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bensonsbobblehead · 2 years

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Slippery - Olivia Benson

Summary - Olivia Benson being a nosy mama on mistake on purpose.

Pairings: Olivia Benson x Daughter!reader

Category: fluff

Content warning: talks of unprotected sex (wrap it up) and sex in general. mention of pregnancy.

word count: 1.3k

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Y/N had always been a well behaved girl since she was little. Being the daughter of the one and only Olivia Benson was the reason for that. Olivia taught Y/N everything she could about life while allowing her to experience it on her own. Always being there to be a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk about your high schools latest gossip.

Y/N and Olivia had always been close. She could tell her mom anything she needed or wanted and Olivia would always listen and give the best advice she could.

It was a Tuesday morning and Y/N was running late for school. This was her third time this week. Even though she spent an extra hour getting ready for a certain boy she would never admit she was getting all cute for.

Corey and Y/N had always been a thing since freshman year. Corey was a a D1 basketball player with a perfect gpa. Y/n was also one of the smartest and sweetest girls in school. Everyone knew and loved her so she had known everyone. Corey was nothing like the other boys on the schools basketball team. He was a gentleman who cared deeply for y/n.

This Tuesday was a free dress day for spirit week. Y/N had on a pretty crop top with baggy jeans. She couldn’t decide on shoes so she let Noah pick for her. The outfit was pretty cute but it was something Y/N would never wear. The jeans were her favorite but y/n always wore sweaters or clothes that were less revealing.

“Morning mama, I’m literally so late but I’m starving.” Y/n said as she picked up a piece of bacon from Noahs' plate. “Hey! There’s some over there greedy!” Noah yelled. That’s when Olivia turned around and saw her outfit.

“Goodmoring.. new shirt?” Olivia asked trying not to push. Y/n knew what she was thinking. Even though Olivia knows no matter what you wear people will still look at you but she couldn’t help it when it was her daughter.

“Yeah It’s spirit week and I wanted to try something different” y/n smiled nonchalantly. It was spirit week but it was also a day y/n and Corey were going to 'hang' at his house until the his call time for the basketball game.

“Okay bye noah! Bye mama” y/n said grabbing her bag and heading for the door. “Hey” Olivia said loudly causing y/n to stop in her tracks, “please be safe. okay?” Olivia said with concern in her voice

“I will, love you” y/n closed the door and was off to school.

Olivia had a free Tuesday so she decided to clean the house. Starting in the kitchen and living room, then the bathroom and Noah’s room, and finally y/ns room. Y/n always kept her room spotless. So it wasn’t much to get done.

She started to pick up a few things when y/n laptop started going off. Y/n had left charging on the bed but she left it open. Y/n was didn’t charge her phone last night so as she was getting ready this morning she was texting Corey from her laptop.

The first two rings Olivia ignored but by the third one she couldn’t help herself. She had no real intention of snooping she was just checking before she closed it. The texts were from Corey. They were innocent texts asking about spirit week. As she was closing it she couldn’t help but read the above conversation.

The night before y/n had snuck out to hang with the girls and the basketball team at someone on the teams house. Y/n had gotten drunk , like everyone else, including Corey. One thing lead to another and the next morning y/n was texting Corey for the morning after pill.

They had never slipped up for the reason that one teen pregnancy was not on y/n bucket list. The second was y/n was very afraid to talk to her mom about sex, or the fact she's needs to be on birth control. Y/n couldn’t tell her she was having sex, unprotected, she knew Olivia would be disappointed.

Olivia was feeling a lot of different emotions. Anger? Sadness? Confusion? She was feeling it all but she was worried. She wanted you to be safe and protected. She was also worried as to why you didn’t tell her about Corey or the fact you were sexually active.

In a panic she left y/n laptop open and exited her room. She sent y/n a text to come straight home after school because they needed to have a lemon squeeze.

A lemon squeeze in the Benson household is when they gather around to talk about any and everything no matter how good or bad big or small. Having the floor and not having to censor how you feel. Noah called a lemon squeeze the night y/n made him late after taking to long in the bathroom.

“This lemon squeeze is because y/n takes to long in the bathroom” he said angrily “it made me late to dance and I had to sit out for 15 minutes”

This led to bathroom times being set and you apologizing for taking too long and making him late. Olivia was proud her children weren’t afraid to talk about the things that bothered them.

Y/n read the message just as the last bell was ringing. She knew she had to go home specially when her mom was calling a lemon squeeze. “I’m sorry Co but I have to go home but I’ll meet you at the game” y/n said to Corey shyly.

“That’s fine is everything alright at home?” Corey asked with genuine concern.

“Uh yeah I think so, I’ll see you later, love you.” y/n said as she started walking in the opposite direction of Corey.

Y/n unlocked the door to see her mom sitting on the couch with a glass of wine. Y/n was nervous she knew it was something because her mom was drinking wine at 2pm.

Y/n shut the door causing Olivia’s head to snap to her. Olivia looked at y/n softly. She was confused as to what the lemon squeeze was for. She sat down listening to CSI playing faintly in the background.

“Hey, what’d you call the lemon squeeze for? and no Noah?” Y/n asked.

“This one’s just us so I told him stay in his room” Olivia said looking at y/n.

“I’m just going to be honest I was cleaning your room earlier and I may have looked at messages on your laptop but only because I was closing it.”

Y/n was confused as to what the lemon squeeze was still about knowing it’s nothing on her laptop. She raked her brain quickly before her mom could finish.

“I read your messages with Corey about how you needed him to take you to get the...morning after pill?” She said as she gulped.

Y/n was hurt and embarrassed. Hurt because her mom invaded her privacy but embarrassed cause her mom knew she was having sex, unprotected.

Tears formed in y/n eyes she didn’t want her mom to see her differently, she was afraid of disappointing her.

“Mom…I’m so sorry” y/n said through her silent tears. She felt silly crying because she didn’t want her mom to think she was crying her way out of this.

“How long have you been sexually active.” She asked “only a few months but we only slipped up once I promise ” y/n said looking down. “I always use protection we were just .. moving too fast and forgot.”

Olivia wasn’t angry she just wasn’t ready for her little girl to be a women who has sex. “Y/n I’m not upset. I just want you to stay safe and you’re going on birth control.”

“You also have to tell me all about Corey and if it’s serious I have to meet him.” She said matter of factly.

That night y/n sat on the couch with her mom for hours talking about Corey, relationships, and of course consent. Y/n was glad she had a mother like Olivia it was like having a best friend.

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mendesbadrepuation · 2 years

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There Is A First Time For Everything // Bucky Barnes

Description: There was always something special about each mission. One mission could literally kill you. Another could be the sweetest thing you’ve ever done. With such a wide range of outcomes it surely kept you on your toes.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

TW: wholesome and tooth rotting fluff. first dates and cringey sometimes cheesy dialogue!

