for dinner. It was cute to see him like this though. You usually didn’t get to see this side of him.

“How’s the band then Luke?” your dad asked once you all had settled down and started eating.

“Really good sir. We’re working on our new album and it’s been such a blessing to be able to do what we love,” he said after finishing his bite of watermelon.

“You guys going back out on tour soon then?” your mom asked. You noticed her watching you and your reactions to their questions. It was weird. They didn’t usually ask Luke about the band this much.

“Well, we have about three, maybe four more months off before we head back out,” he said and you could tell just how eager he was to be back on stage. From all the times that Luke brought you to a show, you knew he was more free and more himself on stage than he ever was off it. It was one of the many things you loved about him.

“That’ll be nice. Make any plans with our daughter about what you guys will do when you head out again?” your dad asked and it was suddenly very clear why they were asking. They were trying to tell if Luke had feelings for you the way you had feelings for him.

“Dad, why don’t we talk about the golf tournament you have coming upi?” you asked trying to change the subject or at least derail them for a bit. You were playing with your birthstone ring that Luke had gotten you once you graduated. It was a habit and you only did it when you were on edge about something. Luke had even noticed you doing it and took your hand in his to make you stop. It was comforting, but when your parents were about to ask Luke what his intentions were, you didn’t feel like having him holding your hand.

“It’s okay Y/N. Um, we’ll do what we’ve always done sir. We’ll talk everyday, facetime when we can. I’ll fly her out to some shows to see her. It’ll suck not seeing her everyday, but I love my job, so it makes it a little less hard,” Luke said squeezing your hand gently after he was done talking.

“So you don’t plan on my daughter being anything more than a friend?” your dad asked and you saw Luke’s face redden.

“Dad, drop it,” you said through gritted teeth, pulling your hand from Luke’s.

“No, I want to know if this boy here ever plans on actually-”

“Enough! Luke is my best friend. He’s always been my best friend. That doesn’t have to change unless we both as adults decide that we want it to without you intervening!” you yelled, slamming your hands on the picnic table and standing up. It shocked everyone at the table. You didn’t yell or get upset about anything and the fact that you just shut your dad down was even more surprising. You couldn’t take the stares, so you walked away, heading towards your old room. You fell onto the bed your hands over your face, frustrated by the whole situation.

“Y/N?” you heard Luke’s voice from your doorway.

“Luke?” you replied but made no movements to actually get up.

“Are you okay? That was a lot down there,” he said and you heard him close your door.

“Yeah. I just don’t get why he feels the need to question you like that. He’s never done it before so why is now different?” you asked and moved your hands away from your face. You saw him looking around the room. Your parents had made it more of an adult bedroom for you when you stayed over while they were on vacation. Luke hadn’t been in your room at your parent’s house in at least three years.

“Your room isn’t covered in band posters anymore,” he said still looking around.

“Well, I’m not a teenager obsessed with every band I’ve ever heard anymore. Look, I’m sorry about him questioning you down there,” you said finally sitting up. Luke shrugged but when he looked at you, he couldn’t help the double take that happened. Your hair had become messy from lying on your bed and it was almost like it was the first time he was really seeing you. Luke had this moment several times before, but this time it felt different with being in your old room. He saw the shelf above your headboard and smiled when he saw that it was mainly pictures of the two of you.

“That one is my favorite you know,” he said pointing to the one of you two on the beach. Your parents had invited Luke to come on vacation with you and your mom had insisted on you two taking a picture on the beach. Luke had you on his back and the smiles on your faces were giant.

“I like to think there are better ones of us now,” you said your eyes following him as he walked to pick up the frame.

“Maybe, but this is the one from the day I realized I was in love with you,” he said. It was like your entire body was on high alert. You replayed the words he said over and over again to make sure you heard him right.

“Luke, you just, but you’ve never, but you-”

“I know what I said Y/N. I realized I was in love with you on this day and I realized it again when you just sat up. I’ve been in love with you and I just wouldn’t accept it until recently,” he said and put the picture frame back down. You slowly stood up from your bed and when he stopped in front of you, it felt like your heart was beating out of your chest.

“Luke, I-”

“I already know Y/N. You said it last night and I heard you. I didn’t want to say anything because I wasn’t sure, but standing here right now, I’m completely confident in the fact that I love you and that you love me back,” he said resting a hand on your cheek.

“So what does this mean?” you asked looking up at him. His shirt made his eyes look extra blue if that was even possible and it was just another thing you loved about him.

“It means that I want you in my life forever. Best friend, girlfriend, whatever. I love you and I want you to be mine,” he said smiling that giant smile of his.

“I love you too,” you said reciprocating the smile on his face. He leaned forward and brought your lips to his. It was everything you wanted it to be and more. It felt right and it felt like you were coming home after all this time. It didn’t matter what previous relationships the two of you had been in. Everything else faded away and it was just you and Luke, like you always wanted it to be. You felt him smile into the kiss which made you giggle causing him to pull away from it.

“So about tour,” he said, his forehead resting against yours.

“What about it?” you asked intertwining your fingers with the hand that wasn’t on your cheek.

“I want you to come with me,” he said biting his bottom lip after he was done talking.

“I’m in,” you said unable to stop smiling. He let go of his lip and kissed you again. His hand letting go of yours to pull you closer to him. You stood on your tiptoes a bit to reach the back of his neck to play with the ends of his curls. It was everything you wanted, he was everything you wanted and right here, with his lips on yours, you were unconditionally happy.

I’m sorry it was so long! I might have gotten a little carried away. Can you guys take a guess at the next series/fic that’s coming? I hope you guys loved reading it as much as I loved writing it.