A/n: I had high hopes to write so much for October and do some fun little pieces. However, school has been a pain in my rear. Hopefully I will be able to redeem myself for Christmas and Thanksgiving! Thank you all for the continuous love that I keep receiving on my writings. I wish I could put into words how much I appreciate each and every one of you! Keep on being groovy y’all! : )

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“Come on! This will be such an easy mission.” Sam points out to you. You two were standing in the kitchen of the Avengers compound having a somewhat fierce conversation.

Your hands were folded in front of your chest as you stared into his eyes. “How would this be an easy mission for me? For either of us?” You fire back at him.

“Bucky maybe old but he still remembers what it’s like to be in love. To be romantic.” Sam replies.

“So what if he does. I’ve never known anything nice like that. Sam I’m just not your girl for this type of mission. You two have more chemistry than we do.” You look at him with puppy eyes. Something that always work to get him to do what you want.

“No. The puppy eyes are not going to work with me this time. You two need to bond so we don’t repeat our last mission together. All I’m asking is for you two to pretend date.”

“What you are asking is something I can’t fake.” Your voice rises a little.

“You’ve never even had a crush?” Sam questions with concern in his voice.

You shake your head. “I grew up in a mafia Sam. If someone was close to you they would use them as leverage. I couldn’t risk losing someone like that.” You honestly reply. “I’ve taught myself to be numb in that particular area.”

Sam’s eyes went soft at your reply. “It’s final. You and Bucky are doing this mission together. Not just for a break in this case but for yourself.”

You scoff. “Sam! Does Bucky even know about this? How do you think he would feel?”

“It doesn’t matter. You both need this. You report to me and therefore I am your boss. So you do what I ask.” Your jaw slightly drops at his words. Words were trying to form in your mouth.

“Just because you have the shield now doesn’t mean you have the right to pick what I do with my love life.” You spoke through gritted teeth.

“What love life?” Sam quips back. You turn around and start walking towards the hallway to your room. “Your mission starts this Friday. Better get prepared.”

There was a fire in your eyes as you went to your room. All you wanted to do was scream like a teenager trying to rebel against your parents. It wasn’t that you were against Bucky. He was a cool guy and that’s just how you kept things between you two. Cool. It was the fact that Sam was intervening with something you left untouched. You were doing just fine without it.

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You looked over yourself in the mirror. It was Fall so you decided to finally wear something in season. Especially since the weather was changing and becoming colder. Today there was a small breeze with the high in the 60s. It was also Friday. A day you had been dreading since Sam told you.

Someone knocks at your door and you look to your left. “Are you ready for your big date?” Sam was leaning up against the doorframe with a proud smirk.

“Wipe that smug smile off your face before I do it for you.” You threaten him. Sam chuckles at that because he knew you were only 75% not joking.

“I see you went with the outfit Wanda picked out for you.” Sam adds as you go to grab your small brown leather backpack. Wanda did indeed pick this out for you. It was a floral orange skirt with a cropped white sweater neatly tucked into the front of the skirt. You paired it with white sneakers for your own comfort and style.

“If you think for one second that I would wear what you had suggested then Mr. Barnes might get the wrong impression.” You smart off. Sam found a black lace body suit and he called it “cute.” Wanda almost fell out of her chair laughing when he suggested it.

“Whatever. Bucky’s waiting for you whenever you are ready. Here is your ear pieces.” He sets down the tech on the foot of your bed. “Remember to play the part!” Sam says and turns around leaving the room with that same smug smile on his face.

You puff out a breath of air in frustration. How hard could it really be to fake love? To fake being in a relationship? Maybe you just weren’t meant for these things.

When you get down to the living space Sam was placing on his brown leather jacket. You brush past him and slightly shoulder check him to get your point across. Honestly you were acting like a teenager at this point. You could care less. He put you in this-

Everything in your brain comes to a halt. It’s like all the neurons either got lost in your synaptic gap or just froze. There stood Bucky in this blue sweater. The color made his skin complexion simply glow. He paired it with his trusty worn out jeans. But they just went so well together and you had never seen Bucky in this way before. Something about it was so nauseating to you. Why are you nauseous?

You shake the thoughts quickly and collect yourself before anyone notices. Hell before your brain notices and then tells your heart about it. Don’t forget, you don’t let people in there!

“Awe my two lovebirds. I’ve got a fun filled day all planned out for you. We are going to start at a nice restaurant for lunch. One of the locals left a tip that our guy likes to read the daily newspaper there. Once he is done there, you two will take a nice stroll through Central Park. After that we will continue the date to the popular Art Museum and the Van Gogh Experience. Our guy really loves to sell some famous art pieces. His sells should lead us straight to the Broker.” Sam explains to you guys the mission and what this date consists of. You were actually intrigued by the Van Gogh experience that was to come. Everything else was going to be a disaster.

“Wait I thought you said you were coming with us.” Bucky speaks up and you watch him cross his arms in front of his chest. His biceps were so beefy that they nearly shredded that sweater. That was a sight to behold, you thought to yourself.

“I’ll be there. But this is a date for you two. So you can bond and practice the arts of love.” Sam replies and his reply was so cheesy it actually made you snicker.

“So what you’re saying is you’ll be there but you’re going to be so far away from us that we will be alone together.” Bucky connects the dots and you start to nervously play with the charm on your necklace. Something about the way he said it made you feel like you were a burden. Not necessarily a burden. But just someone that’s hard to be around.

“Please sound more enthusiastic about it, James.” You perk up the courage to say.

“No. No. No. i don’t mean it like that. It’s just Sam never told me any of this would be going down. I wasn’t prepared and it’s just I’m a little rusty for what he’s asking for.” Bucky quickly replies to you and you felt something burn in your stomach from the way he looked at you. What is going on?

“Your rusty and she’s never had it before. We’re going to be late. You two can catch up during lunch. Let’s go.” Sam grabs his keys and sunglasses. Bucky takes his jacket and shades as well. You follow in behind the boys quietly to the parking garage.

“Uh i hope you don’t mind the ride.” Bucky states and gestures towards his motorcycle.

“I don’t mind.” He gets on first and you follow in behind him. He hands you a helmet and without a question you place it on. Before you know it he is reviving up the engine and you barely have time to process it before he takes off. Your hands find there way around his torso so quickly you felt him chuckle.

“Is something funny to you Barnes?” You say and tilt over slightly to see his bold smirk.

“Ever rode a bike before?” He asks.

“Yes. I have. It’s just-“ You pause before you spoke the next word. In all your years of being alive and living on this planet you had never really said those words. You didn’t have time for things like that because nerves are what get you killed.

“Just what?” He yells over the loud engine and wind blowing in your faces.

“Nothing.” You reply. You could never show your weakness to anyone. Especially not now. But this experience was so new to you that it did leave you nervous.

Once you arrive to your first destination the sudden urge to throw up became stronger than ever. It almost angered you that this mission was getting in your head so bad. Maybe if he didn’t look so good in that sweater then it wouldn’t be so hard.

You two were seated at a table for two next to the window. Sam was pretending to be a tourist and had his attention on a map while sitting in a booth alone. Our target was at the other corner of the restaurant reading the newspaper. Just like Sam said.

“Y/n if you want this to work you should really smile a little. You look more green than Bruce after I accidentally smashed his science project last week.” Sam’s voice rang in your ear and his comment made your cheeks turn 3 shades red. Was it really that noticeable?

You look across the table at Bucky and he was staring at you. Your eyes capture his and for a moment your entire world stopped spinning. From the sunlight casting through the window there were these never before seen shades of blue displayed in his irises. You wanted to get lost in those baby blues and try to decipher every color possible. It was like swimming in the depths of the ocean. That color blue is like any other and it’s so hard to describe. But his eyes had it.

Just like that…your heart flutters.

“Fuck.” You whisper under your breath but it was unintentional.

“What?” Bucky asks you and you knew then that your ass was grass.

“Uh- Fuck- I just don’t know what I’m going to get.” You try to play it off and that’s when you saw his lips turn up into a smile. A heart rattling, teeth-showing, smile that left you breathless.

“You know what? Me neither.” He looks back down at the menu and you felt your heart start to beat hard in your chest. This table was small and the space between you two was even smaller. Bucky was paying attention to you and as much as you wished he didn’t hear you. He could. He heard your rapid heart beat and honestly it was beating so loud he could hear it through the chatter of voices in this restaurant.

Just like that. Bucky found a sound that was more therapeutic than the lake at Wakanda. He was the reason your heart was beating so loud. You had never been this out of character before. Something about it was so refreshing to him. You kept those walls up so high and he knew there was a reason. But this showed him something he never thought possible.

You sat there for a moment reading out the letters in front of you. It was hard to focus on the words but in a way it gave you a moment to slow your breathing down. When the waiter came to take your order you tell him what you’d like. There was a silence between the two of you for a moment. Bucky fiddled with the salt shaker as you observed the room.

“You two seriously are the worst fake couple I’ve ever seen.” Sam pipes in and you roll your eyes.

“What would you like me to do Sam? Fuck right on this table?” Your words came out of anger and you really didn’t register it at first. Not until you looked at Bucky and his cheeks were turning red.

You hear Sam sigh and he’s shaking his head. “You could at least hold hands or something.” Sam suggests. You bring a soft smile to your lips and let your hand rest on the table. Bucky takes his hand and places it gently over yours. A sudden rush goes to your head at his touch. You weren’t sure if it was part of the game or what. But Bucky knew what he was doing. Especially when he began to play with your fingers. He would run his own fingers between each crease and even slightly fiddle with your rings. It was a small action that left a big, swelling feeling in your chest.

This has got to stop!

After lunch you two walked out of the restaurant together. Bucky took you two to Central Park and also chose a parking lot to leave his bike for the rest of the mission. That’s right. Mission. This wasn’t a date. Not a real one at least. You kept repeating that in your head so all these strange emotions would stop.

“Can I hold your hand?” Bucky asks as you guys got pretty far into the trail. “You know, before Sam has to tell us.” You smile at that and hold your hand out for him. He takes it and this time he intertwined your fingers. A strange amount of butterflies came from that action. Too many for your liking.

“You’re good at this.” You say to him.

“At what?” He looks at you confused.

“This.” You gesture towards your intertwined hands and between you two.

“Romance?” He inquires.

You nod your head. “What was your first date like?”

Bucky chuckles at your question. “A disaster.” He answers with a smile and you smile up at him.

“I’m finding it hard to believe that. You are very charming.” You say honestly. His cheeks heat up at your words.

“Well it took a lot of practice.”

“Ah so James Barnes was a ladies man.” You slightly laugh.

He shakes his head. “No not-“

“Don’t let him lie Y/n. Steve told me your past dating experience.” Sam cuts in on the conversation and you laugh harder.

“Shut up Sam.” Bucky rolls his eyes and he spots him off in the distance sitting on a park bench.

“Who was your first love?” You continue your questions. It might help you and since your were stuck on this mission it’s all you could do.

He glances away for a moment and you could tell he was really thinking. “Jessica Springs.” The way he says her name you would think it was a sin. It brought chills to your body.

“Who was yours?” He shakes the thought of her off and looks at you.

“Never had one.” Your eyes avert to the park bench ahead. Instead of looking at his reaction you just take a seat at that bench. He follows you and let’s your hands rest in his lap.

“What do you mean? You’ve never been in love before?” Your eyes look up into his and you felt really small in this moment. Not to mention sitting next to him like this, so close, it made you look even smaller compared to him.

You slowly shake your head no. “It was never safe. I couldn’t risk losing someone because I loved them.” When you looked at Bucky his eyes were like golf balls. He was in shock from the words you spoke.

“So you really have never done this before. Dating that is.” His mouth was still slightly ajar from the shock.

“No. Is it that obvious?” Your cheeks turn red as you look away from him. You scope out your target once more just to help yourself stay on track on what you’re really here for.

“If I’m being honest. Just a little bit.” He replies and you scoff lightly.

“You’re suppose to lie and say I’m the best fake girlfriend you’ve ever had.” You punch his arm lightly and this time he laughs.

“How about this. For the rest of this mission I’ll show you what it’s really like to be in a relationship and feel the…” he pauses for a moment. “Loovveee.” In an instant his arms wrap around you and he engulfs you in this bear hug. You knew your cheeks were inflamed.

“Weren’t you doing that anyways? That’s the whole point of this mission.” You lightly shove him off of you in a playful way.

“Mission? What mission? Last time I checked you’re my pretty girl.” The words came so effortlessly out of his mouth. You were literally stunned for a moment and if your cheeks could get any redder they would be.

“Smooth lover boy.” You throw back at him and he was grinning.

The rest of the time spent in the park you talked on that bench. You talked about things you two have never before. It was like talking to a best friend. Eventually you two made your way to the art museum to close up on the mission. Bucky was being the biggest flirt and honestly he was the most playful you’ve ever seen of him.

You were staring directly at a piece and looking over the descriptions. When you felt Bucky’s arm snake around your waist you got serious butterflies. You hated that he had this effect on you when it wasn’t even real.

“What are you doing Barnes?” You place your hand on his forearm and he pulls you back into his body.

“Admiring the real art.” He says and you snap your head up at him. He’s already grinning down at you.

“That was smooth.” You and Sam say at the same time. Bucky rolls his eyes from Sam saying it and you were grinning up at him.

“Come on. Follow me. There’s one more thing to do.” Bucky takes you by your hand and practically drags you down the hallway. You wanted to see the other pieces but Bucky left you no time. He enters another building that had been remodeled to fit this exhibit.

The hallway turns dark and he takes you through a set of double doors. The room was huge and it was dark all around except for the projection of stars. He lets go of your hand and you step in to the largely built auditorium. There was a man in the corner with a guitar strumming lightly. Other than him it was only you two. You spin around slowly trying to look in every direction of the room. It was beautiful. When you look back at Bucky he has his hands tucked into his pocket just looking at you. In a quick moment the projection changes to Van Gogh’s Starry Night. It was now all around the room and even on the floor right where you stood.