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lordsicheng · 7 years

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JBJ Enemies to Lovers Series: “Perhaps, Love?” (2/7)

Kim Yongguk/Jin Longguo x OC

Type: bulletpoint scenario

You just started summer break after the school year finally ended

And you were just ready to sleep all day at home and do nothing the whole break

So after classes officially ended you went home directly

And lied to your friends about your mom wanting you home early

But you really just wanted to sleep and not care about anything once you get to your bed

But then again, your brother invited friends over the house

Which means it’s gonna be so loud for the love of macaroni

“Hey, y/n. I thought you were out with friends?”

“I’m going to sleep for the rest of the day so you all better not be too noisy”

“We can’t guarantee that”

“Shut up Jinwoo or I’m telling mom you haven’t done laundry in over a month”

All of his friends laughed and taunted him after your comeback

And you just snickered as you looked at him mercilessly

You marched your way to the kitchen, passing by his friends in the living room

Because you remembered you had a slice of oreo cheesecake you brought from last night while you and your friends were finishing up all the projects for today’s deadlines at a café nearby

But you widened your eyes as you stopped walking the minute you saw a young man seated on your dining table

Gobbling up the last few bites of the cheesecake while he was on his phone

It wasn’t long until he noticed you and he was a bit startled

You eyed the plate he was using

And you felt your heart drop as you noticed there was barely anything left of the cheesecake

“Who are you and why did you eat my cheesecake”

“I’m… Yongguk… and your brother said it was okay…”

Yongguk was just one of your brother’s closest friends

You may have seen him a couple of times hanging out with him

But you barely even noticed because you actually never cared about any of your brother’s businesses

You just sighed and rolled your eyes to get something to drink in the fridge

You opened the fridge and you were relieved your carton of almond milk wasn’t touched

So you grabbed it and got a glass by the sink

You poured about over a half of the glass with the milk

And you turned to look at Yongguk

He looked embarrassed to even look at you

But you just sighed again and left the kitchen to get to your room

You were so annoyed and just decided to go to the café later after dinner

Before you walked upstairs to your room your brother suddenly called you

“Hey, y/n. Mom and dad are on a trip until Monday so we have the house to us all weekend”

You just rolled your eyes because yet again your parents left you with your bothersome brother

“Whatever I just want to sleep”

You got to your room and immediately dozed off once you plopped yourself on top of your bed

You then woke up after a couple of hours

You looked at the clock as you wiped off your drool from sleeping

“I’m gross”

You just stood up to check yourself on the mirror

“You look horrible”

You frowned and decided to wear something more comfortable

You grabbed a simple blue denim dress and some sneakers to put on

And you grabbed your favorite cap to hide your horrible bed hair

Since you were too lazy to even brush it in the first place

You quickly ran out your room and went down the stairs

And you saw your brother and a few of his friends pass out from watching movies

The mess in the living room was just horrifying to watch

But you just rolled your eyes again and walked your way out of the house

You quickly went to the café you frequented since it was only a 15 minute walk

Once you got there you tried to look at the cakes and pastries section

And finally you found the oreo cheesecake you’ve been craving since early afternoon

You smiled widely and you told the barista you would like the last slice

“I’m sorry but someone already owns that slice”

Your heart dropped again

“Who owns that slice, then?”

“Me.”

You turned to look at who it was

And again, it was Yongguk

He had this smile to you but it almost died down after seeing you frown

“What’s with you and cheesecakes?”

“I liked it a lot so I bought another slice to take home”

Yongguk just chuckled and looked at you

But you were again annoyed because he didn’t even care about giving the slice to you

“Do you mind if I have the slice? You already ate mine at home”

“No can do. Already paid for it.”

Was this boy taunting you all of the sudden?

The barista then wrapped up the cheesecake and gave the brown paper bag to Yongguk

You just sighed looking at Yongguk

And again, all he did was smile

“I need to go home. See you later.”

Yongguk left while chuckling and leaving the café

And you just stood there with your mouth open

Speechless because you felt humiliated by his sudden actions towards you

“Who on earth does he think he is?”

“Is he like this to me just because he’s my brother’s friend?”

You frowned again and just looked at the barista

He looked so confused and you just sighed because you really couldn’t do anything

“W-would you like anything else, ma’am?”

“If you’re all out of that banana muffin I order often I’m boycotting this place”

You walked out of the café with the paper bag of banana muffins

You were so pissed because you really wanted the cheesecake

But of course, these things happen all the time

So you just walked your way home

And again you saw your brother and all his friends still passed out in the living room

You didn’t care for cleaning the room so you just turned off the TV

And went to the kitchen to get another glass of almond milk

Alas, you go to the kitchen to find your carton on the kitchen counter

Empty

You sulked as you walked over to check the carton and saw a little sticky note

“Got the last glass :P – Yongguk”

“God I hate this guy so much”

The next day you woke up from all the yelling downstairs and just scratched your head as you sat up

“Who on earth is this noisy at 7am?!”

You just walked out of your bedroom to the living room

Not really caring if ever anyone saw you in your cat printed pajamas and magpie nest hair

Your brother and his friends were watching a game of football

Probably a rerun since they passed out quite early last night

And yes you remembered they did drink some alcohol

Your brother noticed you arrived and just laughed

“Did you sleep well, our little princess?”

You frowned and walked your way to the kitchen to get some cereal

And while you were making cereal someone followed you and just leaned on the doorway

You slowly turned your head to see who it was

“Nice pajamas. My style.”

It was again, Yongguk

He just crossed his arms chuckling as he looked at you

And you swore he was the last person you wanted to see that day

“And I thought you went home last night? Why are you here this early?”

“Wanted to just hang out here instead of the dorms. What are you making?”

“Cereal. Duh?”

You showed your bowl of cereal and gave a mocking face

And he just laughed as you walked pass him to go to your room

“You know, you gain weight easily if you eat too often in your room.”

You stopped walking as you scowled and looked at him

“And who are you to comment about a girl’s weight?”