It’s like Bucky planned it himself but it was really all fate. The guitarist begins to strum a song that you recognized. One that you swore would be the best slow dance song if your life was different. You look over at the guitarist and he’s grinning at you two. There was just enough light to see him hint behind you.

When you turn around Bucky is holding his hand out for you. You froze in your spot and that’s when the walls you had worked so hard to build came crumbling down. Just him standing there was enough to make you rethink it all.

“May I have this dance?“ A soft smirk lands on his face. Your eyes soften like a puppy and step towards him.

“Do you know how?” You joke with him and he scoffs. You place your hand in his and he swiftly pulls you into his chest. Your eyes grow large at the fast move. His shoulders were so broad and as you placed your other hand on his shoulders you really felt light headed. His metal hand rested around your waist gently.

Your bodies sway together in sync like they were made for each other. He guides you around and the whole time you were a smiling mess. It wasn’t often that you had this smile but when you did it brought Bucky to his melting point. When he twirls you around and you let out this high pitched giggle his heart rattles in his chest. The breath was knocked out of him so fast it took him a second to recollect himself. He spins your body into his chest. The guitarist picks up the pace of the song and he sways a little faster. You two were a smiling and laughing mess. He really did know how to dance.

As the music slows back down you put your arms around his neck. His go around your waist and you two sway gently now. You look up into his eyes and for once didn’t want to run away. Those blue eyes stabilized you. They brought you back down to earth. In that moment you realized that your heart was built for more. You were no longer trying to pretend to do something you didn’t know. it was like your heart took control of the gear shift in your brain. If it wasn’t for his heart-stopping smile you would have bottled all of this up. Instead, the gates are wide open now. You had James Barnes to blame.

You knew what love felt like.

“I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this but your eyes are beautiful.” You perk up the courage to say. You only stare into his eyes and nothing else.

“I believe you are the first. At least to say it to my face.” He replies while looking deep into your eyes.

“I can see why they wouldn’t. They’re almost piercing. But I like that about them.” You add. You watch the way his cheeks blush at your compliment. He truly hasn’t had a girl like you to make him feel this way. He was learning just as much as you were.

“How does a girl who has never known love have the kindest heart I’ve ever see?” He ponders and his face was inching closer to yours. Your heart starts to pound and your breath quickens.

“You’re crazy if you think I have a kind heart.” You say back to him.

“I know good when I see it. I spent half of my life seeing the bad.” His lips were just inches away from yours. You felt fate pulling you two in and a silence filled the room.

Right before your lips met Sam breaks through the intercom. “Hate to break up this very romantic moment but we have a situation. Our guy busted me an-“ You two hear a loud crash through the coms. “Now he is after me along with some friends. So I need-“ He loses his breath and there was a gunshot heard. “YOUR HELP!” He shouts and you two pull apart from each other quickly and run towards the exit.

“You think we can take a rain check on that kiss?” Bucky asks as you two were running to find Sam.

“Maybe. If you take me dancing like that again.” You glance over at him and smirk. He smiles at that.

“It would be a real date next time.” He adds.

“Is that your way of saying you like me?” You playfully ask.

“Will you two stop flirting and come find me!” Sam shouts into the coms a little too loudly. You roll your eyes at his dramatic behavior.

“On our way Sam.” You reply.

“I do like you.” Bucky says so easily.

the end

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thinwhitewritings · 3 years

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Common Ground - Luke Hemmings x Reader

Summary: Reader and her boyfriend take his younger sister to see 5 Seconds of Summer. But your ex is the lead singer of the band. Old memories make you realize how bad you’ve messed up, and things come to a familiar point.

Warnings: some cursing, mainly lots of feels and angst.

Rating: 18+

Author note: there will without a doubt be a part two to this at some point because I’m so invested in this. Also this is unedited sorry.

Your current boyfriend Dominic was one of the sweetest boys you’d met. His family was so kind, honest and empathetic - they adored you. You’d just reached your 5 month anniversary and you’d been around for his younger sister’s birthday. She’d gotten tickets to see 5 Seconds of Summer, and could take a friend and one of their parents and one of hers. She was so excited, and while you had your aversions to the group for… reasons, but you were happy she got to go.

You and Nic were staying in for the night - or so you thought. “I have a surprise for Kira!” He shouts, coming in from work. “Yeah?” You ask, looking to him as he smiles at you. “Well, and a surprise for you I guess.” He laughs, collapsing onto the couch next to you, handing you the envelope. “Look what I managed to score. A buddy of mine was selling them last minute because his girlfriend can’t go - something about her mom turns out…” you’ve tuned him out by now. The envelope holds four VIP passes to that night’s 5SOS concert. “Why is this a surprise for me?” You ask finally and he grins. “I offered to take Kira and her friend in place of the parents. You and I know the music far better than they do and they really didn’t want to go. I figured it would be fun for us to go.” He grins, clearly meaning well. The gesture would’ve been beyond sweet, if it wasn’t the last thing you wanted to do.

You knew every single word to every song - you’d known most of the CALM album before it was even released. Because you’d been dating the lead singer for nearly three years. Things had… gotten out of hand rapidly, and well, you broke up. Just as he was starting to tour, you’d taken it upon you to move out, get a new apartment, and just forget him as best as you could. It wasn’t an easy feat considering his high status. That and most people in the fandom had recognized you for some time. Luckily for Kira, she was too young to know who Luke had or hadn’t been dating, and fawned over most of the band without consolation. “Great! I should go get ready then?” You offer a smile, trying to seem as excited as you could be. He gives a nod, smiling as he says he’s going to text his sister the good news.

You put on such a familiar outfit to go to the show. A bright red cropped tee, black skinny jeans and a pair of strapped heeled sandals. It was a staple in your tour closet. Just the thought of it made goosebumps rise. You know that Kira’s tickets are on the floor - maybe even General Admission now that you think of it. That combined with sound check would most definitely be an interesting time. And the meet and greet. Oh you’re going to need plenty of drinks to get you through this.

The venue is packed outside. Only general admission is being taken right now, but that doesn’t stop the hoards of girls and fans at the back gate of the venue, multiple touring RVs parked out back with one or two trailers for stage equipment. You knew the layout like the back of your hand as you walked passed it. “Hey, you okay?” Nic’s hand squeezes yours looking to you with concern. “Yeah! Just, distracted, I guess. Haven’t been to this arena in a while.” You confess with a laugh, walking to security with your phone clenched tightly in your hand, digital ticket shining. You’d sworn you’d never come to another show if it was in your power. But, Kira and her friend are rattling on, talking about tour merch and clearing out space in their camera roll for fan interactions at sound check. The land yard on your neck suddenly feels heavier as you walk the tunnels to get to the arena’s floor, the scene playing out too familiarly.

Different genres of music play over the speakers, playlists that the group had collaborated with - music that inspired the album. It just made you a little upset. You had this music on repeat in Luke and your apartment. He’d never wanted to miss a moment for inspiration to strike. Nic and Kira and her friend are all deep in conversation as you stare at your phone. Subconsciously you’d opened Snapchat, looking to your recents. Instead, you take it in both hands, and take a photo of the stage, swiping to the tour filter. You add it to your story. Well, here goes nothing. Part of you wants to know if he’ll watch it. If he knows you’re there. Your friends are all swiping up, comments coming left and right. “Ummm why??” And “Don’t do it. Don’t. I know you want to. Just don’t.” And the worst “please tell me you’re not with Nic.”

You were though. He was standing next to you, a hand in your back pocket and going through his snap stories with not a care in the world. If only he knew that the blonde haired lead was the only thing you were thinking about. Before you know it, there’s scream erupting in the arena, not nearly as loud as they would be during the show - but enough to grab your attention. As they come on, you check your story. Luke with his stupidly funny Bitmoji sits in the viewed list. Well. Here goes nothing.

His voice fills the arena. “Hey everyone, how are we doing tonight?” He looks happy. A grin is on his face as he moves to sit at the edge of the stage. He’s talking with fans left and right, and you swear you’re sinking into the soles of your shoes. Nic’s hand is still in the pocket of your jeans but it doesn’t feel like his hand. The memory of Luke’s in its exact spot, and the sly grips he used to give it while you were out taking photos with fans in public - just to get a rise out of you after words. Those hands - currently gripping onto a microphone as he conducts sound check like he’s done at least a hundred times before. Maybe it hasn’t hit you yet, that he’s right in front of you. It does, when blue eyes meet yours for a split second. While they’re beyond brief, you felt like you’d jumped back in time in that second. It feels like you’ve blinked and sound check is already over, and they’re giving instructions to get ready for the meet and greet portion- fuck. The meet and greet portion. How the hell had you forgotten that part?

You keep cool while in line. Focused on Kira’s experience on not ruining that. Nic has caught on that something isn’t right, but he’s never been the type to ask what’s going on. At least not in public. So for now, he’s got his arm wrapped around you, and you swear that the closer and closer you get to the front of the line, the less and less close you want to be to him. You don’t want Luke to see. What’s worse, seeing your ex for the first time in six months? Or seeing that ex with their new partner for the first time in six months? You figure it’s the latter. “I need to go to the bathroom.” You blurt out, eyes looking to the group in front of the photo op set up, talking and mingling with the fans that were near them. “What? But we’re so close to the front, can’t you hold it?” Kira whines, looking at you. “Not really. I promise, I’ll be really fast.” You suggest, looking to Nic who is giving you a weird look. “You sure you’re okay?” He questions kindly and you give him a meek - but completely fake - smile. “Promise. Stomach’s being weird. If I’m not back by the time you guys get up there just go without me.” You wave a hand in his direction as you back up. He says your name with concern, drifting a little closer. “I’m fine, promise.” You blow him a kiss before turning rapidly the other way toward the bathrooms.

If bathroom was code word for ‘bar’ then you wouldn’t have been lying to your boyfriend. You sat in line, nervously texting your best friend everything that had been happening, while waiting to order a drink. She’s questioning your every decision and frankly, so are you. Why did you even come to this stupid thing, when you knew he was going to be here? With a sigh you quickly hand over your ID while reciting your drink order. Once it’s in your hand, you’re practically chugging it. You make your way back to your seats, if you can even call them that, and decide to put on an act for Nic. You can get through this. There was no way that Luke was going to come in contact with you throughout the show. Eye contact? Maybe. Physical contact? No. So there would be no discussion, no guilt, no nothing. Nic and his sister and her friend return with a grin, Kira going on and on about the band of men that had once felt like family to you.

It wasn’t long before the already somewhat crowded arena was full, the opening act had come and gone, and the lights were dimming for the main part of the show. You were currently nursing your second drink, telling Nic to keep them coming for the night. Thank god you weren’t driving. The opening song comes along, screaming that you were adjusted to, the same song and dance. You don’t hesitate to sing along as the music blares, Nic grinning when he sees this. He assumes you’re finally enjoying yourself, so when you see his grin yours falls. If only he knew. You’re about halfway through the show when the transition music slows. You know this intro. You know the monologue. You know the beginning note. But this monologue is different. “So, a while back, we wrote this song. It was off the Youngblood album, and a lot of you, I mean a lot of you related to this song. When we wrote it, I was in a happy relationship. There were no cracks, no issues. So, I’d had to draw from most of Ashton’s experiences, and some really old ones. I was really proud of what we’d made, and I’m assuming these guys were as well.” Luke’s speaking as Michael and Calum stay quiet, strumming along, Ashton giving a kick line. “But then the cracks came. The foundation shattered and this song… this song became the very essences of my life. Everything I had been trying to convey came through, two fold. I thought that I’d get through it, and I honestly thought I was. But… I recently realized I’m not. If you wanna get your lights up feel free. This is Ghost of You.”

The instrumental is the brutal silence you hold as you slowly drift from Nic, from Kira, from the crowd. Your gaze is laser focused on Luke as the words ring through the stadium. You’d heard this song a million times over. It’s been one of your favorites from the record. When you two split, you deleted it off your phone. Any trace of him honestly had been moved from your daily rotation. So as he stand, rocking on his feet as he sings, the blonde is bringing you to tears. The song is wrapping up, the lights fading into dark as they queue the next song, screams coming in as Nic’s hand is on your arm. “Baby… what’s wrong?” He finally asks it. The question that he’s been wanting to the whole damned night. You look at him, tears rolling down your face. His hand comes to cup up your cheek and wipe the tear away, lights raising up as the next track starts. Your head turns to the stage as the baseline starts in your mind, the words playing in your head. Easier. The one song that you had screamed the words to the second Luke had sent you the demo. The song that you’d screamed at your radio in the car while moving to your new apartment fresh post breakup. The song that was pulling you back to him. You had a choice to go. To go home and explain later. Or to stay. To stay here, explain to Nic what was going on, and how you couldn’t stay with him. “I can’t do this.” You shout at him over the music. “What? What are you talking about the show isn’t over yet.” You start to explain that this relationship has been doomed from the start, and that you still have feelings for your ex. The song ends and Nic looks at you with confusion on your face. “Babe, what the fuck brought this on?” The question comes between songs, and the next song is timely. Not In The Same Way starts playing and you can’t help the stupid grin on your face. “I love you. I do. But not in the way you think. I’m sorry Nic. I’m so sorry.” You pull your hands away from him, staring to leave the GA section and finding your way out from the floor. Instead of moving toward the exit of the building, you make the complete opposite move. You go towards the tunnels that lead backstage. When you reach the security mark, you simply stand there, not forcing your way forward, simply waiting there.