You said as you turned again and went on back to walking up to your room

Yongguk just widened his eyes and walked away to the living room

The next few days your brother’s friends just came in and out of the house

And you were beginning to wonder if it was still your home

Or a fraternity house for all that matters

Your parents came earlier than expected and caught your brother not cleaning up the house while they were away

You laughed at him being scolded

Your parents were about to scold you too

But you knew how to revert it back to your brother

“His friends kept making a mess again whenever I tried to clean, so I didn’t bother.”

And luckily enough your parents believed this

And banned his friends from ever coming for a while

“Great, now I won’t be able to see Yongguk for a while now.”

You smiled to yourself as you finally smelled your victory

It was a good few weeks of you just being at home hanging out

You did often go out but you only went to the nearby café

Or your friends’ houses

And maybe less than ten times at the mall

But other than that, you were happy you were able to relax

One of your friends then told you about a summer festival

And you were eager to go so you forced two of your friends to go with you too

So you all scored tickets and planned all your outfits and whatnot for the event

You also tried to work out often to make yourself look better for the festival

You ran and jogged every early morning

And you even did exercises at home at times

Before you knew it, your body changed a bit and you felt a lot more healthier

And happier with your figure

Once it was the day of the festival you and your friends all had fun

Taking pics here and there

Went to a lot of food stands and just ate and ate

Definitely one of the best highlights of your summer break

Plus, you thought you really looked cute that day too

You just wore a short sleeved striped turtleneck and a cute denim A-line skirt

And you paired it off with your favorite sneakers

You looked around to see if you saw anyone you knew

But you really didn’t so you just sighed in relief

Because you never really wore clothes like that whenever you met out with friends

All other people ever remember you wear is your uniform

And really casual clothes since you didn’t bother on trying to look like a girly girl

A group of young men then walked around the food stalls of the festival

And one guy saw you while you were looking at the other direction

And he couldn’t keep his eyes on you especially of your beautiful and flowy hair that was beautifully blown a bit whenever the wind came

“Y/n!”

One of your friends called you from the stall right next to where the young man looking at you was

“Oh no”

Yongguk gulped and hoped it wasn’t really you

Until you faced your friend and smiled

“Oh shit it’s her”

“Why is she so pretty today”

“When did she ever wear clothes like that”

“She’s actually a girl????”

Yongguk’s thoughts were already so rambled up and he was so confused on what to do

He tried to look the other way

But you caught him looking at you

And you just sighed and rolled your eyes as you tried to ignore Yongguk while walking your way to your friend

Once you were next to your friend, Yongguk stole a few glances of you

You were ordering some food and he just kept looking at you as you held your cup of lemonade

“Y-you look quite… pretty today..”

You turned to your side to see Yongguk forcing himself to smile

And you smiled back sarcastically

“That’s new. Thanks, I guess.”

Your friend then smirked as she looked at you

And you faced your friend and saw her give you the look

You then whispered to her

“What’s your problem?”

“Is he an admirer?”

“Heck no!”

“Not gonna lie, you both would look really cute”

“Shut up”

“I’m betting 50 bucks with the others to see you date this guy”

“Watch yourself lose money then”

You turned back to look at Yongguk

He was looking at the menu of the food stall you were all at

“So… you like going to festivals, huh?”

He was looking shy as he tried to ask you this

And you were confused as to why he acted like that

“I only came to be with my friends.”

“Actually, same. I was forced here.”

“I see. Well I was the one who forced them here.”

“You’re still quite of a bossy angry bird, I see.”

“Excuse me?”

You gave a confused look at Yongguk

And he just smiled as he tried to tease you

But then after a while, he widened his eyes as he saw something from afar

And you turned to look at what he was looking at

“A petting zoo?”

Yongguk smiled widely and walked his way over to the stall where there were cats around

And you just looked at him confused

You then saw him play around with the cats at the stall

And you just laughed and saw how cute he was

Yongguk held one of the cats and couldn’t stop petting it

And he turned to see if he could find you

He saw you from afar

Just smiling and shaking your head

But he just smiled and continued on petting the cat in his embrace

The music stages for the festival were about to start

And your friends pulled you all the way near the stage

Basically all the songs were fit for a summer ender vibe

So you and your friends enjoyed all the songs and even danced to the more upbeat ones

Yongguk was then walking around the crowd of people with his friends

He was hoping he could find you too

And he did after a while and just smiled from afar

You were really happy and enjoying the festival as you danced with your friends

And he just smiled at how cute you were whenever you sang along to the songs you knew

So he just stood there enjoying the festival with his friends as well

And often stole glances at you whenever he got the chance

Once the festival was almost over

You and your friends decided to start heading out of the festival grounds

And just go home directly

Since all the energy inside all of you were sucked out from all the dancing and singing

All of you had a great time and took few last pictures before all of you walked on different directions to your homes

You walked with one of your friends who was supposed to get in the same bus as you

But she decided to go to the subway station since she had to go to her mom’s office and have late dinner with her

So once you both hugged as you sent her off to the subway station

And your house was only a few bus stops away

So you just walked your way over to the nearby bus station

You were relieved there weren’t a lot of people there too so you decided to sit down on the bench

And you actually didn’t feel like going home that time, yet

You were looking at your phone with all the pictures you and your friends took at the festival

And you were really happy that you were able to have a really great summer ender before classes were to resume in about a week from now

You then felt someone sit next to you as he was also looking at his phone

You turned a bit to see who it was

Again, you see Yongguk

And he turned to look at you too

You just sighed as gave a small smile as you put your phone back in your purse

And Yongguk just looked the other way to see if any buses were to come

“Had fun?”

He asked out of the blue

“Yeah. Really great fun.”

You just smiled as you put your hands on your lap and fidgeted on your skirt

“It’s funny how I only get to see you on summers.”

“We never even properly met.”

You both chuckled as you realized you were right

You both didn’t really have a proper conversation before this

And you both really didn’t have a good impression of each other in the beginning

“I’m sorry about how I treated you in the beginning.”