You hear the show end, the encore leaving your ears ringing at the shouts from She Looks So Perfect and the screams of the end of show. Knowing that they’re moving behind stage by now, you keep your eyes peeled, seeing a large group of people move down the hall. You stay waiting, eyes still red, as you hadn’t stopped crying since leaving Nic’s side. You watch slowly as the group are about to turn into a tunnel when Michael stops. Ashton turns to face him, questioning him, leaving Mike to raise a hand and wave at you. You return it with a slight laugh, Ashton following his gaze. His expression is confused as Calum peeks his head around the corner. You finally hear him, the soft tired voice echoing through the tunnel. “Guys, I just want to go to bed, cmon.” Luke meets the group in the middle of the tunnel, finally looking to see what they were staring down. He’s just as frozen as you are, the two of you standing in silence for a few moments. The other three give a nod to you as Luke turns to them, a dismissal you’re sure, before he starts to head your direction. Security watches him as he pauses just before the rope line. Your name leaves his lips, no emotion behind them. “Luke.” You return the response before he finally asks. “What are you doing here?” You sigh and start to explain the situation, what had happened, how you were single again suddenly, not to mention didn’t have a ride home. “I thought that was you at sound check. I swore that I’d seen your eyes, and thought I was going crazy for a minute.” He mumbles, looking down to the floor briefly before looking at you. You’re sweaty from being in a crowd, your makeup running slightly, eyes red. “What do you want me to do.” It’s not snarky, it’s not a dismissal, not angry. It’s genuine. He wants to know what your next step is. “Can we… talk?” The blonde thinks for a moment before nodding. Security lets you through, and you fall into step with him. You’re right next to him as you walk, your arms briefly brushing together every now and then. His arm suddenly lifts, and you feel a familiar grip in your back pocket. “Is this okay?” He questions, his hand retreating slightly. “Yeah. Yeah it’s more than ok.” You snuggle closer to him as you walk to the touring RVs, ready to talk things out. To get back to where you were.

#luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings #5 seconds of summer x reader #calum hood #Michael Clifford #Ashton Irwin #5 seconds of summer #5 seconds of summer fanfiction

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timeaftertime-chriscornellfanfic · 4 years

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Chapter 6 - Feels Like The First Time

Seattle Washington, February 13 1988

(Andi is 18, Chris is 23)

ANDI: "Andi... girl, come out with me. You stay in this freaking room all the time playing your guitar and you never come out with me to actually play, play y'know?"

Xana La Fuente stands in my bedroom of our small two bedroom apartment in downtown Seattle, facing my full length mirror that hung behind my bedroom door. She pulls up her long golden curls into a high ponytail on top of her head, and adjusts her black long sleeve crop top, turning in the mirror to check out her brand new black leggings . I'll never understand how she can wear the least amount of clothing in the dead of winter.

I had just moved to Seattle back in September, on a scholarship to Seattle University for a major in Marketing with a minor in Musical Performance. I wanted music to be my major but my father had convinced me to go for something more substantial, that would guarantee me a job to make good money since he couldn't bare to see me struggle with a musical career like he did. Even though I was reluctant to do so, I eventually agreed to apply for Marketing, since I could still use that in the entertainment field and still study music, my one and only vice, the thing that keeps me sane and centered, the only thing that keeps the time slips at bay.

I graduated from Etobicoke School For The Arts in Toronto with honors - early - and received a scholarship for two semesters at Seattle University. I worked my freaking ass off and it definitely paid off, especially since I've had no time slip episodes since that night of my parents fight.

I met Xana the day that I arrived in Seattle, in a café downtown while I was perusing the corkboard of ads for apartments available. We hit it off immediately and since we were both looking for a place, we decided to look for one together, that way it would help us both out with rent costs and what-not. She is the complete opposite of me - outgoing, energetic, fun, not shy whatsoever but we've become so close in the short while we've known each other. Considering the fact that I have no friends, which did make it easy to move to Seattle. I just hate being away from my father.

"Only because I'm not that great around people," I say as I flip my curls out of my face and go back to plucking the strings on my Desert Sunset Burst Gibson Les Paul, a remake of the original 1959 model that my father gave to me as my graduation present. When I opened the case, I outright cried and hugged him so hard. He spent his savings to get it for me since I was eyeing in the local guitar shop in downtown Toronto ever since I was 13 years old.

"Andi, it's ok... I mean everyone's a little shy most of the time, that's what whiskey is for. It gives you that courage that you wouldn't otherwise have. C'mon, come out with me and Andy," Xana pleads, placing her hands on her hips as she turns to face me.

"I don't know," I say as I continue to play away at the strings, my dark curls falling in my face.

"Y'know... I know someone who would be perfect for you, and we're also hanging out tonight after Andy's gig. Come on... come out with me. You always say 'no' so just this one time can you just say 'yes'?" Xana says as she drops to her knees, shuffling over to me with her hands together pleading. I glance at her as she does so, and giggle as I keep my guitar across my lap.

"Ok, ok...jeeze, I'll come out ok? You're so dramatic," I giggle.

"Uh huh and it always works," She laughs as she gets up from the floor. She then moves over to my closet and starts going through my clothes.

"Xana what are you doing?" I ask as I unplug the patch cord to my guitar and lean over to switch off my amp.

"I am looking for something for you to wear and - jeeze Andi, do you have anything that's not just ripped jeans and band shirts?" She says quickly flipping through the hangers as they squeak with each flick.

"What's wrong with what I wear?" I ask as I stand up from my bed and move over to set my beautiful Gibson down on it's stand.

"Nothing... as long as you plan on becoming a biker in the next coming months, it's perfect," Xana says still flipping through.

"Hey," I wasn't exactly hurt by that statement but I resent the fact that she's judging my beloved attire.

"Well... here we go, why have you been hiding this? It's perfect," Xana pulls out a little black mini 3/4 length sleeve lacy dress.

"I haven't been hiding it, I just haven't worn it yet," I say as I wrap up the patch cord.

"Ok, well you're gonna wear it tonight, and then you have to let me borrow it after cause it's freaking sexy,"

"It's like 10 degrees outside, I'll freeze," I say as I set the patch cord down on my amp.

"But dude, you'll look hot wearing it," Xana says and I giggle as she tosses the dress over to me.

*****

A short while later, I find myself standing in front of my full length mirror, in my little black lacy mini dress scrunching my damp dark curls with leave in conditioner to keep the frizziness away. I already finished my make-up - a black smoky eye, and once my curls look decent enough, I slap on my silver studded wrist cuff and move over to my bed to tie up my black soft leather Doc Marten's.

"How do I look?" Xana says bursting through the doorway to my bedroom, in the same black long sleeve crop top only this time she changed into a white mini skirt and let her golden curls fall down around her shoulders.

"Amazing," I say suddenly feeling self conscious.

"Thank you," She smiles and as soon as I stand up from my bed Xana's eyes practically pop out of her head.

"Holy fuck, Andi..."

"What? It's too short isn't it?" I say as I look down at myself, and pull down the bottom of my dress. It felt like it was barely covering my ass but when I look in the mirror, it's actually not that short.

"No, it's not that... it's just... damn he's gonna have a heart attack when you meet him,"

"When I meet who?" I ask.