You smiled at his sudden apology and looked at him

“It’s alright. You were my brother’s friend, so you must have gotten a bit of his ways.”

He chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck and nodded

“You look really pretty today, y/n.”

You looked down and suddenly widened your eyes

You felt kind of shy when you heard him compliment you

It felt weird too

Because you also thought he was actually really cute

Especially when he played with the cats earlier

“Thank you.”

You smiled as you still looked down without looking at him

And he smiled at the way you handled his sudden compliment

You looked around and noticed it was only you and Yongguk left in the bus stop

“Aren’t there any buses at this time?”

“For your route, none anymore I guess. It’s really late.”

You looked at your watch and just sighed

You were worried whether your parents were already looking for you

But you remembered you asked permission so you just shrugged

“I don’t feel like going home yet anyways.”

You sighed as you crossed your arms

“Me neither.”

Yongguk said as he looked around again to see if any buses were around

“So…”

You looked at Yongguk as he broke the silence

“Do you somehow… want to get cheesecake with me?”

He asked as he blinked and looked down

And you noticed he was suddenly really shy

And you just giggled at how and why he was acting like this and looked at him

“Yes. I’d love to.”

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confidenceatitsfinest · 7 years

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Cushioning the Blow Pt. 1

Pairing: Jikook

Length: Two chapters, 4.5k

Description: Jeon Jungkook is competitive and sex is no exception to his endless determination. So when his boyfriend is stressed for finals, Jungkook knows the perfect way to motivate him while also proving his blowjob skills - beginner’s luck is not in his dictionary - are on par with Jimin’s.

“Jimin hyung, let me blow you.”

Author’s Note: Hello! It’s Rin and I haven’t posted anything in forever, but here’s something that’s been in my folder for wayyyy to long. And yes, before you ask, the title is a pun. Tell me if you get the joke ;) Now, I hope you enjoy the shameless smut. It’s probably the dirtiest thing I’ve written…

Part 2 has been posted HERE!

Crossposted on AO3

Jimin feels as if two ton weights are pulling his eyelids down and his head bobs with sleepiness at every mouthful of toast he manages to get into his mouth. He’d pulled an all-nighter studying with only several half hour naps scattered in between.

Jungkook bounds to the living room from the kitchen, eyes sparkling with a mischievousness unusual to the early time. He drops himself on Jimin’s lap, arms on both sides of his head, which earns him a tired grunt from the older but no other reaction. He plants both palms flat against his boyfriend’s cheeks and grins cheekily.

“Jimin hyung, let me blow you.” Jungkook has Jimin pinned to their well-used couch, leaving no room for him to lurch forward in shock.

Thus, Jimin promptly chokes on his spit as he squeaks out a feeble, “W-what?”

“Come on hyung, you’re the one that’s always sucking me off,” Jimin sucks in a breath at the blatant wording, “and this time, I want to do it too.”

Jungkook had watched some videos a week or so before deciding to ask Jimin if he could practice his dick sucking skills on him rather than a banana. Whenever Jimin gave him a blowjob, he was incredible with his mouth and Jungkook wanted to return the favor. He could never pay attention long enough to learn from the other.

Jungkook leans closer, hot breath against Jimin’s ear, “This time, I want to watch you squirm under me. I want to hear you moan for me.”

Jimin lets out a shuddering breath, “Y-yeah, okay.”

Jungkook leans back and beams, bunny teeth on display and the previous fire in his eyes dimmed, “Awesome! So tonight is fine right? I know you have final exams so stress relief, you know what I mean?” He hops off Jimin’s lap cheerfully, a smirk appearing on his face for a second when he notices the bulge in his boyfriend’s jeans before disappearing around the corner to their shared room.

Jimin makes a strangled sound of agreement, loud enough for Jungkook to hear. The younger smiles innocently while picking out his clothes for the day, humming a happy tune. Needless to say, Jimin aces his final exams that day with the thought of Jungkook’s “reward” getting him through every differential equation and every stoichiometry problem.

Jimin walks back to their shared apartment with a unique excitement that comes with anything that involves Jeon Jungkook. He fumbles with his keys clumsily to unlock the door and pushes it open with a thinly-veiled air of nervousness.

Jungkook pushes Jimin down within seconds of his first step through the door. He drops down on his knees between the older’s spread legs and licks his lips in an image of solid confidence. Not that he’d had some liquid courage before Jimin came home. Of course not, Jeon Jungkook did not need alcohol to be sexy. He is effortlessly sexy.

Hours before Jimin came home, Jungkook had dressed himself in those tight black skinny jeans that made his ass look plump and perky and paired the pants with a thin, flowy white shirt that showed off his lithe frame. He knew how Jimin loved the way he teased.

The way his boyfriend was now staring at him further proves his suspicions and the little devil inside his head purrs in satisfaction.

“My hyung did so well today. Did you want your reward that badly?” Jimin doesn’t say a word because he can’t deny being on the receiving end of Jungkook’s first blowjob was fucking tempting and he felt a little possessive of the privilege.

The younger palms him through his pants first, the familiar hardness warm against his hand. He tries to unzip Jimin’s pants with his teeth like he’d seen those porn stars do so smoothly. He struggles for a bit, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, but Jimin is already too far gone to think of it as anything but sexy. When Jungkook looks up through his lashes, Jimin’s eyes are hooded and glazed over, shiny lips parted as he tries to breath steadily.

“You get worked up so easily, Jimin-ah.” Jungkook’s voice was rough and raspy with want, a preview of what he’d sound like after Jimin’s cock wrecked his throat.

He stands up to tug Jimin’s pants down, all the way around his thick thighs in one smooth motion. He nearly moans out loud at the obvious tent in Jimin’s black silk boxers and his mouth dries up at the thoughts of having his mouth finally filled. Jungkook had always loved it when Jimin let him suck on his fingers so something thicker must be even better.

He drops to his knees again to mouth eagerly at the bulge until a very obvious wet spot forms and until he has Jimin squirming in his position on the couch. Jungkook swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, hooks his fingers under Jimin’s boxers, and slowly pulls them down. Jimin’s hardened cock slaps against his toned stomach right in front of Jungkook’s face. His eyes cross to stare and he gulps in both nervousness and anticipation.

‘Oh shit,’ now that he thought about it, a blowjob seemed like a much more daunting task than before, ‘how the hell do I fit that inside my mouth. How did Jimin do it?’

Jimin notices the panic in his eyes but he’s always been terrible at explaining things, “Just kind of…you know, suck on it…like a popsicle?”

Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, “A popsicle…you sound more unsure than I am hyung.”

Jimin blushes in embarrassment and sputters to defend himself but Jungkook interrupts him, “I think you’re bigger than a typical popsicle.”

Yet again, Jimin is left speechless but a swell of pride washes over him at the implication.

Jungkook takes advantage of Jimin’s momentary pause to try and sink down as far as he can in reckless abandon. Jimin doesn’t even have a second to stop him before he inevitably gags. Jungkook’s eyes water at the intrusion, coughing and Jimin flails as he tries to soothe the younger.

Thoughts race around in Jimin’s head, ‘Oh my god, I almost killed my boyfriend with my dick! Even though it was kinda his fault…but it’s still my dick!’

“Hyung, stop thinking stupid things,” Jungkook rolls his eyes as determination warms his core. He’s always, always succeeded eventually and sucking cock will not be an exception. He wipes his mouth and tries again slowly, this time restraining his gag reflex the best he can. His teeth accidentally grazes the sensitive skin near the base and Jimin jumps in surprise, unintentionally choking Jungkook on his cock again.

Jimin’s eyes widen in horror and endless apologies spill out of his mouth while Jungkook is wheezing.

“J-Jungkook-ah, let’s just try another time okay? Please just let me suck you off.” Jungkook frowns as he watches Jimin try to switch their positions. His mouth sets in a hard line and his hands pin Jimin’s hips down.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Jimin completely freezes at the low tone in Jungkook’s usually light, airy voice and he barely croaks out a soft “no where.”

“That’s what I thought. Let me fucking choke on your cock if I want to. You’re sitting there and taking it.” Jimin has no room to protest, but he’s screaming inside, wondering who the hell replaced his cute Jeon Jungkookie with this feisty one.

Jungkook growls and grabs Jimin’s thighs to spread them apart roughly, leaving the older wide open. Jimin can only watch as Jungkook takes a deep breath and leans in to mouth at the side of his cock.

He licks a fat stripe up then sucks harshly at the tip like he’s seen drive the men in the videos crazy with want. It works. Jimin’s body jolts with the sensitivity and his hands twitch at his sides. Jungkook detaches himself just to jerk Jimin off a few times before sinking his lips down halfway and pressing the flat of his tongue against the shaft.

Jungkook continues his first blowjob, powering through with sheer willpower - not experience - and his enthusiasm makes up for the messiness. Besides, Jimin likes it messy.

Jungkook holds the base of Jimin’s dick with one hand and tilts his head to the side to suck at his balls, using his tongue to massage. His tongue swipes down to his hole just once to tease before he goes back up just to sink his mouth down again. He bobs his head in quick succession for a few times before slowing down to massage the head with his plush lips.

It is taking every ounce of Jimin’s self-control not to reach down and yank on Jungkook’s hair to fuck into his mouth because it is his first time. Still, the thought is extraordinarily tempting as he continues to watch the younger shallowly gag himself.

Jungkook pulls off with a wet pop, “Come on hyung, pull my hair. I know you want to.”

Jungkook had never told Jimin, but he loved being roughed up a little, loved when he was forced into submission and saw the pretty marks that would remind him that he belonged. Jungkook grabs Jimin’s wrist and leads it to the back of his head where fingers naturally grab a fistful of soft, brown hair.

Jimin gives an experimental, gentle yank back, exposing Jungkook’s neck, and he fucking moans.

“Fuck.” That was hotter than he’d thought it’d be, “Again, hyung.”

Jimin tugs a little harder this time, fist tightening as he watches in absolute fascination as Jungkook melts in his hold. But the fight hasn’t left the younger yet.

Jungkook looks up at him, defiance evident in his eyes, “Fuck my mouth, do it.”

Jimin groans. He’s such a brat, but the thought of Jungkook’s throat constricting again and again around him sounded too good to refuse.

Jungkook braces his hands on either side of Jimin’s legs, hovers over the thick cock in front of him. He pats his boyfriend’s thigh, signaling him to start moving and Jimin does, ever-so cautiously. The first time Jungkook had accidentally fucked his mouth without warning was definitely not fun.

Jungkook mumbles something incoherent around his cock - the vibrations feel heavenly - but he has no idea what the younger just said.

“W-what’d you say?” Jungkook pops off for a quick second, “Harder Jimin-ah, I can take it.”

Jimin looks down at him and swallows, finding his mouth dry. Jungkook looks wrecked and half of him wants to ruin the boy even more while half of him wants to be gentle to prevent hurting his throat more than necessary.

His mind spins with the conflict until Jungkook whispers, “I want my throat to ache for days, shut me up.”

Jimin gasps, the words affecting him more than usual. His hips naturally start moving faster and he cries out in surprise when Jungkook swallows around him, working his throat and fuck, the pressure is so nice. Jimin’s voice cracks when Jungkook lifts his head enough to tongue at the sensitive slit and dig against the tender spot right under the head. He’s embarrassingly close already.

“Fuck, Kook, I’m — shit!” Jimin’s hand grips Jungkook’s wrist like a lifeline, so hard his knuckles turn white and the younger will definitely have bruises the next day.