"You'll see," She winks at me and disappears out of my bedroom.

"Xana, who am I meeting?" and I follow her, grabbing my leather jacket from my reading chair and close the door.

*****

The Central Tavern, Seattle Washington

"Ladies, ladies... welcome to the most amazing dressing room this side of Seattle,"

Andrew Wood opens the door, dramatically leaning against the door frame. His wild blonde hair all around him, wearing tight fitted ripped jeans and a Seattle Seahawks football jersey with a colorful scarf draped across his shoulders.

"Oh, babe," Xana smiles as she leans into him and places her lips to his.

The lead front man of the band Mother Love Bone, who looks like a mixture of David Lee Roth and Axl Rose with the flamboyancy of the former, takes her in his arms as they continue their 'greeting' while I stand behind Xana, feeling just slightly awkward.

"Hi Andi... how are you?" Andy says once Xana breaks away from him and he leans in to give me a hug.

"Hi," I say shyly, as I hug him back. I've pretty much grown close to Andy as well over the last few months since Xana practically has him over to our place almost every night. He is just the sweetest guy and perfect for Xana. I'm not even going to get into the fact that I can hear them in her room since our rooms are beside each other. That's usually my cue to turn up my guitar and pretend I don't hear anything.

"Damn, you're looking hot tonight though... what happened?" Andy says when he pulls away from me, his brown eyes glancing over me as Xana heads in. I shyly look down at myself and back up at him.

"I have no idea," I giggle and he laughs.

"What'd you think of the show? Was I entertaining enough? Did I live up to your expectations, given that you're such a goddess with that guitar of yours?" Andy says as he attempts his Elton John impersonation that he sometimes does.

"Um, thank you," I say shyly and he just looks at me breaking character.

"But yes, yes you always live up to my expectations, you know that," I giggle and he chuckles shaking his head at me.

"C'mon love, lets have a drink, what would you like?" Andy says taking my hand and leading me into the room.

"Um... Jack and Coke?" I'm not that much of a drinker, but I've pretty much figured out that Jack and Coke is my drink of choice. That sour Tennessee Mash just always hits the spot.

"You got it," He says and heads over to the mini bar fridge towards the back of the room to make some drinks.

"Hey guys! Has the party started yet?!"

Jeff Ament and Stone Gossard come through the door with a few other guys and girls following in with them. I have to say, that this room has become filled full of people quickly which once again made me quite nervous.

Ok, Andrea, just center yourself. You're fine.

"Yes it has, and you guys are the guests of honor," Andy says as he hands me my drink and I take a sip while everyone greets each other with laughter and smiles. Andy doing his usual dramatic and flirtatious welcoming, hugs each one of them as they enter the room.

"Chrissy!" Xana exclaims excitedly as she quickly runs over and wraps her arms around a very tall, dark and lean but toned, blue eyed Adonis with his dark curls flowing passed his broad shoulders.

"Hi Xana," He says, his voice mellow and deep, a coy smile spreading across his pouty lips. He breaks away from Xana, flipping his gorgeous curls out of his face and glances up to see me, unable to take my eyes off of him.

"I have someone for you to meet," Xana says sweetly taking his hand and leading him over to where I was standing. I could feel my heart start fluttering immediately as he came closer, those incredible blue eyes of his already flicking over my body. To calm myself, I take a sip of my Jack and Coke that Andy made incredibly strong but it's still so good.

"Chris, this is Andi... Andi, this is Chris Cornell... he's the amazing front man of Soundgarden," Xana introduces us and Chris smiles at me so sweetly, his eyes still wondering over my body and I'm wondering if the dress I'm wearing is somehow sending the wrong impression of me.

"Hi," He says so sweetly with a coy smile, his eyebrow raising slightly, his eyes looking right into mine.

"Hi," I say shyly, feeling my hands becoming clammy and my cheeks flushing to a pinky shade of red. At least I can pass the blushing off as just the alcohol hitting me.

"Soundgarden? Cool," I say trying to be sly about it.

"You've heard of us?" He asks.

"A little," I smirk.

"Andi here is an incredible guitar player ... she pretty much spends all day playing - "

" - Xana," I cut her off and raise my eyebrow at her. As much as I appreciate that she's trying to help the conversation, I didn't really want her to.

"Sorry, I was just... well anyways, I need another drink, JD Chris?" Xana turns asks him.

"Sure," He grins and I swear I thought I was going to faint.

"Green Label right?" Xana asks and makes her way over to the mini bar fridge.

"Uh huh," He says, pushing a few curls from his eyes and glances back at me while I take another sip.

"So um... you still have that '59 Sun Burst Gibson?" Chris asks raising his eyebrow at me, shifting a little on his feet, his silver ring attached to his necklace sparkling in the overhead lighting and for a moment I was confused.

How does he know I have that guitar? Xana must have told him.

"Um, yea I do," I say shyly and take another sip.

"I know you were um... so happy when you're dad surprised you with it," He says looking down at his feet for a moment, then back to my eyes.

What? I never told Xana that it was a gift from my dad.

Xana comes back and hands him his drink, she pats him on his bicep and heads over to Andy and the rest of the guys.

"Um, yea... how did you - ?" I start but he moves closer to me, leaning in and he whispers in my ear.

"I'm not really supposed to say this, 'cause you told me to go easy on you but... I'm so fucking happy you're here. I've missed you so much,"

With the smell of his incredible cologne lingering, I can feel the warmth from him and his voice sending shivers all over my body. I close my eyes for a moment as he moves away from me, taking a sip of his Jack and Coke. I flick my eyes open and he takes a sip of his drink, his blue eyes looking into mine.

He knows me already? Ok, Ok when did I time slip? The last time slip I had was back in the summer... did I slip without knowing? Damn, I would remember if I met him before I mean, dear fucking god he's absolutely gorgeous! We must know each other really well if he's missed me...

"You um, you look amazing by the way," He says, once again giving me that coy smile and taking another sip of his drink.

"Thank... you," I say and smile back pushing my curls behind my ear. I then move closer to him and lift myself up to whisper in his ear.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember um... meeting you before,"

"That's 'cause it hasn't happened yet... for you anyways," He whispers back.

I move away from him and take another sip of my drink, and he smiles. I smile back as we catch each other eyes once more, his glance embracing me in a comfort of familiarity though I haven't even experienced it yet.

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rrapmonstur-blog · 7 years

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–A/N this will probably have very little smut but just enough to fuck with kill you also it starts off slow but the smut part is just like BAM HELLO –

Its coming the end of your freshman ear and youve had the same routine ever day. You walk through the halls quietly with your head down. Always careful not to make too much of an impression because you know none of this will last. As soon as high school ends no one will keep in touch for longer than a few months. You won’t miss anything about this school, the leaky faucets the creaky seats, the bathroom stalls thay just never latch right, the people dressing up to look good just to over compensate for the fact they have some of the world’s ugliest attitudes, but most off all you will miss walking past the a boy who every girl seemed to worshipped but no one bothered talking to, a handsome queit doll like boy with blue hair like the sky. Min Yoongi. A very quiet person like you, which is why no one knew you two were an item.

It started off with you guys would share a slight head nod every now and then in the hallways knowing you both always had the same thoughts about school “im hear to learn not to make friends with people who will drop out of my life within a matter of months.” Unlike you Min Yoongi had a small select group of friends 6 boys. All kind of had contradicting personalities but all fitting so well together. Just like a big group of brothers. Yoongi and you would sometimes work on projects together in class when it would be time to pair up knowing either would pressure to meet up in a large group. You just exchanged numbers and would talk on the phone about the project and any else that would cross your minds at the time. You would talk and both of you admitting you like eachother wanting to date. Neither of you ever having dated someone before knew what to do. You didn’t share any special romance moments because both of you were too nervous to make a move afraid of scaring the other one way. Besides his friends you were the only other person who really knew Yoongi. A sweet, smart, caring funny boy with the voice of an angel.

Due to the pressure of his friends you two finally decided to go on a date. Neither of you knowing what to do sat there confused as to what it is that you do on a date aside from the things seen on TV and in manga. Jin, one of Yoongis friends, came over to your house rummaging through your closet to find a cute outfit for you while Namjoon, another one of his friends, found a good looking formal yet casual outfit for Yoongi. His other friends Taehyung, Hoseok, Jimin, and Jungkook planning this date to a perfect comfortable yet romantic pace. They decided on a movie, a picnic, then going over to your house to hang out one on one, knowing your parents are never really home and always busy with work.

You walk over to the meeting spot in front of the movies nervous at what you are wearing because you are usually attired in a pair of jeans a t-shirt or a sweater and your favorite pair of black chuck taylors, but today being dressed in a white crop top you only bought to your mother’s protest of showing off your cute body and a black shirt you’ve only worn once but felt to uncomfortable in to wear again still ,gladly, being able to wear your converse. You see Yoongi come up in a pair of black jeans a white shirt and Blue cardigan and a pair of converse. You cursed in your mind noticing that the boys planned to make you match eachother. Yoongi approaches you smiling a big adorable shy smile “Y/N you look beautiful ” he says softly “Thank you. You look quite handsome more so then usual” You say with a small laugh. You guys continue onwards with your date. The movie and picnic not to suspenseful just normal small talk and not much romance. The moment the time to go to your house approaches you notice Yoongi starts to get stiff shouldered and a empty face. Your heart races and your palms start to sweat slightly. ‘What on earth did those boys tell him happens on a date’ you think to yourself.

You guys approach your house Yoongi slyly slipping his arm around your waist resting his hand on your waist careful not to accidentally travel to low or high. You guys walk in and close the door behind you walking awkwardly and robotically to the couch. You sit down next to eachother and you hear yoongi clear his throat “Y/N is it all right if i kiss you please, if you don’t mind that is” he says taking a deep gulp of whatever lump made its way into his throat. You nod your head stiffly as he leans forward and gentally touches his lips to yours.

-Smut warning-

Your warms lips meet and you feel his body loosen up he leans farther into the kiss, sliding his hand around your waist pulling you in tight. You place your hand on his chest feeling his heart race. You smile softly feeling completely comfortable and not too pressured. ‘Hes taking it slow making sure I’m ok with this. We’re both so new to this gladly.’ You think to yourself. You slide your hand up his warm chest and curl your fingers into his hair instinctively pulling his hair in a soft tug. You feel a groan escape his throat your womanhood dampening slightly at the new forgien sound. He pulls you closer to his lap and you slide yourself on to it. Awkwardly sitting against the buldge that was forming in his jeans. He gently tugs at your shirt as if asking for its removal. You tug it over your head breaking the kiss for just a second thanking Jin for also awkwardly picking out your only lace bra to wear. Yoongi takes a look at your shirtless figure sitting on his lap his eyes darken and he licks his soft pink lips “wow ….y/n.” IS all he manages to choke out as his hand slides up your chest gentally massaging your breast while he plants small kisses and bites right under your jaw. You lean your head back giving him get a better access to your throat. Your body impulsively starts to grind against his hard member making it twitch in his pants your hands slide down and undo the zipper and button holding back his has to be painfully hard manhood. You gentally shift up his lap a bit so you can to begin to grind your entrance to his member. He bucks his hips up pressing his head into you slightly cause his name to come out of your mouth sounding like a pleasurful purr. “Fuck y/n” is all he strangles out as he continues to buck his hips at the same pace of your grinding. You lean your fave into his neck and suck softly on the spot next to his adams apple causing his thrusts to quicken. He tugs your underwear to the side so your bare womenhood can grind against his clothed hot member. Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel the bare tip escape the top of his boxers bumping against your sensitive bud. “Y/N” you hear Yoongi moan out softly causing you to tug harder at his hair. You feel a warm knotting sensation start to form in your stomach just by your synchronized grinding and thrusting and his revealed head rubbing your clit. “Yoo-Yoongi ahh fuck i think I’m gonna cum soon” You moan into his ear nervously afraid of how he’d react. He growls and begins to quicken his pace “Fuck y/n i wanna be in you” he says putting his face in your neck sucking more on the exposed untouched skin. You moans out his name as you feel a new wonderful sensation pouring out of you on to his clothed lap. You pull both pull back quickly fixing up your clothes. You get up and running to grab Yoongi a towel to clean up his lap. He gives you a nervous smile his eyes widening at the bruising skin around your neck. “I’m sorry y/n… I got carried away.. please don’t get mad at me… I didn’t make you uncomfortable did I? I’m sorry I was just going off what the boys told me… they said if I just kiss you the rest will happen instinctively… please forgive me…” he says with worry filling his voice. You smile at him shaking your head “it’s ok” You lay against his arm resting your head against his chest. You guys talk and play with eachother fingers happily. You both agree on finally showing your relationship off, wanting to walk around holding hands kiss and hug. The next day the boys see your guys necks and slaps Yoongi on the back congratulating him on getting however far with you that his did. You guys walk around the hallways with the boys holding hands everyone’s heads snapping around to get another look. Things finally being in a happy comfortable place you having friends finally and an amazing boyfriend. – four years later at graduation– You both meet up as soon as you are dismissed from the Final goodbyes of graduation. You and all the boys meet up in a group of smiles and hugs. Yoongi shh’s the boys their eyes widening and them having the biggest smiles. They all yell out grabbing the attention of everyone around Yoongi bends down in front of you on one knee and begins to speak “y/n this has been the best time of my life. Since the day I met you my days have been filled with nothing but happiess. I never thought I’d meet anyone as perfect as you. You are more beautiful than anyone I could ever see or imagine. I was wondering if you would continue to have the best time of my life with me but continuing to have the best days for the rest of my life… will you marry me?” Your eyes filled with tears as you shake your head Yoongi smiling enveloping you in a giant hug and the sweetest kiss you have ever shared.

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