“Come on, cum down my throat, make me taste you, give it all to me. I want it so bad, want it all over my face.” Jungkook is panting, tongue still working to bring Jimin to a climax.

Jimin thrusts his cock into Jungkook’s mouth as deep as he can one last time and he tears leak down his face when his orgasm hits him, a split second after Jungkook intentionally gags around him.

Jimin lurches forward, further forcing Jungkook’s mouth to stay on his cock as he cums hard. Jungkook keeps most of the thick cum in his mouth. Eyes closed, he pulls back and sticks his tongue out to show Jimin.

His cock twitches in interest at the sight of Jungkook’s tongue covered in creamy white. His eyes follow every movement as the younger lets a little drip down his chin. He makes a deliberate show of swallowing, throat working once, twice, then letting out a satisfied sound. His pink tongue darts out to lick around his lips, catching any stray drops.

Jungkook tilts his head back and moans loudly, voice cracked and rough from the abuse. He keeps his eyes on Jimin the whole time as he licks his lips, reveling in the aftertaste.

Jimin’s whole body jerks abruptly when Jungkook wraps his lips around the head of his softening cock in an attempt to clean him up.

“You taste so fucking good.” Jungkook says it so sincerely that Jimin feels both flattered and shy about the admission.

“I want more hyung, fuck I really want your cum again.” He can see Jungkook stroking his own erection languidly, eyes hazy with want.

Jimin would love to oblige him but his thighs are still twitching with aftershocks and his limbs are tingling with numbness.

“How long do I have to wait for you to get hard again?” Jungkook cocks his head to the side in faux innocence, continuing to leave little kisses on Jimin’s torso.

“What do you mean…again?”

“Hyung, I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted another load.”

“Jungkookie, I can’t. It’s too much!” Jimin winces when he sees Jungkook’s swollen lips form a lethal pout. A pout he could never resist.

Jimin sighs in defeat, “Give me like five minutes…”

Jungkook smiles in victory and gently kisses the other’s cheek.

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leagueofawesomedudes · 5 years

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Week 4 LOAD Preview

Well, well, well how the turntables have turned. Week 4 and I finally get the preview? Didn’t know this was the year I was going to be so underappreciated, but guess I’ll just go commando, put my baby powder and big dick jeans on and rock this fucking preview. All this bullshit about everyone so nervous about the Browns and Shawn’s just sitting on his front steps, thinking about how bad the Steelers are going to be as he waits for Alyssa to get home with the house keys. Really puts things into perspective, because if you don’t wear brown and orange, you don’t matter. Unless you’re a media member saying something mean and then we will acknowledge you and clap back. Nonetheless, we are in a good spot ready to whip out our cocks after Baker wins this shootout against the Ravens (Dom and Paul take the over, I know a guy ;) Let’s get this party started.

Kickers & Defense (1-2) vs. Rooney Tunes (0-3)

Well I guess I’ll start out with my most boring preview because it’s not the best matchup. I’m not going to rag on myself because everyone knows I’m a second half team, and Shawn’s like getting married on Friday or whatever. Get over it dude you’re like so thirsty for attention.

^^Enough said

Old Solden > Shawn

Mahomies Chubbie (2-1) vs. She Diggs My Cobb (0-3)

A matchup of the two newest Lakewood residents. Does it even count if you don’t live with Sam? Idk but they will be sharing the same building which means the amount of Chicken breasts, Chipotle, and gains within those walls are about to increase faster than a black kid who thought he just spotted his dad for the first time. Did I do that right? Trying to mix in a Naggerguy joke for two of my most racist friends. White power. I mean can they be given any more lead roles in movie these days? Why do you have to be a “Black lead” nowadays why can’t you just be a great actor who’s a great fit for the role? Oh shit, this isn’t the SJW blog I write to this is the preview. @Tj, feel free to take that material. As Dom so eloquently put it, based off the viral tweets of several copycat sports writers, Mahomes is having his Curry run and it’s showing no signs of slowing down. I thought Chad’s draft wasn’t as strong as he did, but he’s putting together a nice run with Mr. Heinz himself and a bunch of guys who will start coming back down to Earth by midseason. Mr. Snowman almost completing the quartet of White QB, White Receiver, White TE andddd White Kicker but there’s just no damn white RB’s left in our sacred NFL. Can the real slim shady please stand up? Aw hell, might as well keep the white power trend going for my guys.

Mr. Snowman > Yeah, she was decent

My Quads Are Dangerou6 (2-1) vs. jared donovan’s Team (2-1)

Our newest member takes on our newest wild card taking over the late great Holla’s spot. Oh shit, I forgot has anyone talked to him to make sure he’s still alive? Ah, I’m sure he’s fine this important. Jared figuring out how to draft a fantasy team is more shocking than Sam switching to structured meal plans where he can have a precise routine that he never changes. Oh wait…No no no it’s more like me masturbating 3 times in a day once a week. Damnit, that’s not right either. I got it! Jared figuring out how to draft is like him being able to cum standing up. Just an absolutely shocking change of pace. Jon, my sweet sweet Jon. I hope the intro to the LOAD and these previews have been nice and not too much of an adjustment you absolute dirty cunt shitbag. Just wait till I play you and shove Bakers fake dong flop (his arm) so far up your ass I’ll be able to use you as a puppet to respond to Cowherds rants about our leader. Woah, blacked out there for a second, I’m back. Welcome to the LOAD! Both teams have some great matchups this week, but I’m going to have to go with Jared on this one, because I’ve seen his Quads and at this point in the year they’re more Dangerou6 than Baker. Put it away, Sam.

Pick a fucking team name > Burgs fiancé

Uncle Rico (2-1) vs. The Injured Reserve (1-2)

I’ve never seen someone so unhappy to be 2-1 in fantasy through 3 weeks as TJ is. Also, Case, he might need to pay another $5 and borrow your team name if this trend continues. I feel like I have rode the Millennium Falcon the amount of times TJ has changed his mind about fantasy this year, but if there was one thing to bring him back home to his boys it couldn’t have been any better that it was Gardner Minshew. The second? I don’t think anyone knows but damn can that guy throw a football over the mountains. Casey – I don’t know what the last few previews were about your housewarming party was so much fun I don’t remember anything, remember? But for real, the amount of puppy lovers you have in this group and you’re depriving that good boy of his uncles? Fucked up man. How many barkbox reveal snapchats do I have to be personally invested in before I meet this dude in person. With the two lowest projected weeks but the most spunk, I’m going with Tony Two Time Minchewing caseys barkbox and getting the dub.

Uncle Rico > The Injured Reserve

Butker in the Cooper (3-0) vs. Under the Influwentz (1-2)

Doug, despite what all the other guys have been saying nonstop about you I’m glad you’re still hanging out in the league with us. I will say, if you don’t tell us ahead of time next year that you won’t be able to make the draft on time we’re going to put some kind of penalty on you. I don’t care how many friends/girlfriends you have with boats and docks, next time you’re on time bud. We all saw what happened when Casey had to actually draft (Mixon in the first round), and I would sure love to see that happen to you. Dom, Dom, Dom. Stealing takes about Mahomes, sending absurd trade requests the second I reject one of them. Sending me a trade for multiple mediocre players for my best players is not a good trade Dom, and you’ll never catch me drunk or high enough to get me to go through with one of them. Take your flowy hair, great style, and fake glasses and gtfoh with that. Also, your team is pretty good this year so I’m back to hating you.

Dommy Salami > Mr. Fixer Upper

**GAME OF THE WEEK**

Christian McCuri’s (1-2) lol vs. JuJu Kachoo (3-0) wow

Flashback to 2016, it’s a breezy morning at 6:29am. Paul is in a fluffy robe and slippers with a vanilla late from the first floor of 12000 Edgewater between both hands keeping him warm. He’s power stance leaning on the ledge of the balcony overlooking the calm swells of Lake Erie. As his hair moves slightly in the wind, he glances down at his apple watch and sees the time is 6:30am. He gives a slight smile and Arthur like fist clench on his side. He knows now his plan is in action. Samuel emerges from his room to the kitchen. It’s time for his morning scrambled eggs, bagel, banana and/or fresh cut pineapple. His first step in, he freezes and immediately knows something is awry. A quick glance to the sink and it sets in. Paul has woken up early and made eggs with the only pan Sam knows how to cook with. As he stares blankly down, now knowing his entire daily routine will be thrown off by approximately 2 minutes and 17 seconds, Paul emerges from the abyss with a fake punch and a whisper in the ear “you’re going down this week, pussy”. For Paul knows now, the entirety of Sam’s day will be slightly askew affirming the real estate he owns in his head. Sam begins to panic – did he pack his lunch the night before? Will his lift be as good as expected after work? Will his chipotle even taste the same? The matchup has been won…….before it even started. Fast forward 3 years, living in separate households, the real estate still exists. Dormant at most times, but enacted upon at the precise moments Sam would never expect. Now it would be downright negligent to say I don’t know what Paul is planning, but I refuse to spoil a well-planned, well-timed prank against a fantasy opponent. Samuel, God’s speed, check your shoes before sliding them on, and check the corners before you turn them.

Pauly Pranks A Lot > Susceptible Sam

Chad, she actually wasn’t decent. Boom Roasted. Bennett, fall asleep with the stove on lately? Boom Roasted. Casey, are you and Tim technically eskimo brothers now too? Boom Roasted. Doug gets to do house work every day now? Now we’ll really never see you. Boom Roasted. Shawn you’re about to be married. Are you the bride or the groom? Boom Roasted. Dom, go get me a shot of tequila. Boom Roasted. Paul you’re a pussy queef. Boom Roasted. Sam how are your stepchildren? Just my yearly reminder. Boom Roasted. Jon where are your balls? Oh nvm I see them in Burgs pocket. Boom Roasted. Jared can you tell me the spiritual back story behind your tattoos? Boom Roasted. TJ can you tell me the spiritual back story behind your tattoos? Boom Roasted. Solden can you tell me the spiritual back story behind your tattoo? Boom Roasted.

Second half team bitches just like the Browns. This is my year and much like the Browns, I’ll be moving to the playoffs and sitting in the champions lounge at year end. Suck my balls. But seriously, love my dawgs, love raggin on all of you, and love receiving it back :). Go Browns. Go LOAD. Solden out.

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Go Retro With Phoebe Buffay!!

The Most Iconic Looks Of Phoebe Buffay From Our FavoriteTv-Show – F.R.I.E.N.D.S !!!

It’s no secret that 90s fashion is making a massive revival and the wardrobes of the Friends cast make up some of the best components!!

She embraces her status as “the weird one.” Phoebe doesn’t feel the pressure to conform to anyone’s standards of adulthood. She makes her own rules and encourages civil disobedience whenever necessary. But she’s rarely preachy. More often than not, she simply wants to do her own thing and have fun. She’s truly one of a kind, and that’s just the way she likes it.

“P as in Phoebe, H as in hoebe, O as in oebe, E as in ebe, B as in b-be, and E as in… ‘ello there, mate!” We can’t get enough of classic Pheebiesqe quirks, can we? From pulling out a fish tank from her handbag to stabbing a policeman, Phoebe Buffay from Friends is the epitome of crazy, badassery, with a hint (read barrel) of drama.

The Pinafores:-

Not only did Phoebe cotton on to pinafores way before they became a fashionable ‘thing’ but she also rocked them when nearly nine month’s pregnant. #Goals.

Bold & Statement-Making Coats:-

Phoebe’s style was always fun and playful and throughout the show she wore many statement-making coats. Arguably her most iconic number was the one she wore when she spotted Monica and Chandler in a romantic embrace and first learned of their relationship. The bright orange, faux fur coat was bold and in-your-face, but Phoebe managed to pull it off in the best way possible. Her coats were always unique and never simple, with either fake fur lining, animal prints or embellishments giving it that extra Phoebe touch.

Bohemian Babe in Fringe:-

Phoebe is truly a whimsical and care-free character, and her fashion and style choices reflects that. She wore this bohemian and fringe outfit that consisted of a white top and matching flowy skirt, paired with a brown fringed vest. With her signature bold necklaces and heavy jewelry, voluminous curly hair and natural make-up, Phoebe looked like the ultimate flower child. She has a talent for being able to take some of the most unique pieces and pair them together in a way that is reflective and true to her personality. Her outfits like this one show just how fun and playful she is, and how she truly marches to the beat of her own drum.

Lover of Fun & Bold Necklaces:-

One accessory that seemed to be a staple of Phoebe’s style was fun and bold necklaces. Regardless of if she was wearing a sweater, blouse, dress or t-shirt, she was always sporting a seriously impressive necklace. It is difficult to find an outfit that didn’t have the accessory on full display, and often was the focal point of her ensembles. Out of the leading ladies, Phoebe was the most willing to experiment and enjoyed playing around with her style. Much of her jewelry was eccentric and unique, which perfectly matched her endearing personality. Also one time Phoebe was wearing pom poms on her bags before you were born. Fact.

Black Halter Dress With Plunging Neckline:-

One of her most va-va-voom outfits Phoebe ever wore, this black halter dress with a plunging neckline was sexy and daring and demanded attention. She wore the eye-catching number when she was going to attend a party held by then ex-boyfriend Mike’s sister. Instead, she ran into former love David and never attended the get together. It’s no surprise that David was deeply appreciative of this sophisticated and edgy look. Her sleek blonde hair was worn down and she paired the dress with a signature necklace, a matching diamond-shaped number. Talk about a head-turner!

Chic Maxi Button Down Dress:-

Phoebe looked ultra chic and cool in this maxi black button down dress, that she paired with a white turtle-neck sweater she wore underneath. The simple black and white color scheme was different than the shades she usually gravitated towards, but the change-up was a fabulous one. With her multiple necklaces and shiny blonde hair, Phoebe looked extremely put together and effortlessly elegant. The super cute outfit was on full display when she had to break up a cat-fight between Rachel and Monica, by famously grabbing them by the ears.

Flowy & Feminine Dresses:-

Phoebe rocked many different outfits, and wore anything from overalls, vests, dresses and skirts. In the earlier seasons, she was a fan of many feminine and fun printed dresses. She looked gorgeous in a black and white polka dot dress and matching white boots at Susan and Carol’s wedding. The iconic pale yellow gown she wore for Ross’ function was hysterically paired with a giant Christmas ribbon. Phoebe enjoyed floral patterns for her dresses, that she highlighted with her famous accessories. The pink-and-white retro style dress and matching flipped out hair was also a very memorable dress Phoebe wore on the show.

Delightful in Denim:-

As with many of the show’s characters, Phoebe rocked a lot of denim combinations during the ’90s. Whether it was a denim shirt tied at the waist, a denim vest and dress or adorable overalls, Phoebe was frequently wearing the fabric. She always played up the simplicity of the denim with a fun pattern, like a floral dress, bold sweater beneath overalls or a fun skirt. The great thing about Phoebe is that she is not afraid to stand-out and draw attention, and watching her fashion evolve on the show was a fun ride for fans and viewers.

Queen of the Cardigan:-

Aside from her penchant for bold and fun accessories, the other fashion staple Phoebe sported consistently was definitely the cardigan. Throughout the show she wore cardigans in a wide array of colors, designs and patterns. Her outfit was instantly elevated by the addition of a cardigan, and she wore them with many dresses, t-shirts, skirts and blouses. The beauty of Phoebe’s style was that it was always eccentric and different, which made her fashion choices that much more exciting. Whether it was over-the-top or not, her outfits remain memorable.

The Prints:-

How could you prefer Monica’s loose-fitting jeans and shirt combo when Phoebe brings all the joy with her bright and colourful prints?

The Clogs:-

…And the flares, and the leather jacket; in this episode, Phoebe basically inspired this season’s trends.

The Touch Of Velvet:-

Not only did Phoebe play around with colors and styles, but she also embraced all types of fabrics. In the earlier seasons, she rocked many velvet ensembles that looked absolutely gorgeous on her. She often choose velvet colors that were deep and dark, pairing beautifully with her bright blonde hair. Whether it was a long, maxi dress or a long sleeved, slinky velvet number Phoebe knew just how to wear the fabric and elevate it. Who could possibly forget when she wore the blue velvet blouse and matching skirt to seduce Chandler, and get him to admit his relationship with Monica? Simply iconic. We can thank Phoebe for that, too.

The Maxi Skirts:-

So. Many. Beautiful. Maxi. Skirts.A skirt is the lower part of a dress or gown, covering the person from the waist downwards, or a separate outer garment serving this purpose.

The Wedding Dress:-

Because let’s face it, this Disney-esque wedding gown was SOOOO prettaaaay!! Phoebe never looked better than on her wedding day to Mike; she was truly a vision in white when she wore this form fitting gown with cap sleeves and corset-like bodice. She looked absolutely stunning and elegant in the silk, a-line dress and the gown paired beautifully with her blonde ringlets and matching tiara and veil. Though there were a few hiccups on her journey to saying “I do,” Phoebe ultimately got her fairy tale ending with the man of her dreams. The memorable wedding gown was perfect for the new Mrs. Princess Consuela Banana Hammock.

Hope Ya’ll Liked it, Have a Nice Day!!

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